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neesieiumz · 2 years ago

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basorexia: chapter 2; a devotion

professor!Shouta Aizawa x teaching assistant!reader x professor!Keigo Takami

series warnings: 18+, smut, power imbalances, dumbification, blackmail, yandere tendencies, you’re probably not gonna like Hawks in this one, miscommunication, angst, stalking, dub-con, black-coded reader, hopeful happy ending, soft-dom!Aizawa, power-dom (I don’t know if this is what you call it, but he relishes the power he has over you.), love corner (because it’s two people liking one person, making it a corner), hopeful happy ending.

series summary: Living on the edge, sleeping, and having a relationship with your boss was never on your bucket list but here you are. Locked within a tangle of arms together, you thought nothing could touch, but soon one will find out how much obsession can open all secrets. For both you and everyone around you.

Chapter summary: you meet up with your cousin for lunch, a glimpse into your study group, a faculty meeting, and a night that ends in bliss... or does it really?

Chapter warnings: smut. 18+ soft/service-dom!aizawa. cunnilingus. praise kink.

wc: 4.2k

The restaurant was a hole-in-the-wall type of place, a small restaurant/pub that’s been passed down from generation to generation. Rumi, who most people know as Miruko, took you here when you first arrived in the city, all the way back during the beginning of your undergrad. Your mothers were sisters and the two of you basically grew up to be sisters, which was why when you got into Yuuei University, it was an easy decision to move in with her. While you pursue a career in neuroscience, she had a tenacity for exercise, making her up as a celebrity personal trainer, helping the top within the entertainment industry. She was constantly traveling, so even though you moved in with her you would barely see your cousin which was what made this lunch even more special to you.

Opening the door, you waved over to the bartender on duty, an older man who’s been here since before you arrived in the city. You glanced around the room seeing the familiar long platinum-white hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Rumi was looking down at her phone before she noticed you approaching. She smiled, standing up and walking to meet you halfway, She wrapped her arms around you, with you doing the same, enveloping you in a tight hug. She smelled of blackberries and soft vanilla. The two of you let go of each other, before settling into your respective seats. You took your jacket off, placing it on the empty chair beside it along with your bag. Immediately a server walked over to you, placing straws down and asking about drinks. Rumi ordered a Shirly Temple and you ordered a simple Sprite.

“So, how long are you back in town till the next celebrity?” You asked her after seeing what you want, placing the laminated folder down.

Miruko sighed, leaning back into her chair, “I’m taking a month off, I’ve been running ragged going up and down the country these past five months.”

You raised an eyebrow, “wow, last time you took a break, you only took a week off. Is there something else going on?”

She shook her head, pressing a hand towards her temple, “nah, just looking out for myself before i have a mental breakdown.”

You nodded your head, but before you could say anything, the server came back with your drinks. You thanked them before they asked if you were ordered. You ordered one of their spicy chicken sandwiches, your usual when you came here with loaded fries. Miruko ordered a big ass burger, also with loaded fries as well. The server smiled, before walking away to put your orders in. Once they were gone, you looked back towards your cousin, concern etched around in your eyes.

“Is everything okay, Miruko?”

She nodded her head, “I’ll be cool, just overdue for a well needed break, You know how I can overwork myself.”

She suddenly slammed her hands on the table, the bereaved look on her face disappearing, “enough about me! How about you? Anything new? Anyone new?” She wiggled her eyebrows on the last part, making you roll your eyes.

“Nothing new going on in my life,” you fibbed, glancing around, “just been going to class, being a teaching assistant, nothing new.”

Miruko didn’t accept that, leaning in closer to you, eyebrows curling up.

“Come on, you can tell me,” she nudged you, full on smirking at this point.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile still showed up, “there’s no one new, but if there is, you’ll be the first to know.”

She didn't believe you, judging by the way she looked at you but she dropped it, instead changing the conversation to your work during school. Your food soon arrived, the plates still steaming hot from the stove and oven. The two of you indulged into the food, conversation easily flowing between the two of you. You spent up to two hours there with your cousin, reminiscing on the old times when you two were growing up together.

The time went past the two of you, and you both had separate appointments to get to. Your cousin didn't want you to take the bus, so she dropped you off on campus. You had a study group to get to, with other people in your class in the library. You said bye to your cousin before heading off, seeing her luxury car speed away. You headed inside the library, walking past the receptionist at the counter towards the elevator. The study/project group was with some other people in your class, who were in the same master program as you as well.It was only five of you, including yourself.

Walking down the hall, you turned a couple of corners to get to the study room, the same one you had been using all year as well. You opened the door, smiling at the rest of the groups who seemed to have gotten started without you. You placed your things down before wrapping your arms around the person beside you, who immediately hugged you back.

“Oof, I’m glad you could actually make it, that teaching assistant job of yours as you are so busy!” One of your peers and someone who you could call a friend, Akira.

You shook your head, “sorry guys, things have been really hectic, but I’m finding a balance!”

Another one of the group, Takamori, who most just call Mori, shook his head, “don’t sweat it. Despite not showing up for a couple of weeks, you still get more work done than good ole Zenko over here!”

Mori slapped Zenko on his neck, who hissed and yelled a “hey!”, rubbing at the sore spot. You shared glances with Akira, before rolling your eyes at the same time.

You sat down in your seat, glancing over at the last person in the group, Hikari, who kept mostly to themselves. They looked up from their computer, seeing you and giving you a wave. You waved back, with a smile before looking up at the tv which was hooked to Hikari’s computer, containing your currency 35 slide PowerPoint. You took your jacket off, putting it on your chair before grabbing your laptop and iPad out of your bag. The air soon settled amongst you all, getting into a working mode to hopefully finish the rest of the representation. It wasn't due for another three weeks but you all would rather not have to worry about your hectic schedules.

Time passed once again as conversation flowed, a rhythm you all found while working together. You only had the room for two and a half hours, which gave you thirty minutes before the faulty meeting you were required to go to.

You said goodbye to everyone, giving hugs and kisses to Akira and making plans to hang out next weekend should your world allow it. You split ways, with you headed right back to the swanky new science building. You entered the building, going up the long stairs and turning away from the main lobbies to the hallway where the huge conference rooms were. The meeting consists of all the sciences faculty, including teaching assistants. Aizawa was the only teacher teaching Anatomy so he was expected to be here. You were his lone teaching assistant, you couldn't help but smile at that, this meeting was also required for you to be here.

Arriving at the conference room, you waved to some of the other professors, taking your seat in the furthest corner in the back of the room. Towards the front, you could see that familiar mess of dark hair, sitting alongside a blond man with long hair. The two of them were speaking, whatever it was you couldn't hear. You immediately pulled out your phone, and scrolled through your phone, looking through Twitter as the rest of the science professors filed into the conference room. Once all the professors filed into the room, the head of the science department, a very sweet lady by the name of Kayama, began to speak, flicking through the PowerPoint, focusing on the details of this semester and next semester.

