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this a blog about cyrus pemberton, au hunger games character

[cyruspemberton-blog]

The train barely makes a sound - it barely bothers Mars whose eyes are closed. Mars doesn’t come from a rich, flashy family, his family works in the mines, a tradition that would have been passed on to him. Samara sits with her face away from him, not sure what she’s focused on or what she’s thinking about but he knows, as one eye pops open, it’s not him. His mentor sits facing both of them in an over sized arm chair, a cigar in between his middle and first fingers, a glass of amber alcohol next to him on the table and a magazine about Capitol fashions open on his lap. He doesn’t look like the so-called monster that won the games twelve years, instead, like he belongs to the place that they’re headed to. Mars clears his throat and Samara looks up at him before she turned right back to the window. 

“What are you looking for?” He asks her, his voice low and quiet, trying to keep the silence in the cabin. 

“I’m not looking for anything,” she responds curtly, her mouth forming a line, “I’m trying to focus on getting to the Capitol.”

“We’re going to be there shortly,” he replies, Mars glances outside the window, sure that they are passing through District 1 now. He moves closer to her, loosing the tie around his neck so he can reach out and point, “They’re going to want to know everything about you.”

She doesn’t know how to respond to that, a little terrified that everyone will soon know who she is and while Mars isn’t terrified at all - he’s certainly concerned. He’s poor, his family never had much, they lived outside the mines of the District. They’re not previous tributes families who are worth a lot of money - his mentor included - and that he knows is also why he wants to be near Samara, her family never came from much either.

“Besides, you want people to love you, you’re gorgeous,” Mars says off-handed, his mouth working without his brain. 

“What are you doing?” She asks him and he snaps from his daze - from the idea that he’s sitting with someone he genuinely likes. 

“I think it’s flirting,” Cyrus speaks from his space on the train, before extinguishing the heavy cigar, “And we’re here.” He points at the buildings up ahead.

“It’s show time,” Mars says, redoing his tie. 

It’s a lot more than that.

[cyruspemberton-blog]

i'm so glad i turned cyrus from being quiet to a complete arrogant monster

[cyruspemberton-blog]

she is the crown princess of the united kingdom, too short to reach the end of the throne, with perfect manners and a gentle smile - meant to be the figurehead for a new world, educated correctly and with a countenance that screams queen.

he is the duke of wellington, a streak of power runs through him like the plague, a newly minted space after the death of his father at an untimely end. parliament calls him the wild animal, disregarding tradition for partying and liberal ideas like helping the poor

his mother has been friends with the queen since birth, having gone to the same schools, she strikes up a plan for the duke of wellington to marry the princess of wales

they're married in a june wedding against their wishes. she doesn't look at him for more than a minute, he pretends like she doesn't exist. until the king and queen send them to balmoral with a minimal staff for three months. then what? ignoring each other can't last forever.

[cyruspemberton-blog]

Maybe once – it occurred to you once in your sophomore year of college, while they were punching you into your finals club – that things were a little too perfect. The right hair, smile, your body technically perfect, the best cars and a polo horse that even Prince William was in awe of – Harvard’s most prestigious finals club (president no doubt), a rower who’d been to half of the major competitions out there and four brothers with the same perfect resume as yours. Maybe once in your thirty years of life you considered how absurd this sounded to a normal human being, one who didn’t have your life but to the people around you – you were perfection to an endless flurry of parties, cotillions and to the women that lifestyle provided. Of your brothers, you were your mother’s crown jewel, the one she showed off whenever she got the chance (“He’s the president of the Porcellian!”, you heard her exclaim over brunch one morning while you were nursing a hangover). Your brothers didn’t care, they just knew who your ideal match was – a Felice. There were Vanderbilts, Astors and then Felices and two of the three had already married into the Pemberton name – they were just missing a coveted Felice. Bluebell had been your rival in prep school; she’d known how to get underneath every single of your records and accomplishments. What happened when the two of you collided was sexual attraction that denying it would be something you’d never quite get over and even when you didn’t see her for a while, you remembered your last interaction so vividly that all other sexual encounters almost melted away.

Your mother tells you to come to the summer home – to gloat about your latest business deal and the fact that you’re the youngest vice president the Blackwood hedge fund has to offer and even at thirty – you were going because she said so. She said so because Bluebell was going and when you heard, you almost leapt out of your skin trying to find the perfect summer suit, to almost appear too loose with the whole situation, a glass of champagne in your hand, trying to keep up with a conversation with your brother Julius about being a doctor (even that didn’t really impress your mother but the nearly five hundred thousand a year salary was enough to shut her up) until you see a flash of smooth tan skin, and long curly dark hair and your heart stops and you have to restrain yourself from saying something stupid or gross or equally obnoxious. It won’t be enough, she’ll say something to you and you won’t be able to restrain yourself from that smile (Julius calls it the most attractive thing about you – and that’s saying something), from advancing on her sexually.

