#Xena fanfiction

[rafamatai]

Xena Warrior Princess / Lucy Lawless

[sammy70blog]

Oi e aí tudo bem tô afim de conhecer uma Garota linda e legal que queria ter uma amiga 100% livre de preconceitos podemos fazer tudo o que vc quiser sem nem uma restrição ou medo e se mora perto de mim ou puder vim até mim pra gente se conhecer melhor e bater um papo legal vai ser melhor ainda prometo que vai ser uma amizade longa do tipo pra vida toda e a idade não importa se vc vai poder vim até aqui pra me conhecer então se vc gostou da minha proposta é só chamar no PV também bjs com carinho pra vc sua linda 💟❤️

(HOMENS POR FAVOR NÃO ME PERCA SEUS TEMPO ME CHAMANDO HJ NÃO QUERO FALAR COM VCS ISSO É SÓ PRA GAROTAS ENTÃO NÃO PERDE TEMPO ME CHAMANDO SE VC FOR UM HOMEM OK OBG PELA COMPREENSÃO)

[reysdriver]

okay, just thinking about some celebrity daring to hit on sirius and he's like "bitch??" and then immediately runs to tattoo reader's name (VERY BIG) on the left side of his chest, right over his heart! and since he takes off his shirt at every show, everyone can enjoy the view (reader is also taken by surprise, she gets very horny if you ask me

Sirius shows the world where his passion lies — rockstar!sirius x reader fluff

warnings: allusions to sex, very suggestive

words: 1k

a/n: I love this request so much omggg that is such a Sirius thing to do (I could see James doing it too actually) but it's just PERFECT. I did change it a bit by making reader know about it beforehand but I hope it's still good! Also horny part 2 maybe... idk yet

You came back to the hotel room with coffee in your hand, a bag of pastries in your purse, and a tabloid magazine under your arm. 

With The Marauders on tour, you’ve been living out of suitcases with your boyfriend and your friends for the last couple weeks. You’ve all been sharing sleep schedules with wolves, staying up until dawn and sleeping later than everyone else in whatever city you were staying in. 

That’s precisely why you left to grab breakfast at eleven in the morning and Sirius was still fast asleep. 

By the time you got back, you walked in to find Sirius wide awake, but still in bed, tangled in the bedsheets. 

“Good morning, love.” Sirius said, shirtless with one hand behind his head. 

“It was a good morning.” You teased, tossing him the magazine. “Then I saw you in the news.”

“Me?” He feigned surprise. It wasn’t at all uncommon for Sirius to be in the news or the tabloids, but it was usually for something he did, not some pop princess who writes songs you get tired of after two listens. 

Sirius sat up and scanned the front page, curious as to what was going on. 

Mary Macdonald makes her move on rock star Sirius Black; New musical romance in the works?

The caption was sitting atop a picture of the popstar in question onstage at a concert, her crop top showing off a fake tattoo on her abdomen with text reading Reserved 4 Sirius Black alongside an arrow pointed down. 

“Oh, come on.” Sirius laughed, throwing the paper to the end of the bed. “This is what got you all bothered?”

You set your purse down and brought the coffee and pastries over to your boyfriend. 

“Yes, so bothered I almost didn’t buy you a coffee. Be happy I did, though.” 

“Of course I’m happy. I love you, doll.”

Sirius lifted the sheets and held out a hand to beckon you into the bed with him. You obey reluctantly, putting on a dramatic pout as you crawled in with your boyfriend and straddled his lap. 

“You know you’re the only one for me, right?” He whispered, hands tracing along your hips. 

You combed your fingers through his perfect hair, a frown on your face. 

“Tell that to the singer-songwriter superstar announcing to the world that you’re the only person she wants between her legs.” 

Sirius smiled in a way that made it painfully obvious he had something stupid to say. “Love, there are millions of people who feel that exact way about me. Including you, I would hope.”

Damn, this man was exhausting. And of course you loved him for it. 

You rolled your eyes and tried to get out of the hotel bed, though your attempt was foiled by Sirius holding you back. 

You let him get his way, but gave him an unimpressed look that did not match his badly-stifled grin. 

“I’ll take care of it, alright?” He said, not elaborating at all. 

You shook your head, hoping he would say more about whatever PR stunt he had in mind. 

“Siri, what are you gonna do?”

