#daforge fanfic

[aquamonstra]

Part 2 of Federation Book Club, TNG Chapter In which Data's programming mimics human behavior better than expected.

length: 20:05 minutes

Podfic of Gleams of Half-Extinguished Thought by NothingEnough, read by RobotBoyfriend

[spockthemop]

Daforge Prompt

i need somebody to write me this daforge one-shot please i will love u for life 💕💕

Data: I am programmed with 9 different self-preservation subroutines. And yet, I have found that when your life is in danger, they are frequently overridden.

[https-chaos]

New Daforge fic is live!!

[theguarding-dark]

shoutout to the st:tng fandom on archive of our own, y'all are few but mighty, i have 8 kudos on my fic but FIVE (5) comments, incredible, a+, y'all are so supportive

[homewrecking-lore]

Again shout out to STAR! TREK! VOYAGER! for giving us some of the sweetest little character moments like reg and deanna chilling in their beach outfits, barclay visiting for geordi’s birthday, him singing with data at geordi’s party???? actual perfection 10/10

[nothingenoughao3]

Is there a specific piece you're particularly proud of? Do you feel it gets the recognition it deserves?

Out of all my fics, I think my L4D2 story titled "We Never Had A Choice" was both one of my best and one of the least recognized. I think this was a combination of the fic being smutless, plot- and -character-driven, and most importantly, containing a LOT of themes that are bleak and triggering. I understand that it's difficult to get through a story like that without some perceived reward, but it's a shame when you feel like some of your best prose and plot-work was left behind by readers. Instead of reading that one and going on to the next story (which did have porn), people generally skipped to the porn.

Relatedly, "I Won't Be Coming Home Tonight" from the sequel arc was slept on.

A lot of the time, though, I do note that the fics of mine that people like the best are also the ones I'm most proud of. Going by almost every metric, my SuperBat fic "Who Needs You, I'd Like To Know?" is my most popular work. It does deserve this recognition. I did a lot of immersive reading to get the 1950s language just right and worked a lot of political themes that are still important to me into the story; there was just enough smut to reward the bleaker plot twists, etc.

My most kudos'ed work is my DaForge fic "Rejoicing As An Integer", which I do think deserves that positive attention.

(Both of these stories need their sequels/completed arcs, also too.)

[felinoidrose]

omg i finished writing a fic for once..

its about data being very confused by gender and discussing it over an unnecessarily homoerotic routine maintenance session with geordi

[just-a-funny-little-brain]

Winter's Magic

Star Trek: The Next Generation, daforge, 1.3k words

Summary: Data takes Geordi on their first date: ice skating on the holodeck. One of them can skate -- the other not so much.

cw: too much fluff

Read it on ao3!

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Geordi’s door chimed. With a slow exhalation, he smoothed the plain shirt and jacket that he had chosen for the occasion — he and Data had agreed no uniforms. He nodded sharply to his reflection, then approached the door, which hissed open at Geordi’s touch. Data was standing on the other side, one hand behind his back, and wearing decidedly nicer clothing than he was. Geordi felt his face grow warm.

“Oh, I— I should change,” he said, feeling suddenly underdressed.

“No!” Data’s voice was decisive, and Geordi looked back at him just in time to see Data’s aura glow brighter. “You look... very nice.”

Geordi’s smile began to chase away the butterflies that had been plaguing his stomach.

“These are for you,” Data continued. In a move that looked almost rehearsed, Data revealed a small bouquet of flowers that he had been holding behind his back. “I believe it is a traditional Earth custom to present flowers on a first date, is it not?”

“Oh geez, Data, I didn’t get anything for you!”

“That is alright. It was what one might call a ‘spur of the moment’ decision.”

He laughed, then held out his hand. “Well, thank you, Data. They’re beautiful.” Geordi could have sworn a small smile crossed Data’s face.

A few minutes later, the flowers were in a vase with water, and the two were on their way to the holodeck. As the door opened, a burst of cold air hit Geordi’s face, and he gasped. The holodeck had been transformed into a winter wonderland. Snow-covered trees glowed with strings of lights, and a lighted path wove its way through the trees in the gently falling snow.

“It’s beautiful.” The words came as almost a whisper, as if the pristine snow would be blown away by anything louder.

Data held out his hand, an unspoken question in the air. In answer, Geordi smiled and placed his hand in Data’s. Data’s hand was pleasantly warm in the cool air, and they started down the path together. The thin layer of snow crunched under their feet as they walked through the trees and watched the snow fall. After a minute or two, a clearing opened up. In its center, a wide oval of ice was surrounded by a wooden railing. A white bench sat by a gap in the railing, and two sets of ice skates leaned against it.

A grin grew on Geordi’s face. “It’s been ages since I’ve gone ice skating. I didn’t know you could skate!” he said, turning to Data.

