#jean-luc picard x reader

[deepspacedukat]

How about Picard with an S/O who is a badass security officer but given the chance, she'd rather be listening to music and painting? <3

Absolutely, nonny!

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I Would Not Dull You With My Song

Captain Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) x Reader

[A/N: This is fluff.]

Warnings: Established relationship, Picard has it bad, constant heart eyes, a Frenchman's romanticism, mentions of Q's mischief, Picard thinks in Shakespeare quotes bc of course he does.

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By the time he returned to their shared quarters that evening, Jean-Luc was exhausted. He wanted nothing more than to curl up with his lover in his arms and drift gently off to dreamland. Q had paid the Enterprise a visit, and that always meant trouble, even when the entity was behaving in a somewhat benign manner.

As soon as the door slid shut behind him, Picard let out a heavy sigh and finally allowed his shoulders to drop. For the next two days, there was nothing more strenuous on the agenda than a few minor repairs and some maintenance as the ship moved steadily toward the nearest Starbase for an overhaul.

Faint musical notes floated toward him, and a smile stretched his lips as he pulled himself from his thoughts. The Captain looked toward the far end of the room and found his partner sitting behind an easel, brush and paint palette in hand. Her concentration seemed to have masked his entrance, so he took the opportunity that was presented to him.

Moving almost silently, he walked closer, watching the way her hands - beautiful, strong, and capable of hurting or comforting - laid such delicate brushstrokes upon the canvas before her.

She was second only to Worf in matters of security. He'd watched her acquaint belligerent, combative opponents' faces with bulkheads, walls, and fists, yet here she sat painting a meadow they'd seen together on an unnamed planet a few weeks before. Looking at her in such moments was akin to watching a fierce lion rolling in a patch of particularly soft grass.

Jean-Luc was just as captivated by her as he had been the day they met.

"But that wild music burdens every bough, And sweets grown common lose their dear delight. Therefore, like her, I sometime hold my tongue: Because I would not dull you with my song."

The last lines of Shakespeare's 'Sonnet 102' flowed through his mind as the Bard's words so often did, striking him as a perfect set for the pair of them. They were both reserved in their own ways, and, especially in moments like these, he didn't want to disturb her peace. Neither wished to burden the other unnecessarily, but their love was so forthright that they couldn't help but be drawn to each other like magnets.

He must've made some sound or other despite his attempts not to bother her, because he quite suddenly found her eyes fixed on him, a gentle smile playing across her lips.

She froze him in place with merely a glance - there was something hypnotic about her eyes.

"Long day?" She asked, and he could bring himself to do no more than nod his head as she set her palette aside. Her brush lay rinsed and resting upon a cloth, abandoned by those fingers which chose to grasp his own and coax him toward their bedroom.

And he was all the luckier for it.

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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.

[captainpikeswoman]

Deanna discovering your affair with Picard includes:

•Deanna’s suspicions about the Captain have been aroused for several weeks now, somehow he’s more tense and secretive, while also being more relaxed and stress-free. It’s gotten to a point where she’s slightly questioning her own sanity.

•so she turned to Will and Beverley. They observe Picard and come to the conclusion that he does seem to be smiling more. At regular intervals he’ll smile to himself, run his upper lip and then tap away on a PADD for a few minutes before putting it down again and assuming his usual stoic persona. Will sees this and suggests that Picard has a new ‘lady friend’ that he might be messaging.

•Deanna goes full PI (Private Investigator) and starts to discretely follow the Captain- stating that she needs to ensure the ‘safety’ of the Captain- meaning her curiosity wouldn’t let her rest! His routines for the most part remain unchanged…apart from he’s started to check in with the Stellar Cartography department (where you work as Chief) more frequently.

•Deanna watches as the usually nimble and graceful Captain seems to become a bit clumsy and short-sighted as he slowly, seemingly begrudgingly, exits from the work space as he’s summoned elsewhere. He very nearly walks into the wall- his embarrassment hits Deanna like a brick even from her hiding spot some meters away. As the doors quietly hiss close, Deanna just catches a glimpse of your flushed cheeks as you gently bite your lower lip.

