#ch: Cameron

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Once Bitten Twice Shy: Part One

cowritten by @lux-scriptum

Cameron Maržena had been watching the human known as Nikolas Mejias for the last three weeks. Though his girlfriend was always with him, it was Nik who Cameron couldn't seem to keep his eyes off of. Against the mundanity of the mass of humans that ebbed and flowed through the club, Nik was a shining star that caught the eye. His unwavering spirit had certainly caught the four hundred and sixty-three year old vampire's attention and he'd been unable to resist following him ever since.

Cameron watched from the high office of his club while the two humans danced and drank themselves stupid. He knew he wasn't the only one. There were some humans whose mere humanity lured in immortals, like moths to a flame; humans who lived so brightly, so fiercely that the undead wanted to catch it in a jar and hold onto it forever.

By nature vampires could not hold onto such a delicate flame without threat of snuffing it out permanently. Not when one careless action easily ended everything, quick as a fang slid into a vein. This lesson had been drilled into Cameron by his maker centuries ago.

That didn't stop him, however, from watching. With Darius slumbering for at least four more decades, Cameron was alone. He spent his time working but these last few weeks he had been distracted by Nik. He was constantly with his woman, those brown hands touching her skin, her hips, her hair. They orbited each other, but did not hesitate to shine for anyone else. Their smiles turned outwards as often as they did in.

The humans were foolish, no matter how much light they had. To be in this place full of predators so carelessly at night. They were both in leather jackets, their hair teased with hairspray and Kohl lined their brown eyes. They drew attention without effort, and seemed not to notice when not all of it was benevolent.

They weren't the only humans in the club, but Nik at the very least was the only one that Cameron cared about. Well. Perhaps 'cared' was too strong a word for Cameron's interest. However, it would be a waste of such a vibrant life if he were to die. Hopefully the human played his cards right and did not attract too many predators his way. Hopefully he made it to sunrise.

Cameron turned around and went back to his desk where he spent the rest of the night doing paperwork. The music was muffled enough he could focus and no one came to bother him. He took a drink from the tea cup on his desk. Good. It was still warm and pleasant. He had slit a wrist from a clubber and drained it into the cup half an hour ago.

It was an hour before sunrise when the club started to clear out. Cameron finished up his work for the night and cleaned up before heading downstairs. There were a few stragglers but overall the place was empty. The faint smell of blood still clung to the air and the dark curtains. Employees skillfully cleared out any bodies that had been drained that evening.

Cameron walked outside, the crisp autumn air hitting his skin. The cooling temperatures still made his bones ache. If he had thought of it, he would have brought his cane with him. Next time, then.

The sidewalks were empty aside from a few people who seemed to be on their way home. They all paid him no mind, just as he preferred. No need to stick out in the minds of mortals when life went so much smoother as a pale shadow on the fringes.

The thick scent of blood caught his attention as he passed the entrance to a nearby alley. His fangs cut against his bottom lip as the smell teased him forward. He found himself wandering down the alleyway to investigate. Even before he found two familiar bodies covered in blood at the very end he knew who he'd find.

Nik.

There was no one else, just the two of them. Light officially snuffed. And yet. Against Cameron's better judgment he found himself kneeling in front of Nik. That warm brown skin was splattered in blood, his and hers from the smell of it, and there were ragged puncture wounds on his tattooed neck.

There was a pulse, just barely one. Nik's dark lashes fluttered and he groaned. A spark, then? Blood pooled when Cameron ripped open his wrist. “Drink,” he ordered, pushing it against Nik's mouth. He would question his decision later.

Nik mumbled against his wrist, perhaps the name of the girl who laid dead next to them. But then he started to drink. Those dark brown eyes opened slowly and moved to Cameron's face.

For a moment time slowed down while Nik drank from him, it was just the two of them in this alleyway. When Cameron finally pulled away, Nik absently palmed at his healed throat. He blinked a few times, still staring at Cameron.

