"I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance"
anonymous
May 29 2011, 10:55:04 UTC
(dub/non-con)
The nicotine patches help but they're not quite cutting it, so Lestrade decides to try hypnosis...
Yeah, I went there.
Hypno-therapy gets interfered with by Moriarty and now he can make Lestrade do anything - and what's more, like it. (Useful for interefering with police work sure, but you know what I'm really after here, don't you?)
Bonus points for: - giving him a trigger that turns him from D.I. Oblivious to Jim's slut right in front of Sherlock and John. - having Moriarty program him to get close to Mycroft (whether he originally wanted to or not and how that ends, up to author)
tl;dr Moriarty uses hypnosis to make Lestrade his spy/slave (and quit smoking)
Re: "I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance"
anonymous
May 30 2011, 10:17:30 UTC
I have so much other stuff to do. But the bunnies are nibbling at my brain, so I MIIIGHT get on this at some point. DON'T CONSIDER IT CLAIMED THOUGH, IF SOMEONE ELSE WANTS THIS GO AHEAD.
Re: "I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance"
anonymous
June 5 2011, 17:58:43 UTC
Yeah, ummm... so this is happening. My plan for tonight is to finish my current WIP, and then do a bit of research on hypnosis and hypnotherapy for this prompt. And then at some point I'll fill it. I'm in the middle of exams at the moment, so really have other things I should be doing, but this is happening. Just so you know. :)
Re: "I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance"
anonymous
June 19 2011, 10:44:31 UTC
OP here - I hate to seem pushy, but is it still happening?
I really don't mind if the hypnosis stuff is totally hand-wavey, unrealistic, click-the-fingers-and-you're-a-total-zombie stuff. Surprisingly enough, that's not my main interest in this request ;)
Re: "I'm under your spell, like a man in a trance"
anonymous
June 22 2011, 15:56:05 UTC
Hey, author here. Don't worry, you're not acting impatient at all. Well, a little. XD I would have at least checked in and told you it's still happening, but as I said, exams have been hectic. Thanks for understanding. They're over now, but things are a little busy at home. Updates might be slow.
really don't mind if the hypnosis stuff is totally hand-wavey, unrealistic, click-the-fingers-and-you're-a-total-zombie stuff
Actually, the process of hypnotising someone is pretty much my NUMBER ONE KINK. It won't be totally accurate in this, of course, but I'd like to keep it as realistic as I can.
Sorry to disappoint. :P
Anyways, rabbiting over, how would you like some fill? Give me a few minutes. :)
FILL: No Smoke Without Fire
anonymous
June 22 2011, 16:02:50 UTC
Ignore the fact the title doesn't quite make sense? Kthnx. _____________
Lestrade got home, kicked his shoes off, threw himself onto the empty couch and lit a cigarette. Immediately, he put it out again and dropped it in the bin by the sofa. It would be an hour before the hypnotherapist arrived. Another hour after that and he’d never need a bloody smoke again.
He’d been trying to stop for months, but he wasn’t sure what exactly had prompted him to try something quite as - well, out there - as hypnosis. He’d regularly seen the car parked outside the coffee shop behind Scotland Yard, the words “Hypnotherapist - Stop smoking in one hour!” printed in red across the door with the universally-recognised no smoking sign. The company had some generic New-Age-y sort of name, one he’d never looked at twice.
Until last week, a Tuesday when everything had gone wrong and he was bloody pissed off and he needed a cigarette and he didn’t have any. And he’d walked out of work and seen the car parked in its usual spot - and well, it couldn’t hurt,
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The nicotine patches help but they're not quite cutting it, so Lestrade decides to try hypnosis...
Yeah, I went there.
Hypno-therapy gets interfered with by Moriarty and now he can make Lestrade do anything - and what's more, like it. (Useful for interefering with police work sure, but you know what I'm really after here, don't you?)
Bonus points for:
- giving him a trigger that turns him from D.I. Oblivious to Jim's slut right in front of Sherlock and John.
- having Moriarty program him to get close to Mycroft (whether he originally wanted to or not and how that ends, up to author)
tl;dr Moriarty uses hypnosis to make Lestrade his spy/slave (and quit smoking)
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I did, as they say, laugh out loud.
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NEED THIS WITH THE POWER OF A SOMETHING SO EXTREMELY POWERFUL IT CAN'T ACTUALLY BE NAMED BY THE HUMAN KEYBOARD.
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DON'T CONSIDER IT CLAIMED THOUGH, IF SOMEONE ELSE WANTS THIS GO AHEAD.
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And y'know, totally not against multiple fills ;)
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I really don't mind if the hypnosis stuff is totally hand-wavey, unrealistic, click-the-fingers-and-you're-a-total-zombie stuff. Surprisingly enough, that's not my main interest in this request ;)
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Just re-read your reply properly (like, with my eyes open) - and spotted the dreaded e-word.
Take as much time as you need - hope the exams are going/went well.
OP will now stop acting like an impatient four year old.
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really don't mind if the hypnosis stuff is totally hand-wavey, unrealistic, click-the-fingers-and-you're-a-total-zombie stuff
Actually, the process of hypnotising someone is pretty much my NUMBER ONE KINK. It won't be totally accurate in this, of course, but I'd like to keep it as realistic as I can.
Sorry to disappoint. :P
Anyways, rabbiting over, how would you like some fill? Give me a few minutes. :)
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Lestrade got home, kicked his shoes off, threw himself onto the empty couch and lit a cigarette. Immediately, he put it out again and dropped it in the bin by the sofa. It would be an hour before the hypnotherapist arrived. Another hour after that and he’d never need a bloody smoke again.
He’d been trying to stop for months, but he wasn’t sure what exactly had prompted him to try something quite as - well, out there - as hypnosis. He’d regularly seen the car parked outside the coffee shop behind Scotland Yard, the words “Hypnotherapist - Stop smoking in one hour!” printed in red across the door with the universally-recognised no smoking sign. The company had some generic New-Age-y sort of name, one he’d never looked at twice.
Until last week, a Tuesday when everything had gone wrong and he was bloody pissed off and he needed a cigarette and he didn’t have any. And he’d walked out of work and seen the car parked in its usual spot - and well, it couldn’t hurt, ( ... )
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*cheers on the fabulous author and pitches a tent to camp out for more*
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