Random Hc That Wouldnt Leave Me Alone: Lucette As A Child Is An Absolute Prankster. No Matter What Verse.

Random hc that wouldn’t leave me alone: Lucette as a child is an absolute prankster. No matter what verse.

She has pranked Ornstein once by pouring melted chocolate (not boiling hot, obviously. Lukewarm)  into his helmet when it was sitting on a table unoccupied. She mostly did it because her friends had bet that she would be too scared to. Lucette has a bit of an ego.

Ornstein was NOT happy when he attempted to put on his helmet, only to end up covered in chocolate. That’s putting it nicely. He was LIVID.

Artorias found it fucking hilarious.

Yes, she got caught. Yes, she was forced to apologize to Ornstein. Yes, Ornstein made her clean and polish all of his armor for the rest of the afternoon. Under his eagle eye watch. 

Yes, he scolded her the entire time.

“Since you have so much time to waste upon foolish ventures, perhaps it would be better if your energy was directed toward a more productive pursuit besides mere entertainment at the plight of others.”

That wasn’t fun. Lucette learned her lesson though and never pranked him again.

The Lion and the Pup

Alright, let’s talk about Ornstein and Lucette. Ornstein, Captain of the Four Knights and Lucette, daughter of Artorias, the Wolf Knight. 

I have a lot of feelings about these two that I want to articulate but...haven’t quite figured out how to yet. So if this comes off ramblely, my bad.

When Lucette is first brought to Anor Londo, she was entranced and amazed by everything and at the same time, felt scared of it all. Everything and everyone was big and bright, exuding this aura of untouched brilliance.

Ornstein, in this child’s POV, is essentially the personification of that. The first time she saw him was in the throne room and she immediately was intimidated by him, more than by anyone else except Gwyn. She could tell that he was important and very serious.

Since then, Lucette has been extremely intimidated by Ornstein, almost to the point of fear. Luckily for her, that was normal for majority of other people that weren’t close with him. Especially the other children. Whenever the children are playing and run into Ornstein or even cross his path, the atmosphere of the room changes and becomes subdued. They apologize for interrupting him and leave as fast as they can. But at the same time, when he’s faraway and focused on something else, they will eagerly watch him from a distance in awe and make jokes about him.

Lucette is the same way. She will watch him from a distance and yet hide when he’s near. Except, its kinda worse for her because her dad is friends (and something closer) with the other guy. Artorias tried his best to get Lucette to not be so scared of Ornstein. Sometimes, he would bring her to watch the two spar and train. That would be the first time she saw him without his helmet. She would quietly comment (to Artorias) that he was pretty. He reminded her of a greek statue.

That’s as good as she can give. She would still hide behind Artorias’ legs or cape anytime he came to speak with him. Artorias tries to help her by telling her that Ornstein wouldn't harm her and that he actually has a soft center. Not that Lucette believed him.

Keep in mind, she was 7-8 years old.

However, as she got older and became an adult, Lucette’s fear of him lessened and faded over time. By the time she was 20, she was able to have a full conversation with him without being nervous. 

When she was getting married, she heavily encouraged her father to invite Ornstein to the wedding with him and was made sure that the two sat together. Yes, she does ship them. She was honestly mindblown when Artorias told her that they were dating but happy to see her father happy.

This post is getting really long, so I’ll end it here. I’ll talk more about the relationship from Ornstein’s side later on. When I get more of my thoughts straightened out.

Designing Dadverse AU Lucette’s wedding gown is the only thing keeping me going through this zoom class.

I got the thing muted but ya know.....its the thought that counts.

....I will not confirm nor deny that.

AYE ORNSTEIN, ARE YOU KINKY?

Lucette quietly grumbled as she made her way into the room where the others were. She was dressed in the uniform, hair still wet from her bath. No doubt that was going to come back and bite her in the ass later. ‘Are you allergic to properly drying your hair, girl?!’

“No, but it takes forever for my hair to dry. You know that.” Lucette grumbled back, sitting behind an empty table and beginning to eat. She reminded herself to savor the meal because it was going to be a good long, suffering while until she gets more food. It was a struggle to keep her eyes open and not fall face first into her food. How was she supposed to fight and train like this?! ‘By making a new routine and getting accustomed to waking up early. It would do you some good in your daily life as well.’ Lucette rolled her eyes, taking a sip of the tea, only to scrunch her nose up at the taste. Such odd flavors but it will have to do for now. Hmm, she wonders if she could sneak out of training....

kingarise

Lucette tossed a pillow in his general direction, stuffing her head into her blanket to groan loudly, making sure everything nearby knew she was miserable. This was bullshit!

“This is pointless!” She shouted into her blanket, already dreading to get up. Her body did NOT want to move even an inch. And it certainly didn’t want to go out into the cold air.

“What difference does it make training in the morning or afternoon? Training is training.”

‘Unless you want him coming back inside and dragging you out, I’d suggest you get up, bathe, and get dressed. Breakfast will be served soon and since he said that you will train until Midday Meal with nothing more than 5 minute water breaks, you can’t afford to skip.’ “How come you are up so early? What do YOU do?” Lucette burrowed further into the blanket, relishing in her last few blissful moments of warmth and comfort.

‘Make sure my idiot host doesn’t end up late and missing breakfast. Because guess who will have to deal with your whining? Me. So up up! Get to it!’

“Uuuuugggh, fiiiiiine. I’m up, I’m up.”

Lucette pushed aside the blanket, body shivering against the rush of cold air, sighing heavily as she pulled herself out of bed and began to head to the bathroom. Something told her that this was gonna be a rough day.

Bi-Han sat cross-legged behind his usual table. Kuai Liang sat next to him, eyes closed in meditation as the recruits filed in.

The cryomancer scratched at his beard. He had only rarely trimmed his hair when he was out on his personal crusade and the habit had not changed even slightly. The beard made him look a lot less like the frozen corpse his darker abilities had made him out to be over the decades, and a good bit of his own special charm -

‘You’re preening inside like a peacock again.’

‘Can’t you at least be nice and give me one moment where I can bask in how good looking I am?’

Saibot let out a warbling laugh in his mind. Bi-Han rolls his eyes, picking up the glass full of iced tea and draining half of it in one go. Though maybe he should have it trimmed sometimes, don’t need to be looking like his drifter self again when he is the Lin Kuei Grandmaster - well, secondary Grandmaster, the main duties were Kuai Liang’s. He can’t be arsed to deal with the young ones at his age any more.

He scanned his pale eyes over the ranks of the recruits. Most of them were here, pity those ones that had overslept, they’ll be missing breakfast until the midday meal rolls around.

"Papa, are you ever...disappointed in me and how I turned out?"

   Artorias blinked. His mouth might as well have been held ajar by how taken back the question had him. What a fool he was being, he had a duty as a father to fulfill. “No, starlight. No. Never!” he assured her with a tone that hinted that the words had left some personal wound. Without a second thought, he ushered her into a tender embrace, his arms comforting and warm around her. He peeled back to look her straight in the eye. Fingers coaxed a lock of hair behind her ear, a habit he quickly formed in her early years as a show of affection. It was all he wanted her to feel: loved and adored, for that was all she was to him. 

   A dark cloud of doubt crossed his features. Not meant for her, but for himself. “Did I... do something that would make thou think’st so?”