Jumping, you felt a pinch at your backside, turning around only to be staring into golden-brown eyes. Hawks winked at you and you gave him a small smile and wave before turning around and continuing to pay attention to the meeting. Professor Kayama continued on with her presentation, with other professors chiming in as well. You kept quiet, taking notes on things you needed to do for the rest of the semester and what was to come next semester.

“We’ll also be introducing a new grading system next term, and we want to prepare you all for it!”

You took bullet points on everything you saw, listening to all the different questions other members were having. The meeting took well into the night, considering that today was Friday and they would like to intrude on people’s quality time with their families or loved ones.

Soon the meeting ended, and you walked out of the building, heading down the street to the nearest bus stop. As you walked down the street, a cold breath blowing right in front of you, a car slowly came to a stop right beside you. The horn caught your attention, turning toward the car only to find Shouta parked right beside you. Blinking, you took a few steps towards him, leaning into the rolled-down window.

“Can I help you sir?” you asked him, sticking your head into the window.

The car was dark, dark leather, the dashboard and everything dark matching the seats. It was decently clean, save for a few things in the back seat but that was probably things from the job. You looked back at him, cocking your head to the side a bit. Aizawa glanced over one time, before jerking his head to the side, motioning for you to get in the car. You stepped back a bit, opened the side door, and slid inside the car. You threw your bag into the back seat, buckling up before Shouta zoomed off into the night, probably towards his house. Relaxing into the chair, rolling your neck, releasing all the tension.

“How was lunch with your cousin?” He asked you, taking a left.

“It was really good, I hadn’t seen her in so long despite me living in her house,” you said, a soft smile appearing on your face.

He huffed, “hope she doesn’t mind me taking you away for the night then.”

You laughed at that, “stealing me away for the night? Should I be scared?”

You looked towards him as he huffed out a laugh, “yes, you most definitely should be scared.”

You rolled your eyes, a playful smile on your face as you reached in the back for your phone, pulling it out of your tote bag. Unlocking it, you pull up your messages with Mirko.

Spending the night at a friend’s place, be back tomorrow.

M: I knew it. Just a “friend” huh?!

You rolled your eyes once again, placing your phone in your lap and looking straight ahead. The two of you soon arrived at his home, a small three-bedroom home out in the suburbs of the city, away from all the bright lights. He pulled up into the driveway, using the garage remote attached to the sun visor of the car. Shouta pulled up into the garage, immediately closing it after he did. Then you got out, with you grabbing your bag from the back seat. You entered his home through the garage door, following right behind him. The garage door entered an area right beside the kitchen and the stairs to the second floor of the house. You placed your bag on the counter right side of the door, to the left, slipping off your shoes as you did. Shouta put his things on the island of his kitchen.

This wasn’t the first time you’d been in his house, so you knew most of where everything was. You followed the tall man into the kitchen, seeing him pull out different ingredients from the kitchen. You came up right beside him, seeing all the different ingredients being pulled out.

“Help me out here,” is all he said before you went into gear.

The two of you entered into a flow, with you working with the cold ingredients while he focused on actually cooking. It was quiet between the two of you but a very warm silence, as the two of you worked. The idea was a red pasta with pan-fried chicken. Cooking together was probably the second-most intimate act between the two of you, other than sleeping together. You smiled to yourself, seeing his hand place a wet towel down as you grabbed an onion to chop up.

As he finished cooking, you prepared the dining table which was also in the kitchen. You grabbed the re-corked bottle of white wine and placed it on the table, along with two of his wine glasses. Using the tool, you pulled the cork out. As you sat, pouring the wine into the glasses, Shouta began walking over, holding two plates in his hand. He placed one in front of you while taking the other one in the space right beside you. Thanking him, the two of you soon began eating.

Soon after dinner, you grabbed the plates, taking them over to the sink. Shouta went to the bathroom as you began to clean up, washing up the glasses as well. Focusing on the items in the sink, you didn’t notice the footsteps coming up behind you until you could feel hands suddenly wrap around your waist. Gasping, you were suddenly turned around, facing Shouta who pressed you against the sink. His hands sunk down, grabbing you underneath your thighs and pushing you up, so he could wrap your legs around his own waist. Giggling, you reached behind you, turning off the water tap before placing your arms up around his neck and shoulders. Nails weaving into his hair, pushing his head down towards your own.

He pressed you against the sink counter, lips roughly pressed your own. Your grip on his hair was harsh. You whispered a ‘fuck’ as he let go of your lips. His hands went from your waist, grabbing the bunched-up fabric of your dress, slowly peeling it up. Shouta tasted of wine and tomato sauce, you probably tasted the same. Lifting your arms up, you allowed him to take the rest of your dress off, leaving you in only your thong. He threw the fabric in some obscure corner, hands coming right up to your breasts. Your hands left his hair, going down to his black shirt. As you began to lift his own shirt up, he started to leave kisses all along your neck. He moved his hands, allowing you to get his shirt off before slowly throwing it somewhere. He attached himself back to you, his mouth moving to your titties.

Gasping, your nails dug into his back as he sucked away at your nipple, his other hand squeezing and holding the other one. You choked on your own spit, intensity overwhelming at a rapid pace. His touch and actions were familiar yet had you going senseless every time. God, you’ve never met a man like Shouta Aizawa, you doubt you ever find someone that makes you feel intense passion. From the moment you met, till now, your life has been a set trajectory with his every touch leading the way.

“Shouta,” gasping, hands basically ripping down his back.

You could feel him smirk against you, taking in every detail of you. He soon let go of your breasts, leaving a wet kiss along your stomach to your abdomen, and soon reached in between your thighs. His hands slid down your things, slowly sliding the pink velvet thin cloth off your body. As it pooled on the floor, he kneeled right over, face right there in between your thighs. His hot shaky breath caused sent trembles up your body through your spine. Moving his hands to your inner thighs, he separated them placing his tongue right on your clit.

You screamed, hearing yourself echo through the otherwise silent kitchen. Your hand flew to your mouth, covering up the onslaught of moans that were coming about. Almost immediately his hand left your thigh, flying up to your covered hand moving it from your mouth before diving in deeper.

Backing arching, you shook against the counter from his actions. His lips wrapped around your clit, sucking away endlessly. Bracing yourself, you could feel the cold of the metal sink as he pushed back against you. The way he commanded your body, in just a few months you two knew each other. The way he paid attention to every gasp and shiver, the way you moved within his hold.

“So good, oh my god,” the last word extended as you could feel him sink two fingers into your wet, glistening heat.

He kept going on and on, your rash movements and thrashes unmoving to him. The two of you locked eyes for a moment, and you can feel him smirk against you. Shouta took pride in the way he manipulated your body, and that moment was one of many that confirmed that. As Shouta continued, you could feel your lower abdomen begin to shake, your legs shaking with it. That titillating, familiar beginning to rise and rise quickly. Shouta kept his pace steady, inserting an extra finger inside of you as well.

