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greece & turkey//heracles & sadık

the great mediterranean baking competition

i'm so sorry this took so long! school fisted me hella bad, but i'm
on summer break now!

sorry if the characters seem ooc!! i tried tho.

side note: i've decided to ditch the accents bc im hella lazy rn lol

love triangle!! not ship!!
for: Unknown_Exotic

"hera, could you please not use the oven right now. it's boiling hot right now and that just makes it worse." (y/n) complained. all of her limbs were sprawled over a dining chair, barely cooling off with a fan in front of her.

"yeah, stupid. don't you know how hot it gets in the kitchen?" a voice piped in from the doorway. "sadık, when you moved in you put the heater on in the
middle of july. sit down." (y/n) bit, irritated by the current heat. the turk hung his head slightly and crumbled under his breath, she wasn't wrong. he somewhat shamefully walked to the seat across from (y/n).

"i'm making desert."
"it's three in the afternoon, stupid greek."
"first of all, why? second of all, sadık if you don't shut your mouth I don't know what I'll do."

(y/n) wasn't usually this apprehensive, in fact she was a really sweet person with a really great personality. however, in temperatures over 90 degrees fahrenheit, she turned into a moody 15 year old. she could never survive in either of her roommate's home countries.

"I feel like it." heracles responded. going back to mixing his unknown concoction. "would you like some?" he offered.

though she tried to hide it as much as possible, (y/n) had a giant sweet tooth. even a mention of sweets got her mouth to water in excitement.

"fine. but only because you offered." (y/n) got up, and skipped to the greek.

he dipped his tan index finger into the yellowish batter, and held it out to (y/n)'s face. while she wasn't exactly expecting this, she didn't question it. she had known him for a while, and while he was a strange guy, she knew he would never make her like his finger if it were dirty.

she gently wrapped her lips around his slim index, and licked off the yellow batter. her eyes sparkled with excitement. it was sweet, very sweet. she immediately recognized the taste. honey cake. he had made it for her many times before, perfectly every time.

sadık was fuming on the inside. "how could he make her lick his finger? that's so unsanitary. it's disgusting! what the hell is wrong with him?" he thought.

"damn hera, that's really good." (y/n) complimented, the sugary taste still on her tongue. while he was used to her compliments, heracles couldn't help but smile a bit. "thank you."

"if you think greek sweets are anywhere near good," sadık began, standing from
his chair. "just wait till you try turkish sweets." his voice deepened.

"maybe another ti-" "is that a challenge?" "hera!"

sadık sauntered to heracles. with his arms crossed, he asked "what if it is?"

"okay, bye. i'm going to my room. have fun with your dumbass competition." and with that, (y/n) grabbed the fan and sped off to her room.