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upsylvtummy · 28 days ago

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Allergy discovery...? - Lucien #1

Hey! So, this is my first fic on here, introducing some of my OCs, especially Lucien, Nico and Courtney! I was trying to semi-make sense of who they were for you guys while still keeping the sick, tummy ache plot, so I hope I managed to balance it out! Right, and I hope it's not too confusing to get who I'm shipping with Lucien 😭

Lucien had second-guessed plenty of his decisions in life—mostly before actually making them. Right now, staring blankly at the paper in front of him while patting around for a pen he swore he’d left nearby, was one of the rare moments he sincerely wished time travel existed. Architecture might have sounded glamorous in the media, but in college? The only impressive thing about it was how many freshmen kept willingly signing up for the torture. What kind of masochist did that to themselves? Personally, Lucien was just waiting for time travel to be invented so he could go back and run over his younger self before he declared his major. Kidding…kind of. Actually, not really. Anyway, this chapter wasn't supposed to be about regrets.

“Skipping practice again?” Lucien raised a brow, clearly unimpressed. “No.” His reply was curt, eyes still fixed on the smudged mess on his page—only God knew what it was supposed to be, and that was being optimistic. Somehow, his eyebrow attitude trickled into his tongue. “Don’t take it so personally,” the voice continued, “you show up so rarely, I doubt Coach even remembers your name. What’s changed?” Lucien sighed and finally looked up, rolling his eyes and tilting his head. “Nothing changed, Sam. I’m sticking to my 80/20 attendance rate.” He fought back another eye roll, straightening his neck instead. “I told Court I’d show up today. New season’s about to start.” His gaze flicked to the clock, and—thank god, finally —the bell rang. The classroom turned into a clean-up speedrun. Lucien swept up his pencils, rulers, and whatever else was thrown across the desk, stuffing them all into his one-pocket pencil case.

“I’m guessing you’re not rushing to eat lunch with me, huh?” Sam joked. He was used to Lucien being difficult to make plans with, it had always been that way. “Consider yourself lucky I tolerate your presence,” Lucien deadpanned, though the tiniest edge of humor lingered. “I am very grateful” Sam chuckled, but Lucien caught the subtle eye roll. “Oh yeah? Maybe if you keep being that grateful, Karma will reward you.” Lucien didn’t actually believe in karma. Though, considering what was about to happen, maybe he should’ve reconsidered.

After class, Lucien grabbed takeout before heading home. He usually cooked, but this week, between deadlines and forgetting groceries, he opted for something quick. He ordered spicy fried noodles with tofu and vegetables from a Chinese place—not something he’d tried before. But this definitely would be the last time.

Once home, he tossed his bag aside, freshened up, and flopped onto the couch with his meal and the TV. The food was alright. The tofu wasn’t great unless it was drenched in sauce, but it filled him up. Every now and then, he checked the clock, making sure he wouldn’t be late for practice. After about thirty minutes, he stood to wash his dishes. But then he froze. A strange heaviness had settled in his stomach.

Lucien groaned softly, hand instinctively pressing over his belly. Maybe he was just full? That’s what he thought at first. But when the discomfort didn’t ease, doubt crept in. He leaned against the kitchen counter, now pressing into his stomach more firmly, trying to find some relief. His fingers dug in beneath his shirt, and a weak burp escaped, unsatisfying and sour. Lucien rarely got stomach issues, and when he did, they were manageable: some pain, maybe throw up, and done by the next day. But this… this felt different.

A quiet moan slipped out as he hugged himself tighter, leaning over the counter. His stomach felt bloated and tight. He wanted nothing more than to lie down. But just as he turned to head for his room, his phone buzzed. Courtney. Perfect timing.