Holding yourself was too strenuous, your head and shoulders falling into one side of the sink. You screamed at him that you were almost there, that you were gonna come soon. Your hands could no longer reach over to him, the limbs falling right by your side.

With a final moan, back arching once again, you reached your peak, everything crashing all at once.

Gasping heavily, you lifted your head up as Shouta stepped away from you for a moment. He gave you a single moment to reprieve, before picking up your body with ease. Immediately you latched yourself around him. In between the time he pressed me against the counter to now, he had lost his sweatpants. Legs wrapping around his waist, you pressed your lips against his own, indulging in your taste. As you kissed him, his one hand held you up as the other lost the boxers he was wearing. He pushed you up, angling your body well. Gasping as you felt that familiar pressure, throwing your head back as he pressed himself into you. Letting go of the kiss, you pressed your cheek against his shoulder as he lowered down further and further.

“So, so soo big, fuck,” panting, tongue out and drolling as he stretched you out, filling you to the brim.

His deep raspy chuckles rattled your body, his mouth right near your ears, “just a little more, angel.”

You could let out shaky moans, nodding your head whilst laying it down on his shoulder. With one last thrust, he was all the way in. With little to no remorse, start lifting your body up and down with an intoxicating speed. You braced yourself within his hold, curling within his touch as he continued to hold you up and move within you. Your eyes were drooping, overwhelmed by his movements, your ears, and your mind buzzing with white noise.

“Keep your eyes open, baby, look at me.”

Gasping, pulling yourself out of the trance, you moved your head to be able to look at him.

“Yeah, yeah that’s it, keep your eyes right on me.”

Your body was sticky with sweat, the atmosphere was heated all around you, and you could barely breathe as he rocked you. You tried your best, your hardest to keep your eyes right on him. The grunts resonated in your ears as he picked up his pace, continuing to reach deep within you. He was dangerously close to your cervix, pressing just closer enough for it to hurt just right.

“Shouta,” you convulsed in his hold, body twitching with euphoria.

He says nothing as he continued to fuck you, finding his fast pace and sticking to it. Gasping as he leaned in close to you, placing wet kisses all over your neck and shoulder. The sudden closeness caused him to penetrate deeper inside you.

“‘s too deep, fuck so deep Shouta,” you cursed, head thrown back.

Your body began to quiver and shake, choked sobs making their way up from your throat. You were close, so painfully close. His movements and thrusts forced your back to arch, curling more and more into the impending climax.

“Gonna come, fuckfuckfuckfuck gonna come.”

He smirked, continuing his brutal thrusts, with no intention to let you up.

“Go on, cum for me baby.”

With those words, a final single cry erupted out of your lips, you writhed in his hold, pussy dripping all over him, dripping right onto the floor. Heaving, letting out a heavy gasp, your body went slack, all muscles within your body unresponsive. SHouta'’s grunts became louder and rougher, his thrust becoming erratic. However, you could barely even process anything that happened after you came, his hands being the only thing that's holding your body up.

With a final thrust, Shouta came deep within you, not even bothering to pull out like other times before. It was silent except for his heavy breathing and your slight pants. You were floating, your mind, it was out of this world, like many times before. You could feel your body moving, him slowly pulling you off of him, the sullen feeling with the sudden emptiness. You could feel all that was happening all around you. Shouta carried you within his arms, moving you around to carry you around like a bride. He left your pile of clothes in the kitchen as he walked up and out the kitchen, up the stairs to his bedroom. Doors opened and creaked as he stepped in, sudden light flooding your closed eyes.

He took a few steps, before kneeling down slightly and reaching for something, resting you against his thigh. A rush of water, his bathtub, you could slowly deduce within your state. He waited for a moment, for the water to be a bit sallow and warm enough before slowly placing you inside. As the water fills, the heat brings your mind back to earth a bit, boring your eyes to look up at your lover. You gave him a weak smile, pulling your hand out of the water to feel for his face. His scruffy beard and the familiar scratchiness brought a weak smile to your face as you pulled him down, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

As you let him go, he gave you his own soft smile, before getting up, and going over to the small basket of body care he leaves near the bathtub. He grabbed it, walked back over to you, and placed it right near the tub before getting in himself, lifting you up before sitting down and placing you right on his lap. Together, the two of you cleaned each other up, rinsing off the sin of the previous activities.

As soon as you were clean, you were more grounded, following after him to the two towels he laid out for you. The two of you dried off, you get dressed in one of his thin t-shirts, and him getting into another pair of sweatpants before guiding you out of the bathroom. You climbed into his bed, with him following in right after you. The two of you got under the covers, snuggling right near each, his arm right on top of your whole body. Taking a deep breath, you smiled, easily falling into a deep and peaceful sleep.

You woke up with a gasp, the sudden feeling of pressure within your bladder, and no, not the good kind either. Grimacing, you pushed away Shouta’s arm, holding your stomach as you pushed yourself off the bed. He was an extremely heavy sleeper, not waking up as you walked around the bed, and towards the bathroom. Glancing to your left, you noticed a familiar bag sitting against the wall near his nightstand. Smiling to yourself, he must have gotten up and gotten it as you were asleep. Then you were reminded of the impending danger that was coming. Quickly, you grabbed your phone out of the tote bag before heading right inside the bathroom.

Scrolling through Twitter as you did your business, cleaning up and washing your hands. You were about to head back outside when you noticed two email notifications come in at the same time to your phone, one addressed to your personal and your school. You ignored the personal one, you could see that one tomorrow, but you checked the school one, making sure it was that one professor that constantly got back to you at odd hours of the night.

Your heart stopped. Blood went as cold as a snake.

Your ears began to fill with white noise, and your heart raced faster and faster as you scrolled through what you were seeing. Tears were welling right in your eyes,

On your phone screen, were pictures of you and Shouta, not only from today but from days, even a date night he surprised you with a month ago in a whole new city during a school break.

At the end of the email, was the only words within this world-shattering email,

I know your secret Angel… ;-) <3

taglist: @deegausserr @ryutotsukai0824 @lik0 @yaygurist @megnotfound

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jeyramarie · 4 years ago

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More like a kook (part 20)- Kiara Carrera x Sister! Reader

summary: the aftermath from the kidnapping is worse than they thought and an unexpected caller makes things interesting 👀

wc:2,686

warning: blood description, hospitals, angst

a/n: PLEASE READ!!! special thanks to @ilovefandoms102 for helping me finish this, i was stuck 😂 also with this part i conclude this fic until season 2 of obx comes out, i’m gonna be writing imagines/blurbs, i also have a jd fic planned with @ilovefandoms102 which will be coming out soon!!! i hope you guys liked reading more like a kook. i sure had a blast writing it, but anyway, without further ado, happy reading everyone 🦋

“What the fuck is going on?” The two pogues looked at the top of the stairs to see a very confused JJ and Nani, barely standing, with wide eyes.

