#turgresic

[fireandspiceland]

I'm so sorry for sending this ask cuz you said you have so many prompts still, but I have to make sure the first second porn fanfic of my kids that not by is not THAT ship - Either 80 for SicIre or 94 for TurGreSic. You choose. If you wanna do this at all.

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First of all, I want to make clear I'm only doing OCs here because I already know them and love them a lot. They fill in a hole in the hetaverse that will probably never be covered by canon. Second of all, I couldn't decide for a prompt and I'm still not sure about the characterisations so I thought some practice would be good and did a short thing for both of your requests :)

OCs: APH Sicily - Michele Vento, APH Ireland - Harry O'Connel

80. “We’re already late… do you want to be more late?”

-> probably ooc but Bea is the only one to judge me for that. Porn without plot, I don’t even know who called or where they should be going. Maybe Bea can fill in on that (tho tbh it's not really necessary)

Harry groaned when the weird ringing noise interrupting his dream manifested into something way too real for his still tired brain. He reached out to tap around the nightstand, trying to find his phone to decline the call that just woke him up. Who was even calling at- Harry checked the time on his phone. 9:37am. Fuck.

Suddenly, he felt wide awake and shot up, carelessly throwing off Michele’s arm that was on his torso. A quick scroll through his notifications showed countless missed calls and messages about his and Michele’s whereabouts. Harry turned to the other men, who made no move to wake up, and shook him violently. “Wake up! We need to get ready now!”

Before Michele even got to think about protesting Harry had already pulled the covers off him. “What’s gotten into you?!” He reached for the blanket with a frown, trying to cover up the very present evidence of a very nice dream he had just gotten pulled out of.

“The meeting started more than half an hour ago! We overslept! Now get ready!!”

Harry was frantically rummaging through the drawers, throwing pieces of clothing onto the bed, some of them hitting Michele, who was still sitting there trying to comprehend what was happening. And enjoying the view of Harry bending down to put on his socks, ass in perfect display.

When Harry turned around and saw Michele just watching him he stilled for a moment. He propped his hands on his hips. “What. What are you thinking? I can see that you’re thinking and I’m not sure if I like it.”

Michele snorted and couldn’t help but laugh. The confused look on Harry’s face only contributed to his amusement. “I was thinking..." He let his gaze wander down Harry's still half naked body. "We’re already late… do you want to be more late?"

Now it was Harry's turn to think. Was it that easy to convince him to miss a more or less important meeting?

His train of thought came to a halt when the sheets rustled and Michele crawled to the edge of the bed and quickly slipped onto the carpet, kneeling before him. Harry's breath hitched when Michele pulled his briefs down and ran his tongue along the inside of his thigh, kissing and nibbling at the skin on his way upwards.

"I- We should really get ready..." Harry's tone couldn't even convince himself, even less Michele who hummed in agreement but instead of stopping wrapped his hand around the base of Harry's cock and stroked him to full hardness. When Michele licked the tip of his cock, Harry finally gave in to the pleasure and carded his fingers through his lover's hair while he proceeded to suckle on the tip.

Michele let his other hand wander from the back of Harry's thighs upwards to pinch one of his firm cheeks. He hummed approvingly around Harry's cock, drawing a moan from him while letting his hand wander a little further.

"Okay, ok- AY!" Harry gasped when he felt Michele's fingertip prod at his hole. "Let's be more late, a lot more late."

"If that's your wish!" Michele was on his feet immediately, pulling Harry onto the bed with him, a cheeky smirk on his lips. He watched Harry roll his eyes at him, but before he got to make any snaky comment his lips were already occupied returning the kiss Harry initiated.

They nearly ended up tangled in the sheets in the process but managed to get rid of Michele's briefs at last. Fingers were slicked up, lips bitten, and moans filled the room as Michele took his time stretching Harry's hole. Once he felt Harry relax around three of his fingers, he slowly pulled them out, pressing a kiss to Harry's cheek before settling himself before him.

With Harry on his back before him, Michelle bent the other man's legs a little and lined his cock up to his hole after slicking it up as well. He carefully pushed inside, wanting to give Harry time to adjust, but his pleas for Michele only spurred him on to start moving. A few slow thrusts quickly turned into a quick pace that had Harry groan and fist the bedsheets.

