#why didnt they grab him and fed him a muffin???

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Bread Pudding Doesn’t Like Julian (Un edited)

Just a little sicfic about how Julian can’t let his sister down even at the expense of his own guts.

JulianXMC(No gender), Platonic Pasha 

May have emetaphobia triggers although nothing happens. I’m new at stuffing fics, it’s a newly discovered guilty pleasure so bare with me.

Portia loved proving herself to her brother almost as much as she loved fussing over him. Sometimes she would bake for him or be his therapist but today she realy wanted to impress him with the new recipe she had found.

Julian didn't want to say it but Pasha's bread pudding wasn't as good as the grandmas. It was runnier and intoxicatingly sweet. The first bowl wasn't sitting right in his stomach. But he did have a habit of not eating enough. It very well could be that he was just out of practice. 

“Mph-it’s good pasha” Julian choked. 

“You really think so?” Pasha asked clasping her hands in hopeful delight.

“It’s really erm-sweet.” Julian took a long sip of his tea in an effort to cool the sugary heat in his throat.

“If you like it you can have some more.” Pasha offered excitedly. 

Julian couldn’t turn his sister down. She had worked so hard to find and make this recipe. The two of them had loved it as kids. It had a been special treat the grandmas made just for the two of them. Maybe it was the heaping spoonful of nostalgia but deep inside he felt something starting to ache. 

He couldn’t tell her it was turning his stomach though, Pasha would think it was her fault.

 “How could I say no?” He asked. If only he knew the answer.

Pasha hurried to the stove with his empty bowl and spooned out a generous second helping seeing how much her brother liked it and sat it down in front of him.

“I almost forgot!” Pasha cried. “I made muffins to go with it.”

She jammed on her mitts and eagerly retrieved the crumbly pastries from the oven’s warm belly. Then she took one piping hot muffin and plopped it on top of Julian's bread pudding.

He had to guzzle his tea between bights to help the pudding down. 

“Aren’t you gonna try the muffin?” Pasha asked hopefully.

“Oh, I was-just uh-going to save it for tomorrow. You know busy day might not get a chance to go to the market for lunch.”

“Oh don’t worry about that, there is plenty enough for you to take some home with you.”

 His stomach made a strange rumble he hadn’t heard since his first time aboard a ship. Thank god he had found his sea legs since then.

“See listen to how hungry you are.” Pasha insisted. 

“Pasha I-”

“You really don’t eat enough. Listen to it. Feed me, Julian! Feed me!” Her impression of his stomach was almost as unsettling as the pudding inside it.

There was no getting out of this one. She was going to watch him until that entire muffin was gone. 

Julian forced himself to take a large bite out of the muffin, the faster he ate it the faster it would be over with. It was thick, and he could feel it squeeze down his throat and sit in his chest before sinking to the pit of his stomach.

He tried to cover a hiccup with a satisfied sound.

“See told you, you would like it.” Pasha smiled. 

He used the last bite of the muffin to sop up the rest of the pudding. As he tried to swallow he could feel his throat tightening. 

“Here have some more.” Pasha insisted. She was so excited by how much Julian seemed to like this pudding. 

“I don’t think I-” 

But before he could finish Pasha had shoved another muffin into her brother’s mouth. 

“Here this one is cinnamon flavored.”

It actually was pretty good, Julian would have really enjoyed it had his stomach been a little less moody. He wasn’t sure how it happened or what Pasha had said to guilt him into eating so much but five bows of pudding and three muffins later he was cradling his gurgly belly under the table.

UUURRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLLEEEEEERRRRRRRRR

“What was that noise?”Pasha asked.

If she knew his stomach was still roaring she would keep feeding him. and he felt guilty rejecting her again. 

“I think it was Pepe,” Julian said choking back a sugary burp.

“Of course it’s his feeding time,” Pasha remembered and immediately went to the cupboard to find some cat treats. The little seal faced feline rubbed against her hip scarf with pathetic desperation. 

“They’re supposed to be good for his digestive system, yes they are.”

Pasha scooped Pepe into her arms and began to nuzzle him as she fed him a little treat from the cheesecloth pouch.

Help with digestion sounded pretty good to the doctor. He sure could some right now.

“Pasha, you wouldn’t have any more tea would you?” He rasped.

“Hmm let me check,” Pasha said thoughtfully climbing up on her footstool to open the cabinet. “Oh dear.”

“It’s alright.” Julian winced discreetly soothing his stomach under the table.

RRRRRRRRGGGGGGLLLLLL

“Pepe I already fed you.” Pasha sighed.

GGGUUUUULLLLLRRRRRRBBBBLLLLLL

“Hang on, that’s not Pepe, that’s you!” Pasha quickly grabbed her brother's empty bowl and began to refill it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were still hungry.”