“Since when have you guys been a thing?” the kook asked, putting a piece of hair behind her ear. JJ grabbed her by the waist and helped her walk down the stairs to go to the kitchen. Kie and Pope looked at each other, not knowing what to say, trying to find the right answer. They couldn't really lie now, they were caught in the middle of the kiss.

“I saw you guys kissing when John B left… but i thought it was like a heat of the moment kind of thing.” the blonde boy said helping Nani sit on the kitchen stool.

“Well… that’s really when it started..” Kie said looking at her shoes feeling embarrassed that her sister and her best friends caught her red handed.

“Okay….. Is there any food? I’m starving.” Nani groaned while getting comfy on the stool and trying to change the subject quickly, noticing how uncomfortable Pope and Kie were.

“There’s some left overs from work..” the curly haired pogue suggested walking around the counter and opening the fridge.

“I’ll take it.” the kook said, shrugging her shoulders and smiling a bit. Kie took the burgers and chicken wings out of the fridge and into the oven to heat it up.

“So, Nani…..how do you feel? do you…. you know.. have any pain?” Pope asked fiddling with the keys to the dirt bike.

“I’m okay…..probably gonna have nightmares but...i’m okay..” she smiled leaning into JJ’s chest who was standing beside her making sure she didn't fall. They all stayed in the living room, eating and watching a funny movie. After a couple hours Nani fell asleep on JJ’s shoulder with soft snores coming from her slightly open lips. He stared at her for a few and leaned in to kiss her hairline.

“Do you love her?” Kie asked, making both boy’s eyes open wide. The blonde boy’s mouth opened but nothing came out, they stayed in silence for a while.

“Sorry, it just...came out.” she whispered standing up grabbing the plates from the coffee table. She left to the kitchen and the living room stayed quiet with only the noises of the movie in the background.

“Is she okay?” JJ whispered looking at Pope who was throwing a chip into his mouth.

“Yeah, she’s just… shaken up about everything… she was really anxious about Nani.” he explained leaning back in her chair looking at the tv again. Kie came back and sat next to Pope again continuing to watch the movie. After a few minutes, JJ felt tired so he decided to carry Nani up to her room. He moved his shoulder slightly letting the crook of her neck fall into the inside of his elbow, then his other arm went under her knees taking her off of the couch.

“Night guys...i’ll lay down with her.” JJ whispered smiling at his friends who started gathering everything up to clean the room a bit.

“Night.” “Good night, man.” the pogues said simultaneously while the blonde boy made his way to the stairs. He stopped and turned to them, feeling the irresistible urge to tell them something.

“Oh and if you’re gonna fuck….please don’t be too loud.” he smirked at them and started making his way upstairs leaving his two best friends in shock and with intensely blushing faces. JJ laid Nani on her bed and got in with her wrapping his arm around her waist, making the little spoon. He fell into a deep slumber and was dreaming about John B, when they went surfing, how happy they all were when they all found the gold but all that quickly disappeared when he was woken up by coughs coming from the bathroom. He opened his eyes and noticed that the kook wasn't next to him, he turned, staring at the clock that read ‘3:30 am’. Groaning he stood up and walked to the bathroom, knocking softly on the door. Nani opened the door and gave JJ a small smile which he returned. He walked into the bathroom while she leaned back against the sink and crossed her arms, waiting for him to talk.

“What are you doing up?” he asked looking around the bathroom.

“Nothing..i just had to pee.”

Out of the corner of his eye he saw something brightrant red in the trash can, he turned and picked up the napkin.

“What is this?”

“A napkin.” Nani muttered making JJ mad.

“I know what it is but why the fuck does it have blood on it?” he said, raising his voice a bit while walking towards her, keeping her hostage between the sink and him.

“I don't know, okay? it’s - it’s not my blood.”

“How is it not yours, Nani? That makes no sense.” he said angrily shaking the napkin in front of her face, making her nervous. So nervous she started coughing again uncontrollably again, she covered her mouth and when she took it away from her face spots of blood covered her palm. She looked at JJ with watery eyes and started coughing again out of nowhere. This time, she couldn't be able to stop as her blood filled spit decorated JJ’s white tank top. When he saw the blood he looked up at the kook and her chin was covered in bloody saliva while tears ran down her cheeks.

“Kie! Pope! Come here! Hurry! Kie! Pope!” he shouted, grabbing Nani’s shoulders, trying to look at her face. When he saw that the coughs were getting worse and she was swaying a bit, losing her balance and falling onto JJ’s arm still hacking up the red icky substance.

“Kiara! Pope! Please help me!” he looked down at Nani again touching her face and rubbing her cheek with his thumb.

“You’re gonna be okay…. You're gonna be fine.” he said while his voice broke and stray tears ran down his face.

“Kiara! Pop-” JJ was about to yell again when the pogues burst into the room finding their best friend with an almost conscious girl in his arms.

“What happened?” Kie panicked when she saw the blood and went to the floor immediately to check on her sister.

“She started coughing up blood, I don't know why..” he whimpered looking between Pope and Kiara.

“I’m gonna call an ambulance.” Pope said, turning around to look for Nani or JJ’s phone.

“No! We’ll take her, it's way faster.” the curly haired pogue said standing up, giving the blonde boy some room to properly grab her sister and stand up. When they left the bathroom, Pope was already downstairs looking for the car keys. He finally found them and ran outside opening the back seat door and getting into the driver's seat, turning on the car. Kiara got in and JJ put Nani inside, laying her head on her sister’s lap and quickly ran to the front seat. Pope sped down the empty street while the two girls were on the verge of crying.

“Kie, it really hurts.” Nani groaned, clutching her stomach and curving her body into a ball.

“What hurts?”

“My stomach.” the kook whimpered while her sister lifted up her shirt, gasping at what she saw. Her abdomen was covered in bruises of all colors, some bigger than others, some darker, some lighter.

“Nani, di- did Rafe and Barry do this?” Kie cried watching her sister cry out in pain. When JJ heard the names he turned around with furrowed eyebrows.

“Rafe and Barry what?” he asked a bit angry, low key not wanting to know what else they did to Nani. Kie looked down at her sister who was shaking her head, not wanting her boyfriend to find out what really happened in that little shack.

“They hit her...bad.” she said looking at him ignoring her sister’s silent plies to stay quiet but she couldn't, JJ had to know. Kiara even invented that pogue rule ‘no lies among pogues’, she wasn't going to be the one to break it.

“They did what?!” he shouted angrily but before he could say anything else, Pope cut him off.

“We’re here.” he said, stopping in front of the ER entrance. JJ got out fast and took Nani in his arms with Kiara trailing behind him. Immediately, the nurses and doctors came with a gurney so the pogue could lay her there. They started acting fast, asking for her name, age, checking her vitals, her breathing and when they were about to start the stomach palpitations Nani groaned in pain again, curving her body. A nurse turned to Kiara and JJ with a confused expression.

