answer me jia baoyu… what does the LOR fandom need?.. more argalia ofc 👀👀
BUT seriously OMGGG your writing is so good bless your brain worms bc 🥹🥹 every post u make continues to give me life… argalia lovers rise up 🤑🤑‼️‼️
TYSMMMMM but my brain worms actually need to stop. Like I'm trying to write a Lord Lu fic, suddenly I get an idea for Argalia for the 300th time. I'm studying, suddenly half of what I'm writing about is applicable to Argalia. It's hell on earth and I'm honestly considering protesting against him.
BUT IM SO GLAD U LIKE MY WRITING IT MEANS SM TO ME!!!
in a once in a lifetime chance that reader is able to get away from argalia (let's exclude the possibility of them being in the library) what do you think he'd do🤔? Curious to hear your thoughts
Absolutely lose his mind 😭😭😭 (had no idea that it was possible for him to get crazier but here we are).
He'd be completely restless in his search for you, hopping from district to district. Scraping through the Outskirts (somewhat hesitantly) for any traces of you. Like he just wouldn't give up, I'm so serious. His Ensemble would start to notice his thinning patience, any offices unfortunate enough to cross him would be wiped off the face of the City. It'd just be terrible for anyone involved. He'd also picks up this strange habit of clutching one of the cuffs of his jacket to the point of crumpling the fabric (can't tell if he imagines it to be reader's hand or neck but yknow what, you do you Argalia).
If he can't find you for over 2 weeks there'd be this brief period where he simply goes back to sending people to the library. It'd seem as though he'd moved on and gone back to his usual antics. Though, in reality, that couldn't be any further from the truth. He'd probably be doing it to earn favours from Iori, gaining her support in trying to find reader (yes he's that desperate). Either that or he'd start threatening anyone he's currently contracted to for any information about your whereabouts. It'd get so bad I genuinely believe Carmen might just out wherever you've gone to him, just to keep him in line.
Regardless of how long it takes him to find you, he'll drag you back with him one way or another. Hair dishevelled and eyes crazed, he'd grab your wrist with terrifying strength. "Found you..~" He'd whisper breathily into your ear, in a tone as sweet as it is venomous. Gripping onto your trembling arm, he'd make no effort to maintain his appearance as the Ensemble's leader. Instead, his top priority would simply be holding you, as tightly as he could muster. Making you see how lost and disarrayed he is without you. This is what you do to him, yknow? Take some responsibility.
For however many days you were gone, he'd keep you bound in his room. What happens in there? That stays between you and the Beholders. But after this period, he wouldn't actually restrict your freedom much. You'd still be free to go wherever. He'd just make sure to up his surveillance on you. I'm 100% sure this is because he enjoys the thrill of knowing you might try to leave at any moment. But this time, he'd catch you in the act~ (he thinks he would anyways)
It is kind of odd hearing about other fandoms talking about “oh yeahhh I hate it when they focus too much on the characters just doing typical stuff instead of furthering the plot” when I’m a Limbus Company fan and seeing brief moments of the Sinners having fun and connecting with each others is what makes the whole Repeatedly Going Through Hell worth it.
synopsis: another continuation of this fic where your peaceful sleep is interrupted by the somewhat concerning ramblings of a blue sicko
n/a: I was writing a Hong Lu fic right after this and just realised that I've completely forgotten how to write him #CURSEYOUARGALIA
warnings: Argalia, invasion of privacy, non-consensual touching, Argalia again bcs he deserves it
Your continued life with Argalia often fluctuated between peaceful days and chaotic conflicts. Regardless, you were contracted to live with him—not that you particularly minded. You weren't expected to repay him for his hospitality, and his friends, whom you'd come to recognize as his Ensemble, were surprisingly sociable. There was, however, one steadily worsening problem. Argalia enjoyed your company, far too much. He stood close enough for his hair to graze your cheek. Close enough for his hand to settle casually on your waist. You could practically count the lashes framing his azure eyes.