“Actually I’m er-getting a little full,” Julian admitted. He could feel his stomach pushing into the table. The edge of it digging into his tinder abdominals.

“You could never be full Ilya” Pasha assured him “You’re so tall everything goes right to your knees.”

“As a doctor, I can assure you that’s far from the basics of human anat ~urp~ anatomy.”

Pasha’s retort was interrupted by a little knock at the door. “That must be MC,” she squealed. “Why don’t you answer it, Julian, I’m sure they’re here to see you.”

Julian groaned and pushed himself out of his chair. Bloated, nauseous feelings hit him tenfold when he stood up. The jacket he was wearing squeezed him in all the wrong places. With some relief, he unbuttoned it and hung it on the back of his chair. He fixed his shirt which had started to rise up over the food baby he felt like he was about to have. 

UUUUULLLLLLGGGGGGGLLLLLLLRRRRRRRPPPP

“Yea I know, I know, just not in front of MC.” Julian whispered to his belly.

He placed a hand over his bubbly gut in hopes of stifling the incessant rumbling.  Julian swallowed hard as he opened the door, MC  swept him into a hug that he immediately regretted. He had done pretty well at keeping all he had eaten down, until now. However, he managed to keep his cool as MC released their embrace. 

“Hic~good to see you too MC.” 

MC laughed “What smells so good?” They asked.

“Ah, that would be Pasha’s bread pudding.” He then leaned down by their ear far enough away that he could hide his breath. “I wouldn’t trust it if I were you. I’ve found less questionable things at the red market.”

MC gave him a look. “Is it really that bad?”

“My stomach has fared better after eating year old bread while in a rowboat on he edge of whirl pool .”

“You’re so dramatic.” MC smirked. 

“Trust me, if she offers you any don’t eat it. I don’t know how her stomach can handle it.” 

UUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLPPPPP “Excuse me.” Julian sheepishly bit his lip. The belch had snuck up on him like a certain courtier.

“Feel better?” MC asked playfully.

He didn’t realy. In the middle of his release he had stopped it to hold it in. Not infront of MC. Any uncontralable gassious displays were too humiliating, even if they did temporarily put his stomach at ease.

When they sat down at Portias little coffee table she imediatly offered the rest of the bread pudding to MC. 

“I uh-I just ate.” Mc bluffed.

“Oh that’s a shame. This stuff doesn’t keep to well I’de hate for it to go to waste.” Pasha gave a little pout as she emptied the ladle back into the pot.

Julian could stand the dissapointment on his sisters face. He realy didnt want ther to feal like noody liked her food, and he felt guilty for telling MC not to eat it. Besides after that bealch made a little more room in his belly.

“I’ll eat it.” He said before he could stop himself. So Pasha split the remaining four bowls worth between the two of them. Pepe ofcourse helped her finish hers.

Julian struggled more with each sickningly sweet sticky spoonfull. He was trying so hard not to gag infront of his sister. Every spoonfull brought him closer to his inevitable demise. Surely his stomach would explode.

With a subtle glance he noticed in alarm how much his gut was protruding. A small globe stretched tight as a canvas. 

Seven, seven bowls of Pasha’s mystery pudding, three muffins, and about five cups of tea were all angerly swirling in his stomach. 

“Oh Ilya, I forgot, I started growing peaches.” Much to Julian’s horror she pulled a crate full of plump fruit seemingly from out of nowwhere. “I picked this one special for you.” 

She held up the largest and juciest peach. It was kind, but he would have apreciated it so much more had stomach not been so over stuffed.

“Thanks Pasha, That’s so ~hic~thoughtful.” Julian sluggishly bit into the peach. He could hardly chew it.

“I’m sorry I can’t” he moaned. “If I eat anymore my stomach is going burst and I’ll die.” Julian shook his head holding the peach far away from him. He couldn’t look at it.

“Oh stop being so dramatic.” Pasha scoughed. “You just don’t usualy eat like a normal person so you don’ t realise how hungry you actualy are.”

“Um pasha-” Mc started, “I think Julian might be getting a little”

But Julian had allready gone back to his task of eating one last thing. That’s what did him in.Inorder  to finish the entire pieach he had to keep his eyes closed.Seeing it was hard enough but the taste and swmell was almost enough to spill his guts. Everybight struggled to make it to his stomach the last one almost didn’t. 

Oh God. What had he done? Julian clutched at his stomach under the table with his sticky hands. His belly was the size of a small mixing bowl. Ghostly sounds echoed inside. 

“Did you like it?” Pasha asked.

“It was great.” Julian weezed. 

Luuuuuuuurrrrrrrrggggggggglllllllllllllllllllllluuuuuuuurrrrrgggglllleeeeerrrrgggg Julian gave his vengeful guts a defeated little pat.