“What happened?”

“She was coughing up blood out of nowhere.” JJ rambled running his fingers through his hair while watching the medical professionals work on his girlfriend. Kie was about to mention the bruises when Nani started coughing blood again making the doctors and nurses run with the gurney inside, making JJ and Kie nervous, not knowing what was gonna happen.

“I need a CT stat and get me OR 3 ready!” the surgeon shouted, making everyone else scatter and get to work, a nurse stayed behind to keep asking the pogues a couple questions about Nani.

“What- what’s happening? where are they taking her?” Kie asked worriedly walking towards the doors where her sister just went through.

“They’re gonna do a few tests to check what’s causing the coughing and the blood, okay? but do you guys know where the bruises come from?” the nurse asked holding her pen with one hand and the clipboard with the other putting it in front of Kie, signaling her that she can’t through the doors.

“Ummm….uuuhh… she-“ the curly haired pogue stuttered looking at JJ, not knowing what to say. The nurse noticed the hesitation and the fear so she lowered the clipboard and gave them soft eyes.

“Look, guys...in order to help Nani, you need to tell me what happened, if she’s allergic to anything…” she said softly.

“She’s not allergic to anything…” Kie whispered, receiving a confused look from the nurse.

“I’m her sister.” she clarified making the woman nod.

“Are you guys gonna tell me what happened or do i need to call the cops?” the two pogues looked at each other and looked back at the nurse hoping Pope would burst in and save them from this moment.

After what felt like hours, Nani was out of surgery and finally waking up, feeling a hand on hers. She squeezed it and heard a faint gasp while she was coming back into reality.

“Nani? Nani, can you hear me?” the voice said as she tried to open her eyes slowly, trying to get used to the strong white light of the room. She saw a blurry silhouette with long hair, it was Kie who was literally crying, feeling grateful that her sister was okay.

“Kie?” she groaned squinting her eyes because of the light, she put a hand over them feeling a little sting.

“Yeah, it’s me. I’m right here.” Kie smiled, grabbing her hand tighter. Nani was about to ask where she was when her parents burst into the room.

“Alani? Kiara? Oh my god.” Anna cried pulling the pogue in for a hug and grabbing the kook’s hand strongly.

“Are you guys okay?” she whimpered, wiping Kie’s tears with her thumb. Mike was next to Nani touching her hair and kissing her forehead while holding her hand softly because of the IV line.

“Hi, dad.” the kook whispered giving her dad a small smile which he returned with teary eyes.

“Hey, sweetie. How do you feel?”

“It hurts a bit but… i’m okay.” she smiled and in that moment Anna came towards the bed on her left side, where Kie was a couple minutes ago.

“I’m so glad you guys are okay. What happened?” their said worriedly looking back and forth at her daughters, who were hesitating. Nani looked at her sister, who was standing at the foot of the bed, with a confused face. She didn't know why her parents were there, they didn’t know she got kidnapped or about the gold or about the money. So of course, Nani assumed it was Kie who called them.

“She got beat up by some kooks...outside of the Wreck.” the pogue said after clearing her throat and looked at Nani, signalling her to continue the lie.

“Yeah….it wasn't pretty.” she whispered and groaned a bit when she tried to move.

“Wh- why would they hit you?” Anna stuttered looking at Mike with wide eyes.

“They were gonna do something to Kie….because she was….hanging out with pogues..” Nani said, moving her eyes to look at her sister and nodded so she could continue.

“Yes… yeah, ummm.. she w- she was protecting me..” Kie gave them a small smile looking at her parents, seeing that they actually bought the lie. Mike left the room to talk to the doctor and a couple minutes later Anna left to get some food. The Carrera sisters finally stayed alone which made them giggle, thinking about the huge explanation they thankfully dodged.

“I can’t believe they bought it.” Kiara giggled sitting next to her sister who was laughing too.

“Yeah...i didn’t know we were such good actresses.. someone give us an oscar.” she smiled but then frowned almost instantly, which Kie noticed so she frowned too.

“Where’s JJ?” the kook whispered looking down at her hands and then up at her sister.

“He’s outside…you want me to call him?”

“Yes, please.”

“Okay.” the pogue muttered before standing up from the bed and walking outside to get JJ. Nani stayed looking out the window, thinking about everything that happened. She could’ve died and it was all thanks to Rafe Cameron. Her raging thoughts were cut short when she heard the door open and when she turned her smile grew bigger than ever. JJ smiled, ran to the bed and immediately grabbed her face and connected his lips with hers. They had an incredible urge to be together, like they’ve been apart for decades. The blonde boy resisted some actions, he thought about all the things he would do if they weren’t in the hospital at that precise moment but he calmed down when he heard her giggle into the kiss. She pulled away smiling and rubbed her thumbs on his cheeks.

“I’m so happy you’re okay.” he whispered sniffling while touching her hair softly.

“I missed you…i’m so glad you’re here.” she smiled, grabbing his hand and kissing his palm.

“How are you? are you okay?” she asked, gripping his hand tighter.

“Babe, you’re the one in a hospital bed.” he laughed, making her smile and bite her lip.

“I don’t care, I still worry about you.” JJ was about to talk but that’s when Pope and Kie walked in with three bags of food.

They all ate and made jokes, wanting to make Nani smile in a time like this. Pope even brought his little speaker so he put some music on and started dancing with Kie while JJ was playing UNO with Nani on the bed. The kook placed a +4 card on the table which made JJ scoff and she turned to her sister, watching her smile as Pope twirled her around. She turned back to JJ and when she was about to put another card, his phone started ringing.

“Hey! Pope, can you lower the volume?” he asked while placing his cards down and taking out his phone. He looked at the screen and didn’t recognize the number, it came from the Bahamas. He was really confused so he answered it, looking at all of his friends with furrowed eyebrows.

“Hello?” he immediately opened his eyes extremely wide as they got watery, grabbing everyone’s attention. Nani gave him a worried face asking him who it was with her eyes.

“John B?”

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vaudelin · 6 years ago

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The day of Dean's fortieth birthday, told from Lebanon's point of view. (1 of 6)

I. Richard F., 53 - Rick’s Best Meats Co. (1282 wc) [AO3]

Ricky’s wrapping an order of back ribs, nodding along absently to Anderson’s chatter, when the local FBI agent appears from the condiment aisle and shuffles into the back of the line.

He’s in his off-duty wear, decked out in denim and plaid, his position betrayed only by the coiled swagger that comes from having a concealed weapon somewhere on his body. Arrived at the shop on his own, too, no partner in sight. His presence staggers Ricky for a moment, just long enough that he wonders whether this’ll be the time the agent—Douglas, pretty sure it was Doug or Douglas, though his badge flashed seemingly by accident—has come to ask him questions more routine than whether Ricky can find him elk’s liver before the full moon rises.