Michele leaned forward to capture Harry's lips in another passtionate kiss, bending his legs a little more, fucking him a little deeper. "Fuck, right there," Harry exclaimed when Michele brushed his prostate. After a few more well angled thrusts Michele grabbed Harry's dick. They looked into each other's eyes and exchanged a quick smile before Michele started stroking Harry in time with each thrust.

Michele's movements got more frantic and sloppy with each passing second. He was pulled into another kiss, only meant for him to swallow all of Harry's moans as he came. The feeling of his lover clenching around him, the heat getting tighter, was what pushed Michelle over the edge. He quickly pulled out, coming all over Harry's hole instead of inside him.

Once they started coming down from their highs, Michele frowned at a familiar loud noise disturbing his post-orgasmic bliss. He had collapsed on top of Harry and now felt him trying to break free from his lover's hold, but Michele would be damned if he let him pick up his phone now of all times.

"Michele, I should really-"

"Shhh. We're already super late. It would only raise questions if we showed up at all now."

Harry rolled his eyes another time, but only put his arm around Michele and waited for his phone to finally stop ringing.

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TurGreSic under the cut because the post got too long for my liking

94. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.”

-> I spent 30mins searching through our discord chat to find this thing you mentioned once when we were talking about the Cell Block Tango AU. But I knew it had to be there and now here's a drabble.

Michele came here to get fucked. The 'how' ended up a bit unexpected, but hey, take it or leave it, right? And Michele was definitely taking it. "It" in this case being Sadik's dick up his ass.

They hadn't planned for any of this to happen. Not for Sadik to keep making salacious comments about Michele shoving his crotch into his face when rehearsing their part for the 100th time, not for Michele to make retort in an equally salacious manner, and especially not for Herakles to do anything but get his Turk to stop when his hands kept wandering from Michele's waist to other parts of his body.

"Don't tell me you're starting to regret this now." Michele propped himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Sadik who had slowed down his thrusts a little, making the other man suspicious.

"What? No!" Sadik leaned down close enough for Michele to think he would want to kiss him. Instead he whispered in his ear. "But if you keep being so loud you might attract an audience."

The next snippy comment died on Michele's tongue when Sadik quickened his pace again, going harder and deeper. All he could manage was another moan and a couple of curses.

"Can you at least try to keep it together?" Sadik frowned, but kept thrusting into Michele as if to accentuate his words. "You can tell me about how much better than Herakles I fucked you when there aren't-"

"You think you're doing this better than me?"

The small sofa creaked under Sadik and Michele's weight shifting as they turned towards the door. They both froze while Herakles closed the dressing room door behind him and gave them a disapproving look.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sadik straightened up, his dick still burried deep inside Michele who only rolled his eyes.

"I figured that much." With an audible thud Herakles let himself fall into the armchair opposite the sofa, only a small coffee table between himself and the other two men. "You could have invited me so I can make sure you're fucking him right, but at least I'm here now."

Michele huffed, immediately attracting the others' attention. "Could you maybe stop talking about me as if I wasn't right here with some dick up my ass?!" He clenched around Sadik to make his point clear and earned himself a surprised gasp followed by a lazy thrust.

Herakles chuckled when he noticed how Sadik gripped Michele’s hips, trying to hold back. “He doesn’t break that easily. And you don’t have to pretend as if you care if he did.”

In any other situation Michele would glare at Herakles for such a comment. But right now he just shifted, rolled his hips. Trying to coax Sadik into finally continuing where they had left off. If Herakles and Sadik had even the faintest idea of how much he wanted to see them try breaking him. He smiled to himself.

“Come on, old man, he’s begging to be fucked. Or are you tired already?” The challenging look in Herakles’ eyes was the last straw it needed to pursue Sadik into giving him a show. The first thrusts were slow, deep, making Michele moan and reach for Sadik’s arms, his back, whatever part of him he could reach to hold onto.

“He feels so fucking good.” Sadik’s voice was strained, saturated with the need for more, but he was determined to stretch this out and if only for Herakles’ sake.

“I know.” A low purr from Herakles caught Michele’s attention and he watched him pull his pants down just enough to free his hard cock and stroke himself. Their eyes met for a moment. Was that.. longing in his eyes?