You spend the whole party almost saying something to her before you feel your hand grabbed through the crowd and pulled in a direction you’re not terribly disappointed about – towards her. It’s her sister Daisy, dragging you away from the conversation about the best kind of Ferrari (you don’t even own a Ferrari anymore) and towards the back of one of the white tents your mother insists on having. Maybe the last kiss you shared was a mistake – it’s a long summer and ignoring each could be the best thing for both of you. Maybe it’s not but the second Blue’s green eyes meet your blue ones, your face twists into that familiar grin and she shakes her head, muttering, “God, you’re so fucking predictable,” before shooing away Daisy.

“And if I wasn’t predictable – you wouldn’t be into it the way you are,” you say finally, laughing, flopping into the chair beside her.

“You’re ignoring me, Pemberton,” she starts, ignoring your statement, “You never ignore me.”

Looking at your dress shoes, you have to agree with her, you have to say otherwise you’re a fucking liar but you have an explanation.

“Do you remember what happened last time? We made out – I don’t know what the fuck you want from this summer but I’m into you much longer than a stupid long summer fling,” you say before reaching into a pocket inside your suit, lighting a cigarette – for effect, not because you’re an actual smoker.

She’s almost stunned speechless – until of course – she reaches over and kisses you.

“Shut the fuck up,” she says against your lips, “Just shut the fuck up.”

And for the first time, you know exactly what love feels like.

[cyruspemberton-blog]

ugh i just lost the thing so i'll write it again • cyrus is an actor that travels like cray but is v flashy and v obnoxious • blue is a celeb stylist with a major bankroll and gets annoyed bc cyrus makes her fly places • he eventually relaxes and the reasoning for his obnoxiousness around her is his major attraction to her • he eventually relaxes to the point where she's in charge of everything • b ut it doesn't start until he's at a press conference and idk i haven't worked it out

[observando]

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via gabrielsmacht)

[400eurojob]

I want to be craved by you. I want you to think about kissing me as much as I think about kissing you.

Alena M.   (via grangerhermione)

[cyruspemberton-blog]

god i just

[rabbitinthemoon-blog]

No matter how much you feed the wolf, he keeps looking at the forest.

Ilse Lehiste (via mirroir)

[cyruspemberton-blog]

the second time they know better, painting your face in a red mask, dressing you in all black, your jacket made from a fabric that seems to catch the light only occasionally, they paint your nails black, they want you even more. you're not that boy from district two, you're a calculated cold-blooded murderer, that loves the smell of blood and death, that ratted the cages of the capitol when the devil's grin appeared the second they named you the winner of the third quarter quell, they listen as your tokens jangle against each other, like a death rattle. you wake up the next morning, not hung over, you wake up richer though.

replacing your humanity for insanity - what a genius move.

[cyruspemberton-blog]

"they're going to torture you with her," he says, sitting back as far as possible in the leather couch, "they know and they want you to suffer for defying them. you weren't supposed to come here and make love to a stylist, you were supposed to come here and make love to women who had money overflowing in their pockets, to make them believe you wanted only them." 

cyrus's arrogance, while the mask most often worn, is visibly absent when heph tells him this and instead, there's a sliver of fear in his voice, a demonstrative crack in the monster's hard exterior. "i know, i know why they're doing this, i know they knew that in the case you were reaped, i would volunteer. i only have her to live for, heph. you have a wife and kids and i know you would be okay in there, old man," he smiles, the sign that he's still himself, "i couldn't live with myself if i kept living and you had died, not if there's more i can do."

cyrus had always known heph would be the male tribute reaped and while max or heph could be saved by cyrus's selflessness, he would allow it to be so. bluebell was his whole world but there was more to life than just the girl he accidentally fell into. moving towards the window, cyrus peaks out on general capitol life. how long has he wished for it? the ability to wake up next to bluebell, to dress in capitol fashions and follow trends, to be excited for the games and sponsor tributes, the world could be his, the bloodiest victor in the game's seventy-five year history, turned into a capitol citizen. 

"cyrus. they don't want you to live, that's what i'm saying," heph finally says. "this is not a game for you to win, this is a game for you to lose horribly." 

cyrus turns away from the window and faces his mentor. 

"this is always a game for me to win. i killed half of a field of tributes the first time and i'll do it again. none of those other victors terrify me in the slightest. they might have nightmares, they might be strong or brave but when i meet other victors they're scared of me. terrified. they might never say it but i know what i am - a cold-blooded ruthless killer. and i'll do it again, heph."

