Clarisse La Rue One Shots

Premier Panic - Dior

A/N; thought it was time I did a reader x Dior, because its Dior. A little fluff for y'all (mostly me) cause the gods know my mental health has been slowly declining. Enjoy my little Clarisse and pjo obsessed gremlins. 

I was sitting in front of the mirror in the hotel. There was still at least an hour before we needed to be at the museum but part of me was still panicking a little, as a costume and make-up designer I wasn't used to being seen in public. This was the biggest premier I've been to, most of my past shows and movies haven't even had one. I had finished my hair and most of my make up, the only thing left for me to do was my lips and put on my dress as I was just in a baggy button up and sweatpants. I heard the hair drier stop in the bathroom, a few minutes later the door opened.

"Darling, could you help with this? You have much more experience with corsets than I do." Dior laughed. I turned to see her struggling with her red corset, she had done up the first two busks from the top as the rest stayed open. She had on the satin skirt that would be pulled up over the bottom of the corset, the base of her make up finished and her long thick curls falling out, still on the dump side.

"Of course, you look beautiful." I say, standing up and assisting her with the busks.

"I'll look even better when my stunning, talented girlfriend helps with my make up." She said as I stood up so I was eye level with her, she rested her hands on my neck before gently kissing my lips.

"Well then lets get you seated in my chair." I blushed, pulling her to sit down before grabbing my eye make up bag. I began applying the red eye shadow and liner, then the lashes. I finished her lips before turning her around to the mirror and begging on her hair. I cover my hairs in some hair oil, scrunching out the gel cast that had finished setting.

Dior watched me closely through the mirror, her gaze following me as I moved to the front starting the style. I felt her soft hand slip under my shirt, grabbing my attention. "Calm down darling, all you have to do is answer a few easy questions and look gorgeous. You do that incredibly well." She said softly, in a very reassuring voice.

I smiled down at her, then moved back behind her continuing on her hair. Once she was ready, Dior helped me get my dress on, it was a purple floor length gown, off the shoulder with hand embroidered beads that I made myself. She kept having to hold my hands to stop them from shaking too much.

I sat in front of the mirror, pulling on my dark purple lipstick when Dior came up behind me resting her chin on my shoulder. "She makes red carpet dresses, does Hollywood worthy make up, she has no reason to be worried about a TV show premiering." She whispered, peppering my neck and shoulder with kisses.

"I appreciate it, Dior but I'm not sure you could calm me down for this. I will be eternally panicking about it until we leave New York, probably longer." I chuckled, putting my lipstick away. She pulled me into the centre of her room, her arms around my waist as mine rested on her shoulder.

"Listen to my Y/n, I know you're nervous about tonight, I am too, but if you feel yourself panicking please come find me. I'll stop whatever interview I'm in, step out of any pictures being taken to reassure you that you have no need to panic. This show couldn't have happened without you, most of the dresses on that red carpet couldn't have happened without you. Tonight is your night just as much as mine, and Leahs, and Walkers, and Ayrans, and Charlies, and Ricks. Just please enjoy it." She told me, pressing a gentle kiss on my lips.

"I'll try." I respond, resting my head on her shoulder, taking in the sent of her floral Dior perfume she always wears.