“Don’t you trust me?” Sirius said softly. He took your hand in his and slid your palm gently across his bare chest. “I’ll take care of it, don’t you worry.”

✦✧✦✧✦

The next concert the band had was a few days after you first saw that magazine. You stood in the wings of the concert stage, just before the show started. 

All the other band members had gone onto the stage and started setting up their instruments and playing the long intro to the opening song; it was just Sirius left, saying goodbye to you before he started performing and you made your way to the VIP section. 

“You’re gonna do great, Siri.” You told him sincerely. 

He winked at you, cocky as ever. 

“I always do.” 

Sirius then softened and masked your tone. He held your upper arms and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

“I’ll let them all know I’m yours, and only yours.”

“They’re gonna go crazy.” You smiled.

“Damn right, they will. I’ll see you out there.”

Sirius gave your ass a playful smack before jogging out to the stage before he missed his cue, so you went down to your reserved space in the audience to see the band play from the best angle. 

The audience lost their minds when Sirius ran onto the stage, per usual, screaming and shouting when all he’s done so far was enter. 

But once Sirius started singing, the crowd noticed something off about the performance—Sirius was wearing a whole shirt for the first time throughout this tour. None of the band acknowledged it, of course; they were too busy playing music to be worried about what Sirius was wearing tonight. 

Once the song finished, Sirius took a moment to say hello to the audience. After all the routine talking points—you know, your ‘how’s everybody doing?’ and whatnot—Sirius found it was the right time to say what he wanted to say. 

“I saw a magazine cover the other day, with my name on it.” He started. “And not for the usual reasons. Mary Macdonald, I think it was…”

Many audience members went wild at the mention of her name, either because they were fans of her music, or they knew exactly what headlines Sirius was referring to. 

“That was definitely an odd thing to wake up and see. But I’ve thought about it because it’s been everywhere, and I just have one thing to say about that.”

Instead of responding verbally, Sirius pulled off his black tank top with a smooth, swift motion, revealing his newest tattoo. 

Your name was printed loud and clear on his chest, right over his heart. He got it done the day the Mary Macdonald pictures came out, and he was ecstatic to show it off to the world. 

It caused quite a reaction, but you weren’t listening to the audience to know what they were even thinking. All you cared about was Sirius up on that stage, blowing you a kiss as The Marauders started to play the next song.

[erablaise-blog]

Me, rereading the same comfort fic for the 372963th time: awwwww 😍

[constant-eggs]

I’d appreciate your recommendations! Does anyone have good fanfic recs for any of these pairings:

Rhaenyra/Alicent

Bonnie/Damon - Vampire Diaries

Regina/Emma -OUAT

Xena/Gabrielle

Mikasa/Eren

Azula/Katara

Ian/Mickey - Shameless

Eve/Vilannelle

Castiel/Dean

In universe if possible! Thank you everyone ❤️

[7of9ers]

Don't Game of Thrones my Xena Warrior Princess.

One is about the greater good and love.

The other is about bloodlust, incest and rape.

Two very different vibes.

I'm just disgusted with how many people write Xena as an abuser when she was literally kicked out of her army for being pissed her men attacked women. Even evil Xena had lines she didn't cross.

Does characterization mean nothing?! Ugh. Well at least this experience has encouraged me to post a chapter. Whatever lol.

Soft Xena is where it's at. Stop writing her as a fucking fascist. Like we don't got enough of that shit in the world.

[girl4music]

It’s true.

Xena is literally a show that became visual fanfiction.

2 fanfiction writers (probably more) were approached by Tapert and Co and were told to write episodes for the show. And those scripts were produced and made into canon real episodes for the actual aired show.

Melissa Good got ‘Coming Home’ and ‘Legacy’ and would have also gotten ‘Last Chance’ written with Tapert too if it made it to production before the network chimed in to censor it by telling them to scrap it and leaving us ending up with ‘Many Happy Returns’ which was Liz Friedman and Vanessa Place.

Katherine Fugate got ‘When Fates Collide’ which I’m sure no Xenite on Earth could tell you they hated.

God knows what that unproduced script for the original cut of the episode ‘Fins, Femmes & Gems’ looked like where they fully outed and canonized Xena and Gabrielle as lovers by way of an obsession spell.

All I know is it was written by Tapert and 2 other writers and it was X&G FEMSLASH fanfiction.