[inspiring-pictures]

[rp-ollie]

cyrus x bluebell

[deanwinchestersheart]

Whereas I am not afraid of anything because nothing can move me, I am terrified of you because of everything you inspire me to do.

[wordsthat-speak]

I am so in love with you that there isn’t anything else.

A Farewell to Arms (Ernest Hemingway)

[bluebellfelidae]

sexual headcannon cyrus x bluebell style:

what was their first kiss like? passionate. they do nothing halfway especially kissing and i mean almost all of the universes include bottled up emotions and sexual tension. the medieval au might have been chaste since their first kiss was likely on their wedding night and he didn’t force himself on her until she was ready a few days later. the original universe was kind of tender because she was sad and he was comforting her but it became passionate like 10 seconds later. and maybe the ballerina universe could have been tender because i mean she was a kid and he was older than her and he didn’t want to scare her off or anything. it was probably on her doorstep and she probably wanted him to hurry up so her mom didn’t catch them but it turned out to be amazing and she wished it lasted longer. (i’ll probably do that drabble don’t even worry)

and oh sweet christ every single genderbent au it leads to sex. like there is no first kiss then waiting a few days before they first have sex it leads to sex.

where were they their first time having sex? this one changes for every universe obviously. um in the original verse they were in his room and in his bed. the medieval verse was in a tent on the way to their home. a lot of them were in their respective apartments and houses. i know i wrote the drabble where the first time they had sex in the ballerina verse was in his apartment and he took her virginity i’m p sure but i want to change that because it’s not characteristic of her. so my headcannon of that has changed and they were probably in her room one of the few times her parents were out and it was v high school but cyrus is fucking great at sex so that made up for it.

(and then they proceeded to have sex in like every place they stepped into somehow)

genderbent universe it’s like in a plethora of places but mostly in blue’s bed. somehow.

who’s louder? b…luebell? she probably is the stereotypical type to make noises and she’s v vocal and i mean you probably wouldn’t be able to hear cyrus over her. it makes being stealthy almost impossible but she’s good at being quiet when necessary she has practice.

and in genderbent au it’s probably almost even??? because blue does a lot of talking but artemisia is just loud. and blue thinks it’s hot so that just makes it worse.

who wakes up first? cyrus in most universes because he’s a workaholic but bluebell out of choice because she loves early mornings but she also likes late nights and it leads to a lot of afternoon naps.

genderbent au i’m p sure they probably like sleeping in. blue even more so because he’s a heavier sleeper. but honestly they probably have to set an alarm so they don’t sleep till the afternoon.

favorite form of foreplay? uh uh uh blue prob gives head like a lot. because she actually likes it. and she’s too impatient to have cyrus go down on her otherwise she would enjoy it like i imagine him trying to reciprocate repeatedly only for her to be like nO I WANT THE D FUCK THAT SHIT.

(also bluebell can sometimes be a tease so there’s a lot of times when they’re both too impatient and worked up to actually have foreplay. they are the masters of spontaneous sex and ain’t nobody got time for foreplay when you’re having sex in the most random places.)

genderbent au there is endless foreplay. oral and teasing and lots and lots of lingerie on artemisia’s part and blue has a bit more patience somehow so.

who performs/receives oral more often? bluebell. when she was in high school in most real life universes she wanted to keep her virginity for until senior year of high school so she gave a lot of head and got really good at it and cyrus does not mind.

genderbent au they both go down on each other except artemisia is like 1000x better somehow and blue is generally getting better with help.

who tries new things more often? both??? mainly because having sex in random places leads to really acrobatic maneuvers sometimes but honestly they like certain positions and they stick to them and what gets bluebell off is basically a checklist and if you don’t check one it’s not happening so. like a “new thing” would bluebell being able to stop herself long enough to actually give head lbr.

(and cyrus is supposed to be a sexual deviant but in all truth bluebell would just raise an eyebrow at most of what he proposes and it wouldn’t end up happening)

if they had to choose a third+ person to include who would they include? no one. they’re super possessive and jealous and i mean bluebell would be totally up for a second guy but cyrus would not and it’s basically just not going to happen. and a third person would just be too distracting for blue and she’d probably pay more attention to them and yea it’s not happening.

(if katya wasn’t such a giant bitch to bluebell in every universe ever than maybe katya bc she’s hot and cyrus would prob be into that until he realized that blue was just interested in seeing if she could actually pleasure a girl. and then he would be jealous and uncomfortable.)

maybe in genderbent blue’s girlfriend/wife depending on the universe because i imagine artemisia being even more into kinks than cyrus lbr. and she’s a little less jealous even though blue is 10x more possessive. it would have to be another girl though because otherwise blue would sulk for weeks.

[oofpoetry]

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.

Pablo Neruda, “The Queen” (via jayestyler)