Jack the lamplighter x reader one shot.
He was your shining light but you had to hide your love under the cover of darkness. He was penniless but that didn't mean you wanted him any less.
One foggy night, Jack takes you somewhere special, and it g...
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It was now or never.
I crept carefully down the stairs and tiptoed down the hallway. I made it to the back door and eased its key into the lock.
I had to be careful. I had to be quiet. One false move and it was all over. If I was caught, all would be ruined.
I succeeded in getting the door open but winced when the hinges squeaked, the noise doubly loud in this silence. I froze, heart pounding, straining my ears for any sound of movement from upstairs. Was that a floorboard creaking?
No...it was just my father snoring his head off.
Good. Let it stay that way.
Satisfied the coast was clear, I slipped through the door, swift and silent as a shadow, and out into the London night air.
It was a chilly night out, the air rather damp and I could see that a light fog hung in the atmosphere. I drew my coat tighter around me to guard myself against the dwindling temperature as I walked quickly along, a particular route in mind.
Surely it wasn't a good idea for one such as me to be wandering out alone as late as this. Who knew what might happen - and in this fog too. But I wasn't afraid. The night was his domain. I knew no harm would come to me.
When the fog comes rolling in, just keep your feet upon the path, he would say.
As I neared my destination, I gazed around for any sign of a familiar figure but saw no one. I ventured further along the dark street, deeper and deeper into a network of winding shadowy alleyways, waiting...waiting...
But still nothing.
Had I got the wrong night? Had he? What if he'd forgotten? No, no, he wouldn't do that. He never forgets anything.
Though before I could begin to grow too worried, I spotted something at the far end of an alley.
