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🌙 Shall we?

It started like any other lazy evening.

Lila had wandered over in her usual way—no text, no warning, just a soft knock knock and a tray of something vaguely Italian. We all gathered on the floor in our lounge-wear, surrounded by dim fairy lights, three mugs of tea, and a suspicious number of carbs. Gabrielle claimed it was “leftover pasta,” but the flavor said otherwise. That woman could charm a fork.

Xena was unusually quiet, sipping her tea like it was wine, watching Gabby with that gaze that could slice bread.

Lila leaned toward me. “They’ve been quiet. That’s either romance or danger.”

I shrugged, mouth full of fettuccine. “Could be both.”

And then—like a scene out of a movie she forgot to warn us about—Gabrielle stood, wiping her hands on her sweatpants, and extended a hand toward Xena.

“No music?” Xena teased.

“We make our own,” Gabby grinned.

And then… they danced.

Right there, in the living room. Barefoot. Slow. Silly at first—Gabby mouthing soundless lyrics, Xena rolling her eyes but still following her lead. It wasn’t choreographed. It wasn’t polished. It was… just soft. Like their bodies remembered something their minds didn’t need to explain.

Lila and I sat frozen.

She nudged me, whispering, “Why am I nervous? I'm not even involved.”

I was about to reply when Gabrielle looked over her shoulder at us, eyes glittering like a secret.

“You two joining or what?”

My brain short-circuited. “Us??”

Xena chuckled low. “There’s room.”

I looked at Lila. She looked at me. And then, giggling like kids at a school dance, we stood—awkwardly, arms unsure where to go at first, but warmth rising between us like we’d been waiting for this moment and didn’t know it.

So we danced. With them. With each other. With no music. Just laughter. Light. And the hush of night curling around our ankles like a blanket.

It didn’t last forever. But it lasted long enough.

Later, we all collapsed onto the couch in a sleepy pile of limbs and leftover love.

Gabby whispered, “That was better than dessert.”

Xena smirked. “That was dessert.”

Lila leaned on my shoulder. “Best sleepover ever.”

And just before I drifted off, I felt Gabrielle’s hand reach for mine across the pillow.

She squeezed it once.

“See? Told you there’d be dancing.”

No pasta was harmed during the production of this emotional ambush. Goodnight 💫🍷

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☀️ Part 2: The Secret Ingredient Was Silence

Morning after the storm, ft. wild herbs, soft apologies, and passive-aggressive omelettes.

By morning, they were... fine. Not touching, but fine.

Gabby was in the kitchen early, hair up, sleeves rolled, humming while chopping greens and village olives like nothing ever happened.

Xena joined a little later, sleepy-eyed and quiet, but she offered to set the table. No one mentioned the emotional earthquake from seven hours ago.

After we ate (and wow, Gabby’s village breakfast could solve international conflicts), I finally pulled her aside.

“So... what was that about?” I whispered.

She raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Gabby. You didn’t look at her all night. I thought she was going to combust.”

Gabrielle finally exhaled, a mix of frustration and affection. “She didn’t text me. Not once while I was gone. Not even an ‘I miss you.’” She stirred the za’atar with an extra sprinkle of judgment. “She said she was ‘giving me space.’ SPACE. Who asks for space from me?”

I blinked. “She was probably trying to respect your family time.”

“She can respect me while texting me I’m adorable, thank you very much.”

And just like that, the storm made sense.

Later, I saw Xena slide her arms around Gabby from behind while she was drying herbs. A quiet kiss to the neck. Gabby pretended not to smile. Xena pretended she didn’t just whisper: “I missed you so bad it hurt.”

Gabby kissed her elbow. Drama queens.

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Gabrielle's return

🌿Part 1: Midnight Honey & Silent Wars🌿

When your bestie’s supposed to be out of town… but the drama shows up at the door with wild honey and village sass.

Warning: Contains midnight surprises, passive-aggressive TV swiping, and emotional whiplash served with organic honey.