•Deanna makes a point of reading up on your file. The more she reads; the more she smiles and her excitement grows. You’re perfect! A challenge for sure, but for Picard…absolutely perfect!

•Deanna’s suspicions are confirmed when you’re summoned to the Captain’s Ready Room one shift to discuss the implementation of a system’s upgrade and the forecast improvements to scanner range etc. it’s a small buzzing feeling at first, Deanna can sense that Picard is pacing in his Ready Room, slightly fizzing with what she perceives as anxiety. But then you walk through the door and…Deanna is awash with sheer delight. She can’t help but grin. The sensation of pleasure and happiness that emanate from you and Picard is enough to have a physical bodily reaction in her.

•she rushes straight to find Will and tell him what she knows…this is about to become THE worst kept secret on the Enterprise.

[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!

[warpfive]

💛 for Jean-Luc? I'm happy to see you active again. I look forward to reading your work!

💛 Do they drop hints that they like someone and what are they?

yes i do, but like everything concerning jean-luc, he'll approach it in a different way totally unique to him. he doesn't drop very obvious hints, like a brush of hands or glancing at your lips. his method is done more quietly and carefully. in spite of his walls, jean-luc is a very loving and caring person - his way of dropping hints is done all to your benefit. offering tea when you're upset, putting in a good word to your superiors, assuring your ideas are listened to, giving genuine advice with no judgement.

he likes to think he's being so subtle, and he usually is. but for all his grace and intelligence, jean-luc does get flustered easily. if you respond to his little hints of affection and start reciprocating, it won't take long to catch him staring with a blush.

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[geekyimagines]

FANDOM:

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.

[avana-arts]

Protective Q cause why the hell not xD

[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Jean-Luc Picard] - Within Stars

♫ - Hey There Delilah - Plain White T's

A/N: This ones so different from how I would usually write, but I actually love it? I don't know, I think it went really well. I hope you all enjoy, thank you for reading! <3

As he sat at his desk, Captain Picard turned in his chair to gaze outwards towards the stars. As his ship navigated the system, the hum of her warp core resounding through her halls, Jean-Luc had time to ponder his life currently.

Jean-Luc felt grateful that he was in command of the Enterprise. He was thankful that Starfleet had enough trust in him to captain the vessel on her mission, and to entrust him with the safety and protection of the best crew he could ask for. In his time, he had seen so much. War, death and peace treaties broken. But, on the other side, he had also seen the birth of nations and witnessed harmony between feuding races, not to mention the relationships he had formed with his crew.

With William Riker, he had found a friend and someone he most certainly would trust with his own life. He could be rash and bold, but those were qualities that made a good XO, and an even better Starfleet officer. Jean-Luc trusted Will with so much, and he was happy to have him by his side.

With Data, he had found a curious soul. Someone who he knew looked up to him, and so Jean-Luc had told himself that he always would be as open and protective of Data as he could. The android had so much respect for the captain, it was hard not to feel as though he was in someway, almost like a son. Data was one of the most gifted officers Picard had ever seen, Starfleet or otherwise, and he knew for a fact how lucky he was that Data was stationed on his ship.

With Worf, Deanna, Beverly Geordi, he had found a mismatched set of people, with completely different backgrounds. And yet, despite that, they had all become a family of their own. The captain reminisced with a small chuckle at how little they knew of each other on their first days, and how quiet the ship was before. Not many conversations outside of work-related topics happened, and even then it was only when necessary. But now, this whole crew laughed and chatted as though they had known each other forever.

Jean-Luc felt that was his proudest achievement.

Then, there was you.

Picard had not forgotten you. How could he? You had a special place in his mind and his heart, but what it was he was not sure. You were a Lieutenant, and a hardworking one at that. Around the crew, you were a ray of sunshine, always making people smile or laugh whenever you were around. Even Data had taken to you, and often you both could be found having a drink in Ten Forward, discussing some very random topics.

