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happy birthday, mr. president — drabble

as coriolanus snow and his current wife, livia, sat in the front row of the venue, they awaited the last performer's act. today marked coriolanus's twenty-second birthday, and he decided to celebrate with an array of theatrics.

none of the performances truly entertained him; they all proved to be boring. he maintained only a facade of enjoyment for the public.

"mr. president, on this occasion of your birthday, the final performance is from the lovely lady, y/n du pont," the announcer declared.

as the announcer turned, a bright light flashed on you. applause erupted as you sauntered towards the front of the stage. approaching the large podium, you thanked the announcer, and he quickly removed your fur coat.

your shiny champagne-colored dress was now on full display, sparkling under the stage light and clinging to your body. the low-cut collar left your chest and shoulders exposed, a scandalous thing to wear in front of the president and the first lady. (you and coriolanus knew that he was the one who chose this dress for you.)

after directing you to a microphone next to the podium, the announcer left. your manicured hands grasped the microphone, scanning the room as people continued to cheer.

making eye contact with coriolanus, you couldn’t help but smile at him. glancing over at his wife, you maintained the same smile, even though both of you knew it was for pleasantries.

there were rumors; people in panem loved to gossip. speculation about the president having a mistress spread like wildfire, especially when the mistress was a well-known public figure and an idol among performers.

the thrill made you giddy, knowing that only you and coriolanus knew what happened in the privacy of your own home. unable to contain the excitement, you turned your face away from his gaze.

smiling to yourself, you pretended to wait for people to quiet down. as a warning, you huffed into the mic, preparing for your performance. finally, silence fell in the room. taking a final breather, you brought the mic close to your bright red lips.

"happy birthday to you," you started. it was silly, truly. out of anything you could have performed, you chose a cliche. that didn't matter to you; it was the perfect occasion, and you made sure to accommodate the song for today's special event.

"happy birthday, mr. president, happy birthday to you," your salutary and airy voice rang in snow's ears. he couldn’t help but snicker, bringing his hand up to hide his face. this was true entertainment for snow; you were entertaining to coriolanus.

"thanks, mr. president, for all the things you’ve done, the battles you’ve won," you sang, your arms stretching out passionately to express your gratitude to coriolanus. (even if it wasn't actually for the things he's done for panem.) coriolanus snow held your heart, even if it was in secrecy.

"and dealing with our problems by the ton, we thank you so much. everybody, happy birthday!" you roar enthusiastically, squealing and jumping up like a little girl. the orchestra behind you played louder now.

your smile never wavered as you stared at coriolanus; all the noise around you was distracting, but coriolanus never stopped looking at you. a smirk plastered on his face as he clapped along with the audience.

livia clapped along too, though she couldn't help but stare at her husband as he watched you. a certain gleam in his eyes she had never seen from coriolanus before. she continued to clap for you, as your face shined bright and happy for her husband.

finally, you were escorted off the main stage as a large cake made its round. your fur coat was pushed onto you, and you quickly accepted it, heading backstage.

as your heels clicked against the floor, the sound of leather shoes brought your attention up.

coriolanus was heading in the opposite direction, towards the stage. your body couldn’t help but snap up, straightening your posture.

it was only a couple of seconds, but to you, it felt longer—the eye contact you two kept as you walked past each other. his mouth twisted into a smile as he looked down at you. your eyes, large and excited, smiled back twice as big. you two kept walking, only speaking to each other with gestures.

though you couldn’t help but look back at him as he walked away, his blonde hair bouncing. coriolanus looked back too, watching as your red heels clicked off into the background of the venue. his thoughts wandered into what was going to happen later that night—a secret kept between you and mr. president.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

if you know what i’m referencing then i love you, but like i just needed to write this like it was too good for me to pass up. whilst we’re here… IM PUTTING OFF ‘SUPER RICH KIDS’… im scared to like post it bc im scared of criticism and i literally think my smut writing abilities suck butt. i’ll be posting other fics and blurbs until i get the balls to post ‘super rich kids’. (it’s never that srs but im scared okay)

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gyqru · 6 months

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GO GO DANCER — sejanus plinth

warning: poorly written lap dances..? fem! reader

summary: dancing is your passion, being apart of the covey lets you explore that. one night, you find yourself a new face in the crowd.

word count: 2k

having a passion for performing, you found yourself joining the covey. though your passion wasn't for singing, you were a dancer, reveling in the confidence it gave you as people admired the way your hips swayed.

as you grew older, you discovered a more mature form of dancing. once the clock struck midnight, people would usher off. the younger children of the covey were led away to be put to sleep. the only audience that stayed this late were peacekeepers and old men who didn't want to go home to their wives.

