#gwoughstein

[littledrawsandwritesstuff]

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I wanted to write a sickfic with my OT3, Ornstein/Nameless King/Smough. This was the result. Warning for emetophobia of course, Ornstein is having a stomach bug in this one.

[mrslittletall]

Title: The Accusation (Dark Souls Short Story 20) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein/Executioner Smough/Nameless King Word Count: 1.300 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13722741/chapters/42574463

Summary: Gwynfor is missing some of his shirts and accuses Smough to be the thief. The latter, however, knows what really is going on.

(Author's note: Wow, it has been a while, hasn't it? The short stories were pretty dormant, mostly because I have been busy with writing for the Badthingshappenbingo in which a lot of stories landed that were originally planned to be short stories. Then, some stuff in my life happened and writing inspiration has been low, but I feel like I am back now and I still want to explore this characters quite a bit. So enjoy this little story about my OT3.)

Gwynfor stood in front of his closet, staring at it, wondering why he only had one shirt left, when he had just done his laundry and had put the dried up clothes in it just yesterday. That could only mean one thing...

“Smough!”, Gwynfor shouted. “Could you come here for a moment?”

A few moments later he heard the shuffling of big feet and the executioner entered the room. “What is it, Prince?”, Smough wanted to know.

Gwynfor planted himself in front of the closet and extended both arms in the direction of the voidness of clothes. “Would you please explain this to me?”

Smough blinked once, twice, staring at the closet, then he stemmed his hands into his hips. “Very funny, Prince.”, he said. “And why would you think I am the one who stole your clothes? Look at me, I am bigger than you!”

“Yes, but you are at least kind of close to my size. I mean, you can't tell me, that Ornstein took them, he would vanish into them...”, Gwynfor said.

“Prince, let me tell you one thing.”, Smough said. “I was in the same shoes as you right now. My shirts were vanishing one by one. And you know who was the one wearing them? Ornstein!”

Gwynfor stared at Smough first with disbelief but then his expression shifted into one of amusement. “It must look so cute on him.”, he said with a dreamy expression.

“Oh, it is.”, Smough squealed in, but his voice got stern right away. “But! It isn't tolerable for Ornstein to steal our clothes without asking, so we should claim them back. And knowing him, he has hidden them somewhere in the cathedral. Last time it was in our room, but since I found this stash, he has gotten more, uh, creative...”, the executioner explained.

“So I guess we have to search the whole cathedral?”, Gwynfor sighed. “We better get going then. Where should we search first?”

“The hiding places are mostly in rooms he has an emotional bond to.”, Smough said. “I would suggest to search the trophy room first.”

“That reminds me.”, Gwynfor started to tell on their way there, “One time, when Ornstein and I still had to keep our relationship a secret, he would start to steel my panties.” He stopped his story when he heard Smough snorting besides him.

“Now that is just ridiculous. Shirts he can wear easily with a belt, but why would he wear your underwear?”

“He didn't wear it. He sniffed it.”, Gwynfor said this with a blank face and was satisfied to see how the expression of Smough shifted from amusement to a slight anger.

“He NEVER sniffed my panties!”, he grumbled.

“Well, maybe I smell better down there.”, Gwynfor grinned and quickly added when he noticed Smough's glare, “Oh, come on, he is cuddling more with you. Let me have this.”

“It is not my fault that I am squishy and soft.”, Smough answered and the both of them entered the trophy room.

“So, one of his hiding places is putting it into one of the dragon's mouths.”, Smough explained. “Of course he can only use the ones he can reach, but we both know that Ornstein can jump pretty high, so would you check the ones higher up?”

Gwynfor nodded and after a short while he made a find and pulled the cloth out of the dragon's head. “Found it!”, he announced and took a look at the shirt. “Yours.”, he said and tossed it to Smough.

“Ah, I have searched this one for weeks.”, Smough said while catching the shirt. “I told you he was getting creative.”

“So where could we search in addition?”, Gwynfor asked. “I would suspect the conference room for example.”

“Yeah, that is a good bet. He also managed to hid some of them at the statue of his, even though it is quite a bit away.”, Smough explained. “Let's just go to all the places and we should have our clothes back in a bit.”

After a small scavenger hunt both Gwynfor and Smough had found a good portion of their clothes, but some of them were still missing, especially the ones that Gwynfor had just put into the closet. “Also, where is Ornstein?”, Gwynfor questioned. “I haven't seen him since breakfast.”

“Probably napping somewhere in the sunlight.”, Smough answered. “He does this a lot. And, ooooh... I think I know where the rest of your shirts are!” The executioner suddenly stormed off and Gwynfor had to make an effort to catch up to him. Smough had stopped in front of a door which emitted a pleasant scent.

“What kind of room is this? It smells delicious.”, Gwynfor said, taking in the scent.

“Yeah, Ornstein thinks this too and this is why we have to be quiet now.”, Smough whispered and silently turned the handle, tiptoeing into the room. Gwynfor followed and noticed that the pleasant smell came from dozen of herb plants, carefully placed in the room, most of them at sunny spots. Smough sneaked to a very specific corner of the room and Gwynfor soon could see why, because in that specific corner on a bench, Ornstein had curled himself up, clearly wearing one of Gwynfor's shirt and using at least three others as blankets while napping in the sunlight, his ponytail was dangling from the edge of the bench and fell onto the floor. Gwynfor had to do this best to restrain a squeal cause how adorable it looked.

“See?”, Smough whispered, “There he is, using our shirts. I would claim them back, but he is looking to cute like this.” The executioner was looking at their mutual boyfriend with loving eyes. Gwynfor nodded, but suddenly burst out:

“Wait a moment! He is herding our clothes like a dragon would herd its treasure! What a fine dragon slayer he is!”