At first, he'd been subtle. Only the occasional yet unexplained gift; the slight glimpses of white hair outside your bedroom door. Now he’s bold enough to slip into bed beside you as though it were the most natural thing in the world. This strange behavior never failed to confuse you because he wasn’t like this with anyone else. This treatment was reserved solely for you. Even on the rare occasion that he’d allow you to accompany him on missions, he remained firmly at your side. All smiles and pleasantries while venomous threats dripped from every word directed at his foes. You never knew what to make of it. And so you never felt the need to confront him. At least… not until one particular night.
One hour, two now. Sleep had completely evaded you that night. After what felt like decades of tossing and turning, you finally sat upright in your bed. The billowing wind violently forced open your windows, sending a subtle chill down your spine. Noticing your curtains swaying from side to side, you ultimately decided to close them. However, before you even had the chance to leave the comfort of your blankets–
The door creaked open.
A thin beam of light spilled into your darkened room. Instinctively, you dropped back beneath the blankets, squeezing your eyes shut. Silence, subtly interrupted by the sound of slow, measured footsteps. Footsteps headed straight towards your bed.
"Hm." A soft chuckle rang throughout the room.
"Already asleep? How fortunate~"
That melodic voice unmistakably belonged to him, Argalia. A small hiss came from the mattress as it dipped beside you. Once again you were exposed to the chilling warmth of another body settling next to yours. This was the second time he'd conveniently ‘let himself’ into your room this week. Not that you could really complain. What’s a bit of privacy compared to having an actual place to stay? Having people to care for you? You were far better off this way. That’s what you’d tell yourself anyways.
Abruptly, a gloved hand carefully brushed the covers of your blanket away from your face, exposing you to the moon's restless gleam. For several moments, an unsettling silence hung over the two of you. "Beautiful..." He murmured softly, under his breath. His words were spoken with such quiet reverence, you almost mistaken them for a prayer. "Absolutely divine." Gloved fingers traced the curve of your cheek with a careful gentleness, as though afraid of waking you. "You truly have no idea what you've done to me, do you?" His voice remained soft as he lightly prodded at your cheek—dangerously so.
"Ah, I’ve tried to be patient. I truly have." The mattress shifted as he moved closer, a faint laugh left his lips. "I told myself that saving you would be enough."
He took a brief pause, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. Inhaling your scent.
"Then living with you became enough." His fingers languidly tangled themselves into your hair, gently combing any stray hairs. "And then hearing your voice became enough."
A shaky sigh escaped his lips. "Somehow, against all reason, nothing is enough for me anymore." His breath gently fanned against your neck. All you could focus on was the rapid thumping of your heart in comparison to his measured beats. "The human heart is terribly greedy, isn't it? Every time it's given something precious, it asks for more."
The erratic hammering of yours only quickened against your ribs, as if begging to be let out. To escape his grip.
Argalia simply laughed, retracting his hand from you.
"You always look so peaceful when you sleep."
There was something unsettling about the fondness in his voice; an obsessive quality. It was an insatiable greed, one you'd always forced yourself not to pay any mind to.
"You trust me completely."
Anxiously, you held your breath, trying to stay as still as possible in an attempt not to raise suspicion. His thumb lightly grazed your temple, swiping away the faint droplets of sweat pooling on your forehead.
"Even now."
A long silence followed, leaving you as relieved as you were terrified. With each new revelation came an equally troubling question. The idea that your ‘saviour’ held ulterior motives was hardly surprising, welcome even. But the nature of his motives was.. Unconventional to say the least. When he spoke again, his voice was distant, almost thoughtful.
"I wonder how you'd look at me if you knew the truth. Disgust, anger, perhaps even resignation. Regardless, I’ll cherish your reactions all the same~” You could almost picture his smile, soft and amicable yet not quite racing his eyes. No, that image no longer fit the Argalia you knew. Maybe his gentle eyes had sharpened, making way for an almost perverse grin. "I've become rather selfish where you're concerned, you know?"
