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Smoke and Starlight [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: It was quiet and peaceful and she felt like they were the only two people awake in the world.

Word count: ~500

Warnings: None

A/N: There was a request for cuddling, so this is it, hope you like it anon!

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Despite wearing a sweater under her jacket, the night air was cool around them and she was grateful for Jack's arm around her shoulders. His body seemed to always be warm in a way hers never was and she thought it was those little things that made them perfect for each other.

Shifting a little so she could see the sky better she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. There was a pleasant scent of smoke in the air as the bonfire a little further away from them sent out lazy sparks up into the universe. Everyone else had already given up and gone inside, thinking a few shooting stars weren't worth staying out in the cold and so it was just the two of them. They were snuggled up on a chair, looking up at the stars, trying to see one of them move. It was quiet and peaceful and she felt like they were the only two people awake in the world.

The sky was vast above them and the stars shone brightly, twinkling down at them. Every few minutes one of the stars would stir, streaking across the sky and out of sight, making them smile. At first she'd been making wishes but after a while she figured no one should be allowed to make that many wishes in one go and stopped, just happy to be in the moment with Jack. She had pointed out some of the stars to Jack and named them, telling him how to tell them apart and Jack had been fascinated, making her promise to tell him more later. For now, though, they were just quiet, letting the peace of the universe above them seep into their souls. Jack was idly playing with her hair as he scanned the sky above them. He was running his fingers gently against her scalp and then out to the tips of the hair before moving back and starting again. The steadiness of the motion was soothing and she soon found herself struggling against sleep. The stars were bright overhead but she could not see them, her body relaxed against Jack's warmth.

The next thing she knew was Jack lowering her gently on to the bed. She blinked her eyes open and he smiled at her, helping her sit up. He helped her out of her outerwear and made to leave the room but she reached out and took a hold of his hand.

“Please stay.”

They were early in their relationship and had not yet spent a night together in any capacity. Tonight though she didn't want him to leave yet. He asked if she was sure and when she nodded, he smiled again, took off his jacket and climbed into the bed next to her, pulling the covers over them. She immediately snuggled closer, resting her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, encasing her in comfortable warmness. He ran his fingers through her hair a few times, the same way he had outside, before moving his hand to her back, running his fingers up and down her spine. As she drifted back to sleep she could hear him hum a low tune to himself, feeling it vibrate through his body into hers.

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Beautiful [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: Jack always liked watching her, especially when she thought no one was watching.

Warnings: None

Word count: ~1300

A/N: This is based on a request I got about Jack being in love with an “insecure girl” but I took so many liberties with the prompt that I decided to not post the request itself. The gist is the same, though, so I hope you don’t mind!

A/N#2: Requests are closed for now. Thank you everyone who sent one in, I really appreciate it!

Jack gave himself a once-over in the mirror, twisting his body to see how the jacket looked from the side.

“Looks good, right?” he looked to the side where she was giving him an appraising look.

“Yeah...” she sounded thoughtful. “The sleeves are a little long though.”

She came over and took a hold of Jack's hand, lifting it up. He held his hand in place and watched her as she took out some pins and carefully but efficiently folded and pinned the sleeve to the length she wanted it. As she moved to work on the other sleeve, Jack smiled a little to himself. As odious as it was to work on a period mini-series where even the men had to be constantly changing clothes, he didn't mind spending time at the wardrobe department. She was excellent company and talking with her was the best part of his day.

When he'd first met her, she had struck him as a little shy and quiet but very competent at her job. He'd felt like there was more than meets the eye with her, though, but it took time for him to confirm that. Talking with her more and more had revealed that what he had initially thought was shyness was actually just reserve. It'd taken him a while to get her to relax enough around him to be casual, but once she had, he'd found her to be a witty and thoughtful person. Consequently, making her laugh has become his favourite pastime.

Smiling a little wider he looked at himself in the mirror again.

“Do you think I could get away with wearing jeans?” he said, forcing a serious tone, making her laugh.

“I mean, maybe,” she thought about it for a second while eyeing the sleeves, making sure they were a better length now. “You could make a secret character choice that he's a time traveller who didn't bring appropriate clothes.”

“Yeah, that could work,” he shrugged off the jacket and handed it to her. “I'm not sure the director would like that though.”

“That's why it's a secret,” she winked at him and he laughed.

Later in the week Jack had to come in to get a tear in his jacket repaired mid-shoot. She took the garment sat down at her work bench, getting work sewing the tear back together one stitch at a time. Jack sat down at another chair to wait for her to finish and smiled a little to himself. These were his favourite moments, watching her like this. She was so concentrated on the task at hand that she forgot to hold herself just so, relaxing into the world.

In fact Jack always liked watching her, especially when she thought no one was watching. Her expression would relax and he could tell she was feeling more comfortable in a way she probably never did with people around. Sometimes he felt a little like he was intruding on something, witnessing her like that. Like he was seeing something he didn't have the privilege of seeing yet. But it was moments like this, her working intently, seemingly not bothered by him in the room that made Jack think that she had already welcomed him into her space.

Sometimes though he'd see her in moments she probably wouldn't want him to see. One of those times he saw her peering at her reflection in the mirror and frowning. She used her fingers to puff out her hair and turned her head from side to side. He could tell she wasn't pleased with what she saw. He'd seen her do this before, always with the same expression, always with the same displeasure. Jack frowned at the scene. He thought she was beautiful, even more so now that he'd gotten to know her, but he somehow knew that she wouldn't believe him even if he told her.

One day they were having lunch together, a rare but much appreciated event for both of them. She was laughing with abandon at something he'd said and something just snapped.

“Would you like to have dinner with me some day?” Jack blurted out, suddenly and unceremoniously. She seemed genuinely surprised, staring at him for a moment.

“Dinner?”

“Yeah. With me. Tomorrow?” His inner self was hitting his head against a wall, despairing over how awkward he suddenly sounded.

“Oh... uh...” she blinked a few times, seemingly still gathering herself over how sudden the invite had been.

“Yeah, sure,” she finally said, smiling a little and adding in a rush. “I'd love to.”

Jack smiled widely, realizing he was relieved she'd agreed.

The next day Jack made his way to the wardrobe department after work ended for the day to pick her up. She was standing by a wall length mirror again, playing with her hair. When she noticed him, she smiled at him through the mirror.

”Should I change my hair?” her voice was casual but he could tell she was genuinely asking.

”I think it looks great the way it is,” he smiled, coming a little closer. She still didn't turn around but simply looked at him a little sceptically before shrugging.

”Maybe.”

”I think you're beautiful,” he confessed, not being able to keep it in any more.

Her eyes widened a little in surprise and she blushed, looking down. Then she turned around and looked at him, appraising him silently for a moment.

”You really think that, huh?” Her voice was quiet and she sounded incredulous.

