#turegy

[watson221bee]

ni ho n go（Killing me…）

[ask-giripanchan]

👙 - beach day?

(Was to lazy to finish it. But here’s Sadık and Gupta in their beach outfits~) -Foxxy Mun

[shy-germany]

"Did you think I forgot?" for TurEgy, please?

Shsjskask these are going slow but I’m trying

Gupta lay with Sadik on the large, unmade bed, the windows open to let in the late summer breeze. It’s late, too late to be up, but neither of them could find it in them to sleep. Gupta rests his head on Sadik’s chest and stares up at the ceiling.

A question enters his mind, simple and easy. “Sadik,” he says, looking up at him. “Do you remember when we first met?”

Sadik laughs, deep, loud, and incredible. “Oh, baby,” he says, “do you think I could ever forget?”

“It was so long ago,” says Gupta quietly, though he can envision it perfectly as well. He sighs, rolls to his side. “Eleven years ago. I had just started going to that mosque, and…”

“And I ran in, probably half an hour late, in the middle of prayer…”

“You tried to be discreet, but you couldn’t find an empty space…”

“I finally found a spot, next to you.” Sadik gave a short sigh. “But, I had to move past some people. I tried to step over them, and I tripped…”

“And screamed.”

“Okay, it was more of a grunt.”

“I heard a scream.” Gupta smiles, remembering. “I gave you such a dirty look. I could not believe anyone would be so disrespectful. But you, and I wanted to rip your head off for it, just…”

“Grinned. I thought it was hilarious.” Sadik laughs in that same wonderful way. “Hey, at least I apologized to you afterwords.”

“Yes, and I found you so incredibly arrogant.” Gupta rolls his eyes - Sadik had been nothing but smirks and cheeky remarks since the moment he met him. Never in his life had he had his opinion of someone change so dramatically. “But, at the same time… I admired your confidence.”

“I started coming in on time after that.” Sadik brings his arms around Gupta’s side, pulls him close. “Although, I had a little external motivation.”

“You are lucky you are cute,” says Gupta, though he is also laughing now. He chuckles for a bit, then finishes with a breathy sigh. “I love you.”

“We both know you’re the cute one.” Sadik presses a kiss to his forehead. “I love you, too.”

[shy-germany]

Turkegy "things you said through your teeth"

Okay baby girl it’s high time I actually DO one of your requests so I’ll do my best. 

Note: This is from my hunger games au, and Ivan and Yao are going to be in it - and they’re pretty scary characters in this one. I’m sorry if this doesn’t make a ton of sense. It’s out of context. For some background - Gupta is an extremely religious and pacifistic Muslim, Sadiq has been trained all his life to kill and has only recently gotten better, and Ivan and Yao are, well, co-dependent and crazy. That’s the very, very basic gist of this. 

From the moment the rustling started, Sadiq held fiery panic in his eyes. His grip was like a vice, his voice ice cold through his teeth. “Gupta, whatever happens, do not move. I will handle this. Do you understand?” 

Gupta was not sure what to do. This was too much, too fast. They were backed into a corner - there was no way out of this hiding spot. He knew they were trapped, but at the same time, he did not understand. How had they even found them? Gupta shook his head - not so much an objection as an act of sheer disbelief. “Sadiq…”

“Gupta, I’m deadly serious. Do. Not. Move.” His teeth still did not part. Gupta swallowed thickly and nodded, powerless. God, he had never been this powerless - not during the reaping, not during training, not for the days or weeks or eternities he had been in his arena. 

When the voices started again, the feeling increased ten-fold. 

“Oh, Ivan, darling, look what I found!” It was the Chinese tribute who emerged first through the foliage, oil-black hair ruffled and loose in it’s ponytail, falling wildly into his dark, dark, dark eyes.“If it isn’t the Turk and his… pet.” He grinned like the Cheshire cat, and Gupta felt his stomach twist. 

The chinaman stood up straight then, spinning his weapon carelessly between his fingers, and Gupta was almost shocked when he stretched to full height. The notoriously feared Chinese tribute was scarcely taller than he was.

However, the Russian tribute that followed towered over even Sadiq. “Oh, my little Yao, how wonderful!” His infamous pipe glistened in the setting sun. It was silver… and red. “We have been waiting ages for this! Which one do you want, my dear?”

Sadiq drew his blade. “Do not touch him.” He took a step forward, but looked shaky in his stance. “I’m warning you, Russian.” 

Gupta watched Sadiq’s eyes. They no longer held the animalistic, boundless, joyful gleam they once had. The man in front of him was completely different than the ruthless killer who had entered this competition. He had grown so much spiritually, mentally. Gupta would be grateful for that any other time. 

“Warning me?” The Russian giggled like a child. “How silly.” 

It all happened so quickly. A glance, a smile, and Gupta could not see Yao anymore. He moved like the win in a hurricane, something too fast to register or feel. Gupta whipped around, rooted to the spot as he was ordered to, and tried to scream. At least part of him knew it was too late, but logic did nothing to tame to red-hot fear in his lungs. “SADIQ!”

But all Gupta heard was choking. He forced himself to look, eyes burning, only to see Sadiq falling. It had taken seconds. Only seconds, and Yao’s sai had cut through his neck like paper. The so-called insane, ruthless, untouchable ‘Masked Turk’  lay gasping on the floor in less time than it had taken Gupta to turn. It felt like both a million years and a blink of the eye. 

Life snapped back into full speed before Gupta was ready for it. His heart stopped, and he screamed, louder than he had ever been in his life, as he tore through the protective limits Sadiq had placed on him and stumbled to where he lay bleeding. His vision tunneled, tunneled, until he could barely see the blood.

“Sadiq,” whispered Gupta through a dry throat. “Sadiq, no…” He broke off and muttered a prayer, just as much as instinct as it was to breathe. But Gupta felt no relief this time. The once familiar, once comforting words burnt his lips. 

“Gupta.” A line of blood ran down Sadiq’s mouth as he tried to speak. He ended up hissing through his teeth. “I’m sorry.” 

Gupta inhaled sharply. He was not crying, as he could only feel panic, flames. “Sorry? Sorry for what?” 

Sadiq coughed, and it stained his shirt rose-red. “I couldn’t… keep doing this.” He reached out slowly, likely blindly, and Gupta fumbled his hand into his. Sadiq smiled as he shakily kissed his knuckles. “Thank you,” he said, and then again. “Thank you.”

The was when Gupta realized - Sadiq had not even tried to fight back. He had taken Gupta’s preachings and verses about pacifism to heart, and he had paid the price with his life.

Gupta’s breath went ragged. He pleaded, screamed, prayed, but the cannon went off despite it, rang in his ears, his heart. None of that would say him now - no God, no belief would save him from this. 

And none of it mattered, Gupta realized with what felt like a bolt of lightning. Nothing mattered before Sadiq - not Egypt, not the mosque, not those he had preached to or those he thought he had saved - and he knew in his heart of hearts nothing would matter after him. In the end, Gupta could not save the one who mattered. Gupta could feel himself physically breaking to pieces as he put it together - No God would allow this. There was no god. 

And therefore, nothing was left.

((okay, I know this is rough and possibly confusing. I just wanted an excuse to test the waters on his scene, tbh))

[hetahumor]

Turkey x Egypt is all I live for tbh turkegy is love turkegy is life

I just had a bad Shrek-crossover image appear in my head.

[shy-germany]

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It makes me sad that almost no one else ships this so I made a handy dandy guide for why u should