Truthfully, Agent Doug-or-Douglas has been in here often enough that he shouldn’t rattle Ricky anymore, particularly because the guy tries his best to seem unassuming. Then again, anybody who had to stare up at a guy that tall would probably do a double-take too.

Anderson nods his appreciation and picks up his pack of ribs, hefting his way toward the storefront where Julie’s already busy at the till. Ricky then drops his focus back to Mrs. Pierson, next in line, who has approached the display case and is already rattling off her regular order of feta stuffed chicken. Hands moving, Ricky nods along like her order might deviate from the usual (it won’t), knowing that if he fails to give her sufficient eye contact she’ll lodge a back-channel complaint with his wife at their book club Saturday evening.

Agent Douglas waits offside, browsing hot sauces until the crowd in the store has dissipated, the line having dried up and died. Ricky makes a quick glance at the tills, confirms Julie’s glued back on her phone, and ushers the agent up to the display case.

“Got your lamb’s blood,” Ricky says, bending close, scarcely above a murmur. “That femur bone too. It’s a bit nicked-up—rookie did the cut—but should still be good for …” He waves his hand in a slow, small circle, roping up the idea of whatever it is that Agent Douglas—Doug—needs these things for.

Ricky’s about to go for the box in the back cooler, but Doug’s eyes have widened, caught off-guard. Briefly, Ricky wonders whether the past six years of odd requests have all been an elaborate set-up for the smallest meat shop sting in FBI history.

“Uh, no actually—” Doug begins, though he backtracks as soon as he sees the color draining from Ricky’s face. “I mean, yes, I’ll take it, of course, thank you, but—well. I have to ask for something unusual this time.”

Oh lord, Ricky thinks, he’s going to ask for something human. He—

“—does so much, and we were thinking of doing something special, y’know? But since he’s usually the one doing the cooking, I’m not sure what we could get, or what’s good enough to—”

“Wait,” Ricky blurts, brain lagging behind. “You’re looking for cut recommendations?”

Doug sags forward, breathing relief. “Yes. Exactly.”

Ricky’s shoulders slump. He takes his balance from the curved top of the display case, waiting for his brain to reboot. He’s in his element for once, except that he’s not, not by any stretch of the imagination. What do you offer the guy that regularly asks for entrails?

“So it’s a party for your partner,” Ricky says slowly.

“Uh,” Doug says. “Sure.”

“The other agent,” Ricky amends, ticking his thumb. “Got any idea yet what you’re making?”

“Something red meat,” Doug says. “Beyond that, the menu’s open.”

“A’ight.” Ricky feels the treads in his head catching traction, the engine of his mind revving back into a purr. “He a stew guy? Steak? Burger?”

“Burger,” Doug nods affirmatively.

“Bison? Pork? Angus?”

Doug grimaces. “Beef, I guess? He usually makes from scratch.”

“And lemme guess—that’s outside your comfort level, huh.” Ricky nods along when Doug does. He waves the agent down along the display. “You might be better off with a package of pre-mades rather than trying to imitate what he does.”

“Nothing frozen,” Doug quickly amends, nose wrinkling. “Sorry, just—years on the road. He knows the difference.”

“No foul,” Ricky says, shrugging. So they’re back to fresh. Beginner levels. He walks him through the chuck mixes they have on hand, the jalapeno cheddar pork patties, the pork and beef salsa, even the veggie patties they bring in custom for Peg Mussey. When none of them jump out to Doug as appealing, Ricky dials it back and thinks on it a moment, tapping a finger on the glass above the display. “Y’know, it’s a basic ground, sure, but if you’re up for it, this chuck would take to burgers beautifully.”

Doug leans in toward the glass, staring down the chuck like it might offer its own take.

Ricky scratches the back of his neck, torn between the upsale and doing right by the guy. Maybe he’s overstepping, but—“I have this homemade spice mix that’s dynamite for burgers. The whole family clamors for it as soon as barbecue season picks up. I could get a copy to you, maybe ...?”

Ricky waits the half-beat for insult to rise, if the partner is truly a connoisseur kind of guy, but thankfully Doug seems grateful for the offer rather than offended.

“You would do that?” Doug asks, clearly relieved.

Ricky beams back his own relief. “Sure, it’s no family secret. Though I’d say pick up all the recommended toppings too, if you’re looking for the full experience. He like anything extra on his bun?”

Doug huffs, laughing. “Bacon, bacon, bacon.”

Ricky claps. “Good man. We’re back in business, m’friend.”

He gets Doug to give him a rough idea of the party headcount, then starts portioning out enough ground chuck for each guest to come back for thirds. He takes a couple extra minutes to show Doug the rough size to make a patty, how to mix and shape it without overworking it. He rounds out the order with the cuts of bacon that best serve Doug’s burger schemes, finishing off the whole kit with a perfectly portioned ingredient list that Ricky scratches out on the brown wrapping paper atop the bacon slab.

“Can’t tell you how grateful I am for all the help, Rick,” Doug says, a newfound confidence entering his voice. “I gotta admit, attempting to cook my brother’s own recipe for him was … daunting, to say the least.”

“It’ll be fine,” Ricky tells him, waving idly. “Just stick to that spice ratio, and don’t overcook ‘em.”

“Thank you, seriously.” Doug looks young with this puppy-dog look, his eyes shining out from his mop of hair.

Ricky shrugs again. “It’s nothing. ‘M just glad to see you in here for something other than kidneys and hearts for once.”

Ricky smiles through the joke, but Doug frowns briefly. “No, you’re right. I should grab one too, maybe, if Garth’s gonna …” He thinks it over a moment longer, then adds with finality, “Yeah, a cow heart too, if you have one.”

Ricky nods, his grin fading. “Yeah, I got one,” he says, thumb jabbing vaguely toward the cooler. He wraps the requested offal and watches Agent Douglas embark for Julie at the till, wondering just what kind of a celebration includes burgers and a cow heart on the same menu.

“Have a good one, Doug,” Ricky shouts as he’s leaving, earning a puzzled look from the agent, followed by a tight wave from his free hand.

It’s only after Doug is gone, the bell above the door tinkling shut, that Ricky remembers the lamb’s blood and femur in the back.

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loftyexecutor · 7 years ago

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Pairing: addain [Esper/Sia], elsain [Infi/Sia] Rating: T WC: 1697 AU: gang au

part of q-rious previously on q-rious; quod

Esper doesn't even realize he's shaking, though his whole body moves like a leaf in a storm, hands frozen by his hips, twitching minutely.

The feeling of Apos' tongue across his lips and in his mouth is familiar and his body welcomes it right away. His mind, however, doesn't share the same sentiment. On unsteady feet, he backs away, lips tingling with the still-present ghost touch.

His hand raises on its own, swinging in a wide arch.

Smack.

It doesn't even feel like it's him doing it, more like he's just an observer peering at the world through the eyes of whoever it is that just created a crimson, palm-shaped mark on Apos' pale cheek.