Jack nodded but didn't say anything, wanting to give her time to process the situation.

She looked thoughtful for a moment, frowning before her features relaxed again and a small smile spread on her lips.

”I guess that's your prerogative,” she shrugged and smiled a little wider, showing him she was pleased. Jack chuckled.

”It is and you cannot convince me otherwise,” he took a step closer. When she didn't move, he took another step.

”Is that so?” She was grinning now, clearly relaxed and enjoying herself again.

”Uh-huh.”

He stepped close to her now, lifting his hand to her face, touching his finger to her chin. Her eyes darted to his lips, then back at his eyes and she nodded, ever so slightly. He leaned in, tilting her head back a little and pressed his lips against hers. She was still for a second before inhaling through her nose and moving her lips against his. Her lips were even softer than they looked and Jack wanted to never stop kissing her. He moved his hand to the back of her head and deepened the kiss, running his tongue against her lips. She sighed into the kiss and parted her lips. He could feel her shiver as she ran his tongue against hers and her fingers brushed against his stomach, as if wanting to ground herself. He pulled away a little. She bit her lip before opening her eyes, looking up at him a little dazed.

“Wow...” her voice was a whisper and he chuckled, kissing her forehead.

“My thoughts exactly...”

She looked down for a moment, as if composing herself, but when she looked up again he was surprised to see that her expression was open, all pretence completely gone. Her smile was so happy he couldn't help but place both his hands on either side of her face and kiss her again, drawing a little sound from the back of her throat.

When they parted again, he cleared his throat.

“How about that dinner then?”

She laughed, a wicked expression spreading on her face.

“Oh, I thought we'd already skipped to dessert.”

He laughed too, crowding her against the mirror, getting as close as he could without kissing her and whispered against her lips:

“Dinner can wait.”

He felt her smile against his lips.

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Requests are CLOSED

Thanks to everyone who sent in requests, I had fun writing them! However, I've decided to not take any new ones for now. I have a couple that I'm still working on and I'll post them soon, but after that I'll just go back to writing only my own ideas.

Thanks again and I hope you'll still keep reading my stuff!

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I’ve been quite productive lately so I thought I’d reblog this in case someone has missed something they want to read.

Thanks for all the requests and notes, it means a lot!

Masterlist

Additional info (warnings, word count and the like) at the beginning of each fic. Note: All of these are oneshots, completely unrelated to each other.

[So far all the fics I’ve published feature Jack Lowden, but here’s a list anyway. I will be updating this list and maybe reblog it periodically.]

Surprises Summary: A chance meeting at a pub ends in a suprising evening (feat. a little bit of Harry Styles moonlighting as Cupid).

Disagreeing With Your Heart Summary: [3+1] Three times she finds herself between Jack’s thighs until one time she finally has him between her thighs.

Eternity In A Heartbeat Summary: But now that she is so close to seeing Jack again, she feels uneasy despite herself.

Mutually Assured Destruction Summary: She had chosen her outfit specifically to rile him up but she didn’t know he’d done the same.

The Silence Between Waves And Wind Summary: The sun is beneath her skin, the water is cool and Jack is warm.

Cool Me Down Requested: “post-gym grumpy Jack letting his girl cheer him up”

Moving Fast Requested: Reader being pregnant with Jack’s baby.

Tuscany Requested: Reader and Jack enjoying Tuscany together.

Too Hot (Hot Damn) Summary: Watching Jack walk around the apartment without a shirt on isn’t good for her.

Quietly Requested: Jack wants the reader but they have to be discreet because their kids are on vacation with them

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Quietly [Jack Lowden fic]

Warnings: Explicit sex

Word count: ~900

Disclaimer: I made this up.

A/N: Thanks for the request!

She threw herself on the bed, tired but happy. She stretched her hands as far towards the wall as she could before releasing the tension and sighing contentedly with her eyes closed. She heard Jack chuckle quietly as he made his way to the bed.

"Feeling relaxed?"

She made a happy hum, smiling. They were on vacation with their kids and she was indeed relaxed, having spent most of the day at the beach. The kids loved to swim and play in the water and they were old enough for her not to have to worry about them too much. Jack had also enjoyed himself, goofing around with the kids and looking after them so she could sit back and read.

Jack laid down next to her and ran his hand across her stomach. She peered at him out of one eye and nearly laughed at his downright hungry expression. She had seen Jack steal glances at her all day and if she was honest with herself, she couldn't blame him. She was wearing a bikini with a long, flowy beach dress on top, but the dress was rather see-through and cut low at the front. She looked good in it and it was nice seeing Jack visibly appreciate her body even after all these years.

"Jack?" she whispered, earning a humm in response. "Maybe you should take the dress off instead of trying to ogle through it."

He grinned and got up, pulling her with him. He gathered the hem of the dress in his hands and pulled it up over her head, tossing it on the floor. Then he stepped up to her, put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her, almost desperately. Kissing him back, she went straight to the waistband of his swimshorts, sneaking her hand in. He moaned into her mouth as she wrapped her hands around his member, stroking gently. She pulled away from the kiss long enough to whisper against his lips:

"We have to be quiet, the kids are sleeping."

They were in the next room but they'd already noticed that the walls weren't very thick and anything louder than a low speaking voice could be heard from one room to the other.

She hadn't stopped stroking Jack and he looked almost pained, clearly wanting to make a sound. She held back a laugh, instead taking her hand out of his shorts and nodding towards the bed. Jack took off his shirt and the shorts at record speed and went over to the bed, sitting down on the edge. She grinned at him and made a small show out of taking off her bikini, moving her hips slowly to an imaginary melody.

When she was done she went over and straddled Jack, pressing against him and kissing him again. He ran his hands up her thighs and her sides, one stopping on her lower back and the other traveling up to the back of her neck. Their kisses were messy and hurried now, trying to taste each other but not wanting to linger.

Without much warning she gently pushed him onto his back and motioned for him to scoot up the bed while she went to rummage through their stuff for a condom. Locating one she returned to the bed, opened the package and rolled it on Jack. She gave him a few extra strokes and triumphantly saw him bite his lip to keep himself from making a sound. She then straddled him again and slowly lowered herself on him, leaning on his chest. She too had to bite her lip and try her best to even out her breathing as she waited for her body to adjust before moving.

She leaned down to kiss Jack as she started to move her hips up and down. They both groaned quietly into the kiss and he brought his hands to her waist to help her move. She wasn't in the mood to go slow so as soon as she was able, she started moving fast, lifting herself up on her arms a little to get a better angle. She hissed at the change, setting a steady pace.

Soon Jack shifted the position of his legs a little to get purchase and started moving his own hips in pace with hers to double their pleasure. She had to muffle a moan with her own hand, throwing her head back.

She leaned down and hid her head in the crook of Jack's neck.