word spread quickly about your "midnight performances," with skimpy outfits made of shiny plastic or see-through silk. people shamed you for the things you did for money, but you couldn't care less. you weren't a prostitute; you'd say you were more of an exotic dancer.

serving unfaithful men lap dances and giving touch-starved peacekeepers something to think about when they returned to their lonesome camps.

this night wasn't any different; it was busier than you'd expect, but it was a saturday night. as lucy grey wrapped up her last song, you started to make your rounds at the bar. whenever you weren't dancing, you would serve at the bar.

as people paid off their last drinks and left, you quickly got off shift and went to get ready. you had a new surprise for tonight's show; after lucy grey won the hunger games, she could afford new things. that meant instead of the usual live band, you now had a jukebox filled with music from different districts.

applying the last of your pink lipstick, you checked yourself out one last time. the mesh “cover up” you wore left little to the imagination; the matching baby pink lace undergarments showing right through.

"well, look at ya’, darlin'. it almost makes me jealous i can't get a personal dance," lucy grey teased you, leaning against the doorframe of the makeshift storage and changing room.

"y’know, all you gotta do is ask," you chuckled, standing from your chair. you'd usually tower over lucy, but tonight you decided not to wear your usual high heels; opting out for flats.

grabbing your extravagant fur coat, you wrapped it around your body, gesturing for lucy to lead the way.

rolling her eyes, she leads you back to the main bar, wishing you good luck before disappearing into the crowd of people.

watching as she descended into the crowd, you saw her with that tall blonde you saw her with at the lake. he wasn't alone, accompanied by a bulkier fellow, moles painting his boyish face.

startled by your name being called, you swiftly turned to see billy, one of the barkeepers.

"the jukebox's all set up; you can go up on stage now," he exclaimed, wiping sweat off his forehead.

"amazing! thanks, billy. i'll have to pay you back for that," you grinned, sauntering towards the stage. quick hoots and hollers made their round as you stood on stage.

"gentlemen, i didn't keep y'all waiting for too long, did i?" you teased into the microphone, scanning for your usuals and any new faces.

mr. snow's friend stared at you, embarrassed when you met his gaze, sending him a flirty wink. choking on whatever he was drinking, coriolanus looked at him confused. (you called coriolanus mr. snow because of his appearance, refusing to refer to him by anything else)

lucy grey couldn't help but laugh, whispering something to coriolanus that made him straighten up. eyes flickering between sejanus and you, he decided to entertain the idea lucy grey had.

the loud bass from the jukebox brought the trio's attention back to you. stripping yourself of your faux fur coat, you tossed it aside, letting the lights warm your skin. whistling and clapping filled the room, hungry eyes soaking in your body.

sejanus couldn't help but blush, taking in your body. this felt wrong to him, not even knowing you but being able to see so much of your body.

as your hips swayed to the music, your hands roamed your own body; teasingly lifting the mesh dress you wore, showing off the lacy stockings you had on.

with a sweet smile on your face, you let yourself feel the music, trying to ignore all the eyes on you.

the longer he watched, the more sejanus felt himself getting mesmerized. not being able to help himself, he let his eyes fall on your exposed legs and chest.

finally removing your babydoll, your body was now exposed, skin glistening under the stage lights. as you bent over, you couldn't help but notice the same brown eyes staring at you.

slowly straightening yourself back up, you continued to stare at coriolanus' friend, your eyes never wavering as you continued to dance, his gaze never leaving yours.

the song came to an end (sadly), and you quickly thanked the crowd, jumping off the stage to make your way to the bar for something to drink.

random men came up and started to converse with you, though you dismissed most of them. you couldn't help but let your eyes wander off to the peacekeeper, eyeing the back of his shaved head, taking in his broad shoulders and slim waist.

ten minutes passed; the barkeeper reminded you. your little break was ending, meaning you had to go back to perform.

walking back on stage, you bring the mic to your lips. "gentlemen, if you could kindly make room for me in the center of the room, i would appreciate that truly."

quickly, men scatter around, the usuals aware of what's about to happen. coriolanus and sejanus both look confused as the circle forms, placing them in front of it.

lucy grey's eyes widen; she thought you gave up this act a long time ago. if it was even possible, her eyes almost popped out of her head, glimmering with mischief.

whispering to coriolanus, she explains what's happening. nodding, coriolanus starts to pick up on what lucy grey is putting down, staring at sejanus for a moment before nodding at whatever lucy said.

in an instant, a man pushes a chair to the middle of it as you choose the next song. most of the titles seem unknown, but you choose the one that sounds most appealing.

you find billy standing at the side of the stage and tell him to start the song on your mark. he nods, and you start making your way to the center where the chair stands, grabbing onto the back of the chair and leaning against it.

