#q (star trek) x reader

[sassypossumm]

Who's Being Unreasonable?

Who's to say you're the one being unreasonable? Even if you are... still it's rude to point that out.

I have an unreasonable (but entirely logical) amount of love and obsession for this Vulcan.

Word Count: 795

It had started out simply enough. A minuscule disagreement about nothing in particular... that was until...

"Y/N, you are being unreasonable."  

The match had been struck. You'd stormed out of your shared quarters with Spock, determined to give him the cold shoulder until he saw fit to apologize for the perceived slight. Begrudgingly you admitted to yourself that it really was ludicrous to hold onto a grudge, but it was the principle of the thing... or at least that's what you told herself as you placed the PADD on her desk and leaned back in your chair, stewing over the argument. 

Alright, it would be an exaggeration to classify it as an argument. It had been more of a difference of opinions. A difference of opinions that had devolved into a disagreement. A disagreement that had devolved into Spock calling you unreasonable. You bristled at the thought, the 'wound' still fresh in your mind. 

"I'm not being unreasonable." You grumbled to herself, leaning forward in your chair at the light knock on your office door. 

"Counselor." Spock opened the door and stepped inside. 

"Commander." You said cooly, picking up the PADD and turning your attention to a behavioral study you were following. You knew that he was standing there watching you. And you knew that it was infantile and petty to give him the silent treatment, but darn it, you couldn't bring herself to swallow your pride and admit that you were wrong. 

"Counselor, it may have escaped your notice, but it seems that you haven't consumed adequate nutrients today." Her lips twitched at his concern, but you quickly cleared your throat and glanced at him. 

"It hasn't escaped my notice, Commander." Your tone was calm as you turned your eyes back to the PADD. Spock raised a brow at your childish behavior. 

"You require nourishment, Y/N." You sighed and put the PADD down. 

"I understand what my body needs, Commander." You sighed and put the PADD down, meeting his eyes in challenge. 

"It would seem, Counselor, that you indeed, do not."  His gaze met yours calmy, his tone neutral but firm. 

"I suppose you're going to tell me that I'm being unreasonable again." You folded your arms. 

"Logically speaking, you are indeed behaving in an unreasonable manner. It is irrational to deny yourself nutrition simply because you are angry." Your face turned red. 

"Commander, whether I eat or not is my own personal business. You needn't concern yourself." 

"I would be a negligent partner if I didn't ensure your wellbeing." Spock looked at you pointedly. You felt your face flush in shame. 

"I'll eat."You said quietly, leaning back in the chair, refusing to meet his eyes. He looked at you for a moment longer before nodding. 

"Very well." He turned to leave, pausing mid-step and turned to study her. "I'll see you this evening in our quarters." You nodded without meeting his eyes, relaxing when you heard the door shut. Sighing, you promptly headed for the nearest replicator. 

That Evening

If you hadn't just checked the environmental controls, you would've sworn that the temperature in the room was several degrees colder than usual. You and Spock sat up in bed reading. While neither of you had ever been much for cuddling, all the same, the gap between you was especially noticeable. Placing his PADD on the nightstand, he turned to look at you. 

"It's approximately twenty-three hundred hours. Is it acceptable for me to turn the lights off?" You sighed and put your own PADD on your nightstand. 

"Yeah, that's fine."  

"Computer, dim light settings to an acceptable kelvin for sleeping." The lights slowly dimmed, leaving you in a dark silence. "Good night, Y/N." Spock said simply, rolling over and pulling the covers up to his ears. You lay silently in the darkness for an indeterminable amount of time before his voice broke the silence again. "I care deeply for you, ashayam." 

That did it. 

You scooted closer until you were almost pressed against his back and lightly kissed his shoulder. 

"I'm sorry, ashayam." You whispered against his skin. Spock hummed and rolled onto his back. 

"In light of our reconciliation, it would seem appropriate to engage in physical closeness. You fought a smile and rested your head on his shoulder, lacing your fingers through his. 

"It would be most appropriate." With an affirmative sound he brushed his lips against your temple. "Good night, mon étoile." 

"I'm not certain I'll ever understand your propensity for terms of endearment in a language neither of us are proficient in." 

"Maybe I get it from my father." You chuckled kissing his shoulder again. "Go to sleep." 

"Good night, mon ciel étoilé." He said quietly. You smirked to yourself and let his steady heartbeat lull you to sleep. 

(If you noticed that Y/N is Q coded, then you get a cookie!)

[prettyboypistol]

Accidental Kisses! || TNG Star Trek x Male!Reader

William Riker

You stumbled down the stairs while he was walking up, Willaim lunged to catch you, which knocked your lips together.

"Oh- are you alright, Lieutenant? You took quite a tumble."

You apologize for stumbling into him and kissing him, to which he smiles and waves it off as an accident. After all, there was no harm in it!

Afterwards, he absentmindedly licks his lips and tastes your chapstick, reminding him of the encounter. His cheeks tinge pink- hopefully his feelings still remain a secret

Worf

As Worf's assistant and Assistant Chief of Security, Worf expected you to be in peak physical condition- this kiss happens while sparring- he tackled you to the ground, and in the struggle, you two share a rough kiss.

Worf pins you down by the neck and arms, which effectively left you prone. He mumbles "That better have been an accident." You nod frantically and he releases you.

Apologized for getting too rough with you- blaming it on reflex more than actual aggression. You apologize for the kiss, which still haunts his sweetest dreams to this day.

Data

You had no idea what the fuck happened. Suddenly, you were saying "hi" to Data in the rec room, then his hands were on your cheeks as he kissed you with a mountain of electricity tingling behind his lips.

"What? the hell?" You manage to sputter out, Data seemed confused.

"Apologies if I startled you. I was giving you an authentic European greeting from Earth. Did you feel appropriately greeted and our relationship assured?"

"Data- I- first of all, not all of Europe kisses to greet, NEXT OF ALL, THEY KISS THE CHEEKS!"

Geordi La Forge

It was a moment of excitement shared between you two- a project you both had spent countless nights on performed without a hitch in front of the investors. After the meeting, you two were so excited and hugging- it just sorta... happened.

"Oh- oh my god- I'm so sorry." Geordi apologized quickly as he recoiled away from the hug. "It was an accident."

"Yeah- we were just excited, totally an accident on both ends." You respond just as quickly as your cheeks burn up.

Q

Alright, this kiss isn't an accident. He's pissing you off by bothing you during your work, begging for you to entertain him. He wants a human experience! He already looks like one in this form! Do something human!

So, you punched him in the gut, then kiss him roughly- tongue invaded his mouth in a way that made his eyes roll back into his skull at the feeling of being properly paid attention to- even more than expected!

Q finally shut up for a good while as he behaved himself- at the promise of more of those. So, he sat down next to your station and waited patiently for you to be done with our work- then he kissed you!

His kiss was- well, it was Q, what did you expect?

[daydreamlib]

⋰˚☆ 𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙘. 𝙫𝙤𝙡. 𝟮

𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘳: 𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 ♡

♡ — 𝗌: 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 | 𝖺: 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗌𝗍 | 𝖿: 𝖿𝗅𝗎𝖿𝖿

♡ — 𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗍

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟣

♡ — 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖼. 𝗏𝗈𝗅. 𝟥

╰ ⌗ 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 

the xx file (jonathan byers; s)

alexei surprising you (alexei; s)

breeding kink (alexei; s)

hi, pretty (steve harrington; s)

neglected husband (steve harrington; s)

single dad/dilf!steve and the babysitter (steve harrington; s)

it happened one night in detention (abo!universe; eddie munson; s)

take the edge off (eddie munson; s)

who’s to say (older!eddie munson; s)

worship (eddie munson; s)

trailer park babydoll (wayne munson; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗸

an interrupted nap (montgomery scott; s)

of oil and antiseptic (a/b/o universe; alpha!montgomery scott; s)

the natural order (a/b/o universe; alpha!leonard “bones” mccoy; s)

the seduction of scotty (montgomery scott; f)

hold my hand (montgomery scott; f)

worrying about scotty when he’s on a mission (montgomery scott; f)

red (montgomery scott; a, f)

being held hostage and bones worrying sick (leonard “bones” mccoy; a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺���𝗹𝗮 𝟭

braids (max verstappen; f)

rings (lance stroll; f)

obsessed (lance stroll; f)

green suits you (lance stroll; f)

biggest champion (lance stroll; f)

lover (oscar piastri; married!au; f)

wildflowers and fruits (series; lance stroll; s, a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗮𝘂𝗱

home movie (s)

squirm (vincent renzi; s)

keep watching (vincent renzi; s)

sometimes, love isn’t enough (vincent renzi; a)

a gloomy december morning (vincent renzi; f)

soft, early morning (vincent renzi; s, f)

touch starved (vincent renzi; s, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗴𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗺

a personal experiment (s)

daylight (f)

sleeping buddies (f)

death and doughnuts (f)

rock, paper, scissors (f)

nightmares (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗼

love to lay (s)