Jean-Luc smiled at the thought. He was too proud to ever ask you for a drink, or to discuss literature with him. In his mind, Picard thought that the difference in rank may make things uncomfortable or improper, especially when it came to the next shift. He was well aware that many captains before him, and no doubt after him, had done such things, but for some reason he felt it wouldn't be right. Still, he pondered perhaps asking you the next time he saw you.

You.

Jean-Luc always smiled at the thought of you. His mind ran away with the images in his head, the ones where you are doing the most mundane things. Sitting there in the mess hall reading away at research for the science labs. Enjoying some time in Ten Forward, often drawing. Or the times you were simply walking from place one to two. All those times Picard had seen you, and he thought each time you were beautiful.

Occasionally, he would catch you in one of the study halls, where he often came to relax because it was quiet. You would greet him with kind eyes and a warm smile. Oh, that smile. It was etched into his mind as though carved from stone. When you smiled, your whole face lit up like you were made of the stars themselves. To him, that was art. Those times, you would invite him to sit with you where the conversation would evolve to the pair of you getting lost in discussion of the classics. Often, he would talk of Shakespeare and you would introduce him to some new alien works you had found.

It was rare to find you not chirpy and upbeat. That was not to say it didn't happen, and Picard thought back to the most prominent incident he had remembered.

An away mission had gone awry and you were stranded on the planet below, accompanied by Data and Will. A safety blanket, you knew that you were protected down there with them. But, it was tough and the three of you had almost died. Beaming back onto the ship, Picard was waiting in the transporter room for you all, when you fell into his arms.

Will had seen the wreck you were in, and assured Picard that if he wished to tend to you, he could handle everything else. Not one to abandon his duties, Jean-Luc was about to argue when he caught sight of Will's face, a look that said to him not to argue.

Jean-Luc held you up, and you limped with him back to your quarters. He could tell you were not your usual self in that moment. It was understandable, those kind of experiences would rattle even the most seasoned officers, something he had noticed even in Will. But, you were not used to those kinds of situations, and he knew that you probably needed someone with you.

Sitting you on your bed, Jean-Luc grabbed a towel and some water from your bathroom and sat down besides you, taking in your form for the first time since you arrived back. You looked awful. Not unkindly, mind you. He still thought you looked beautiful. But, you looked exhausted, and had quite clearly been through some things. Your eyes were not sparkling as they once were and your face showed no sign of that smile he had come to adore.

As he took the towel to your face and started to clean the dirt and blood away, you placed your hand on his knee and squeezed lightly. The captain noticed a tear fall from your eyes, and he sighed. The last thing he wanted was you to be unhappy. Your head fell onto his chest and tears had begun to fall fast. The stress of that mission had taken its toll, and you could hold back no longer. Whispering his name, your whole body shook.

Jean-Luc's heart hurt for you. He wanted to chase it all away, to make you forget what had happened. He leaned back carefully, pulling you close into him and wrapping his arms around your body. You sunk in, and he rested his cheek on the top of your head. Picard began to talk, telling you things would be okay and comforting you to the best of his ability. Slowly, your tears stopped falling and your breathing had regulated. You were calm once more, and Jean-Luc's mind relaxed a little.

As you both lay there, Picard was aware of the proximity, and he had not expected to be lying in your quarters with you in his arms under any circumstance. However, he had tried to tell himself that it was him doing his duty as a captain for one of his crew. He knew he was lying, but he didn't care. You were his top priority, and that was what mattered.

Soon, your breathing had gone shallow and your body had gotten a little heavier. Jean-Luc knew you were asleep. Something in him told him to stay. So, he did. He stayed until he had fallen asleep himself, content with the knowledge that you were safe and cared for, and finally at ease.

Thinking back to all these memories, the good and the bad, Jean-Luc found himself idly fiddling with his ring finger and his eyes had widened.

That's when it clicked in him.

Jean-Luc Picard loved you.

The captain sat upright, his eyes still fixed onto the stars outside as thoughts ran amok in his head about his new realization. It made sense now.

Each fleeting glance, each pining thought in his spare time. You were not like any other crew member to him. He finally understood all the protective feelings, the heartache when you cried and the joy when you laughed. That feeling that ran through his soul when he heard you talk.