“I have never attempted the activity, however I am certain that my balancing mechanisms will be able to compensate.”

“If you say so!”

Soon, the perfectly-fitting skates had been donned. As Geordi stepped onto the ice, he skated a few tentative feet forward, before confidently skating a lap around the rink. As he approached where Data stood, waiting to enter the rink, Geordi spun to a stop.

“Coming?” he asked, holding out his hands.

“I was simply watching. You are quite graceful.”

Geordi felt his face grow warm in the cool air, and he smiled. “Thanks, Data.”

“You are welcome.” With that, Data stepped out confidently onto the ice —

— and immediately fell flat on his face.

Geordi cringed. “Are you ok?”

Data pushed himself up onto his knees and paused. “I appear not to be as stable on skates as expected.”

Skating closer, Geordi tried not to laugh. “I’ll say. I’ll be honest though — it was kind of funny.”

“I am sure it did not appear very graceful.”

Geordi laughed a bit as he extended a hand for Data. “I dunno about that. It was pretty elegant how far your feet flew out from under you.”

Comprehension dawned on Data’s face as he accepted Geordi’s assistance and got to his feet. “Ah. This falls under ‘humor - slapstick’. I see why it could be considered quite humorous. However, it would also be quite painful for a human.”

“Well it’s a good thing you don’t bruise, then,” Geordi said, a smile still on his face. “Make sure you keep your weight directly above your feet. If you lean forward or back too much, you’ll have your butt on the ice again. Once you have your balance, you can slowly shift your weight onto one foot, and push off against the ice with the other.”

Slowly, Data did as he said, one hand clutching Geordi’s like his life depended on it, and the other flailing in the air beside him. As he pushed off of the ice, he nearly fell again, this time only saved by Geordi’s grip and his own baby steps in the skates.

Suddenly Geordi’s face lit up. “I have an idea.” Geordi spun to stand right in front of Data, facing him. He held out his other hand, and Data’s flailing one eventually found it.

“But Geordi,” Data started, “how will you skate?”

“Like this.” A mischievous smile jumped onto his face as he began to skate backwards, pulling Data along behind him.

Data’s eyes widened as he slowly moved across the ice. After a second though, his awe turned to worry. “Geordi, there is something—” He looked down to see his legs slowly but surely getting further and further apart. “Geordi?”

Geordi glanced down, saw Data’s dilemma, and laughed. “You gotta make sure your feet are pointed straight forward.”

Data’s slow descent toward doom stopped as he followed his instruction. After a moment, he spoke. “Geordi, I seem to be unable to regain my previous stance.”

A smile still lingering on his face, Geordi guided Data to the fence so he could right himself.

“Ready?” Geordi extended his arms again, and Data took them, one hand at a time. Slowly, they made their way around the ice rink without any further mishaps. As they started on their second lap, Data began to grip Geordi’s hands more gently, and even tried propelling himself once or twice. Instead of Geordi giving pointers, they began to talk about other things, like Spot, stories from the Academy, and planets they’d never visited.

“Want to try on your own?” Geordi offered after a few more laps.

“I believe I have increased in ability enough to successfully skate independently.” He paused. “However, a stabilizing hand may be wise.”

“I would agree,” Geordi said with a smile. Carefully, he let go of Data’s other hand and spun to stand beside him. “Ready?”

Geordi skated forward slowly, and Data after a moment’s hesitation joined him, balancing gingerly on one foot while pushing with the other. They were half way around the rink like this, hand-in-hand, before Data let out a small “Oh no” and his feet slid dramatically forward. And, because he was still holding determinedly onto Geordi’s hand, he took Geordi down with him, where Geordi landed firmly on his rear end and flopped onto his back.

As the chill of the ice seeped through his clothes, Geordi looked over at Data, sprawled on the ice beside him. He looked ridiculous, like a baby animal who had tried to walk for the first time and failed utterly. For that matter, they probably both looked ridiculous laying there. Geordi began to laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” Data had begun to sit up, but stopped and looked at Geordi.

His laughter faded as he sat up as well, but the smile was as bright as ever. “Because,” he said, moving to sit next to Data. “Because this was so much fun. Because it is beautiful out here.” He paused. “Because you’re beautiful.” He looked at Data, who was so perfect and so flawed and so familiar. His glow, his face, his existence he knew so well, and yet Data was still new every day. “Thank you,” Geordi said softly. “This was wonderful.”

And there, on the ice of the holodeck, Geordi leaned half way between them, and Data leaned too, and their lips met in the stillness and quiet of the falling snow. And it was magical.

