#jean-luc picard x reader

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Being in a relationship with Q and Picard

Oh boy, oh boy

I'm not sure if you're the luckiest person alive or not

I mean, on one hand you're in a relationship with a god-like entity and a starfleet captain

On the other hand you're in a relationship with a god-like entity and a starfleet captain

You know what I mean, right?

Let's start with our favourite frenchman, shall we?

Jean-Luc is a rather private man

His private life and his job are always seperated and he tries very hard to not let the one affect the other

Of course this is impossible, I mean, he is the goddam captaine of the ship

But you are understanding and he really tries

At least twice a week he gets to your quarters on time and without staying longer than his shift is

Of course, if there's an emergency than he doesn't really have a choice, but he really, really tries, okay?

Shakespeare

Hell lot of Shakespeare

And whether you've read it or not, you read every book he recommends and lends you so that you two can talk about it

(After all you love him and he also shows interest in your hobbies)

You even got the honour of borrowing his paper books

According to him, everything that belongs to him is also yours (with a few exceptions, starting with his clothes, which you don't always listen to).

Yet you handle it as if it were made of glass

Jean-Luc even tries to go on regular dates with you (with or without Q), for which he rents the holodeck with you for longer than necessary to make sure you are really alone.

He even suggested having breakfast with you every morning, but you politely declined.

Not that you don't want to, but you have breakfast with Deanna on Wednesdays and a morning meeting with Data on Fridays, where you eat and he keeps bombarding you with questions, not that it really bothers you.

Also, you wanted to give him the chance to eat with Beverly at least twice a week, even though she objected the first time.

After all, she doesn't want to intrude on your relationship.

You really don't know, why the hell everybody thinks, that they're intruding

Nevertheless, he insists on holding you in his arms for at least five minutes every morning.

And to be honest, it has often happened that he forgets the time and is almost late for work.

Besides, he's a bit old-fashioned about the whole dating thing.

Roses, candlelit dinners, pulling back a chair for you and so on and so forth.

He would probably also hold the door open for you if they didn't automatically slide to the side.

Maybe that was also one of the reasons why he had a bit of a hard time at first that Q is also part of this relationship

Speaking of him

I think, Q is like the oppisite of Jean-Luc in terms of relationships

At least later on

At first, he was kind of nervous, after all, this is his first real relationship and then already with two people?

He was freaking out on the inside

So, after you and Jean-Luc made him the offer of a polyamorous relationship and he agreed, he paid a visit to his professor of humanity: Data

After two hours of Data explaining everything he learned, Q tried to make it reality

Let's put it that way, you noticed

He was still incredibly nervous but also added one chliché after another, until you told him to relax

and he actually listens!

He becomes more flirty and to admit his comments get sometimes a bit more dirty but Jean-Luc gets him down every time

Every time it's his turn to plan the date (with or without Jean-Luc) he takes you to the most extravagant places.

Waterfalls on Bajor? No problem

Gardens on Betazed? Already done

A holiday in peace while he freezes time and no one even notices you're gone, except for the more relaxed attitude? Nothing better than that!

Q is very passionate and touch starved

He always needs physical contact somehow

Be it holding hands or hugging you from behind and refusing to let go again

Q needs this physical contact and he takes everything he can get

Jean-Luc's condition for attempting this relationship was that Q would not interfere in his ship's affairs, which also included an attack

However, he had said nothing directly to you

By now, you've become accustomed to Q paying you regular visits while you're at work.

Jean-Luc absolutely does not like it, but it pleases you, so he does not forbid Q to do so

From time to time you give those two the time to go on dates allone or release their tention towards each other.

Mostly you go to Deanna to talk about a few things or pay Data a visit to play a bit with Spot

Let's be honest, you three are not perfect

You are chaotic, do not always agree and there are arguments sometimes

But you are together and love each other dearly and that is what matters, right?

One last thing:

You guys are so protective of each other

I'm gonna pray for every one to not insulting one of your partners or you, because life will become hell for them

Jean-Luc takes over the affaires regarding the ship ( worst assignments etc.) while Q tornaments them on his way (no real torture, you and Jean-Luc talked him out of it)

If you ask me, this is the best someone could wish for

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[prettyboypistol]

Star Trek TNG Men Reacting to a Sudden Confession! (x M!Reader)(mutual pining)

(Worf, Data, Will, Picard, Geordi)

Worf

Surprised, but very confused and refuses to show it

Mentally freaking out but physically stoic, rejects you at first- then asks to think about it- then accepts your feelings about three days later.

Asks if you are joking initially and orders you back to your station, but you stay in his mind for every waking moment(and asleep moment!) thinking about how a human/klingon romance would work between two men... two men kissing... battling for dom-"YES WORF SPEAKING WHAT IS NEEDED?"

Data

"as an artificial intelligence bot, I-" chat GPT aa

Curious and asks a bunch of questions (how did you know you were in love? What made you confess? What about me drew you to romantic attraction?)

Would accept your feelings and offer a trial relationship period to see and study how people act in romantic situations- after all, that information is hard to come by!

Will/Riker

RizzLord96 over here with a charming smile and a witty remark to your confession. If he's in the mood, he'll kiss your hand and remark about he knew he still had it.

He gives "fuck on the first date" energy, so just like... be prepared?

He'd call you cute for confessing and charms you to death with flirty remarks but mentally freaking about how to handle this.

Picard

maaaan rip this man will insta reject you even if he likes you back. He's so sacrificial that he'll tell you "it's for the greater good"

Just know that you're all he thinks about.

You're like a plague in his mind, a fever he can't sweat out. Definitely regrets his actions for a long while when you give him longing stares from across the hallways.

Geordi

Probably the most chill out of the group ngl a "really? Me?" and a "Wow, I never expected you to like me back, man."

little shy smiles from across the room and awkward waves, lunch minidates where you two lowkey dance around actually flirting but the mutual affection is clear as day to anyone who sees you two

secret Lore

RIP TO LORE HE HAS NEVER ENCOUNTERED THIS BEFORE

"Oh! Of course I knew this was coming. It was obviously written all over your face." (he did not know and it's burning up his wires inside that he's flustered)

short circuits a little bit but acts all high and mighty about "seducing" you so easily.

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Star Trek TNG

CHARACTER(S):

Q x GN!Reader, Geordi La Forge x GN!Reader, Data x GN!Reader, Deanna Troi x GN!Reader, Worf x GN!Reader, Will Riker x GN!Reader, Jean Luc Picard x GN!Reader, Reginald Barclay x GN!Reader

GENRE:

Humour, romance (sort of)

WARNINGS:

None

SUMMARY:

Oneshot sequel to 'Think'. Q returned you and the other nineteen crew members to the ship, but people are acting... strangely. (Inspired by a funny mistake in my previous Q fic)

Irresistable

It had been three days since you had been kidnapped by Q and forced to play his game. Three days since he promised to drop by every so often to make your life 'more interesting'. For a short period of time you lived in fear of when that moment would be and, more importantly, what he would do. Then, sometime around the second day, your priority shifted from Q.

You didn't know whether you were paranoid, whether your fear of Q was translating to other meaningless things, or if something was actually going on, but...

Everyone was staring at you.

At first you assumed it was because your experience with Q had made you and the nineteen other crew members the hottest gossip on the Enterprise. But then it got weird.

Conversations would stop as soon as you entered a room, people would go out of their way to talk to you or do you a favour, and if you didn't get at least six compliments upon entering a room then the room was empty. Not only that, but you had been asked on more dates than ever before in your entire life. Dinner, lunch, breakfast, afternoon tea - people were desperate to squeeze in some quality time with you.

But most of all, they stared.

You were in one of the jefferies tubes replacing a burnt out conduit. Commander La Forge had insisted on helping you... by standing just outside of the tube... and chatting. It wasn't really like him to stand around and talk while there was work to be done, but you weren't about to question a superior officer.

"...and then I came in and fixed the neutrino field in two seconds. Guess what the problem was!"

You smiled as though you were amused by Geordi's story as you worked. In all honesty, you were a bit worn thin by people trying to be relatable to you over the past few days. Still, even before the Q incident, Geordi had been nice to you. You weren't about to brush off his polite attempts at socialising now, even if it was a little exhausting.

"What was it?" you asked, humouring him.

"No converters! They thought they could not only start up a neutrino field, but stabilise the entire thing without any converters!"

While Geordi laughed, you gave a forced chuckle. You got the feeling that even he knew he was scraping the bottom of the barrel for conversation material. It was lucky for him that the burnt out conduit was behind several wires and tubes and partially melted to the framework of the ship, otherwise you would have come up with some excuse to leave over an hour ago.

Geordi sucked in a breath and you knew he had just thought of a new topic to discuss.

"That actually reminds me of the time -"

Commander Data's calm voice hit the air. "Geordi, may I have a word with you?"

"Not now, Data!" Geordi whispered harshly.

"Is now not a good time?"

"Lieutenant (Y/N) and I were just talking -"

"Actually, I'm done!" you announced, crawling back out of the tube. When you stood upright, you came face to face with Commander Data. He was an android - a tall, very pale and slightly yellowish android with golden eyes, who was well known for his inability to experience any emotions.

So why his entire face twisted into shock upon seeing you was something you didn't feel qualified enough to answer. His bright golden eyes were locked onto you like you were some sort of mythological being come to life. Whatever the expression was, you were pretty sure it meant that something was seriously wrong.

Geordi noticed, too. He put a hand on Data's shoulder.

"Data, what's the matter?"

"I..." The android appeared at a loss for words. "I am not certain. This is the eighth time in three days that I have been overwhelmed by this... urge."

"Urge?"

Data turned his head to Geordi and his tone became almost conversational. "It is what I came to speak to you about. I believe I am experiencing some kind of malfunction."

"Alright, let's go check out your neural net, see if there's anything going on we should know about." Geordi gave Data a light pat on the back and together the two commanding officers walked away.

You stood alone for the first time since waking up that morning. No one had noticed that you were on your own so no one was rushing up to impress you or ask you to dinner or... stare.

As much as you hoped Data was okay, you were glad for the distraction. For this brief moment, you could finally relax.

"Hello again."

