code_geass ◾ ◾ If Milly Married Lloyd...

God I've been trolling Code Geass on Fanfiction.net and needed needed needed to make some serious fanfics as an antidote.... So this one's my first. It's what happened if Milly, sometime beyond the compass of Code Geass, decided to marry Lloyd. It'd be awkward, I can tell....

Oh, and this is Part 1 of a three-part story; more coming up soon.

Relationship: MillyXLloyd
Genre: Unclear; possibly comedy?
Rated: R
Warnings: There's explicit sexuality, though I tried to keep from describing anything graphic. It's just pretty awkward....

I OWN NOTHING!!

“Cecile, this suit feels so....” Lloyd Asplund whined as his assistant Cecile Croomy helped him into his formal attire. “Why can’t I just wear my normal lab coat?!”

“Lloyd this is your wedding we’re talking about!” Cecile scolded, “You want to look your best, don’t you?”

“But this just feels so.... This is not normal!” Lloyd complained, eyeing the tie Cecile held in her hands, one that his fiancee had picked out for him. It was a greenish-white color and had little numbers and mathematical expressions on it.

“Well..., this is the last thing,” said Cecile, wrapping the tie around his neck and pulling it tight with her nimble hands. “You know, you have a wonderful fiancee, to think of you like this.” She indicated the tie, and placed a small red flower inside his jacket pocket.

“Yeah, well....” Although Lloyd hated to admit it, he was feeling pretty nervous. He had never been as close to anyone as he was about to become to Miss Milly Ashford; not even Cecile, his closest companion thus far.

“Oh, don’t you just look perfect?!” Cecile cried, pulling Lloyd over toward the full-body mirror. “Look at yourself!”

Lloyd stared at his reflection; dressed in black, with patent-leather shoes and a hand-picked tie. His periwinkle hair, usually so messy, was combed straight across, and shone from Cecile’s grooming handiwork. He didn’t look bad at all, but just... so different. “Not normal,” he muttered under his breath before going out.

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Milly, meanwhile, was putting on her long, white wedding dress, with help from her family. It had long sleeves and a very high neck, all made of a thin, see-through gossamer. She put on with her choker (a present from Lloyd, made out of 14-karat gold) as her mother fastened the zipper and clasp in back of the dress and wound orange blossoms into her hair. Milly could see herself in the mirror, looking more beautiful than she could ever remember.

The last thing she put on was her veil and tiara, and then she walked out to go to the wedding.

Her wedding.

Milly Ashford was about to become Mrs. Lloyd Asplund, the wife of the... strangest and yet most endearing Earl she had ever met. She couldn’t believe it. It gave her shivers.

She attempted to calm herself by wondering what Lloyd would think when he saw her. Would he think she was pretty? She was.... But would he tell her so? He wasn’t one to be very forthright about his feelings. Should she let it bother her if he didn’t notice?

“Aargh!” she screamed suddenly. This wasn’t helping her at all. She was thinking like a schoolgirl on her first date! And she was about to be married! She had to try something else. He was in his early thirties and she had just turned twenty-two.... Aah, wrong thoughts entirely! The last thing she wanted was to be discouraged. “I wonder what he’ll be dressed like,” she at last said, to no one in particular, giggling a little at the thought (not impossible) of him coming to the wedding in his old lab coat. In a Knightmare!

“You’ll be so happy,” her father was saying to her, “You made a good decision. Earl Asplund is--”

Milly ignored him. She had heard it all before. Oh what a perfect man was Earl Lloyd Asplund. So rich, so handsome; a fantastic catch. We can restore our status now.... Earl Asplund this and Earl Asplund that. It didn’t matter to her. She was marrying him for him, right? Not just because of everyone else! He was, in fact, the most interesting person she had ever met. It was all on her account that they were even getting married. “Milly, this was your idea; you’ll like it,” she told herself.

They arrived at the big church and walked inside. All her family took their seats next to all of Lloyd’s family. There was no sign of Lloyd, though. Milly flushed bright red with agitation. He wasn’t here. Why was his family here and not him?! Her mother handed her a bouquet, which she took and clutched to her chest.

She waited five minutes; then ten, and still Lloyd was nowhere to be found. Milly’s chest ached with dismay and she shut her eyes to keep from crying. Maybe he wouldn’t come.

After waiting twenty minutes, every other guest had already disappeared into the church’s sanctuary. Milly turned her head and began walking away from the lobby’s clock, head bowed as she cried. Just then, Lloyd burst through the door, dressed in black and dragging a frantic Cecile. “Sorry, I’m not late am I!?” He shouted.

“Lloyd you idiot!” Cecile hissed at him, “You just had to take that Knightmare, didn’t you?! Can’t you see Milly’s crying?! You’re very late, you know!”

“Oh, terribly sorry!” he said to Milly, in the same loud voice.

Milly stared into his face, not sure whether to be happy or unnerved. She continued to cry; but Lloyd apologized so profusely that at last Milly sighed, said “It’s... fine,” and stopped.

The two of them were escorted to the altar: Milly by some of her friends and family; and Lloyd by Cecile. “Do you, Lloyd Asplund, take Miss Milly Ashford to be your lawfully wedded wife,” the priest said, “To love and cherish...” and so on, “...until death do you part?”

“I do,” said Lloyd, in a familiarly mechanical voice, as though this was just a formality he was eager to get over with.

“And do you, Milly Ashford, take Mr. Lloyd Asplund to be your lawfully wedded husband...?” said the priest.

“I... do,” said Milly, as calmly and authoritatively as she dared.

“Then I pronounce you, Mr. and Mrs. Lloyd Asplund, husband and wife.” And everyone cheered.

Milly and Lloyd couldn’t wait for the party afterward. They moved into a large reception area, decked out with elegantly-set tables and a food buffet on one side. The rest of the evening was a blur. Lloyd and Milly sat down together; family members made toasts; everyone ate and drank and danced. “Lemme guess; those are flowers from Citrus sinensis,” said Lloyd, admiring the adornments in Milly’s hair.

“Huh?” said Milly.

“Orange blossoms,” Lloyd clarified in a bored tone of voice.

“Oh, yes they are,” Milly agreed.

“Classy,” said Lloyd.

When it came time for dessert the two of them served everyone wedding cake and pudding. Lloyd himself refused to have a slice of the cake.

“I’ll just have to feed you from my own plate,” Milly teased, shoving a forkful of cake into a reluctant Lloyd’s mouth before he could protest.

“I’ll... mmph... just... s-stick with the p-pudding,” Lloyd grumbled in response.

“Can I at least feed you pudding?” said Milly, digging her spoon into the bowl and drawing out a generous amount.

“Oh, fair enough, I guess,” said Lloyd. His words were met with giggles from Cecile.

After a short while longer, the party guests began to leave. Having said good-bye to everyone, Lloyd and Milly walked hand-in-hand out of the church together, to where Lloyd had stored a big Knightmare frame. “You expect us to go on our honeymoon in that?!” Milly exclaimed.

“I’m not sure about that,” Lloyd said with a sigh, “But anyway I’m taking you back home with me. We can talk about our honeymoon tomorrow.”

“Oh... okay,” said Milly with a shrug.

Part two is here