#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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[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.

[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.

prompt list ( still accepting! )

[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.

[avana-arts]

Protective Q cause why the hell not xD

[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.

[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.

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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.)

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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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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.

[stardate2603]

Betazoid Interference (Jean-Luc Picard x Reader)

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Ever since the jewels arrived on the Enterprise, you could sense that Deanna was not pleased about the marriage. You were not a Betazoid, but you knew your friend well enough to see behind her expressions when she tried to mask them.

You suppressed a smile when Lwaxana permitted Jean-Luc to carry her luggage. She had just stepped off the transporter, but you already knew her visit would not lack entertainment, much to Deanna's embarrassment.

"Mother!" She objected softly.

"No, no, that's quite alright. I am indebted to your mother for the fine counsellor she..." He tried to lift the luggage with one hand but hesitated when he felt the weight of it. "This way." He carried the luggage, struggling as he led the group down the hallway.

"Mother, this is quite inappropriate," Deanna said, watching Jean-Luc carry the luggage.

"Yes, you do seem to be having difficulty. A man your age must work to keep himself in shape." Lwaxana said.

"Mother, I'm not going another step like this." Deanna stopped walking, turning to her mother, and Jean-Luc put the luggage down. "A starship has customs just as we do." She looked at Mr. Homn, "If you are my mother's valet, then please valet."

The tall man bowed.

"Please, don't let me keep you from doing your duty," Jean-Luc told him.

"I am sorry for her behavior. Do you realize you have embarrassed your captain?" Lwaxana looked at Deanna, and you sent her calming thoughts.

"Oh, no..." Jean-Luc looked at you for help, and you shrugged, smiling softly at the hilarity of the situation.

"And in front of his desired mate." Lwaxana gestured to you, and you bit your lower lip, looking away.

"Mother!"

You placed a hand on her arm gently, "It's alright. I believe I have work to do. So I will see you at dinner, Mrs. Troi."

"Lwaxana." She corrected. "You should wear your hair down, dear, it looks very dull pinned up like that."

"Mother," Deanna warned.

"No, I don't mind. Thank you, Mrs. Tr - Lwaxana." You quickly corrected it.

"I will see you at dinner." She said.

You smiled, nodding before looking at the Captain, a blush forming on your cheeks as you walked away.

A few hours later, after checking in with the different stations on the Enterprise, you went to your quarters to get changed for dinner. You were styling your hair when the door chimed.

"Come in!" You saw the door open in the mirror, and Deanna entered, her steps slow and hesitant.

"I want to apologize to my mother." She told you.

"Forget about it. I have." You looked at her, straightening your uniform. "What do you think?"

"I don't think I have seen you with your hair down before." She smiled.

"It's a special occasion. Besides, your mother is right. It does look better down. There are not many opportunities to do so." You said. "How are you feeling?"

"Anxious, mostly." She told you.

"Have you spoken to Riker?"

"No, not really. I'm hoping to tonight." She sighed. "I am not sure what I can tell him."

"Just be honest with him. That's all he can ask of you. How romantic would it be if he kidnapped you on your wedding day? Running away together." You smiled dreamily.

"He would never do such a thing." She giggled.

"I bet he is thinking about it." You winked.

"We should go before we are late." She smiled.

You agreed and walked to the door, looking back when she stopped following. "Deanna?"

"I just want to say something while we're alone." She hugged you, and you returned it. "I will miss you."

You smiled sadly, "I will miss you too, Deanna." You hugged for a moment before pulling away, attempting to be enthusiastic about dinner. "We better leave now before they wonder if you have run away."

She smiled, following you when you looped your arm with hers.

You quickly found the dinner brought a whole new meaning to the word 'awkward' as Lwaxana chatted away more than necessary, and the gong kept making you flinch in annoyance. You were sure Wyatt was a lovely man, but you could see that neither he nor Deanna were fully prepared for their wedding day.

In an attempt to ease the tension between the two mothers, you tried to distract Lwaxana by bringing up the wedding, rather than having her insult the mother of the groom.

"I was curious about the wedding. I have never been to a Betazed ceremony before." You smiled politely.

"It's an ancient ceremony, wildly regarded as the most beautiful in the universe. After the young couple have removed their clothing -"

"The bride and groom go naked?" Tasha asked.

"All guests must go unclothed." Lwaxana began. "It honors the act of love being celebrated."

You took a long sip of your drink, and she placed a hand over yours. "Don't be silly, dear; your body is in great shape. Besides, the Captain quite enjoys the idea of seeing you unclothed."

