Do you have an idea of when Ch 5 would be out? Not rushing! Just excited!!!
Solid months. It's going to be a bulky chapter, with the different way MC expresses themself (each having their own path so far). Then there's the different routes, (Athiel, Jordan and Robin). Then there's the confrontation (optional) or the alone time with your chosen RO. The [redacted] options with points that will have flavor text in the chapter, but will also have its own route.
Then there's the first (well, second) sex scene with the ROs, though some won't have one. And as you probably can guess, sex scenes can be HUGE with so many versions. Then there are the endings.
Yeah... Idk, but what I know is that it won't take me a year unless personal life kicks me.
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Beauty And The Beast - Chapter 6 - Loki Odinson X Female Reader
Title: The West Wing
Loki Odinson X Female Reader
Additional Characters: Natasha, Clint, Mrs. Potts, and Alpine (Mentioned)
Beauty And The Beast Retelling Fanfic
Chap 1 | Chap 2 | Chap 3 | Chap 4 | Chap 5 | You Are Here | Chap 7 | Chap 8 | Chap 9 | Chap 10 | Chap 11 | Chap 12 | Chap 13 | Chap 14 | Chap 15 | Chap 16 END |
WC: 1,280
Warnings: Imprisonment, rude Loki, italics, banter, nicknames, yelling, wolves, fighting, mentions of injuries, slight angst, and fluff?
Natasha raised an eyebrow, her expression clearly displaying worry as she crossed her arms. “If his Highness finds out you violated his orders and fed her, he will blame me!” Her voice was sharp, exasperation dripping from every word.
Clint, leaning against the doorway, gave her a playful smirk. “Yes, I will make sure of it,” He responded cockily, almost as if daring her to fight back.
“Oh, I’m planning my sweet, sweet revenge,” Natasha muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes, though a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips before she focused back on the conversation. “But did you see her stand up to him?” Natasha added, her voice dropping to a whisper, and ensuring you were far enough behind to not overhear.
Clint rose a candle into the air, “I am telling you, this woman is the one.”
You, however, were too distracted to even hear their little whispers, your eyes wandering around the halls as you trailed further behind, admiring the strange, yet elegant decor. Rather lost in thought.
“They must fall in love if we are to be human again,” Mrs. Potts whispered with urgency, glancing at Clint and Natasha. “And how can they fall in love if she stays locked away in her room?”
Confused by their kindness, you quickened your steps to catch up, furrowing your brow. “I don't understand why you're all being so kind to me,” You said, your voice soft but filled with curiosity. “Surely, you're as trapped here as I am. Don’t you ever want to escape?”
Mrs. Potts’ face softened with a mixture of warmth and sadness. She glanced at you, then ahead, her voice gentle but firm. “His Highness is not as terrible as he appears. Somewhere deep in his soul, there's a fellow who’s just waiting to be set free of his burdens and just wants to be happy. To be understood.”
As they led you to the kitchen, the smell of rich, savory food filled the air. Before you knew it, you were seated in front of a meal fit for royalty: turkey smothered in thick gravy, a mountain of mashed potatoes, and a sparkling goblet of ginger beer. You dug into the feast, overwhelmed but grateful, savoring each bite, though the weight of your situation still lingered.
Soon after, Clint and Natasha excused themselves, leaving you with Mrs. Potts, who kindly offered to walk you back to your room. As you strolled through the winding halls, you hesitated, your curiosity bubbling to the surface. “Clint mentioned something about the west wing…” You asked, clasping your hands nervously, hoping to learn more.
Mrs. Potts paused briefly, then waved her spout dismissively. “Never mind about that. Off to bed with you, my girl,” She instructed with a firm yet gentle tone, ushering you toward the door to your new room.
“Good night,” You said, though your mind was far from resting.
“Nighty-night. Straight to bed,” Mrs. Potts echoed softly, giving you a nod before disappearing around the corner with a gentle hop.
The moment she was gone, you felt your pulse quicken with a surge of rebellious energy. This was your chance. Heart pounding, you quietly crept down the staircase, turning toward the west wing. Each step seemed to echo in the eerie silence, but your curiosity propelled you forward.
Entering the forbidden wing, the darkness seemed to swallow you whole, the air thick with mystery. Your eyes adjusted, and you gasped at the sight of the broken furniture, torn tapestries, and shattered chandeliers scattered across the room. It was a place of forgotten beauty, left to decay in its loneliness.