"any volunteers?" you drawl, looking around, only to find your attention on a certain someone.

in an instant, sejanus is pushed into the circle before anyone else could steal his opportunity. shocked and embarrassed, he looks back at coriolanus and lucy.

you laugh as lucy grey winks at you. "have fun," she mouths, and snow just pats his friend on the back, shoving him more towards you.

"don't be shy now; i don't have all day," you joke, reaching over the chair and pulling him to sit down. he’s yet to say a word, staring at the floor.

feeling bad for him, you whisper into his ear, asking if he really wants to do this. if not, he can back out. your hot breath on sejanus' ears sends shivers down his back; he looks back at you and tells you to "start performing."

taken aback by his change in demeanor, you laugh and turn to billy, giving him a thumbs up. he starts to play the song you chose, the instrumental nothing like you've heard before, but you immediately adjust to the change in tone. [lolita by lana del rey starts playing lmao]

sejanus sits there awkwardly, hands on his lap. you finally come into his view, your lacy underwear pressing into your skin perfectly.

you run your hands up and down his body, feeling his chest and abdomen. his muscular body doesn't surprise you considering he's a peacekeeper, but it's definitely nice to feel.

running your hands lower, you grab his clammy hands and press them onto your own body, letting them rest on your hips as you proceed to straddle him.

his face turning red, he can't help but panic as you roll your hips on his lap, pushing your chest against his. your face inches away from his, you stare at him as you continue to grind on him.

noticing his unmoving hands, you pout sarcastically. getting off of him gracefully, you let his hands fall to his side, bending yourself over in front of him, giving him a perfect view of your ass.

sejanus can't help but salivate at your body, completely entranced (and turned on) by how you present yourself to him. (he completely forgot about all the men watching this performance.)

standing back straight, you sit back down on his lap, this time facing away from him, so your behind is pressed against his crotch.

wiggling your hips to the music, you press your back against his chest, bringing a hand to caress his head, feeling the stubble of his shaved head.

this time sejanus doesn’t hesitate to touch you, running his calloused hands against the soft skin of your legs. biting your lip seductively, you bring your hands to his.

wrapping your smaller hands with his, you lead his hands up hips to exposed stomach, letting them rest on your breast.

teasingly, you let him feel them for a second before standing back up. the song comes to an end, and you turn to him, sending him a kiss and a wink before making your way back to the stage.

cheers boom as sejanus sits there stunned, random men applauding and cheering him on, as if he just won at life. coriolanus and lucy push their way to his friends.

lucy can't stop herself from laughing at sejanus' face; coriolanus can’t help but smile at his dumbfounded friend.

saying your final goodbyes, you pick up your coat and wrap it around yourself, leaving the stage and heading backstage to change.

once you're in something more comfortable, you start to head out, going back to the bar to tell lucy grey goodbye.

as you approach, you see that he's still here, face still flush; he notices you before mr. snow and lucy can. a big smile is plastered on your face, scaring lucy.

"oh my! never do that unless you want to end up with a black eye," she jokes, clutching her heart dramatically.

you roll your eyes, chuckling at her threats. "i just wanted to say goodnight; i'm heading back home. are you gonna spend your night with mr. snow tonight?" you tease, wiggling your eyebrows.

eyes flickering between the two, coriolanus' face grows a crooked smile, at your implication. "wouldn't you like to know," lucy bantered back.

"how about you, mystery man? who r’you spending the night with?" questioning the peacekeeper who stood there stiffly. sejanus looks around dramatically, mouth opening and closing, trying to come up with a response.

snorting at his feeble attempts not to embarrass himself in front of you, you tell him you’re just teasing. easing up, he scratches the back of his neck.

"my name's sejanus plinth," he confessed, stiffly holding out his hand for you to shake. you can’t help but continue to laugh, taking his hand into yours and shaking it firmly.

"so formal, sejanus. as if i wasn’t just dancing on top of you a couple of minutes ago," you continued to tease him, loving the way his face flushed a shade of pink.

"name’s y/n, but you can just call me bunny; that's my stage name," winking at him as you turn your attention to the entire trio.

clasping your hands together, you bid everyone adieu.

as you step out of the bar, you can’t help but peek back inside. "oh, and sejanus, that dance wasn’t for free. i’ll take a night with you as compensation," winking, making sure to emphasize the innuendo of your message.

you heard giggles and gasps as you finally walked off. never did you think you would develop a liking for a peacekeeper. sejanus plinth, what a man you are.

alice talks ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚

guys i’m truly the biggest tease, but i saw a crisis and i needed to fix it. there’s NO sejanus love, so i made my own. i’ll post the corio fic sometime this week, and pt. 3 of lost & found. i need to feed y’all what y’all deserve! (proofread like .. a lil)

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