"I'm close," she whispered though she probably didn't have to. She felt him nod before coaxing her to lift her body again so he could slip his hand between them.He locked eyes with her before carefully pressing his thumb against her clit. A strong tremor ran through her and she had to muffle herself again. They kept moving but with Jack rubbing her clit she soon reached her climax, her body tensing all around him and with her hand covering her mouth. She leaned down and kissed him, muffling his moan with her mouth as he came after a few more rolls of her hips.

They stayed on top of each other for a while, breathing heavy. She giggled in a whisper, kissing his neck a few times, before carefully getting up and off him. They quickly cleaned up in the bathroom before returning to the bed, snuggling up together under the covers. They kissed slower and deeper this time, showing appreciation and love.

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Hi darling! Can I have imagine where y/n is a makeup artist on the set of Dunkirk and both Harry and Jack are falling for her. And she’s upset because she doesn’t know what do to but she loves Jack. Harry gets really cut up about it. X

Thanks for the request! I'm afraid that I'm going to have to decline this one, though. I feel like I don't know Harry Styles well enough to write anything longer about him. Sorry, anon! Feel free to send in another request, though!

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Too Hot (Hot Damn) [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: Watching Jack walk around the apartment without a shirt on isn't good for her.

Warnings: Explicit sex.

Word count: ~1300

Disclaimer: I made this up.

She's laying on the couch in the shortest shorts ever and a tank top and no bra and she's still way too hot. This heatwave has been going on for weeks and there are no signs of it ending any time soon. She spends most of her time sweating like a piglet and taking cold showers. Jack on the other hand is coping by never wearing a shirt. Watching Jack walk around the apartment without a shirt on isn't good for her. Or rather it's too good. She finds it both delightful and frustrating. 

One afternoon she's finally had enough.

"You know what the worst thing about this heatwave is?" she asks and answers herself without waiting for Jack. "That it's too hot to have sex."

Jack laughs, delighted by her directness.

"Why, do you want to?"

"Yes, but it's too hot," she whines dramatically.

He grins, making his way to the couch, leaning over her. He knows exactly what she's after and decides to give it to her but in his own way.

"I promise to do most of the work, how about that?" he leans closer to press a kiss on her neck and then whispers in her ear: "All you have to do is come for me."

She shivers, biting her lip. Jack isn't pulling his punches today.

"What'd you have in mind?" she tries to sound unaffected but knows Jack isn't fooled.

"You'll see."

He gets up and pulls her with him, guiding her to the bedroom. He has her lay down on the bed and lays down next to her, leaning on his elbow. He tilts her head back for a kiss and she lets him, meeting his mouth eagerly. His lips feel soft against hers, moving unhurriedly, while his hand moves down to her left breast, brushing against it softly. She moans into their prolonged kiss when he finds her nipple and rubs against it with his thumb a few times. He knows exactly how to make her unravel. She's almost squirming when he pulls away from the kiss. She's disappointed at first but recovers soon when she realizes what he's up to. He motions for her to sit up and quickly pulls the tank top off of her, leaving her upper body exposed. She lays back down but this time Jack moves over to her legs and parts them gently, settling in between them. He kisses her again, briefly this time before moving to her neck and slowly, slowly down over her collarbone and to her breasts. She's shivering before he even gets there but when he suddenly closes his mouth around one of her nipples, she gasps and arches her body. He flicks his tongue a few times and then sucks the nipple back into his mouth before releasing it with a gentle bop. He repeats the actions with her other breast before going back to the first one. She threads her fingers into his hair and tries her best to not pull too hard when Jack ever so gently grazes his teeth against one nipple. 

"Fuck..."

Jack chuckles when he sees how riled up she is. She's breathing heavy, her body tense. He leaves her breasts to kiss along her jaw a few times to catch her attention. When she opens her eyes, his smile is wicked.

"Want me to go lower?" his tone is teasing but his voice is low and he looks pretty far gone himself. She nods frantically and isn't even a little embarrassed. He grins and makes his way across her body fast, marking his way with little kisses.

He only slows down when he reaches her thighs. He first pulls off her shorts and underwear, tossing them aside. He continues by placing a few kisses by her knee and then runs his tongue up her thigh, pulling away at the last second. He does this again a few times, alternating between her thighs, and she is growing impatient. She lifts her hips off the bed a little to tell Jack she's had enough teasing but he just pins her hips down with his arm and hovers over her, waiting. She groans and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath. Right as she is exhaling again, he licks up her folds and over her clit, flicking it and she nearly screams.

"Jack...!" her voice is breathless.

Jack's tongue works quick between her legs, apparently with no mercy, flicking and sucking her clit and licking between her folds. Her legs are shaking and she can't quite keep still, his hands holding her hips in place.

She's so close when Jack stops and pulls away. She groans and swears under her breath,  her hands holding on to the sheets, unable to release the tension in her body. Jack places idle kisses along her thigh, waiting for her to relax a little. When she doesn't say anything, he decides to tease her.

"What, you're not protesting?"

"No matter what I say, you're still going to tease me, so I figured that if I don't say anything, you'll get back to eating me out faster."

He laughs, shrugging.

"As you wish."

He takes his time this time, moving torturously slow. After a few minutes of slowly circling her clit with his tongue, applying more and more pressure, her legs are shaking again and she's getting close.

"Please don't stop...." she manages to whisper from her daze after which Jack promptly pulls away.

"Fuck..." she takes a few deep breaths. "You're an asshole."

Jack merely chuckles, kissing his way up her body. His breath tickles her neck, making her shiver.

"You're doing so well, love... you'll get go come soon, I promise."

She moans as a visible shiver runs through her whole body. Jack starts to pull away but she stops him and pulls him in for a kiss. She bites his lip gently before pulling away and is pleased to find that he's clearly turned on too.

Jack makes his way back between her thighs and doesn't waste time. He keeps his promise and sets out to make her come. His tongue is precise and he doesn't slow down until her legs are shaking again. He guides her to close her legs around his head a little, knowing what it'll do to her. His scruff brushes against her inner thighs and she's suddenly coming, tensing all over. His tongue teases her through her climax, never stopping until her body relaxes again.

He kisses his way slowly up her body while she's coming down from her high. When he reaches her mouth, she reaches for the back of his head and brings him down to her, kissing him long and deep. She's still shivering from unreleased pleasure and Jack notices, brushing his fingers against her inner thigh. She opens her legs a little more, never having closed them in the first place and he gently runs his finger between her folds before slowly pushing a finger inside her. She gasps into his mouth.

"God..."

She tries to keep kissing him but his finger moves in and out at a pace that's making her breath hitch. He moves to her neck when she leans her head back. He has one of her legs trapped between his which leaves her open and at his mercy. She's tense from the beginning, latching on to the sheets beneath her but Jack can tell something is holding her back.

"Come on, love... you're doing so well," his voice is low and smooth, close to her ear. His breath brushing her neck is driving her crazy.