“i’m not wearing underwear, thought you’d like to know.” (s)

shivers (s)

dirty mouth (s)

somnophilia (s)

nights like this (s, f)

chef’s kiss (s, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗱𝘄𝗶𝗻 𝗶𝘃

life always comes down to a game of chess (f)

what good may come (f)

maybe in another life (a, f)

you’re worth the pain (a, f)

the white rose of jerusalem (a, f)

you are the one i’d come looking for. over and over and over again (a, f)

╰ ⌗ 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗺 𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿 

the delinquent (marriage!au; flip zimmerman; s)

lemonade (marriage!au; flip zimmerman; s)

love on me (ancient emperor!au; kylo ren; s)

bedding (medieval!au; kylo ren; s)

paris pregnancy (mob!kylo ren; s)

╰ ⌗ 𝗾 '𝗷𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱'

sadness is fixed with coffee cake and cuddles (f)

late night’s and tea (f)

birthday cuddles (f)

every breath we drew (a, f)

logical fallacy (series; a, f)

[wrathkitty]

Story/Series Masterlist

Hellooo! Thanks for stumbling onto this. My fandoms primarily are The Mandalorian and Star Trek: TNG, but there's also The Last of Us, Avengers, Portal 2, and The Good Place. I try to stick as closely to the original source material as possible, I know the canon and the characters, and probably throw in more Easter eggs and other blink-and-you'll-miss-it references than I should.

If you're one for strong and snarky Readers/OFCs (here there be swearing), slow burns (envision a glacier), angst (it's a good kind of pain), and humor (lulz), then this is probably a good place to come waste some time. 👻

* Current works in progress *

Short Debts Make Long Friends - (The Mandalorian; Din Djarin/Reader)

An over-educated, underpaid millennial finally gets to go on her first adventure. 1.6k kudos on Ao3. POV Mando and Reader.

Why Don't You Sit Right Down and Stay Awhile - One-shots from "Short Debts" that admittedly are the walking definition of 'crack treated seriously'

- Can Your Helmet Play Elevator Music? - Oh, This is Much Worse- ...It was a Custom Piece

Completed stories:

Hello, My Dear - (Star Trek: TNG; Reader/Q)

Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships. POV Q and Reader.

As Q Like It - One-shots from "Hello, My Dear," which primarily remain within in TNG but also wander into Voyager and other territories, but none beyond the Neutral Zone

- Shoo, Q! - TNG; Lower Decks; POV Ensign - Does the Other Party In This Scenario Go By Some Form of Epithet, Identification, or Nomenclature? - TNG; POV Data - You Have Three Choices - TNG; POV Q - That Wasn't the Actual Question - TNG; POV Reader - Do I Always Have to Have a Reason to Stop By? - TNG; POV Reader - I Haven't the Vaguest Idea of What You're Talking About - TNG, POV Q - Silver Q - Picard, POV Q

To My Brother, Thor, Whom I Slept With - (Avengers; Loki & Thor)

One-shots about the shenanigans of a young Loki and Thor, and why the young princes of Asgard are the best birth control ever. Primarily Loki's POV, but also occasionally POV Odin and Frigga regretting their choices)

- Great Aunt Snotra's Funeral- A Midnight Lesson in the Current Events of Midgard - The People vs. The Brothers Odinson, or That Time Loki Thought It Was a Bright Idea to Appear on Daytime TV - One Flew Over the Ravens' Nest (Even the Gods Can Be - Psychoanalyzed)

Come Downstairs and Say Hello - (Portal 2; Chell/Wheatley)

With Wheatley in tow, Chell might as well write "DISPENSE PRODUCT HERE" on her shirt and throw herself in front of a turret...but she can't leave him behind, either. POV Chell, Wheatley, and GLaDOS.

Other works in progress that I don't have the heart to admit to myself are probably on permanent hiatus:

Bang, Zoom, Straight to the Moon - (The Last of Us; Joel/OFC)

Joel has been more than happy to let Ellie sabotage his love life since their arrival in Jackson, but all bets are off after she learns that the town’s most recent arrival is a former astronaut. The new gal is smart, single, pretty, and good with a gun. And she’s gone to mother *fucking* space. Joel POV.

Lucky Denver Mint - (Logan Lucky; Clyde Logan/OFC)

The stars over Boone County never looked brighter than the night a pretty astrophysicist walked into Clyde Logan’s bar. Clyde POV.

The Sleazy Place - (The Good Place)

The possibility of Michael never making into the Good Place is why Janet [literally] reassemble the Soul Squad - and what they owe Michael is why Eleanor doesn't hesitate to team up with her friends one last time to try and save their favorite former fire-squid. Eleanor POV. ...She just needs to finish that margarita first.

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[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

i have an idea for a q x reader (specifically the one from the next generation cuz idk) but i have absolutely no writing pizzazz so id thought you’d like to hear about it:

ok so reader (can be she/her or gender neutral whatever ur comfy w/) works on the enterprise and she was betrothed to a guy when she was born. he’s a bit of a jerk, she doesn’t rlly wanna marry him BUT in grooms society a betrothal is a binding vow so the crew on the enterprise can’t interfere with it as it’s their way of life (cuz i THIIIINK that goes against the prime directive im not too sure tho). so anyways she/they is feeling a little bit down so she decideds to pray to *any* god out there to help her (i think you know where this is going accidental summoning of god trope here we go). SOOO unfortunately she summons Q. Q says “i’ll help you, but you need to get married to me instead because ever since i was turned into a human i’ve wanted to know what that’s like and fortunately ur in the right place at the right time girlfriend”. reader says yes cuz again groom is a jerk. their relationship develops (and obviously everybody on the enterprise and their mothers are VRRY mad, picard even more so).

if the reader ever does develop actual feelings for him and turn it into a fluffy fic or if she is totally disinterested and it can be a lil angsty twinge that’s for you to decide. SORRY if this is too many details and doesn’t rlly leave room for creativity i tried to keep it as barebones as possible. again if you wanna write this that’s totally up to you and i 100% respect it if you don’t but if you do see this and it catches ur interest then im glad i asked. love ur stuff 🫶

I do.

Q x fem!reader (3rd POV) Words: 3.1K Warnings: Arranged marriage, marriage of convinience A/N: Thanks again for the request @franlovesyouu and I am so sorry again, that it took so long. I changed a bit, I hope that's okay. Hope you still enjoy it :) P.S. the fiancé became a bit of an asshole. Sorry for that

His hand lay on her back and travelled up and down. She felt sick and had to turn to the side as the mere sight of him was too much for her. From the corner of her eye, she could see that Worf and Will, among others, were sitting at one of the tables nearby, watching her tensely. She tried to give them an encouraging smile, but she already knew it would be useless. There was nothing encouraging about the situation.

Just then, she could feel Esua's hand move from her back to her waist and pull her towards her. "Hey. Eyes on me sweetie." His breath reeked of alcohol and she squeezed her eyes shut as tightly as she could to stifle the tears that suddenly welled up, but before she did, she could see Worf sit up straighter and was held back by a grim-looking Will. "Hey!"

His fingers gripped her chin firmly and he turned her face almost brutally towards him.

Reluctantly, she opened her eyes and looked at him, still fighting back the tears. He grinned smugly. "' That's good." She managed a growl and yanked her head out of his grasp. "Don't. I told you I don't like it." His fingers tightened around her chin again, this time with more pressure, and she was sure she'd bruise. "You are my wife. You have to obey me, whether you like it or not."

Her heart grew heavy and at the same time she felt like she was going to throw up. She tore herself away again and stood up this time to get some space between herself and him.

"I'm not your wife yet," she hissed softly so as not to draw attention to her, but she couldn't stop the tears from welling up in her eyes. "Which means you have nothing to dictate to me."

