#tsundere ornstein

[mrslittletall]

Title: A Storm is coming (Chapter 8) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Chosen Undead/Dragon Slayer Ornstein Word Count: 3.344 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16603610/chapters/44733007 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/184714873284/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-7-fandom-dark

Summary: Ornstein gives Tempest a bath. The training begins. Tempest questions the cooking skills of the dragon slayer.

(Author's note: Oh boy, time for some fluff ^^ I want to get them into friends and lovers eventually, so we have to start somewhere, no?)

“Train me?”, Tempest stood up, still trying to process what his ears had just heard.

“I have spoken clearly the first time. You definitely need to be shaped into a warrior.”, Ornstein surveyed Tempest and added in a snarky tone: “I would like to shape you into a knight, but I feel that is beyond hope.”

“So, um, what do you want me to do?”, Tempest asked.

“First, it is time to get this armour off you.”, Ornstein came nearer and started undressing Tempest, who lowly squeaked in protest. Once every piece of armour had been clattered to the ground, Ornstein, who had grabbed Tempest wrist into his own gauntlet, stared at him aghast.

“Right, I forgot that this happens to you when you die. Please reverse this.”, he said, averting his gaze.

“Um, fine.”, Tempest left briefly to reverse his hollowing at the nearby bonfire, the firekeeper staring at him, after all, he only was clothed with a loin cloth now, before returning to Ornstein, starting to freeze a bit, being underdressed like this. While a lot of his senses turned off because he was undead, his blood still was flowing, hollowed out or not and naturally his body tried to stay warm.

When Tempest returned to Ornstein, the dragon slayer stared at him. “By the lord, I thought you had the decency to get properly dressed, why are you running around half naked?!”

“Um...”, Tempest started. He wasn't even sure why he hadn't put any clothes on. He had worn this armour for so long that it didn't even occur to him. “I thought it was part of the training.”, he finally brought out. Ornstein however, still stared at him.

“Ugh, I thought it was your hollowed out form that was reeking so much, but apparently your last bath has been ages ago. Look at all this dirt.”, he scolded while gesturing with both hands to Tempest body, which certainly was covered in quite a bit dirt. “I certainly won't train you, when you stink up the air like that. It is time for you to take a bath.”

Before Tempest could protest, the dragon slayer had picked him up with one hand and just slumped him over his shoulder, heading for the cathedral. While being carried like this, Tempest noticed that Ornstein seemed to limp a tiny little bit. Guilt washed over Tempest. Ornstein probably had gotten injured when he had been searching for him in the archives.

Once Ornstein had entered the cathedral, he headed straight for the part that Tempest didn't even had noticed when first having entered the marvelous building. At least this time he didn't had to be afraid of any silver knights. Tempest admired a bit how Ornstein was able to find his way in this big cathedral so easily when he remembered how often the dragon slayer had took wrong turns in the archives. Well, Ornstein had lived here for a millenia, of course he would know his way around here.

In front of a particular room, Ornstein finally put Tempest down.

“Wait here.”, he said and then undid his armour. Wait wait wait... did Ornstein intend to go into the bath with him? Tempest assumption only seemed to verify when the dragon slayer also attempted to undo the shirt he wore and neatly folded and laid it into a shelf near the door to the room. Tempest already braced himself for the dragon slayer to let fall his trousers, but he simply picked Tempest back again, entered the room and the next thing Tempest knew was that he had been thrown into hot water.

He emerged from the water, coughing and spitting it out where it had entered his lungs. Looking down at him, Tempest realized that he didn't wore his loin cloth anymore. Staring at the side of the big pool, where Ornstein stood, he could see that the dragon slayer casually threw it on the ground.

“That was a bit far.”, Ornstein called over to him. “Come back.”

Shrugging, Tempest came back to the side where Ornstein was kneeling. He actually had to swim there, the water felt quite deep for him. He figured, it was because the bath had been made for the likes of Ornstein, who naturally were a lot taller than humans. As soon as he was at Ornstein's side, he asked: “So, to actually clean myself, I need a washing cloth and soap.”, Tempest said. The dragon slayer didn't say anything. Instead, Ornstein himself drew out the desired items and started to rub Tempest himself.