Your fingers grazed one of the broken portraits on the wall, curiosity overwhelming you as you lifted the torn canvas flap. A royal family was revealed beneath the damage - two regal parents with their two sons. The father, dressed in golden robes with an eyepatch, had a commanding presence, while the mother, with her gentle smile, stood tall and serene. But it was the sons who captured your attention. The blonde one, with his bright blue eyes, seemed to emanate strength, while the dark-haired son, with his mischievous green eyes, drew you in. Those eyes held something deeper - something alluring, maybe even dangerous.
A flicker of red caught your eye, pulling your focus from the painting. You turned slowly, eyes widening at the sight of the beautiful red rose floating delicately inside its glass case. Its soft glow lit up the dark room, enchanting you with its impossible beauty.
You stepped toward it, your hands trembling slightly as you reached for the glass cover. The air around you felt charged, like you were touching something sacred, something forbidden. The moment your fingers brushed the glass, a voice boomed from behind, freezing you in place.
“What are you doing here!?” The Beast’s thunderous roar echoed through the room, and you spun around to see him storming toward you, his eyes wide with panic and fury. You stumbled back, heart racing, as he rushed to the rose, his massive frame blocking your view. “What did you do to it?” He demanded, his voice a dangerous growl. His claws gripped the glass case, covering the rose protectively, as if he feared it might vanish.
“N- Nothing!” You stammered, taking a shaky step back, your voice barely steady as you tried to explain. “I didn’t touch it.”
His breath came heavy, his anger barely contained. “Do you realize what you could have done?” He snapped, his gaze piercing through you. “You could have doomed us all! Get out of here! Go!” His voice reached a fever pitch, sending you stumbling toward the door in a panic.
Without another word, you fled, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors as you burst through the main double doors and into the icy, unforgiving night.
Outside, the snowfall came down hard, biting into your skin. Desperation took hold as you raced toward Alpine, who was waiting nervously by the barn. With a quick, frantic movement, you mounted the horse, urging her forward into the thick forest. Snow whipped across your face, obscuring your vision as you rode, the trees blurring together in the storm.
A low, menacing howl cut through the night air, sending chills down your spine. For a moment, you thought it was the Beast, but no… It sounded like a wolf. Alpine reared back, spooked, and in one swift motion, you were thrown from the saddle. You hit the ground hard, gasping as the breath was knocked from your lungs. You scrambled to your feet, looking around frantically. Shadows shifted in the darkness - the wolves were closing in.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you searched for something, anything, to defend yourself with, but the wolves were too close. Their black forms stalked forward, their eyes glowing in the dim light. One of them pounced, and just as you braced yourself, the Beast lunged from out of the shadows, tackling the wolf to the ground.
The fight was brutal; savage. The Beast tore through the pack with raw strength, tossing wolves aside as they lunged at him. Finally, the last of the wolves retreated, their howls fading into the distance as they disappeared into the woods.
The Beast collapsed into the snow, his breath ragged, his body trembling from the effort. You hesitated for a moment, then cautiously approached him, kneeling beside his hulking form. His fur was matted with blood and snow. He was hurt…
Gently, you helped him onto Alpine, his weight nearly overwhelming, but were able to guide the horse back to the castle; the cold biting at your skin with every step.
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Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor
Warnings For This Chapter: Namjoon. Just Namjoon...
Chapter 5.
You enjoy the quiet in your office early in the mornings when people haven't had a chance to wake up yet. It brings you solace most days, especially when you look down from the large glass windows to see the bustling city below you moving at a rapid pace.
This morning is not quite like the others, what with Namjoon bursting into your office breaking you out of your usual routine.
Slowly turning towards him, you can see he has about a million questions with just a look.
You never expected him to take such an interest in your "dating" life but that's probably because you've just never had one since you met him.
And yes, you're well aware that what's going on between you and Jeongguk is simply for his research so he can act appropriately at the wedding but if you're being honest… you like that you're getting to know him.
After your small freakout yesterday at the zoo, the way he calmed you down and let you see that he's broken in some ways really made you feel more comfortable.
Maybe you never let Namjoon in like Guk is because he has his whole life together when yours feels like it's barely hanging on by a thread.
You thought a lot about the zoo after you dropped Jeongguk off at At Your Service. There's still so many questions you have about him, there's still so much mystery and intrigue but you're finally coming to terms with wanting to explore all of it.
