Hellooo, I know I was missing for a bit but it just because I left the marble hornets fanfic on hiatus bc I am focusing on The Captive and my own OCs too.
By the way I made an account just for my ocs, so if anyone is interested it’s troy.onfire
Im here just to drop an edits I made about them, must warn that it’s in Spanish tho (more in my profile ;)
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Oh yeah, did I swear I would come back with chapter 7 done? No I didn’t. (I don’t have it)
Im just letting y’all know that I have posted chapter 6 of Family Matters, and 7 is on the way but it might take a few weeks to complete bc I’m currently working on another fanfic about the film ‘The Captive/El Cautivo’
I know this isn’t my usual content but last Saturday I went to a tour about some church in my town and it was like acted and put in place in the 1725. And there were two actors, a priest and a nobleman, which were like friends ig??
And they had so much chemistry between them that I couldn’t help but get a bit OBSESSED about them and yesterday I made a fanfic about it hehe
And I told this to my girlfriend and she also liked it and even gave the ship a name lol, its noblegod
Well so I have the fanfic in Spanish and if y’all like it I’ll translate it into English ;)
Just a few warnings, it’s my first time writing smut and their dialogues are in old Spanish
Oh and they use pig’s guts as condoms bc I did my research and they actually used them like that
Noche de Copas
“Oh, padre, perdóname pues yo he de pecar.” Dijo Don Rodrigo mientras se quitaba su capa, su cara esta de color roja por su estado medio ebrio.
Echó su capa a un lado, junto con los zapatos de esparto de Fran. Que hablando de Fran, estaba encima de una mesa de un bar de Lorca.
Habían salido a festejar que, por votación, la nueva virgen del convento se llamaría ‘Maravillas’.
Y ahora, los dos se encontraban un poco ebrios, y estando su mesa en la esquina del bar, aprovecharon.
Llevaban un rato tonteando hasta que Don Rodrigo se cansó y levantó al padre en la mesa. Algunas personas los estaban mirando, pero no era como que fueran a volver a Lorca.
“Perdonado estas, Don Rodrigo, pues yo también he de pecar en esta noche con vos.” Respondió el fray, el cual se quitaba el cinturón de cuerda que apretaba su hábito.
“No ha de quitarse todas sus prendas, padre, pues el único interesado en ver vostro cuerpo soy yo, y no otros ojos pasantes.” Le dijo Don Rodrigo mientras paraba las manos del fray en continuar.
“Oh, ha de decir antes, Don, pues nosotros podemos ir a un lugar donde no haya ojos pasantes.” El fray le respondió mientras ponía su mano por encima de la de Rodrigo.
Rodrigo sonrió, poniéndose la capa devuelta. Con cuidado cogió los zapatos de Fran y se los puso con delicadeza. “Ha de guiar nuestro viaje, padre.”
Y así, dejando unas monedas de oro encima de su mesa, salieron del bar. Por el camino siguieron riendo y bebiendo de una botella, Rodrigo poniéndose aún más rojo y Fran riéndose de este.
El fraile se paró enfrente de una posada, Rodrigo detrás de este tambien mirando la entrada. “Como vos conoce este lugar tan pecador, padre?” Le pregunta Don Rodrigo, poniendo una mano en el hombro de Fran.
“No es de vostra incumbencia saber mis conocimientos de este lugar, Don. Pero vos, Don Rodrigo, no recorda el 10 de Septiembre del año viejo.” Le dijo Fran con una sonrisa, cogiéndolo del codo y llevándolo hacia dentro.
Cuando entraron, los recibió una persona en el mostrador. “Buenas tardes, Padre, Don. En que he de ayudarles en esta tarde?”
“Muy buenas, Don. He aquí mi compañero y yo, que de Cehegín venimos a traer unos libros al convento de Lorca. Pero por culpa nostra y de nostros pecados se nos perdió el viaje de vuelta. Mi compañero y yo estaríamos agradecidos de que en buena voluntad vos nos fíes una habitación de esta posada.”
El hombre sonrió, sabiendo bien, pues esto repetidamente pasaba en su posada, que ni compañeros eran ni libros traían. “Claro, padre.” Se dio la vuelta y les dio una llave de detrás del mostrador. “Que Dios os bendiga, Don, Padre.”
Los dos se despidieron del hombre y subieron a su cuarto. Fran abrió la puerta del cuarto lentamente, presinandose antes de pasar a dentro.
“Ah, gracias a Dios ese buen muchacho nos dio buen cuarto.” Don Rodrigo exclamó mientras se quitaba la capa, poniéndola en el perchero.
“Oh, si, muy buen cuarto.” Se acercó a la cama, pasando la mano por encima.
Rodrigo dejó la botella casi vacía encima de una mesilla, con una sonrisa tontilla se acercó al fray. “Dígame, Padre, seremos perdonados por lo que nostro hemos de pecar esta noche?”