She turned on the spot and stormed towards the door. Will stood up, concern clearly visible, but she just shook her head. She just wanted to be alone

At that moment, she was glad that she could have mapped out the layout of the ship in her sleep, as her vision was obscured by a veil of tears that allowed her to make out nothing more than outlines. She only allowed the tears to flow freely when the doors to her quarters closed behind her and she was in the private safety of herself.

A sob escaped her, clawing at the back of her throat, and she pressed a hand over her mouth to stifle the sound. Even if the walls were soundproofed, there was that small part of her that refused to shed tears over this man. She wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"God," she gasped, running her hands vigorously over her face in the hope of getting a hold of herself without much success. "Pull yourself together. You're strong, not fussy, you shouldn't be sitting here crying."

But no matter how hard she tried to keep it together, she couldn't and eventually the first hot tears began to roll down her cheeks. As soon as the liquid wet her skin, there was no escape in sight and as much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't help but collapse on her sofa, sobbing.

She should have been more composed and in control of herself by now. After all, she knew it would come to this since she was a little girl. The Drakthar, her people, were a fairly traditional people, as the humans liked to call them, and betrothals of children for political and social benefits were not uncommon and more importantly: binding. There were very few reasons why a betrothal could be broken off and Esau, as obnoxious as he was, was no fool and had taken meticulous care to ensure that none of these cases would occur.

And she had actually come to terms with it by now. However, now that the wedding date was only a few months away and the time when the bride and groom were supposed to be together began, the whole thing seemed so much more realistic and threatening.

She knew that crying wouldn't help her either. She would have to marry Esau and spend her life by his side.

Not even the Enterprise could help her, as it was already clear that he would live here with her.

There was no escape. And yet she caught herself as it escaped her lips. "Please, someone, help," she pleaded, but knew it was useless. No one would be able to help her. No one.

At some point, she must have fallen asleep, exhausted and weeping, because she woke up as a flash of light coursed through her quarters. Sleepy and a little disorientated, she looked around and it wasn't long before her eyes fell on the tall, brunette man in the captain's uniform, who was looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous smirk on his lips. She had never seen him before, let alone met him in person, but it was no secret who was standing in front of her.

"Wrong quarters Q," she muttered, more resigned than angry and annoyed, which was probably how she should feel. "The captain's quarters are on a different deck."

Q, however, contrary to her expectations, did not move more than a step towards her. "No, no, my dear lieutenant, I'm definitely in the right place."

She frowned, but didn't have enough energy to actively argue with him. "Q, please. I'm really not in the mood for any games."

Q clicked his tongue admonishingly and stepped a little closer to her. "So ungrateful. Even though I've generously agreed to help you out." These words caught her attention and she straightened up a little on the sofa, confusion clear on her tear-streaked face. "To help out? How so?"

The grin had returned to his face and he seemed to take her question as an invitation to come closer. "I've heard your dilemma, with this ... creature you're supposed to marry because of your parents' wishes. Truly awful, no taste this man, just his choice of clothes seems even more boring than you mortals normally wear."

She didn't interrupt him, no matter how much she wanted to argue with him. She was desperate and if he actually had a way to help her, she would take it, no matter how impossible it seemed.

"But don't despair, for I have heard your plea!" Q spread his arms out as if he were standing in front of a huge crowd and giving a speech that would be followed by thunderous applause. She didn't clap, but simply raised a brow.

"Please don't get me wrong, I don't want to underestimate you or anything, but how are you going to help me? Breaking a Dratharkian engagement is next to impossible." Q smiled and leaned forward so that his face hovered directly in front of hers, allowing her to see the twinkle of mischief in his eyes. "But not completely." He snapped his fingers and a scroll appeared in his hand with a small flash of light.

In a loud voice, as if he were standing in an open courtyard, he proclaimed, "A betrothal between the son and daughter of Drothrak is to be cancelled only if the son has betrayed the daughter; if the family of one harms the family of the other; if the daughter of Drothrak is claimed by divinity; or if the son of Drothrak is unable to provide a life for the daughter."

He rolled up the scroll again and it disappeared in another flash of light as he looked at it expectantly.

But she was only the more confused and devoted than before. "I know the rules, Q. And trust me when I say that none of them apply to me. Esau has not deceived me, at least not demonstrably, or cannot provide for me, nor do our families have a feud that can prevent this marriage. There is no way out." She pulled her knees to her chest.

Q, however, sighed heavily and dramatically and shook his head. "And here I thought I'd caught an intelligent mortal." He leaned further forward so that their faces were inches apart as she glared angrily at him. "What about the fourth exception?"

She snorted and turned her head away so she no longer had to stare into his irritating eyes. "Oh of course, how could I forget, silly me. Let me just call our neighbouring god and see if he can 'claim' me. Of course, how could I not think of that."

She expected a snippy comment from Q, but he remained silent, which irritated her even more. Although it was the first time she had met the omnipotent man, she knew from stories that he rarely remained silent. When she turned back to him, however, he only looked at her expectantly, somewhat amused, she thought, and seemed to be waiting for her to come to the conclusion he had already reached.

With a furrowed brow, she looked at him in turn and thought hard, mentally going over the things he had told her and the things she knew, and suddenly everything seemed to click into place. She widened her eyes and looked at him in surprise. "Oh."

"There you go!" Q straightened up and spread his arms. Out of nowhere, fanfares sounded and confetti fell to the floor like an awards ceremony. "The penny has dropped."

She was still a little behind, a little overwhelmed by the revelation. "You want to claim me?" Q grimaced slightly. "Claiming is such an outdated term. Very toxically masculine, don't you think? No, no, my dear. I'm offering you marriage."

The situation seemed to be slipping away from her more by the second. "You want to marry me?" Her voice got a little too high for her taste towards the end. "So my solution to escaping a marriage is to enter into another one?"

Q clicked his tongue again. "Well, I certainly hope that my presence is a lot more pleasant than that deadbeat's." She didn't even try to answer. "But why? What benefit could you possibly gain from it?" "Can't you just settle for me trying to help you?" Q was beginning to look a little annoyed and massaged the bridge of his nose, but she withstood his piercing gaze.

"You're offering to marry me. If you know our laws so well, you should know that a marriage like this cannot be dissolved. Never. So forgive me if I would like to know your motives before I bind myself to you for the rest of my life." Q stared at her for a few moments, as if contemplating whether it was worth it, before sighing devotedly and waving his hand dismissively in the air. "I've become curious." She raised her eyebrow in disbelief. "Curious? About marriage?"

He just snorted. "Don't sound so surprised. I was mortal myself. Admittedly not for long and it was an experience I would have liked to avoid, but there were definitely aspects that piqued my interest. And one of them is marriage."

His gaze slid to the porthole and his eyes flickered back and forth, as if trying to burn each passing star into his memory. "The idea that you choose one person to spend every moment of the rest of your life with... It's a strange thought, but an interesting one."

"Q," she muttered warningly. "If I agree to this, you'll be the one. This is not a game. I won't force you to spend time with me or anything like that, but I won't be allowed to have any other kind of relationship. So you need to be clear about what it means and be sure you're serious."

He looked at her and for the first time she truly felt that the man in front of her was eons old and had seen unimaginable things, just from the way his eyes looked in the dim light. " I am more than aware of the fact." She nodded slowly and exhaled shakily. She had to be insane, completely insane. Then again... What choice did she have? Q tilted his head. "I take it you'll accept the offer?"

A bittersweet smile settled on her lips. "I do."

~**~

"This is irresponsible! A disgrace!" Her mother's voice rang shrill and sharp in her ears, but she couldn't help but smile slightly herself. They were sitting in the captain's office and for the last ten minutes she had been listening to her mother and Esau's mother ranting in turn. Esau himself was sitting next to her, devastated.

Opposite her sat the captain and Will, both with serious faces, although she thought she saw the hint of a slight smile on Will's lips. "How dare you?" "Hasn't been particularly hard," she returned, which didn't make either woman particularly happy. "You've brought shame on both our families," Lytal, the mother of her ex-fiancé, screeched. "Esau was supposed to be your husband! You had obligations!"

"Ladies," said Picard, who had risen from his chair. His face was one of practised neutrality, but she could see the little sparkle in his eyes as his gaze flitted over to her for a brief moment. "I don't think this is going to get us anywhere. What's done is done."