"So how was your date?" Namjoon inquires, sliding into the seat before your desk.
"Fake date," you correct him, sitting down yourself, "but it was good… Maybe even fun."
Just the word 'fun' makes the blonde man before you widen his eyes. "What's this guy got that I don't, huh? I want to have fun with you too."
You give him a small smirk, rolling your eyes. "He's just a friend, like you."
Namjoon purses his lips curiously and you can see the questions written all over his handsome face. He isn't quite sure if he believes you. "Well I'd like to meet him one day, maybe."
"Maybe," you surmise, turning on your computer.
Namjoon stands tall, patting his hands to his sides awkwardly and you put your manicured hand beneath your chin as you look up at him.
"I know you're curious about Jeongguk but there's really nothing going on. He's an escort and I'm paying him. That's it," you announce.
Joon sucks a sharp breath through his teeth, tilting his head as if he's unsure of what you're saying. "Somehow Y/N, it doesn't really feel like it."
When he leaves your office and you're finally alone once more, you can't seem to pay attention to your workload. Instead, you find yourself staring off at the marble wall with very little gumption to do just about anything.
You find yourself wondering what Jeongguk is up to now. You wonder if he had as good of a time as you did yesterday and you wonder if he liked opening up to you as you did.
Although it did take you some time to get comfortable with it, you're alright with the idea of opening up to him now. Something inside of you even wants to.
Maybe you can find a way to heal and not be broken anymore.
Maybe.
"Well isn't he just precious."
Jeongguk turns to the voice, a polite smile etching onto his face as his client grips his arm rougher.
"I know, right?! He's absolutely scrumptious."
This isn't the first time Mrs. Applehyme has paid the escort for his services. She does this quite a bit when her husband is out of town and it's never bothered him before because the money is usually good. But today he finds it just a bit too irritating.
He was picked up promptly at twelve by Applehyme's driver and proceeded to think only of the fake zoo date the whole ride over to her gated mansion.
He found himself making comparisons all throughout the early afternoon and even now as he sits at the large dining table for brunch he can't help it.
Applehyme's hair is so blonde and dehydrated from bleach that it looks like it's going to break off at the root like dry hay. She's loud, she's promiscuous and even at sixty years old she wears clothes that not even a stripper would approve of.
He's never minded being hired by her, getting paid two hundred bucks an hour to be fawned over has never been a high price to pay. But now he can't stop thinking what you would think about it.
Would you be grossed out? Maybe even jealous? How would you even begin to think of him after finding this out?
Jeongguk does in fact know more about you than you do of him, so just thinking that you would be disappointed in his business ventures makes him uncomfortable.
He hasn't stopped for two seconds to wonder why he feels this way nor does he want to feed that beast right now so instead he pulls the chair out for his client with a broad smile.
When he sits down beside her, he can't help but look around the Michelin style restaurant like he's expecting to see you.
Applehyme and her brood of old, mothball fellowship love to come to restaurants like these and Guk can remember you commenting on how delicious the food was on the ride home from the zoo.
So with his neck on a goddamn swivel, he ignores the gentle, lustful strokes to his arms.
The lighting in the place is dim enough that if he saw you maybe he could duck and you wouldn't notice him. Or maybe he could drop his fork and crawl beneath the table like this is a 90's movie.
"What would you like to eat, sugar?"
Turning his head to the woman beside him, he clears his throat. "Something light. I'm not very hungry Mrs. A-"
"Jeongguk," Applehyme scoffs, grabbing his arm sweetly, "it's Miranda. Please for the love of God you'd think I'm old with the way you speak."
Fuck.
"You're right, Miranda. I'm so sorry," the escort breathes, finding himself fiddling with the white table cloth about his knees.
He never acts like this. He never fumbles the bag this much.
"So Jeongguk, Miranda tells us you have been staying over at her home while Howard is away?"
Guk smiles politely. One of the first rules of escorting -- you never embarrass your client even if you have no idea what lies they've told.
"Yes! Miranda is an incredible host!" he feigns happily, allowing the older woman to intertwine her fingers with his.
Out of the corner of his eye, he can see a tall blonde man staring in his direction. The clothes scream fashionable and the way his eyebrows spring up makes the escort feel as if he's under police investigation.
"He's been keeping Howard's side of the bed nice and warm for him. Isn't that right, sugar?"
