i put a spell on you

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The Witch's Curse


A fantasy AU meme where witches are real, and they are vengeful. Specify your character's role: the witch (or sorcerer), the subject of the curse, or the curse breaker. Tag around and pick or RNG a curse.

1: Change of Form: human turned animal, mythical beast turned human, human turned inanimate object, human made older/younger, the possibilities are endless

2: Obeisance: you are now cursed to follow the witch's every command and it's useless to resist, or perhaps you simply have to obey every command given you no matter who gives it

3: Curse of Sleep: like princesses before you, you are cursed to sleep for all eternity, or at least until your one true love finds you

4: Possession: be it a demon or any other kind of spirit, your body is no longer your own

5: Isolation: some witches use towers, others use forests of thorns, but either way the message is clear-- you are never seeing the outside world again

6: Resurrection: even death is not an escape from the witch's power, for some can raise the dead

7: Bad Luck: some curses are more minor, only causing you to stub your toe or drop your books, but they're still annoying

8: Defects: you weren't turned to an inhuman shape, but were somehow made hideous, clumsy, or repellent in some way-- maybe you smell terrible, or maybe people who get near you just feel uneasy and want to leave

9: Wounds: you have a wound that simply won't heal-- maybe it's slowly killing you, maybe it's just annoying, but it's not going away

10: Monster Magnet: wherever you go you're always being attacked by creatures, demons or monsters or ghosts, etc, that want to kill you

11: Never to Meet: you become an animal during the day while your true love is human, then you switch forms at night, so you can never both be human at the same time again

12: Death: your death is approaching and you need to find a way to avert it or remove the curse entirely

13: Objectification: you didn't avoid the death curse, and now your soul is bound to an inanimate object, perhaps to provide more power for the witch, to bind a spell to the object and give it power, or maybe just so you can't move on to your next life

14: Cursed Object: maybe it wasn't the witch themselves, but something that used to belong to a witch that put the curse on you, and now you must find a witch who can remove the curse

15: Cursed Ground: your house is built somewhere it really should not have been, and now you have to deal with ghosts or demons or the undead, which will really ruin your property value

16: Wildcard: choose your own adventure!

[adapted from original found here]

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[desecrated]

"Not that I'm aware of." Sherlock frowns.
"I can't think of anything. I think it's ... more personal against you, myself, but - I have no evidence and I had no idea this community existed a week ago."

[captainwatson]

"I...I've heard rumours." he confesses; "I remember...one of the men I treated in Afghanistan. He was delirious from fever and kept talking about wanting to send an 'owl' to his sister at some school in England, said she was a witch. I thought he was just raving..."

He looks at his claws again. This all does feel strangely familiar.

"I'm scared, Sherlock." he confesses, quietly.

[desecrated]

"Did he live?" Sherlock wants to know, Wondering if maybe a grown up witch has a vendetta.
Or even... the guy himself.

[captainwatson]

"I think so...I was shot not long after...can't remember much."

He gently pokes the door open a bit.

[desecrated]

Sherlock backs up a bit and allows John a bit of space.
"John."
He still thinks.. John is in whatever this mass of fur is.
He wonders if he were to kiss John if it would just break the curse at all. That's what all the fairytales say.

[captainwatson]

He looks like something out of a Greek myth. He would actually need to bend down to get through the door.

Cautiously he takes a step forward with his clawed, furry foot.

"...For once I get to be the taller one." He weakly tries to joke.

[desecrated]

Sherlock looks at him, towering and blonde and horned and fanged.
he looks up at John a bit.

Almost breathless.
"You'd look much better in uniform," he says, lamely.

[captainwatson]

His eyes widen a bit but he's grateful to the fur hiding his blushing.

"You're not...disgusted? Rosie screamed the house down..."

[desecrated]

Sherlock tries to quiet his heart that beats too fast.
"She didn't know it was her dad underneath that fur."

[captainwatson]

"You think...if she knew it was me she'd still love me?" He frowns; "Like you still...uhm..."

Love is too strong a word. Isn't it?

Maybe not.

[desecrated]

"I should think she still loves you, her dad she just doesn't know it is you."

A pause. "I have an idea of how... to reverse it, but we need to be sure."

[captainwatson]

"You know how?" John looks hopeful and his large tail wags a bit.

[desecrated]

"Not really, we don't really know the nature of the curse." Sherlock sees John's tail is wagging.

"I don't wish to give you false hope."

[captainwatson]

He looks in the direction and steps on it to stop it. He must look ridiculous.

"You don't...have to stay here..."

[desecrated]

"You shouldn't be alone," Sherlock says, concerned. "I mean... Rosie is safe, and being looked after, like you asked, but that should not be at expense of yourself."

Sherlock sighs and bites his lip a little.
"Could you, um... come here for a moment, a bit closer... I - I need to see something."

He needs John's face close to his.

[captainwatson]

"You...sure?"

He steps closer and has to bend down a little so he's closer to Sherlock.

What does he need to see?

[desecrated]

Sherlock touches the sides of John's face with both hands and plants a kiss on his lips. He steps back, shyly. "I don't know if it will work," He's blushing and fidgeting nervously.


Sorry, John. "I know you're not..." You don't love me back. That's alright.

[captainwatson]

John trembles a little bit, a large quiver of fur, and his tail thumps on the floor beyond his control.

"...True love's kiss?" he whispers.

Sherlock loves him that much? Even like this?

[desecrated]

Sherlock drops his palms and nods. He's beyond words, about ready to cry. "I don't know when I - did, perhaps sometime even before the incident at the pool."

He doesn't want to tell John about how devastating the wedding was to him, but it doesn't matter.

[captainwatson]

John looks at his paws. It doesn't seem to have worked but he doesn't really feel like pointing that out now. Points for effort.

Sherlock. Loves him.

The pool? That long ago?

He reaches out a large furry hand to cup Sherlock's face.

"...You pick your moments to confess something like that." he tries to smile.

[desecrated]

It didn't work. Maybe John doesn't love him back. Maybe it doesn't work like the fairytales - of course it doesn't.

He leans into John's touch. "Meant to say... always, and I never have."
Gentle. So John knows.

The two people who love you most in the world.

[captainwatson]

"Sherlock is not a girl's name then?" John remembers.

He hates seeing Sherlock look so small. Figuratively and, from this height, literally.

He tugs Sherlock close and puts his arms around him, hugging him to his warm chest.

[desecrated]

Sherlock curls his arms against John's warm chest. He's almost too warm, but that's okay. Sherlock likes the warmth. "Rosie would like this," he murmurs, not sure what else to say.

[captainwatson]

He chuckles a bit; "When I said I'd get her a puppy one day, I didn't mean me."

He tries to gently rub Sherlock's back.

"Thanks for trying...I don't think it's as simple as that though." he sighs; "...Or maybe I'm just past saving."

[desecrated]

Sherlock huddles against John, grateful John probably can't feel the grooves and divots in imperfect skin.

"You are not... past saving. I believe in you." He says it with conviction.