"It's not valid," her mother hissed and she let out an annoyed sigh. "Mother, I've already explained it to you several times: Q and I followed the traditional rites. We are legally married according to Drothraki and Federation law. You can't undo it, when will you finally understand!" "You were betrothed to Esau, that's binding!" "I obeyed the law, Lytal." She was getting tired of it all. She had already repeated herself at least four times. "It is written in the law of our people that a betrothal can be cancelled if the bride is claimed by a god. That's what happened."

Lytal was fuming, so much so that she was sure the woman was about to burst a vein. "This is nothing more than a loophole, something added for the sake of etiquette-"

"And still part of the law!" Her mother gasped. "You apologise for your behaviour right now!" She exhaled slowly and squeezed out a forced smile before turning to Picard, to everyone's surprise. "My mother is right. I apologise for all the inconvenience I've caused you. I realise that I have caused some problems, but I hope you can understand my motives, sir."

She could see how hard it was for Picard not to smile. Will had completely given up, the smug grin clearly visible on his face. Her mum didn't think of it as funny.

"You ungrateful child!" She stormed towards her, her hand raised, but she didn't get far. A flash of light travelled across the room and suddenly Q stood between them, his eyebrow raised in warning, his expression one of amused annoyance. "Ladies, I think that's enough." There was something threatening in his tone.

"If any of you lay a hand on her, you'll have a problem with me, and believe me-" there was an almost dangerous glint in his eyes "- no one wants that." Both her mother and Lytal recoiled, frightened and the protest stifled in their throats, while Esau watched him sceptically from the corner. Picard, for his part, cleared his throat. "Q, I think that's enough."

However, he only snorted and just stepped far enough to the side for her to see him, but close enough to be able to step between them again in an emergency. "My own mother-in-law wanted to go after her daughter. My wife! As amusing as the whole thing has been so far, I would be neglecting my marital duties if I didn't intervene."

His gaze hardened as he looked back at the two women and Esau. "She is now under my protection. Any harm done to her will be dealt with in... creative ways." It truly amused her how quickly the colour drained from the three's faces the longer Q stared at them.

Will cleared his throat this time and stood up too, so that everyone present was now standing. "Let's face it: it can't be changed. The necessary documents have been submitted to prove that the marriage between her and Q was concluded months ago and is legitimate. However they managed that."

She had to suppress a grin, whereas Q presented his openly. It certainly had its advantages when space and time were no longer obstacles. "We should concentrate on what the lieutenant desires and what she wants."

He turned to her. "Lieutenant, did this marriage take place according to your wishes? You were not forced?" She nodded. "Yes, sir, it was all with my consent." "There you have it." Q raised his arms as if to say 'I told you so'. "Problem solved." Picard and Will exchanged a few glances before he turned to the two mothers. "As Commander Riker said, there's nothing we can do legally. And since the lieutenant is satisfied, we're not going to intervene. So we have no choice but to accept the whole thing and put it behind us."

Her mother turned red in the face again and seemed to want to say something, as did Lytal, but both were held back by Esau. "Leave it," he muttered, pulling them towards the door. "It's not worth it."

Q eyed her with a smug smile. "Smart decision, little mortal." He gave Q a scathing look, which wasn't particularly intimidating, before the door closed behind them and she exhaled in relief. With a somewhat exhausted smile, she turned to Picard. "Forgive me again, Captain." He just nodded. "Dismissed." She could still see Will's grin before she and Q disappeared in a flash of light and emerged in her quarters, where she dropped onto the sofa with a frustrated sound. Q followed quietly and settled down on the cushion. "You held yourself well. For a mortal."

It sounded derogatory, but she had learnt to read his mood over the last few months. He was impressed and pleased, at least a little. She turned her head slightly so that she could see him and noticed him twirling the ring on his hand, lost in thought, before he quickly withdrew his hand.

"Thank you Q. For stepping in." He just shrugged his shoulders, but she could see how pleased he was with the praise. "I would be a terrible husband if I didn't defend my wife's honour and health. I've learnt that much, after all."

She smiled. Although their relationship was not exactly a romantic one, she had grown fond of the god. And who knew what might come of it?

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Don't know if you still wanna be tagged since I've been gone for a bit, but still did it just to be sure.

@bigblissandlove1 @akamitrani

[lyssak09]

hello love!! could i please request yandere headcanons for Q from star trek: tng? thank youu so much!!! <3

Yandere Q hcs

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG!!!! Q is a basically canonically Yandere for Captain Janeway in Voyager. Also please enjoy my friend! 💙

Q is a manipulative, narcissistic, obsessive, and possessive yandere.

He first met you on one of his many adventures to f*ck with Picard and everyone on Enterprise. You were covering for one of your friends on the bridge.

When he saw you he froze, and he never freezes because of a puny human. You were just so breath taking.

Maybe you're different from humans. Or you're using some weird power over him, but thats highly unlikely.

Q continues his antics but he harasses you a bit. To the point Picard notices it.

Picard finds it annoying how often he harasses you during his time messing with the enterprise, and how often he forces you to be involved.

If Q doesn't see you while screwing with the Enterprise then he will force you to become a part of it some how, including threatening the captain and enterprise.

"Oh Picard, where is that little Lieutenant of yours? Its almost like you're hiding her from me. Don't tell me I have to shake the ship down till I find her?"

Q loves telling you how lucky you are to have caught the eye of an all powerful being like him. He also loves showing off how powerful he is.

He basically uses his powers as pallor tricks to impress show you how truly amazing he is.

Q periodically comes on the Enterprise to see you, and to piss of Picard.

He gets really mad if you're living your life avoidng him when he comes to visit. How dare you go on a lunch date! He is right here.

______________

“Oh, darling!” You hear a familiar voice say. ‘Oh god.’ you think. You duck your head down and look toward your date, “Don’t do anything to draw his attention please!”. Your date looks at you extremely confused, “Why are you hiding from Q?”, they whisper. You shake your head, saying you’ll explain later. All while Q is scanning the room for you, he starts to get more frustrated the longer he can’t find you. But then unfortunately for you, your server has come with your food, drawing Q’s attention to you. “Ahha! There you are my little-” Q starts to say as he nears you but then he notices you’re not sitting alone. His smile drops and his face tightens. “Who are you?” he hissed. Your date is about to introduce themselves when Q interrupts them, “Actually, I don’t care. I already know you’re an insignificant speck of matter, who has no right to be associating yourself with Y/N.”. You try to defend your date but Q snaps his fingers and sends your date to god knows where. He turns his attention back towards you, arms folded and nostrils flaring. “You should know better than to associate yourself with people like them” Q sneers. He gives you a hard stare before his personality takes a flip. “Why don’t we go eat somewhere new, hm? If you’re good I might bring your ‘friend’ back to the ship. Key word, might.”

Q loves to give you little tests, to see how you’ll respond and react. He says it's to gain more information on you humans for the continuum but that's a lie. 

He’ll try giving you powers just like he did to Riker, but whatever your answer is it doesn’t matter, he’ll find it fascinating either way. 

Because that's what you are to him, you’re a fascinating incredible human. Not that he’ll admit that to you. 

“Your race is so fascinating, you do realize how lucky you are to have caught my eye right?”

Q will eventually take you, one way or another. He already has a special dimension just for the two of you. 

The bridge crew will do whatever they can to protect you though. But it won’t be enough against him. Not unless they’re willing to start a war against an omnipotent being. 

______________

“Just give her to me and I’ll send you and your ship on your way Picard.” Q offered. Picard looks at him like he’s insane. “In case you haven’t noticed Q, but our civilization has evolved past selling humans.”, Picard spat. Q rolls his eyes which ticks Riker off. “Look Q, we’re not giving her to you. She’s a human being with rights, including the right to not give herself to a narcissistic lunatic.” Riker sneers at Q. Picard gives him a scolding look before continuing to argue with Q, “You’re not getting her Q. Now leave before this gets serious.”. Q chuckles darkly before giving Picard a pointed look. “I’m giving you one last chance Picard. Just bring her to me and nothing bad will happen.”. “That's not going to happen Q.” He glowered. Q let out a big sigh before giving Picard a wicked grin. “Well, that's too bad.” Q laughs as the ship starts to shake.

He can give you everything you could ever want, all you have to do is give in to him. Just give in and there won’t be a problem, no one will have to get hurt. Just give in

Q is willing to do and give you everything. He’ll show you the multiple universes to your heart's content, he’ll shower you with presents. But he’ll say it's because of how lucky you are to have him, not because he desperately wants to shower you with affection. 