You cried out and jumped away from the jefferies tube, where Q was laying flat on his stomach with his head propped up on his hands. He seemed to be in a good mood, with a cheery smile and mischief dancing in his eyes. He suddenly reminded you of a grinning Cheshire Cat.

"You!"

Q gave a light chuckle. "How observant of you," he remarked snidley. "And how are you today, (Y/N)? I must say, you have been quite popular since you came back." He raised his eyebrows. "A new shampoo you're using?"

"You're behind this, aren't you?"

Q pretended to be shocked, putting a hand to his chest and gawking up at you. "Me? Now, why would I do such a thing?" His face dropped into a wicked grin. "I'll see you later - if you can squeeze me into your busy schedule, of course."

In a flash of white light he was gone. You huffed and stormed out of engineering.

If Q was going to mess with you, then you were at least going to try and figure out exactly what he did. Everyone seemed to be experiencing some sort of strong emotion towards you - possibly attraction, but possibly something else. Either way, when it came to emotions, you knew there was only one person you needed to speak with.

You stood outside Counsellor Troi's quarters. It was within her usual therapy hours and you were fairly certain that she wasn't on the bridge. You pressed the buzzer and the door slid open almost immediately. Counsellor Troi stood before you in her red one-piece uniform with her long, dark, wavy hair tied up into a high ponytail. The second her black half-betazoid eyes locked onto you, a huge smile curled onto her lips.

"(Y/N)," she greeted warmly. She stepped aside and held her arm out toward her lounge. "Come in. Is there something on your mind?"

"One thing, actually," you said, walking in and taking a seat. She took a seat in the chair opposite you, crossing one leg over the other and linking her hands over her knee.

"Oh? And what might that be?"

"People have been acting strange around me. Ever since I came back from Q's..."

Counsellor Troi wasn't listening. You could see her eyes had dropped to roaming over your body. You cleared your throat loudly and she startled straight in her chair. She gave an apologetic smile.

"Sorry. Please, go on."

"Well, as I was saying, ever since I came back from Q's game, people have been all over me. People are staring at me, they're going out of their way to talk to me, and I'm getting flooded in requests for dates -"

"Maybe you're just popular?" Troi laughed.

"But it's more than that. Q visited me today. He didn't openly admit to anything, but I'm certain he's behind it."

"Q visited you today?"

"Yeah. I think me winning his game means I've just won a lifetime's supply of Q antics to deal with."

"Have you told Captain Picard about this?"

"No, not yet, but I -"

"I think," said Counsellor Troi, standing up from her chair and walking around behind you. "After this session, you should go and inform the captain about what's going on. In the meantime..."

Her hands slid down over your shoulders and massaged the muscles around your neck. She leaned down and breathed in your ear.

"Relax..."

"Uh!" You quickly shimmied out of her grasp and sprang back up to your feet. You backed away from her towards the door with a nervous chuckle. "I-I actually have to go. Important things to do. No time for massages."

"(Y/N)?"

"Thanks for the therapy! Bye!"

You raced out of Counsellor Troi's quarters and headed straight for the turbolift. Clearly, Troi was a little too distracted to help on her own.

Omnipotent being or not, Q was going to get an earful if he showed his face again.

You took the turbolift to the bridge. The second you stepped out, Lieutenant Worf, the klingon chief of security, looked to you. At first it was just him casually glancing over from his station, but when your eyes met he went rigid, like someone had come up from behind and electrocuted him. His expression was tight and his eyes were wide. You could barely believe the idea, but it seemed almost as though you had scared him.

"Just here to see the captain," you explained. Worf gave a stiff nod.

The klingon's eyes were trained on you the entire time you walked over to the door to the captain's ready room. Other personnel on the bridge who had noticed your presence watched you with stunned fascination. The word 'creepy' didn't cover just how uncomfortable you were.

The ready room door slid open and out walked Commander Riker, almost knocking you over with how fast he was walking. He grasped your arms to steady you. Then his eyes met yours and a large flirtatious grin spread across his face.

"Well, well, well..." he said, dark eyes sparkling as they took you in. "Lieutenant (Y/N), isn't it?" He dropped his hands from your arms. "What brings you to the bridge?"

"I'm, uh... actually here to see the captain."

"Oh? Lucky him," Riker smiled. "I don't suppose I'll see you down in Ten Forward tonight? We haven't gotten to know each other very well since you transferred here and I think it's about time we did."

"Uh... Maybe some other time, sir. I'm a little preoccupied right now."

"I see. Well, feel free to come talk to me after my shift whenever you're available. I really would like to get to know you better."

With that Commander Riker walked off. Sighing quietly to yourself, you buzzed the ready room door and you heard the captain order for you to come in. You pressed for the door to open and stepped inside the smaller room, delighted and relieved to be shielded from the stares of the bridge personnel.

"Captain, I -"

Captain Picard was sitting behind his desk, staring at you, stunned, like he couldn't believe what he was seeing. He cleared his throat and adjusted his position in his seat before giving you a nod.

"Please, continue. What is it you need, Lieutenant?"

"Captain, it's Q -"

"Q?!" the captain repeated, alarmed. A weary look overcame him. "What has he done now?"

"Everyone is acting strangely, sir. Everyone is staring at me, going out of their way to spend time with me, and it's not just some sort of spike in popularity. It's like everyone has suddenly become obsessed."

"And you think this is Q's doing?"

"He visited me earlier. It was pretty obvious that he had something to do with it."

Picard leaned forward onto his desk. "Any idea what he wants or why he might be doing this to you? In my experience, Q usually has some sort of moral lesson to teach or an ulterior motive."

"He told me three days ago that he planned on making my life more interesting."

"Why?"

You sighed. "As a reward for winning his game."

Picard's brow furrowed in thought. "So, you're saying that as a reward for solving his game he's rewarded you by making the entire crew overwhelmingly attracted to you?"

You blinked dumbly at the captain. Captain Picard's eyes widened slightly, realising what he had just admitted, and cleared his throat again. You had never seen the captain look so sheepish.

"I think perhaps it's best if you wait in your quarters until Q arrives again so you can question him further. I've had reports of personnel fighting over the others that had been taken by Q during his game. Whatever is going on between you and Q, I don't think that you're the only one that's been affected."

"I see. Thank you, sir."

"You're welcome, Lieutenant." The captain gave a tight-lipped smile. He seemed just as uncomfortable as you in this whole mess. "Dimissed."

You left the captain's ready room back out onto the bridge. Instantly, every eye was on you. Commander Riker was the only one to smile at you from his seat, while everyone else seemed to be in awe of your very existence.

The second you stepped into the turbolift and the doors slid shut, you let out a deep breath. Unfortunately, the moment you arrived on your level and the doors reopened you came face to face with Mr Barclay. The poor man took one look at you and was stumbling over himself trying to say 'hello'. He was a shy man to begin with and this newfound effect you had on people was taking its toll.

You greeted him politely as you passed him. The man was bright red. You would have thought it sweet if you hadn't known already that this was all Q's doing.

Upon reaching your quarters, you looked forward to the time alone as you waited for Q to show up, to be free of the constant staring and talking and flirting. Your moment of relief was quickly ruined when soft music hit the air and you realised that Q was once again lying across your bed, only this time he was dressed in a red silk robe and surrounded by red roses. He held one of the roses in his hand, waving it just under his nose, and threw you a wink.

"Welcome to later."

"Very funny," you scolded. You walked closer to the bed, scowling down at the omnipotent entity. "Why are you doing this?"

"Can't a Q have a little fun now and then?" Q huffed and rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you mortals have no sense of humour."

"I heard you were forced to be a human once."

"What about it?"

"Well, would you have liked it if everyone was throwing themselves onto you wherever you went?"

Q hummed in thought. "Good point, I suppose. I must say, your nerves about me being here seemed to have disappeared. The (Y/N) I met in the shuttle three days ago would never have talked to me like this. The (Y/N) I met three days ago would have been terrified that I would do something horrific like throw them into a black hole or lock them away forever in a box and sell it to a ferengi merchant."

"Well, back then I thought every interaction with you would mean constantly dealing with the lives of both myself and the crew!" You gave a humourless laugh, "Not making everyone on the ship attracted to me for your entertainment! Really, what could you possibly gain from this?!"

Q raised an eyebrow up at you, still lying on your bed in his silk robe. "So you're not scared of me anymore?"

"You're bored, not evil." You shrugged, "I mean, sometimes you might be trying to teach..."

And suddenly you understood.

"You wanted to show me..." you said, looking down at Q in a new light, "That it wouldn't always be life and death."

Q stood up from the bed and smiled down at you. "You humans are so easily frightened by the unknown, yet always rushing towards it out of some blundering curiosity you can barely control." He shook his head at you, "I'm not here to be some undiscovered specimen or the monster under your bed."

You smirked. "You're here for your own amusement."

Q held a rose out to you, which you took and glanced over. There was nothing special about it; just an ordinary red rose.

"Leave the worrying to Jean Luc," said Q, watching as you studied the flower. You perked up at the sound of his voice, your eyes meeting as he looked down at you earnestly. "Not everything that's unknown is a bad thing. Not everything unexpected needs to be analysed for a flaw or a trick. Sometimes, good things happen, too."

A flash of white light and Q and all the flowers on the bed were gone. Only the rose in your hand had been left behind. In the following silence, you looked down at the rose, and you smiled.

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[warpfive]

HOW THEY APOLOGIZE

arguments and ways the tng crew apologize for it

CW: gn!reader

CREW: jean-luc picard, will riker, beverly crusher, data, geordi la forge, deanna troi, worf

JEAN-LUC - stubborn as a bull and somehow always right, having an argument with jean-luc is like navigating the ocean in a canoe. he knows he’s not the best at expressing his feelings, more likely to shrug off personal matters and hope they resolve themselves than be seen as too vulnerable. and that’s really what pushes you away the most, and how he knows to apologize. for jean-luc, an apology is only good if you really mean it, and so he takes a day or so to think over the argument, its causes, and how he felt afterwards. and only when he’s considered all angles does he approach you. he’s so honest and genuine and remorseful in his words, it’s almost hard to stay mad at him. but jean-luc manages to say all the right things, along with the most important ones - that he loves you, cares about you, and never again wants to push you away. and he’s a man of his word, jean-luc does make an effort to be more open in order to prevent more fighting. of course, he can still be set in his ways, and you may need to remind him of his promise now and again. but rest assured that your feelings will never be ignored and always valued.