Jean-Luc Picard was completely, truly and incandescently in love with you.

What would he do about it? In due course, he was not sure. But for now he was content in the knowledge that it was love, and his heart was full. With that, the Captain sat back in his chair and his eyes gazed out once more onto the stars, his mind at ease and a newfound eagerness for the next day to come.

[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.

[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.

[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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[prettyboypistol]

Do you have first time sleeping togther/hooking up headcanons for TNG characters? I was about to be like 'I'd love in particular to hear about...' but then listed about half the TNG cast (of multiple genders, but feel free to stick to male characters if you want) because I am exceptionally thirsty lol. I do personally have a strong preference for top!M!reader, but go with what's in your heart

First Time With the TNG Boys! || Star Trek TNG x Top!M!Reader +18

(Worf, Data, Will, Picard, Geordi, Lore, Q)

Worf

Boy you'll have to WORK to top Worf. Even if you are bigger than him (somehow?? mans is 6'3" and jacked). He'd love the wrestle for domination and how you pin him down and kiss the back of his neck as you taunt him playfully.

He's into biting, fighting as foreplay, and brat taming/authority. Although, if he's bottoming, he likes following directions and being praised for being a good soldier.

Bite this mf as he's jerking off, praise him for looking so stunning, Tell him he's the best you've ever fucked by far and he'll blow the biggest load of your life.

Data

Would let you top if you asked him, honestly. He's never been with another man before and the logging of information would be rather useful.

Data would enjoy you praising him, asking for consent multiple times, and generally treating him gently and kindly. He's not the rough and tumble type, that would require a minimum 3 more days of research and an "uncomfortable" talk with Troi about BDSM and the psycho-sexual aspects of it.

CALL. THIS. MAN. BEAUTIFUL. He will not know what to do with himself as you fuck him slowly and praise him for being the most amazing man on the Enterprise.

William Riker

Would be a little hesitant to let you top, but would eventually say to hell with fear and let you hit.

Has a bit of a fear of "liking it too much", because even in the far future, internalized homophobia is still a thing. Especially for a "ladies' man" like Riker. He's not too comfortable with his sexuality just yet.

Tell him he's doing good, give him open communication and a place to state his worries, and he'll be screaming your name before you're halfway inside.

Picard

Now this man is hesitant taking it up the ass- not only because he's old an worried about being sore, but was around during the pre-crackdown of homophobia in the starship workplace, when subtle homophobia was commonplace. He's worried about what the other crew will think of him if they found out about your activities together.

Assurance goes a long way with Picard, also directing him with a massive amount of respect and understanding. (he'll never tell you this, but calling him "sir" really gets him going.)

Geordi

Honestly? the chillest of them all when you ask to top your first time together. like genuine "Yeah sure, that's fine". And it's obvious this isn't his first bottom rodeo.

Likes when you dirty talk to him tbh, it's a real engine-revver when you whisper in his ear that fucking him is all you've been thinking about for weeks.

Geordi especially likes hearing about your fantasies that involve him- tell him your wet dreams!! Please!!

Lore

This man is a total slut for being degraded/domineered. I mean seriously, look at that lil guy! He's a brat just begging to be tamed!

Push him around, show him who's boss, and roleplay about being a cop and a roguish, sassy criminal.

Despite his secret obsession with being used like a fucktoy, Lore also loves being worshipped and praised on a genuine level- and on a superficial one too, to set the record straight.

Q

Q is the most excited to bottom, offering his ass at a moment's notice the second you suggest topping for your first time together.

Granted, he has no idea what he's doing, so you'd have to guide him. He likes being teased and being squirmy, so watch out for that.

What really gets Q off is the illusion of being restrained. Cuffs, ropes, anything- even you pressing him into the mattress is enough to really get Q moaning about how a "big strong human" feels so good inside him.