[doctorbeverlycrusher]

I have been stewing over Geordi trying to reach Data in the latest episode of Picard and so I wrote something about Data’s thoughts during that bit

[killva-creates]

Fanfic List

Fandom: MCR

Series

Anti Dysphoria One-shots

Infinity Stretches Unlimitlessly

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard

Words: 1,186

Summary: Frank has a really hard time on his period, and Gerard wants to help him out. (Feat. Vampire Gerard and Trans Frank)

Author's Notes: My first fic on AO3. I was on my period at the time, had a thought, and acted on it. Title from a Siouxsie and the Banshees song.

TW: Blood

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard

Words: 2,677

Summary: "Can I ask you a stupid question?" Frank asks.

Gerard turns to look at him. “I’d tell you you don’t ask stupid questions but you literally asked me how to spell ‘stuff’ during English class.”

Frank flicks his burnt out cigarette at him and snorts. “Listen, man, I’d forgotten to get my morning coffee.”

Or; Frank has a question, and Gerard has several answers.

Author's Notes: Was some of this accurate with like top surgery stuff or the time period it's set in? Nah. Trans!Gerard and cis Frank.

Killjoys Make Some Noise (But If You're Not a Killjoy, Shut Up and Suffer) by Fall Out Boy

Rating: Mature

Ships: Frerard

Words: 775

Summary: “Guys shut up, this is the good part,” Mikey says without turning around.

There’s a moment of silence before Frank whispers in Gerard’s ear: “Fuck me on your fingers and see if he finds out.”

Or, Gerard gets frisky on movie night.

Author's Notes: Am I a slut for semi public sex? Apparently so. The ending to this makes me laugh so fucking hard.

Stand-Alones

Love is Natural and Real, but Not For You My Love

Rating: Teen

Ships: past Frerard

Words: 352

Summary: Sometimes love can't be saved, but the memories cling to you.

Author's Notes: All I can say is that I got sad and wrote something sad.

I Want What I Want (I Need What I Need)

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard, background Petekey, background Ray x Christa

Words: 2,559

Summary: The chatter slowly dies down and Ray looks around. “Hey, where’s Gee?” “Gerard is unable to make it,” a voice booms from the hallway. “Instead, I give you the one, the only: Lola!” Gerard steps out from behind the wall and Frank realizes he is well and truly fucked.

Or, Gerard tries something new and Frank really enjoys it.

Author's Notes: A birthday fic for a friend of mine that I had a lot of fun to write. Features body worship, D&D, Gerard in drag, and Frank being a simp.

Recipe For Dis(Ass)ter

Rating: Explicit

Ships: Frerard, Rikey

Words: 8,523

Chapters: 4

Summary: “I did an oopsie,” Mikey offers.

“An oopsie?” Frank interrupts him. “An oopsie? Spilling coffee over your friend’s homework is an ‘oopsie’. But this? This is a full blown ‘I fucked up’.”

Or;

Three wizards. One overpowered batch of aphrodisiacs. Two gay roommates. What could possibly happen?

Author's Notes: I don't know what was going through my head at the time. All I know is it popped in and I had to get it out. The first chapter is entirely smut.

Birthday Police

Rating: Mature

Ships: Riley, Background Frerard

Words: 619

Summary: “Hide me,” Mikey whispered. “He’s gonna wake up soon.” Ray rolled the two of them over and drew up the sheets over them. They waited with bated breath for the telltale signs of Frank waking up.

Or, Mikey doesn't want to be tackled for his birthday. Ray makes sure he doesn't.

Author's Notes: I wanted to write something on my birthday and this popped out.

He's Just That Good

Rating: Mature

Ships: Rikey, background Frerard

Words: 1,634

Summary: “You know,” Ray begins, “I could probably help. Take your mind off everything. Help you not think. You know, if you’re up for it.” Mikey arches a brow, silently urging Ray to continue. “When I uh– when I go down on my female dates they usually really like it. And when I was dating Christa and she wanted to not think she’d ask me too– I mean– I could– if you wanted– You know–” Mikey, still looking Ray dead in the eye as he turns red and stumbles over his words, silently slides a hand up into Ray’s hair. He slowly pushes Ray’s head down towards his crotch. Ray stops talking for a second.

Or; Mikey gets frustrated at Frank and Gerard for being so damn happy. Ray distracts him and helps him get revenge.

Author's Notes: I had a thought that spawned this fic that was literally Ray Toro is good at cunnilingus and he can find the clitoris on the first try. Definitely my favorite fic I've written so far. (Trans Mikey)

Me and Michael

Rating: Teen

Ships: Rikey

Words: 377

Summary: Ray kisses up his jawline. “Michael, do you want to keep watching the movie?” Mikey’s eyes flutter open. Ray smiles. “Hey, handsome.”

Or; Mikey has a moment, and Ray loves him so much.

Author's Notes: Soft boys soft boys soft boys. (Trans Mikey)

Fandom: Star Trek TNG

More Than Satisfactory

Rating: General

Ships: DaForge

Words: 240

Summary: “But how will I know if you are finding this experience satisfactory?”

