You know those "Og!Cale transmigrates into an Otome" fics?
Well, what about a fic where capture target Alberu goes to sleep one day and dreams with the plot of his life— that apparently is a game???— and finds out that:
First, the new student is going to start a war if she/he/they keep acting like they do.
Second, there's a high chance that Marquis Stan and his son, Venion, betray Roan.
And third— his fianceé, Cale Henituse, is actually really truly cute.
Now, how can he convince his fianceé that a position as the husband of the future ruler is a better way to avoid a succession battle than, you know, tarnishing his own reputation to ashes? He also has to woe him as he deserves. There's no way he's treating him the same as his alternate self did.
(Yes, alternate. Because now he has seen how adorable, intelligent and sweet he is, he can't possible be so indifferent towards him.
Alternate Alberu is the stupid Alberu and present-Alberu denies any relationship to him.
"Aunt, if I ever become so dumb, please put some sense into me."
"Alberu, you haven't even checked if that dream was true."
"It was a very realistic dream.")
He also needs allies. Hmm... Maybe he could ask his help? Cale doesn't seem someone who would trust completely in someone who doesn't trust him back. Plus, he probably could come up with a plan or two in the time it takes to make a pot of tea.
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i would like to see either nikolai or sigma's sentences please :3 /nf
THANK YOU!!! YOU ARE FUELING MY TWO FAVORITE THINGS!!!
under the cut bc length. [it got REALLY long]
anyways, nikolai and sigmas prison sentences as they would be in michigan.
note: i’m not using the wiki for this. i doubt it covers everything, so im going back through the manga and analyzing everything from there. aside from finding out manga appearances, everything else is research and pre-memorized info.
note 2: i may have made a few mistakes with the sentencing but it should be accurate enough give or take 10 years.
note 3: there’s no minimum sentence since majority of research i’m doing leads to me picking the minimum years since it usually states “punishable by life imprisonment or any number of years” which is unspecific and sucks so i just dropped the category
nikolai!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations
Crimes :
first degree murder [7 accounts]
second degree murder [1 account]
domestic terrorism [16]
mutilation of a corpse [1 account]
shoplifting [implied, counted as 1 general account/misdemeanor]
assault with/using a deadly weapon [1 account]
impersonation [2 accounts]
[1]
disturbing the peace
theft of public property [2][3] [1 account]
verbal assault/threat [4] [1 account]
aiding and abetting
aiding in prison break
drugging [1 account]
attempted poisoning [5] [2 accounts]
fleeing arrest [1 account]
[6]
robbery/general larceny [4 accounts]
unlawful possession of explosives
attempted first degree murder [implied] [7]
kidnapping [4 accounts]
aiding a convict
breaking and entering [1 account]
sentence :
at maximum = 14 life sentences + 61 years + 186 days and/or up to 7,063,000$ in fines; no parole
reference state : michigan
references via michigan legislature : [first degree murder] Section 750.316 Act 328 of 1931 + [second degree murder] Section 750.317 Act 328 of 1931 + [domestic terrorism not counted, i can’t find definitive punishments and it'd probably be with the supreme court] + [mutilation of a corpse] Section 750.160 Act 328 of 1931 + [shoplifting] Section 750.356 Act 328 of 1931 + [impersonation] Section 750.217 Act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] Section 750.82 Act 328 of 1931 + [disturbing the peace] Section 750.170(?) + [theft of public property] section 750.356 act 328 of 1931 + [terrorizing/verbal assault/harrassment] section 750.411h act 328 of 1931 + [aidinh and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [aiding in a prisoners escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted poisoning] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [fleeing arrest] section 760.479a act 328 of 1931 + [robbery] section 750.529 act 328 of 1931 + [unlawful possession of explosives] section 750.200 act 328 of 1931 + [attempted first degree murder] section 750.91 act 328 of 1931 + [kidnapping] section 750.349 act 328 of 1931 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1931.
Sigma!!! - crimes - sentence - reference state - references/citations
[8]
threatening an officer [2 accounts]
domestic terrorism [16]
unlawful possession of explosives
attempted first degree murder [1 account]
criminal negligence [9]
aiding and abetting
negligent attempted mass murder [10]
attempted first degree murder by proxy [several accounts] [11]
felony assault by proxy [12] [3 accounts]
[13]
attempted manslaughter [14] [2 accounts]
attempted second degree murder [15] [1 account]
aiding in a prison break
aiding a convict [1 account]
breaking and entering [1 account]
felony assault [3 accounts]
sentence :
at maximum: 5 life sentences + 45 years 93 days and/or up to 8,000$ in fines; possibility of parole
reference state : michigan
references via michigan legislature: [aiding and abetting] section 750.450 act 328 of 1931 + [felony assault] section 750.82 act 328 of 1932 + [aiding in prisoner escape/aiding a convict] section 750.183 act 328 of 1932 + [unlawful possession of an explosive] section 750.200 act 328 of 1932 + [attempted (any type of) murder/manslaughter] section 750.91 act 328 of 1932 + [breaking and entering (with explosives)] section 750.112 act 328 of 1932 + [threatening an officer] section 750.478a act 328 of 1932 + [criminal/gross negligence] section 8.9 michigan legislature
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Let Me Count the Ways ask game
Requested by @bunnyscar
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: L and Watari
Prompt: "Thank you."
“I want another lollipop.”
Watari looked up in surprise. Those were the first words he'd heard the boy speak, the first words either of them had said since Watari had given up trying to talk to him. Slowly setting down the page he'd been reading of the boy's IQ test results, Watari looked across the coffee table at the boy curled up in the enormous armchair across from him.