"You can do it... come on, just let go."

The palm of his hand puts pressure on her clit and she arches her body, pulling on the sheets.

"Come for me."

She does, groaning out his name, her body tense and shaking.

When she comes back from her high again, she's nestled against Jack's body, his fingers brushing against her back. She laughs, still euphoric.

"You sure know how to keep a promise..."

Jack just laughs, kissing the top of her head.

"I'm sweatier than ever though... I need a cold shower again."

"Me too," he winks at her, getting up and pulling her with him.

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Tuscany [Jack Lowden fic]

Warnings: None.

Word count: ~500

Disclaimer: I made this up.

A/N: Thanks for the request! I hope y'all don't mind that these are quite short! And anon, I think we're all high key obsessed with Jack in Italy... and who wouldn't want to join him. 

A/N#2: Just in case someone is doesn't know, the Andy and Calum I briefly mention here are Andrew Rothney, a close friend of Jack's and Jack's brother Calum, both of whom are with him in Tuscany in real life too.

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It was one of those summers she'd read about in books, full of sunshine and laughter, reminiscent of a carefree childhood. All their adult worries seemed to melt away under the hot Italian sun and left behind only water and warm skin.

Her and Jack had ditched their friends for the morning in favor of spending some time together and going for a small hike to the top of a nearby hill. Not that she minded his friends and brother. They were loud but fun and exactly what both her and Jack needed that summer.

They were walking hand in hand, grateful for a light breeze cooling their skin. Jack laughed at something she said and she glanced at him. His hair was getting longer and it was disheveled in a way that made him more handsome. He hadn't shaved for a few days and his scruff was softening the edge of his jaw. He looked so relaxed and happy her heart ached a little but only in the best of ways. She was glad to be a part of this phase in Jack's life where he was advancing in his career but still had time to go on vacation with his friends and girlfriend and just enjoy life. She was happy for both of them to have been so lucky in life.

They finally reached the top of the hill and paused, completely in awe of the view in front of them. The hills and fields of Tuscany spread out into the distance. Clouds cast shadows that swept across the scenery, adding depth and peace. She had never seen anything so beautiful in her life.

After a moment of taking it all in, Jack opened his mouth:

"Look at that view, rubbish."

She snorted.

"Yeah... Hardly worth leaving the Borders, eh?" she said, rolling her r's.

Jack laughed loud for the hundredth time just that morning and tugged her under his arm.

When they got back to the hotel, they headed straight for the pool, Jack unceremoniously throwing off his shirt and forcefully plunging himself into the water. She laughed and promptly followed him with a little less force. Coming to the surface, she splashed Jack who laughed and in turn lunged for her, grabbing her waist. She pretended to struggle as he lifted her up a little and threw her back into the water. She emerged only to surprise him by jumping on his back and trying to push him underwater. She wasn't strong enough to do that and instead got submerged herself when Jack dove in back first.

They were both laughing a little breathlessly when they surfaced again. He reached for her waist again but she called for a truce. He agreed but left his hands on her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck, coming closer. A peck on the lips turned into a deep kiss or three. Jack's skin was warm against her own and his tongue tracing hers elicted a quiet sound from her throat.

He'd just moved one of his hands to the back of her neck when a wolf whistle interrupted them. They hadn't noticed that Andy and Calum had joined them by the pool and were now jeering at them, telling them to get a room. They laughed, not really embarrassed and joined their friends for a long afternoon under the Tuscan sun.

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Moving Fast [Jack Lowden fic]

Warnings: None

Word count: ~500

Disclaimer: I made this up.

A/N: Thanks for the request! Keep them coming, I'll write pretty much anything with Jack.

She struggles a little to get through the door with a heavy bag of groceries in one hand and a backpack balanced on the other shoulder so she can fish out her keys. Somehow she makes it through the door and calls out a hello into the apartment. There's no answer and she figures Jack must still be at work. She drops her bag to the floor and kicks the door closed with her foot before kicking her shoes off. She grabs the groceries with both hands and starts to haul them to the kitchen. She has gotten them on the counter top and has just started to empty the bag when she hears Jack come in. She answers his hello and soon Jack makes his way to the kitchen to find her. He kisses her on the cheek before noticing the bag on the counter.

"You carried all that yourself? Should you be doing that in --"

" -- 'your condition'," she rolled her eyes while still putting away the groceries. "Jack, we've talked about this, I'm pregnant, not dying."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he wraps his arms around her from the back, gently laying his palms on her rounded stomach. "I just want you to be comfortable. Both of you."

She snorts, turning around and rubbing her stomach with one of her hands.

"She's in a five star hotel. I on the other hand..." she gives the groceries a meaningful look.

Jack takes the hint and springs into action, rummaging through the bag.

"What do you want to eat?"

"Spaghetti with tomato sauce, please. All the ingredients should be there. I'm going to go put my feet up," she turns around and leaves the kitchen, heading for the living room, calling over her shoulder. "Thank you!"

She can hear Jack chuckling behind her.

Laying down on the couch with her eyes closed she can hear Jack working in the kitchen, quietly singing to himself. She smiles to herself and hopes that their daughter will be a better singer than him. Though if not, she's sure the child will have some other talent that is her very own.

The pregnancy had been a bit of a surprise but by no means an unwelcome one. They had been together for years and had gotten engaged shortly before finding out about the baby. Life is moving fast and in unexpected directions but she doesn't mind. She and Jack and their daughter would be just fine.

She feels the baby kick and rubs circles around her stomach. She hopes her baby can somehow feel just how much she already loves her. A little bit of her and a little bit of Jack and a whole lot unique.

Later that night they're laying on the bed, side by side, facing each other. Jack has a hand on her stomach, rubbing gentle circles into her skin as he's telling her about something that happened at rehearsals that day and she's laughing. Suddenly he gasps and then laughs, surprised.

"She kicked!"

She smiles at the pure delight in his voice. He has felt the baby kick before but he's always just as happy about it.

"She must have liked the story too."

He smiled wider, snuggling closer to her. After a beat of silence, he almost whispers:

"I can't wait to meet her."

She places her hand on top of his on her stomach, kissing his cheek.

"Me neither."

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Request: post-gym grumpy Jack letting his girl cheer him up

Cool Me Down [Jack Lowden fic]

Warnings: None

Word count: ~730

Disclaimer: I made this up.

She had just gotten comfortable with her book, layinghalf way down on the couch, leaning her back on one of the armrestswhen Jack came home. She could hear him toss his bag on the floorrather forcefully, kick off his shoes and stuff his jacket into thecloset. She called out a hello to him but he didn’t answer. Instead,he slouched his way into the living room and straight to the couch.He still didn’t say anything, just silently crawled next to her,pressing his face into her stomach and somehow wrapping his handsaround her waist. She bit her lip so as not to laugh at how cute hewas being, instead gently running her fingers through his hair.