“Oof. Well I don’t know about you guys but I sure need some excercise afte that . I’m going to the Grden, you guys are welcome to stay in here and make out or whatever.” Pasha chortled.

As the door closed behind her Julian face planted into the table.

“Somthing tells me you don’t want to make out.” Mc said.

“I always want to make out.” Julian told the wood grain. 

A melodic rumble filled his over satiated gut and he clutched at it despratly.

“I think I just ate everything in Vesuvia.” He groaned. 

Mc walked over to him and gently began to rub his back in little circles. 

“You okay?” They asked.

“I feel a little ~hic~woozy” 

“Do you need to lie down?” MC asked.

Probably not a bad idea. Wincing, he managed to sit upright and his stomach narrated his every movement on his way over to the couch. He crossed his arms infront of him and lowered himself to his knees as the sharp pain of a cramp shot through his insides. “Ugh.” Julian hugged himself tighter and layed his head on the couch. 

“Are you gonna be sick?” Mc asked nervously.

“No I-I it’s embarassing realy.”

“What is it?” MC asked.

“I erm I’ve got that feeling like my gastro intestinal system is...sorry doctor terminology I uh-I think I’de feel better if could burp up some of the gass ive got in my stomach but I don’t ~hic~ I don’have anything effervecent enough.” 

“Try swallowing some air.” MC suggested gently.

“I-uh okay.” Julian took a big gulp of air and swalowed hard but it just dissapated in his stomach with an agitated growl. “Oof that didn’t feel so good MC.” He winced. “It’s fine I’ll just ride it out.” 

“Maybe try a different position. Can you get on your back?”

Julian heaved himself onto the couch and rolled over onto his back. His belly slaushing like a snow globe as he flipped over.

“OOft.” Now that he had jostled the acidic content of his stomach a bit he felt a little worse. He swallowed harder this time but the gulp just exacerbated his stomach ache. “Sorry you have to see me like this” He choked lifting up his shirt. Even the light weight of his lose fitting shirt was too much for his tinder gut.

“I’m not.” Mc said watching him pull his shirt off.

Julian gave a smirk and rolled over onto his side as seductively as he could. 

llllluuuurrrrrbbbblleeeeuuurrrbbblleeeuurrbbb

Julian glared at his stomach. “Oh very poetic.” He said dryly.

“Was that a sonat?” MC asked. 

“Not enough sylables, more like a-”

Guuurrrrbbblellleebbbbllll

“Limrick.” He finished with a note of salt in his voice.

“Here come lay down with me.” Julian patted the empty spot on the couch beside him.

“I don’t want to hurt your stomach.” MC said with concern. 

“Ah but it might help if you rub it a little. Trust me MC I’m a doctor.”

As Julian rolled back into his original position Pepe lepped onto his distended belly causing him to flinch.

“Ohhhh-ho-ho easy Pepe.”  Julian groaned. “I’m not feeling so peachy.” He grimaced at his own unintentional pun. Pepe had begun to kneed his stomach.

Mc scooped up the mischievous little cat and sat him on the floor. Then they placed a hand tinderly over Julian’ swollen tummy and began to massage it. A low rumble finally rose into his chest allowing him the deep bealch he needed.

“AAAAAAUUUUURRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUPPPPPPP” 

“Ah much better. Excuse me.” 

But MC continued to rub and bress on his bloated tummy.

EEEEERRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUPPPPPPPPPP

“Ooft. See? It ~BLURP~mmph scuse me. It helps.”

MC gave the bulge of his tummy a firm pat and in no time he had found the belchesburried in the pit of his stomach.

Portia walked back in a moment later with her basket of apples. “Wow Ilya you look terrible.”

“Realy? I feel ~Urup~ ngh-fantastic.” Julian reclined back on the cussions rubbing his tummy.

“I guess you realy did eat too much huh.” Pasha said apologeticly. “I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.” 

“No Pasha, it’s my own fault. I’m sorry I didn’t speak up for myself.” He tried not to burp mid sentense.

“Next time I’ll do better.” Pasha asured him.

“Next time?” Julian groaned. “Ulf. Pasha, I dunno if there will be a next time for another decade with this stomach ache.~BLLLLUUURRRPPP~Ugh sorry I keep doing that. That’s mmf embarassing~BLUGHP~”

His diafram was exausted from spasming. His stomach ache was starting to ease up but he still sounded like a water bed, and he felt like one too. 

MC had allready fallen asleep to the soft murmering in Julians stomach.

“Hey Pasha, mind if I sleep here tonight?” Julian asked.

“You’re always welcome here Ilya.” SHe smiled sweetly.

“Thanks” Julian murmered on the peripheral of sleep. “Oh and Pasha, please dont wake me up for breakfast. I allready had twelve.”