Gabrielle had left for the weekend—two full days in the village with her family. It was meant to be wholesome, quiet, peaceful. Unproblematic.

So Saturday night was just us: me, Lila, and Xena. The vibe? Soft lighting, guilty snacks, and deep debates like: Would Xena survive a TikTok dance challenge without starting a rebellion?

Then— Ding dong.

We froze. Midnight doorbells are criminal.

Xena raised a brow. “Ghosts don’t ring.”

Lila: “Unless they bring snacks.”

I opened the door— “Surprise!”

There she was. Gabrielle. Glowing cheeks, windblown hair, arms full of tote bags, jars clinking like a secret spell.

“Didn’t expect me? My brother had a late-night trip, so—boom! Early ride.”

Xena stepped forward, eyes wide. “And your keys?”

Gabrielle just grinned. “And where’s the fun in that?”

She brushed past us like she owned the wind. Kissed me on the cheek. Handed Lila a bar of village beeswax soap like it was a love letter. Still no hello for Xena. No kiss. No hug. No glance.

Gabby giggled her way to the kitchen, unpacking things like she hadn’t just committed an emotional heist.

Xena was frozen in place for 0.2 seconds. Then she sat down and started swiping through the smart TV menu like she was battling it.

Lila leaned over to me. “Um… is this normal?”

I sipped my tea. “She says she’ll be cleaning… after midnight.”

Lila: “Cool cool. Totally healthy coping.”

The night melted on. Gabby laughing with us. Xena pretending not to notice her. The air? Thicker than honey.

They vanished into their room around 2 a.m. Door closed.

Let’s just say: the walls were not emotionally insulated.

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🌼 Knock Knock… Trouble?

⚠️ Warning: This story contains mild neighbor chaos, excessive coziness, and the unexpected appearance of a woman named Lila holding banana bread like it’s a peace treaty.

It was a slow, syrupy kind of morning.

You know the kind—blankets tangled like questionable life choices, hair pointing in five directions, and someone (probably Gabrielle) humming off-key in the kitchen while burning toast. Again.

Xena was sprawled on the couch in sweatpants, flipping through a newspaper she absolutely wasn’t reading. I was wrapped in a throw blanket like a traumatized cinnamon roll, sipping lukewarm coffee and contemplating the meaning of life (and whether cereal counts as a full meal).

Then the doorbell rang.

We all froze.

Doorbells on lazy mornings are unnatural. Suspicious. Practically criminal.

Gabby peeked through the curtain. “There’s a woman outside.”

“Does she look dangerous?” I asked, adjusting my hood dramatically.

“She’s holding banana bread,” Gabrielle whispered. “Could be a bribe.”

That’s when Xena—yes, Xena, legendary warrior, destroyer of nations , peeked out a cushion from behind held it like a child holding her barbie and whispered :

“Tell her we're not home”

Gabrielle opened the door anyway. Of course she did.

Enter: Lila.

She had sunshine hair, a floral mug in one hand (where did she even get that?), and the energy of someone who wakes up without needing three alarms and a motivational podcast.

“Hi!” she said. “I’m Lila. I just moved in next door. I brought banana bread and a warning: I talk before coffee.”

We stared at her like she’d arrived from a different dimension. Possibly one with working circadian rhythms.

Lila tilted her head. “You guys look cozy. And mildly alarmed.”

Xena crossed her arms.

“We don’t do mornings.”

Gabrielle stepped aside, ever the gracious chaos magnet.

“Come in. But be warned—we haven’t reached peak functionality yet.”

Lila came in anyway. Like a brave soldier. She sat on the floor like it was her own living room, passed around the banana bread, and said:

“So… is this a cult, or just unusually attractive roommates?”

Gabby almost choked on her bite. I spilled coffee on my blanket. Xena just smirked.

“Too soon?” Lila asked.

“Way too soon,” I said, through a laugh.

“But you’re staying,” Xena added.

And just like that, Lila became part of the morning.