“Look at this dirt. Just how long has it been since you cleaned yourself?”, Ornstein asked with a wrinkled nose.

“I don't think I had any bath since I left the Undead Asylum.”, Tempest answered truthfully.

“Gross. You have been to Blighttown!”, Ornstein practically shouted the last word while continuing to scrub the dirt away from him. Tempest in fact noticed a few cuts, bruises and what seemed to be freshly clotted bleeds on the dragon slayer's bare chest along a myriad of old scars, mostly burns. His chest tightened when he laid his eyes on a particular big scar across his chest, the one that had struck the dragon slayer down. Ornstein suddenly stopped scrubbing and said: “Stop staring.”

Tempest quickly avoided his gaze and being completely at the mercy of the dragon slayer, didn't dare to say another word, until Ornstein handed a fresh washing cloth to him. “Do your private parts yourself.”, he said and sat down, closely watching Tempest.

Tempest accepted the washing cloth but before he actually started to clean himself, he asked: “Um, do you intent to watch me doing this?”

“Oh, sorry, I used to give the little ones bathes and when I kept my gaze off them they would just escape. I just can't get rid of this habit.”, Ornstein said and turned around to give Tempest some privacy. Tempest had no clue about who Ornstein even had talked. Did he had kids once? Little siblings? Or was he referring to pets like a dog? Once Tempest was done, he exclaimed it loudly and asked if he was allowed to leave the pool now.

“Look at all this dirt.”, Ornstein gestured to the part of the pool that had practically blackened by all the dirt before giving Tempest a towel. “I am going to find a few clothes for you, just don't wander away.” With that words the dragon slayer left and Tempest was left alone to dry his body off.

Tempest just had finished rubbing his hair dry when the dragon slayer returned and tossed a few black leather clothes in front of him. “Unfortunately, Ciaran's clothes are the only ones that may fit you.”, he said. Tempest picked the clothes up. Nothing too bad, just some simple pants and a vest. No underwear though. Well, Tempest would hopefully be able to wash his loincloth later. It still laid on the side of the pool.

After slipping into the clothes, it became apparent that they had been made for a female body, but they fit Tempest well enough. He felt both lighter and a lot more unprotected without the elite knight armour. After Tempest was dressed, Ornstein, who had put on his armour (and hopefully his shirt) back again in the meantime, nodded in satisfaction and ordered him to follow. They ended up at the large area near the bonfire.

“Pull out your weapon and show it to me.”, Ornstein ordered and Tempest did so, pulling the Katana out and presented it to the dragon slayer. He took it and eyed it thoroughly.

“A weapon from the east. Has a nice edge to it, very sharp blade, makes foes bleed quickly. However, breaks easily. How did you even come into the possession of such a weapon? They aren't exactly common here.”

That actually was a rather funny story. In the Undead Burg, Tempest had found a merchant but unfortunately had lacked any souls to actually buy anything from him at the moment, so he politely declined his wares, which only prompted the merchant to say out aloud, that he should fall off a cliff. Annoyed by such a mean thing, Tempest had shoved the merchant and accidentally scratched him with the tip of his sword, which the merchant had took as cue to attack him with this particular katana. But before he could do anything, the merchant had lost balance and fell down the burg. Tempest had picked up the katana later at the place where he had died. The merchant never appeared again. He either moved on or had become hollow.

Tempest opened his mouth and said “Well.”, intending to tell this story, when the dragon slayer already interrupted him. “Show me which other weapons you have.”

Tempest closed his mouth and went for the bottomless box at the bonfire, returning with every weapon he had picked up so far. It weren't too much. A combination of swords, a mace, an axe, some spears. Tempest actually expected that Ornstein picked up one of the spears, but instead, he went for a straight sword.