Michele was abruptly pulled from his thoughts when Sadik bent his knees a little further, drove into him deeper and hit his prostate with every following thrust.

"Fuck!" Michele clawed onto Sadik's arms, digging his nails into the skin. Sadik hissed at the slight pain, but didn't slow down his pace. "You're supposed to fuck me, not re-arrange my guts!"

Before Sadik could make another witty comment, a loud moan coming from Herakles captured the others' attention. "Stop complaining, Miche." He was stroking himself faster, running his thumb over the tip every time. "He's so good at this... Watching you taking him so well...I'm almost jealous."

Herakles' breath hitched when Sadik smirked at him. No words were needed for him to know what the Turk had in mind for them to do later.

Together with the movements of Herakles' hand on his cock Sadik's pace also sped up. With a groan that he was sure the others outside the dressing room heard as well, Michele drove his nails deeper into Sadik's arms, drawing blood. His head lolled to the side, giving Herakles' a perfect view of his face.

"Please..." The word was almost inaudible, coming from Michele's lips only for Sadik to hear. He huffed, but wrapped his hand around Michele's cock to stroke him in time with his thrusts. The tip was wet with precum and so sensitive to Sadik's touch, after a couple of strokes Michele was already cumming all over himself and Sadik's hand. He bit his lip to stifle his moans, so as to not attract anyone outside to check onto them. The way he clenched around Sadik was enough for the other man to reach his climax as well, spilling inside Michele with a low groan.

When they both cought their breath again and Sadik slowly pulled his dick out, Michele once again ended up making eye contact with Herakles, who wiped his own cum off with a sweaty towel he had brought from practice. A faint smile was on Herakles' lips, but the longing look had disappeared from his eyes.

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I hate that I have to be the one to create the content I want to see in the world, because it is too self-indulgent for me to not be ashamed to share it but also too self-indulgent for anyone else to ever do it.

[fireandspiceland]

Can I get an uhhhhhhh TurSic or TurGre with the attached Plutarch, Alexandros, 11, (Fig. 1) TurSic maybe referencing how the Ottoman Empire last tried conquer Sicily in 1571 (and had their ass handed to them by the Sicilians under Spanish Leadership in Fontane Bianche), when Michele was just a teenager, or just some TurGre, with Herakles referencing his own growth and being a bold little shit like Alex the pretty alright III. Or, OR, Third Alternative, some Cat. 56 (Fig. 2) with TurGreSic, in the vein of 'Oh, haven't you heard? About our open relationship?' Or if you prefer seperate acts, have the funfact that the 'threat' of oral sex was more associated with humiliation, while anal sex with punishment. Thinking along the lines of degrading your rival and punishing your girl.

(Fig. 1)

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I'm actually so sorry for having a breakdown in your inbox but. if I have ANYTHING to look forward in the next two weeks that isn't Uni, I'd be eternally grateful. I'll probably also get whiplash when I see this insane ask again (I also DO NOT CARE for any historical inaccuracies, you should not have to do any research for this, my brain is just Wired Like This & sees ancient texts as viable inspiration). HDGDL, sorry for being your friend, you can also 100% refuse this ask <3

you stop being sorry about sending long asks and being my friend this instant okay?! I love getting requests and you even gave me stuff to work with! What could be better than this? :D I hope you like what I wrote for you.

OC(s): APH Sicily - Michele Vento

-> infidelity, but not really. it's more of a roleplay between them, no one's really mad. open relationship between Sadik and Herakles, Michele makes them both feel like they are the third wheel.

The groan that fell from Michele's lips was a mixture of pleasure and annoyance. He gripped Herakles‘ sides a little tighter as his body was rocked back and forth with each thrust. The man hovering above him leaned down to place his head on Michele's shoulder. Sweat dropped from Heracles' forehead onto Michele's hot skin, making him shiver.

"Just a little..."

"Yeah!"

Another powerful thrust had Michele cry out, his painfully hard dick trapped between their bodies, but it still wasn't enough. Tears formed at the corners of his eyes from the need to find release so badly. When he noticed Herakles' movements getting more lazy again, he pushed the other man with a grunt and flipped them over.