Inevitably his distant gaze landed on the dead woman beside them. That was enough to shock him into action. He scrambled towards her, long fingers going to her hair, her face, the bite marks on her neck. “Fix her.” Again those dark brown eyes snapped to his. Demanding, of all things.

“I cannot,” Cameron said, standing. He took out a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his hands and the dark cuff of his sleeve.

“What do you mean you can't!” Nik snapped. Despite the initial temper to his question, his voice wavered as he insisted, “Fix her.”

“She's already dead,” Cameron said. His blood would do her no good now, and Cameron wasn't one for empty gestures.

Nik pressed his forehead against hers. A shudder went through him, and then sobs shook him in earnest. Tears mixed with smeared eyeliner and blood. He held her face between his hands as if he could cup the soul already fled and keep it from slipping through his fingers. There was nothing Cameron could say to help the situation, so he said nothing.

“What good are you then?” Nik finally rasped. He visibly swallowed another sob and then ground out, “Why save me and not her?”

Again, Cameron offered no words. Nothing he could say would make any difference. He felt nothing when he glanced at the dead girl. It hadn't been her light he'd trailed over the last few weeks.

“Would you like me to take you somewhere?” Cameron finally asked. Immediately another thought hit him, a kindness he could offer, hollow though it was. “I could make you forget. If that would be easier.”

“Easier for you?” Nik asked. While his tone was accusing, the look he gave Cameron was lost. Adrift. Already fading.

“This does not matter to me. She does not matter to me,” Cameron said. “She matters to you. This would be easier for you.”

“Just go away,” Nik said. He brushed her hair from her face, smoothed it so it hid the punctures in her throat. “Go away and leave us alone.”

Perhaps that was best. The smell of blood was starting to get to him. His fangs ached and all the blood soaking Nik's skin was beginning to make Cameron dizzy with thirst. His eyes lingered on Nik's exposed throat for far too long.

Cameron inclined his head. “Very well,” he said, and then promptly turned on his heel. The smell of blood hunted him as he walked to his car.

It was a sleek thing, black with tinted windows, carefully made to prevent UV rays from penetrating inside. A sound investment for when he traveled.

He drove home in silence, his only thoughts on the human with blood that sang to him.

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Cameron was vaguely surprised to see Nik again so soon. The very next night Cameron found the human in his club once more, long before the night reached its peak.

From high in his office, Cameron watched Nik dance around the club as if it was just another night. He wore eyeliner and glitter, he was fitted in a black leather jacket and white v-neck. He was the picture of feverish health. But- His movements were jittery and jerky. He was sweating more than anyone else.

Nik was now talking to a tall man, taking from him a small package and following him to one of the backrooms. Cameron argued with himself on whether or not he should follow. Nik was likely on his way to take even more drugs. Drugs, from a strange man in a club full of vampires while he still had vampire blood in his system.

Cameron closed his office behind him and followed Nik and the man back to the VIP room. He moved past vampires feeding, past dancing and sweating bodies. The music was so loud it practically made his brain rattle in his skull.

It took him longer than he cared for to get past all the people to get to the rooms. He didn't so much as glance at the bouncer in charge of the rooms before going through each room until he found what he was looking for.

It was the fourth guess before Cameron found the right room. The man with Nik was passed out cold, but he was still breathing. Cameron promptly ignored him.

He found Nik sprawled out on the floor, unconscious. There was blood streaked vomit beside him. Pain pinpricked behind Cameron's eyes when he leaned down in front of Nik. The stress of the last few days was going to trigger a cluster headache tomorrow, most definitely.

Cameron put his ear next to Nik's chest; he wasn't breathing. Cameron patted Nik's clammy face, he tried to do CPR. He tried to shove two fingers down Nik's throat to induce more vomiting, but it was too late.

Whatever was in the drugs Nik inhaled, it had killed him. Nik was dead. And he was dead with vampire blood in his system.

