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Oh my gosh you two would be INSUFFERABLE.

Reader who can't go 10 seconds without him and Argalia feeding into it by coddling them to the point that even his ensemble are a little weirded out.

You'd be clinging to his arm and complaining because he had been ignoring you for like 5 minutes (entirely on purpose by the way) and he'd just be on cloud nine. I'm 100% sure he'd ignore you for like a good 30 minutes after tending to you for a day just to worsen your attachment. Hes so funny, hes like those people who get aired for 2 hours and in response he doesn't reply for two minutes. Because I assure you, he can't stand being apart from you for long either!

He'd drag you along to basically anything ever, arm either around your waist or neck (if he's feeling extra clingy). He'd also constantly seek your approval, albeit indirectly. Let's say he's just finished threatening a random office (as he loves to do), he'd either 1. Stare at you for an uncomfortably long period of time waiting for some sort of praise to fall from your lips (doesn't take long at all but then you get lost in his predatory and slightly unhinged gaze, omds get a room man) or 2. He'd make a small comment designed to illicit some sort of reaction from you. For example he might go, "Hm, that was easier than expected~" and you'd add on with heaps upon heaps of praise about how incredible and intelligent he is. As much as I'm sure he'd relish in it, your eagerness to please him definitely unnerves him a little. Your bursts of energy after he commands you to do certain things, your unwillingness to part from him for even a second. While they're all traits he adores about you, they're also things that he can't control. And you likely aren't staying around him due to blackmail, you're genuinely obsessed with him. But how long will it last? He can't guarantee you'll stay with him under these circumstances and it drives him mad.

Of course, he doesn't let it show. Instead he sticks to holding you close to him. To the point that your skin is touching one anothers others, as if trying to mold your bodies together. After all, having lost his other half, he's been so terribly lonely. Won't you fill that void for him?

I think problem would arise when you start getting to the latter half of Ruina and he starts becoming busier and busier. He'd stop taking you with him "for your own safety" and probably to keep you under surveillance whilst continuing with his work. He'd usher you back to your shared room with soft kisses and promises of later intimacy but, that couldn't satisfy you. Searching for traces of the Red Mist was coming between you and your lover? Absolutely not. You're far more valuable than traces of the deceased, no? Unfortunately your arguments did very little to sway him. And so, with a heavy heart, asked him to stay one last time. Upon hearing his regretful refusal, you prepared that for him.

When he returned, you served him some tea drink, boasting about thelove and care put into making it. He's almost tempted to drink it, almost. But you both knew what you'd done.

"My dear, I couldn't possibly drink this myself. Please, have a sip of it. I implore you."

Its safe to say that spiking his drink DID NOT work. Unable to resist his enticing offer, you drank it. All of it. But who could blame you? He looked at you with such adoration, lightly goading you on to drink some more. Tired and hazy, you tried sitting up on your bed, only to find him rested comfortably on top of you.

"Hm? I don’t recall saying that you could move, my love~" Gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, he grinned slyly. "My sweet, adorable, idiot [Name]—why did you ever think thay would work, hm? I thought you knew better~"

All you could do was nod sluggishly as his hands trailed from your cheek, to your neck, to your chest. "But it's okay, I love you regardless. No matter how pathetic and idiotic you may be, I'll always love you." He pressed a soft kiss to your cheek, nuzzling his face against yours. "No matter how much comes in between us, I'll always, always find my way back to you." And another one was placed on the opposing cheek. "No matter how much time passes, my love for you will never change." Now, his lips settled on teasing your neck, peppering it lightly in small kisses.

Abruptly, he pulled away, eyes narrowing in realisation. His expression clouded over with a strange detachment, starkly contrasting his earlier endearment to you.

"Despite that, I can't guarantee that you actually reciprocate, you see." Growing in fervour, his kisses become more passionate, coating your collarbone in miniature bites.

"This could all be an elaborate act to keep me spoiling you.." he hums, trailing a finger down your chest. "To ensnare me." He whispers gently into your ear. "If that's your plan, then.. it's definitely working." He pulls away, rolling onto the opposite side of the bed.

"But I'd hate to imagine that my love is being used like for something so shallow~" He whines, huffing to himself. Sometime you forget that he's pushing 40.

His accusations are enough to mildly irritate you, as you began trying to form an adequate defence (incoherently).

"N-no.... love.. you."

"Hm? You don't love me?" At this point he was trying to frustrate you. You shook your head in annoyance, pouting.