Taking advantage of the new position, Michele quickly found his pace, riding Herakles who held onto the others' hips. He tried to take the lead again, but soon gave in to the pleasure Michele’s movements brought them both.

“Fuck,” Michele exclaimed, his voice strained, “I think I’m gonna-“

“Now that’s a sight to behold.”

Both Michele and Herakles froze with Michele collapsing on top of Herakles’ torso. A sob rippled through his body, mourning his now ruined orgasm. The pain from being so close to coming was still apparent and he gasped when Herakles sat up while still inside him.

“I thought you were out for the night,” he stated towards his husband, who was leaning against the doorframe to the living room.

“Change of plans.” Sadik shrugged and mustered his half dressed husband on the floor and their naked neighbour on top of him. “And it seems they changed in my favour.”

Herakles rolled his eyes at Sadik and petted Michele’s back, who grumbled something into Herakles’ pecs. They had been in similar situations, but this was still a little embarrassing.

“What are you doing?” Herakles frowned at Sadik and watched him step closer to where Michele and him were still lying on the carpet in the middle of the room.

Sadik reached out to pat Michele’s back, making the other man shiver at the hot touch on his now cold, sweaty skin. “Get up. Did you really think you could come into my house and fuck my husband without any consequences?”

The accusation made Michele stiffen. Sadik noticed the muscles in his back tense up before they relaxed again and Michele slowly pulled himself away from the protective space against Herakles chest.

“Is this really necess-“ Sadik lifted a hand to silence his husband. Another roll of Herakles’ eyes made the corner of Sadik’s lip quiver upwards.

In the meantime Michele had found his breath and voice again, with a glare directed at Sadik he quipped “For once I agree with your husband, whatever you think you’re doing seems very uncalled for.”

Sadik snorted at the comment and raised a curious eyebrow. “Now look at you little slut thinking you’ve got a say in this.” Now it was Michele who rolled his eyes at Sadik. The last comment had been more than just cliché. This could’ve been right out of a porno.

With a sigh Sadik shook his head, but his expression was still one of amusement as he undid the fly of his jeans. “You two are no fun. At least try to look guilty.”

Michele opened his mouth to say something but Herakles was faster. “You want me to play embarrassed because oh no!” Herakles shot Sadik with his best puppy eyes. “You caught me! Fucking the hot neighbour while I thought my husband to be at work!”

For emphasis Herakles put his hands on Michele’s hips while lazily fucking into him, drawing a surprised moan from the man on top of him. Sadik chuckled at the display and pulled his half hard dick from his pants.

A deep blush crept onto Michele’s cheeks as he mustered the thick head of Sadik’s cock as he stroked himself to full hardness. He felt Herakles twitch inside him and gasped.

“Suck it.” Sadik nudged the wet tip of his cock against Michele’s cheek, making him turn his head. “Since you like married men filling your holes.”

Only reluctantly Michele parted his lips when Sadik prodded against them. Herakles watched him take his husband’s cock further in his mouth and bob his head a few times before Sadik took a tight grip on Michele’s head. He hit the back of Michele’s throat repeatedly, his thrusts soon becoming more sloppy.

Herakles shivered at the thought of his husband marking the man on top of him and snapped his hips upwards, causing Michele to lose his balance and choke. Sadik only let go for a moment to let him catch his breath before going back to fucking Michele’s throat, never letting his look go anywhere else than his now teary eyes.

“Sadik..”

Without looking at his husband, Sadik lifted one hand to shut him.

“You’re not getting away so easily either. Just wait for your turn.”

The demanding tone had Herakles throw his head back and roll his hips again. Michelle jerked as he grazed his prostate and moaned around Sadik’s cock. The vibrations sent a final wave of pleasure through Sadik’s body and he pulled Michele’s head back, watched thick ropes of cum splatter his cheeks and lips.

A noise of discomfort came from Michele, who had his eyes pressed shut tightly, but the feeling of Herakles twitch and jerk inside him quickly eased the tension. When he opened his eyes, Sadik was crouched down next to him. He gripped Michele’s chin and pressed a kiss to his cheek, licking up a little of the cum in the process.