Lucien rolled his eyes and picked up the call, putting it on speaker so he could keep one hand over his stomach. “Hello…?” he answered, trying not to sound weak. “You’re still coming, right?” Courtney’s voice came through. She was his childhood friend—and the captain of their team. Lucien sighed and rubbed his belly more gently now. “You know what…” He paused, suppressing a burp. “I think I lost my train ticket.” Courtney wasn’t buying it. “Stop bullshitting me,” she snapped. “Fine. I’ll just have Nico come pick you up. He’s such a sweetheart.” Her sarcasm dripped through the phone. “No…!” Lucien yelped—too desperate, shit. But a strong cramp hit him just then, making him lean back against the counter, hands pressing firmly into his aching stomach. A loud burp escaped, and he cupped his mouth quickly. “You okay?” Courtney asked, hesitantly now. She knew Lucien well enough to recognize when he was deflecting. “I’m here! God, can’t you wait like one second?” he snapped, his sass back in full force. Lying to get out of practice seemed better than admitting stomach trouble. “Oh look, found it. I’ll be there.” His voice cracked under the strain, but he didn’t care. “Great. And if you’re not, we’ve got a problem.” She hung up.

Lucien groaned again, hunched over. His belly felt tight and swollen. “Ow…” he muttered, trying to breathe through the pain. He really didn’t want to cry over an upset stomach. No way.

But once he made it to the court, he regretted everything. He had conveniently forgotten his racket, praying they wouldn’t have a spare. The train ride had been awful—holding in gas made him nauseous, and by the time he changed in the locker room, luckily alone, he was trying not to show his bloated stomach. Taking off his shirt, he gently rubbed his belly, convincing himself the pain wasn’t that bad. He was just overthinking it.

Putting on his usual serious face, he stepped out onto the court.

“Oh my god, Lucy, I can’t believe it,” Nico called. “Didn’t think I’d see you after last time.” Lucien winced at the nickname and forced himself to stand straighter despite the ache. “I wish I didn’t have to see you. You’re lucky my shoulder wasn’t broken—I’d be seeing you in court.” He wasn’t serious, obviously. Nico studied law. The brunette only chuckled, giving Lucien a hard slap on the back. Lucien swallowed a burp. “Don’t touch me,” he groaned, trying to sound threatening, but it came out weak. Another cramp hit as he stared at the floor, fighting back a burp that escaped as a low groan. “Lucien LaVeau,” Nico gasped dramatically, “that’s disgusting. Where are your manners?” Lucien didn’t even react, nausea was taking over. His stomach pressed uncomfortably against his pants, and his face contorted from the effort of holding it in. Nico looked at him, his teasing fading briefly into concern.

“Lucien!” Courtney’s voice cut in. “Not only were you making excuses earlier, now you’re late?” Lucien immediately straightened up, forcing his face into something neutral—almost. His furrowed eyebrows betrayed him. “You sure you’re okay?” Courtney asked, squinting. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. Admitting the truth sounded nice… but way too humiliating. “Oh wow, thanks for the warm wel-,” he started, but a wet burp interrupted him. Vomit hit his throat and he swallowed it down with a grimace. Both Nico and Courtney stared at him. His face flushed pink. “…Rest assured, I’m fine.” “Right. You’re not gonna puke on my court, are you?” Courtney asked, stepping away just in case. Lucien looked away. “Obviously not.” But another cramp tore through him. He doubled over, hand gripping his stomach.

Nico placed a hand behind his upper arm, ready to steady him. Courtney took another step back. “Okay, Lucien. Spill it. What’s going on?” Lucien let out another burp, holding his abdomen tighter. His vision swam. He staggered, Nico grabbing his shoulder to keep him up.

Lucien groaned. He wanted to bark at Nico to back off, but he couldn’t even form words. Courtney gently wrapped an arm around his waist, rubbing comfortingly. Lucien hated being touched. But in that moment, he just felt hot and gross and overwhelmed. “You know,” Nico said, “it’d be really helpful if you stopped being all mysterious and maybe, I don’t know, communicated?” Lucien’s fist clenched. He wanted to respond—but if he opened his mouth, he knew what would happen. And then, it did anyway.

A loud burp escaped. He gagged and slapped a hand over his mouth. “Bathroom, now,” Courtney muttered, her voice awkward but serious. Lucien let out a pitiful sound, dropping to his knees, hugging his belly. Nico knelt beside him while Courtney looked around the court. Lucien sat back on his heels, one hand rubbing his stomach while the other braced behind him.