✨ Some mornings begin with coffee. Ours began with banana bread and a suspiciously charming neighbor who may or may not be a spy. But honestly? We’re keeping her.🎉

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Part 5: The Fort at Night: Where Secrets Yawn and Smiles Glow🌠

The fort was glowing. Not from any magical spell—unless you count string lights and the emotional danger of two women in oversized hoodies plotting my emotional downfall.

Gabrielle was fluffing the pillows like it was a sacred ritual. Xena was adjusting the blanket layers with the precision of someone who once designed battlefield traps.

And me? I was standing there holding a mug of sleepy tea, too tired to fight, too happy to question, and very aware I had been lured here under the pretense of "just resting."

“Okay,” Gabrielle said, hands on hips. “You’re in the middle.”

Xena raised a brow. “Strategic placement?”

Gabby grinned. “Emotional insulation.”

I blinked. “Should I be worried?”

Gabby gave me the most innocent smile ever weaponized. “Oh honey, if you weren’t worried the moment we asked you to stay the night, that’s on you.”

Xena chuckled low, handing me a blanket. “Too late to escape now.”

I climbed in, nestled between them, warm and full of tea and trust and also panic. Not the scary kind, just the kind that comes when two gorgeous disaster-souls are being very calm, very sweet, and very close.

Gabby turned to face me, cheek squished against her pillow. “You know, Maria… I don’t know why, but no one else would ever share this little space with us.”

Xena added, her voice soft and impossibly close: “No one would dare.”

I laughed, teasing, “Then why allow me?”

Xena smirked. “I don’t know. You’re just… here.”

Gabby gasped. “Xena! Did you just admit to a feeling?”

Xena fake-snored. Loudly.

Gabby turned back to me, eyes wide. “We really must set you up with someone. You’re far too cute and far too confused to survive this alone.”

I rolled my eyes. “No one could bear all these genius genes.”

Xena agreed, lazily. “True. But we still want our own private room.”

I sat up. “Aha! So you admit there’s something going on between you two!”

Without missing a beat, Xena turned, pulled me down in one smooth motion, and wrapped her arm around me. Gabby sandwiched me from the other side, giggling like a child.

“Goodnight, little clueless,” Xena whispered.

I mumbled, smirking, “I’m not clueless. I’ve always known...”

“Hushhhh,” Gabrielle cut me off, kissing the top of my head. “Sleep well, Genius Genes.”

And I did.

Tucked in warmth, squished between love and chaos, hearing their soft breathing like lullabies written only for me.

The stars stayed quiet. The night held us gently. And somewhere in the silence, they probably kissed. But I was dreaming already.

Goodnight 💭

Sometimes the best kind of magic is a blanket fort, whispered secrets, and the warmth of friends who feel like home.

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Part 4 — Bedtime Fort: The Real Deal ✨

Warning: Reading this may cause spontaneous fort-building, goofy grins, and severe hot chocolate cravings. Side effects: butterflies and major cozy vibes. Proceed with snuggly caution!

Gabrielle bounced into the room, eyes sparkling like she’d just hatched the best idea in the world. “Let’s build a fort tonight. You’re coming with us.”

Her voice was playful but firm—no arguing allowed. I raised an eyebrow. “A fort? Now?”“Absolutely. It’s the perfect way to end the day. Cozy, secret, just us.

Xena appeared behind her, that signature smirk playing on her lips. She gave me a look that said, You’re not getting out of this.

So we gathered every blanket, every pillow, every throw we could find. Gabby was practically buzzing with excitement, draping fabrics, stacking cushions, and making this little space a kingdom of softness and shadows. Inside the fort, the world felt smaller—safer.

Gabby plopped down beside me, slipping on Xena’s old hoodie, and shot me that mischievous grin I already knew too well.

“You sure you want to be here?” she teased softly, brushing a stray hair behind my ear, her eyes flickering between me and Xena like she was daring me to catch the secret.

Xena lounged against the fort wall, cool and calm, but her gaze never left Gabby. The way they looked at each other? Like they were sharing a joke no one else got.