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tag list: @pouchedmilk <3

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The Main Characters of Iron Wrought:

Bairre Hayes: God's Gonna Cut You Down - Johnny Cash

Ashwyn Ó hAodha: Burned - Grace VanderWaal

Seida Sherazi: Angel of Small Death and in the Codeine Scene - Hozier

Cameron Maržena: The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie - Colter Wall

Dacia Ó Faoláin: My Heart's Grave - Faouzia

Nikolas Mejias: Let 'em Burn - Nothing More

Nathaniel Mejias: (It's Gonna Be) Okay - The Piano Guys

Ceire Meirdryn: Various Storms + Saints - Florence + the Machine

tag list: @incandescent-creativity @idreamonpaper @solangelo3088 @halstudies @livvywrites @lux-scriptum

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON talking about you to his buddies. neck deep in alcohol, slurred speech, claiming, “she��s a bombshell, guys, seriously.” while his hands form your figure in air like clay, giving his piece of shit friends a clear picture of an hourglass body. their cheers and obvious interest only riles him up, talking big with growing enthusiasm, “and i hit that shit every night, man!” rewarded with pats on the back and congratulatory daps. it’s the kind of locker-room-talk that only gets worse. shots keep getting poured, depraved guys with girlfriends who won’t put out gather around rafe fiending for dirty details: do you squirt; do you let him sleep around; is butt stuff on the table? anything they can think up, they’re hounding the prince of kildare for. and rafe, eager for a chance to prove himself, leaves nothing to the imagination.

[spellewrites]

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND!RAFE X READER

CH!BSF!READER who met rafe in kindergarten when they were assigned to sit next to each other. rafe was instantly drawn to her warmth and goodness, while she was drawn to the troubled boy who seemed like he just needed someone to care about him.

CH!BSF!READER who was a princess for halloween all throughout elementary school, and rafe was always her prince charming. even when they grew out of trick-or-treating and started going to parties, they still matched costumes.

CH!BSF!READER who started running with a different crowd than rafe in high school. she was always more shy and less reckless than rafe. she threw herself into academics while rafe turned to drugs and parties. but that didn't stop them from going home together every day after school.

CH!BSF!READER who has a whole section of her closet filled with clothes she stole from rafe. he takes them back whenever he sleeps over and they're always in rotation. she has a draw in his room too, plus one in his en suite bathroom. he buys her favorite products and keeps them stocked at tannyhill.

CH!BSF!READER who will pretend to be rafe's angry girlfriend to chase off any clingy tourons he hooks up with. she can't help the twisted satisfaction she feels when she chases them out of his bed, only for her to take their place curled into his side. she pretends it doesn't bother her to think about rafe with other girls.

CH!BSF!READER who is rafe’s biggest enabler. she’s as codependent on him as he is on her. she likes that he comes to her and no one else when he’s high out of his mind or been in a fight. she’s one of those people who needs to be needed, and rafe can’t live without her. she thrives on his attention the same way he thrives on her care.

CH!BSF!READER who has no idea rafe has threatened banned all of the drug dealers in kildare from selling to her. if she does any drugs, it will be weed and it will be with him. he makes sure of that.

CH!BSF!READER who has been in love with rafe for years but thinks he would never see her in the same way. she has no idea that rafe is in love with her too but doesn’t think he’s good enough for her, so he keeps his distance.

a/n: this is in no way my best writing but guys the brain worms are brain worming

send reqs for drabbles of them! or even just headcanons/thoughts about them bc they are consuming my brain rn

[whorelaud]

if i redo the taglist for off limits would any of you guys want to join (just a question hahahs let me know please)

[4urvalidation]

having dirty insidious thoughts about writing a bsf! rafe fic

[disenchantedif]

Cameron Fletcher, the kid who became the Chosen One.

