Wedding Cake x2
Title: Wedding Cake
Rating: G
Fandom(s): Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass
Character(s): Ken Joshima, Millay Ashford
Pairing(s): Ken/Millay
Word Count: 312
Summary: Millay brings Ken into a store that he would rather not be in.
Author's Note: Alternate Universe. Meme prompt from the A-Z drabble meme. For regetta who is the Millay to my Ken from an RP.
“What the hell did you bring me here for?”
“Well, we have to prepare, don’t we?”
The blonde hair boy was not happy. No, he was far from it. The place was too white, too decorative, too…
Happy.
He really hated things like this. That’s why he glued himself to the wall closest to the door. The two were only in this situation to help out each other. He needed an engagement to keep the money that was rightfully his. And she, well, besides having the time of her life teasing him, she needed his title to support the academy… Well his title and the money that came with it. But just because they were here on ‘business’, didn’t mean they seriously had to come INTO this store.
“What do you think about this one, Ken?”
“Tch.”
He wanted to leave. The sweet aroma was making him sick.
“Ken, if you want to lose what’s yours, then we have to go through with this, act or not.”
“I know I know!”
But being in here made him so uncomfortable. Why didn’t she understand that? Stupid girl. Stupid miss Millay Ashford.
“Ken.”
“What?”
He was waiting for another smart comment from her. He was ready to retaliate, but when she spoke, her tone changed.
“Honestly… what do you think of this one?”
That compelled the Joshima to walk up to Millay, just enough to stand beside her. He looked the item carefully. He answered him before looking off to the side.
“’s okay, I guess.”
“Good! I’ll be taking this one!”
‘I’ll’ really meant that he was paying for the wedding cake she decided to pick out. Gosh he hated this girl and her whimsical ways. But he found it amazing she could put up with him, endearing almost. Maybe this act could turn into reality. He would never tell her that though.
Title: Wedding Cake
Rating: T (for Ken's language)
Fandom(s): Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass
Character(s): Ken Joshima, Millay Ashford
Pairing(s): Ken/Millay
Word Count: 711
Summary: Millay brings Ken into a store that he would rather not be in.
Author's Note: wishingwaters universe. Meme prompt from the A-Z drabble meme. For regetta who is the Millay to my Ken from an RP. This idea was in my head as well, so I wrote it along with the prompt.
Dreamy eyes as she flipped from page to page. Wedding cakes. They were beautiful. Even as independent as she was, she dreamed of marriage and indulging herself in a cake made just for her and-
“What are you looking at?” He asked, looking over her shoulder. A towel was laced over his head seeing that he had gotten out of the shower. His pants clung to him slightly and his chest still dripped with water. Again, she decided to set herself up in his room. Automatically, she shut the magazine, back cover right side up.
“Oh, nothing~”
“Caught you.”
Ken had a smirk on his face. Figures. Girls had dreams right? Too bad this wasn’t one he was bent on fulfilling.
“How many times do I have to tell you? We ain’t getting married and our engagement-”
“I know I know…”
Millay sighed. It was every girl’s dream to get married. The threads of fate tied these two together. Their ‘engagement’ was a contract. He needed her in order to keep his money, and she needed him to assist in the funding and rebuilding of Ashford academy.
“..But who said I was getting married to you?”
“Don’t pull this shit Millay.”
The blonde male wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much when she mentioned other males and the idea of being together with them. What they had was nothing more than a contract. They weren’t planning on getting married. The title fiancée was just a meaningless title to them, but meant everything to their families. He hated being controlled and to get out it, Ken needed to ‘propose’ to Millay. And for the sake of the Academy which she loved so dearly, she needed to accept his ‘proposal’. The things they did for themselves and not each other.
“Ken.”
“What?”
“Do you ever think about it?”
“About what?”
“Marriage.”
“No. Am I supposed to?”
Ken sat down on his bed towel drying his crazy hair. Millay turned around in his computer chair to face him.
“Why not?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Did it ever occur to you that despite our ‘contract’ I might in fact would like to marry you?”
“The fuck-?”
All right. This girl was bat shit crazy. The feeling and passion of love had finally filled her head with thoughts. Ken honestly thought she was strong enough to combat them and to understand that this was just a simple agreement between them. He never thought her imagination would run wi-never mind. It always did that.
“I’m being serious. I know you have feelings for me.”
“W-what? That’s not-That’s not even true!”
As if his stammering didn’t give it away, the flush on his face was apparent.
“Be honest with me,” Millay started, kneeling before him, a hand on his knee, “Do you-”
“No! I told you before I don’t!”
Why was it so hard to keep feelings separated from business? Whenever he did feel something for her, Ken tried his best to put out the fire burning inside of him. He was trying his best to cover it up now.
“Liar.”
Why was this girl such a fucking tease!? He felt like a frightened animal, backed into a corner. She approached him, playfully. He had backed up far enough to be against the wall his bed rest against. Millay was on all fours, approaching him on his bed no less. And that tank top she had on, way too tight and showed her valley way too much. He tried his best to look away. The girl had moved close enough to be inches away from his face, completely and totally in his intimate space.
“Wh-what the fuck Millay?” Ken lowered his voice. With her being this close, he couldn’t bring himself to even yell at her. But even at his question, she said nothing. He knew his face was burning. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why did she have that lost, but teasing look on her face. The Joshima clicked his teeth.
“Don’t you fucking regret this,” he hissed out before placing a hand on the back of her hand, his hand threading her hair. In an instant, he pulled her forward and captured her lips.