WILL - this man tends to say what’s on his mind, as well as let his temper boil to the surface more than he’d like, so this usually culminates in will saying something hurtful that he really doesn’t mean. it’s never anything that goes too far - he just isn’t the kind of person to hit low. but it’s the way he says things that usually hurt more than the words themselves, and he knows this. he’s usually able to stuff it down when it involves his work, but someone he’s intimate with? someone he’s vulnerable around and knows him better than most? well, let’s say that will instantly knows when he’s messed up and he goes the extra ten miles to make it up to you. a benefit to you knowing him so well is that he knows you, too. your favorite food, holodeck program, music, weather, even the shirt you love seeing him in. he does these grand gestures not to butter you up (though, that is a factor), but so he can prove how much he cares about you. he’ll apologize profusely, telling you he crossed a line and it wouldn’t happen again. and if his promise isn’t enough, then…well, he does look really good in that shirt and the food is exactly how you like it. you might as well keep will around for a while.

BEVERLY - she wouldn’t want to keep an argument unresolved for too long. it’s the doctor in her - beverly can’t just let something go without healing the thing that damaged it at the core. she’s usually good about being objective and keeping a lid on her emotions, but they do spill over sometimes. when they do, beverly has definitely got a mouth and an attitude on her and you’ll have trouble keeping up when she’s so easily able to fling hurtful words. and she always feels guilty once she’s cooled off - beverly might be worried about approaching you afterward. she’ll ask your friends how you’re doing, if you’re still angry, if she even has a chance at making things right. and when she finally approaches you, she tries to keep it light. smiling softly, telling small jokes, showing you a lot of affection before just coming out and apologizing. beverly does nothing with half-measures - she knows what she said and did was wrong. she’s lost a lot in her life, and she couldn’t bear to lose you, too. so her apology is genuine, kinda sad, and when you hug her afterwards, beverly simply melts into your arms - now knowing how close she was to losing you.

DATA - of course, he hadn’t meant to hurt your feelings. data still very often struggles with the complexity of emotions and is constantly surprised at how easy it is to say, or even imply, the wrong thing. of course, he isn’t very equipped to handle you after a long, hard, emotional day - all it takes is a few poorly-chosen words and you’re crying, huffing at him, leaving his quarters with barely a word and leaving data to ponder over what he said. he goes to geordi the next day, only to learn that yes, he did say the exact opposite thing he should’ve said. there’s no taking it back, data knows that - so he tries his best to rectify the situation. he’s learned all the things that make you happy, whether its a hot bath, a delicious treat, or a type of music. data really pulls out all the stops because he knows, generally, that a bunch of favorable things often cancels out negative emotions. though, your reaction to everything doesn’t clear anything up for data - you’re laughing, smiling at him instead of everything he prepared for you. data tries to apologize and tell you he had no intention of hurting you. but after learning that it was simply a very bad day, he has a new tactic whenever you’re feeling bad again - instead of talking, just replicate something sweet and let you take the lead. 

GEORDI - for as much as data seems to rely on geordi for emotional advice, he does tend to be a little oblivious when he hurts your feelings. it’s never a conscious dismissal, though. when it comes to personal issues, i think geordi tends to get caught up in things that aren’t very important and fails to look at the big picture. this side of him works wonders for an engineer thinking outside the box, but not so much in a relationship. of course, once the problem finally hits him like a brick, he would feel super bad about not noticing sooner. and you’ll learn that geordi is really good at making up for his mistakes - he owns up to them, never ignoring them, always trying to fix what he broke. sometimes, he isn’t too great with his words - he might stumble and his apology would come out wrong. but geordi is deeply empathetic and he’d do just about anything to make it up to you. from then on, his hugs are just a little tighter, his words a little sweeter, his kisses a little longer. geordi learns from his mistakes, and while he can still be a little oblivious from time to time, all it takes is a soft mumble of his name and he’ll come around.

DEANNA - it’s not often when deanna is in a position of needing to apologize. obviously, her empathic abilities, wisdom, and patience keep her from crossing any sort of line or doing something that hurts you. but when it happens, i can’t imagine deanna would give any half-ass apology or shrug off the incident. at first, she might back off and give you space - let things cool down because she knows how volatile an argument can get and she doesn’t want either of you saying anything you’d regret. deanna is a very understanding and empathetic woman, it isn’t hard for her to put herself in your shoes and feel bad for how she handled the situation. after the cooldown period, she talks with you - really talks and discusses your feelings and it kinda makes her feel even worse about the argument but she does learn a lot. and i think after that, she’ll be very inclined to offer physical comfort. a nice, long hug, kissing your cheeks in this loving and playful way. reestablishing that connection and helping soothe any lasting wounds. also, it just makes her feel a lot better being able to just hold you and give lots of love.

WORF - i don’t have to tell you that getting into an argument with a Klingon is an uphill battle straight from the start. granted, worf isn’t usually as aggressive, but he’s still got that hot temper his species are known for and once an argument starts, it won’t stop until he’s shouting and you’re leaving the room. Klingon fights are usually resolved by throwing things or fighting, but that’s not exactly how humans typically deal with their negative emotions. it’s definitely a challenge for worf to push his temper aside long enough to be told how much he messed up - he needs his flaws to be put into perspective by someone he trusts and that’s usually when he feels bad and starts thinking of ways to apologize. to worf’s credit, he’s better with his words than he thinks. what he believes to be a silly and foolish-sounding apology really comes across as genuine and regretful - which it is, of course. worf’s got a bigger heart than he lets on and the thought of having hurt you during a stupid argument doesn’t sit well with him. he actively tries to atone through simple acts, like bringing you tea or making you laugh.

#star trek x reader #star trek headcanons #jean luc picard x reader #will riker x reader #data x reader #beverly crusher x reader #deanna troi x reader #worf x reader #geordi la forge x reader

[aerospas]

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐍 ; their pet for you - tng characters

𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐒 ; ᵇᵉᵛᵉʳˡʸ, ᵈᵃᵗᵃ, ᵈᵉᵃⁿⁿᵃ, ᵍᵉᵒʳᵈᶦ, ʳᶦᵏᵉʳ, ᵗᵃˢʰᵃ, ᵖᶦᶜᵃʳᵈ

( DEAR ) my dear ; with a glance, they convey a warmth that melts away the world's worries, leaving only a sense of belonging in their presence. their gentle touch soothes the heart, each caress a reminder of the love shared between kindred spirits.

data, picard

( HONEY ) honey ; a sweet moniker that encapsulates their essence of warmth and tenderness. their gentle gestures speak volumes, echoing the language of love in every embrace and tender word exchanged. their gaze holds a depth of understanding, as if they see straight into the core of your being, recognizing you not just as a friend, but as an indispensable part of their life.

beverly, deanna, riker

( ANGEL ) angel ; in their eyes, you are not just a partner, but a cherished soulmate, a beacon of light guiding them through life's journey. it's more than just a title; it's a recognition of the light you bring into their life, illuminating their path with warmth and tenderness.

geordi, tasha

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: ideally, i would have included worf, but i didn't feel like any of them fit him, sorry!

#headcannons #x reader headcannon #x reader headcannons #star trek #star trek the next generation #star trek tng #star trek x reader #star trek the next generation x reader #star trek tng x reader #beverly crusher x reader #data x reader #deanna troi x reader #geordie la forge x reader #riker x reader #tasha yar x reader #jean luc picard x reader

[avana-arts]

Protective Q cause why the hell not xD

#star trek #star trek tng #star trek next generation #q star trek #star trek the next generation #star trek q #qcard #picard x q #the next generation #star trek next gen #tng #jean luc picard #q x picard #q x reader

[deepspacedukat]

Okey so I found you on ao3 and I just wanna say I love your Picard x reader stuff so much 😳😳 there's barley any of it out there would you want to do some more nsfw of him, anything honestly cuz I'm desperate 😭 either way, thank you for your work! You are awesome 😎

Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you like my writing thus far! I will 10000% write more Picard smut. In fact, here's one just for you, Nonny! Have a lovely day!!

(Requests are still closed, this is just one from my backlog.)

If anyone wants to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know!

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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His Two O'Clock

Captain Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) x Reader, Dixon Hill!Picard x Reader

[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]

Warnings: Established relationship, paying a debt another way, improper use of a desk, holodeck roleplaying, roleplay, oral sex (female receiving), coitus interruptus, power dynamic (kind of?).

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"Mr. Hill? Your two o'clock is here," Madeline called over the intercom, and the door swung open before he could even acknowledge her message.

As gorgeous as ever, Hill's client strode into his office in high heels. The red lipstick adorning her mouth accentuated the way it was pursed with frustration.

"I want my money back, Mr. Hill."

"I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement." The detective's voice was low, pacifying...suggestive, even as he attempted to placate the woman whose case he couldn't solve. She'd come into his office a few weeks prior with a seemingly straightforward problem that turned out to be a puzzle without a solution. All the evidence had been eliminated, leaving only conjecture and instinct to explain what had happened.

That would never hold up in court. There wasn't even enough for an arrest, even if he'd been able to narrow down the suspects. He was baffled for once in his long, distinguished career, and now he had to own up to the fact that he couldn't even pay his client's money back, because he'd needed it for the office's rent.

He'd failed her in every possible way.

"I paid you a substantial amount, yet you've given me no more to go on than a few hints," his client said lifting an eyebrow. She tried to hide it, but her eyes roamed the length of his suit-clad body briefly before meeting his own. Her frustration was still there, but it was tempered by something else. Desire, blatant and growing in potency since the moment they'd met. "So, what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hill?"

An easy grin crossed his lips as he crossed his office. Pausing in front of her, he let his own eyes drop to her lips.

"Somehow, doll, I think you know what I mean, already," he murmured reaching up and grasping her chin. The pad of his thumb skimmed over her painted lower lip, just barely smearing some of the color onto his own skin.

He hoped he'd have that shade smudged in other places, as well, by the end of her appointment.