“Data, a kiss can’t be satisfactory.”

“It cannot?”

Or: Data has figured the mechanics of almost everything. Kissing, however, is a little harder to understand.

More fics on the way? Yes. I will add to this post when I have more.

[aquamonstra]

Part 1 of --holy the clocks in space--

"Enjoy, want, concern. Nothing Data was capable of experiencing, as Geordi had been told too many times to count. He still didn’t quite believe it. He had no idea if that meant he was perceiving something no one else did, or if he was anthropomorphizing his friend. Maybe he’d never have an idea." (set after s4e25)

length: 24:59 minutes

Podfic of Rejoicing As An Integer by NothingEnough, read by RobotBoyfriend

[sambot2000xp]

PLEASE READ MY FANFIC!

[quasi-normalcy]

All humanoids and other life-forms, organic and synthetic, are welcome to experience Serenoid, a ghostly, steampunk-flavoured story of queer romance and found family inspired by online fanfiction and its creative niche spaces. Xaven (Victoria Oruwari), a blind engineer and Corrie (Taryn Surratt), an android violinist have to overcome their struggle with isolation and connection to find themselves and each other in a semi-acoustic, semi-electronic score with breath-taking young singers and musicians. Beam aboard and be warned – this opera has a tag line!

So, wait, is this literally just an opera based on someone's steampunk AU genderswapped DaForge fanfic?

[luludig]

How comes nobody had made a DaForge fanfic with a Detroit Become Human AU.

Do i really have to do it myself or am I just very bad at finding what i want ?

[homewrecking-lore]

A lot of daforge fanfics have Data going on a date or getting hit on while Geordi’s pining and writhing with jealousy but have we all forgotten that random storyline in Phantasms where Ensign Tyler has an obvious crush on Geordi, and Data is weirdly intense about it. Like:

SIR????

DATA HE IS CLEARLY NOT INTERESTED? CAN YOU COOL IT DOWN A NOTCH???

[to-trek-or-not-to-trek]

Is Junior Medical Officer Selik's bachelor's degree going ok? Was there a specific medical field they chose? (Idk how it works)

Also, the original post said that the mission, (so long as JMO Selik is stranded in this year/timeline) was to "record [our, the people of 2023's] written characterizations and artistic depictions of my fellow Starfleet officers, past and present," is that going ok? Did we get anything horrendously weird or wrong about Starfleet and its officers, or leave out any details? (aka please you can share headcanons haha)

also this situation implies that not only does Starfleet exist but it exists almost EXACTLY as depicted in the material created by us several centuries prior, down to which characters exist, which is really cool and possibly means time is messed up somehow, or otherwise requires a lot of information, and that's fun... wait no you said you went to an alternate universe and time where that's how Starfleet exists? I have to reread it sorry

Oh crap also has JMO Selik discovered the fanfic yet?

Are they assuming we're right about the things they don't personally know, are they taking fanfic just as mUch for granted as any other form of star trek media, are they reading a spirk or a daforge fic going "i knew those two had something going on?"

I shall attempt to answer your questions to the best of my knowledge. Do note that your curiosity is most appreciated.

1. My Bachelor's degree is going well, albeit slow. My original field in question was xenoneurobiology, but given that other sentient life forms have yet to be discovered, I am prepared to settle for regular neurobiology. In particular, I am most curious as to where humanity lies in the field of neurosurgery. I shall have to explore it within medical school.

2. My current mission has been a success thus far. I have noted that several artistic liberties have been taken with respect to some of my history's important figures. For instance, I am most curious as to how three different iterations of Ambassador Spock and Admiral Kirk came to be. Each one, I have noticed, explores a different aspect of their personalities, as if the man in question were split into three versions like light in a prism. As for missing details, I hope the following list will suffice:

LGBTQ officers have always been an integral and regular part of Starfleet. Their exclusion within the depicted media is most puzzling.

My human colleagues found space to be very isolating, and so animal companions have been a commonplace occurrence. This is touched upon briefly with mention of Commander Data's cat, Spot, but the practice is much more common place than one might think.

To fit the details of an event into a 45 to 50 minute episode causes some omission of 'boring' detail. Most often, another away team of non-senior crew members has been sent down to obtain the information that allows a mission to run smoothly.

The constant and curious deaths of so many crew members in red shirts during the 2260s remains a mystery to Starfleet to this day. I personally agree with the theory that it was statistical chance, as the overwhelming majority of disciplines wore red uniforms at the time.

3. I have indeed discovered the fan created works of fiction. These are not unlike the (often extravagant) rumors that regularly ensnare the minds of my fellow crew members within the lower decks. The accuracy of the works, much like the rumors, is best left up to interpretation.

To express one of your human sentiments, thank you again for the ask.

JMO Selik 🖖