Art by @stephschoices ⚡️

[levithestripper]

now why are people saying sarah is gonna be pregnant in part two what the hell

[madebyrolo]

GUYS

I made a playlist of songs that remind me of our man 🎀

Here’s the think lmk what you guys think and let me know what songs too add 🤭

☆ working on a dark race fic rn and there’s many ideas from in in this playlist

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Amara: *exists*

Cameron: mmm don't like that

Cadoc finds Amara so fucking annoying but he also refuses to leave her behind when they're running for their life

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𝕆ℂ 𝔸𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕤:

ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ ᴍᴀʀŽᴇɴᴀ ᴀʀᴏᴀᴄᴇ ᴀᴜᴛɪꜱᴛɪᴄ

Happy Birthday Cameron!!

@achaotichuman @livvywrites @idreamonpaper @incandescent-creativity @lux-scriptum @autumnruby @sonics-atelier

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OC Aesthetics: Cameron Maržena, AroAce Fae Bastard

A fox it was

He shook, afraid

I spoke no words, no sound he made

His bone exposed

His hind was lame

I raised a stone to end his p a i n

Happy Birthday Cameron!!

taglist: @incandescent-creativity @idreamonpaper @solangelo3088 @halstudies @livvywrites @lux-scriptum

[hanasnx]

ᯓ★ MINORS DNI 18+

RAFE CAMERON hits it from the back n curls an arm around to get at your clit. at first he started doing it so you could cum but now he does it like it’s some fidget toy. he’s got all this energy and nowhere to put it, ugly licking at the tips of his fingers to wet them so he can go under you to swipe at your needy bud. the kind of pressure that makes you ache. it’s this bewildering cross between pain and pleasure, and it renders you unable to keep still. “yeah? yeah, you like that, baby?” he taunts cruelly, knowing the kind of torture you’re under right now. lodged up in your guts moving in tandem with rough fingers, caressing your clit like it’s a job while you’re incapable of speech. you writhe and you claw at the sheets, anything to occupy the bucking of your body and the agony of the sensation. choking out variations of his name in some sorry semblance for pleading mercy—ultimately it falls on deaf ears. it’s the kind of orgasm he takes from you, your gummy insides stinging from his dick digging out its own shape and a mean hand scrubbing your little pearl like it’s a playground bully.

[spellewrites]

TEXTS BETWEEN CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND!RAFE AND READER

a/n: omg hi are we surprised to see me? i've been so busy lately and haven't had the motivation to write </3 huge props to people who post every day, i admire you all so much.

pics of reader are just for vibes not how she actually looks

bonus! rafe + kelce!

[darwinquark]

okay OKAY I love so many things about this chapter but I think my fave thing is the difference in how you portray rafe from inside his own head versus how you portray him from kie's POV. we spend so much time in his perspective and it's this super chaotic and aggressive place but there's also this kind of obsessive devotion that softens it a little????? like YES he's an absolute psychopath but he's so raw and pathetic for her that you almost don't get how she can still hate him so much or be so mistrustful of him. but THEN we get this delicious glimpse of him from her perspective and it's amazing how smug and entitled he comes across like her showing up to his house is this political win when in actuality we know he's like losing his mind over her safety, and I just really loved how you did that. from the fratty outfit to the portrait over the piano to the maid calling him 'master' it was just so awful and well done and it makes the tension in this story all the more delicious because she really has no idea how much power she has over him yet. anyway, gorgeously written as always! can't wait for more.

ahhh, so glad that landed for you! you're absolutely right that his narrative voice is a lot more agonizing and obsessive than Kie has any insight into, and that can undercut just how smug and off-putting he comes across to anyone outside of his head. I feel like it's kind of a Joe Goldberg effect (and part of why some broken part of me always wanted to write joe x peach bc she clocked him immediately but being in his POV made her seem like the bigger villain). I will say, neither Kie nor Rafe are really heroes in this fic and one of the roles I'm looking forward to Sofia playing is clocking the destructiveness (and selfishiness) of both of them from up close

[t3chn01r]

💖 she’s just a girl 💖