“How was gym?”

Jack groaned and snuggled closer to her.

“It’s kicking my arse…”

He sounded so defeated she couldn’t help but laugh.

“Aww, I know, honey. But it’s only for awhile, you’realmost done with filming.”

Jack mumbled something unintelligible, making himselfeven more comfortable. She continued stroking his hair, giving him amoment to just be. She did enjoy feeling his weight on her and beingclose to him.

Soon she could feel Jack’s body starting to getdangerously relaxed.

“Hey… please don’t fall asleep on top of me.”

“Bu’ is comfo'ble,” his voice was muffled.

“I know, but it’s too early for that and this is nota bed.”

He didn’t answer but didn’t move either. She thoughtabout it for a moment.

“There’s ice cream in the freezer.”

Jack lifted himself up on his arms.

“Yeah?”

She laughed at how fast his reaction was.

“Yeah, but you have to get up for that.”

He did, as if he’d never been laying down at all,pulling her up as well. She was still laughing as he pulled her overto the kitchen. Jack went straight for the freezer, leaning down tosee properly.

“What flavor do you want?”

“Strawberry,” she answered, hopping up to sit onthe counter. He came over with a tub of strawberry ice cream and setit down on the counter next to her. As he turned around to get bowls,she hid the ice cream behind her back. When he turned back, he lookeda little confused for a second and then fixed a stare at her slylittle smile.

“Where’d the ice cream go?”

“Oh, an evil witch took it.”

“Is that right?” he was smiling, clearly amused.“And how do I get it back?”

“You have to pay a terrible price. You have to kissthe princess,” she motioned to herself. He pulled a horrified face.

“No, not the princess, how will I survive?”

She giggled as he moved closer to her, nudging her kneeaside and moving between her legs, running his hands up her thighs.

“And how many kisses would the witch like me to givethe princess?” His lips brushed against her neck and she shivered.

“Oh, at least a thousand.”

He chuckled against her skin. Kissing her up her neck,he started counting.

“One… two… three… four… five… nine hundredand ninety seven… nine hundred and ninety eight… nine hundred andninety nine…”

After the last count he kissed her on the lips, slowand gentle.

“One thousand.”

She smiled against his lips.

“You cheated.”

“There’s time for the rest later,” he said, givingher lips another quick peck. “The ice cream is melting.”

She burst laughing, handing him the ice cream. He waschuckling too as he scooped some ice cream into the bowls and put therest back in the freezer. They made their way back into the livingroom and settled on the couch. They were snuggled close and enjoyingtheir ice cream.

“You know what?” Jack broke the comfortablesilence. She hummed around a mouthful of ice cream.

“If this is the prize I get for going to the gym, Imight get used to it.”

She laughed.

“I don’t think the gym will be at all useful if youstuff your face with ice cream afterwards.”

“Maybe,” he looked thoughtful for a moment beforespooning some more ice cream into his mouth. “But I don’t care.”

She giggled, snuggling closer to him.

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The Silence Between Waves And Wind [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: The sun is beneath her skin, the water is cool and Jack is warm.

Warnings: Non-explicit sex

Word count: ~750

Disclaimer: I made this up.

Author’s Note: This is a stand alone piece, but because it is stylistically similar to Eternity In A Heartbeat, you are welcome to see this as a continuation to that, if you wish.

Author’s Note #2: I am currently taking requests! Send me an ask or a message or even a reply to my requests post, anything you want related to Jack (not his characters) and I’ll be happy to write it for you! If you want, you can check my masterlist to see what kind of stuff I’ve written before.

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She wakes up to the sound of waves and wind. Soft waves, soft wind and soft breathing right next to her. She opens her eyes and squints at how bright the room is. There is light everywhere, pouring in from the open windows and the French doors, creating shadows on the bed. She looks to her side where Jack is still asleep, looking peaceful and relaxed. She smiles to herself. The sheets are cool and soft around her body as she moves closer and snuggles up to him, pressing her ear to his chest. His heart is beating slow and steady, counting seconds. She kisses his neck and he sighs in his sleep. She smiles again and gets up, careful not to wake him.

She steps out onto the sand and takes a deep breath. Morning dew still lingers in the air and she feels refreshed. Everything is quiet around her. She sighs and wills her mind to be quiet as well. This is her first chance to just relax and do nothing for months, but her mind hasn't quite caught up with the opportunity yet. They arrived only the previous afternoon and her mind is still buzzing with the city, with ideas and noises and people. She reminds herself that her phone is turned off, she has nowhere to be and she has Jack in her bed.

Walking down the beach towards the water she lets her mind go blank. She focuses on the gentle ebb and flow of the waves, the soft warmth of the sand beneath her feet, the feel of the light fabric of her dress moving against her skin. She stops at the edge of the water, right where waves meet land and lets her feet press into the cool, wet sand. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, breathing in sunlight, letting the warmth of it trickle down into her soul.

Warm hands wrap around her waist and she leans back. Jack kisses her bare shoulder and up her neck, murmuring a good morning deep into her skin. She twists around in his arms, wraps her own around his neck and kisses him on the mouth, long and deep. His hands on her waist steady her as she leans into him, trying to get closer than possible. Jack's bare chest is warm and her dress is so thin it feels like there's nothing between them. She smiles into the kiss.

They pull apart and he's smiling too. He runs his hand through her hair and she leans into the touch, briefly closing her eyes. When she opens them again, he's still looking at her, his eyes bluer than ever under the cloudless sky and he kisses her, soft and slow and inviting. His other hand brushes under her breast and she lets out a little moan. Her hands find their way into his hair and he moves one hand to the back of her neck, the other brushing lightly against her side and stomach.

“Let's go back to the house,” she whispers against his lips and he hums in agreement.

Their feet trail sand on the floor between the door and the bed. She pulls off her dress, revealing soft, naked skin and Jack stares, bewitched. She grins at his expression, gently prying his shorts off him before pushing him on to the bed. They settle into a comfortable position with her on his lap, straddling his thighs, pressing close close closer as their lips meet in one kiss among thousands. His fingers press into her skin, trailing down her body, finding all the right places, memorizing each curve all over again. Their bodies join in the middle and she moans, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. They move together, slow at first, then faster. She can feel him all around her, pressing into every inch of her skin, his lips on her neck, his hand between them and before her mind can catch up, she cascades into bliss.

She's laying on the bed, feeling hot and sticky and limbless. Jack is resting his head on her midriff, his ear against her skin, fingers brushing against her thigh. Her head is empty.

“Let's go swimming.”

The sand is soft and pleasant, giving way beneath her bare feet. The sun is beneath her skin, the water is cool and Jack is warm. She can taste the sea on his lips. She listens to the sound of the waves and the wind and the silence between them. Her heart is full.

