#ramo x sibel

[aliferousdreamer]

💕💓 dizi ships 💓💕

pairings used:

yamaç x sena (çukur), akgün x yağmur (son yaz), eda x serkan (sen çal kapımı)

efe x leyla (üç kuruş), aziz x efnan (aziz), soner x naz (son yaz)

ramo x sibel (ramo), ceylin x ılgaz (yargı), bahar x kartal (üç kuruş)

sarp x melek (içerde), ömer x rüya (alev alev), sinan x ışık (aşk 101)

mahur x celâl (maraşlı), nihan x kemal (kara sevda), cemre x kerem (çarpışma)

mona x yakup (kusursuz kiracı), eylem x mert (içerde), kuzgun x dila (kuzgun)

[dangermousie]

Done! And we close the show on Ramo and Sibel happy and at peace, at a picnic with his family and loved ones. looking forward to a life of peace.

I agree with @academyofbrokenhearts that this is more of a respite than any true “forever peace” though. Even if Ramo and co retreat to Adana (and they will) and he will retire (he may try, he’s exhausted) and even if he actually decides to go legit (dubious), with his insane reputation (he blew up the entire mob in Istanbul. After beheading Adana mob back way when), there will always be people coming after him for revenge (think how many he’s killed) or just to try to show off and make their name by killing “the executioner of kings.” Now, I think he’s smart as fuck, he’s going to stay on top of all of that and live long and die in his bed, but they aren’t gonna have a violence-free hippie paradise.

It’s a lovely moment of tranquility to end on, though.

I have finished 40 eps, which due to Turkish running times is well over 90 hours in, I think, around 2 weeks. My eye bags have eye bags. I think the last time I marathonned a Turkish show this hard was GB years and years ago. And my verdict? WORTH IT WORTH IT WORTH IT!!!

It is not my n1 Turkish show (that is probably Fatmagul), but it is definitely going onto all-time faves list and Ramo x Sibel are definitely my n1 ever Turkish show couple. I preferred the first season (which to me, just as Cukur’s first season, is a basically perfect show) to the second due to the changes (some of which was out of their hands due to cast changes thanks to lengthy covid hiatus, and some due to narrative changes between two sets of writers.) I preferred the seedy vibe of s1 to polished one of s2, I liked that s1 resembled an (enhanced) reality and missed Adana, I missed the women being in gunfights and the family counsel, I also preferred when Ramo wanted revenge, peace whatever way for his family and to rise in the mob, rather than just revenge and peace whichever way for his family. But they did a good job writing the changes and honestly, seeing what disasters dizis turn into when they run for a decent lengths and between seasons (and not even seasons that had such issues with cast changes and covid insanity as this did), the fact that s2 is so overall solid (despite some tonal shift and occasional holes) is a miracle.

BUT! While s2 was flawed, Ramo remained fucking amazing, the ship was unreal, Sibel had a spine of steel, supporting characters were largely wonderful to follow (and, consistently, this show did something not enough dizis do - gave the mains lion’s share of screentime. Dizis tend to have large casts and sometimes drown in them. The makers of this knew they had Murat and Esra so why not use them to the utmost. Smart!) The plot was twisty and fun (and when they ran out of things circa 36-38, they quickly wrapped up the story. More shows need to know when to leave.)

This was a great watch and in my Top 5 Turkish shows of all time. Also, I will now watch everything Murat Yildirim has been in (that I haven’t seen yet.) That man makes me thirstier than the Sahara. He’s not unreal beautiful like some Turkish actors - he’s the kind of handsome you will give a second glance in the store, but you can imagine him in the store in the first place, if you know what I mean, but that makes him more appealing, and that charisma is insane.

Anyway, goodbye Ramo, you were amazing!!! @academyofbrokenhearts I am in your debt for pushing this on me!

[academyofbrokenhearts]

close to the flame

Maybe someday I'll stop writing Rambel. Today is not that day.

Ramo and Sibel are repeatedly torn apart. They hurt, they suffer, then they return to each other and heal.