The man was insanely supportive of canon X&G and if it wasn’t for his hang up with X&A, he would have told the studio to screw themselves and gave the shippers everything they wanted because he was also a shipper. I’m serious… go read that Sappho musical script. It’s insane. Xena wears a dog collar with a leash.

That stuff is far too out there for me personally but they went there. They fully intended on going there.

If it wasn’t for censorship… we would have had it all.

Whether we wanted it or asked for it or not, he’d do it because he was a crazy man who didn’t give a shit.

❤️❤️❤️

We say Lucy and Renee were the biggest shippers of Xena and Gabrielle. But nope - Tapert was a nutball.

[thesith]

Can I request a Hunter x fem!reader where the Batch are undercover a criminal party for a mission and he asks her for a dance and they tear up the dance floor with their moves and undeniable chemistry? (Can be spicy or SFW, your choice)

If you need music to set the mood for the party, I got you:

— Dancing with a Stranger

hunter x f!reader

this is a requested one shot (1k)

warnings: 18+, sexual topics & implication of sex, alcohol usage

notes: neither hunter or reader are drunk/intoxicated - neither have finished their first drinks.

summary: hunter sees reader from across the room while he (and tech) are undercover at a pirate party for intel.

A/N: thank you so much for the request, @kombatkid ! this is my first request for tbb & i hope i did it justice. also, i’ve wanted to write a fic like this for so long - thank you for giving me reason to xd <3

requests are open!

“Hunter,” Tech started, eyeing the girl across the room, “If you do not initiate a conversation with her, I will.”

Hunter looked at his brother, wide-eyed, “What has gotten into you, Tech?” When the mentioned didn’t offer an answer, Hunter continued, “We have a mission - best we stick to it.”

“What better way to gather intel than from the source?” Tech’s eyes wandered to the girl clad in a dark red dress, hugging her form in all the right places. “It is not a bad thing to ‘let go’ once in a while. I am sure Echo would agree with me if he were here.”

Hunter’s mind wandered to his brothers stuck on the Marauder, wishing he didn’t have one of the less attention grabbing appearances in the group - face tattoo and all. The tattoo did help him fit in with the pirates surrounding him, though. At the change of the song, Hunter was brought back to reality - back to you.

“Am I allowed to say no?” Hunter rhetorically asked, already knowing what Tech’s answer would be. Before his brother could even reply, a sigh left Hunter’s lips, “If you record this, you’re on cleaning duty.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it!” Tech spoke, a mischievous glint in his eye. Once Hunter was far enough away from him, Tech started the recording for his brothers. Force, they were going to love this.

You leaned on a high table and observed the scene around you - loud music, dancing people, drinks. God, the drinks were incredible - they were the only reason you were there to begin with. Partying with people like you was definitely not your idea of fun, but people watching was. You took a sip of your drink, hardly having touched it. Your crew seemed to be having the time of their lives on the dance floor, leaving you by yourself. That was how all of these outings went - they coerce you that “it will be fun!” and “you’ll have a great time!”, but these parties have yet to live up to either expectation.

You were disturbed from your thoughts when a man with a half-skull tattooed on his face walked up to you - he looked to be having as much fun as you were. He stood beside you, holding a drink of his own and sipping from it. You’d be the first to admit he’s attractive - more attractive than anybody else in the crowded room. You turned to face him fully, placing your elbows on the table.

After a few moments of pounding music in the background, the man spoke.

“Do you wanna…” He awkwardly started, motioning with his head toward the pit of people, “with me?”

You thought for a moment. Anyone who’d asked before you declined immediately, yet this was tempting. You weren’t sure if it was the alluring presence of the man or if the liquor was hitting, but you ultimately decided to accept the invitation, taking the hand he offered.

The man led you to an open space between people before grabbing hold of your waist and giving you a look, asking if his hand placement was okay. You nodded, letting a smile grace your lips. A polite and handsome man? That’s a first at parties like these.

A familiar song came on, to which your eyes lit up - you love this song. You’d always wanted to dance to it at parties like these, but you’d never had a partner to. You felt yourself let go of whatever front you were putting up and allowed your hips to sway, the hands on your waist gripping you tighter.