His thumb unconsciously stroked your cheek."When you leave, I find myself counting the minutes until your return." He hummed quietly to himself, the tune holding the cadence of an old lullaby. "If someone even dares to speak to you, I suddenly find them profoundly irritating. And when you smile at me.."
His voice softened.
“The silence becomes just a little more bearable.."
Once again, the room fell into a deep quiet, interrupted only by the brief rustling of blankets.
"I suppose this is what they call obsession." His open admission came so easily, chilling you to the core."But can you really blame me?"
His fingers tightened ever so slightly around yours beneath the blanket. "I’ve given you every opportunity to leave, but you never do. You’ve always stayed right by my side, haven’t you? Right where you belong~"
The words sounded less like gratitude and more like a claim, as though your continued presence had become proof that you belonged to him. Perhaps in his eyes,you always were his.
"Sometimes," he continued quietly, "I worry that I've been far too kind. I always work so very hard to make this feel like a choice. It’s exhausting~" His voice takes on an almost teasing tilt before suddenly dropping.
"Yet I still find myself wondering why I bother maintaining the illusion."
A cold shiver crawled down your spine.
Argalia laughed softly. Not cruelly or maliciously. He genuinely found the thought amusing.
"Listen to me~ Rambling to someone so deep into their sleep.”
His hand finally released yours, not before giving it one final squeeze.
Carefully, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead. It was a strangely affectionate gesture, feeling almost uncanny. "Sweet dreams, dove."
The mattress shifted, leaving the sound of his footsteps trailing behind him. Then, just before leaving—he stopped.
"Oh,"
His tone underwent a drastic shift from adoring to sly.
synopsis: following this fic, you're given an invitation and head to the library for a change of scenery (terrible idea)
n/a: Argalia brain worms are so bad that I've neglected 4 half written fics just to write this new one :(
Warnings: Argalia, jealousy, yeah honestly that's all I feel like putting, manipulation maybe probably (Argalia's manipulating me into posting this as we speak #sendhelp)
Gloved hands traced the line of your jaw with delicate precision, slowly beckoning you to his side.
"My dear," Murmuring softly, he drew you in closer. "What were you doing with.. him of all people?" He didn't feel the need to mention the apparent 'co-conspiritor' of your transgression, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Argalia.. it's not what you think." Squirming beneath his scrutinising gaze, you tried explaining yourself. Only spluttering and stammering in response. You didn't mean to stay at the library for so long, but it was the first time in a while that you'd felt so.. alive.
Living with Argalia was most definitely a blessing; any needs you had were tended to in the blink of an eye. Yet it got boring fairly quickly. Repetitive days flew by, and he'd disappear for weeks at a time. Only to reappear again unannounced, as if he’d suddenly remembered that you existed. Lacking any consistent sources of entertainment, you found yourself longing for something more. Something.. fun, as childish as it sounded. A thrill, alluring enough to keep you on edge. And what better way to find that than an old-fashioned battle! At first you had tried sparring with members of his ensemble, to which most of them had outright refused to entertain. The few that did go along with your antics all went easy on you, for.. obvious reasons. As a resident of the city, you knew that you should value the peace that came with your new life (aside Bremen's horrid noises), but as a fixer, you couldn't help but feel that something was missing. So, one day, you'd finally resolved yourself to leave for the first time in months.
Where to? The library.
Invitation in hand, you eagerly scribbled down your name, not bothering to glance at the details of the contract before being transported there. Unlike the Ensemble, fighting against the librarians wasn't a simple spar, it was life and death. Enticing, exhilarating and lethal all at once. A single mistake could send you to your early grave. This was the danger you were used to; for once, the City's violence felt almost nostalgic. Unfortunately, it just so happened that one of your opponents seemed to be someone that Argalia held a particular contempt for.