"With the amount you owe me, Mr. Hill, you'd better make it damn good," she demanded, but she sounded too breathy to be truly threatening.

"Oh, don't worry. I've never left a client dissatisfied before," Dixon promised, and true to his word, he soon had her splayed out atop his desk. With her legs spread wide and the hem of her dress rucked up to her hips, he relished the quiet moans pouring from her lips as he lost himself between her thighs.

Her fingers guided him, but he didn't really need it. He'd had plenty of practice using his tongue. Just as she bit her lip to stifle a keening whimper, the sound of the comm doused both their pleasures in ice water.

"Riker to Picard. We've reached Starbase Eighty-Four, sir. The station's commander would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience," the First Officer announced, and just like that, the Private Investigator was brushed aside for the Officer.

"Understood, Number One. Tell him I'll meet with him in a few moments," Captain Picard answered reluctantly, and when the line closed, he stood slowly between his lover's legs. "Same time tomorrow, Lieutenant?"

"Fourteen hundred hours, yes sir," she answered as she wiped her pleasure off of her Captain's lips with her handkerchief. He'd make it up to her tonight...and again tomorrow. Stealing one last kiss, he saved the program.

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#deepspacedukat fic #captain jean luc picard x reader #captain picard x reader #Dixon Hill!Picard x Reader #so proud of myself for focusing and being disciplined enough to fill one of my older requests #bless you for waiting this long Nonny I am so sorry #I hope you're still here 🙏

[263adder]

Where are the Shaw stans? I want to write a fic but I have no ideas. All I know is there’s a big ball of trauma I want to bite into. And I’ll just pretend THAT THING doesn’t happen (I’m still emotional, don’t even talk to me).

Also I have a Star Trek channel on my multi-fandom discord if there’s any interest. I’m also bitter about Rios/Agnes, intrigued by Sidney/Jack and bewildered about what happened to Crusher/Picard.

#star trek picard #liam shaw #captain liam shaw #captain liam shaw x reader #cristobal rios #cris x agnes #agnes jurati #jack crusher #sidney la forge #beverley crusher #jean luc picard #picard spoilers #picard s3 #picard season 3

[adarkroomandawallflower]

The Continuance of Species

Pairing: Data Soong x (gender neutral) Reader [Platonic]

Rating: PG-13/Teen

Word Count: 3.8K

Warnings: Mild swearing, implied fornication (nothing explicit or graphic mentioned), very brief mentions of pregnancy, pure platonic fluff, and lots of silliness!

Summary: While preparing for an upcoming science meeting with your friend and superior officer Lieutenant Commander Data, Data makes an unexpected visit to your quarters to share some surprising news involving your beloved pets.

The soft humming of the ship, which was usually a comfort to you, had suddenly become the most distracting sound in the galaxy. Your mind struggled to focus on the task at hand as the murmuring reverberated loudly against your eardrums. You knew this sudden sound sensitivity meant that you were beginning to lose focus, and that your productivity on the current project was about to become nonexistent.

An irritated yawn escaped your lips. “Damn it,” you breathed, shoving the PADD onto your coffee table. It wasn’t a harsh shove, but the echo of the device hitting the table was a cacophony to your currently overstimulated ears.

A soft “mrow?” resounded from the floor, and a few seconds later, your cat Patch took the place of the PADD that was previously in your lap. He sat expectantly, looking up at you with slightly dilated pupils and a sweet expression that made your heart melt. You couldn’t help but smile faintly at the feline, immediately scratching between his ears.

“Well hello, pretty boy,” you cooed. His eyes closed slowly as deep, but hushed purrs began to vibrate inside his throat. Your smile widened, and your earlier frustration melted away slightly.

As Patch purred generously against your thighs, your eyes wandered back to the abandoned PADD on your table. You had a meeting scheduled with your superior officer, Lieutenant Commander Data, in two days, and you were nowhere near ready for it. As the recently appointed Assistant Chief Science Officer, you were Data’s right-hand in the science sector, so the two of you worked together extensively. Additionally, you also had the opportunity to take command of the science team when the Lieutenant Commander’s various other ship duties took priority.

This had been the case for the past few weeks, as Data’s hands were tied up with Operations and night watch Bridge duties. Typically, you and Data met weekly to discuss the status of the science team’s work; however, since he had been unavailable for several weeks, you were unable to meet. Thus, your upcoming meeting was going to be extensive.

From experimental failures to unexplainable readings, a lot had happened in Data’s command absence, and you knew he wanted to know every detail, no matter how minute. Although you kept substantial, thorough records (a quality Data valued highly, and was one of the reasons he recommended you for this assistant command position), you were having difficulty organizing them all into a coherent presentation for him. In addition, Captain Picard had assigned the science team the considerable task of surveying a newly discovered M-class planet, in order to construct an evolutionary timeline of its development. This project was to start in a couple of weeks, and to be conducted in tandem with a Starfleet science research team scheduled to rendezvous with the Enterprise sometime in the upcoming week. Data had also requested that you prepare the team and laboratory for this impending research project in his absence, so he will likely inquire about updates on those provisions, as well.

You let out another sigh. You returned your focus to your pet, moving your hand to scratch under his chin. He eagerly lifted his head up slightly, extending his chin towards you to allow you more scratching access. His purrs increased in volume and intensity as you continued to scratch his chin.

“You wouldn’t happen to be available to help me present the various methods of evolutionary topographical study of planets to the rest of the team, would you?”

Patch’s eyes remained closed, and his purrs continued loudly as he ignored your query.

“Mhmm, didn’t think so.”

The tell-tale chime that signaled someone was at your door resounded suddenly throughout your quarters. Surprised, you stopped scratching your cat’s chin, much to his chagrin. He vocalized his displeasure to you, but you ignored him momentarily.

“Come in?” you responded hesitantly, unsure of who could be at your quarters and for what purpose.

As the doors whooshed open, your astonishment increased when you saw the familiar figure of your superior officer come into view. You panicked briefly, thinking he had decided to conduct your meeting earlier than originally planned. Eyes wide, you thoughtlessly stood up, Patch practically falling from your lap and glaring up at you once he hit the floor.

“Commander!” you addressed your superior, assuming as professional a stance as possible while in pajamas.

“At ease, Lieutenant,” he dismissed. “I am not here with duty-related motives.”

“Oh?” you responded, astounded yet again, but very relieved.

“Yes,” he reiterated, crouching down slightly to pet Patch, who was now happily weaving himself through Data’s legs in pleasant greeting. “Hello, Patch,” he addressed your eager feline, who excitedly nudged his head into his outstretched hand in response, "It is nice to see you, as well," he allowed Patch to rub against his palm for a moment before he gingerly ran his hand along his back.

Patch absolutely loved Data, as well as his cat, Spot. Since becoming friends, the four of you had frequent playdates in Data’s quarters. In fact, your cats were the ones to spark the blooming friendship between the two of you. You and Data had always been friendly and cordial with each other, as you both had vast respect for one another, but neither of you really spent time together outside of work. Upon discovering that you, too, had a cat; however, Data had begun to strike casual conversations with you and invite you to activities outside of work, mostly revolving around his extracurriculars.

Although you had been on the Enterprise for some time now, you didn’t have many friends, nor did you socialize or engage in many of the ship’s recreational activities. On occasion, you did partake in a casual trip to Ten Forward with some of your colleagues, but those outings were not of substantial significance to you. The only regular ventures you participated in were the weekly calls to your family and best friend, and spending leisure time with Patch.

Due to your lifelong streak of avoidant behavior, you were quite shocked when Data began consulting with you casually and inviting you to his poetry readings and musical performances. At first, you were confused, unsure of his intentions in this seemingly random desire to become more than just colleagues, but it became clear that his purpose in obtaining your friendship was not malicious or pitiful. He simply realized that the two of you shared a lot of qualities that made you platonically compatible, and he was keen to make a human friend who was so similar to himself: a rarity for him. Now, you were delighted that he saw you not just as a work associate, but as a friend, and the two of you continue to grow closer.

Your smile returned as you watched him meticulously pet Patch, who continued to vocalize his immense pleasure at the affection.

Data noticed you observing the two of them, but didn’t mention it. Instead, he was internally debating how to bring up the purpose for his visit, unsure how to begin this somewhat delicate conversation.

Thankfully, you did it for him, “What brings you here, Comma—Data?” you corrected, remembering him mentioning this visit was not work-related and thus, you deduced, was of a casual nature.

“I have come to discuss a matter related to Patch.”

“My cat?”

“Correct,” he stopped petting said cat, and stood up to regain his perfect posture.

You quickly tidied up a nearby chair and fluffed the pillow that was on it before sitting back down on your couch. He watched you curiously for a moment, internally debating whether or not to share his curiosity with you. After a few seconds, he decided against doing so, and elected to ask you about it at a later time, instead.

“Please, have a seat,” you encouraged, gesturing to the now vacant chair. He did as instructed, and almost immediately, Patch jumped into his lap, adamant in continuing the previous greetings. “What would you like to discuss about Patch?”

His eyes darted towards said feline, and he began to stroke the insatiable pet again. Once Patch was satisfied for the time being, he returned his stoic gaze onto you, “As you are aware, Spot gave birth to a healthy litter of kittens 18 days, 17 hours, and 23 seconds ago,” you nodded, a faint smile forming on your face, “Furthermore, if you recall, I intended to determine the father of her kittens,” Data’s hand moved to scratch the aperture of Patch’s back, where his tail and spine met, eliciting a new set of heavy purrs from your cat. “To do so, I collected DNA samples from the twelve male felines currently aboard the Enterprise, including Patch,” he looked down at the aforementioned cat, still caressing him generously, “After performing several trials of extensive genetic testing, I have deduced the father of Spot’s kittens,” he ceased his petting, but kept his hand on Patch’s back. “There is a 99.7132% chance that Patch is their biological father.”

Your jaw dropped, almost cartoonishly, in disbelief. Your cat fathered Spot’s kittens!?

It technically was possible; Spot and Patch had several supervised playdates, mostly in Data’s quarters, but neither of you had ever seen them engaging in…naughty activities…

“Are you—” you cut yourself off, knowing the answer to your verbally incomplete inquiry, “How…” you started again, but were unable to find the words to form a coherent question, “How??”

