WARNINGS: This fill, as a whole, will contain Lestrade!whump, torture, and non-con. Warning only for language in this part. Prompter, let me know at any point if this is not what you're looking for. --- Lestrade wakes to dim lights and dull noises, like the sound of shuffling feet. He cracks open an eye, decides that it isn’t worth the pain, and clamps it firmly shut again.
“Now, now, Inspector,” a voice says cheerfully, and there’s a hand tapping his face. He wishes it would stop. “That’s quite rude, don’t you think? Do wake up, there’s a good man.”
“Fuck off,” he says, and good, the rope around his throat earlier hadn’t done anything to the warning rumble of his voice. He forces as much menace into it as he can, but all it earns him is another mirthless chuckle.
“I really would rather not. You’re much too entertaining to leave alone for long. Did you know it took two of my men to take you down? How delightfully surprising, you are
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Oh god, my heart is going to hurt for this, I just know it...
Your Lestrade is fantastic, very in character, cool and composed even in immediate danger! Very nice start, I can't wait to see where you'll go with this!
Re: Fill, 1/?morganstuartAugust 5 2011, 20:07:09 UTC
Fantastic start! I love your take on Lestrade: tough and BAMFy, cool under pressure, competent and practical, weary, annoyed, and self-deprecating. Just perfect. I can't wait to see where this goes.
Thank you so much for the feedback! Warnings for this part: None, unless you count Lestrade being a smartass --- Moriarty flashes Lestrade a smile, and it cuts through the air like steel. “Correct, Inspector. Don’t worry, though; I have plenty more.”
“And what makes you so sure that they won’t end up the same way?” Lestrade asks.
“Oh, feeling confident, are we, Lestrade? Wonderful. I do so love the half-witted ones. You’re all so much fun, in the end.” Moriarty reaches out and touches Lestrade just on the temple, and the stinging intensifies for a moment. His fingers are dark with blood when he draws them away. “You should be careful, though. I wouldn’t want you to get more...damaged than you already are.”
“I’d spend less time worrying about me and more time wondering what you’re going to do once I finally get my hands on you,” Lestrade tells him smoothly. Damn. That blow to the head seems to have done wonders for lowering his inhibitions. “I’m a patient man, Moriarty, but I don’t take kindly to being manhandled. Now, where’s
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Holy Fuck! This is intense, I have a thing for a completely broken Lestrade and I think your Moriarty is the man for the job, oh my poor, poor beloved Greg I can't wait for more...
Creepy!fuckedup!Jim is my favourite, always gives me the chills... and your Jim is no exception: I'm really sorry, Lestrade, but I'm eager to read more! This is so intense and chilling, I like your writing style quite a lot! You're doing a great job!
Re: Fill, 2/?morganstuartAugust 5 2011, 23:05:00 UTC
He’s not capable of processing - of comprehending - such things.
Ah, but Lestrade is. Thank you for giving him credit for this. Beautifully done.
I love Lestrade's smart mouth here, as well as his overriding concern for Sherlock and John. Your Moriarty is wonderfully terrifying. I am indeed worried for poor Lestrade.
He’s suddenly so very tired.
This hits just the perfect note. He wouldn't be terrified or panicked. It's the world-weariness here that really gets me.
Oh, I am SO EXCITED about this. You're going to break my heart, I can already tell. Well done, you!
Notes: Slight beating in this section. ---- Lestrade almost laughs at the absurdity of the statement, because that’s not it at all - that’s not what he has with Sherlock. But the more time Moriarty spends with him, the less time he can spend on the rest of the world at large; the less time he can spend devising ways to torture the detective. Lestrade swallows back his correction and replaces it with a reasonably-frightened sounding, “Please, don’t.”
He has picked up a few things from Sherlock over the years, whether the detective intended it or not. The ability to adopt a mask - on a whim - is one of them, and he developed that more out of self-preservation than anything else. He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be frightened. He should be terrified. And maybe he is, but he’s channeling it into this grim-faced determination. He’ll take whatever Moriarty decides to dish out, because him having to endure it is a thousand times better than Sherlock having to otherwise. He’ll distract the man for as long as he
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Lestrade wakes to dim lights and dull noises, like the sound of shuffling feet. He cracks open an eye, decides that it isn’t worth the pain, and clamps it firmly shut again.
“Now, now, Inspector,” a voice says cheerfully, and there’s a hand tapping his face. He wishes it would stop. “That’s quite rude, don’t you think? Do wake up, there’s a good man.”
“Fuck off,” he says, and good, the rope around his throat earlier hadn’t done anything to the warning rumble of his voice. He forces as much menace into it as he can, but all it earns him is another mirthless chuckle.
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Your Lestrade is fantastic, very in character, cool and composed even in immediate danger! Very nice start, I can't wait to see where you'll go with this!
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♫ These are a few of my favourite things...♫
Your Lestrade is perfect! And Moriarty is suitably creepy... Great start!
*pitches tent, starts fire, breaks out marshmallows*
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Lestrade!whump, torture, and non-con.
Ah Greg, I love you so much and i want you to suffer all the time. So sorry, bb <3
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Moriarty flashes Lestrade a smile, and it cuts through the air like steel. “Correct, Inspector. Don’t worry, though; I have plenty more.”
“And what makes you so sure that they won’t end up the same way?” Lestrade asks.
“Oh, feeling confident, are we, Lestrade? Wonderful. I do so love the half-witted ones. You’re all so much fun, in the end.” Moriarty reaches out and touches Lestrade just on the temple, and the stinging intensifies for a moment. His fingers are dark with blood when he draws them away. “You should be careful, though. I wouldn’t want you to get more...damaged than you already are.”
“I’d spend less time worrying about me and more time wondering what you’re going to do once I finally get my hands on you,” Lestrade tells him smoothly. Damn. That blow to the head seems to have done wonders for lowering his inhibitions. “I’m a patient man, Moriarty, but I don’t take kindly to being manhandled. Now, where’s ( ... )
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Ah, but Lestrade is. Thank you for giving him credit for this. Beautifully done.
I love Lestrade's smart mouth here, as well as his overriding concern for Sherlock and John. Your Moriarty is wonderfully terrifying. I am indeed worried for poor Lestrade.
He’s suddenly so very tired.
This hits just the perfect note. He wouldn't be terrified or panicked. It's the world-weariness here that really gets me.
Oh, I am SO EXCITED about this. You're going to break my heart, I can already tell. Well done, you!
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(*___*) *sits in anticipa~tion*
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Oh, snarky Lestrade - how I love you... Still can't wait for Moriarty's inevitable payback - but I do love you.
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Lestrade almost laughs at the absurdity of the statement, because that’s not it at all - that’s not what he has with Sherlock. But the more time Moriarty spends with him, the less time he can spend on the rest of the world at large; the less time he can spend devising ways to torture the detective. Lestrade swallows back his correction and replaces it with a reasonably-frightened sounding, “Please, don’t.”
He has picked up a few things from Sherlock over the years, whether the detective intended it or not. The ability to adopt a mask - on a whim - is one of them, and he developed that more out of self-preservation than anything else. He knows, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he should be frightened. He should be terrified. And maybe he is, but he’s channeling it into this grim-faced determination. He’ll take whatever Moriarty decides to dish out, because him having to endure it is a thousand times better than Sherlock having to otherwise. He’ll distract the man for as long as he ( ... )
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