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Taking requests!

Hi, guys! I know I haven't posted anything for ages, I'm sorry! Life got busy and then I've been lacking inspiration but! I thought I'd ask you guys what you want to read! Some people asked me previously if I took requests and I didn't want to commit to it at the time, but I think that might be exactly what I need to get back to writing.

So, please send in your requests, anything you want related to Jack Lowden (not his characters), though I do reserve the right to decline if what you've requested makes me uncomfortable. I'll try my best to fulfill all of them.

Requests are open until further notice.

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Masterlist

Additional info (warnings, word count and the like) at the beginning of each fic. Note: All of these are oneshots, completely unrelated to each other.

[So far all the fics I’ve published feature Jack Lowden, but here’s a list anyway. I will be updating this list and maybe reblog it periodically.]

Surprises Summary: A chance meeting at a pub ends in a suprising evening (feat. a little bit of Harry Styles moonlighting as Cupid).

Disagreeing With Your Heart Summary: [3+1] Three times she finds herself between Jack’s thighs until one time she finally has him between her thighs.

Eternity In A Heartbeat Summary: But now that she is so close to seeing Jack again, she feels uneasy despite herself.

Mutually Assured Destruction Summary: She had chosen her outfit specifically to rile him up but she didn’t know he’d done the same.

The Silence Between Waves And Wind Summary: The sun is beneath her skin, the water is cool and Jack is warm.

Cool Me Down Requested: “post-gym grumpy Jack letting his girl cheer him up”

Moving Fast Requested: Reader being pregnant with Jack’s baby.

Tuscany Requested: Reader and Jack enjoying Tuscany together.

Too Hot (Hot Damn) Summary: Watching Jack walk around the apartment without a shirt on isn’t good for her.

Quietly Requested: Jack wants the reader but they have to be discreet because their kids are on vacation with them

Beautiful Summary: Jack always liked watching her, especially when she thought no one was watching.

Smoke and Starlight Summary: It was quiet and peaceful and she felt like they were the only two people awake in the world.

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Mutually Assured Destruction [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: She had chosen her outfit specifically to rile him up but she didn’t know he’d done the same.

Warnings: Graphic sex

Word count: ~2400

Disclaimer: I made this up.

She glanced at the clock on the wall and tapped her fingers against her glass of champagne. Jack had said he’d be a little late, but it was nearing half an hour now and she was getting impatient. She wanted to put her plan into action and test her theory but she couldn’t do that without the target present. She smoothed her hand down the side of her skirt and smiled to herself. Jack wouldn’t know what hit him.

The moment she had heard that one of their friends was holding a costume party as a birthday party she’d been delighted and sprang into action. She had thought about it carefully, but had decided to dress up as Peggy Carter from the Captain America films. And not just any of her outfits, specifically her military uniform. The uniform served a few different purposes. Firstly, she looked amazing in it. The jacket was buttoned and had a belt on the outside, highlighting her waist. The pen skirt went down to her knees and together with the jacket formed a pleasant figure. Secondly, she loved Peggy Carter, so she didn’t have to come up with an excuse to dress up as her. And thirdly, if she played her cards right, the uniform would rile up Jack to no end. They’d been together for long enough for her to know what he liked and he had always shown appreciation towards women in uniforms. She wasn’t a hundred percent sure why that was, but her theory was that he liked his women assertive. She wanted to test that theory tonight. If she was right, he’d be cutting their evening short.

She was watching some couples swaying to some slow dance music when she heard someone enter the room and turned around only for her knees to almost buckle. Jack was standing on the other side of the room, looking around. He was wearing a Word War II RAF pilot’s uniform and she nearly swore out loud. The blue uniform was crisp, clean cut and flawless, fitting his form perfectly, somehow making him look taller than he already was. He looked incredible and she wanted to just walk up to him and take him somewhere private and…

It was hard to rile someone up when your mind was hazy with lust.

Jack turned around and caught her eye, grinning, but his smile faded when he took in what she was wearing. His eyes ran down her body and back up again very slowly. His mouth was slightly open and she thought she saw him mouth something to himself. His eyes met hers again and he blinked a few times, licking his lips, before practically striding over to her. She smirked at him, amused by his reaction, but wasn’t quite able to hide her own blush or keep her eyes away from his body.

When he came to a halt in front of her, he looked down at her uniform, taking in all the insignia and frowned a little.

“Are you Peggy Carter?”

“Yeah,” she grinned.

“Nice,” his voice was appreciative as was his grin and the hand he brought to her waist.

“You’re not so bad yourself… Mr. Collins.” She blushed a little, running her fingers along the buttons on his jacket.

“Well, you did say you like the uniform…” He sounded smug.

“I did say that but now I wish I hadn’t…” she looked away to the side to distract herself but suddenly felt his lips on her neck.

“Do you really?”

She blushed deeper, biting her lip.

“Not even a little bit.”

He chuckled against her neck and she had to push him away, getting too overwhelmed.

“Behave yourself, we’re in public,” she muttered.

“Is that an order?”

She looked up at him and had to suppress a laugh at how far gone he already seemed to be. He was eyeing her uniform, pupils blow, biting his lip.

“Yes. And tug yourself away, I can see your boner through those pants.”

Jack glanced down and blushed when he realised she tricked him.

“Oh, you are evil, woman…”

She laughed triumphantly and leaned in to brush her lips against his ear.

“I’ll make it up to you when we get home…”

He groaned quietly and she could tell he wanted to leave straight away. Instead he took a step back from her and offered her his hand, bowing a little.

“May I have this dance, ma'am?”

She let out a delighted giggle and curtsied a little, taking his hand. He pulled her to the middle of the room and guided her left hand to rest on his shoulder. He took her right hand in his, keeping them close to their bodies while sliding his other hand against her waist to rest on her lower back, pulling her close to himself. He began to sway them along to the music and brought his lips to her ear.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice how much you like this uniform… I can only imagine how wet you are right now.”

She had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She tightened her grip on his shoulder and leaned against him to hide her blush. She could hear him chuckle. Calming down a little, she lifted her head and laughed a little incredulously.

“I don’t think we’re very good company to our friends right now.”

“You shouldn’t have worn that uniform then.”

“You shouldn’t have worn that uniform.”

“If it bothers you so much, you should take it off.”

Well, what do you know. She ended up being the one to cut their evening short.

She took his hand, dragged her over to the hostess of the evening to say goodbye and practically shoved him out the door. They lived right around the corner and she hurried him along as fast as she could manage in her fancy high heels.

Closing the door behind her, she grabbed him by his collar and pulled him down to her, smashing their mouths together. His hands instantly found their way to her waist, feeling hot even through the fabric of her jacket. Keeping her mouth on his as best as she could, she nudged him towards their bedroom. She stopped him before he could sit down on the bed. She started to pull open the belt at the waist of his jacket. His hands came up to help her, but she slapped them away.