Patch, now annoyed from the lack of affection, began meowing innocently at Data, “I suspect conception occurred during one of the instances Spot escaped from my quarters,” Data paused. “Although I have never witnessed our children engaging in promiscuous behavior with one another, nor have I witnessed or found either of them in our quarters unattended, it is the only satisfactory explanation,” he glanced down at Patch to offer him a somewhat disapproving look before his bright irises met yours once again. “My calculations suggest Spot was impregnated on Stardate 46791.2, a day which Geordi had found her roaming outside my quarters. Therefore, I theorize that she must have somehow initiated contact with Patch on that day, which resulted in the conception of her current litter.”

You were dumbfounded. No one had ever found Patch outside of your quarters. Spot had been known to escape Data’s quarters on occasion when he was away, but as far as you knew, Patch had never gotten out of yours. On the suspected conception date, you and Data had both been extra busy in the lab, performing a geological data analysis that ended up going well into the night. Spot and Patch had been left unattended, but in their respective quarters. You had no idea how the two of them could have met up and…conceived children!

“I’m so sorry…” you admonished sheepishly, staring at Patch in complete bewilderment.

“No apology is necessary,” he assured, “Spot and Patch simply engaged in an organismal urge to propagate, in order to continue the existence of their species.”

You ran a hand through your already disheveled hair and exhaled deeply, “Well, considering the circumstances, I think it’s necessary that we discuss custody and care arrangements.”

Data tilted his head curiously, “Custody?” before you could clarify, his positronic brain had already scoured through the innumerable information banks stored within him for the definition. “Ah, the protective care or guardianship of someone or something.”

“Exactly,” you confirmed, “Since Patch fathered Spot’s kittens, I think it’s only fair that I also share in the responsibility of caring for them.”

Data considered this for a moment before nodding in agreement. Your cat released another irritated meow at Data, and he glanced at him briefly with what appeared to be a slightly annoyed expression. “In that case, I believe the most appropriate course of action would be to divide the ‘custody’ equally.”

You nodded, “I agree; that would be the most appropriate division of custody.”

“The kittens are presently much too young to be separated from Spot, as they still require her lactation for sustenance. Thus, it would be premature to begin the custody divisions at this moment. However, in 3 months, 1 week, and 5 days, the kittens will have developed enough to survive without much of Spot’s assistance. At that time, our custody arrangement can begin.”

“Agreed.”

“Unfortunately, due to the flexible and incongruent nature of our work schedules, it is unlikely that we will be able to devise a consistent ‘kitten-sitting’ schedule. On the other hand, I am aware that my night shift duties have become more frequent, and thus, I anticipate that most of my availability will be fairly nonexistent for the foreseeable future, particularly in the evenings.”

He looked at you expectantly, almost apologetically, and you knew he was insinuating that you would have to take the brunt of the kitten care in the initial stages of your arrangement. The thought briefly increased your current stress levels, but you owed it to Data and Spot to do your part. Furthermore, you loved cats; taking care of the kittens would ultimately be more of a labor of love for you than anything else. “I think I can make that work.”

“Very well. I have devised a detailed itinerary with the individual duties that will need to be performed for the kittens when they are being cared for and supervised. I will finalize that document and send the information to you in the coming days.”

“Great, that sounds good to me,” you glanced down at Patch, who was still greedily demanding Data’s attention. “I know you said an apology isn’t necessary, but I really do have to apologize again. I can’t believe he did that…if you need any help with Spot and the kittens before our custody arrangement begins, please let me know. I’d be more than happy to help.”

“Although it is true that this would not have occurred without the involvement of Patch, it would be unfair to place the entire blame on him. After all, Spot was also a willing and equal participant in the conception. Therefore, she is equivalently responsible for this…unforeseen circumstance,” the apparently promiscuous Patch was now curled up in Data’s lap, having accepted that Data was no longer going to indulge his requests for affection, and elected to drift off to sleep, instead.

“However,” Data continued, “your offered assistance with Spot and our kittens is appreciated. I will inform you if we will require any aid prior to the beginning of our custody arrangement.”

You smiled, “Thank you.”

Data nodded once, faintly returning your smile. “In addition, if you are available, I would like for you to meet the kittens, after the conclusion of our upcoming meeting.”

Your smile widened slightly, “Yes, I’d love to meet them.”

“Good.”

A somewhat comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you processed all this information. Unbeknownst to you, while your brain was slowly unpacking and cramming these new realizations into your over-occupied mind, Data was studying you intently. He hadn’t seen you in a little over three weeks, but he calculated that in that timespan, the dark circles under your eyes had increased in intensity by 9.3%, indicating that you had not been sleeping well. He also noted that your resting heart rate and blood pressure had risen considerably since the last time you met, and he counted three small, grey hairs protruding wildly from your scalp: all tell-tale physiological signs of increased stress levels.

As your commanding officer, he had a duty to be mindful of your health and report any serious concerns to Dr. Crusher or Counselor Troi. However, he also considered you a good friend, and as a friend, he held an even greater obligation to be mindful of your health, “May I ask a question of a personal nature?”

You hesitated, eyeing him almost suspiciously, “Sure, Data.”

“Why have you been having difficulty obtaining an adequate amount of sleep?”

Your brain took a moment to extrapolate what he was asking you, but once the query was fully processed, you let out a small sigh, “I don’t really know,” you lied, “but I’m sure it’s nothing to worry about.”

He raised an eyebrow quizzically and narrowed his golden eyes at you, clearly not fully believing your statement. There was no way you were going to admit to your superior, who recommended you for this promotion, how intense and stressful it had been so far without his consistent presence and assistance. You wanted him to know that you could handle the workload and that he could count on you, but if he felt you were being dishonest with him, that could also negatively affect your reputation with him.

“I was considering heading over to Sick Bay to speak with Dr. Crusher about it, though, if it didn’t improve next week,” you added honestly, hoping it would smooth things over.

He studied you for a moment before dropping his accusatory expression, apparently satisfied (for now) with your response. “That sounds like a reasonable course of action.”

You nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” you blurted out suddenly.

He cocked his head to the side slightly, his eyebrows scrunching downwards softly as his classic confused expression encompassed his pale face. “What are you expressing gratitude for?”

“For looking out for me,” you smiled faintly, “for…caring about me.”

The perplexity disappeared from his face as quickly as it had appeared. “Ahh, I see. Although your gratitude is appreciated, it is not required. As your superior officer, and your friend, it is expected that I, in human parlance, ‘keep a close eye on’ you and your health. I was simply performing my anticipated duties.”

Your smile widened slightly at his natural mention of your friendship. “Perhaps, but I still appreciate you, and our friendship.”

He returned a faint smile, “I appreciate our friendship, as well, and I appreciate your occupation as my Assistant Chief Science Officer. Your work has been admirable thus far,” you flushed faintly at his unanticipated compliment, a reaction he had become delightfully accustomed to. “To continue your commendable work, you will require the proper amount of sleep necessary for a human adult. Therefore, I will leave your quarters now, so that you can rest adequately for our upcoming meeting.”

You groaned internally at the reminder.

He very cautiously picked up Patch from his lap and placed him delicately onto the chair he previously occupied. Satisfied that he had not awoken him, he nodded approvingly to himself, performing the Picard maneuver while straightening his posture to face you, “I look forward to our meeting, Lieutenant.”

You stood up, assuming a dignified pose. “As do I, Commander."

You both made your way to the entrance of your quarters. As soon as the doors opened, Data stepped through them, but paused for a moment.

He turned back around to face you, “Pleasant dreams, Lieutenant.”

You smiled, briefly recalling his dreaming program he told you he had discovered during an electrical accident in Engineering. “You, too, Commander.”

He returned your smile faintly, and politely nodded once before turning and heading down the hall.

As the doors closed, you turned back around to face your living room. Placing your hands on your hips sassily, you stared at the previously rolled up ball of fur, whose head was now lifted up slightly and eyes stared at you hazily. “You better not get used to lounging around anymore. You’ve got children to take care of now, young man!”

He extended his front paws and revealed his claws, stretching carelessly before he returned to his previous spherical orientation.

You shook your head with an exasperated sigh.

BONUS:

Stardate 46791.2.

Ensign Smith strode down the hallway, on his way to Engineering per Lieutenant Commander LaForge’s request. He was excited that the Chief Engineer had asked for his assistance, eager to show him how good of an engineer he was. Good enough, he thought, to be a candidate for a promoted position that had recently become available.

Along his trip to Engineering, the Ensign noticed an orange tabby cat pawing at one of the quarters and stopped.

“Aww, did you get out of your quarters?” he asked the cat, who looked up at him pleadingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll let you back in,” he peered at the doors, looking for the quarters' number, “Computer, requesting emergency access to quarters S3282,” a few seconds passed before the doors flew open, and the cat eagerly ran inside.

As the doors closed, his eyes briefly registered the name of the inhabitant. Although he didn’t know you personally, he did recognize your name, and knew you were a superior officer (as well as likely to be friends with Commander LaForge). He would have to remember to mention rescuing your cat to you, if you ever meet, in the off-chance you would put in a good word for him to his superior.

Pleased with himself, Ensign Smith continued on his way to Engineering.

Now inside your quarters, Spot meowed intently, searching for her best feline friend. Patch immediately came trotting out of your shared bedroom at the sound of her familiar voice. When they locked eyes, Spot meowed again, and Patch eagerly made his way over to her.

They sniffed their noses in greeting, and Patch vocalized his hello. Spot lovingly butted her head against his face for a moment before excitedly brushing herself against his side. Patch’s tail flicked in amusement, and his pupils dilated. Spot repeated the motion, purring lowly.

Upon the completion of his latest Dixon Hill adventure, Captain Picard exited the holodeck with a satisfied half-smile. He was glad to have some quality leisure time to himself, although he knew it would be short-lived.

As he made his way down the hall, he briefly glanced over to his left and realized he was passing by your quarters. With the geographical data analysis from a previously completed science excursion by the Enterprise’s science team underway, he anticipated yours and Data’s reports on the matter to be arriving on his desk soon. He decided to stop by and briefly discuss your progress with you, as well as schedule a meeting time to go over the final details with you, Data, and your team.