“Straight swords are a good weapon to start with.”, Ornstein explained. “You can use a very versatile movement with them and they are quite sturdy.” Ornstein swung the sword around a bit, did a thrust attack, a slash, a slice and series of quick slashes in demonstration. Tempest only stared at awe. This knight in front of him really knew what he was doing. He felt like he had always just blindly swung his weapon around.

“However.”, Ornstein continued, “The best sword won't do anything when its bearer can't wield it correct. Here.”, he tossed the sword to Tempest. “I need to know how well you handle yourself in a duel so that I have a base to start.” Ornstein picked up another sword for himself, leaning his dragon slayer spear against a wall.

“What, I shall duel you?”, Tempest asked aghast.

“You already won against me, remember?”, the dragon slayer replied. “Now prepare yourself.”

That was the only warning Tempest got before Ornstein lunged at him and struck him with his own sword. Tempest winced in pain and rolled away, a method that had been rather effective for dodging the strikes of his mostly far larger foes.

Ornstein turned around and swung his sword at him, Tempest quickly threw his own in the air, trying to block the blow, but got quickly overwhelmed by the quick follow up strikes that the dragon slayer pressured onto him. After what felt like less a minute, he laid on the ground, the sword tip on his throat and Ornstein simply said: “Dead.”

Tempest was grateful when the dragon slayer removed the sword tip from his throat, casually leaning it over his shoulder, when Tempest crawled back up. Was this really the same guy he had fought in the cathedral? It felt like the Ornstein the cathedral had either been weakened or had been going easy on him. No, Tempest didn't think he did go easy on him. Sometimes he had been killed in two strikes. But when Ornstein had put this pressure on him when with the executioner, Tempest wouldn't have stand the slightest chance.

“Everything is off about your stance.”, Ornstein said, coming closer to Tempest. “You need to correct it.” The dragon slayer forcefully touched Tempest arms, legs and waist and bent him into a what felt like a very awkward stance for Tempest.

“Hold this for 30 minutes, then we can continue.”, Ornstein said, leaning against the wall next to his spear.

While Tempest tried to hold the pose Ornstein had forced him into, he had some time to observe the dragon slayer. After a short while, Ornstein put the sword down he had used to duel with and instead picked up his spear again, just staring blankly at nothing. Or at least his lion helmet made it look like this. Tempest didn't like this awkward silence and decided to try for some smalltalk.

“I didn't knew you were so good with a sword. I thought the spear was your favoured weapon.”

“The spear is my favoured weapon, but I have trained the silver knights for a millennia to use swords. Of course I know how to wield a sword.”

“So when you favour spears, why do you want to train me with a sword?”

“Better basics. Easier to teach. Spears are more specialized. By the way, your stance is crumbling.”

That was true, Tempest wasn't able to hold it any longer and pretty much stumbled on the ground.

“Ouch, my entire body feels like hurting.”, he complained.

Ornstein sighed beneath him. “That could take some time...”

And so they continued the session, Ornstein occasionally coming over to Tempest to forcefully correct his stance (Tempest swore he could hear his bones creak). This procedure continued until it was night all of a sudden. Tempest hadn't even noticed that the sun had gone down. Instead, it was like someone had pulled a switch and made the day into the night. “That was sudden...”, Tempest mentioned.

“Gwyndolin has gone to sleep, then we should call it a day too.” Ornstein said and started to get into motion, walking towards the cathedral. Tempest followed him.

“So, uh, why was it dark all of a sudden? What has it to do with the dark sun going to sleep?”, Tempest asked Ornstein.

“Hmm.. I thought you already had found this out.”, Ornstein said. “Didn't you notice something strange about the sun while we were out there?”

“The night came far too sudden, I didn't even saw the sun move.”, Tempest said and it hit him like a brick. “The sun didn't move! Not a single time until I have arrived here. It must have been several days! Why didn't I ask myself why it was never night until now?”

“So you figured that this town is covered in an eternal dusk. It always was the time when Anor Londo looked most beautiful.”

“So it's an illusion?”, Tempest asked, having to make an effort to keep up with Ornstein's long steps. Tempest looked in the sky to see a risen full moon. “A full moon, a dark sun...”, he whispered to himself. He glanced at Ornstein but the dragon slayer apparently was done talking with him.