He’ll also manipulate you to love on him. This man is desperate for your touch. Even just accidentally brushing your hand against him will do something to him.

Q can change his appearance, but he thinks the human form he’s chosen is amazing. He will change his appearance for you, but only slightly. And he won’t admit he did it because he overheard your dream guy has blue or green eyes. No, he didn’t add freckles to himself because he heard you talking about them with a coworker. He just felt like changing things up! That's why, no other reason. 

He’ll be willing to change certain things in the bedroom though, but that's for another day another headcanons. 

After a while of beating around the bush and acting subtly, he’ll just start being straightforward. (If you can call how he was acting that.)

He’ll start showing up in your quarters when you come from duty, he has changed how they looked to appear like a wedding venue and he’ll be wearing a suit and tie.

“There’s my dear little human! Are you ready for our wedding? I made it look just as amazing and spectacular as we are together.”

As time goes on his straightforwardness will get worse. Like, extremely.

“Oh my god!” You yell after coming from duty and finding a naked Q on your bed. He had just barely covered himself in rose petals. “Salut mon chéri,” Q purs with a rose in his mouth. You look around and notice all the lit candles, dimmed lights, and wine glasses. Before he knows it you’ve started throwing things at him, screaming for him to get out. He reluctantly leaves before you try attacking him.

I hope you understand how lucky you are that he hasn’t truly used his powers on you. He’s an omnipotent being for universes’ sake! With a snap of his fingers, he could have you in another universe with just you and him. Q could force you to agree to marry him. He could even force yourself on him if he gets that desperate. 

But, just because he hasn’t really used his powers yet doesn’t mean he won’t. Hopefully, you won’t push him that far.

I told you he’s utterly devoted to you right?

Like to an unhealthy amount, (who am I kidding, isn’t that part of the yandere criteria?)

Just the mere look of another human could set him off.

“Who do you think I am you harlot?! How dare you look into my eyes! I’m taken!”

The same goes if someone even glances at you. You’ll need to hold him back or something.

“HOW DARE YOU TRY TO GET INTO HER PANTS YOU WHORE!” He screeches and tries to lunge and attack the poor ensign who accidentally touched your arm. While you’re struggling to hold him back by his arm.

I’ve already mentioned that he’s manipulative but I didn’t explain how good he is at it. Of course, his powers help him manipulate people, but even without them, he’s still got a nack for it. He’s especially good at manipulating you with your own emotions. 

Q will use fear, guilt, anger, sadness, and any emotion of yours against yourself. 

Have a stalker (who he totally didn’t create) who won’t leave you be? He’ll send him away! Only if you kiss him though.

Your friend has an unexplainable incurable disease and is dying? Q will fix them up even better than before! Just agree to a date with him.

Your favorite commander (whom you were better than friends with) sacrificed themselves to save you and now you have not only grief but survivor’s guilt? He’ll bring him back with a flick of his wrist! You have to marry him and stay by his side forever though.

Just agree to be his forever and everything will be fine. Sure you might not see your family or friends again. But you’ll see every dimension and universe imaginable! And, no one gets hurt.

So unless you’re willing to sacrifice your friends’ lives, hell even the whole ship, just so he might have difficulty getting you, then by all means! Go ahead.

Just remember how much the crew cares for you, and how little Q cares for them.

[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

[the-autistic-vulcan]

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[ericac318]

Choosing Love

Summary:

Before the events of Star Trek: Picard season 2, Q met the love of his life in Rose Carter. Will Q let her join him on his mission to ensure Picard has the same opportunity to find love that Q has found with her? This is not 100% canon compliant. QxOC

Chapter 4

“My darling,” Q began as he sat next to Rose in their 2024 apartment, “There is a piece to this mission that I need to do on my own. I’ll be back to get you as soon as it’s completed. Will you agree to this, please?”

Rose sighed, “I thought you promised to never leave me behind again?”

“You are completely correct,” he countered, “However, this last part needs to be between myself and Jean Luc. He has reached a very important moment in his journey and I need to be there to give him the final push. You won’t be alone for long, I promise,” he stated before he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

She couldn’t help it when the tears started rolling down her cheeks.

“Woah, woah, woah,’ Q reacted as he pulled her tighter into his embrace, “What’s all of this for? I’ll be back before you even know I’m gone,” he added, hoping to comfort and reassure her.

She gathered herself enough to be able to speak, “What if you die while you’re gone? I’ll never see you again and I’ll be stuck here forever.” Her voice crumbled into sobs as she shared her true fears.

“That will not happen,” he promised, “And, even if I did die, you wouldn’t be stranded here. Another one of the Qs will bring you home. I promise. But, you have nothing to fear, my love. I will be back to retrieve you. I refuse to leave this universe without looking at your beautiful face, at least, one more time,” he lamented, against his better judgment. This wasn’t supposed to be a goodbye at all, any version of one.

Rose pulled out of his strong arms so she could look into his perfect eyes, “I trust you. Go ahead and finish this thing with Picard. I’ll be here waiting for you. Just promise me that you’ll be careful and that you’ll return. I don’t want to meet another Q. I want you,” she revealed, as she sniffed her nose, trying to compose herself and be strong for him.

“I promise, my dear,” he guaranteed as he leaned down and placed his lips to hers, kissing her with every fiber of passion in his being.

When he released her, he stole another quick kiss, ghosting his lips across her cheek, “I will be back before you know it. You will barely know I’ve left. I love you, my dear sweet Rose. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me in all my many years. Know that,” he whispered as he leaned in toward her ear.

His words caused a shiver along her spine as she grasped his forearm to keep him for one more moment, “I love you too. I know I haven’t been alive as long as you have, by a long shot. But you are the only person that I have ever truly loved. And, I will love you for as long as I’m alive and every day after. You are my soulmate,” Rose added as the couple shared another quick but passionate kiss before Q snapped and disappeared, leaving her alone to sit with her worries.

Hours later, that felt like days, Q reappeared before Rose, but something was wrong. He was weak.

She jumped up and rushed to his side to take some of his weight, “What happened to you?” she asked, afraid to hear the answer.

He took a moment to regulate his breathing before he spoke, “Jean Luc was able to let go of the ghosts haunting his past. Unfortunately, I’ve used almost all of the power I had left in the process. I have two good snaps left in me.” Q made eye contact with Rose, “I’m so sorry, my love. I truly thought we had more time,” he stated as he snapped, bringing the couple into the woods where Picard and his people were waiting, not giving her a chance to get upset.

“Q, you look awful,” Picard commented upon his and Rose’s arrival, “Are you alright?”

Q straightened himself, releasing Rose in the process, unwilling to say goodbye to Picard looking anything less than himself. “I am just fine and I need to get you all back to where you belong, including my dear Rose. Jean Luc, please look after her. This snap will be the last thing I’m ever able to do,” he shared, honestly showing vulnerability that only Rose had ever seen.

“Are you sure?” Picard questioned, reaching out and placing his hand on Q’s upper arm, “We could stay in this time. I know you’ve been a thorn in my side for many years, but I’m not ready to say farewell,” he shared,

Picard’s words caused Rose to finally lose control of her emotions. She began to sob as she raced toward Q, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“I understand why you have to do this but I’m not ready,” Rose managed to choke out through her breakdown.

Q turned away from Picard to face Rose, “I will miss you so much, my love. You’ll find someone else, I’m sure of it. Don’t cry over me. I want to remember that beautiful face with the radiant smile you sport so well, not this,” he wiped her tears, “Please be strong, for me?”

Rose took a deep breath, inhaling her emotions, as she composed herself, “For you, of course.”

Q placed a kiss on her forehead before he turned back to Picard, “Are you all ready to return to your time period?” he asked, matter-of-factly as if this wasn’t his last act as a living being.

Picard embraced Q, “If this is the end, then I want to say goodbye properly. I will miss you, old friend,” he shared as he released Q.

Before Q could snap his fingers, sending everyone but himself home, the group was interrupted by the entrance of another Q.

“Q?” Q questioned at the interruption, “What are you doing here?”

The other Q glanced at Rose, noting she was emotional once again, “I am here to make you an offer, bother.”

“And what is that?” Q inquired as he moved back a few steps, pulling Rose into his arms, wishing he could erase himself from her memory to stop the pain she was experiencing.

The other Q spoke, “This snap will certainly be your demise, but if you’d like me to send everyone home I will.”