He pinged your quarter's LCARS pin pad, requesting access. The doors opened unexpectedly, and a sudden rush of orange…something flew between his legs and ran down the hall.

“What the devil?!” he swore, briefly staring down the hall at the now disappeared figure before turning his attention back to your quarters.

He peered inside, looking for you, but only saw your cat, sat on the floor in the living room, cleaning himself, “Lieutenant?” he called again. Patch stopped cleaning himself and looked up at the Captain curiously.

Feeling that he had overstayed his welcome, especially since you were evidently not home, the Captain nodded awkwardly to your cat before exiting.

The doors whooshed shut, and he continued on his way, deciding a formal meeting to discuss your reports would be best. The strange occurrence he witnessed would be long forgotten by the time of the official meeting, and he would neglect to mention the bizarre encounter to you.

A/N: My first Data fic! This was an idea that has been stewing in my brain for several months, but now finally came to fruition. I would have loved to have seen Data’s search for Spot’s kittens’ father(s) as a subplot to an episode, but alas...

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[alonelyq]

Ok ok I know it’s been uh… 6 months? Yeah.. I’m so sorry! But I’m back after a long break to deliver Picard x reader! With a feisty reader😼

⭐️Ok you crushed over this man big time. But for a feisty person you were to nervous to ask him on a date surprisingly. Nobody else had made you as anxious.

⭐️He definitely started realizing your crush when he began catching you glancing at him more often. It was quite embarrassing on your part indefinitely.

⭐️It wasn’t until one day your eyes were absolutely glued tight onto the Captain is when he realized it was true. You had a crush on him. So he decided to talk to you..

⭐️”____, you’ve seem incredibly unfocused recently and all of your attention has been landing on me. Care to explain why?”

⭐️your face turned beet red. “Wel-well it’s uh-….because I uh-“ you stuttered

⭐️”You like me?” Picard finished for you. You were shocked! “I’ve known for a while. Considering the fact you wouldn’t stop looking at me.”

⭐️You sighed. “Well..the cats out of the bag…it’s uh ok if you don’t feel the-“ you were quickly caught off guard

⭐️Picard had leaned in and kissed your cheek. “It’s quite ok. We can definitely go out sometime just don’t make it obvious to the rest of the crew..” he said smiling. You nodded gently

⭐️after you both did start dating you got predatory tendencies of being more protective of Picard. He noticed it not-so early on.

⭐️He wasn’t sure what to do with this feisty side of you. He adored it of course but he realized he didn’t want you or anyone getting injured.

⭐️”___, you may use the holo-deck for cooling off when you lose temper.” Picard said

⭐️”What.?? What do you mean, Jean-luc?” You asked questionably

⭐️”I’m not dumb. You’ve been showing some violent or feisty tendencies and being extremely protective of me. It took me a while to find out but I’m glad I did.” Picard explained.

⭐️You simply sighed. “Fine..I’ll go use the holo-deck. But you so owe me food after.” You said pointing at him. He nodded and smiled.

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[that-irishman-fan]

Hiya! I saw you had matchups open and I was wondering if I could get one? I'd prefer a match from TOS, TNG, and/or DS9 if that's ok! I'm pretty short (5'1) with long blonde hair, green eyes, pale skin and freckles across my nose. I'm pretty quiet when you first meet me, as I like to figure out people before I start to open up. Once I am comfortable with someone I tend to be a mother hen (even if I forget to take care of myself). I love to bake, sew, write, and read (mostly mythology stuff). TYSM

Hello friend, welcome to the blog! Thank you a TON for your request, I am absolutely stoked to do it for you! Sorry for all the delays in getting it out to you, I have been so busy that I haven’t had much time to write this summer unfortunately. But I’m here now and I’m SO ready for this! You sound like such a great and cool person, thanks for all the little details you gave me! When I read the little bio you gave, I had two characters who came to mind from TOS and TNG, but if you would like me to add DS9 to the list then don’t hesitate to let me know--I’d be happy to add it! Nonetheless, here is your match-up that I hope you like! 

FANDOM: Star Trek TOS and Star Trek TNG

GENRE: Requested match-up, romantic relationship, headcanons, and fluff!

SYNOPSIS: A Star Trek match-up for the wonderful @star-shooter-354, thank you again for your support of this blog!

TRIGGER WARNINGS: None, this is pure fluff for this amazing person! <3

For Star Trek: The Original Series, Mr. Spock immediately came to mind for me as a potential partner for you! He himself is a more reserved figure who doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve when meeting new people, also liking to piece together whether or not they are people he wants to involve in his life on a personal level. Your quiet patience is endearing, an admirable trait that is highly valued in Vulcans and to him. Your empathy is something his human side cannot help loving as well. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he relishes in your doting of him. I can picture the two of you sitting in the recreation room of the Enterprise with your fellow officers, Spock playing his harp and you sewing a passion project in the chair next to him. He admires your craftsmanship, stealing subtle looks your way to keep track of your progress; and encouraging you the entire time, in his own unique way. 

Your Star Trek: The Next Generation partner would most definitely be Captain Jean-Luc Picard, no doubts in my mind about that! Your shared love for reading would be a huge thing you both connected over when you first met. Picard automatically was drawn to you for your complex but alluring demeanour that wasn’t laid out completely for everyone to see. You were a challenge, like a puzzle to put together that would reap the fruits of your affections. Plus, there’s always the benefit of a partner who can bake goodies to go along with his tea. As an officer, you have a calm disposition that uplifts him in the face of danger and stressful circumstances, an admirable trait that makes him so grateful to have you on board. He’s always there to take care of you when you forget, pride swelling in his chest when you let him dote on you. 

Thank you so so so much for your request again, my friend, feel free to send in whatever you’d like at any moment but no pressure! This was so much fun to do, I enjoyed myself thoroughly! Have yourself a wonderful rest of your summer and take care of yourself please! Thank you all for your continued support for my humble little blog, I love reading your reqs and seeing you liking my content! 

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[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Chez toi, c'est là où tu es

Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Pairing: Captain Jean-Luc Picard x Reader Words: 3.1K Requested: Yes Summary: Being in a relationship is as complicated as being the captain of a spaceship. Good luck to those who have to manage both at the same time. A/N: I alredy posted it, but due to problems with tumblr I had to delete my account. But I'm back and posted it again.

Not my Gif!!

Jean-Luc had always known that being a captain would not be easy. Even when he had left Starfleet Academy, he had been aware that being a captain would mean having a job where you had to work permanently, that your private life would have to suffer because of your job.

He had never had a problem with it before either. He had spent most of his time on the bridge. After all, he was responsible for hundreds of people who lived on the Enterprise and trusted him to bring them safely to their destination. He had also always combined his free time with work. Jean-Luc had read reports, written logs and assisted the one or other bridge member.

Now, however... he saw things a little differently. Not that he would neglect his duties, no, that would truly be the last thing on his mind.

He still spent more time than was good with his work. He still spent a lot of time on the bridge or in his Ready Room, keeping the ship safe, reading reports and writing logs, even in his spare time. However, something had changed: You had entered his life. Ever since he had entered the service as captain, Jean-Luc had always been sure never to have a relationship. He had no time for that. Being a captain was a full-time job. As the years passed, he had become more and more sure of this and resigned himself to the fact. Of course he had had his little "romances" too, Vash had been just one, but never had it been anything real, anything permanent. Each time he had known that the person he loved would leave and leave him behind, alone in his captain's chair. Alone on a ship, surrounded by hundreds of people.

You had proven him wrong, shown him that what he had felt before was but a drop of love compared to the tsunami of feelings you evoked in him. It hadn't been love at first sight. It had been a slow, creeping process in which the two of you had grown ever so slightly closer.

Jean-Luc had been fascinated by you. Normally, a strange silence fell as soon as he entered the room. He was the captain, in theory the superior of everyone on this ship. And hardly anyone liked to spend time with their boss voluntarily.

But you treated him with the same amount of cheerfulness and kindness as you did everyone else. Of course you still respected him, but you made him feel that he was perfectly normal. That he was not the captain or a superior, but a normal human being who had just as much right to live his life as anyone else.

And slowly, ever so slowly, you let his heart, which had long ago been frozen in a cry for affection, thaw, heal and blossom. If he had to describe the moment when he fell completely for you, he had to think back to the moment a few months ago. You had a dinner date in his quarters. Just a nice dinner to end the day and maybe talk about one of Shakespeare's works. Jean-Luc had been horrified to discover early on that you had only read "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and had immediately set about changing that. Accordingly, every few weeks you had a discussion about the latest story he had lent you.

But when he had seen you sitting in front of him that evening, eyes shining and hands swinging around, waving them back and forth with excitement, something had stirred inside him. Something that has grown steadily every day since. While at first he was only in a light spray of affection, he was now caught in the eye of the hurricane of his feelings for you. With no chance of escape. Not that he wanted to.

After all, you were his safe haven. Every time he threatened to collapse under the burden of being a captain, or when he was plagued by memories of his assimilation, you were immediately there. You listened to him, with those wonderful kind eyes, reassured him, were there for him and just made him feel loved. Every morning, when his duty called him out of bed, he didn't want to get up, something he had never felt before. In the past, he would have been up in an instant to do his job. Now, however, he would prefer to lie still, pull your sleeping form closer to him and hope it could stay that way. Every day, while he was on the bridge, his thoughts drifted back to you in every free, quiet moment, to your beautiful smile, your loving heart and your laugh, which was more beautiful than any melody that Data could play so perfectly. And every evening, he longed to return to you, to fall into your arms after a stressful and exhausting day, just to breathe in your scent, to feel your atmosphere, to feel like he was home. Especially after days that robbed him of all his strength. Days like this.

It had been a horrible mess. Even the night had been a veritable nightmare. Memories of his time with the Borg had plagued him and he had found no sleep after waking up. For some time he had looked at you in your sleep. Your features were relaxed and a hint of a smile graced your lips, so Jean-Luc couldn't bring himself to wake you.