[iamthemain-character]

Oneshot Request: Being Captain Picard’s wife and dealing with silly space shenanigans on the Enterprise-D!

hi, thank you for requesting! full disclosure, everything i know comes from the Captain Picard compilations i just watched on YouTube, so hopefully this turns out okay. anywho, i hope you enjoy! :)

Never A Boring Moment

captain jean-luc picard x wife! reader

she/her pronouns

TW: legit none

requested by @resplendentlady

Star Trek Masterlist

To say that your life was a boring one was an absolute lie; living on the star ship Enterprise ensured that all never had a dull moment. It didn’t help that your husband was Captain Jean-Luc Picard, and his station had him constantly facing unique problems and situations. Still, you loved him, and together you always managed to find a way to make it through together.

Today, however, you hoped that your typically strange life would find some normalcy. It was your 20th anniversary, and you had hoped it would be special. And Picard didn’t disappoint; you awoke to the sensation of kisses being peppered all over your face. Smiling, you opened your eyes to see your loving husband smiling back at you. 

“Ah, there you are my love.”

“Good morning Jean-Luc; now what do I owe the pleasure of this wake up to?”

Carefully Picard brought over a bed tray, with the plates arranged just so; a vase of flowers sat in the front center, brightening up the entire room. You had no idea how your husband managed to get the flowers, but you loved knowing that he had gone through the trouble to make you smile.

“This my dear, is for you, to celebrate 20 years of you being my lovely wife, and for putting up with all of my shenanigans.”

“My dear, this is far too much-“

“Uh uh, don’t say another word. Nothing is ‘too much’ for celebrating our marriage; and this is only the start.”

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While you showered up and got ready for the day, Picard carefully went over the itinerary to ensure that everything was set. But nothing could ever go smoothly; soon enough his communicator was beeping at him. Pinching the bridge of his nose, Picard reluctantly answered.

“Please tell me this is just a ‘happy anniversary’ message.”

“I’m afraid not sir, we have a slight problem. I-I can’t really explain it over the comms, you might want to come to the research bay to see this yourself.”

Throwing a glance back towards the bathroom, Picard saw that his wife was still getting ready for the day.

“I’ll be there in a moment.”

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The “slight problem” turned out to be a little more than slight; one of the flora samples from a recent planet appeared to be growing, vine like tendrils breaking free from its containment and wrapping around every possible surface. Large, bright, pink/orange flowers burst out along the edges and ends. The flower petals slowly opened and closed, creating a very menacing look to the pant. 

“No matter what we’ve tried, we can’t seem to-” Here the Lieutenant paused as he smacked away a creeping vine attempting to curl around him, “ we can’t seem to keep them contained.”

Picard pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to consider the situation. Of all days for a semi-sentient vine plant to try to take over the Enterprise, it had to be the day of his anniversary. Very typical.

“Alright, get as much help as you need and try to keep this plant as contained as possible. I need to treat my wife to one normal day, and then I can put all of my attention into this.”

The Lieutenant nodded his head in affirmation and turned his attention back to the ever increasing amount of vines. As Picard made his way back to his room, he prepared himself to be calm and act as if nothing was wrong. The last he wanted was for his wife to be panicking on their anniversary.  

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Surprisingly, the day went fairly smoothly; Jean-Luc and Y/n did all of their favorite things together. There was no expense spared as Picard tried to give the perfect day to his wife; she had been through so much with him, and he wanted to give her one perfect day. Y/n’s smiling face was all that mattered, and the usually stoic man found himself feeling fuzzy and loved inside. 

Everything started going downhill when it was time for the dinner; Picard had set aside a room for the two of them, with pretty little lights and Y/n’s favorite foods. He even got his hands on some roses to sit on the table and around the room.  Both were dressed up, and it was reminiscent of the night the couple got engaged.  

“Jean-Luc, this is so beautiful, thank you.” Y/n smiled lovingly at her husband across the table, and Picard knew in his heart he would do anything for her. 

“Of course, my love I-” Suddenly the words stuck in Picard’s throat as his eyes glanced to the centerpiece: where roses were supposed to be, there were bright pink flowers slowly creeping around the vase. 

Y/n followed her husband’s gaze to the centerpiece, and she smiled at the unusual flowers. “Oh, they’re so beautiful!”

