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Tweak says, "oh captain, my captain"

Friar Tuck Everlasting (friartuck) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2025-02-11 19:44:00

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friar tuck, will scarlet

WHO: Will Scarlet and Friar Tuck, with maybe saint Francis
WHEN: Saturday, early morning and I'll link this when I have a computer on Thursday
WHERE: parsonage
WHAT: aftermath of gluttony
WARNINGS: Drugs, descriptions of non-con sex

The moment Tuck escaped from the Lyft he had called to Rex's place, he stumbled up the path to the parsonage, and he threw up in a bush. He felt awful and disgusted and a kind of all over numbness which fogged his mind. Trying to reach for any thoughts that weren't 'oh god why' was like trying to catch smoke. So he lay there for a time, as the sky lightened, smelling sick in his nose, his body throbbing with pain.

He had to move. He had to get inside.

Tuck groaned as he rose, stumbling to the door. He was filthy and he knew it, and all he wanted was to climb into his bathtub and sit under the water. God, maybe he should run a bath and let himself drown.

The only reason he didn't, was because the thought of Will finding him like that was too painful.

Instead, Tuck slipped inside quietly, padding as silently as he could to the ensuite bathroom. He didn't notice Flora, their wee dog, sit up excitedly as he did so. He just shucked his clothes onto the floor, planning to burn them and the disgusting stains that were no doubt inside later. He turned the shower on and climbed into the tub, sitting under the stream with his arms around his knees. He didn't notice he was shaking, or the awful pink swirl of water making it's way from between his legs to the drain. He just sat there and tried not to scream.

In the bedroom, Flora was now bouncing all over Will, because Tuck was home and he hadn't patted her. Someone was going to take up the slack, so she nosed him until he awoke

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-11 11:02 pm UTC (link)

"No, God, this guy fuckin violated you, it's not your fault. He like, roofied you or something. It's not your fault. It's not." Will wanted to be quick and firm in this, to try and nip in the bud the fear that Will might somehow be angry with him. He knew how Tuck would think. "This guy is an arsehole and a creep. Look at me. It's entirely on him. Not you." He held Tuck's hand, wanting him to understand.

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friartuck
2025-02-11 11:16 pm UTC (link)

Tuck's hand grip firmed on wills, and his expression was a mix of relief and gratefulness.

There were specifics he was going to have to speak about, but he just couldn't yet. He felt wrung out and violated...and hungry. So, so hungry. He wasn't sure how he could be thinking about food, but god, he was.

There was a knock at the front door, and then Francis stepped through. He headed back to the bathroom to find the pair of them. "Hi, Michael, hello, Will," he said gently. "Ah, let's get you out of there, darling. You're going to wrinkle. Do you need help?"

"Frannie," Tuck breathed his name like relief. He nodded, "I need help. Everything hurts."

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-11 11:26 pm UTC (link)

Will nodded hello to Francis and stood up, keeping hold of Tuck's hand to assist him out. Tuck's towel was over the rail nearby, and he'd grab it for Tuck as soon as he was out. "Gonna turn off the water," he warned, leaning across to shut it off. "You ready?"

The pink tinge to the water hadn't been a lot but it had been steady, and it was worrying Will a lot. Maybe once Tuck was out and dry it wouldn't be so bad.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 12:15 am UTC (link)

Tuck let the others steady him, and then he nodded, ready for the water to stop.

They walked him into the bedroom, where Tuck was lowered into the bed, the towel around his waist. Even though it was a soft surface, he winced and sucked in air through his teeth as he sat. There was going to be blood on the towel too.

"Right, my darling," Francis said gently, "tell us what happened?"

Tuck sighed and nodded,v reaching for Will's hand. "I was at Diogenes so I could see Much. And a man came up. His name was Rex."

Francis reacted immediately to the name, stiffening, his jaw working. "Michael," he said softly, "did he call himself Rex Voracious?" When Tuck nodded, he sighed heavily. "That's Gluttony. That's what he calls himself. Oh, Michael, I'm so sorry."

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 12:19 am UTC (link)

Will looked at Francis with a scowl. "A Sin did this? Holy fucking hell. No wonder..." His mouth twisted bitterly, furious that this creature had just taken advantage of Tuck like this. It made sense, since Tuck had said he'd felt the urge to do things his mind hadn't wanted to do. Maybe he'd ask Wrath about Gluttony, without giving away all the details. Maybe she'd know how to get back at him.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 12:36 am UTC (link)

Francis nodded, "it's what he does. I'm surprised you got away as early as you did."

"There was a woman there. She woke me up and snuck me out while he slept. He was talking about- he was going to fuck me again in the morning." Tuck closed his eyes, letting it sink in that it had been Gluttony who did this to him. It had always been the sin he was predisposed to.