"Then what is it, hm? What have I misunderstood?" He leaned in closer, eyes widening perceptibly. To that, you could offer no response. "I've told you countless times to stay by my side, haven't I?" You nodded meekly, it wasn't as though anything he said was wrong. "Then why..? Why did you break our promise?" His intense gaze never left yours and you stuttered, trying to get a response out. It was bad enough that you had gone against his orders, but your momentary disobedience seemed to have done far more than simply frazzle him. Overcome with guilt, you lowered your head in shame, looking away from him in embarrassment.
"I'm sorry.."
"That's not an answer." His voice was entirely devoid of its usual teasing lilt, cutting through the tense silence. "Imagine what might’ve transpired if I hadn't found you when I did.” For the first time, his voice wavered. “I could have lost you to the library.." His arm harshly snuck around your waist, pressing you against his chest. "To him." A shaky exhale left his lips as he locked you into his firm grip. "I knew I should've had you join my Ensemble ages ago.." With a distant stare, he began rambling to himself. His hold on you tightened with every hateful syllable. "You'd be far safer, far stronger than you are now–"
"Argalia.” Snapping him out of his daze, you tightened your grip on his jacket reassuringly. No matter the circumstance, he was never so unreasonable that he wouldn’t at least listen to what you had to say. Just like every other time, you tried reasoning with him. “I understand that you want to keep me safe but I don’t really want-"
Something was different this time, though. His head snapped in your direction, observing you with a silent glare. Dropping his scowl, his lips curved into a knowing grin.
"[Name] dear, that isn't for you to decide." He hummed quietly to himself, petting your head in an almost condescending manner. "All you have to do is follow my command, hm? Unless you'd prefer your wretched life back; before I so generously aided you."
You were taken back, both by his audacity and your brazenness. How could you have forgotten? You're completely indebted to him, and yet here you are. Disregarding his orders for the sole reason of curing your boredom. This all served as a harsh reminder that Argalia's 'benevolence' too has its limits. But then again, what gave him the right to completely dismiss you like that? He had never done this before, even when you had gone against his wishes. He’d assure you that he didn’t mind. He’d hold you gently against his chest, playing with your hair as the hues of the sky transitioned from streaks of blue to orange. What was so different about today? About the library? The more you thought about it, the more lightheaded you became. Knitting your eyebrows together, you tried to defend yourself, to offer a rebuttal. Anything. But one look into his eyes was enough to silence you. Laying limply, you quietly clenched your fist.
Meanwhile, Argalia laughed in triumph. A strained, airy chuckle. Hands trembling, as he slid one of his gloves off, prying open your hand to intertwine his pinky with yours. “I’ll forgive you this time, only because I adore you so.” Soft lips found their way to your exposed neck, a gentle kiss pressed to your jugular.
"I won't let that black-hearted bastard take anything from me again.” Pulling away with a sigh, he grabbed you by your waist, forcing you to stand.
silly question but are there any chances reader is able to get away from that blue freak of a man
NOT A SILLY QUESTION AT ALL!! So basically the chances are insanely low sorry. The only way I could imagine the reader actually being set free from this man is if they have way more authority than him, like I'm talking Arbiter (bcs this freak thrives off power imbalance like I genuinely don't think he's had a relationship with anyone since Angelica where they're on equal footing). His threatening would basically do nothing as long as you don't sign a contract with him. He'd just seem like a really annoying fly that you should probably squash sometime soon. Maybe if reader gets an invitation and locks themselves up in the library something could work out (I type knowing damn well that I've written abt this exact scenario—doesn't end well).
Short answer no, long answer no. Even if they magically found a way to make him lose all interest in them, he'd probably just kill them.
do u think reader is allowed to call argalia uberto or is angelica the only one allowed to call him that what do u think🤔
Honestly I think that name is only reserved for Angelica. Those two essentially survived hell together, giving that name Uberto immeasurable weight to him. It reminds me of the cutscene before the Purple Tear's reception, where she tells him that due to his and Angelica's shared trauma, their bond must've been 'even more special'.
