"This is big..." You look at the cello.
"Yes I can imagine." Camus nods.
"I'm so gonna do this!" You sit in the chair next to Camus eagerly. "So how do you do this?" You ask looking at it. "You do it." You look at him and sit with your legs crossed.
He sighs softly and begins to play the instrument. It was a gentle melody that lulled the eager air in the room it a soft relaxing state. "The things you can do with that thing.." You murmur watching his hands glide perfectly, creating a soft tune. You begin to hum along smiling brightly at him. His expression softened at you and he smiled back. "I love it..." You whisper through slightly parted lips. The song ends and you melt into your chair. "You're so good..." You sigh,
"I could never be able to play like that." You murmur.
"I'm sure you'd be able to do it." He smiled putting his hand in your hair and tussling your soft (h/c) locks.
"But it just looks so cool when you do it.." You grumble bringing your knees to your chest and letting out soft, inaudible complaints. You were positive Camus hated it when you did that, but it was a force of habit and he didn't have to sit there and listen he got to sit there and listen, it's a privilege.
 "Come on, (y/n)." He sighed pinching your cheek gently between his fingers. "It'll be fine." He promised in a reassuring tone. "Try it." He pushed.
"Well..okay.." You murmur putting your feet on the floor.
"Move your elbow that way.." Camus got up from his seat and began guiding your arms gently to the proper positions. "Relax a little.." He chuckled into your ear. You let out another grumble of a complaint. "You're so afraid, it's cute." He laughed gently, his lips brushing your ear. You let out a wordless squeak of embarrassment before successfully forming the word, "thanks.." He laughs and kisses the skin behind your ear.
"You're all tense, calm down." He chuckled noting moving his hands from your wrists.
"I can't...I don't even know how to play one of these things!" You say shuffiling in your seat.
"It never hurt to try."
"Ever hear the phrase, 'curiosity killed the cat'?" You yelped.
"Aw, touche'." He chuckled and let go of your wrists. "Try it."
"Okay.." You take a deep breath, and begin playing. About 10 seconds in you stop an let out a yelp of defeate. "Camus I can't!" You whine putting
your head on his abdomen.
"It wasn't that bad." He soothed.
"No it was." You shake your head.
"It's fine.." He promised picking your head up. "It sounded fine."
"Stop lying, your nose is gonna grow Camus."
"Aw, have a little more confidence." He chuckled pulling on your cheek.
"Quit pulling on my face, Camus." You smile swatting his hands away. He smiled back and tugged you face closer to him by your chin.
"Alright.." He promised to not pull on your face anymore.
Your eyes flutter closed as his lips get closer to your's, you concentrate on holding his precious cello up as your lips meet.
"I don't really have to try to play this thing again right?" You whisper into Camu's lips.
"No, I won't torturer you anymore (y/n)." He laughed in a gentle whisper.
"Thanks.." You laugh back, "it only sounds good when you play it anyways." You add still making an effort not to drop it.
"Give your self a little more credit! At least you tried." He caressed your cheek in his big hands and laughed gently.
"I guess your right!" You nod smiling brightly in his direction.
"That's worth something isn't it?" He smiled back and kissed you again, "honestly a girl as pretty as you really should have a little more confidence, I mean everyone you meet takes a liking to you." He tugs gently on the ends of your hair. "Yet you don't seem to notice how many people care about you." He sighed, "you're denser than a pile of rocks, you know that (y/n)?" He chuckles softly and kisses you again.
"But that's okay, it's just one of the reasons I love you so much." He promised in between kisses.
"I love you (y/n)," he gave your cheek another squeeze.
"I love you too, Camus."

BEE AND PUPPYCAT BLACK BUTLER SEASON THREE FREE SEASON TWO BRAVEST WARRIORS I'M SO HAPPYYYY! Okay, so on a more story related not this isn't really about reader-chan playing the cello but I put it in there I've been going through a lot and I whipped this up to make me feel better, then I watched some Cartoon Hangover and curled up eating pizza :/ how I function but this is Camus's chapter, I didn't know what to write for the cello so I wrote a fic to make me feel better *x* srry if you don't like it #-# I've been drawing and posting on instgram a lot too I only have 130 followers but me no care.

I'll make your heart go, Doki, Doki ~Xreader