He wasn't sitting in the chair properly, nor even sitting cross-legged, but hunched in a strange squat that didn't look particularly comfortable to Watari. Unkempt black hair, in desperate need of a trim, hung into his enormous dark eyes that stared woefully at the plastic stick in his hand.
“Can you say 'please?'” The words fell from Watari's lips automatically, after so many years of dealing with children. Even though this boy was far from normal, he found himself treating him like any other child from one of his many orphanages. He wondered how often anyone admonished him for being rude.
For a prolonged moment, it didn't seem like the boy was going to say anything. He just stared at Watari, his gaze unrelenting. Assessing. Evaluating.
They were both feeling each other out.
Finally, he set the plastic stick down carefully on the coffee table and said, “May I have another lollipop, please?”
“Certainly,” Watari said with a smile. He reached into the pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out one of the dozen lollipops he always carried with him for inspections of his orphanages.
He passed it over, watching as the boy eagerly ripped off the plastic and popped it into his mouth. Rather than the normal enthusiasm a child had for a sugary treat, he almost looked...desperate. Like the only thing he'd eaten all day was the candy Watari had given him. He needed to look more closely in the boy's file and see if there were any notes about his nutrition. It was hard to tell under his baggy clothes, but he looked positively skeletal.
“Say 'thank you,'” Watari murmured automatically.
The boy didn't grin or roll his eyes, or show any emotion at all. He just blinked, pulled the lollipop out of his mouth, and said flatly, “Thank you.” Then he stuck the lollipop back into his mouth and continued sucking on it, staring unblinking at Watari's face.
***
Watari backed into the hotel room, pushing the door open with his back as he wheeled in a large room service cart filled with pastries, cookies, and ice cream. Though he was conscious of the others staring at him as he pushed the cart over to L's chair in front of the TVs, Watari paid them no mind.
After years of working together, Watari was more than used to L's culinary preferences. L claimed he needed sugar because it was what gave his brain the energy it needed to work, but what he didn't know was that Watari had long ago started to put vitamins and other supplements in the food whenever possible. It still wasn't exactly healthy, but Watari did what he could to make sure L could keep going for as long as possible.
Besides, he'd learned the hard way long ago how impossible it was to get L to do anything he didn't want to.
As Watari cleared away L's dirty dishes and set several more heaping platters of dessert within easy reach, he caught Aizawa staring at him with mingled disgust and outrage. Watari just smiled placidly back, selected a small strawberry shortcake, and offered it silently to him. Taken aback, Aizawa automatically accepted the cake and just stared at it for a moment before hastily setting it down on a side table and returning to his scrutiny of the security cameras.
Still smiling, Watari poured L's tea for him, adding just the right amount of rich cream. His hands moved almost of their own accord; after years of going through these motions several times a day, he probably could have poured L's tea in his sleep. In fact, he'd actually dreamed about fixing mountains of sweets several times before.
Watari set the cup of tea down by L's elbow, then replaced the empty sugar bowl.
L grabbed a handful of sugar cubes without taking his eyes away from the screens. He knew exactly where it would be without having to look. “Thank you, Watari,” he mumbled.
“You're welcome.” Watari pushed the cart back out the door. He would take a short break, and then it would be time to put in the next snack order. L's appetite was especially ravenous on difficult cases like this.
***
Watari glanced up from the platter of sugary waffles and the small pitcher of maple syrup he was arranging on the little table beside L's chair. L remained focused on the screen in front of him, eyes darting over the data streaming past.
The same as ever. No heightened emotion, no change in demeanor, like everything was the same as always.
Like he hadn't just signed his own life away.
Watari's hands fell still on the handles of the snack cart as he remembered how L had hopped out of his chair and nonchalantly held up the Death Note, showing his name written across the page. He understood why L had done it—locking in his own death, ensuring that no one else could write the ending of his story.
L Lawliet dies peacefully 23 days later....
His own heart ached, just imagining it. They didn't even have a whole month left. Watari knew he should be focusing on the plan to finally catch Kira, so he could make sure it would all go off without a hitch. But...all he could think about was how empty this room would feel, without a young man sitting hunched in his chair, eating a mountain of sweets and running circles around the criminal population of the world.
“Watari.”
Clearing his throat, Watari forced such thoughts aside and poured L a cup of tea. This was a choice L had made on his own, and Watari's heart ached with pride as much as grief, to see how much L had grown in his short life. “Here you are,” he said softly, setting the cup of tea down carefully.
L turned away from the computer screens, meeting Watari's gaze with his own. He looked right into Watari's eyes and said, “Thank you very much.”
To anyone else, L would have sounded bored or even sarcastic. The flat tone of his voice, the blank look on his face, made him seem insincere to the uninitiated. But Watari had overseen L and his work for seventeen years.
He knew that L wasn't just talking about the waffles.
Eyes blurring with tears, Watari did his best to smile like he always did. “It was my pleasure.”
***
The room was dark and silent. There was only one light, shining down on the table where the body of an old man lay, as still and peaceful as if he'd fallen into a tranquil sleep. Someone had draped a blanket over him, folded down to reveal his rigid face. His glasses, which had shattered in the fall onto his face, had been tucked carefully into his breast pocket.
L stood looking down at Watari, hands stuffed into his pockets and shoulders hunched till he was bent almost double over the body. He stared unblinking at Watari's face, as if watching for the slightest movement, the smallest hint that it was all just a ruse. Like the way he'd fallen to the floor earlier that day, fooling Light into believing that he'd killed his archenemy.
But Watari didn't move.
There was no sound in the room, except for the faintest of whispers as L rested his forehead against the cold, dry skin of Watari's.
“Please...please...please....”
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