Molly called Mr. Aster to say hello. Mr. Aster said hello to Molly as (Y/N) introduced Jack to the couple. Jack shook hands with the two. Mr. Aster asked Jack if he was part of the Boston Dawsons but Jack corrected him saying that he was part of the Chippewa Falls Dawsons. Mr. Aster started to think he knew what kind of family Jack came from. Jack was nervous but he never faltered. They assumed he was one of them. Heir to a railroad fortune, perhaps. New Money, obviously, but still a member of the club. (M/N), of course, could always be counted upon. Jack sat down with everyone as (M/N) started to ask him questions.
"Tell us of the accommodations in steerage, Mr. Dawson," (M/N) said to Jack, "I hear they're quite good on this ship."
"The best I've seen, ma'am. Hardly any rats," Jack said
The people around him laughed.
"Mr. Dawson is joining us from the third class," Cal told everyone, "He was of some assistance to my fiancee last night."
"It turns out that Mr. Dawson is quite a fine artist," (Y/N) spoke up, "He was kind enough to show me some of his work today."
"(Y/N) and I differ somewhat in our definition of fine art. Not to impugn your work, sir."
Jack could only nod. (Y/N) cleared her throat to get Jack's attention, telling him to put a napkin on his lap. He did that as Mr. Ismay talked about how the Titanic was his idea on paper but, in the eyes of God, she belongs to Thomas Andrews. Jack looked down at his plate and saw that there were so many forks, spoons, and knives. Jack forgot about what to do with them all and turned to Molly for help. She just told him to start from the outside and work his way in.
"He knows every rivet in her, don't you, Thomas?" Mr. Ismay asked Mr. Andrews
"Indeed," Mr. Andrew confirmed
"Your ship is a wonder, Mr. Andrews, truly," (Y/N) commented
"Thank you, (Y/N)."
"And how do you take your caviar, sir?" a waiter asked Jack
"No caviar for me, thanks," Jack politely declined, "Never did like it much."
"And where, exactly, do you live, Mr. Dawson?" (M/N) asked Jack
"Well, right now, my address is the R.M.S. Titanic. After that, I'm on God's good humor," Jack told her
"And how is it you have means to travel?"
"I work my way from place to place. You know, tramp steamers and such. But I won my ticket on Titanic hereat a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand."
"All life is a game of luck," the man who called Jack a hero last night commented
Cal hummed, "A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?"
Jack hummed and nodded.
"And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?" (M/N) asked Jack earning a little glare from Molly
"Well, yes, ma'am, I do," Jack told her, "I mean, got everything I need right here with me. Got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what's going to happen or," Jack took a bite of some bread, "who I'm going to meet, where I'm going to wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people."
The people around him laughed
"I figure life's a gift, and I don't intend on wasting it. You never know what hand you're going to get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. Here you go, Cal," Jack threw some matches at Cal who didn't have any to light his cigarette, "To make each day count."
"Well said, Jack," Molly said
"Hear, hear!" Archie said agreeing
"To making it count," (Y/N) toasted
"To making it count," Everyone else toasted
Dinner continued and Jack was doing well blending in with the First Class. Everyone was laughing as Molly told funny stories about her and her husband. He wasn't on this trip as the two had divorced three years before this. By the time dinner had ended, (Y/N) whispered to Jack about how the men would all leave to go to the smoking room to have a few brandies and talk about politics.
At that moment, Archie asked the men if they would join him in a brandy which made (Y/N) smile at the coincidence. They all stood up, ready to leave as Jack gave Molly a pen he had taken from her. Archie asked Jack if he would be joining them but Jack declined, saying he had to head back to Third Class. Cal agreed that it would be for the best as it would all be politics and business so it wouldn't interest him.
Cal threw Jack back his matches as he left. Jack walked over to (Y/N) who asked him if he had to leave. Jack joked that he had to go back and row with all of the other slaves. Jack bid her goodnight and kissed the back of her hand again. Before he left, he slipped a note into (Y/N)'s hands and left her with it. She opened it under the table to reveal a note telling her to meet him at the clock.
(Y/N) excused herself and met Jack at the clock as asked. He turned to her and asked if she wanted to go to a real party. They went down to Third Class where Irish music was being played with people drinking cheap beer and dancing on a mini stage that was down there. (Y/N) watched as Jack danced with a little girl he had been drawing with her father the day before.
(Y/N) drank and clapped along with the music while chaos happened all around her. The song soon ended and Jack brought (Y/N) up to dance to this next song. (Y/N) was hesitant as she didn't know the dance that went with the music but Jack assured her that he didn't know it either. They just started to free-lance the dance and just had fun.
While the two were having fun below deck, everyone in First Class was quite quiet and boring. But, while (Y/N) and Jack were having fun, Lovejoy came down and saw the two there. And looked very in love with each other with how well they were getting along. But (Y/N) didn't know he was there, having too much fun with the Third Class to notice.
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Titanic (Jack X Reader)
Fanfiction(Y/N) is a young upper-class woman suffocating under the thumb of her arrogant fiancé. Jack is the free-spirited artist who opens (Y/N)'s eyes and steals her heart. When the ship collides with an iceberg in the frigid North Atlantic, the young lover...