Whilst he loves the reader (if you can even call it that), the bond you share is very different from his co-dependce on the one person he could rely on during the most traumatic period of his life. Angelica was someone he could confide in, watch over and he felt as though his entire reason for living was dependent on her. With the reader, he isn't able to emulate that same feeling of comfort between the two of you. It's entirely his fault, but I honestly think he wouldn't have it any other way.
A bit of an off topic rant but one thing that endears him to the reader is the fact that they're so different from the people he surrounds himself with. The Ensemble, though useful to him, don't actively challenge his ideas or provide new perspectives. All of them are working together to achieve the shared goal of 'liberating the city from lonliness'. Whilst their companionship is admirable, its ultimately empty. Surrounding yourself with people who mirror you is almost the same as being alone. But you were different.
Perhaps it all started with small talk between the two of you during shared missions. Maybe your office fell pray to his exploitation. Something about your conflicting ideologies intrigued him. Amused him, even if for just a moment. Passing conversations between the two of you grew more and more frequent. Holding far more meaning to him than you could imagine. Even though you didn't always see eye to eye, it served as a reminder that you were an individual separate from him—a uniqueness he had grown fond of. Even though your banter wasn't comparable to the security Angelica brought, it was just enough to drown out the dread of lonliness. It was enough to get him hooked, addicted. Kinda leading to his obsessive tendencies (but more on that another time).
But anyways I think Argalia associates the name Uberto with the vulnerability that came with his youth rather than the facade of a great leader that he now dons. Unless Argalia ever feels like digging up his past traumas and opening up to you (highly doubt that unless he's weaponising it) then you are NOT calling him Uberto. If reader knew him during childhood though I think it's more likely that he might let you, but the chances are still very low.
On the occasion that you do call him Uberto I think he'd freeze for a good two minutes, leave the room and evade you like the plague for a week (distracting himself with chucking more people into the library ig??). And then play it off like everything's alright the next. #newstrattogethimtostopbotheringyou
Don't do it too much though (more than twice) or else he'll catch on and start threatening you out of it.
I gotta know what I can ask for without it pushing your boundaries
also woah… cool miis… you don’t mind if I take them for just a bit…? 👀
As the most unemployed person you will ever meet, having to organise my blog is equivalent to Don Sr being stabbed by his kids BUT I'LL GET TO IT!!!!
AND PLEASE DONT TAKE MY MIIS i promise this is for your own safety. Every day I hop onto the game Argalia has gotten into an argument with another mii I genuinely don't know how he does it.
if we take a bite of argalia's hair will it taste like cotton candy i need to bite that man for his yandereness but shhhhh
Can confirm his hair DOES taste like cotton candy, I always thought it'd taste a little minty too. He can probably just grow his hair back at will to be honest so free food I guess???
Unfortunately for you, he'd enjoy your biting way too much. He'd be so annoying about it too, pulling you in even closer to give you better access. He's the kind of guy who'd get a whole chunk of his shoulder chomped off and be on cloud nine, mocking you for how 'weak' your bite was. But the rapid reddening of his cheeks and his dilating pupils hint that he's definitely affected. Just not in the way you were hoping. Reverse psychology doesn't work on everyone so you might just realise that instead of hurting him, you're getting him way too excited and leave (if he lets you that is). Ever since that event, he'd make sure to be extra annoying, anything to get you to bite him again. Someone please put him down I hate him.
Your writing is so good too. MIGHT have to slip in a request ( ｡◔ ‿ < 📸ς) 🩷
THANK YOU SO MUCHHHH AND PLEASE DO!!
This is making me realise that I should probably make some sort of about me post that let's people know what fandoms I write for. I'll get to it uhmmm sometime soon 😓😓😓😓
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