“Oh, uh, yes. Very nice.” 

Y/n noticed Picard’s hesitation. “What, do you not like them?

Breaking his gaze from the dreadful plant, Picard forced himself to smile so as not to raise alarm. “No it’s- they were just supposed to be roses.” 

Y/n put her hand over Jean-Luc’s in an attempt to reassure him. “We are in the middle of space, I just think it’s amazing there are even flowers on the table.” 

Picard wanted to respond, but his eyes once again were drawn down as he watched a tendril creep out and wrap around Y/n’s wrist. Before he could even say anything, the flowers suddenly burst, vines flying out and crashing down onto the table and floor. The vines started to curl around the table and chairs legs, and the couple watched in horror as the vines creeped around their legs. 

Acting quickly, Picard jumped up and over the vines on the floor; holding tight to Y/n’s hand, together they ran over to the viewing window. Together they curled up on the ledge, their backs pressed against the glass. Both watched as the vines spread like fire around the room, wrapping around every surface. More flowers bloomed and burst into vines, like a never ending cycle of growth. The vines crawled towards the window, wrapping around the huddled bodies of Picard and Y/n. Picard wrapped his arms tightly around Y/n, trying to hold her close to him as the were consumed by vines. 

Just before they were totally wrapped, however, the doors burst open. Multiple crew members rushed in, strange objects in their hands. From the objects a mist shot out, and as it settled over the vines the writhed and shriveled up. The Lieutenant got to Picard and Y/n and sprayed them. He then grabbed their hands and helped them step out and onto the floor, anxiously brushing the stray, now dry vines off of them. 

“I am so sorry Captain, they found their way through the vents and we thought we found all of the bud’s but then-”

Suddenly the sound of laughter interrupted the Lieutenant’s sentence. Turning around, Picard saw his wife doubled over with laughter. For a moment she just laughed and laughed, and when she finally calmed and stoop back up she had tears in her eyes. 

“There was a wild plant on the loose this whole time? is that why you’ve been acting so nervous? Why didn’t you say something?” Smiling, she wiped her eyes to clear the tears away. 

“I just didn’t want to ruin our anniversary; you’ve put up with so much and I just wanted to allow you to have one perfect, normal day.” 

Shaking her head and smiling, Y/n wrapped her arms around Picard and kissed him. He was surprised, but returned the kiss and pulled her in by the waist. When Y/n pulled back, she lovingly cupped his face in her hands. 

“Jean-Luc, I did not marry you for perfect or normal; I married you because I love you and I can’t imagine a day without you. I don’t care how crazy the day is or if we are almost consumed by a wild plant, I just care that you’re here with me. That’s all I ever wanted.” 

Blinking back tears, Picard smiled down at the woman before him. Seeing her in her messy state, with stray tears staining her face and dried flower petals stuck in her hair, he fell even more in love. They didn’t need perfect, they just needed each other. Picard couldn’t wait to spend many more anniversaries together. 

There wouldn’t be flowers next time though. 

[to-boldly-nope]

Sense and Sensibility- Jean-Luc Picard x Fem!Reader

Plot {requested by @groovy-lady}: Oooh I’ve thought of another one: Jean-Luc and his wife (along with the rest of the Enterprise crew) getting stuck in a holodeck of Jane Austen’s Sense & Sensibility!

Words: 1144

A/N: Listen, yes I could've done better but I needed to get it out. I just wasn't expecting to be bombarded with work as soon as I came back from spring break so I closed requests until things begin to calm down

You never understood why these situations always happened, but at least you were only stuck in the Holodeck and not a goddamn planet.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Beverly asked.

"It appears if we have to act out the scenario we are in before the Holodeck can let us out," Data stated.

"Great," you sighed. "I swear to God if this happens again I'm going to request shore leave for a month. I guess we have to choose who's who."

"Computer, what program is this?" Geordi asked.

"The program is Sense and Sensibility, a novel written by author Jane Austen-"

You groaned over the computer's voice. You just wanted to return to your quarters, and you were sure that everyone else was the same.