“What do I have to do for you to offer that?” Q questioned, his eyebrow raised.

The other Q responded, “I will offer you a mortal life. You will live as long as Rose Carter. When she passed, you will go by her side. What do you say? You will no longer have your powers, but you will have much more time.”

Q was shocked as he looked down at his Rose and then at Picard, who was wearing a dopey grin of approval.

“Rose, my dear,” Q began, “What do you think I should do?”

Rose shook her head, “I can’t make this decision for you. I know how much you love your powers and I would understand if you chose to use them once more instead of having more time with me. This is your choice to make,” she offered as she took a step away from him so she wouldn’t be influencing his decision.

Q looked at his fellow Q and nodded, “I choose a mortal life. I would much rather live out my days with Rose than continue menacing the galaxy. I humbly accept your proposal,” he added as he reached for Rose’s hand which she gladly took.

“Very well,” the other Q stated as he snapped.

The world disappeared for a brief moment before it came into view again. Rose found herself in her apartment, alone.

She attempted to keep herself composed as she looked for Q, realizing that he could have changed his mind at the last minute. She was holding back her breakdown as she sat down on her sofa, taking a deep breath.

Moments later, Q appeared before her, just as he had done before she’d gone on this adventure with him.

“Don’t look so sad, my darling,” he whispered as he moved to sit beside her, wrapping his arm around her, “I had a few things to finish up at the Continuum before I could rejoin you for our mortal life. Travel is going to be so tedious from now on,” he joked, earning a slap from her.

Rose removed herself from his grasp so she could straddle him, wrapping her arms around his neck, “Don’t make jokes. I thought I was about to lose you,” she held back her tears as she placed kisses along his cheek, jawline, and lips.

“I told you I wouldn’t be leaving you anytime soon,” he teased as he moved his hips involuntarily against her, “You have to learn to trust me, my dear.”

“I love you so much,” Rose whispered into his ear before she placed her lips against his.

Q broke the kiss, for a moment, “And, I love you. Now, that we have all of this time together we can do whatever you want. Start a family, travel the world, anything you can imagine with no magic involved, of course,” he added, teasing her as she felt her bite his lower lip, sucking it into her mouth.

“I don’t care what we do as long I have you by my side, dummy,” Rose confessed as she resumed their kiss while moving her hands underneath his turtleneck, running her fingernails along his skin, causing him to gasp against her lips.

The End

A/N: In Q’s ‘final’ moment, he tells Picard, “See you out there.” I choose to believe that this means he’s still out there somewhere and he could reappear at any moment. I hope you enjoyed my story.

[misaverawrites]

hey guys! i want to say, im writing a new james t. kirk series that was originally kinda meant to replace the Captain series from Spring 2021, with similar plot points but doing more with it what i wanted to do with the original series, i should genuinely just mention though, they will be building off of similar plot points and may seem a bit same-y especially at the beginning of the series! don’t worry though, the original will stay posted, especially considering this newer iteration takes place in the Prime Timeline with The Original Series of Star Trek!

[sassypossumm]

Requests Accepted!

Let me thank you for visiting my little corner of Tumblr!!! Pull up a comfy chair and let's share a cup of chai and geek out over our favorite characters!

While I am open to your thoughts and requests, just a few ground rules to keep in mind when asking:

As a cis-heterosexual woman, I'm most comfortable writing what I know, I keep descriptions vague, but understand that's the lens I'm working from!

I am open to anything from smut to angst, my caveat being simply this:

[we're NOT entertaining age gaps where one party is under 18]

I reserve the right to give a respectful no to any prompt or suggestion, whether due to the manner of the request or time constraints

Characters I Will Write For By Fandom

GOT: Tormund Gianstbane, Jon Snow, Robb Stark, Tywin Lannister, Tyrion Lannister, Ramsay Bolton

Agent Carter: Howard Stark, Jack Thompson

HOTD: Aemond Targaryen, Daemon Targaryen, Aegon II Targaryen, Otto Hightower 😅

ATSV: Miguel O'Hara

Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton

X-Men: Wolverine, Night Crawler

Marvel: Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, Clint Barton, Loki, Thor, Steve Roger

Star Trek: Q, Will Riker, James T. Kirk, Spock

Just please be patient with me, I've got tons of plot bunnies hopping around in my mind at any given moment! 😘

{Master Lists Under The Cut}

Aemond Targaryen x Reader:

Arranged Marriage Head Canons

Alone (angst)

Burn (NSFW)

Can't Lose You (angst)

Well Loved (NSFW)

Heavenly (NSFW)

Cregan Stark x Reader:

All Things End (angst)

What I Want (suggestive)

Daemon Targaryen x Reader:

Slights (angst)

Miguel O'Hara x Reader:

Hellfire (Priest!Miguel x Reader) NSFW

Someone Else (Miguel x Kick Boxer!Reader) NSFW

Scandal (Duke!Miguel x Reader) Bridgerton AU

Just Sex (Miguel/Geto x Reader) NSFW

Finally (Professor!Miguel x Reader) NSFW

Save A Horse (Cowboy!Miguel x Reader) NSFW

The Rat Bastard (Rat Bastard!Miguel x Reader) NSFW

Hallelujah (Demigod!Miguel x Reader) angst

Daddy Kink Head Canon (NSFW) - Cult Leader!Miguel x Reader (NSFW)

Brat Tamer!Miguel Head Canon (NSFW) - Soft Mornings (NSFW) - Voracious (NSFW) - Tentacles and Desire (NSFW)

Jealous Mafia Boss!Miguel x Reader (NSFW)

Morning Sneezes (fluff) - Missed My Pillow (fluff) - Thanks Frozen Turkey (fluff)

I Trust You (angst)

Dadbod Coach!Miguel x Reader:

More Than a Good Shag (NSFW) - Sex and Waffles (NSFW) - Sunshine (fluff)

Tywin Lannister x Reader:

Another Dance

Masques

Answers

First Editions (Modern/ Mob Boss AU)

Tableau (suggestive)

Steve Rogers x Reader:

Don't Wanna Wake Up! (fluff, suggestive)

Waffles and Sex (NSFW)

Other Characters:

Spock - Who's Being Unreasonable? (fluff)

Bruce Wayne - What Are You Baking? (fluff)

Jack Thompson - Shake a Leg, I'm Hungry (fluff) - Frying Pans and Hospitals (fluff)

[dreamlandcreations]

Moodboards masterlist #2

This is (the continuation of) my graveyard for the moodboards I will not write about… no, I will not… well… maybe…

• Moodboards masterlist #1• Main Masterlist •

Aleksander Morozova

Dystopian AU inspired by @marvelmusing's Rebel Hacker!Alina

His Dark Materials AU

Star Trek AU (The Darkling as Q) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces

Peter Pan AU (Captain Hook!Aleksander x Tinkerbell!Reader)

Red Riding Hood AU (wolf!Aleksander x red riding hood!Reader)

Stargate: Atlantis AU - wraith!Darkling x ex-Runner!Reader

Tradition - warlock!Aleksander x witch!Reader

Tidelands AU - tidelander!Aleksander Morozova x tidelander!Reader

Timetravel AU - Darkling x Grisha!Reader 100% inspired by @marvelmusing’s amazing In Another Life series

Secret Sweet Tooth - Darkling x chef!Reader

Stardust AU - warlock!Darkling x star!Reader

A Midsummer Night’s Dream AU - fairy king!Aleksander x fairy queen!Reader

The Maze - fae!Aleksander x Reader

The Wedding Planner AU - modern!Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Aleksander x Alina)

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor-ish AU (“Mummy”!Darkling x reincarnated Shu princess!Reader)

Anime AU - fox demon!Darkling x half deity!Reader

Underwold AU

Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)

Alfie Solomons

Magic Academy AU - headmaster!Alfie x student!Reader

Oceans Thirteen AU - casino owner!Alfie x thief!Reader

Modern Gangster AU

You've got mail AU

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader (fuchsbau!Tommy)

architect!Alfie Solomons x artist!Reader

Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list

Tidelands AU - smuggler!Alfie Solomons x tidelander!Reader

Timetravel AU - King!Alfie Solomons x archaeologist!Reader created for @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s 1800 followers celebration

The Mentalist AU - mentalist!Alfie Solomons x D.D.A.!Reader x detective!Tommy Shelby

Sabotage - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Men (modern AU) - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