You’d found yourself with your back turned to the stranger after the first verse, his hands now on your stomach. You bent over and brought your hands up your legs, leaving his hands to trail to your hips. Your ass brushed against his crotch, something almost bursting at the seams of his trousers. As you came back up, your back was flush against his chest and he breathed heavily in your ear, head slightly tilted downward.

The two of you continued the sensual dance to the song - two strangers in sync. The chemistry between you only strengthened with each song played, the last song ending with both of you out of breath and leaning against each other - your hands on the nape of his neck, tangled in his hair and his hands gripping your waist. Sweat was now dripping from your faces as you looked at the man you didn’t even know the name of - he was perfect.

For the first time, you didn’t want the night to end. Usually you were anticipating the time to leave - not this time. You were with the perfect man, who somehow single-handedly made the experience one of the best you’ve ever had.

“All of that and I didn’t even catch your name,” he whispered into your ear, the music finally having been turned off. You refused to move, as did he - you were both enjoying it too much.

“You know, everyone has to pass the dance test before earning that right,” You joked with him. You leaned back far enough to see the smile on his lips - along with the blush on his cheeks.

A laugh fell from his lips, “Surely I got a passing grade.”

“Just barely,” You offered your name with a smile, and learned his name - Hunter. “Well, Hunter. Thank you,” You combed your fingers through his hair, “I had a good time. Too bad it’s over.”

Hunter thought for a minute before boldly speaking, hoping he didn’t read the room wrong - “Who says it’s over?”

The next morning (after getting your comm channel), Hunter returned to his brothers on the Marauder. They all greeted him with knowing looks - looks that said ‘you got laid’ in not as many words.

“I am impressed by your ability to ‘connect’ with people,” Tech said, eyes trained on his datapad. “I would not be surprised if you returned with no information - thank the Force I was there too.”

“Didn’t know you could move like that, Hunter!” Wrecker laughed with a clap to Hunter’s upper-back, “Ya gotta teach me sometime!”

“Cleaning duty for the next month, Tech.” Hunter winced, knowing his brothers have all seen his less-than PG dancing with a stranger. He walked to the bunks, ready to get some much needed sleep before hearing someone’s muttering.

“Worth it.”

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[thebardofpotidaea]

So 18 years ago, little 14 year old, gay me, found this fan edit of my favourite show Xena Warrior Princess. Xena ment so much to me then and still to this day as it was my gay awakening lol. I wanted a love like Xena and Gabrielle had. Their connection and story really holds space in my heart. This video was my intreduction to Wicked. My first impressions. Not knowing anything of the story of wicked just the song For Good and how it felt like such a perfect and beatiful song to use for a video about xena and gabrielles love and journey. Then i found myself obsessed with wicked. Seeing so much in common with the love stories and connections the women have. I feel like elphaba and glinda really emulate the 'soul mate/kindred spirit' relationship between Xena and Gabrielle. That glinda was the only person to ever make Elphaba feel grounded and wanted unconditionally. The same as Gabrielle did for Xena. I remember getting my hands on a really bad camcorder copy of the original cast preforming Wicked. It was a disc copy and i watched it till the disc was unusable. Then for my 18th my mum got us tickets to see Wicked on the west end. Traveling from scotland to london to see the wonder that it is live. I am so greatful for both wicked and xena for giving me that emotion and rawness. The depth of feeling you can experience for something you connect to on an emotional level. Finally finding something that made me feel seen. Even if their love storys werent 'canon' or without their flaws... they still both gave hope to a generation of young lgbt+ people who found a relatability or a safe place in their stories and in their fandoms. It feels nice to feel connected to others threw those shared feelings.

When Wicked: For Good comes out at the end of the year i might just take a shot of making my own xena fan edit and give this a little update. Just for fun.

[chicago-geniza]

My pet theory is that the Diana Lethaby section of Tipping the Velvet was initially Xena über fic or Xena the Conquerer AU fic. And that even if it wasn't, there is a 100% chance Sarah Waters was writing Xena: Warrior Princess fanfiction in 1998. And moreover the beginning where Nan becomes obsessed with Kitty after seeing her perform and leaves her small provincial town to follow Kitty on the road and subsequently join her act. Well. That is also Xena fanfiction

[grainsofexcellence]

If you make #emmaswan slightly more upbeat you have #Gabrielle. You don’t have to change much from #ReginaMills to #Xena.

The blond and brunette pipeline is strong.