"Captain Picard is Edward Ferrars," the computer said, making everybody look at the captain whos uniform changed into an outfit from the 18th century.

"Lieutenant Commander Picard is Elinor Dashwood. Lieutenant Commander Data is Colonel Brandon, Counselor Troi is Margaret, Doctor Crusher is Mrs. Dashwood, and Lieutenant Yar is Marianne Dashwood."

You didn't pay attention to the computer listing who was who. You were too enthralled by watching everyone's uniform change into period appropriate clothing.

~

Jean-Luc went missing for some time now. The only thing that kept you distracted was the story you had to act out.

You were pulling weeds out of your little cottage garden while Tasha played the piano, Beverly was sitting next to you, working on a dress, and Deanna was playing in a tree.

Beverly noticed someone coming up the path. "Look, it's Colonel Brandon. Marianne!"

Everyone came to watch as the person continued to ride their horse up the dirt path towards the cottage.

"I don't think that's the Colonel," you stated while dusting your hands off your apron.

"It must be. He said that he would arrive today. You must play him your new song, Marianne."

Tasha and Beverly talked about something when Deanna let out a yell and almost fell out of her tree.

"Edward! It's Edward!"

You felt your heart in your throat as you looked at everyone. Beverly shot you a nervous look because she didn't know how you would react, especially after learning that he got married to Lucy.

"We must be calm," Beverly spoke before leading everyone inside. You all began to act busy and like you didn't care, but as you began to sew something, the thread and needle in your hand began to tremble. Whether it was from excitement, anger, or sadness you didn't know.

One of the maids walked in with Jean-Luc behind her. "Mr. Ferrars for you, ma'am."

Everyone looked over at him and noticed how white he looked. Like he was scared or nervous of something.

"Edward! What a pleasure," Beverly smiled.

"Mrs. Dashwood." A bow. "Miss Marianne." Another bow. "Margaret." Yet another bow. "Miss Dashwood."

Jean-Luc's look and bow lingered longer than the others. You only stared at your lap, not really knowing how to play this out. You knew Jean-Luc wouldn't go marry another woman, he was your husband after all, but your character was like that.

"I hope I find you all well."

"Thank you, Edward, we are doing very well," Tasha said, trying to break the tension in the room.

"We have been enjoying very fine weather," Deanna said, Tasha shooting her a glare. "What? We have been."

"Yes, the roads-the roads have been very dry." Jean-Luc nodded.

More silence and tension filled the room. Nobody knew what to do or what to say.

"May I wish you great joy, Edward," Beverly spoke up again, grabbing Jean-Luc's hand. He looked confused as she offered him a seat.

"I hope you have left Mrs. Ferrars well," Tasha said.

"Tolerably, thank you."

There was another pause. The silence was replaced by your heart thumping in your ears. You just wanted to be back in your quarters already.

"I-" Jean-Luc started but he quickly stopped, like someone who has forgotten his line.

"Is Mrs. Ferrars at the new parish?" Beverly asked.

Jean-Luc furrowed his brows in confusion. "No-my mother is in town."

"No, I mean Mrs. Edward Ferrars."

You felt Jean-Luc's gaze on you as his wife was brought up. You sat their calmly, but you felt tears beginning to well up in your eyes. It's an act, you reminded yourself. It's an act.

"Then you not yet heard. I think you mean my brother, you mean Mrs. Robert Ferrars?"

You finally looked at him and so did everyone else. He wasn't married? You still had a chance?

"Mrs. Robert Ferrars?"

You watched as Jean-Luc got up and walked over to the window. "I have received a letter from Miss Steele-Mrs. Ferrars, I mean- communicating about the transfer of her affection from me to my brother. They were much thrown together in London, I believe, and-and in my view of the change in my circumstances, I felt it only fair that Miss Steele be released from our engagement. They were married last week."

You rose up and walked over to him. "Then you are not married."

"No."

You let out a sob and quickly covered your face with your hands to muffle your sobs. Beverly took the other women outside and left you and Jean-Luc inside the cottage. He walked over to you.