S.O.S. love! AU - Alfie Solomons x Reader(+Tommy Shelby x May Carleton)

The Illusionist AU - Illusionist!Alfie Solomons x Duchess!Reader

Billy Russo

Star Wars AU (Emperor!Billy version) Star Wars AU (ex-smuggler/criminal version) inspired by @marvelmusing's Jedi!Billy and Sith!Billy

Star Trek AU (Billy as Borg) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces

Castaway AU

Arranged Marriage AU - mob boss!Billy Russo x Reader

The Vow AU

Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x mermaid!Reader

Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Pirates of the Caribbean AU

Surprise baby inspired by this which was inspired by idk what

Vampire Hunter AU - hunter!Billy Russo x vampire!Reader

Grim Reaper AU (Kdrama style) - grim reaper!Billy Russo x deity! Reader inspired by the Goblin, Hotel Del Luna, Tomorrow

Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list

Tidelands AU - tidelander!Billy Russo x siren!Reader

Madripoor - powerbroker!Billy Russo x extremis powered!Reader

The Invitation AU - Billy Russo x vampire!Reader

The Siren and his Pirate - siren!Billy Russo x pirate!Reader

Underworld AU

Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)

The Last Witch Hunter AU - warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader (witch hunter!Frank Castle)

Billy Russo x Daredevil!Reader

[c0smic-coral]

About Me! (Updated 8-30-24)

Icon by me :)

My name is Coral/🪸 (not real name). Welcome to my galactic reef.

Age: 20 (will be 21 on 5-15-25)

Pronouns: She/her

Sexuality: Bisexual with maybe a little bit of a preference for guys

Disorders: ADHD, autism (at the level that was formerly known as Asperger’s), anxiety, depression and adjustment disorder

Location: Based in the East Coast of the USA. I’m not comfortable with specifying further

Fandoms: I’m in several, but my biggest ones are Star Trek: The Next Generation, Marvel Cinematic Universe/X-Men films, BBC Sherlock, Star Wars and Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss

Music I’m into: Taylor Swift, Green Day, Melanie Martinez, Olivia Rodrigo, Sabrina Carpenter, various musicals

Main ships: Qcard, Spirk, Stucky, Benthan, Lokius, Johnlock

Blorbos: Bucky Barnes, Q, Sherlock Holmes, Billie Joe Armstrong (kin) Jim Moriarty, Alastor, Logan Howlett, Poe Dameron, Steven Grant/Marc Spector (crush)

Side: @swiftie-sherlockian for BBC Sherlock and Taylor Swift

My YouTube channel

My Reddit

Fics:

~COMPLETED~ Living in the Night (The Band Ghost, Terzo x Sister of Sin!Reader, Explicit, 4.6k, 2/2)

he looked right at me (like he didn’t even know me) (Marvel What If…?, Stucky, Mature, 5.6k, 1/1)

~WIPS~ Unraveled (Star Trek TNG, Qcard, Mature, 26.5k, 9/11)

in my heart and in my head (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, Teen and Up, 12.2k, 3/6)

~UNRELEASED SONG LYRICS~ grab your pencil, we’re writing a tragedy (BBC Sherlock, Johnlock, Mature, 711)

OCs: Qira “Quiggs” Quiggles, Malorie Mission, “Frank” Tarrank, Qevin, Qai, Ginnithan Q (Star Trek), Anneliese “Clover” Holmes (BBC Sherlock), Candace Kayne (Hazbin Hotel), Nora Everly/Echofox, Lavender James (Marvel), Amilia Syko (Star Wars), Carmila Cardenas (no fandom), Jade Armstrong (Green Day), Emily Jaxon (no fandom), Lydia Belle Annis (The Greatest Showman)

OC x Canon ships: Malverly (Mal x Beverly), Cloviarty (Clover x Moriarty), Candastor (Candace x Alastor), Norgan/Wolverfox (Nora x Logan), Poemilia (Amilia x Poe), Stevender/Lavenmarc/Lavenmoon (Lavender x Steven/Lavender x Marc, Jake scares the shit out of her)

DNI: Homophobes, transphobes/TERFs/truscum, racists, anti-Semitics, Islamophobes, atheistophobes, if you discriminate against any religion or lack thereof, ableists, pedos/MAPs, zoophiles/anyone who does bestiality, anti-otherkin/therians, people who think incest is ok, MINORS UNDER 13, proanas, proshippers, cyberbullies, people who post pornographic photos, people who romanticize problematic stuff like trauma, people who assume all Potterheads are transphobes, people who support problematic people (ie Trump, JKR, Kanye), people who support cringe culture

You can also ask me anything, but nothing too personal. I have the right to not answer an ask for any reason, so if I do not answer your ask within 24 hours of you sending it, do not pressure me to answer!! If you do, you will be blocked!! If you spam my ask box, you will also be blocked. If you ask blatantly sexual questions, you will also be blocked.

IF YOU MAKE ME UNCOMFORTABLE IN ANY WAY, YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!

[wrathkitty]

Silver Q - (finally!) A one shot from "Hello, My Dear"

“You’re about two hundred years too early to be wearing that outfit,” he drawls, referring to your mid-24thcentury uniform. He lifts an eyebrow. “Or a billion years too late depending on which side of the timeline you’re from. Who are you?” 

“Just me,” you answer simply, raising one shoulder in a shrug. 

He scrutinizes you a second time, growing irritated. You are not a Q, or one of those insufferable, insouciant Travelers. Aside from the El Aurian, you’re as pathetically human as everyone else on this odious planet. Yet somehow you are less-than-human, and more…more. There is an undefinable quality about you that suggests you have been alive far longer than you appear. But stranger still is your undeniably affectionate smile. No one ever looks at him affectionately. And now that it’s happening, he is not entirely sure if he likes it. It means that you know his secrets and where all the skeletons are buried and may have even helped him dispose of one or two. 

You’ve picked up his newspaper and started skimming the headlines, and blink in surprise when he plucks it out of your hands. 

“Answer me,” he barks. “Who. Are. You?”

You musingly tilt your head, mulling over the question. “How did you put it? An adorably harmless angel of death?”

His face twists. He cannot afford the luxury of squandering his powers on putting a maybe-mortal upstart in her place, but pride gets the better of him. Teeth clenched, he snaps his fingers (successfully, this time) and whisks you both to a more secluded area. 

Silver Q - A Hello, My Dear One-shot

Hello, My Dear - Stories of the life and times of Q and his mortal more-than-just-a-friend, Ensign Reader. Because being omnipotent doesn’t mean a thing when it comes to relationships.

@nildespirandum @caffiend-queen

@mareebird

@my-fic-corner

@captainchris-pike

@trekmystars

@airmitchbaby

@fanfic-fangirl

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@scrumptious-finicky-illusion

@just-the-hiddles

@paranoiac1963

@kawallchan

@coolcannibalkool-aid

@lady-of-black-roses

@fndmsrndmyfckinglfe

@toozmanykids

@dangertoozmanykids101

@impalaanddemons

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@theboardwalkbody

@natashacrane

@essence-stealer

@last-of-cheese

@onlydrawnbad

@gaitwae

[unknownfacelessfanfictions]

Heya! Can you make a cute short fic with Q? I've been obsessed with him lately, anything should be perfect!

Cultural Differences

Pairing: Q x fem!reader Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation Words: 2K Warnings: Hurt/Comfort Summary: Sometimes it is better to ask for the reason for an extraterrestrial ritual. Often it is better to do this before the ritual, otherwise you will come back with an omnipotent being as your husband. A/N: Thank you so much for your request, I really hope you like it. I feel like this is not the best thing I've ever written, because I find Q difficult to write, but I really tried.

Frowning, she stared at him from narrowed eyes as she did her best to remain calm and stop herself from smacking the smug grin off his face: " I'm sorry, what?" She truly hoped she had misheard and the all-knowing being/her lover before her, had not said what she thought she had heard. "I asked when the honeymoon was scheduled to start." She was pretty sure the confusion on her face was more than evident. "Where the hell did you come up with honeymoon? You do know what that is, don't you?"