Empujó lentamente a Fran contra la cama, su mano desatando el cordón que apretaba su hábito.
“Yo he de rezar, y tal vez preguntas obtendremos, Don.” Le puso una mano en el pecho al noble, quitando un botón de su camiseta de lana.
Rodrigo se lamió los labios, sus manos entrando por debajo del hábito de Fran, acariciando las piernas de este.
Fran soltó un pequeño quejido, un escalofrío recorriendo su cuerpo. Paró sus manos por encima de las de Rodrigo, mirándolo con otra sonrisa. “Rodrigo…”
“Fran…” Le susurró al oído, agarrando sus piernas y poniéndolas en su cadera. Sonrió cuando Fran enrolló sus piernas alrededor de el.
“Rodri, ha de ser cuidadoso… vos no traer aceite con usted.” Le rogó Fran, mirándolo con ojos grandes y piedadosos.
“No ha de preocupar, Fran, pues yo pague 2 monedas de oro por una tripa de cerdo, que, el buen muchacho me ofreció mientras vos pagaba la posada.”
“Oh, Rodri, vos siempre ha de pensar en todo.” Le dijo con dulzura.
Rodrigo agarró la tripa de cerdo de su bolsillo de la camiseta, sacándolo del envoltorio. “Por los clavos de cristo…” Se mordió el labio mientras se apretaba la entrepierna con necesidad.
De mientras Fran se sentó en la cama, su hábito levantándose hasta sus muslos. El tambien se mordió el labio, acercándose a Rodrigo que están en el borde de la cama.
En sus ojos se escondía lujuria, tocando los muslos de Rodrigo mientras este se masajeaba el pene.
“Dios, Fran, vos se ve tan bien ahi.” Le dijo mientras le acariciaba la cara.
Se desabotonó el pantalón, dejándose así mismo solo en boxers de seda. “Franci…” Se lamió los labios y le pasó la tripa de cerdo a Fran.
Fran poco a poco abrió la tripa, desenvolviéndola. Acarició el miembro sobre la tela sedosa, bajando esta con lentitud.
Cuando el miembro de Rodrigo se liberó, este lo golpeó un poco en la cara, manchándolo de preseminal.
“Dios…” Dijo Fran mientras se limpiaba la cara. Con delicadeza le coloco la tripa en el miembro, masajeándolo mientras enrollaba la tripa.
“Santo cielo, Franci…” Posó su mano sobre su cabeza, acariciando su pelo corto.
Fran aceleró su ritmo, su mano moviéndose cada vez más rápido, su otra mano yendo hacia abajo de su hábito para acariciarse a sí mismo tambien.
Unos momentos despues estaban los dos gimiendo, la cabeza de Fran contra el muslo del otro hombre, la mano de Rodrigo acariciandolo mientras su lengua pasaba por encima de la punta del su miembro.
“Vos siga así, padre…” Se mordía el labio mientras gemía, apretando su mano sobre el cabello de Fran.
Fran le siguió lamiéndole la punta, mirando a Rodrigo desde abajo. Asintió, su hábito ya arrugado y con una mancha de su propio preseminal.
Cuando un líquido blanco empezó a llenar la tripa de cerdo fue tambien cuando el propio semen de Fran manchó la cama.
Fran se quedó gimiendo contra Rodrigo, el noble todavía acariciandole la cabeza.
“Dios santo, Padre, vos es increíble.”
A la misma vez que decia eso, acostó a Fran en la cama, arrodillándose en la cama junto a él, sus manos bajo su hábito para quitarle los boxers de tela barata que se había dejado.
“Rodrigo… sea piadoso conmigo.” Suplicó Fran, enrollando sus piernas alrededor de las caderas de Rodrigo.
“Válgame Dios, Francisco, que cosas vos dice.” Le sonrió mientras su mano tocó la punta de Fran, haciéndolo temblar con un escalofrío.
Las manos de Rodrigo subían el hábito de Fran rápidamente, el fray poniéndose rojo por las manos calientes de Rodrigo.
Rodrigo se posicionó sobre este, la punta de su miembro en la entrada del fraile. Las manos del fray apretando las cobijas de la cama con fuerza.
“Dios.. D-Dios mío…” Gimió Fran, cerrando los ojos.
Cuando el noble empezó a moverse dentro, este arqueo la espalda, retorciéndose en placer. Sus manos intentaban agarrar cualquier cosa pero le sudaban mucho en ese momento.
“Padre, no sea así.” Le susurro al oído, sus embestidas volviéndose más duras y fuertes. Los brazos del fray envolviendo el cuello del noble.
“Madre s-santa… Dios…” La cama crujía bajo sus pesos, los gemidos de Fran iban directos al oído de Rodrigo, pues eran como música para el.