“Let me.” It wasn’t a question and he swallowed, licking his lips.

Getting the belt open, she moved on to the buttons, undoing them swiftly. Then she slid her hands under the jacket and over his shoulders, pushing the fabric off him. He shrugged it off and tossed it aside. She motioned for him to sit down on the edge of the bed, but instead of joining him, she took a step back and smirked at him. He looked like he didn’t know of he was scared or turned on.

She took her time and slowly but deliberately worked her own jacket open, starting with the belt. By the time she got it off her shoulders, dropping it on the floor, Jack looked like he was ready to pounce just to get things moving a little faster. She grinned at him, running her hands down her sides and to the high waisted skirt. She undid the zipper at the back and slowly pushed the fabric down, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it. She began to unbutton the blouse, slowly revealing what she was wearing underneath. Jack’s eyes went wide at the sight of her underwear.

She had anticipated that this is how their evening would end and had gotten an especially sexy set of lingerie just for the occasion. They were lacy, small, almost see-through and useless for support but perfect for mesmerising your boyfriend. He was nearly drooling at the sight of her, his fingers gripping the bedspread. This time she actually could see his boner through his pants.

Finally discarding her blouse and taking off her heels, she walked over to him and pushed him to move up on the bed and lay down on his back. She straddled him, laying her palms flat on his chest and moved her hips down against his bulge. They both groaned loudly and he brought his hands to her thighs. Keeping her hips in a slight motion, she first undid his tie, tossing it aside and then opened the buttons on his shirt one by one. When she was half way through the buttons, he groaned out her name and she stilled her hips, knowing he was close. She urged him to sit up, adjusting her position on him so she wasn’t touching his groin anymore. He brought one of his hands to her face and she looked up at him. He was already breathless, his pupils blown and her stomach lurched.

They kissed slowly while she undid the rest of the buttons and slid the shirt off him. She went to move off him so she could takes his pants off but he stopped her.

“My turn.”

He slowly slid his hands up from her thighs, pressing on her skin lightly. He brushed his thumbs on the underside of her breasts before moving his hands behind her to unhook her bra. He slid them off, shifting his focus on her breasts. He teased them first with his hands and then his mouth, making her arch into his touch. He nudged her to move so she was laying on the bed instead and she gladly complied, feeling a little boneless. He lay down on his side next to her. He kissed her, running his hand down from her neck, over her breasts and stomach and finally down to her thighs, pulling them apart gently. Their kiss turning heated distracted her from what he was doing, but suddenly she felt his fingers dip inside her panties. She pulled her mouth apart from his and moaned loudly, her hips jerking up into his touch. He chuckled against her skin, feeling how wet she was, and started peppering kisses on her neck. His fingers moved slowly and gently, not giving her nearly enough friction. Frustrated, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled a little.

“Jack… if you’re not going to get on with it, at least take your pants off so I can do it for you.”

In lieu of a response, he moved his hand further down and slowly pushed one of his fingers inside her. She gasped, curling her fingers into the sheets. Instead of teasing some more, like she expected him to, he started to move his finger in and out quite fast, palming her clit at the same time. In no time at all she felt her body tense and her climax get nearer and she was so close when he suddenly stopped and pulled his fingers off her.

“What the hell, Jack, what do you think you’re doing?”

He was on his knees, working his pants open. When he managed, he shimmied out of them, threw them on the floor along his boxers and laid on his back. He smirked, beckoning her over.

“It’d be a shame to waste all that wetness on just my fingers.”

She groaned, pulling off her panties and crawling over to him, straddling him again.

“You know that’s not how it works,” she murmured, reaching to the bedside table for a condom.

“I know, it’s just fun to get you all hot and bothered.”

She opened the foil package and rolled the condom on him, giving him a few extra strokes for good measure, making his breath hitch.

“Now who’s all not and bothered…”

She would have teased him more, but she was getting desperate herself and so just carefully lowered herself on him, making them both moan. She leaned on his chest, giving herself a moment to adjust, before starting to move her hips back and forth. He brought his hands to her hips, aiding the movement while thrusting up a little himself. She leaned down to kiss him, first on the mouth and then down his neck, nibbling a little every now and then.

After a while she couldn’t keep up the pace and had slow down. He stopped her completely and nudged her to get off and lay on her back. He moved between her legs and leaned down to kiss her while pushing back inside her, making her throw her head back. Neither of them where in the mood to play games now, so he started off at a quick pace, pressing his lips on her neck. She moved her hand between them and on her clit, applying pressure. He groaned, feeling her tighten around him as she came, following soon after.

They were both sweaty and out of breath, nearly sticking together. She felt his breath hot on her neck as he moved off her and on his back, taking deep breaths. She had her eyes closed and was trying to even out her breath, but she felt him move around when he took off the condom and threw it in the bin by the bed. He then pressed close to her, kissing her neck.

“Jack?”

He hummed against her neck, making her skin tingle.

“You wore that uniform just to rile me up, didn’t you?”

He made noncommittal sound, brushing his fingers against her stomach.

“Your uniform was just as bad.”

She laughed a little breathlessly while his mouth was nearing her breasts.

“I guess we’re even then.”

He closed his mouth around her nipple, making her gasp.

“Jack… we literally just had sex.”

His fingers were now brushing against her hip.

“You looked incredible in that uniform…”

He brushed his fingers against her inner thigh and she let out a breath, giggling.

“You’re impossible.”

“Do you want me to stop?”

“If you do, you’ll never see me in a uniform again.”

The threatening tone of her voice was undermined by how loudly she moaned when he slipped his fingers between her legs again. She was pretty sure she’d proven her theory about him liking assertiveness.

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Eternity In A Heartbeat [Jack Lowden fic]

Summary: But now that she is so close to seeing Jack again, she feels uneasy despite herself. Warnings: Angst, sex Word count: ~1700 Disclaimer: I made this up.

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The setting sun shines through the trees outside the train and makes light flicker through her closed eyelids. She sighs, resting her head on the back of the chair. The train seems to be taking forever to reach its destination and she's sick of waiting, sick of being alone, sick of being tired, sick of everything. She just wants to see Jack.

He was away filming for four months without having the chance to come home, even for a weekend. Four months or a full third of the whole length of their relationship and the separation did not treat her kindly. Of course they talked on the phone and made video calls but being able to see him and hear his voice but not being able to touch was almost worse than not hearing from him at all. But now that she is so close to seeing Jack again, she feels uneasy despite herself. Four months is a long time. Long enough for her to get used to sleeping alone again. To being the only person in a room. To not have to share her space with anyone.