Title inspired by yet another famous HIM song. AO3 link here.

she knows what will happen, has known from the moment she took the keys he gave to her

and it's three years late, three years in the making, three years full of pain and uncertainty and what ifs

they've hurt each other so much, and there's blood between them, and whatever will happen could have never happened, had they been different people

but how can she resist this man, who loves her like she's his only religion, who takes everything from her, including pain, including betrayal, and answers with endless devotion

the man for whom she was never the daughter of his enemy, but something precious, something to protect, a reason to exist

she's scared by the intensity of it all, she craves it

it's tender at first (has he not always been like this with her from the very beginning?)

he's a patient man, always has been, so he won't jump head first into this either

but he does ask, and she knew he would ask, because it's always like that with them

how do you want it, sibel? how do you like it? how will you have me?

however you want, ramo, she says

so it's like this

they dance together in their flat, and he draws the map of her body with his hands

she touches him right back, breathless

(because now she can do it, now she is allowed, after so long, she has allowed herself to do it)

she knew he was going to be beautiful like that, vulnerable like that, only with her, but he's the one who says it out loud

you're beautiful

she abandons herself to him, and he worships every part of her

kissing, touching

until her legs and hands shake, until she can't take it anymore

and when he finally enters her, it feels right

like home

the way it never felt with others

and she listens to his plea with shaky breath and closed eyes

i'm yours, only yours, forever yours

an echo of her own thoughts

*

you have to know, she says, when he holds her in his arms in their room in istanbul, after taking her from cihangir's cursed house she imprisoned herself in

you have to know that there was never anyone else, you were the last

that time in adana was the last

he doesn't look surprised, but his eyes are soft (the softness she knows it's only reserved for her) when he answers

wouldn't have mattered if i wasn't, my beautiful rose

i know i'm the one you love, and that's enough for me

no other man can have you like i did

i only care about you getting hurt, that's all

and yes, of course he would answer like this, of course

she closes her eyes, listens to his breath, and oh, how she missed this

and the truth is that she also missed him like this, in her arms, this strong and confident man, pleased to be under her spell, just as she's pleased to be under his

there's no one like him

and for him there's no one like her

and no matter how much heartbreak and pain there is between them, their love is stronger

stronger than revenge, stronger than any sort of betrayal

how will you have me, sibel?

he asks

that first adana night is echoing in her skin and flesh, and just like then, she answers

however you want, ramo

his eyes darken

now, i want it now

i will be as gentle as i can, but i want it to be now

and so they have each other again after so long

and while he moves inside her, torturing her sweetly, she says to him his words from back then

i'm yours, only yours, forever yours

the absolute certainty of her life

*

he's overwhelmed

the single greatest goal of his life has been achieved, and the men who are responsible for his father's horrific death and his tortured childhood are dead

she's quiet in bed beside him, and he knows what she thought, what she was set up to do

you thought me dead, he says

you would have killed cihangir for me, and then yourself

i would have done it, yes, she answers, voice low and trembling

what's life without you, ramo?

i know, he says, i know

don't speak of death anymore, my life

i'll kiss your wounds and erase your hurt

you can do whatever you want to me now

she had him like this before, he loves it when she takes the lead

but never with this kind of quiet desperation, never without any hint of playfulness

the pain she felt is still fresh in her thoughts, so she lets herself go

and rides him until his eyes roll into his head and his fingers clutch her hips and they come

sweaty and spent

utterly in love

*

i can't stand it, she says, tears glistering in her eyes in the moonlight

i also thought that you were dead, but you stood above my grave

how can i ever make that pain go, ramo

how can i ever make you forget it

his hands are holding her, a quiet and utter tenderness that breaks her heart all over again

like he can scarcely believe she's real

but his lips kiss her hair, and she feels his whisper in her ear

just live, my beautiful rose

just live

he's awake the entire night, listening to her heartbeat, and she feels his presence in her sleep

and it's when the night starts to fade, very, very late

that she feels him hard against her

that she hears his words

please let me

and so she opens up to him

and he makes love to her with the same kind of desperation he felt when he mourned her

and when the night ends and the new day begins, the ghosts are all gone

*

and just like that

they are torn apart, they bleed, they hurt

then they heal together and make each other whole again

[pinardenizs]

Hello. Can I ask you to create a gif pack of Esra Bilgiç in "Ramo"? Maybe a few gifs from this series?

Hey, im sorry but i don't do gif packs but i've already made some gifsets of Sibel if you want you can check them here x

[dizi-maniac]

[0ut-of-my-head]

[canaryofdarkness]

[sweetheart2019]

«You already kill me... When you look into my eyes, you kill me and then you revive me again...»

© Ramo

[zeazezee]

[vazedits]

Rambel Heardes

>>  /reblog if you save and if you credits to @vazlut or @bilgicozk on twitter

[mevaist]

"Bence insanları kader ayırmaz,insanlar insanları ayırır..."

[sinirlipandaaaa]

“Bir manzara olduğundan habersiz duruşun.”

[dangermousie]

“I will give both my life and my soul, for you to live a second longer.”

Ahhhh, Ramo!