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 01:17 am UTC (link)

"I didn't even know there were more Sins in the city..." Will rubbed his free hand across his eyes. He was going to get a tension headache from being so wound up over this. "A woman got you out? So he's got others under his spell too. People he can use for his own sick games. Son of a fucking bitch." He'd forgotten he didn't usually like to swear in front of Francis, he was so mad.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 01:27 am UTC (link)

And Francis certainly shared the sentiment. "He's addictive," Francis explained. "His influence is- it's strong, and it corrodes your free will. Michael, did you feel influenced to do things?"

Tuck's jaw worked as he tried to figure out how to phrase it. He was quite aware that will was here, and likely apoplectic with rage. "I don't let- I'm not a uhm...bottom," Tuck sighed.

"I remember," Francis nodded, and just the corner of Tuck's mouth lifted for a second. It's wasn't a smile, not really, but it was something.

"I told him to stop. But I didn't fight him. I could have fought him. I could have ripped his fucking head off, but I couldn't move. My words worked but nothing else. He had me- fuck, I was on a pool table. And I couldn't move."

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 01:53 am UTC (link)

Gluttony was the desire to consume, right, so of course Tuck had been physically overwhelmed, and Gluttony would fulfil his own desires before anyone else's because Sins were inherently selfish. To hell with what Tuck wanted. Fucking pig. Will shook his head and expelled a breath in disgust. His gaze also slipped sideways to look at Francis when he spoke, and he silently filed that "I remember" away for later, to examine when he wasn't so angry.

"Was there anything else?" he asked, trying to be gentle. "You said you were sick outside. Was it the drugs?"

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friartuck
2025-02-12 02:01 am UTC (link)

Tuck sniffed and shook his head. It wasn't the drugs at all, it was the horror. "I... When he was done, he left me there, bent over. I asked to go home and he told me to sit. And instead of running, I went and sat like he told me to. With- I sat uhm... In the mess. He didn't use a condom the first time."

"The first time?" Francis asked, dismayed.

"Well actually that was- first he fucked my throat. I thought I would choke." His throat was quite sore today. "I threw up because- I'm so- I'm so fucking horrified."

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 02:29 am UTC (link)

Will growled in the back of his throat, his jaw working as he clenched his teeth furiously. He felt sick that this had happened, and useless that he couldn't do anything to fix it, and didn't think to follow up with Tuck last night when he didn't get any messages from him. He'd been too busy gaming and he should've been paying more attention.

"I'm going to put the kettle on," he said abruptly, and left the room, because he knew his reaction wasn't helpful. He needed to take a breath and pull himself together. That, and tea solved everything. And punching the wall in the kitchen helped too, because then his hand hurt, and it was like a physical manifestation of how hurt he felt for Tuck.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 02:47 am UTC (link)

Tuck watched Will leave the room and he felt dreadful about it. At least he didn't feel guilty about this though. He had truly heard that Will didn't blame him.

Tuck rose from the bed with a grunt, and he moved out into the kitchen where Will was angrily making tea. "Babe," he muttered, "I know it's awful. I-" he'd been about to say something else, and try to help Will through this even though that was hardly what Will wanted. It was second nature to try to reassure his husband, even if it was about his own sexual assault.

Except he had spied an apple in the fruit bowl. And he cut off his words by grabbing it, lightning quick, and shoving it into his mouth. He ate it so quickly, like he had attacked food when he was being starved by the sheriff.

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	rouge_rogue 2025-02-12 02:56 am UTC (link)
	"I'm not angry at you," Will replied before Tuck even finished, putting three mugs down on the counter a little too heavily. "Your feelings are what matter today." He half turned, frowning slightly at Tuck inhaling the apple right down to the core. "Steady on," he said, "It's not going to disappear. Except... into your mouth." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	friartuck 2025-02-12 03:01 am UTC (link)
	Tuck had known Will wasn't mad at him. He had still been trying to reassure the man. But now that he was in sight of food, everything else was forgotten. The second he finished one apple, he went in for another, not even bothering to respond to his husband. There was food. He needed to be eating it. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 03:44 am UTC (link)

Will watched Tuck in bewilderment for a minute as the second apple disappeared, and then reaching for a third made him cross the room and take the fruit bowl away. "Tuck. You're gonna give yourself hiccups eating that fast," he said, trying to be lighthearted but concerned about how single-mindedly Tuck appeared to be focused on the food. "I'm gonna make you a cup of tea. How 'bout you sit down, love, eh? Hey Francis, you want a cuppa?" He took the fruit bowl with him back to the counter where the kettle was beginning to merrily bubble away.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 05:08 am UTC (link)

Tuck roared in anger, the second the fruit bowl was taken from him. "Give it back!" He screamed, but a second later, Francis was resting his hands on Tuck's shoulders. Instantly, Tuck was flooded with the feeling of peace and love, and he sighed happily.