Maybe if he'd just crashed back into her life like he usually did, hurrying to her flat as soon as possible, implanting himself into her space like he'd never left, it might have been easier. But him coming home was not so simple this time. He was detained at the filming site for a week longer than planned which had thrown off all their own plans. Instead of coming directly to London, he went to his parents' house instead for a family reunion. She was meant to meet him up there, but something came up at work and she was forced to stay in London. Then, instead of just spending a few days at home and coming back down, Jack found this pretty little cottage in the middle of nowhere somewhere in the Highlands that was being rented for holidays and he wanted to rent it for a long weekend for just the two of them. However, because of the location, she would have to take the train up from London and Jack would meet her at a suitable station and they'd drive the rest of the way. The only problem was that this required for her to leave work early and sit on the train for an unreasonable amount of hours after a long week at work. Jack was asking for a lot and they both knew it, but in the end she agreed, just wanting to be close to him.

So, she is sitting on the train, tired and alone, nearly two weeks after she was supposed to see Jack again. Two weeks longer than she thought she would have to be away from him. It's almost too much for her to bear. She sighs again and rubs at her eyes. She isn't really mad at Jack, the messiness of the situation and the way their plans kept changing isn't his fault and frankly spending a whole weekend alone with Jack after so long apart sounds like heaven. She just can't shake the feeling that all the difficulties are a sign. Maybe summer was finally over. She tries to ignore the tension in her body and the sliver of ice in her heart.

The train finally halts at her stop and she steps off, careful not to fall on the slippery platform. She looks around, searching for Jack but the platform is full of people and noise and she can't find her way through the crowd. Suddenly she spots a familiar figure a little outside the mass of people and everyone else fades away. Jack looks windswept and beautiful and her heart begins to thaw. His smile is wide in response to her own and she rushes to him, throwing her bag on the ground and wrapping her arms around him tightly, burying her face into his chest. His arms are strong and grounding around her and his laugh vibrates through her. She wants to cry but doesn't.

The platform is empty by the time they pull apart. Jack brushes his fingers against her cheek and smiles, softer this time. She reaches for his hand and takes it in hers. Feeling his fingers curl around her own is like coming home.

They spend the drive to the cottage in silence. Jack doesn't seem unhappy but he is tired and tense, probably because it's late and he has to focus on driving but there might be something more to it. She thought that she was the only one affected by their disruptive separation but now she thinks that maybe she was wrong. Normally she would ask if he was alright, but she can't bring herself to do it now. She is too unsure of her own feelings to have a conversation rather than an argument. If there is a crack between them, that would only make it worse.

It's midnight by the time they arrive at the cottage. The snow on the ground makes a crunching sound under their feet as they carry their bags into the house, eager to get out of the freezing night. They're both too tired to look around the house, instead heading straight to the bedroom where they find the bed tucked into the corner. A tiny single bed, meant for one person. Jack swears under his breath and turns to her, clearly about to apologise. Annoyance rises up inside her and she waves his words away.

“It's fine, let's just go to bed.”

She knows Jack can hear how tense her voice is but she's afraid she will blame him for things that aren't his fault if she says any more. She busies herself with getting ready for bed and sees Jack hesitate for a second, maybe deciding if he should say something. He doesn't.

By the time they're both ready for bed the cold of the house is starting to seep into their bones and the small bed doesn't seem like such a horrible idea anymore. They're both exhausted when they get under the covers and out of some old habit, Jack pulls her back against his chest and she lets him.

Jack's breath evens out quickly and his body relaxes against hers. The room is dark and quiet and exhaustion weighs heavy on her bones but she can't fall asleep. After a while of laying there with her eyes open, she untangles herself from Jack's embrace and gets up, moving over to the window. It's a clear night and the moon is almost full, creating sharp shadows across the snow, which in turn glitters in the moonlight like little stars trapped under ice. Looking up to the sky she is briefly overcome with vertigo. The night sky is much darker than usual and it's like the entire weight of the universe is pressing down on her. There is silence all around her, trickling into her soul. Then Jack moves, chased by his dreams and the rustle of movement grounds her. She realizes the silence is not pressing, but alive, moving around her. She can hear Jack breathing deeply, a muffled ticking of a clock somewhere else in the house, a quiet wind outside. Seeing Jack there her heart aches something awful. He's so close and she can finally touch him whenever she wants but something is holding her back. Her feelings are still all tangled up and she doesn't know where to pull to unravel them. She sighs and moves back to the bed, figuring it's better to be in the warm bed even if she can't sleep. The universe takes pity on her and sleep finds her soon after. She dreams of warm summer days, of water and clouds and soft towels and Jack. His shape is blurry but she knows it's him and her heart is full.

She's pulled from the dream by a feeling and as she opens her eyes, his image shifts into sharp focus in front of her. He's awake, his eyes on her. He's softly brushing his fingers against her back and her arm. When he notices she's awake, he smiles a little sadly. His voice is rough and sleepy, barely a whisper. She isn't sure if he meant for her to hear, but she did. “I missed you so much.”

Suddenly everything inside her unravels.

She presses against Jack, close as she can get. He wraps his arms around her and all the tension in her body melts away. His warmth all around her, the feel of his body against her, his scent everywhere, they all remind her of how much she loves being around him, close to him. She wants to cry and does, tears soaking through his shirt. He doesn't mind.

His body is solid and comforting and her tears run out quickly. He brushes his fingers across her cheeks to wipe away the lingering dampness and kisses her forehead. She smiles and tilts her head up a little to brush her nose against his. He gets the hint and leans down. The kiss is sweet and gentle and her heart gives a painful little twinge. They keep moving their lips against each others almost lazily, feeling their limbs and hearts start to get warm again. Their touches are careful but deliberate, pulling on memories of past shared pleasures. His fingers map her skin as if reinforcing a memory and his lips follow, creating new ones, covering every inch of her. His body is familiar and warm against her skin and her heart beats wilder than it has for months. His fingers find her wetness and she presses closer, needing more. Their bodies fit together like two pieces of a whole. His breath is hot against her body, his muscles shifting under her fingertips. Her name falls from his lips and her heart begins to heal.

Afterwards she is secretly glad the bed is so small. Without trying, she can feel his presence all around her. She looks up at him and smiles at how soft he looks, his hair tousled from sleep and sex. He smiles, brushing his fingers against her cheek.

“I'm sorry I dragged you all the way up here.”

“I'm not.”

She leans against his chest and closes her eyes, allowing her heavy limbs to pull her back to sleep. Laying there she can feel their hearts gradually find the same rhythm and in just one of those common beats she can hear eternity.

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I'd just like to note that Disagreeing With Your Heart used to have this line "She couldn't think of anything worse. Except maybe the way his hair had grown back at just the perfect length." but I took it out because I figured that two months wasn't long enough for his hair to grow to "the perfect length".

Apparently, I was wrong:

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do you take requests? loved both blurbs xx

I'm glad you liked them!Unfortunately I'm not taking requests right now but I'll let y'all know if I ever do!