Challenges - Set by Confusedknight, who by the way, I no longer think is sane.
A short fic with a few chapters. Originally meant to be One-Shot, later changed because it would have to be very long to be a one-shot. And I know it says humour, but I'm not quite sure about it yet, I might add humour, but maybe not. Just so you know...
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Disclaimer - I own
nothing
Summary - Kel is
pregnant. She has to tell Alanna, Lord Wyldon, Raoul, Neal, Dom,
Owen, Merric and Tobe of this "joyful" news. Guess how everyone reacts! You'll find out here :D
Note - Confusedknight told me to write this because she wanted a fic like this.
If you like
fluff, you better enjoy this fic, because I, CitrusFruit, the mighty
Queen of Citrus Land, am writing a fluffy story, and you probably
will never get this opportunity again. I usually try to
refrain from writing fluffy stories because to be frank, I suck
at fluff. I just don't do "fluff". (Moderate fluff, nothing too major.) Thank you, Enjoy
the story.
Slightly Out of
Character.
For instance, Sir Keladry, or better known as Kel to her friends, had undoubtedly killed Blayce, creator of killing machines "powered" by children's souls. Her friends, even more bizarrely included Neal, a powerful healer and scholar who oddly seems to have a nickname of Meathead. Can you possibly believe how and in what way would a seemingly very clever man be nicknamed Meathead? That's another story. Also included in her list of friends are Owen of Jesslaw, a remarkable man who seems to have a certain fondness for saying "jolly", Lord Raoul the Giant Killer, close friend of the King and her knight master, Merric of Hollyrose a curly read head and then of course, there is the sweet and yet rather wild Tobe, a boy she'd picked up on one of her travels.
Sergeant Domitan of Masbolle however, joined our fair knight Kel with his squad, The Third Company, during her voyage to Scanra and captured her brave heart. Of course, it also helped that his cousin, Nealan was Kel's best friend, but let's ignore that part and make it sound more romantic. Our funny Sergeant friend was also the one to introduce the "Meathead" name to Kel. So all in all, I think you'll agree that this is a very sweet and compatible union in that stage of life.
Now, at the peak of their blissful marriage, both Kel and Dom are still happily married and probably will be for the rest of their lives, although they may run into some problems sometimes in their lives seeing that they are both quite "unique" in their own ways. Kel, seemed to try to beat up older more experienced boys when she was training to be a knight, and well, Dom, was Dom, and with Meathead, you never quite know what may happen.
Kel woke up in the morning, very groggy, wondering what happened the night before. Suddenly, she was hit with a "pang" and Kel knew exactly what happened. There was a banquet. There was lots of wine. There was Neal, Owen, Dom, Merric, and... Raoul? Somehow, they managed to get her to drink... a lot. She got up from bed, noticing that Dom was sat on a chair, doing paperwork. Accounts, finances, no doubt probably for Masbolle, his father was getting quite old after all. Slowly, she stood up, wincing as the cold hard ringing echoed around her head.
She croaked, 'Dom.' Kel had never in her life ever drunk more than a few cups of wine in one go. She got the feeling that last night far exeeded a few cups. She suddenly felt an overwhelming urge to vomit. Ignoring the pain in her head, she rushed to privy oblivious to the worried cries of Dom who just realised that his wife was awake.
'Kel!' Dom exclaimed rushing to the aide of his wife, who was conveniently retching all the food that was previously in her stomach.
'Kel, are you alright?' he inquired.
Kel glared a "what do you think" look at Dom, which was all she could before continuing to retch.
Dom was slightly confused and torn into two. What to do what to do! He could either run and grab Neal to heal her someway plus, it would allow Kel to take out her anger (Meathead was always a very good person to punch), or stay by his wife's side and sooth his Protector of the Small. He thought it through, and either way he was going to get hit, may as well bring Neal down with him. (lol... I'm sure Dom wouldn't do that in real life, but that's why I said out of character.)
Dom ran out leaving Kel to her business as he ran down to the infirmary. He suspected that quite a few people would be having hangovers of the century, luckily Dom had a stash of hangover potion that worked extraordinarily well which he picked up from an apothecary in Masbolle. Believe me, if you spent life with in the Own, you'd need them. However, unfortunately for Kel, he had drunk the last of it that morning.
He'd reached the infirmary when he saw a small queue of people who he recognised. They were Kel's friends, Merric and Owen being very dramatic as they drunk the foul potions that were diluted with water in their cups. Dom rushed in and yelled.
'Meathead!' knowing that this was the only thing that would make Neal rushing up to him in less than 3 seconds.
'Morning Cousin.' Neal glared daggers. 'What brings you and your weird nicknames to my lovely and warm infirmary?' he continued while smiling fakely.
'Kel needs your help, she's having a major hangover from the drink that you happily coaxed her into drinking when you know very well that she doesn't dr-' he was interrupted by Neal, who Dom swore seemed to have fear in his eyes.
'What!' Neal exclaimed before rushing off to the store cupboard and nervously finding some vials then running off in the direction of Kel and Dom's room. Dom could distinctively hear Neal mumbling to himself. 'Does she remember? Oh Mithros! She'll have my hide! I really do hope that she doesn't have any weapons close to hand, I do NOT want to have a shukushen at my neck at any time of my life thank you very much! Why Neal, why do you have to be such a handsome, stupid prick who just had to get Kel hideously drunk? Why? Why!...' his voice trailed off as he rushed down the hall.
Dom chuckled, thinking "Once a Meathead, always a Meathead" before remembering the problem at hand and rushing to his wife.