Without further ado, he had gotten up and relieved Data of the night shift, not, of course, without the android bombarding him with questions about whether he had slept well or whether he should inform Doctor Crusher. After Jean-Luc had assured him that everything was fine and Data had taken his seat, the chaos had run its course.

Another conflict with the Romulans, the transporters were defective and afterwards, when Jean-Luc just wanted to retire to his office, an unwelcome surprise awaited him. He let out a sigh. "Q"

The god-like being had sprawled on the sofa across from Jean-Luc's desk, his boots placed on the expensive leather. He wore his usual red uniform with the four pins. The man smiled at him with mischievousness in his eyes. "Mon capitaine, how wonderful to see you." Resigned, Jean-Luc dropped into his chair. "What do you want, Q?" Q pursed his lips reprovingly and more mischief entered his eyes. "Now, now, Jean-Luc. Can't I just come and see you because I want to visit an old friend?" Jean-Luc rubbed his face. "Is this another test?" Q sat up. "Au contraire. Believe it or not. My intentions are pure through and through. This time."

Exhausted, Jean-Luc looked up. "And what are these 'pure intentions'" Q clicked his tongue. "Don't sound so snide, Jean-Luc. I'm doing you a favour. It may have escaped your notice in all this commotion, mon ami, but you had something else planned today didn't you?" Jean-Luc frowned. "What are you talking about, Q?" The creature sighed heavily. "Really, I'm not your temp calendar after all, Jean-Luc. How glad I am that I had chosen Kathy and not you bore. But I'm in a good mood today, so consider yourself lucky." He leaned forward conspiratorially and grinned wryly. " As far as I know, you did have a nice little date planned, with our dearest Y/N. Oh how disappointed ton amour must be, Jean-Luc."

His eyes widened as he realised what Q was talking about. He had promised to devote tonight entirely to you, a romantic dinner, Shakespeare, dancing, full programme. His eyes flew to the clock. 2300 hours. Abruptly he stood up. Q laughed. "The penny has dropped. I would hurry, mon capitaine." Jean-Luc stared at him. "You could have shown up earlier."

Q's self-satisfied smile vanished and he snorted snidely. "Such gratitude. Sometimes I wonder why I continue to put up with you." He raised his hand, however, pausing before snapping. Q winked at the captain. "Until next time, Jean-Luc." Then he flicked and disappeared in a flash of light.

Jean-Luc, however, didn't have time to worry about it, because he almost stormed out of his office to the turbolift and threw Data one last " You have the bridge, Mr. Data." before the turbolift doors closed.

Jean-Luc had never felt that the turbolifts were too slow. Now, however, he was almost silently begging them to go a little faster. Of course, he knew that wouldn't change much. He had missed your evening. As hard as it was for him to admit, Q had been right, you would be terribly disappointed.

As soon as the doors opened wide enough to let him through, Jean-Luc squeezed through the gap that had opened up, only to hurry with knitted, long strides down the corridor to your quarters. When he arrived at your door, he stopped short and braced himself. Braced himself for the fact that you were going to be mad at him and he might actually have to sleep on the sofa in his office.

With a single, large step he entered your quarters, making every effort to make his voice sound steady. "Mon amour? " His voice was slightly lowered, in case you were already asleep. But this was not the case. "Jean-Luc!" With a broad smile, you stepped out of the adjoining bathroom. You were already wearing your sleeping clothes, but you did not appear to have gone to sleep.

You spread your arms as you stepped towards him and took him in your arms for a moment. "I was wondering when you'd be back."

You loosened your hold a little and Jean-Luc started to say something, but you only took this as an opportunity to press your lips to his. Very tenderly and lovingly, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, he put his hands on your back and pulled you closer to him. When you disengaged, you remained in that position and he looked regretfully into your eyes. "I am sorry, mon amour. I promised this would be our night, but-"

Smiling, you put a finger to his mouth, silencing him. "You don't need to apologise. I was aware that you had an important position and therefore might not always have time for me. That's why I want to enjoy the moments we have together. Without having to listen to excuses for things you can't do anything about, yes?" Jean-Luc nodded speechlessly.

"Good." Joyfully, you kissed him again before detaching yourself from him completely. "Would you like some more food?" He shook his head and you nodded in understanding. "Then get changed. Just because you're late doesn't mean I'll be alone in bed." With that you turned and sauntered over to your bedroom.

Completely dumbfounded, Jean-Luc turned and disappeared into the bathroom where he leaned against the wall wondering what he had done to deserve you. What you had just done to him was not natural under any circumstances.

Normally, your partner would get angry if you spent more time at work than with your partner with hardly any time together. You, however, looked at everything from a different angle. You were aware that he HAD to put his duties before you. He had little choice. And instead of blaming him or getting angry, you appreciated the moments you had together. Jean-Luc didn't know what he had done to deserve you.

After hurriedly getting ready, he made his way to your bedroom. In the doorway, however, he stopped and took the time to absorb the moment that presented itself. You were already sitting up in bed, the covers pulled down to your stomach and a book in your hand, presumably reading the latest work of Shakespeare that Jean-Luc had "lent" you. He had already told you that you had free access to his books, but you still asked every time.

Slowly he walked towards your bed and settled down on his side. The weight of it pushing the bed down made you look up and immediately the loving smile you always looked at him with returned. "Hello, darling." Gently you put the book down on the bedside table to give your full attention to your friend. He smiled sheepishly. "You didn't have to put the book away for me." He took your hand in his and gently kissed your knuckles. "You know I don't mind if you spend your evening with it, mon amour."

You placed your hand on his cheek and let your thumb gently stroke his cheekbone. "And you know, Jean-Luc, that I prefer to spend my time with you in other ways. I have plenty of time to read when you're working."

Guilt shot through him and he tenderly kissed the inside of your hand still against his cheek. "I don't deserve you, Y/N. You are so kind and understanding towards me and love me despite the fact that I have so little time for you. Why?"

You laughed lightly and kissed the Captain affectionately. "Oh Jean-Luc. You don't have to do anything to deserve me. You don't see how much you are worth, but I will show you, every day, as many times as I can, until you realise it. Besides," another kiss," you are very attractive, my dear."

He laughed incredulously and regarded you tenderly, his eyes a mirror of what a tsunami of feelings and affection was raging inside him for you. "Je t'aime, mon amour," he whispered, leaning his forehead against yours, eliciting another small laugh from you. "I love you too, you stubborn old man. Now come here, I'm cold and I haven't seen you all day to show you how much I love you." Only too gladly, he accepted your invitation and wrapped his arms around you and pulled you closer to him, pulling you into a lying position. "Computer, dim lights to fifteen percent."

Instantly the lights faded and your bedroom was plunged into darkness. A comfortable sigh escaped you and you snuggled closer, against Jean-Luc. He had wrapped his arm around you to keep you close while you rested your head on his chest.

Gently he kissed your forehead, then your temple, then your cheekbone. He kissed his way down to your mouth, where his lips gently brushed yours, but didn't pull you into a full-on kiss. "I'll make it up to you anyway," he whispered, closing the small space that had still been between your lips. Silently you sighed into the kiss, pulling him in almost desperately. All the longing you had built up over the day flowed into that kiss and you gently moved up his chest and shoulders to the nape of his neck where you gently played with his hairline.

When you broke away, he pulled you even closer to him and looked down at me lovingly. "You don't need that," you murmured softly, but Jean-Luc only whispered softly. "My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite," he recited and pressed another kiss to your temple. You murmured lightly, "Romeo and Juliet, isn't it? What a romantic you are, darling." A smile tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Though your bounty may not be quite so great."

Jean-Luc laughed softly and lovingly stroked your cheek. "A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee" He tenderly placed a kiss on your forehead and you closed your eyes with pleasure. Jean-Luc started to say something again, but now it was your turn to repeat the words you had read and internalised in your last Shakespeare work.

"Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet," smiling lovingly, you looked up at him and let your fingertips dance across his cheek.

"Perhaps we shouldn't necessarily quote Romeo and Juliet, my love, should we?" Jean-Luc looked down at you, a twinkle in his eye. "You're right. For not even they would be able to do justice to my love for you." Again he pulled you closer and kissed you, this time more demanding and passionate. And you were now more than willing to match him.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him closer to you as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed you close to him. His warmth filtered through your clothes to you and his scent rose to your nose, a scent you had long associated with home by now. Gasping slightly, you broke away from each other without feeling the need to let go of the other.

"Risa," Jean-Luc murmured softly, getting your attention. "What?" He blinked slightly before looking down at you lovingly. "How about shore leave, mon amour? You and I haven't had a day, just for us, until now. Two weeks on Risa, we're close right now." He stroked your cheek affectionately. "Besides, Deanna and Doctor Crusher have been nagging me for weeks that I needed a break." It didn't take you long to make a decision and lovingly you kissed his cheek. "And we wouldn't want to contradict the doctor, would we?" Jean-Luc pulled you even closer to him so that there was absolutely no space between you. "Never."

A yawn escaped you and he laughed softly before placing an affectionate kiss on your forehead. "Maybe we should discuss the details tomorrow. And I really will be back early this time." Sighing, sleepy from tiredness, you buried your face in the crook of his neck. "And if you don't, I won't be mad at you either. I love you." Jean-Luc felt you slowly drifting off to sleep and loosened his grip around you only minimally so that you could lie more comfortably. Gently he kissed your forehead again.

"Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date; Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimm'd; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st; Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade, When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st: So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee."

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1) My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep. The more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. ~ Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, scene 2, lines 140 – 142

2) A heaven on earth I have won by wooing thee ~ All’s Well That Ends Well, Act 4, scene 2, line 78

3)Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; Being purg'd, a fire sparkling in a lover's eyes; Being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears: What is it else? a madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet ~Romeo and Juliet, Act 1, scene 1, lines 197 – 201

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[starfleetimagines]

TNG Masterlist

Reader-Inserts

Reginald Barclay

Fencing

Unexpected

Beverly Crusher

“You’re okay. I’ve got you.”

Data

Falling In Love With Data Would Include…

Dating Data Would Include…

“Is there a special reason as to why you’re wearing my shirt?”

Pet Names

“You never told me you had a fucking twin.”

“When I picture myself happy, it is with you.”