Rodrigo siguió masturbando a Fran a la vez que lo embestía, sus embestidas duras, haciendo a Fran arquear su espalda en placer y gemir fuertemente.
“Vos está tan… Dios me salve…” Gruño al oído de Fran. Se separó un momento de Fran, mirándolo con una mezcla de dulzura y lujuria.
Fran está hecho un desastre, los pocos minutos que llevaban lo habían agarrado y su pecho subía y bajaba al mismo ritmo que el de Rodrigo.
En todos sus encuentros siempre era Fran el que acababa así, sin aliento y destrozado. Pues Rodrigo había tenido encuentros antes de conocer a Fran y tenía experiencia, pero el fray no tenía ninguna, virgen como le llamó Rodrigo en su primer encuentro, siempre devoto a su dios.
Rodrigo dio unas últimas embestidas, tocando su próstata con fervor, haciendo que Fran se sobresaltara. “Ya… F-Franci… vos sos… t-tan…”
Cuando dio la última embestida Rodrigo finalmente terminó, llenando otra vez la tripa de cerdo de semen.
Al mismo tiempo Fran manchó ha ambos de su semen, su entrada contrayéndose y apretando a Rodrigo, que no paraba de gemir junto con el fray.
“Virgen María… Rodri… Vos se pasó…” Le dijo en un suspiro, el sudor de su frente ayudándolo a peinar su pelo.
El noble salió de el con cuidado, sacándose la tripa de cerdo llena. La tiró por ahí, y con dulzura trajo al fray cerca de él.
“Padre, podré ser perdonado?”
“Vos esta perdonado.” Le dijo con una sonrisa pícara, sus manos agarradas a los brazos de Rodrigo.
“Dios…” Rodrigo se echó a su lado, ambos sin aliento.
— Adeline Wright is Katherine and Tim’s mother, she was very strict, both with Katherine and Tim. She was divorced to their father David Wright but kept the last name. She had Katherine when she was 36 and with Tim was 39 and was pretty old school. She goes to church every Sunday, was a harsh catholic and was the type of woman to use God as an excuse to hit her children. Used to lock Tim up in a room she had specially reserved for his psychotic breaks, leaving him alone hours or even days, only leaving food through a dog door. She has a very bad relationship with both of her children, for Katherine because of what she did to her baby brother and of her strictness, for Tim because all the times he was left alone in the room, the time she hit him and when she left him in a psychiatric when he was eleven. (Born 1945)
— Katherine Wright was Tim older sister, she was 3 when he was born. They were very close growing up until Tim started having seizures, psychotic breaks and going to doctors. She always cared for her baby brother and used to sit next to the door where Tim was locked up talking to him. After Tim was left in the psychiatric she never heard from him again. When she was 18, she started looking for him, but due to the Operator’s effect was unable to find him. When she was 23, she met Brianne Harmony, a girl studying to be a police woman, she thought that if she got with her she could use her to her advantage in her investigation but then fell in love with her and married her. They now live in Canada in her mom’s house after she left for Mexico. Because of her inability to find her brother she depressed, taking pills and smoking to help, both her and her brother got the smoking habit from their mother. (Born 1981)
— Brianne Harmony was a police student when she met Katherine in a party, she was 25 and they got along very well. She didn’t know or suspect Katherine’s reasons for them to date, but in an argument Katherine told her everything. They distanced themselves from the other for a while before realizing they both had feelings for each other so they got back. Two years later they got married. That same year she officially became a police officer. (Born 1979)
— Tobias Rogers was born with a lot of problems, inability to feel pain, Tourette’s, schizophrenia and a lot more. When he was 17 he got in a car accident with her sister, Lyra, which died that moment. After that it was just his mother, Connie, and his dad, Frank, who drank a lot. At 19, in a night of panic he killed his dad with the two hatches that Frank owned. He burned down the entire neighborhood in hopes of escaping the police. He spent two years living in an abandoned house near a forest, stealing to survive. In his 22nd birthday he met the Operator, and in a moment of weakness accepted what it offered him. He went to live with the other proxies in the SlenderMansion in a forest nearby Rosswood (not Rosswood itself). There he met Eyeless Jack, they became friends and a year later got together. They got in a big fight one day, which resulted in Toby asking Jack for some time away, after he accepted it Toby went to live with Brian and Tim in their house in Rosswood forest. He looks up at Tim like a father, but has a rocky relationship with Brian, often fighting. (Born 1993)
— Timothy Wright was born as an accident, his mom thought she was very old to get pregnant and Tim proved her wrong. He had seizures and schizophrenia— to this day he doesn’t know if it was just the Operator or he truly had schizophrenia, and DID— but wasn’t discovered until university. His mom never quieted her thoughts on people like him, mentally ill, always degrading him and hitting him. He was often locked in a room when he had seizures or a psychotic break, the only comfort he had was his sister, which always was there for him. They had a very good relationship and used to play dolls together every afternoon, but as time passed and Tim started seeing the Operator, he became shyer and quieter until he was most of the time in his room, under the blanket and afraid. When he was eleven, he got left in a psychiatric ward, he thought at first it was like every time they went to the doctor, some hours there