Back at the cathedral, Ornstein assigned a room to Tempest. It clearly once had been used as a guest room, aside from a bed, a cupboard and a table with chairs nothing was in it. Tempest didn't need to sleep, but lying down on a bed would be more comfortable when he had to wait for the night to pass.

Besides showing Tempest the room, Ornstein hadn't give him any further instructions. While Tempest's bones and muscles did hurt, a quick sip of Estus eased the pain and he didn't feel like lying on the bed for several hours, so Tempest decided to explore the cathedral on his own. He was just walking through the hallways, when he smelled a horrible stench, like someone burned something up really bad. Apparently, having a bath made him sensitive to scents again, after Blighttown he had pretty much given up on using his nose ever again. It hadn't occurred to him that his own stench had been at fault for this.

Tempest followed the stench to find an open door. Silently, he peaked in and saw Ornstein sitting at the table of a room that very much looked like a kitchen, reluctantly staring at whatever it was that he had cooked up. Seeing the kitchen, it itched in Tempest's hand. It had been so long, far too long. But the sight of the dragon slayer at the table, trying to eat an awful meal, made him reluctant to go in. He didn't know if Ornstein simply was a terrible chef or if this was some form of self punishment, so the small Undead decided to move on.

The next day they continued their training. This time Tempest managed to hold the stance the desired time, so that Ornstein was satisfied with moving on to the next step. Which consisted in drillling every possible way a sword could be swung into Tempest's head. And the dragon slayer was a strict one, Tempest couldn't count how many times he had to repeat a certain strike until Ornstein was finally satisfied. Like the day before, they only stopped after the day had switched to the night.

This evening Tempest peaked into the kitchen again, seeing Ornstein eating a dish that made his nose turn up. This continued for several days until Tempest was sure about one thing.

This wasn't some kind of self-punishment, Ornstein simply was a terrible cook and his growing reluctance to eat day after day surely showed that he didn't enjoy his meals. In Tempest a plan took shape.

The small Undead had snuck into the kitchen before the dragon slayer would get up and rummaged around in the supplies. To his surprise, he saw that there were plenty. There were so much ingredients, he never had seen so many at home. Tempest gathered everything he needed and got ready to prepare them, cutting up vegetables and meat, getting spices ready that were neatly stacked on a rack. He quickly put the one labeled with bone dust away though, putting it far behind the others, so that he never would accidentally grab it.

Tempest fired up the oven with his pyromancy and intended to put a pot on it, but he was too small to actually reach it. Looking around, Tempest spooted a footstool in the corner and put it in front of the oven, stepping on it, getting the pot ready and starting to cook the stew with the prepared ingredients. Even though Tempest himself didn't taste a lot anymore, his sense of smell was still excellent and so he should be able to dish out something nice. At least it would taste better than whatever it was that Ornstein had been cooking. Soon, the kitchen was filled with a nice smell. After the stew was done, Tempest covered the pot with a lid to keep it warm and waited.

Soon enough, the dragon slayer entered the kitchen, hair neatly tied back into a ponytail, but not in his iconic armour yet, instead, in that simple linen clothes he usually wore underneath. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Tempest leaning against the wall. “What the...?”

“Surprise.”, Tempest blurted out, removing the lid of the stew and filling up a plate with it. “You have never asked me, but I am quite a decent chef. I thought I should thank you for training me with a little meal.”

The brows of the dragon slayer furrowed, but then his gaze softened. Tempest put the plate on the table, placed a spoon in it and retreated to the wall again. Ornstein came over to take a look. He sat down, stared into the stew for a few minutes and then put the spoon up to have a taste of it. Tempest vibrated with excitement.

“That tastes... nice.”, Ornstein said. “Not as good at Smough's, but... it's warm.”

Tempest was satisfied. That felt like the most of a compliment he could get out of the dragon slayer's mouth.