Gwynfor hadn't realized in time the motions Smough made at him to tone it down and it was indeed to late, cause Ornstein had jerked up, blinking confusedly at them.

“Smough, Master, what are you doing here?”, he asked, yawning, then suddenly snatched all the shirts he had herded. “Don't take them away from me, please...”

“Ornstein, we talked about this...”, Smough sighed. “I told you, you can take my shirts, but how about you ask first instead of stowing them away and making me scavenge hunt the whole cathedral and more? And now you even included the prince in this...”

Ornstein pouted: “Aw, come on, that is no fun.” Then he looked at Gwynfor and the prince could see the guilt shining in his eyes. “Maybe I should have asked first, sorry, Master. Smough is used to this already... I hope you aren't too upset...”

“So I am not getting an apology?”, Smough complained, but Gwynfor could see him grinning. Gwynfor decided to join Ornstein on the bench.

“I don't mind if you wear my clothes.”, he said. “But maybe, don't borrow them right after I have washed them? I need a few of them for my own, you know.” He gave Ornstein's head a few hearty strokes. Smough joined them and laid a hand on Ornstein's shoulder.

“I know that you find great comfort in wearing and surrounding yourself with the clothes of loved ones, but think a bit about us, too, right?”, he said.

Ornstein nodded and cuddled himself at both his boyfriends. “I am sorry, I won't take them without asking anymore.”, he said. “Also, Master, what was this thing about comparing me to a dragon...?”

“You heard that?”, Gwynfor laughed. “Nothing, you are just adorable, that is all.”

[nightmaredaisy]

OTP Songs

Tagged by @mrslittletall Tagging @heliicon @silver-s-blog @modounbubble @pebbletherebel (if y’all feel like it)

boi oh boi i hope you’re ready for a trip down Angst Lane because everything hurts always in my otps (also this is not specific but it’s a general idea of the feels I associate to the ships)

Gehrmaria - Adore, Jasmine Thompson/distance, Christina Perri

Laulu - Sometimes, Ariana Grande/Dynasty, MIIA

Gwynstein - Cool For The Summer, Demi Lovato/Still Here, Digital Daggers

Smoughstein - Beautiful Sinner, Nicky Minaj/Addicted To You, Aviici

(Gwoughstein - I’m Not That Girl, Wicked :P)

Aldrivahn - Half God Half Devil, In This Moment/Howl, Florence and the Machine

Amanus - Monster, Paramore/Dear Boy, Aviici (preferably the acustic version)

Others: Arzy - Runaway, Galantis // Ghisfred - Stay, Kygo // Reinvordt - As Long As You’re Mine, Wicked // Wairby - On My Mind, Ellie Gouldling // Gwyndrich - Witching Hour, In This Moment // Rantep - Power and Control, Marina and the Diamonds

[nightmaredaisy]

@anaurael

I'll make sure to send some in when I think of them. But ahhhgg you have me really interested in the two scenarios you talked about now. Do you have anymore on any of them I would to hear it if you do ^^

boi do I

about the first one: 

Smough has a very colorful array of curses in his mother tongue up his sleeve, and Ornstein got to hear a good chunk of it while they were guarding the Cathedral together. Once they got close he ended up asking Smough about the meaning of some of them, and Smough snickered and started teaching him what everybody first learns when tackling a new language : insults. 

Ornstein never showed it, but he was always a little unnerved by people being able to switch languages so easily (Gough and his fellow giants had their own tongue, and Artorias always had the annoying habit of reverting to Oolacilian whenever there were ambassadors from his mother land around). So when he finally finds NK again and the guy can suddenly speak the snake tongue, Orin gets really exasperated. NK teases him about it playfully showing off his new skill and calling Ornstein pretty names without him knowing, until Orin retaliates by throwing back at him some really complicated expletive in Smough’s dialect.

“...I’m sorry, what”

“Doesn’t feel good, now, does it?”

[nightmaredaisy]

Do you have any more headcanons for Smough/NK/Ornstein because I would love to hear more if you do ^^ (finally got the courage to ask lol)

omg I love them but I can never rememer all the stuff I make up about them lolif you have specific prompts you’d like to discuss feel free to send them in!

I like to play around with a lot of slice of life and worldbuilding stuff in my headcanons, like the idea that Lordran and the surrounding regions have more than one language. Specifically, Ornstein speaks fluently only the common tongue (the language of the Gods), while Smough speaks common and Blighttown dialect (a rural derivation of Izalithian tongue) and NK speaks common,a smidge of Izalithian and draconic from his time in Archdragon Peak. It’s a lot of fun to imagine the other two driving Ornstein wild by chatting in a language he doesn’t understand and looking very smug about it (they don’t actually talk much because Smough’s accent is too thick and quick for NK to keep the pace with what he knows). 

I also have a scene I’m very emotional about in my AU where everybody lives post DS1, where Ornstein comes back to Anor Londo with NK for an emergency visit to Gwyndolin and finds an older, quieter Smough and trips ungraciously over long repressed feelings. Smough never really let go of his own feelings despite accepting Ornstein’s departure, and attempts at reconciliation are spoiled by Smough’s reluctance at getting close in fear of getting his hopes crushed and Orin’s anxiety about having to choose between his Lord and his former partner. All for the sake of angst but nothing a good dose of healthy communication and a “shut up and kiss me” can’t fix.

Then of course there are the more smutty headcanons but this is technically a 80% SFW blog so those have to be kept in the private chats :P