You bit your lower lip as your eyes met Jean-Luc's who stammered a response, much to the amusement and intrigue of the crew.

"Oh, give it a rest, mother!" Deanna stormed from her seat and when Mr. Homn hit the gong she knocked it over on her way out of the door

"I better go after her." You stood up from the table and shared a look with Jean-Luc as you left.

For months now you had been dancing around each other. There were times when you believed that he had feelings for you, but then something would happen that would create doubts. You were younger than him, and perhaps that was why he treated you differently. You were a capable Starfleet officer, but he had shown how protective of you he was while allowing you to do your job.

Lwaxana’s comments gave you hope that there was possibly something between you and Jean-Luc, despite his attempts to conceal it. But could you finally be given the chance to do something about it?

Later that evening, you were getting ready for bed, hearing the door chime. You covered your sleepwear with a gown and called for the person to enter.

You were surprised when it was Jean-Luc who walked in.

"Captain, is everything alright?" You asked.

"It was quite the eventful day, wasn't it?" He began.

"Yes," You smiled, moving to sit down on the couch. "Deanna's mother is certainly an outspoken person."

"Yes, very." He agreed, pointing to the space beside you and you gestured for him to join you. "After you had left with Deanna, she told me something that I found to be rather," he paused to find the right word, "enlightening."

"Oh?"

"Yes," He cleared his throat, "She apologized for Deanna's behavior in the corridor earlier,"

You laughed lightly, shaking your head.

"And she told me not to worry about your perception of me. She mentioned that I was getting on a bit so I should be more forward." He continued.

"You have confused me, Captain." You told him.

"Jean-Luc. Please." You smiled when he corrected you, nodding. "For a while now, two months to be precise, I have felt a shift in our working relationship."

"Am I not performing as I should? Because I can -"

He held a hand up, "No, no. That's not what I was referring to." He said. "For two months now I have felt our dynamic change. And I know that I may not have shown it very well, but Mrs Troi encouraged me to -”

"She gave you a speech too, huh?"

"She spoke to you as well?" He asked.

"Well, I was talking to Deanna after she stormed out of dinner when her mother came in. I sent Deanna to go talk to Riker," He raised an eyebrow and you held a hand up, "Long story. But, Mrs Troi told me how loud my thoughts were in the hallway and she said that I should talk to you to put an end to both of our suffering." You smiled at him. "She also mentioned how pornographic your thoughts were at dinner this evening.”

He looked away and you moved closer to him. “She said Xelo never had such thoughts about her. She sounded jealous.”

He glanced at you, smiling as he looked away. You knew he was vulnerable at this moment so it was up to you to take the next step. You placed a hand on his cheek, turning his head to yours, pressing your lips to his gently. You pulled away moments later and met his gaze you knew there was no turning back. Life on the Enterprise would change. For the better.

[clarkimagines]

Jean-Luc Picard, Tasha Yar, Data Soong, Beverly Crusher, and Wesley Crusher When you Have a Panic Attack

Requested by anonymous, I hope you’re okay. I’m here if you need to talk or anything!

Jean-Luc Picard:

He would be a bit surprised by your behavior, but immediately give you a break from your duties. He’d sit you down and try to get you to talk about how you were feeling. Once you told him what you needed, he’d help you through it with a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

Tasha Yar:

Tasha was no stranger to panic attacks—she knew that little things could build up or bring back bad memories, and she told you so. She held you through the panic attack and rubbed your back soothingly, and encouraged you that you were safe and that you could make it through the panic attack.

Data Soong:

He’d be a bit confused by your actions at first, but as soon as he realized what was happening he’d download a manual on how to help. He’d lead you in a grounding exercise, asking you what you see, hear, smell, and feel to get you more focused on your surroundings. Afterward, he’d check in with Dr. Crusher to make sure he did the right thing and would be prepared in the future.

Beverly Crusher:

She recognized the signs of a panic attack immediately during one of your checkups. Immediately, she made sure she was acting calmly and told you she knew what was happening. She made sure you knew how to take care of yourself, asked you if you’d like some music on or if you wanted to talk about it. She mainly stayed quiet and let you work through your feelings.

Wesley Crusher:

He’d be very worried for you and ask you lots of questions to make sure you had everything you needed. He’d give you a hug and sit with you, and he’d reassure you he didn’t think you were weak or silly for having a panic attack. After it was over, he’d talk to you about what caused it and help you figure out ways to prevent them and make sure he knew your triggers.

[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.