“I am going to the training grounds and wait there for you.”, Tempest said, standing up from leaning against the wall and approaching the kitchen door. When he was almost through it, he heard the dragon slayer say: “Wait...”

Tempest turned around. “Yes?”

“Would you cook again..? Not.. not because I like it very much or so, but... it is still better than mine, so...”

A big grin flashed over Tempest's face. “Of course.”, he said.

(Author's note: Time for Tsundere Ornstein. Also, I want to thank Sekiro for teaching me how sword fights are looking like! Thank you, Sekiro!) Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/185270390139/title-a-storm-is-coming-chapter-9-fandom-dark

[girlvinland]

How about *checks notes* NK and Eygon

God finally 😆 ty person I totally didn’t have a discussion with about this.

I only put the dynamic thing for NK because I love a solitary NK but he clearly works well with both KotS and Ornstein. Also look everyone is right about him except the people who say he didn’t have a thing for Ornstein I don’t take criticism on that.

As for Eygon, I don’t wanna talk about it. The discourse that surrounds this man I just tend to ignore and block people on sight if I don’t already know them lol. For gods sake when you fight him (if you fight him as part of Irina’s bad ending), he tries to drink from his flask and the implication is that he gave it to Irina. Don’t complain to me bc you don’t understand a tsundere bitch. Also he’s from Carim of course he sucks (affectionate).

[ornstein]

NKstein, Orndead and Solaire/Oscar for the ship meme ^^

NKSTEIN: answered

ORNDEAD

This ship is my: DRUG

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

General opinion: Tsundere Ornstein wants his senpai to notice him

OSCAR/SOLAIRE

This ship is my: shoulders shrugging

I consider this ship’s feelings: Mutual | Mixed | Strange | Awkward | Platonic | Sibling-like | One-sided | They don’t really like each other |

I’d consider the relationship: Healthy | Awkward | Abusive | Doesn’t work properly | They’d never get together |

Children: No | Yes | They’d think about it

General opinion: I think they look cute together, but the ship doesn’t get my interest. Maybe I see them more as a brothers in arms kind of thing.

[crimsonlocks]

hc + flirting for both?

Ornstein can’t flirt at all, that is probably most apparent in my fanfic Storm, where he turns into a full blown tsundere instead of admitting that maybe, eventually, it could be, that he likes the little Storm? But nah. But mostly it is because of anxiety. Ornstein is pretty shy and talking with people terrifies him. That he can apparently talk fine to people in RPs has to do with his armour, he wears his armour and can slip in a persona that is confident and not afraid of people, but that isn’t truly him. So Ornstein can’t flirt at all. It is all mutual pining and yearning for him, hoping that one day the person of his desire may pick up on his feelings. Laurence can flirt just fine when he wants to get someone into bed, he is awfully good at sweet talking, at letting them feel special and coaxing them into having sex with him. When it comes to people he has a genuine crush on though? He can’t flirt. He is too confused figuring out the romantic attraction. He likes someone.. and wants to be with them... without ending up in bed with them? Sure, it would be nice, but is not his main goal? He just wants them to notice him and the moment they are in the room, he can barely talk and form coherent thoughts. Yeah, Laurence is good at flirting for benefits and awful at flirting when it is genuine.

[mrslittletall]

Im suddenly very curious what would happen if someone dressed Tempest up as a sheep and put him infront of Ornstein??

[mrslittletall]

For the Ship Ask Game: Ciaran/Artorias, Gehrman/Maria, Laurence/Ludwig, Ashen One/Fire Keeper, hoo boy, the list would go on if I got into any Ornstein or NK ships or more BB! I'm so sorry for the longer list which I know is mostly positive, feel free to choose whichever. I am so curious about your ships in general, but the questions the meme asks for these ones fascinates me.

Ship Meme

Alright then, let’s tackle it!

Ciatorias

Ship it

What made you ship it? The implication of the game. It seems like Ciaran had a crush on Artorias and maybe even a relationship with him? It feels telling that she followed him to Oolacile and even gave up being a knight after his death. 

What are your favorite things about the ship?