He Protects You

You Repair Him (can be platonic)

Bathing With The Emotion Chip

“I think I forgot how to breathe.”

You Get Caught Kissing

He Teaches You How To Fight (can be platonic)

Hometown Trip

Stuck On a Cold Planet

“Are you hurt?”

First Meetings

First Date (pt.2 to prev. fic)

“You must breathe.”

Art Teacher (can be platonic)

“I suppose we would make a good couple.”

Data Being A Father to Your Child Would Include…

Geordi La Forge

Love Wins (male reader)

Q

Q Loving You Would Include…

“You’re so hot when angry.”

Coming Out As Bisexual to Q Would Include…

Cuddling With Q Would Include…

Being a Scientist and Dating Q would Include…

Vacation

The Crew Reacting to You Dating Q Would Include…

Jean-Luc Picard

Jean-Luc Picard Flirting With You Would Include…

He Realizes He Loves You

First Time With Jean-Luc Picard Would Include…

Being Married To Jean-Luc Picard Would Include…

Katherine Pulaski

Working in Sickbay and Being Friends with Katherine Pulaski Would Include…

Will Riker

Midnight Visits

Cuddles

“I’m sorry I had to kick you out when you were possessed.”

“If I die, I’m coming back to haunt you.”

Visiting Risa With Will Riker Would Include…

Confessions

All Partied Out

“I love you.”

Will Riker Being A Father Figure To You Would Include…

Deanna Troi

Deanna Crushing On a Girl Would Include…

Feeling Down

Worf

“You did this for me?”

“What were you thinking?”

Being Friends With Worf Would Include… (platonic)

Having Worf As a Father Figure Would Include…

Tasha Yar

Dating Tasha Yar Would Include…

Soccer (can be platonic)

Character x Character

Beverly Crusher x Jean-Luc Picard

Beverly Crusher and Jean-Luc Picard’s Date Nights Would Include…

Will Riker x Deanna Troi

Being Will Riker and Deanna Troi’s Child Would Include…

#star trek fanfiction #fanfiction masterlists #star trek tng #star trek the next generation

[warpfive]

HOW THEY KISS YOU

how the tng men kiss you

CW: kissing, suggestive, gn!reader

CAST: jean-luc picard, will riker, data, geordi la forge, worf

JEAN-LUC - like every aspect of his life, jean-luc’s kisses are careful and well-thought out. they are never random or meaningless (though, he never considers any kiss to be devoid of meaning). and being as patient as he is, your lips are never really his first target. jen-luc is constantly thinking strategically - a cheek kiss when he’s leaving early in the morning, a nose kiss when you’re cross with him, a chin kiss while laying in bed and he’s too content to move a single inch higher. and he saves those lip kisses for when you have his complete and utter attention, and he wants his actions to speak louder than his words.

WILL - the tax for getting a kiss from will is having to hear a joke that might hit or miss. 99% of the time, a kiss is preceded with some flirtatious remark or silly joke or even a genuine compliment on how drop dead gorgeous you are in that exact moment. will nearly always leads the kiss - he’s always the one who wants more, goes deeper, stays longer. he prefers to be touching you in some place other than your mouth, like an arm around your waist, your thighs over his hips, or even something as simple as his hand against your cheek. and of course, you can expect a lot of kisses from our number one.

DATA - honestly, you’ll have to teach him how to kiss with more fluidity and passion because data has 100% only been reading guides or watching demonstrations on how to properly kiss a loved one. he’s got the spirit, if that’s any consolation - he knows to run his hands over your arms and legs, and allow you chances to breathe before swooping right back in, and even use just a little tongue (though, he’s definitely not proficient in the more advanced levels of kissing). whether or not he’s very good at it, it’s still very wholesome to see him try and ask how you’re feeling and constantly try to learn new information. and let’s not forget that data is a very quick study - he’ll be surprising you before you even know it.

GEORDI - soft and gentle, like whispers on your skin, geordi really takes his time and makes sure each kiss is good and perfect. he isn’t a fan of rushed, sloppy kisses behind corners - no, geordi likes taking your face in his hands, says something corny to make you smile, and then kisses you while you’re still struggling to stifle your laugh long enough to enjoy it. though, as an engineer, geordi knows that there’s usually several different ways to come to the same conclusion - which, of course, is making you blush. so his kisses sometimes migrate down to the backs of your knuckles, or up to the junction of your neck and shoulder, maybe even behind your ear if he’s feeling extra. but his default is always your lips - they’re what he knows best.

WORF - i don’t have to tell you that Klingon kisses are far from what humans usually give one another. and to worf’s credit, he does try it your way in the beginning. teaching himself to slow down, be tender, don’t use his teeth so much even though his body screams at him to just bite down… he refrains, and it’s usually just in his most primal moments that he gets really rough. some tiny part of him feels bad when you need to show up for your shift the next morning with marks peeking out from under your collar - but that’s just a tiny part, and worf enjoys seeing those marks almost as much as he enjoyed putting them there. 

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[ao3feed-imzadi]

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[qyrhan]

Hugh (Third Of Five) x Reader

(Individuality)

Part One

[ Platonic ]

The soft hum of the engines comfortably filled your ears as you wandered down the Enterprise’s long, winding corridors. Such has been the norm after your arrival on the starship roughly a month ago.

You still had a sense of disbelief about living on a spaceship. Venturing out into the stars was merely a childhood dream of yours, though you learned all too quickly that it took only the best of the best to leave Earth’s atmosphere and into the void beyond. But now you were here, walking the hallways of a vessel tasked to explore the very stars you’d marveled at for hours and hours while on your back porch.

Here, in the future, where humanity mingled with the members of so many different species it gave you a headache every time you glossed over the multiple PADDs scattered all over your desk. Humanity actually pushed passed its differences and turned into something remarkable.

Knowing that your kind actually had a hope for the future certainly warmed your heart, even if Worf had nearly scared it out of your chest the first time you’d met. However, the cost of such knowledge loomed in the back of your mind constantly.

You remembered the look on everyone’s faces while seated in the meeting room as Captain Picard broke the news. They all seemed sympathetic to your position at the time.

“[ ],” Jean-Luc began, his hands folded together on the table in front of him, “it has come to our attention that your being here is not by accident, nor was it a simple mistake.”

Your brows knit together into a look of confusion while the captain continued.

“There are certain scientific events that may take place at any point in time, events that change the life course of a person forever.” He paused, his expression taut. “These events are what we call “temporal anomalies”. They’re unpredictable, and they form without warning. You happened to be an unfortunate victim of one such anomaly.”

A tense silence fell upon the room as you digested the captain’s words.

”So when can I go home?” You finally managed to pipe up after a moment.

Looks where exchanged, and the awkward feeling in the room amplified, as well as a beginning sense of dread that made a chill run down your spine.

“When do I go home?” You asked again, hoping they’d just misheard you.

Geordi was the first to answer, his voice filled with hesitation, “That’s where the problems start. We’ve been running some tests, checking past records and… We can’t send you back.”

Your heart dropped to the floor, fear creeping into your mind. “But what about my friends my— my family?” You placed both your palms down on the table, urgency influencing your speech. “I have to get back I— you have to do something, anything!”

”We’re doing everything we can, [ ],” Geordi tried to calm you, his expression level and sure, “but this is something we can’t change. You being sent to the twenty-fourth century is a set date in the timeline. You’re meant to be here, on the Enterprise.”

You were brought out from your reminiscing by a conversation happening nearby you.

“…And he doesn’t fight answering your questions?” One voice inquired.

”No, not at all,” another, this one familiar, replied, “he’s actually quite eager to help in any way he can.” It was Beverly. She was deep in conversation with one of her nurses, Kendra, if you remembered correctly. “I was surprised at it myself, but it’s definitely been easier asking about his implants, and running scans on his well-being.”

You trailed just behind the pair. You knew how rude it was to eavesdrop on things that didn’t concern you, but your curiosity always got the better of your common sense.

“And you’re not worried about him, well, assimilating you while you’re not looking?” Kendra asked.

Beverly merely waved her hand dismissively at her. “He’s just a boy, and if he wanted to assimilate me he would have. I think I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve turned my back on him. He could’ve taken any one of those moments, but he didn’t.”

”I guess,” the nurse gave a unconvinced shrug, “but he could just be waiting for a chance to strike. He’s still Borg after all.”

Borg? You’ve heard of that before, in a report you read on one of the PADDs back in your quarters. They were those semi-mechanical beings, right? Not quite robot enough to be machine, but they weren’t fully humanoid, either.

They were also the species that had captured the captain and turned him into… into one of them. “Locutus of Borg.” That’s what he had been before his crew rescued him.

What in the world would a Borg be doing on the Enterprise? And why would they be taking care of it? Him. You corrected yourself mentally as you remembered Beverly referring to him as such.

“Well good morning, [ ].” Beverly’s voice made you jump as you looked up at her.

You’d been caught red handed.

”’Morning.” you gave a quick smile, and decided to give up any attempt to hide what you’d been doing. “Who were you talking about? Sorry, I couldn’t help but overhear.”

Kendra seemed to stiffen, while Dr. Crusher smiled warmly at you. “We have a guest staying with us for right now. He was hurt on the moon we had received a distress signal from, and he’s recovering from his injuries.”

The Borg was hurt, that would explain why he was even here in the first place. But if there was one, there should be more. Borg are never alone. At least, that’s what you’d read. You pursed your lips, intrigue bubbling up inside you as you wondered about the new arrival. What was a Borg like up close?

”Would you like to meet him?” Beverly inquired, which just about caused a smile to form from ear to ear on your face.

“Doctor I’m not sure if that’s such a good idea,” the nurse cautioned, “they’re a civilian, they don’t have clearance, and we still don’t know if he’s dangerous.”

”I’ll give them clearance,” Crusher answered, certainty on her face, “and I’ve said this before, he’s just a boy. He doesn’t mean any harm.”

You didn’t see Kendra calm at those words, so you assumed she didn’t like them very much. Not that you could argue, she no doubt knew more about potential threats than you ever would.

However, you weren’t going to pass the opportunity to meet a new species, even if that species had a bad reputation. Who knew, maybe this Borg was even nicer than Beverly made him out to be.

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