Apos moves his jaw, making sure it's all right - Esper hasn't been a bodyguard for nothing, even with a body that hides his strength. He looks guilty and doesn't move from the spot even as Esper takes progressively longer and longer to sort through the turmoil of his thoughts.

"Your sense of humor has changed, I see," he mutters darkly, feeling the way his brows knit almost painfully. "Let me clarify, it wasn't funny."

He suddenly feels like retching again, purging the last remains of the alcohol from his body along with Apos' taste that lingers on the edge of his tongue, taunting him. Something smoky with a touch of mint.

Infi hadn't moved during this whole exchange, but now he does, stepping closer to Esper with his arms folded. "It wasn't a joke, that's why," he says, shifting. His arms are as much a barrier as any. "Listen, I know my return fucked up your little thing, but that's why we talked with Apos about it. Y'know, the thing you refused to do and instead got high and drunk?"

"What I do with my body is none of your concern," Esper bites back, all he can force out.

Infi pierces him with a look simultaneously burning and chilling to the bone. Esper refuses to budge, though he does cross his arms in return, doubling the makeshift barrier. "It's my concern when it makes stuff worse."

"It makes nothing worse."

The redhead sighs, shoulders lowering a little. "Apos cried, y'know."

This seems to startle Esper, his eyes shooting to the mentioned man's face for a split second only to find it perfectly dry, if a little contorted. "I don't follow," he breathes.

"When you left. He wouldn't stop, no matter what I did. Just kept crying 'Esper, Esper!' until he passed out from exhaustion." Infi starts twirling a long lock of hair around his index finger as if to find something for his twitchy fingers to do. When he notices Esper's still-very-much-confused look, his lips press into a hard line. "Let me make this clearer."

Finally, Esper thinks.

"Sia likes you. Whether or not you believe it, he does. He also still likes me." Apos is trying his hardest to look like he's not even there. "And you like him, don't you. Otherwise you wouldn't be so jealous-"

"Watch your mouth!"

"-of me." Infi offers a lazy grin, swaying on the balls of his heels. "Now, now. We've come to an agreeable... Let's say a deal, while you were busy drinking yourself up."

"That's it, I don't have to listen to this… kid… spewing shit about me," Esper declares, obviously fed up with Infi's thinly veiled jabs at him.

"Esper," Apos speaks up, first time in the while, and now Infi falls silent. Well, he does when Apos' eyes bore into him, berating him without a single word. "Hear us out. Me out."

Esper takes a deep breath, gazing wistfully at the road before sighing and holding his arms tighter. "Alright, I'm all ears. What is this deal bullshit the pipsqueak blabbered about?"

"Pipsqueak?!" Infi cries out, offended. Well, not even the heels of his shoes give him nearly enough to match either Esper or Apos' height.

"I don't want to lose you, Esper," Apos says, ignoring Infi's remark for the moment. "I... I care about you. Not like a subordinate, but as a friend... Partner. I care the same about Infi, but he'd been gone and now he's back and it's pretty confusing but I know I want you around if that's what you also want!"

Esper is quiet for a moment and then he's still quiet, barely audible, as he says, "It's never been fun being Elsword Perfect Sieghart's shadow, you know? Whenever you talked about him I just wanted to kill him as well, because you'd never stop, you never let me forget there was someone better than me."

"I should have noticed," Apos admits, hanging his head in a mixture of shame and apology.

"I wanted to be special to you," Esper admits, the most painful thing he'd said all day.

"You are special to me."

Esper shakes his head at that, making Apos take back the cautionary step he'd taken towards him. "Not like Infi."

"So that's what you think," Apos utters and his lips quirk up at the corners. "You're right. You're special to me not like Infi, but like you. And I want you to stay, I… need you to stay, it hurts to imagine life without you."

He'd obviously struck a chord with Esper, because he shifts nervously, running fingers through his messy hair. "You survived without Infi. You… became greater. You'll have him back, so you don't really need a failed experiment anym-"

"You're not like Infi, don't you understand?" Apos cuts him off. He would not hear another self-deprecating word from Esper's lips. "You're Esper Grenore, and there's nothing failed about you."

Esper chuckles; it's not wholehearted, but it's a step in the right direction. "The test results would beg to differ."

"What do I care about some decade old tests?"

Esper's lips curl up further. Apos can see the exhaustion clear in his eyes and the bags under them. The man looks like he needs a good night's sleep. And some breakfast, preferably.

"Can I make an offer?" Apos asks, taking a small step towards Esper. Esper doesn't back away, this time, just peers curiously at him. "You don't have to be a bodyguard to Infi. We talked, and Infi agreed to… Well, share the head spot. He'd been gone so long he doesn't know current operations and whatnot. So I wouldn't be his bodyguard, and you could stay mine."

There's a glimmer in Esper's eyes as he glances sideways at Infi, though whether it's an excited grimmer or an enraged one for Infi to try and steal Apos' hard earned spot is beyond either of them. "What about him, though?"

Infi laughs and speaks up again, finally. Honestly, it felt like they'd been passing a baton. "I don't need a guard for the time being. No one even knows I'm back yet, and when the rumors spread, it'll be much more effective to show I can protect myself, don't you think?"

Esper doesn't offer an answer, instead turning back to Apos. "So he'll always be around," he states more than asks.

Apos' eyes soften and he smiles rather lopsidedly. "Give him a chance. I'm sorry I did… all that I did in the past, but no matter how much I hyped him up, he's still a human like us."

"And I don't have to protect him?"

"No." Though Apos doesn't have a single doubt Esper would jump in were something to actually happen.

"Only you? Like before?"

"Only me. Just like before."

"And…" Esper falters. He's almost there, they almost have him! Apos' heart is pounding so hard it's a real feat to keep himself composed. "What was that about the... kiss?"

"Ah." Apos flushes, looking away. "Well… Uh… I love you?"

Esper quirks a brow, hiding his inner turmoil with a scoff. "Love me enough to botch my name during sex, huh?"

Apos cringes. "I'm… sorry for that. Truth is, I also love Infi. But that's… no reason to hurt you in such a way. If you'd give me permission, I would use the right name next time."

"Would you now?" Esper muses, mulling it over. "Are you saying you want to fuck me while you're, what, fucking Infi as well?"

"Date," Apos corrects. "I want to date you."

"Us both? Do I have to date Infi?"

Infi can feel the weight of Esper's stare burning through him. "Nah," he says, instantly feeling it burning a little less. "Just Apos."

"I can… live with that," Esper nods, more to himself than anything. Apos knows he'll warm up to Infi, sooner or later. Well, knowing Esper, it'll be later more than sooner. "I… don't know how this works."

"We can figure it out. For now, how does lunch sound like?"

Esper has to admit, at least to himself, that he is starving. Having heaved up what little he'd ingested the night prior left him woozy and with a grumbling stomach, so he didn't have many protests.