Rating: G
Fandom(s): Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass
Character(s): Ken Joshima, Millay Ashford
Pairing(s): Ken/Millay
Word Count: 312
Summary: Millay brings Ken into a store that he would rather not be in.
Author's Note: Alternate Universe. Meme prompt from the A-Z drabble meme. For regetta who is the Millay to my Ken from an RP.
“What the hell did you bring me here for?”
“Well, we have to prepare, don’t we?”
The blonde hair boy was not happy. No, he was far from it. The place was too white, too decorative, too…
Happy.
He really hated things like this. That’s why he glued himself to the wall closest to the door. The two were only in this situation to help out each other. He needed an engagement to keep the money that was rightfully his. And she, well, besides having the time of her life teasing him, she needed his title to support the academy… Well his title and the money that came with it. But just because they were here on ‘business’, didn’t mean they seriously had to come INTO this store.
“What do you think about this one, Ken?”
“Tch.”
He wanted to leave. The sweet aroma was making him sick.
“Ken, if you want to lose what’s yours, then we have to go through with this, act or not.”
“I know I know!”
But being in here made him so uncomfortable. Why didn’t she understand that? Stupid girl. Stupid miss Millay Ashford.
“Ken.”
“What?”
He was waiting for another smart comment from her. He was ready to retaliate, but when she spoke, her tone changed.
“Honestly… what do you think of this one?”
That compelled the Joshima to walk up to Millay, just enough to stand beside her. He looked the item carefully. He answered him before looking off to the side.
“’s okay, I guess.”
“Good! I’ll be taking this one!”
‘I’ll’ really meant that he was paying for the wedding cake she decided to pick out. Gosh he hated this girl and her whimsical ways. But he found it amazing she could put up with him, endearing almost. Maybe this act could turn into reality. He would never tell her that though.
Title: Wedding Cake
Rating: T (for Ken's language)
Fandom(s): Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Code Geass
Character(s): Ken Joshima, Millay Ashford
Pairing(s): Ken/Millay
Word Count: 711
Summary: Millay brings Ken into a store that he would rather not be in.
Author's Note: wishingwaters universe. Meme prompt from the A-Z drabble meme. For regetta who is the Millay to my Ken from an RP. This idea was in my head as well, so I wrote it along with the prompt.
Dreamy eyes as she flipped from page to page. Wedding cakes. They were beautiful. Even as independent as she was, she dreamed of marriage and indulging herself in a cake made just for her and-
“What are you looking at?” He asked, looking over her shoulder. A towel was laced over his head seeing that he had gotten out of the shower. His pants clung to him slightly and his chest still dripped with water. Again, she decided to set herself up in his room. Automatically, she shut the magazine, back cover right side up.
“Oh, nothing~”
“Caught you.”
Ken had a smirk on his face. Figures. Girls had dreams right? Too bad this wasn’t one he was bent on fulfilling.
“How many times do I have to tell you? We ain’t getting married and our engagement-”
“I know I know…”
Millay sighed. It was every girl’s dream to get married. The threads of fate tied these two together. Their ‘engagement’ was a contract. He needed her in order to keep his money, and she needed him to assist in the funding and rebuilding of Ashford academy.
“..But who said I was getting married to you?”
“Don’t pull this shit Millay.”
The blonde male wasn’t sure why it bothered him so much when she mentioned other males and the idea of being together with them. What they had was nothing more than a contract. They weren’t planning on getting married. The title fiancée was just a meaningless title to them, but meant everything to their families. He hated being controlled and to get out it, Ken needed to ‘propose’ to Millay. And for the sake of the Academy which she loved so dearly, she needed to accept his ‘proposal’. The things they did for themselves and not each other.
“Ken.”
“What?”
“Do you ever think about it?”
“About what?”
“Marriage.”
“No. Am I supposed to?”
Ken sat down on his bed towel drying his crazy hair. Millay turned around in his computer chair to face him.
“Why not?”
“What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“Did it ever occur to you that despite our ‘contract’ I might in fact would like to marry you?”
“The fuck-?”
All right. This girl was bat shit crazy. The feeling and passion of love had finally filled her head with thoughts. Ken honestly thought she was strong enough to combat them and to understand that this was just a simple agreement between them. He never thought her imagination would run wi-never mind. It always did that.
“I’m being serious. I know you have feelings for me.”
“W-what? That’s not-That’s not even true!”
As if his stammering didn’t give it away, the flush on his face was apparent.
“Be honest with me,” Millay started, kneeling before him, a hand on his knee, “Do you-”
“No! I told you before I don’t!”
Why was it so hard to keep feelings separated from business? Whenever he did feel something for her, Ken tried his best to put out the fire burning inside of him. He was trying his best to cover it up now.
“Liar.”
Why was this girl such a fucking tease!? He felt like a frightened animal, backed into a corner. She approached him, playfully. He had backed up far enough to be against the wall his bed rest against. Millay was on all fours, approaching him on his bed no less. And that tank top she had on, way too tight and showed her valley way too much. He tried his best to look away. The girl had moved close enough to be inches away from his face, completely and totally in his intimate space.
“Wh-what the fuck Millay?” Ken lowered his voice. With her being this close, he couldn’t bring himself to even yell at her. But even at his question, she said nothing. He knew his face was burning. Why wasn’t she saying anything? Why did she have that lost, but teasing look on her face. The Joshima clicked his teeth.
“Don’t you fucking regret this,” he hissed out before placing a hand on the back of her hand, his hand threading her hair. In an instant, he pulled her forward and captured her lips.