"Love.. I love.. you." His eyes widened slightly, before returning to their sharp slits.

"You say that, but I've yet to see any proof of your claim."

"But.. do." Your head began to pound, surely he wasn't cruel enough to bully you in your current state. However, you were swiftly proven wrong as his adorable sulking transformed into sadistic desire.

"Then, my dear, sign a contract with me. The ultimate testament to our love."

He gently opens your palm, rolling over again to position himself on top of you.

"Pledge absolute loyalty to me. Swear that that you'll never leave me, that you'll love me and only me." There was a slightly possessive growl in his voice, if you weren't so out of it you might've lept on him right then and there. "We'll stay tethered to each other for all eternity." An intense spark boldened in his eyes, as you nodded mindlessly. If it was to soothe his worries, you'd do anything. Cut off your arm? Easy! Remove your brain? On it!! Kill his irritating brother in law? Of course! Anything for him.

"Perfect~ Pluto?"

"...????"

Had he no shame??

Calling upon one of his subordinates when the two of you were in such a compromising position. Then again, you didnt mind it too much. More people get to see how utterly smitten he is with you~!

If he can bring back his sister I PROMISE YOU he's bring u back too. (I was originally just gonna say that he'd distort immediately but there's way more to unpack)

I think to answer this question we actually need to think abt why Argalia brought back Angelica in the first place. Some say that it was purely to spite Roland, but I don't really agree. Argalia has always been a character that keeps on moving regardless of what happens. I don't think that he's ever taken time to consider his thoughts beyond surface level discomfort or anything that conveniently suits his ambitions. (e.g. his blaming of Roland for not being there to protect Angela. He refuses to sympathise with him in order further suit his narrative of villainising Roland. Painting him as the figure who ruined his sister's life. In reality there were far more external factors at play.)

How would self-aware (and absolutely yandere this man cannot be chill) Argalia react to- after finally figuring out how to get out of the computer- finding that his darling has or lives with a cat named after him.

He absolutely would not take it well, probably tweaking out right then and there. It'd be even worse if his darling called the cat "Argalia" and him "Human Argalia" because "the cat lived here first"

I honestly think he'd try to fight the cat no joke. Unfortunately only one Argalia can have your heart, and it's him. It'd be the reception of the Blue Reverbation except its your cat instead of Roland. (Your cat absolutely sweeps him btw, his strength is not transferred over to real life)

After a crushing defeat (he got scratched in the face and gave up), I think he'd just go back into the computer and sulk. If you'd open up ruina, you're suddenly forced into the Ensemble's fight, regardless of where you are in the story. And you wouldn't even be able to fight any of his members 😭😭😭😭. He'd just be on every single floor, venting to you before each stage like he didn't start that fight with your cat.

He'll be all like "Personally speaking, I doubt your feline friend compares to me. Plus, its.. terribly ill-tempered, you see. I mean who in their right mind‐" And while he's ranting, you're just confused about how he even knew that you had a cat. His skill names would be changed to slander of your cat, his passives would be named 'I'm not too fond of pets' and it would be so peak.

I think he might feel a little honoured too though. He'd delude himself into thinking you named it after him, so on a good day he might try to pet it. (the cat didn't forget their first encounter though and just hisses at him—there goes his good day)

I promise you that he wouldn't be able to stand it at all. His eyes would be twitching—his smile strained. If asked about what he's doing, he'd smile sweetly, saying "Nothing~" before his expression immediately reverts back. He'd be death glaring the plushy regardless of whether reader is looking or not. Subtlety is a foreign concept to him after all. He'd whine about how plushy lacks his 'charming' voice and how his hair is far more silky than yknow.. a literally toy's. The plushy can't sing your praises like he can, or hold you as comfortingly. And it definitely doesn't kiss as well as him– (cue the plushy getting tossed at his head with murderous intent)

I think he would find a small comfort in it though. You're willing to show him a slither of affection—even if it's through a plush toy made in his image. Watching you pet its head, he'd often wonder how it'd feel to have you do the same to him. How it would feel to be embraced by you, to walk alongside you on equal footing. To be a genuine friend of yours. But of course, he knows such an outcome isn't possible anymore. He's already established that your shared relationship is mainly built off the power he holds over you. After all, who would willingly to stay with a crazed lunatic if they had a choice in the matter? (NOT you, I'd hope). So he'll have to content himself with wondering, longing for what could've been.

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.

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.