"Elinor! I met Lucy when I was very young. Had I had an active profession, I should never have felt such an idle, foolish inclination. At Norland my behavior was very wrong. But I convinced myself you felt only friendship for me and it was my heart alone that I was risking."

Jean-Luc paused. You tried to wipe your tears away but they kept on coming. He cupped your face with his hands and wiped your tears away with his thumbs.  "I've come with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be, yours," Jean-Luc said.

You smiled through your tears. "Stupid romantic man."

~

You and Jean-Luc walked down the dirt path, deep in conversation about how the rumour was that you and Data were to be married.

"I shall not forget attempting to thank him for making it possible for me to marry the woman I did not love while convinced he had designs upon the woman I did-do-love."

You were too busy giggling about you and Data being married when you didn't realized that Jean-Luc had stop walking. He looked at you and he knew that he couldn't wait. He'd spent too long in this damned holodeck program.

"Would you-can you-excuse me-"

He quickly cupped your face and kissed you. You smiled into the kiss, missing the way his lips fitted yours. You heard the computer archway appear next to you and Jean-Luc pulled away.

"A few more minutes," you smiled before kissing him again.

[warpfive]

5 - forehead kisses with picard? 💖

jean-luc picard x reader

CW: gn!reader, small mentions of injuries

for a man as private and subtle and gentle and loving as jean-luc, forehead kisses are right up his alley. forehead kisses are his bread and butter. he’s perfected the forehead kiss. it’s a good way for him to show such intimate physical affection without crossing any boundaries that might make him uncomfortable.

the first time he did it was a little bittersweet. after having a very nice but very chaste dinner date, jean-luc was called away and the night was cut short. he apologized, you’d assured him it was okay, that there would be other nights. he smiled softly but he could see the disappointment on your face - it was a look he struggled to keep from his own expression. so when jean-luc leaned over and tenderly pressed his lips against your forehead, it conveyed more than just a kiss goodnight. it was an apology, a promise, and maybe even a bit of selfishness.

kisses became more frequent after that. playful kisses on your hand, tired kisses against his cheek, passionate kisses between heavy breathes. but the forehead kisses remained a special thing - something few and far between to be used when jean-luc has so many things to say but for once, words aren’t sufficient.

it’s a very delicate process for him. a pattern you noticed the more he did it. his hands are warm and gentle when they cradle your cheeks. the lines around his eyes crinkling just slightly when he offers a soft smile. a delicate press of his lips - not too much pressure, or too little. his breath wafts over your hair when jean-luc pulls away, like a sigh that says he’d rather not pull away at all.

forehead kisses are also much more acceptable for him to do in public, at least in jean-luc’s eyes. publicizing the relationship was hard enough without some kind of expectation of PDA, but forehead kisses do allow him to find a middle ground. chaste enough to be done in front of others (though, it’s almost always just the senior staff), but intimate enough to show he cares when he’s in Captain Mode.

he’s comfortable giving, but receiving a forehead kiss is still something that can throw jean-luc off-guard. he is a bit touch-starved, and while regular kisses are something he’s familiar with, the same can’t be said for the extra stuff. he won’t admit how much he really enjoys when you kiss him so tenderly, with no expectation of something in return. but it did make him look at forehead kisses differently. how and when and where he gives them is carefully considered, like all aspects of jean-luc’s life.

i imagine forehead kisses communicate more for jean-luc than any other kind of kiss. it’s neither lust nor playful and that suits him perfectly. a greater example couldn’t be found than the day the enterprise finally located you and your away team after having been lost for days on some miserable, desolate rock in a nowhere solar system. he found you in sickbay, on a bed, weak and dirty and bleeding from a wound on your arm but alive and jean-luc remembered how to breathe again. the forehead kiss he gave you, after brushing back your dirty, messy hair, said much more than he could ever voice - especially in front of the nurse who witnessed it.

and that’s really the basis for jean-luc’s forehead kisses: he’s not great with the lovey dovey stuff, even with all the novels and poetry he reads. but actions have always spoken louder than words for him.