doing check ups, his mother doing errands while it, but when a day passed and his mom never came the nurses had to tell him she left him there permanently. He had hope for the first few months, always asking the nurses when his mom would come back or if he could see his sister, none happened. He was combative, relentless and a troublemaker, he escaped a few times, but always found in the forest near the ward. The nurses had to sedate him a lot of time and lock him up like his mom did. He was alone until he was released at 18. Then, he got into the state university with monetary help from the state. There he met Brian, one of the only people that talked to him. They became very good friends and in their sophomore year they became roommates. They spent a lot of time together and eventually opened up to Brian about his past. Nonetheless, Brian stayed his friend and in senior year they started dating. When Brian auditioned for a friend’s movie, he did too in hopes to meet new friends. Then everything went downhill (basically MH event but Jay and Brian survived). During the events, Tim developed an alter as a traumatic response (I think DID is that, correct me if I’m wrong)— Masky. After what happened, Tim became overly attached to Brian, as he had no idea of where his other friend Jay was— he knew he had killed Alex, but he had never been his friend. Over the time, Tim started forgetting who Jay was. After some months, they fell in love again and got married, moving into a house in Rosswood— courtesy of the Operator after they became its proxies— unwilling. During FM, they had been married for 8 years, but as time passed, their marriage got rockier until it was left like their marriage in FM, around year 5 it started. When Toby came to their house in hopes of staying there, Tim immediately accepted because of the fatherly love he had towards him, one he knew he would never experience with his own blood. Maybe it was his eagerness that made Brian despise Toby. (Born 1984)
— Brian Thomas lived a normal live, going into state university where he could study psychology. He was friends with Alex from high school and met Tim at the start of freshman year, everyone alerted him to not get near him but he did anyways. Brian started catching feelings for Tim when they became roommates and tried to get him to notice until senior year where he asked him out. During MH and his becoming as Hoody, he distanced himself from everyone of the cast, including his boyfriend. Here, he got away in the college building instead of falling. Tim discovered his identity when he found Brian in the abandoned hospital, unconscious and the mask next to him. When everything ended, him and Tim didn’t talk as much, it took some time to get that spark of love again, but they only had each other so it worked at the end. When they got married, they were as happy as they could be with their situation. But as time passed, the Operator started to get to Brian, making him believe he was the only good proxy and had a debt with it. This led to him stealing Tim’s medicine again to try and bring Masky out, but Masky had been dormant for a long time and it only made Tim have seizures. Since then, their marriage became what it is now. Sometimes they would be a good terms and spend some time as a happy couple or sometimes— almost every day, they would fight. One of their biggest fights were when Tim let Toby live in their house without his opinion and when Brian tried to burn a photo of Tim and Katherine. (Born 1984)
(Note: Hoody isn’t an alter, Brian is just Brian being Hoody. While Tim does have Masky as an alter, he doesn’t remember what happens when he is Masky but he can use the mask whenever he wants to go out without needing Masky to come out, idk if I explain myself T-T)
the worst part about it was, in tims opinion, that alex wasnt completely unlikeable.
sometimes, he would crack a joke during a shoot, and itd make the corners of tims lips twitch. sometimes, he would give tim a compliment on his acting, and warmth would pool in tims chest.
he sees alex with brian, playful, praising. alex with jay, softer, more patient. and he wonders how they got there. whats wrong with tim that he doesnt see those sides of alex? that there isnt an alex to praise him or be patient with him?
but he cant deny, their fights are an adrenaline rush like nothing else. its exciting, how they can match each other beat for beat. how alexs insults and comebacks scratch the surface but never really dip into anything too personal. maybe they just dont know each other well enough. but hes sure brian must have mentioned something about his past.
and in those moments, with the adrenaline and the spitting words back and forth, tim hates him. its fun and exciting and he hates him.
and then the fights will end, and jay will lead alex away, letting him lick his new wounds, and brian will be rubbing tims shoulder, and tim will look at the way alexs back bows under jays hand, and he will wonder, why DO they fight? is the adrenaline worth it? does alex get the same sick rush of pleasure, or is it just a chore?
jay will mention offhandedly, that alex has changed in the past few months. somethings off with him. hes different. brian will agree. tim wonders, who was he before? was he someone that could have had a soft side just for tim?
when alex calls off marble hornets, stops going to his summer classes with seth, has a screaming match with jay in brians living room, tim wonders, maybe he was the change. maybe he is just so terrible that being around him at all made alex worse.
alex moves away. jay is devastated. brian seems heartbroken. tim is nothing. he never knew the alex that they did.
