X Reader {Requests OPEN}

Camus X Clumsy!Reader

You nodded obediently as if he had ordered you to not do so, which he subconsciously did, as he carefully set your foot back down on the ground. Getting up and sitting beside you to put on his own blades that were specially designed to look like they were sprayed with a flurry of light blue snowflakes, you zipped up your (S/f/c) jacket feeling the cold slowly creep up on you now that the heat had left you cheeks from his earlier actions.

Lost in your thoughts for a few seconds as you waited for him to get ready he brought you out of your daze.

"Here," he said holding out some normal black gloves to you. You took them from him thankfully as he explained their importance. "They are generally worn for warmth, but if you do fall-" he notices the way your face blanks for a second, but continues, "they will protect your skin from burning when you either hit the ice or get up with the use of your hands."

"Thanks," you say putting them on and flexing your fingers to get used to the extra cloth, chuckling at your next thought, "I know they'll come in handy."

He just nods at your aloofness, used to it by now, picking up both his and your shoes and putting them into a random cubby so you can both retrieve them later. He holds out his hand for you and you see he doesn't have a coverage unlike yourself. Placing your hand in his as he pulls you up and leads you to the rinks opening door, helping you along the way on shaky feet, confronting him about it along the way.

"I see you don't need it," you say accusingly, voice laced with playfulness.

He rolls his icy blue eyes at you as you both stop at the entryway. "I suppose it would be wrong to say I am confident in my abilities as a Permafrost native as it would hurt your feelings," he chuckled.

You shrugged, brushing it off. "No, it would actually make me feel better knowing I am with a professional." He perked up at your word choice, appreciating it fully.

You watched as he stepped out onto the ice with no trouble seen, no doubt from years of doing so. He turned to you and held out his hand once again for you to take. Occupying the place steps out onto the ice and exactly like you imagined your ankles were not as strong as you had first believed. They shook and you almost plummeted to the ground, but his arms encircled your waste and brought you towards his body. Without any strain, he lifted you back up and waited until you got your feet planted firmly to let you go. But you held him tight and it seemed like you would never let go.

Camus huffed expecting something like this to happen, he just didn't anticipate it to happen so quickly. You were a surprise alright.

After a few seconds, your grip on his shirt loosened. Hands still balling up some fabric you pulled your face away and stared up at him, your face showing bewilderment and complete surprise.

"I didn't think it would be this hard...," you whimpered out.

He brushed back a stray piece of (H/c) hair behind your ear in response to your small voice. "It takes practice, I know you'll get it."

You took his words to heart as you pushed a bit farther away. Holding your hand he stayed close, lingering just close enough that he would be able to catch you once again if your legs began to give out.

Despite the fear of falling down onto the rock hard ice, having him by your side helped release tension that you had unconsciously built up in your muscles. And before you knew it you were able to skate almost naturally as he instructed you, his fingertips lightly locked with yours to allow you even more room.

With him, you failed to notice there were others present, but that was perfectly alright.

"Perfect form. Bend your knees and keep most of your weight on the balls of your feet," you did as he said and it helped you tremendously.

"What about turning?"

"Simply turn the outside shoulder forward," he said. You nodded and just as you turned your left shoulder forward your body curved in a perfect arc to the right and you both turned together. You let out a small yell of amazement, which earned you yet another one of his signature eyes rolls thought he did look to be in a good mood at your obvious giddiness at learning something so simple yet exciting.

This continued on for a few minutes, maybe even half an hour before you began to grow curious of his own skill. He was obviously and a pro, otherwise, he would have no intention to bring you somewhere that may reveal his flaws. He was one of pride and it glowed even more around you. Asking him to show you some of his special moves, he reluctantly agreed to you begging and left you to safely walk the edge of the outside rink, knowing you wouldn't trip if you had the wall to hang onto.

You watched on in obvious awe at his power. Gliding across the ice like it was apart of him his body became one with the skates that were clad on his feet. Every trick he performed was a flawless specter of easiness and perfection, landed perfectly. A performance full of Toe Loops, Salchows, Loops, Flips, and Lutz made you beam with joy. It was when he executed an unimpaired Triple Axel did you yell out your impatient praise and worship for his grace.

Though you were nowhere near perfect as him you, as steadily as you could, skated towards him and wrapped your arms around his tall frame. A big smile painted on your feature the whole time as he looked down at you with surprise.

"How are you always so perfect, Camus?" You gushed.

"It's hard to not be perfect when there is someone you want to be perfect for," he replied to your confusion.

"Someone you want to be perfect for?" You wondered. He chuckled at you obliviousness, the vibrations from it traveling to your body and making you blush in embarrassment. "What?"

"I am perfect for you," he explained. "Everything I have done has been an attempt to create a rise from you."

Though his words were still confusing, you realized he must have sent you here to impress you. Which you found deeply endearing since he never cared about impressing his fellow idols from Quarter Night or Starish. To know you meant so much, made you blush.

"Then I must thank you," you mumbled shyly.

"Thank me for-" you cut him off with a small chaste kiss upon his cold lips, his blond locks tickling your cheeks as he hunched a bit down to be even with your shorter height.

"Thank you for being perfect," you hummed.

~The End~

Fun facts:

-There's no fancy footwork when you want to turn. Simply turn the outside shoulder forward (the one on the side furthest from the direction you want to turn) and you will turn in a graceful arc.-

-Blades are sharp on ice skates, just like on hockey skates, so they will get some purchase(grip in a sense) on ice. If the skates are slipping and have no grip or control, it could be the blade is too blunt. Therefore blades are dangerous to touch-

-Gloves protect your skin from burning when you either hit the ice or use it to stand up. If you need to use your hands to get up, do it with clenched fists to protect your fingers-

-A good fit of ice skates is crucial. It is not only for ankle protection, but responsiveness the boots should fit quite snugly. This is one reason people may need to come down a half or full size from their regular shoe size, hence the Reader wearing fizzy socks so the boots fit snugly-

-It's best to wear layers to be protected from the cold, hence the Reader wearing a jacket-

-A Toe Pick on an ice skating blade is a set of large, jagged sawlike teeth that are primarily used to do certain jumps, footwork, spins, and adds strength to the skate. They should not be used for strokeing.-

-The Axel is the easiest jump to tell apart from its entry, but it is also the hardest jump. It is a fact that Camus can easily perform Triple Axel's, which is quite impressive.-