Ben Barnes Requests

ICE SKATING (Billy Russo)

REQUEST: I wonder if Kat is bad in anything lol Can you do a xmas oneshot of Billy teaching her ice skating? Ive never done that and even wanting to, im too afraid

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Damn Billy Russo. Damn him and all of his past generations.

I can throw knives meters away from the target and hit it perfectly. I can shoot from every corner and still hurt someone no matter how uncomfortable I am. I can detect a handler with just a sentence from their mouth or a simple look. I can lie in a lie detector and get away with it. I can fight. I can torture. I can kill.

But I can't ice skate.

Billy is patiently waiting for me to enter the rink. He's with a knowing grin in his face, as if he's thinking I'll chicken out. I look at him one last time and raise my foot to take a ste—

No, not now. It'll be too slippery.

"Let's go, Mikaelson!" He exclaims in a mocking voice. "You're like this for 10 minutes!"

I analyze the ice again to see if it'll break if I step on it. I'm underweight, lighter than Billy and many of the people I'm seeing in the rink, so the ice will handle me too right? It's just 114 pounds (52kg)! It won't break by it... I think.

Testing the floor with the tip of my ice skate, I conclude it'll remain intact with my addition, which gives me courage. I let the cold air of New York fill my lungs before closing my eyes to not see me catastrophically fall in front of dozens of people. Raising my leg to take a good step on the thin ice, I feel my foot touch the slippery floor and—
Retreat it before touching it completely.

"C'mon, Kat!" Billy groans. "Just take a step as if you'd walk!"

Chicken out doesn't sound like a bad idea right now.

"Let me have my time, damn it!" I curse at him.

"I let it before we went to the line, when we were in the line, while putting the skaters and now for 10 minutes! You've had enough."

"No, I haven't."

"Yes, you have. Now c'mon! Don't make me drag you out."

I certainly don't want this. It'll be too embarrassment for an entire year. After all, I have a reputation to maintain. A reputation that make everyone think I can do everything and ain't afraid of nothing.

Okay, Katherine. You can do this.

I put my two feet on the ice before I regret it. However, it doesn't go as planned, because that slippery floor makes me stumble on my own feet and almost fall. If it wasn't for the rink's rail, I'd already had beaten my head and be freezing on the ice.

The coldness of the metal is beginning to pass through the wool of my gloves, but even though it'll burn me, I won't let it go. This is the only thing is standing me and the only way I'll let you is if I'm a corpse.

"See?" I try to give Billy a convincing smile as he's dark brown eyes are too skeptical in my opinion. He can't know I've never done that. It'll be my end! "I told you I just had to have my time."

"Oh, yeah?" I nod. "Skate to me then."

I gulp, my stomach dropping in fear. "What?"

"You've heard me."

"Actually, I haven't. There's too much people here, too much noise."

"I know you've heard me, Katherine."

"No, I haven't."

He raises an eyebrow, and I try to straighten my posture to look confident. Ignoring the chills in my spine and goosebumps on my skin, I also make an attempt to do an indifferent look for him, as if I was only patiently waiting the next sentence it'll leave his mouth.