Their reunion is the most insane, glorious thing imaginable and I literally bawled. The way they cling and he begs her not to cry tho he’s near tears himself, the way he begs her forgiveness, the way she lets him listen to her heart as proof she’s alive and to remind him that without him, it won’t beat, the way they try to comfort each other - each worried the other had a rougher time. She was alone and taken, he says, but I knew you’d come for me, she counters (and it’s true, she saw him seemingly betray her back when and back off from revenge and she had not a second of doubt in him, she knew it meant he found out she was alive) and you had to bury me and for you to live this even for a second is worse than death for me, she tells him.

When he tells her: “Without you there is no night and the day is not worth it. Without you there is no hope, no trouble and no joy. There is nothing, my flower.” AAAA I don’t care he’s a mobster with a massive kill count who just set the whole place on fire in an epic mob war - this is A+ boyfriend material.

He kisses her hands I caaaaan’t!!!

And when he smirks and goes “you know what’s next” and gets out the ring, again! Oh you glorious, glorious maniac!

It’s official (and I cannot believe I am saying this, but Ramo x Sibel are my favorite Turkish show OTP.)

Let’s go for wedding n4 for Sibel! Ahahahahaha ILY show!

[academyofbrokenhearts]

Four Weddings and No Funeral

Out of the four weddings Sibel had, only one of them was how she imagined. Canon fic dealing with Sibel's thoughts and feelings at the time of each of her four weddings and during their aftermaths. AO3 link here.

FIRST WEDDING

This is wrong.

That's all Sibel can think about when signing the marriage certificate, and the cruelest irony of it all is that past her would disagree so badly.

She used to imagine this. It drove her crazy, the entire "will we? won't we?", the push and pull, the constant uncertainty of her relationship with Ramo, the way he had rejected her in the past, only to give her kisses at the most unexpected moments, and then pretend nothing had happened.

She thought she knew. Maybe he was afraid. It was disappointing, because Ramo did not strike her as the type of person who would ever be afraid of anything. He always seemed to her, from their very first meeting, as someone who would always fight against whatever odds were against him.

Why did he not fight for her? she had asked herself. Why did he remain permanently stuck in the realm of uncertainty, acting like she was everything and nothing to him all at once? Joking and flirting like she was merely a thing to amuse himself with, but looking at her like his entire universe was concentrating in her eyes?

Now she knew why, and it hurt so badly.

I loved you so much, he had ultimately told her. I loved you with all my soul, from the beginning. It grew like an avalanche and now I am crushed under it.

The killer of her father.

The love of her life.

And she loves him for his devotion and adoration.

And she hates him for stealing from her what it should have been the happiest moment of her life.

*

They don't sleep in the same bed. He doesn't even touch her. She knows now, has understood, that he is not the man for half-measures; he will either have her fully, or not at all.

But she can't give herself to him, she won't.

She has to know though, so she asks. Would anything be different, if their relationship would have gone next level? If he would have come to her the first time she wanted to be his in every way a woman can belong to a man?

He says no.

He says that's why he did not come.

And it's exhilarating to know that his love for her was that strong. But it's also sad, so sad. Because revenge was stronger than their love, and it's at that moment that she starts to understand that what he started, she must finish.

SECOND WEDDING

This is wrong.

It's the first wedding where she is wearing white, and yet. And yet.

And yet she would give anything to go back to the past, shake the version of her who married Ramo with so much anger and hurt in her heart, and yell at her at least you are marrying the man you love, even if he hurt you, at least you're having him!

At least it doesn't feel like you're burying yourself alive.

Marrying the son of their enemy is not even what hurts the most. She would do it ten thousand times over. She would give not only her body, but every single drop of blood for Ramo, if need be. What does it matter how her heart breaks, when his life and safety are at risk?

It's the fact that he will think she betrayed him that she cannot endure.

They were once married as enemies. She stabbed him in the name of revenge, and yet he still loved her, and still protected her. And she couldn't kill him. As his blood was dripping on the floor, and his hands were holding her face with a tenderness impossible to describe in words, she understood that this, hurting him, was the only thing in her life she could never bear to do.

But life is cruel, and here she is, hurting him again.

And then it becomes worse.

She's officially married to Taner, and Ramo enters the room, him, the love of her life, and she's almost blinded by the shock she feels, but she still sees it in his eyes.

He still had hope. Somehow, he still had a bit of hope. Even after her perjury, even after the divorce, he still hoped.

But it's over now, and she is forced to dance with her new father-in-law as her entire universe collapses around her.

*

Taner is dead, and here she stands, with a gun to her head, knowing even now that this is the only way she can make Ramo leave.