Nico gently lowered the waistband of Lucien’s pants. Lucien flinched but didn’t stop kneading his aching belly. Then, the worst happened. A wet fart escaped. Then another. And another.

Lucien shook from the shame. Nico didn’t even joke this time. “Feeling a little better at least?” he asked softly. “Maybe you should head to the bathroom…”

Lucien curled forward, burying his face in his knees. Courtney ran a hand through his hair. “Allergy? Food poisoning?” she guessed. Lucien shook his head, another fart escaped. His eyes widened. Oh fuck.

He shot to his feet, a belch escaping. “Can you not freak out for a second?” Nico asked, grabbing his wrist. “Let go…!” Lucien cried, yanking free and bolting. God, this was so humiliating…. He felt so out of character. “Yeah, no,” Courtney said, raising her hands. “I’m not chasing after Lucien if he’s gonna puke. Or worse.” Nico sighed and followed.

Lucien stumbled into a stall and sat down, just in time. His stomach erupted, liquid diarrhea flowing into the toilet. He barely had time to process before Nico burst in behind him. Lucien couldn’t even look up. “Lucien—oh my god,” Nico gagged slightly. “Okay, listen. Can you lean forward? It might help your stomach muscles.” Lucien, desperate, did as told—only for pressure to shoot up his chest. He gagged, then vomited on his lap and the floor. It was chunky, almost like the tofu hadn't digested at all. “Oh shit,” Nico muttered, turning away.

Lucien tried to apologize—another wave came up. He puked mid-sentence. “Fuck,” Nico backed into the wall.

Eventually, it was over. Lucien felt empty… and humiliated. He didn't want to admit how much better he felt after that, he didn't want to talk at all. Or to live, honestly. That experience should've killed him instead of leaving him with life-long shame. He took a quick shower, trashed his training clothes, and changed into his arrival outfit. This time, leaving his pants unbuttoned and his boxers low. The pain had dulled, but wasn’t gone.

When he stepped outside, Courtney rushed up. “You’re going home. Right now. Got it?” Lucien stared down at the grass, cheeks flushed, tears threatening to spill. “I’m so sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I’m just… so embarrassed.”

Courtney glanced over at him, her expression unreadable at first. Eventually, her brows pulled together in a soft frown. “Don’t be,” she said gently. “I mean, yeah… I guess it’s not exactly common, but it’s not like you could help it. Something clearly just didn’t sit right with you.” She let out a quiet sigh. “It’s not a big deal. Try not to overthink it.”

Lucien gave a quiet nod. Of course he was going to overthink it. How could he not?

“Nico can drive you home, yeah?” Courtney added. Her voice took on a firmer tone, just a little scolding. “I know you two don’t exactly get along, but I’m not letting you take the train like this.”

Lucien hummed in acknowledgment. He hated the idea, so much, but arguing felt like more trouble than it was worth.

Courtney walked with him to the parking lot, stopping beside Nico’s car. She gave his back a light pat. “Go rest. Seriously.”

Lucien got in without a word. Nico started the car, and silence settled between them—uncomfortable, normally they'd just bicker again. Even Nico seemed to understand now wasn’t the time to push buttons.

That silence, though, gave Lucien space to think. And that was the problem. With nothing to distract him, the memories of everything that happened came rushing back, things he’d been trying so hard to ignore. Shame tightened in his chest, and his eyes filled with tears all over again.

He rubbed at his stomach with one hand, the other covering his face as he leaned back in the seat. Slowly, quietly, sniffles filled the space between them.

Nico glanced over, sighing. “Can you try to calm down a little?” His voice was soft, unusually so. “I know it's hard and all, but there's no need to keep crying over and over again. We can't turn back time."

He hesitated, then kept going. “I promise you’ll feel better soon—physically and mentally. I know your stomach’s a mess, and your pride probably feels worse…”

Lucien winced at the way he said it.

“But seriously,” Nico continued, “no one’s mad at you. No one thinks less of you. Just rest. Take your time, Lucy. You’re going to be okay.”

Lucien didn’t respond. He stared out the window, tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“…Be quiet,” he mumbled.

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