A/N: so I looked up skandar keynes’ ethnicity (Edmund Pevensie from Narnia) and I found out that he’s tURKISH, PERSIAN, AND LEBANESE and I got super excited bc my ethnicity is close to his; then I decided to write this bc I’m also learning turkish so why not lol… btw half of this was edited at my school’s library, that shows how dedicated i am to you guys ;)
- PAIRING: Skandar Keynes x Reader
- SUMMARY: In which a pair of 20 year-olds have a horrible time at a wedding, but end up having fun with each other.
- WORDS: 509
He was never fond of coming to these events. The dancing, the older women asking when a marriage is going to emerge, or when he even gets a girlfriend for that chance. Twenty-five and still single. A sigh escaped the dark-haired man’s lips, mentally cursing his parents for inviting him here.
However, one thing distracted Skandar from his dreadful thoughts, a girl. The brown-eyed man studied her from where he was sitting, her head resting on the palm of her hand as she stared off into the distance. She looked as if she was deep in thought. The girl was a beauty though; her flowy dress complimenting the color of her eyes, her hair cascading down her shoulders, an obviously bored look that hung on her face. A tiny smile found it’s way on his lips just looking at the beauty. At least he wasn’t the only one having a dreadful time.
A few girls were surrounding her, in the same table. Though no one could compete with her beauty.
She was at least two tables away from the dark-haired man, she smiled when a girl, about the same age as her, came from behind to sit next to her. A look of enthusiasm was across her face.
The man just stared from afar, tilting his head a bit to look at her. The girl actually looked happy now, as a laughed escaped her putting a hand over her mouth to cover her teeth.
Skandar was determined to talk to the girl now.
A few moments passed. All filled with dancing, singing, and eating. Yet the man was still having a terrible time. Though when he saw that her table was empty now, and realization hit him when he thought now was his shot.
Skandar took a deep breath, his hands jittery, as he got up from his seat and waltzed over to the girl.
Her head shot up when he took a seat next to her, muttering a sentence in Turkish, an accent laced in it, “Kötü bir zamana sahip olan tek ben olmadığıma sevindim.”
She shook her head, “I’m sorry I don’t speak Turkish.” Which caused Skandar to have a relieved look on his face.
“Oh thank God, because I can barely speak Turkish.” He smiled, showing off his pearly whites and that’s when the girl noticed he had a nice smile, “I was saying though, I’m glad I’m not the only one that’s having a bad time.”
She gave him a sly grin, “yeah…I usually don’t come to these type of events, I’m more of a stay-at-home-eating-ice-cream-while-watching-Netflix type of girl.”
The pair chuckled, once the laughter had died down he introduced himself. “I’m Skandar by the way.”
“Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N.”
“Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.” He smirked, but immediately regretting what he had said when she responded with silence. Though his nerves were calmed down once he heard a giggle escape her rosy lips.
“Okay, lover boy you don’t have to flirt to get my attention.” Y/N laughed. Skandar smiled, she was truly something else.
[A/N: i know this was extremely short, but if you guys want a part two just ask in my ask box! yes, i made an ask box lol]