Knowing that, in spite of the fact he thinks she's a traitor, he will still never hurt her. After all, he did not hurt her when she tried to kill him the first time, why would he do it now, when she's killing him again?

He leaves, and she shoots herself, and the next hours are a complete turmoil, and she grieves, and she fears.

She grieves for the incredible man she has lost, she fears for his life.

And above all, a single thought:

I'm still his, even if he doesn't want me anymore. I'm his, and I will make them pay for this.

THIRD WEDDING (NO FUNERAL)

This is wrong.

She lays in pieces on the floor, in her white dress, the one that should have marked the happiest moment of her life, around her only broken people, cries, glass, gunshots, pain, blood.

The blood that gushes from her open wound, static in her ears, fear, the same fear she felt when she was poisoned, but multiplied, because Ramo is not by her side.

And she doesn't want to die, not without seeing him, the love of her life, for the last time.

How much time they lost.

She should have told him, she knows now, with a certainty that hurts her even more that the bullet has. She should have let him know, back when she divorced him, that none of it was real. She should have passed him a message, somehow. They wouldn't have lost so much time, had she told him from the beginning what she planned for his sake.

But it's too late now, and it becomes dark, and cold, and will it always be too late for them?

Then she hears her name, and here he is, she feels him, running away, kneeling at her side, and she wants to take her previous thoughts back, because the devastation around her is nothing compared to the devastation in his eyes.

She'd rather die a thousand deaths than seeing him hurt like that.

She had sworn to never hurt him anymore, but it keeps happening. It doesn't stop.

Darkness is embracing her, but she can still hear him screaming, the sound of a deeply wounded animal.

*

I'm not dead, my love.

She says it to him in a dream first, but he doesn't hear. He clutches her lifeless body, and cries, and she tries to reach out, but she can't, and even in the dream, her heart is breaking, and even if it's a dream, it hurts like it's real.

The second time she says it, it's on a phone when running away from the enemy who has kidnapped her from the hospital, and when she sees her love again through a window, while being restrained and silenced, with tears running on her cheeks, he's calm, but she can tell that fire is running through his veins, and she understands.

He has received her message, and he will take her back.

Even if he has to burn heaven and hell, he will save her.

FOURTH WEDDING

This is right.

Or at least it was, until Sibel's kidnappers make an appearance at her wedding. Third wedding with the love of her life, fourth wedding in total, but who's counting? (She doesn't, and she definitely hopes Ramo doesn't either, especially since there is one particular wedding there that she would like to completely forget.)

Well, one could say it was wrong that everything was so right, she muses, wishing for a moment that looks could kill. Now that would be a particularly useful skill to have. There are some people which she would particularly like to vaporise.

But Ramo is adamant that nothing should upset her, so she just decides that it shouldn't.

She dances, and laughs, and jokes around, and it's a miracle, but all her fears have disappeared.

Nothing wrong can happen to her, to them, today. Because Ramo is by her side, and he has promised her that nothing will bother her today.

Maybe let's not wish for a normal day, love, she had said the day before the wedding. You know how normal mob days usually are.

He had laughed.

Not a normal mob day, but a normal civilian wedding day, he had replied. How does that sound?

Well, of course, apart from the mobsters in the room, and if one does not take into consideration the small fact that she, a mob family daughter, is marrying the most dangerous mobster in all Turkey (don't even try to argue with her on that part, by the way), then this day is as normal as a wedding day can be.

*

She didn't drink much, but her knees still almost give way when he enters their bedroom.

So many things have changed since that night they sat on the bed in his room in Adana, so close, and yet separated by walls so high that she was sure they would never find the way to each other again. He saved her, and she saved him. They put themselves in danger for each other over and over again. He had her, and she had him, and there were so many nights they spent together, so many mornings when they woke up next to each other, and yet it's still not enough, and it will never be enough.

My lion, she calls him. You're such a beautiful man.

He's laughing, and that... that she will never get tired of.

He asks if she's drunk.

She's not drunk, not really. Or maybe she is, but it's not because of alcohol. She's drunk on him, she wants him so badly that it almost hurts, but it's the sweet kind of pain, the pain that can be alleviated.

He knows what she wants, and he'll give it to her in whatever way she wants, she knows that from experience by now, but she's still thrilled when she says to him that she's the big boss, and his eyes gleam just so.

The kiss they share is an unspoken promise. They will have each other fully, and what she started, he will finish.

Only to begin all over again for however many days and nights they have left.

[pinardenizs]

Sibel and Ramo from Ramo (1x07)

[dizi-maniac]

#iconic