Michele cleared his sore throat and gave him an impatient look. “Am I done here? I don’t want to-“

“Of course not. You came here to get fucked by my husband, didn’t you?” Sadik looked down at Herakles in disapproval. “But from what I saw you can’t even satisfy a slut like him, so I’ll show you how it’s done.”

Herakles wanted to protest, but was cut off by his husband’s instructions for Michele to get onto the couch and for him to kneel behind him. The soft cushions were a welcome change for Michele’s knees and he settled himself onto the sofa - ass up, head down - without any protest. Might as well finish what we started.

Michele gasped when Herakles pushed into his hole again, sliding into it easily. Since he got to know about his neighbours’ open marriage, he had been involved with them several times, and Sadik being there to guide Herakles got his hopes of getting off tonight up again.

“What are you- Fuck.”

Herakles bucked his hips into Michele when he felt Sadik slick fingers scissoring him open. He leaned forward to give him better access, fucking deeper inside Michele. His hole was still stretched from being played with earlier this night and Sadik tsked with mocked disappointment. It didn't take long for a litany of curses to fall from Herakles lips, his desperation only making Sadik's arousal grow again.

“I’m gonna fuck you so you can learn how fo satisfy a man.”

With that Sadik lines himself up behind Herakles, pushing inside in one swift movement. Herakles nearly collapsed onto Michele, but tried to keep himself upright.

“Just follow my lead.”

The pace Sadik set was relentless, his thrusts hard enough to let Michele feel the force of them as well. He gripped Herakles' hips, changing the angle slightly to make Herakles hit his prostate with every combined thrust of the husbands.

After a few more thrusts, hitting him just like he needed it, Michele finally found release, coming into the space between his stomach and the cushions beneath him. His body went limp from exhaustion, aftershocks still rippling through his body after Herakles had slipped out of him.

Michele still felt Herakles’ hard cock dragging against his back with every one of Sadik’s thrusts. The sounds he made were desperate, pleading, Michele swore he heard a sob at some point, but was too blissed out to care. He only hummed in response when he felt Herakles’ cum on his back and heard Sadik scream out in pleasure.

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Oh yeah, guess who a few days ago found herself thinking about an earnest, romantic TurSic dynamic. I thought about them cooking together 🤡🤡🤡 You can see my clown makeup all the way from space.

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Do I waste my time editing and uploading HAB or do I waste my time Martialposting

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Maybe my head could retain more middle high german syntax if it wasn't filled with hetalia cell block tango shenanigans

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Maybe it's less "If I see other people produce things, I feel pressured to produce content myself so other people will like me" and maybe it's more "No one will write what I want in this bitch, so I gotta do EVERYTHING by myself."

Or maybe it's both.

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I should get a tag for all of my writing but hnnng idk what 😩 drabbles is for, well, my drabbles, beablabbers for ALL my bullshit and storie nostre is also for reblogs that remind me of the characters...

Also thinking about whether or not to post the Cell Block Tango Fic to ao3. Also, if I should post the TurGreSic snippet I ended up writing. Decisions decisions...

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gn everyone, I am going to bed and hopefully dream of the brainrot <3 love ya

[fireandspiceland]

Fuck it, I guess, I wanna send you some love and see some Content (tm). Prompt 17 for either AusHun or TurGre, whatever you feel more comfortable with. (Or if you are feeling adventurous, TurGreSic. Latter would surely also work wonders with 13.)

Send a ship and a number ask game

17. “Don’t treat me like a princess”

Love is always appreciatedm <3 As much as I love AusHun, I'm going with TurGre for this one. I never wrote anything for them but with this prompt I can definitely work something out. (Also I'd love to do TurGreSic sometime in the future! I just don't feel like I can do Michele justice yet)

-> nothing much to say about this one except that it's porn

A loud bang and a groan reverberated from the cold tiles of the bathroom. Greece rubbed his head and hissed at the pain.

"Shhh, are you trying to attract the whole world's attention? They are all right there in the conference room if that's what you want."

Turkey's scolding was answered by a mumbled apology and another groan, but this time it was out of pleasure, not out of pain.

Strong hands were roaming Greece's body, demanding kisses pressed to his lips, and he couldn't do anything but let it all happen. His head was still pounding from the hit against the unforgiving wall of the bathroom stall. But being kissed and touched like this by Turkey... the pain was soon overshadowed by the pricking feelings of arousal under his skin.