"McDonald's?" he asks hopefully, just the thought of a chocolate McSundae making his mouth water.

"Anything you want," Apos nods.

Esper casts a glance at Infi, who had stuck his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking odd with the bruise on his face and dust on his dress shirt. His tie is askew. But the boy - how old even is he? How is he the head of a mafia? - looks completely relaxed now, when grinning lazily.

"One order of chicken nuggets and chocolate ice cream?" Infi asks, already looking like he knows the answer. Esper glances at Apos, and even if Apos' expression doesn't betray anything, he knows he's the one who told Infi what he likes. Something tugs at his heart.

"Double order of chicken burger and vanilla ice cream?" Esper replies, hesitantly.

They turn to look at Apos and this time their voices are almost synced. "One order of cheeseburger with bacon, no ice cream and apple cake."

"Ice cream isn't even a part of a menu why do you say no ice cream?" Apos sighs, rolling his eyes goodheartedly.

"It so is," Infi huffs, "What's an order without ice cream?"

"A meal."

"You're missing out, Apos."

"Nah. Not anymore."

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Short stay: Jumeirah Lowndes Hotel, Belgravia, London, UK

By Paul Johnson on Jun 22, 2019 in Accommodation, Attractions, Europe, Featured, Food and Drink, Going Out, Hotels, Regions, Restaurants, Travel Miscellany, United Kingdom, Western Europe

Jumeirah Hotels & Resorts is widely regarded as one of the most luxurious and innovative hotel brands in the world. With more than 20 hotels in key locations across the globe, the brand’s five star Jumeirah Lowndes Hotel is perhaps atypical of many in the group. Hidden away in a discrete but central location and housed in a Belgravia mews house, it is worlds apart from the likes of the Jumierah’s famous Burj Al Arab Hotel in Dubai and has little in common with many other hotels within the brand, but for the group’s consistently keen eye for quality and careful attention to detail.

The welcome

From the moment I arrived and the doorman greeted me and offered to take my case, I was welcomed with smiles and instantly felt at home. This positive first impression continued as I was offered a hot towel and made to feel a valued guest by Neil on reception who dealt with the check-in process in a swift and efficient manner.

The room

My superior room was relaxing and uncluttered. The bed was very comfortable and the room had everything you would need for a true home-from-home experience.

The room looked out over a small square to the rear of the hotel, close to a number of eateries.

A turn-down service was offered each evening, with a sleep spray left on the bed and slippers laid out nearby. In-room reading material included a Jumeirah-curated magazine titled ‘The Beauty Issue’, Business Traveller, Belgravia and The English Home magazines. Complimentary newspapers were available at breakfast and a digital newspaper could be read on the in-room tablet (which also has info on concierge services, in-room dining and an A-Z of guest services).

On my first night, I did arrive quite late – and had work to do – so opted for the comfort and convenience of dining in my room. Executive Chef Martin Gabler has especially designed an in-room dining menu that offers an enticing selection of dishes. The menu highlights healthy and hearty options, as well as a number of signature dishes. The curries and beef burgers are firm favourites, but freshly made stone-baked crispy pizzas are also a speciality.

I had the prawn and avocado salad – sautéed king prawns with sliced avocado, mixed leaves and cherry tomatoes, finished with a sesame soy dressing that was full of flavour.

For my main I chose from the ‘Flavours from the East’ section of the menu and opted for the signature dish of chicken tikka masala with basmati rice, cucumber raita and warn naan bread.

The bathroom

The bathroom offered ample space with a bath with a shower over it, a single basin and WC. Thick, white bathrobes were supplied as well Temple Spa toiletries.

The facilities

Breakfast is served each morning in the Lowndes Bar & Kitchen between the hours of 7am and 11am, with a choice of Continental and cooked options that included the full English or lighter alternatives such as poached eggs and avocado on toast.

Dinner is also served in this brasserie-style restaurant, with the focus of the menu being on modern British cuisine.

When dining there I had the crispy duck and watermelon salad with cucumber, minted leaves, mint, coriander, toasted cashew nuts, sesame seeds and Hoisin sauce. New to the menu, this is a very refreshing salad, light but full of flavour, and with the duck still warm.

For my main, I had the grilled sea bass fillet, which had a wonderfully crisp skin, and was served with green asparagus and an orange hollandaise. Additional sides such as tender stem broccoli, buttered green beans and rocket Parmesan salad are available as optional extras. As well as the mains on the menu, there is a changing menu of weekly specials available from Monday to Friday.

I didn’t have space for dessert but diners could choose from temptations such as strawberry and pistachio nut pavlova with whipped cream and a raspberry coulis, warm chocolate fondant with Madagascan vanilla bean ice cream and apricot and almond Frangipane tart with a passion fruit coulis and crème Chantilly.

Guests staying at the Jumeirah Lowndes Hotel also have unlimited access to The Peak Health Club and Spa at the nearby sister property, Jumeirah Carlton Tower, which is just a two-minute walk away. It’s open 7 days a week (24 hours a day to guests) and is equipped with state-of-the-art facilities, including a 20-metre indoor swimming pool which is something of a rarity for hotels in London. There’s also a spa offering a range of luxurious and exclusive treatments ton ensure you are feeling renewed and rejuvenated, as well as osteopathy and physiotherapy services available. However, please note that this facility will be closed for renovations from 1st September until the Summer of 2020.

Location

The hotel is just a 5-minute walk from Knightsbridge Underground station on the Piccadilly line. This is a busy and fashionable shopping area, close to the likes of Harrods and Harvey Nichols.

I was in area for a work event being held at Chelsea Football Club which was easy to reach by taking the Piccadilly line to Earl’s Court, and then the District line to Fulham Broadway.

Tourists exploring London will find themselves centrally located for exploring the city’s many attractions and museums, with Hyde Park and the West End within easy walking distance, and Buckingham Palace and the Victoria and Albert Museum both less than a mile away.

Other nice touches

In my room was a personalised welcome letter from General Manager Ian Richardson, along with some practical ‘need to know’ information. Complimentary water, chocolate-coated dates – perhaps a small nod to Jumeirah’s Middle Eastern routes – and a plate of fruit were all provided.

Finally, another nice touch is that they even have bespoke red, white and blue Belgravia bicycles that you can borrow during your stay.

Cost

Superior rooms start from £186 and suites from £314 when purchased in advance.

Guests staying at any Jumeirah property can join Jumeirah’s SIRIUS loyalty programme where you can collect points and redeem them against a variety of products and services.

The best bit

For me the location was both central and beautifully quiet; rarely do you find both at the same time and this suited me perfectly, particularly for a business trip.

The final verdict

With 88 luxurious rooms including 12 suites, this chic, contemporary hotel still feels intimate and personal, and retains the individual touch that is often lost by much larger hotels. High standards are carefully and consistently maintained throughout the hotel

Disclosure: Our stay was courtesy of the Jumeirah Lowndes Hotel.

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