Size difference again. Also, Artorias is that huge himbo and Ciaran is that tiny snarky assassin. They just play well with each other. Also, Ciaran can be a bit tsundere with him and Artorias always falls for it. If Ornstein sees it, he has a hard time not laughing, confusing Artorias even more. 

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Probably that Ciaran is straight, because it is an unpopular opinion to headcanon a character as straight here on tumblr. 

Gehrmaria

Ship it

What made you ship it? SPITE.

What are your favorite things about the ship? Maria and Gehrman are pretty much equals in terms of strength and they show it even in their relationship. Nobody of them is really dominant or submissive, both when it comes to sex and their general dynamics. They are a true power couple and it is said that beasts shiver on the street when they appear together.  Also, Gehrman can get really adorkable around Maria. Sometimes they like to team up to tease Laurence, but Maria normally stops it when she sees that he gets to upset ^^ Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

Pretty much that I ship it. A lot of people are very against that ship. I don’t care. They are cute and I ship them. They have a six year age difference in my verse, you weirdos. Don’t force your headcanons on me.  LauLu

Ship it

What made you ship it? They are kinda like knight and prince. Laurence as the head of the church, a genius but not a good fighter, and Ludwig as his paladin. 

What are your favorite things about the ship? Laurence can let himself feel completely at ease when with Ludwig. He doesn’t have to be the Vicar then, doesn’t have to worry about the beastly scourge or to keep up his image. He just loves to sit on Ludwig’s lap and cuddle with him or take walks with him or goes out with him to have some tea in a tea house. Because Ludwig is seen as his body guard, nobody bats an eye about them being seen together. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? That ship is pretty popular, but I don’t think I have any unpopular opinions about it. Ashen One/Fire Keeper

What made you ship it? Various fanfiction. I also kinda like the dynamic they have, but like it even more when Ashen One makes Fire Keeper feel like more than their servant.

What are your favorite things about the ship? Fire Keeper learning to let go and love. She is so caught in her duty, that she doesn’t feel a lot of emotions at first, purely seeing the Ashen One as the means to an end. It is when they start to give her gifts, spend time with her, braid her hair etc, that she starts to think more fondly about thim. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship? I don’t think so. 

[mrslittletall]

♡ and ☆, But for Ornstein and the little storm!

Headcanon Time

♡ - romantic headcanon

Tempest, without fail, brings Ornstein breakfast to bed every single day when they are in a relationship.  Ornstein, on the other hand, will always make sure to provide Tempest with the ingredients he needs for his cooking and will organize the best cooking materials for him. 

☆ - happy headcanon

Well, my happy headcanon for Ornstein in this pairing is, that Tempest is actually slowly healing him from his grief. He just hasn’t realized it now, but because he spends all this time to look out for him and because Tempest makes sure to talk to Ornstein a lot, he is forced to stay at his side and he has grown incredibly fond of this little Undead. He doesn’t have too much time to angst much about his past losses anymore. Also, just one look into that smiling face and he melts away.  What makes Tempest very happy is that he is able to cook for someone again. Cooking has always been his passion and it had bothered him a lot atually, that he had lost his sense of taste as an Undead. Luckily his sense of smell is still there, so that he at least can determine by sniffing it if the food is any good. He doesn’t get at all why he can’t taste, even though he can still smell.  Tempest just loves to cook up meals and watch Ornstein eat them, look at his reaction, wanting to see if he liked them, wants to hear him say that they tasted good. Even though Ornstein was a bit tsundere about it at first, now he genuinely looks forward to Tempest’s cooking and that makes the little Storm very very happy. 

[mrslittletall]

velvialines hat auf deinen Eintrag geantwortet “Title: A Storm is coming (Chapter 8) Fandom: Dark Souls...”

D'awww tsundere Orn <3 <3

I am so glad I finally could put some Tsundere behaviour in him ^^ I have waited for this since the story started ^^

[mrslittletall]

Me, writing on Storm without actually having anything in mind.  Tempest doing cute stuff completely on his own Ornstein’s tsundere levels are going up to 11.