Jeongguk continues to stare back at the tall man, trying to gauge why he's suddenly so interested in him.
Is it because he's a hell of a lot younger than his client? Or maybe it's because the prospect of catching an older woman "cheating" on her husband is fascinating?
"Sugar? Jeongguk?"
Second rule of escorting -- never keep your client waiting.
Turning his attention back to the group, he looks over the botoxed women with a smile. "Of course. I hate it when Howard comes home."
The escort is beginning to feel ill, he realizes this when the blonde man scoffs softly. He can feel his eyes boring into the side of his head and droplets of sweat seem to trail effortlessly down his sideburns in turn.
"Y'know, I heard Lucinda say the other day that no man on this Earth could ever get her to cheat on her husband… Well, she's never met such a handsome young thing like Jeongguk before," Miranda chortles, combing her fingers through the escort's long black hair.
When the man begins to leave after picking up a to-go bag, Guk finds himself standing up from his chair. "Ex-Excuse me… I have to use the restroom!"
He doesn't know what's gotten into him, he moved so fast that all the women at the table jumped in surprise.
His feet take off quickly and the only thing he can think to himself is that you hired someone to spy on him. Wouldn't be the first time he's been spied on, Chloe had a list of PI's she would pay to make sure he was behaving himself when she wasn't around.
He chases after the man in the Italian suit without a care in the world and finally when he exits the dim restaurant, the spy finally turns towards him.
"Do I know you, bro? Why the fuck were you staring me down?" Jeongguk interrogates, widening his eyes.
"Just seen you somewhere before. That's all," the man replies, opening up the door to his Tesla and placing the to-go bag down gently.
The escort folds his arms impatiently, notching his eyebrows close together with sheer confusion. "Yeah? Where?"
"You were in an escort book that my friend has in her home. Just found it interesting to see you at work… that's all."
"Who's your f-friend?" Guk stutters.
"A drop dead gorgeous lady," the man replies, getting into his car and chuckling deeply as if he's disgusted at the sight in front of him.
Guk scratches at the back of his neck, watching the car slowly peel away from the curb and he swallows thickly at the whole situation he's just gone through.
"What the fuck?" he curses softly, running his hands over your face.
Jeongguk contemplates for a minute before he's already walking towards the bus stop like he's a man possessed.
When he gets this gut wrenchingly pathetic nervousness deep in the pit of his stomach, he's usually never wrong and just like so many times before with Chloe… he's pretty sure he'll be right.
"Lunch is here," Joon announces, bringing in a tray with both hands.
You look up from your computer with pursed lips and he just gives you a wide smile in return.
"Why?" you inquire slowly, moving your keyboard.
"Well you haven't gotten Lillard's in a while and I thought that maybe a good steak would cheer you up."
"I don't need cheering up," you reply confused, watching the tray plop down in front of you.
The medium rare steak and the truffle oil fries look perfectly made for you and you're confused as to why your handsome coworker even has it in hand. You made it a point today to tell him you were going to get a salad when you were hungry.
"I think you do in fact. You just seem… different today. Down maybe?"
In all honesty, you're pretty happy with what's been going on in your mind since yesterday. For once your brain isn't screaming at you and you feel what little solace is around in your heart.
"I saw him, y'know." Namjoon announces, sitting down before you and shaking his smoothie.
Even without any context or any more details, your blood runs cold.
Your body knows exactly what he's talking about before he can even explain and your hands begin to quake in response to it all.
"Who?" you breathe, narrowing your eyes at him.
Your voice seems to echo throughout the silent office and Namjoon takes his glasses off accordingly.
"I wasn't following him around I promise, I just went to get you lunch and I happen-"
The doors to your office burst open with a sweaty, handsome escort you know quite well.
"Sir! You can't go in there!" one of the receptionists gawk.
He stares at you for a moment and you swallow thickly at the sight of him.
"I took th-the bus," he gasps, his chest rising and falling as if he just ran a hundred meter dash.
Jeongguk turns his attention to Namjoon and his eyes radiate with discontent thoughts and words.
"I told you I saw him there," Joon replies smugly.
You're simply flabbergasted at the sight before you, folding your arms as if you don't know what the fuck to do.
The escort shuts the doors behind him, stepping into your office and not even giving it a full glance. "Chloe used to have me followed all the time, I was used to her doing it… I didn't think you would be the same too."