He glanced over at Will, and his expression crumbled. "Oh, sweetheart. Oh, I'm so sorry! I didn't- oh my goodness!"

Quietly, Francis pulled long sleeves over the stigmata that appeared on his arms the second he had used his calming influence on Tuck.

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 06:07 am UTC (link)

Will didn't take it personally, but he hadn't been expecting such a loud roar of protest. He licked his lips, taking a breath. "Sit down," he said calmly, "and I'll bring you your tea." He kept the kettle on the counter, only carrying across the one mug and setting it down carefully in front of Tuck- before changing his mind and adding a little cold water to it. He didn't want Tuck scalding his mouth if he took it into his head to gulp it too fast.

Once he re-set the mug, he moved around to Tuck carefully wrapped his arms around Tuck's shoulders almost protectively, kissing the top of his head and holding him close. "It's okay. You'll be okay."

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friartuck
2025-02-12 06:20 am UTC (link)

It was a true testament to how much he loved Will, that the man's hold on him was enough to distract him from the tea he had been about to skull down.

Instead, he placed his hands on top of Will's, and leaned back into him. "I love you," he said, his tone betraying how brokenhearted he was about all this. "I don't want to be left alone. Please don't leave me alone?"

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 08:27 am UTC (link)

"I'm not going anywhere." Will held Tuck for a minute longer, and then went to get the tea for himself and Francis. He pulled his chair around a bit to be sitting closer to Tuck, stretching his legs out so their ankles were touching. "We're not gonna let this cunt get away with it, but my first priority is getting you back on your feet. We've just got to ride this out. It'll wear off soon, right?" He addressed the last question to Francis.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 08:36 am UTC (link)

Will making sure they were close enough to touch was so reassuring for Tuck, and he managed to give Will a small, grateful smile. It only lasted a moment, but god he was so lucky and he knew it.

Francis was busy trying to stem the flow of blood from his wrists, but he nodded. "It depends on how much influence he used, but yes. I would imagine the frantic need to consume everything in sight will fade within a few days."

Tuck chewed on his lips and then he said, "Fran. He gave me opium. And I half want to go back there just because I know there's more."

At that, the color drained from Francis' face, and he swore in Italian. "Right. Michael, we are not letting you leave this house. Do you want me to lock you in your room again?" Francis had gone from reassuring to serious in a second flat, once drugs were mentioned. And Tuck looked like he was considering that.

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 09:07 am UTC (link)

"You're not going back there. I will watch you," Will added quickly. Of course he took all of this seriously. He'd seen Tuck at some pretty low points with his addiction and had no wish to return there. He frowned thoughtfully, trying to think of a solution that didn't require locking Tuck away, his eyes passing over Francis. "If Gluttony is in the city, then perhaps his opposite is here. Is it Charity? No, Temperance. Right? Can't we ask them to undo what Gluttony did?" Then after a pause, he asked, "Do you need something for that?" indicating the way Francis was fussing with his sleeves.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 09:12 am UTC (link)

"Oh, perhaps just a first aid kit," he said, well used to patching himself up by now. He didn't think it would be the last time he would use his influence in the next few days either.

"Temperance isn't in the city," Francis shook his head. "Otherwise it would be worth a try."

"Lock me in," Tuck interjected. "At night anyway. If people are sleeping I could- just lock me in. It's fine, I don't want to- please don't let me go back there. Even though all my body wants to do is knock you both out and run back."

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 09:48 am UTC (link)

Will snorted. "I'd like to see you try," he said, throwing Tuck a sardonic look as he got up to find the first aid kit. "Him maybe. Not me."

He came back with the kit and set it down on the table, sitting back down next to Tuck. "You won't be going back there. You need to be here. And... I hate to say it, but do we need medical attention to your injury? Last thing I want is you going septic. I do not- I can not have you dying in my arms again." There would be no repeats of that on his watch, no sir.

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friartuck
2025-02-12 09:53 am UTC (link)

Tuck squeezed his eyes shut and he shuddered a little. "I-" Oh God this was awful. Will had said he was bleeding, and Tuck had a horrible idea what injury Will was talking about.

"I'm afraid," Tuck admitted. "I was on a natural pain killer at the time, and even then it hurt. Even through the euphoria of my high. You do not want to know what he used as...as lube." If it could even he called that. Tuck certainly didn't think so.

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rouge_rogue
2025-02-12 10:03 am UTC (link)

Will grimaced with disgust, because his imagination was taking that and running with it. Butter? Bacon grease?? Salad dressing??? Maybe he did want to know, just so he'd stop imagining the worst.

He looked up at Francis again. "Do you know anyone discreet who could maybe-" He wiggled his fingers, indicating a quick, magic fix. Surely there were a handful of saints around that could do that shit. Michael even, despite it not being his speciality. If they could just deal with the risk of blood poisoning, since they had enough to worry about already.