[davidytenny-ovariesexplodeywodey]

I remember I was thinking up fanfiction even before I knew about it lol. I was like 10 and daydreaming about Xena warrior princess and Captain Jack sparrow meeting and having an adventure and falling in love. It was pretty exciting when I discovered other people had written about it too.

Tbh still would be pretty cool.

[pattdork]

Attempt at a crossover of Xena and The Ministry of Time

WIP

[reysdriver]

Breeding | R.B.

Day 4 of Kinktober: Breeding Kink — husband!regulus x wife!reader

warnings: 18+, Minors DNI - smut, breeding kink, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, some light angst and fluff in certain parts

words: 0.7k

a/n: this is one day late, but i'll post 2 oneshots tomorrow after my last midterm test I promise

Regulus’ face was buried in the crook of your neck as he thrusted into you. His forehead was sweaty, but so were you, and you loved the sight of your husband’s dark curls sticking to his skin so you couldn’t care less about sweat. Honestly, all you could think about was how perfect he felt inside you. 

“You feel so good, Reg. So perfect.” You told him honestly. 

He let out a low moan before responding. “Not as perfect as you, my love. You make me feel so good. I’m gonna explode soon and fill you up just how you like.” 

You did love it when he came inside of you, but there was a sneaking suspicion in your mind that Regulus liked it more than you. Ever since you got married a few weeks ago, he had been obsessed with the idea of finishing inside of you in hopes of getting you pregnant. 

“I need it so badly.” You practically whined. 

He kept moving, hitting all of the right spots inside of you. He was letting out a series of heavy breaths and soft cusses right next to your ear, and it only increased your pleasure with every sound. 

“Are you sure you want it? You like it when I try to give you a baby?” 

Regulus got insecure sometimes; he always has. It’s been about a number of things, but no matter what it was, you tried your absolute best to help bring back his confidence and feel better about whatever he was upset about. This instance was no different than any other time, other than the fact that you were naked and in the middle of fucking. 

“I love it, honey, I really do. I want your baby so bad, then as many more as you’ll let me have.”

You were totally honest with him, even if you seemed like you were overcompensating for the sake of his comfort. You loved Regulus more than anyone in the world, that’s why you married him; there was no reason you wouldn’t want him to be the father of your kids. 

“I love you so much.” He told you as if he was reading your mind. 

“I love you too.” You promised. “You’re the best thing in my life, Reg— Oh, fuck!” Your train of thought was interrupted when Regulus sped up the pace and increased the force of his hips, plus adding a hand to your .

“You like that, my love?” 

You felt like you could only mumble words as an answer. “Yes, yes, yes. I’m getting close. Keep going.”

“So am I. I’m gonna fill you up and make sure you get pregnant for real this time.”

“Please, Reg. I really do need it.”

Just as you asked, Regulus kept up the rhythm of his thrusts so you could both finish together. He was hitting that perfect spot inside you, the spot that had you leaving scratches on your husband’s back and gripping the sheets with your other hand until your knuckles turned white. 

With a loud groan, Regulus released inside of you, but kept moving the way he was before as best as he could to help you along. After a few seconds, you reached your climax as well, and let Regulus know by letting out a moan and running your hand along his back far harder than you were before. 

You both took a moment to cool down, with Regulus laying on top of you, resting until your vitals went back to normal. Once his heart rate was back down, he pressed a sincere kiss to the part of your neck where his forehead had just been tucked, then he straightened his body and pulled out of you slowly. 

When moving out of you, he replaced his cock with his two fingers, eliciting a sharp breath from you as you jerked your head up to look at him between your legs. 

“I’m sorry, my love. I just want to make sure nothing spills out this time. We have to let this one be for real.”

You crashed your head back against the pillow. “This is gonna be the one that takes, I have a really good feeling about it.” You told Regulus. “You’ll be such a good dad, Reg.”

He tried to hide his face between your legs, but the grin was unmissable. “And you’re going to be a great mom.”

[imaginejolls]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ares/Gabrielle (Xena) Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Crack, Kinktober, Kinktober 2024, Size Difference, if i were overcautious i would tag this with dubcon but i think that might be an overkill, Not Episode Related, but the idea was sparked by their moment in:, s03e10: the quill is mightier... Summary:

Ares shows up to be a nuisance.

[miraculousbohemian]

THIS SHOW IS GETTING GAYER AND GAYER I LOVE IT