"What?! N-No! I didn't! I wouldn't ever!" you scoff, widening your eyes at his sour expression.
"You had to see the woman he was with! He isn't company you should keep, Y/N," Joon hisses, standing tall.
Your jaw practically drops to the floor and you're completely at odds with what to do.
Not a single moment of your life have you been speechless like this.
"Have you been following him?!" you inquire bewildered, slamming your hands down on your desk.
Suddenly, Guk knows that he is intruding on something that he shouldn't be witnessing.
"No, don't be ridiculous! When would I have time to follow this dude around!? I happened to see him at Lillard and found it completely fascinating what he does as a job. This woman looked like she was on death's doorstep."
"Yo, mind your fucking business Mr. Rogers!" Guk seethes through his teeth, stepping farther into the office.
Now it feels like you and Guk are hyenas ganging up on your prey but you're so in shock about it that you can't even begin to feel sorry.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Why am I being berated?! I ran into him!" Joon gasps, widening his eyes at you.
You open your mouth to speak but Jeongguk speaks first. His voice is commanding and vicious and it makes your voice crawl back into your throat almost immediately. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but this is how I make fucking money. You think I like sitting at tables with old women and being used as a piece of meat?! You think I want that?! It's how I get by! I don't need some fucking goody two shoes asshole judging me and my job. I don't do it because I love it, I do it because I have to."
Namjoon purses his lips, turning to you like you're going to fix the situation for him but you don't even know where to begin.
"Get out," you breathe, waving your hand at the door.
"Y/N!" your coworker breathes.
"Joonie."
Your voice is pleading and soft, echoing through both of the men all at once.
"Whatever," Joon hisses, shoulder checking the handsome escort on his way out of your office.
You don't speak for a moment, standing up you grab a bottle of red wine from the shelf on the wall and two glasses.
You can see how Jeongguk's body shakes with adrenaline and shock and you feel so sorry for him that it makes you want to fall apart.
You pour two glasses, drifting your fingers through your hair in turn.
"Sit," you order softly.
You shove the food away from you as you sit down, suddenly disgusted by the food from Lillards.
Guk takes a second before he's sitting down in front of you with weary eyes.
"I'm sorry he made you uncomfortable, that's just Namjoon. He's got a big personality and he's nosy," you breathe, lifting your wine glass.
"I-I just--" Guk starts shakily, he silences himself by taking the glass offered to him and chugging it within a second.
You pick at some skin on your lip with your teeth as you wait for him to calm down. Pouring him a second glass, you watch his eyes roam over your grandiose office.
"I was in shock when I saw him. I...I thought that you were spying on me. I've been quite used to it in the past so…"
"I would never. Your job is your job," you promise, "I don't care about what you do. I know that you don't even like doing it yourself sometimes."
The escort huffs, thinking back to how embarrassing he was just moments ago barreling through the large office building like a man on mission ready to give you a fucking verbal lashing.
"I was nervous that you'd… y'know… you'd hate me or something or want to end the contract or…"
"I understand," you breathe, reaching over the desk and placing your hand atop his.
He grips your hand tightly, swallowing his second glass of wine like it's water.
He doesn't know what came over him to make him so frightened and scared like he was, he jumped at the fucking chance to come and explain himself to you. He didn't want you to see him as whatever Namjoon would say about him. He wanted the chance to explain himself. He wanted to clarify.
"Chloe used to make me so frightened sometimes… She had me by the neck in most things… It's just an ingrained reaction. I'm sorry."
And now you can see just how completely broken he is. You can see that this puzzle of a man is missing pieces and your heart aches tremendously at the thought.
"Never apologize. I have ingrained reactions too, you've seen them."
"I would never want to embarrass you or make you think of me like I'm some kind of whore… or…"
"I don't!" you promise once more, staring at him with soft eyes, "I don't think you're any of those things."
Jeongguk takes a deep shaky breath, nodding at your passionate words. "Okay, good…"
"So… she's old?" you offer, trying to lighten the mood.
Jeongguk smirks then, pouring you another glass of wine with a shaky hand. "She's pretty old."
With a small smile, you tilt your head.
You can't imagine what he's been through to have him rushing to your side just to try and explain something so small and petty but you do see how completely broken and misunderstood he is under the persona he gives off.
And while you want yourself to be fixed… he needs to be fixed too.