Offended, Q pursed his mouth and jumped up, clapping his hands. "Mon amour, you insult me. Of course I know what a honeymoon is. I am Q, I know everything." He stepped towards her, bent down to take her face in his hands, and smiled his most charming smile, which usually made her heart pound, but now more than upset her. "It's a time for a newly married couple, to spend together." He pulled her up an

With great effort, she tried not to let her shudder show and looked up at him sceptically. "Have you not noticed your mistake, O all-knowing Q?" Her voice was mocking, something she would never have dared to do in his presence at the beginning of their acquaintance, for fear of being turned into a frog. "Maybe I'll have to give you a bit of a jolt: Newly. Married. Only people who have just got married go on honeymoons. We're together, not married, Q."

Now it was up to him to look confused, an expression she rarely saw on his face, and would have more than enjoyed under other circumstances. "We ... are, though?" "Oh," she laughed out, having to hold onto the top of his uniform to keep from falling. "Oh no, we're not. Believe me, my dear, I would remember such a ceremony." A frown took up residence on his face and slowly her laughter died away. "But... you said that you ..." Q seemed distracted and instantly she felt bad and took his hand.

"Hey. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, honey. I didn't mean to say I wouldn't. It's just..." Q interrupted her. "The ceremony was three hours ago. How can you not remember that?" "What?" All humour had disappeared and she was back to confusion. "Q three hours ago we were on the planet doing this strange water ritual that the inhabitants insisted on because they believed we were the incarnations of the divine royal pair before the Captain had had a chance to... oh my God."

She stared at him from widened eyes. "Q. Please tell me we didn't get married down there." He fell silent. "Q!" "You told me not to tell you," he returned, staring at the floor in a huff, his arms crossed in front of his chest and his mouth twisted into a pout.

She was at a loss for words. Of course she loved him, they had been together for years, but this? A wedding? Without even knowing about it? She sank down on the sofa and lowered her head into her hands. Now even the stupid grin from him, throughout the ceremony made sense, or the surprisingly passionate kiss after it. For a few minutes Q was actually silent before he spoke up again. "I thought you knew." His voice was low and he sounded guilty, a register of voice she had never heard on him before. She looked up. "How the hell could I have known about this! It was a first contact mission! I thought it was some kind of welcoming ritual."

"Aren't you the ship's anthropologist?" Gradually she became more agitated and jumped up. "I like to say it again, FIRST CONTACT MISSION!!! We knew nothing about the planet except that it was warp capable, though still believed in the old gods. That was it. How was I supposed to know about this ritual?" Q started to reply, however, she waved it off with a snort. "You can save that." With long strides she walked over to her door. "Where are you going?" "To blow off steam," she hissed back, giving him a cold look as he tried to follow her. "Alone."

He stuck his chest out and leaned down to her. "I am a Q. You cannot command me mortal." His words hurt more than she had believed, yet she only jutted her chin. "Stay away from me and leave me alone for this moment so I can think or I swear I will never speak another word to you." She was angry and Q knew it, however he didn't seem to believe her. "You wouldn't be able to bear that. You love me too much for that."

All he earned was another cold stare before she continued her way down the corridor. "Mon amour?" His call reached her ears before the turbolift doors closed, yet she did not respond. For the moment, she needed her peace. Apparently Q seemed to have realised that too, because contrary to her expectations, he had not followed her into the lift, for which she was grateful to him. Q had been right. She would never in her life be able to stand not talking to him again.

Her path led her to the botanical garden and only there, on one of the benches, hidden behind one of the huge rhododendron bushes, did she allow her frustration and fear and all her other feelings to run free and ruffle her hair. Married! Her! To Q!

She wasn't arrogant enough not to admit that she hadn't imagined it at least once, however, she had usually swept those ideas aside quickly because the idea was ridiculous. Q, the Q, capricious, omnipotent and as old as time itself, as a husband who dutifully waits at home for his wife to come home, with meals cooked and quarters freshly cleaned? If she hadn't felt so much like crying, she would have laughed. Just the idea of Q in a relationship was bizarre and she was the other part of that relationship.

"Are you all right?" Startled, she started up and looked into the questioning and kind face of the android in gold uniform who was looking at her. "You look like you are not well and as a friend, I was wondering if I could offer my help." A small smile crept onto her lips. Data really was a case in point.

Sighing, she shook her head. "I'm afraid not, my friend. This is a problem between me and Q." "Ah." Data tilted his head in understanding. "You are experiencing emotional misery due to a problem in your relationship." He settled down on the bench beside her after a moment's consideration. "However, I am sure that you will overcome this crisis, as you did the many crises before it."

She glanced to the side. "I'm not so sure about that. This isn't about a prank being played or the fact that he thinks I'm a little too reckless on missions." She swallowed. "When we were on this planet, before you could bring us up, we had to participate in a ritual that was apparently a wedding ceremony. And he knew, but didn't say anything!" Date nodded slowly. "And you are upset because you do not want a marriage with him." "What? No!" "So you do desire this marriage with him?" "No!"

Data looked confused. "So you do not wish for marriage, but equally you wish for it." Again she sighed. "Data, I'm not mad about the wedding itself. I mean, sure I'm a little pissed about that too, but it's much more the fact that he didn't tell me." "You feel like he took away your choice." "Maybe." "Have you talked to him about it?"

She stared at the floor in front of her. "Not really. I rather... well... rushed out of our quarters because I needed time to myself." Data hummed in agreement and rose. "Perhaps you should talk to him about it then. Counselor Troi has explained to me that the key to a good relationship and marriage, is communication." She winced slightly at the word 'marriage', but still had to smile at the idea that her synthetic boyfriend had received relationship advice from the ship's Counselor. Whatever for. "Perhaps."

Data nodded goodbye and left her alone. For a few minutes she tried to compose herself before she spoke his name softly, barely audible. "Q." Within a split second he appeared in a flash of light before her, on his knees and his hands held into a praying pose. "Mon étoile, please forgive me. I promise you, I really believed you knew." He almost hugged her legs. "Please don't leave me alone. I can't stand this without you. I'm sorry, I really am. Tell me what you want me to do. Whatever you want me to do, I'll do it."

Shocked, she stared down at him. "Q, you haven't been alone for fifteen minutes!" Q just shook his head. "Fifteen minutes too long." She sighed and gently tugged at his curls to lift his gaze to her. "I want to talk to you. And for that, you need to be calm. Sit down, please." She gestured to the seat next to her where Data had been sitting until just a moment ago and Q complied with her request almost instantly, even seeming nervous by his standards, which made her feel a tiny bit guilty since she had never seen him so upset.

There was silence between them before Q dared to raise his voice. "Are you still angry with me?" "I don't think so." She shook her head and folded her hands in her lap. "I'm disappointed, though, Q." He let out a small whimper. "That's almost worse." "Q, I want you to understand that I'm not necessarily upset because we got married. To be honest, it's something I personally wouldn't object to." She reached for his hand and ran her thumb over the back of it. "It's how that bothers me."

"I know you believed I knew. Still, you should have asked me Q, at least to be sure. By not doing so, you took away my chance to make a decision. Not that I would have said 'no' to a wedding," she added quickly when she saw the sad expression on his face. "However, I would have preferred that if we had decided to get married, that it happened with the full and conscious consent of both of us, in the presence of the people we care about. And not on a foreign planet, surrounded by strangers who think we are incarnations of their gods."

Carefully, she pressed a kiss to the back of his hand. "I love you Q, I really do. But you must understand my point of view."

For a few moments Q was silent before he nodded slowly. "I understand you, mon amour. And I'm sorry. I should have asked and made sure you knew what you were getting into. I should have thought about the consequences my actions could bring instead of just thinking about myself and the opportunity I was presented with." "You should have," she admitted, smiling gently at him.

He smiled slightly sheepishly and she thought she had rarely seen him so shy and vulnerable. "If it makes you feel any better, the Ajghasti ceremony is not legal under Federation law anyway. So strictly speaking, we're not married after all." Relieved, she exhaled. "Thank heavens for that. I really hadn't wanted to get married like this." Q glanced to the side and she could tell he was trying to mask his hurt, so she leaned closer and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I'd really rather marry you in a decent way, surrounded by friends and family and who knows. Maybe I can get the Captain convinced to perform the ceremony." By now Q was staring at her wide-eyed. "Unless you've had enough of married life after all, after just over three hours of it."

Q jumped up, pulling her with him and twirling her around as a laugh escaped him. "Oh, mon amour, you shouldn't have said that. Now I guarantee you won't get rid of me." Dizzy from the spinning, she clung to his arms and smiled up at him. She was sure the heat had darkened her cheeks, however, her eyes shone with joy where a few minutes ago there had been anger "That was the plan."

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