#A Dark and Stormy Night

[jolieblack]

A Dark and Stormy Night

is now posting on AO3 in a standard narrative, non-interactive version, too!

Thank you to the people who told me honestly but kindly that the Choose Your Own Adventure format was not for them, but they still wanted to read the story. Your wish is my command!

Nine year old Rosie Watson lives a sheltered life, raised by her loving Dad and their little village at 221B Baker Street, and enjoying a safe and comfortable routine of school, play and family time. Until one day, out of nowhere, safe and comfortable is over.

As Rosie navigates the perils of the streets of London, and of growing up, her village races against time, against the forces of nature and against the powers of evil to bring her home.

AO3 tags: Drama, Action, Adventure, Casefic, Angst, Emotional H/C, Friendship, Found Family, Parentlock, Growing up

Let me know if you want to be tagged (or untagged) for updates on this version.

Part 3 (The Ghost) of the Choose Your Own Adventure version is up now, too!

[lionfloss]

by chasingtheshiftinglight

[ineffable-romantics]

You know, everyone (rightfully) assumes Crowley is thinking of Eden when he talks about falling in love under shelter together, but I think we're all overlooking another equally important moment, and even in the very same episode where they're having this conversation:

"You mean like a sudden rainstorm

forces them together beneath a canopy,

they look into

each other's eyes,

and realise they were made for each other?"

[autocrats-in-love]

Prompt (353)

"Can you just- fix them!" the hero shouted.

The sorcerer stood frozen, shocked by the sight in his doorway. The hero, tears streaming down their face in pouring rain, with the dying villain cradled in their arms. The villain lifted their head and weakly coughed up blood onto the sorcerer's carpet.

Thunder clapped, and the sorcerer nodded. "Come on in."

[lousysharkbutt]

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[2000s-angell]

[daylighteclipsed]

Y’all ever think about if Sora falls to darkness that inside his heart will look like the Destiny Islands falling again

[libraryofbrokenhearts]

[adam-trademark]

FLA⚡️H

(May 6, 2024)

[jolieblack]

A Dark and Stormy Night

A BBC Sherlock Adventure by Jolie_Black

Summary: Nine year old Rosie Watson lives a sheltered life, raised by her loving Dad and their little village at 221B Baker Street, and enjoying a safe and comfortable routine of school, play and family time. Until one day, out of nowhere, safe and comfortable is over.

Rating: T

Tags: Action, Adventure, Drama, Mild Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Parentlock, Protective Sherlock, Protective John, Found Family, Growing Up

Now posting on AO3!

Please let me know if you want to be tagged for updates! (Tags in the comments.)

[lionfloss]

by chasingtheshiftinglight

[xojack]

It’s storming outside… I’m so happy I’m gonna cry

[exitwound]

In my room

[iloveskies]

pockets of peace

[raineandsky]

#41

It was a dark and stormy night—and as cliche as that was, it really was. Rain lashed the windows like it was trying to break in. The sun was long gone, leaving the world to fend for itself against the onslaught of bad weather.

The villain had stayed back late in the hopes of waiting out the storm but they’d made that decision four hours ago and the rain had yet to let up, so with an irritable huff they threw their coat over their shoulders and prepared for the pits of wet hell that awaited outside.

What awaited, they found as they threw the door open, was much worse than that. The wet pits of hell were also out to get them, it seemed.

“Good evening, [Villain],” the superhero opened casually.

The door was already halfway to shutting on his first syllable, and it had slammed in his face with a resounding clang as he finished. He knocked, oddly polite, and got much less politely ignored by the villain, who was preoccupied with having a meltdown on the other side.

“I’m not here to fight,” he called through the thick metal separating them. “Believe me, I wouldn’t have come to the front door if I was.”

“It’s a secret lair; there aren’t any front doors,” the villain found themself spitting back, and the superhero laughed from the other side, unbothered.

“Just open the door, [Villain]. The rain’s cold.”

“You should’ve thought of that before you came somewhere that would never let you in.” The villain opened the door anyway, just a crack. The superhero really did look sodden, now that they were actually looking at him. Did he walk here?

The superhero put a hand against the door like he was simply leaning against it, but after a moment of a tedious stare-down the villain realised the door was slowly opening, pushing them back with it.

“What the h–” is all they got out before there was enough space for the superhero to squeeze through the gap, and the moment his hand left the door it slammed shut. What an obnoxious show of strength. Like hell he’s not here to fight.

“It’s about [Hero],” he opened quickly when he noticed the villain’s unease, their hand drifting to the inside of their coat. “They’ve been distracted recently.”

“Thanks for the heads up,” the villain snapped coldly. “Nice to know I can whoop their ass efficiently. You can leave now.”

The superhero pointedly ignored that, instead choosing to inspect the half-finished gadgets on a nearby table. “It’s been going on for a while. I could never figure out what it was, and they refused to tell me, but…” He paused like he’s changed his mind before nobly powering through, “heroes keep journals. Helps control the emotions that inevitably come with the job, you know?”

“And they’ve been writing their name with someone else’s in a little heart, right?” The villain snorted humouredly, but the awkward silence that followed made them think their joke was too on the nose. “Oh my god, do they actually? Like a teenager?”

“It’s not quite like that, no.” Awh, the superhero was so quick to defend his little underling. Sweet. “There’s someone who keeps coming up in their entries, though, and it seems to be one of the only positive things [Hero]’s got right now.”

“Yeah, working in the agency is depressing,” the villain said with a sage nod, as if they’d know that. “So what? Are you expecting me to go kill someone so you can save face and get your special little guy back to work?”

“No, I just… ugh!” The superhero turned to kick something over, before remembering he was in the villain’s territory. “No, no killing anyone. I need you to talk to them.”

The villain raised a disbelieving eyebrow. “… Talk to them.”

The superhero sucked in a deep breath, on the verge of frustration. “Okay, listen. They’ve been writing about you. A lot. Constantly. They write about your fights like you both went for a nice walk in the park. They’re obsessed with you, [Villain]. I need you to put them right so they can concentrate on what matters.”

The monologue was met with silence for a moment, and the villain’s gaze locked to a stubborn stain on the floor that never quite came out. “You said it was one of the only good things they have.”

“I know it seems unbelievable, but they’ve really taken to you. I don’t think–”

“You’d want to take that away from them?”

The superhero went a little quiet at that, clearly realising how terrible his phrasing was. “No, no, you misunderstood–”

“Did I? Please, explain what you mean.”

“We– they’re distracted. We just want you to correct them before they become unusable for hero work.”

“And potentially break their heart? Rip everything away from them?”

The superhero frowned, confused. “I thought you’d be more up to making everything worse, given your track record.”

“I thought you’d be more up to caring about people, given yours.” The villain stepped daringly closer. “I’ll strike a deal with you [Superhero]. I’ll let them know what the deal is–”

“Oh, thank you, you’re–”

“And I’m going to tell them I’m in love with them.”

The superhero somehow d9id a double take despite looking the villain in the eye. “You what?”

The villain only grinned. “You were right, I am up to making things worse. Now get out of my lair before I make your life even more miserable than it’s about to be.”

The superhero disappeared into the storm with a jovial goodbye to set them off. Somewhere deep down, the villain knew they shouldn’t, but they never really liked the hero that much, much less their arrogant boss. Cruelty was in their nature, anyway. It’d be worth it just to see the superhero crumble without his dear hero.