Turkey hummed approvingly, when he felt Greece's gentle fingers carding through his hair, massaging his scalp. He deepened their kiss, getting more bold, more desperate, before breaking it entirely.

Greece tried to pull Turkey closer to him again, but before he got the chance the other man had slid from his weak grip and was on his knees before him. A sight that Greece wouldn't dare to complain about.

Calloused hands slid up from his hips to his waist, sneaking their way beneath Greece shirt. A shiver ran down his spine and Greece gasped when Turkey's kisses went from his stomach to his hips, bruising the tender skin with little nips and bites.

Turkey settled his hands on the back of Greece's thighs, pulling him closer. Feeling him getting harder was a turn on of its own.

Another bite, another bruise, another gasp and Turkey could feel Greece's knees getting a little weaker. One hand gripped his shoulder, Greece trying to keep himself somewhat steady.

Turkey gave his thighs one last squeeze before moving his hands to undo his pants and his lips back to his stomach, slowly leaving a trail of kisses downwards until he reached the fabric he was about to remove.

Letting himself fall back against the wall, Greece gripped Turkey's shoulder a little harder when the other man kissed the tip of his erection through his briefs before pulling them down to his knees.

Turkey positioned himself a little more comfortable in the small space of the stall and looked up at Greece, meeting his eyes. The hungry look in his eyes had Greece's cock twitching, he gritted his teeth to stifle a moan.

"You better be quiet or this is the last time I miss out on those kids quarreling over nothing for you."

"O- okay."

Greece bit his lip when Turkey shifted to wrap one hand around his cock, guiding it into his mouth. He gave the tip a gentle lick before taking as much of it in his mouth as he could fit, coating it in saliva. Soon he had found the familiar rhythm of stroking and bobbing his head. Greece's hand was carefully brought to Turkey's head, only moving with him, not demanding anything. He once again felt the other man card his hand through his hair carefully. Looking up at Greece, Turkey found him still biting his lower lip, eyes tightly closed, cheeks flushed.

Turkey pulled his mouth off Greece's cock with a plop but continued to stroke him. Greece slowly opened his eyes.

"Everything good?"

His voice was strained. Turkey furrowed his brow.

"That's what I could ask you. I know I told you to be quiet, but why are you holding back? Don’t treat me like a princess, fuck my mouth and bite your tongue. The meeting will be over soon and I'm not getting caught here with you."

For a moment they started into each other's eyes, but then Turkey noticed a spark in Greece's eyes and grinned. The grin was immediately wiped off his face when Greece gripped the back of his head and guided him back onto his cock. With one hand covering his own mouth and the other holding Turkey's head in place, Greece bucked his hips, stifling his groans.

Turkey closed his eyes, his both his hands again holding onto the back of Greece's thighs, sneakily wandering up to grab his ass. He nearly gagged when Greece at a particularly forceful thrust in his mouth, Greece's cock hitting the back of his throat, but once he got used to the feeling Turkey moaned lowly when Greece was deep inside him again.

The soft vibrations around his cock together with the view of a teary eyed Turkey on his knees before him were enough to get Greece over the edge. He came with a groan, biting his hand, but failing to stifle all the noise, pushing Turkey's head as close as he could. Turkey hummed at the feeling of Greece cumming down his throat, the additional simulation making Greece weak to his knees.

When he came down from his high, Greece released Turkey's head from his grip and joined him on the floor. For a while none of them said anything, only their heavy breaths filling the silence as they sat next to each other.

Greece cleared his throat and Turkey gave him a questioning look.

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I was so caught up in the euphoria of having spent a week talking about Michele and TurGreSic that I temporarily lives in a world where I wasn't the only one able to produce content for it.

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Okay, but because I am still in the labyrinth that is TurGreSic and no Ariadne volunteered to save me: I do like the headcanon that Turkey, with all its sweets, got a sweet tooth. (Greece does too, but it's less founded on anything cultural, just a headcanon).

So I think it'd be hilarious if Sicily makes Granità al limone as snack/drink and gets some hilarious reactions from an unwitting Turk.