Their silent language wrapped around me like the blankets. Gabby’s hand found mine, fingers curling around, warm and sure.“You’re kind of impossible to ignore,” she whispered, her breath soft against my skin.

Before I could respond, Xena’s voice rumbled low, teasing but edged with something tender.“Watch yourself. She’s got a way of making hearts race.”

Gabby laughed quietly, nudging me gently. “It’s true. But maybe I like that about her. About us.

Their eyes met, full of something fierce and unspoken. And suddenly I was the lucky one in the middle of this electric storm of love and teasing.

I tried to catch my breath, but Gabby leaned in closer, voice a secret.“Don’t worry. You’re part of this now.

The night stretched out, filled with whispered jokes, stolen glances, and a warmth that wasn’t just from the blankets.

The real flirt? Oh, that was definitely between them.But me? I was just happy to be invited.

“No pillows were harmed during the making of this cozy chaos.”

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🌿 Xena & Gabby: Modern Life Shenanigans – Part 3

“Laundry Day & the Battle of the Flirt (aka: Emotional Crimes Were Committed)”

It all started before I even got home. Apparently.

Because, unknown to me, somewhere between the lavender-scented candle and the rising tide of soft domestic chaos, Gabrielle had declared war. Or mischief. Or emotional sabotage—unclear.

All I know is that (as she later confessed over popcorn), it started when she flirted with Xena while folding towels, and Xena completely ignored her in favor of "precision folding." That made Gabby mad.

So, naturally, her response was to turn me into her next mission.

“Let’s see if she can handle a little attention,” she whispered to Xena, dramatic like a villain in a soft indie rom-com. Xena smirked. “Try not to kill her.” “I make no promises.”

And so the trap was set.

I walked in, innocent, hoodie dragging off one shoulder, mug of coffee in hand, hoping the universe would spare me a crisis before 10 a.m.

Instead, I got Gabrielle—dressed in Xena’s hoodie, lips curled in that knowingly dangerous smile, folding my laundry like it was a love letter. She looked me up and down and purred, “Morning, sunshine, you're hot in this hoodie.”

Instant heart palpitations.

Meanwhile, Xena leaned against the dryer like she was posing for the world's most dangerous softcore shampoo ad. Arms crossed. Boot tapping. Then—without even looking at me—she muttered in that low, terrifyingly calm voice: “You always make the room warmer when you walk in.”

And that’s when I died.

I couldn’t even respond. I just stood there like an unplugged toaster.

Gabby tossed a folded shirt at me and it hit me in the chest. “Don’t faint yet,” she teased. “We still have socks to emotionally destabilize you with.”

And they were definitely teaming up. Flirting like it was an Olympic sport. Gabrielle kept brushing past me to hand me things that didn’t even belong to me. Xena offered to show me how she sharpens her throwing chakram. I think I nodded. I don’t know. My brain was boiling.

At one point, Gabrielle sat beside me, leaned in real close, and whispered in my ear, “You’re blushing.”

I wasn’t blushing. I was ascending.

But the real weapon? Gabby gave me one long, sweeping look, tilted her head, and said—loudly, dramatically: “Do you realize how ridiculously attractive you are when you're confused?”

The room stopped breathing.

I blinked. “Are you—wait—me?? You're talking to me??”

I nearly dropped my tea. I was about to say something. Maybe even flirt back. Maybe.

But just as I opened my mouth—Gabrielle stood, all giggles and innocence. Xena? She muttered something about sharpening her sword. Again. For no reason. I shouted after her, “Really? For what? For laundry??”

And I was left there. Staring at the laundry. Absolutely emotionally mugged.

**No laundry was harmed during the production of this unmotioned picture. My pride, however, requested counseling**

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Xena & Gabby: Modern Life Shenanigans – Part 2

Warning: suspicious smoothies, emotional sabotage, and casual weaponry for ambiance.

It was either the same cursed afternoon or the morning after Part 1—time is fake, feelings are real.

Woke up craving peace. Got ambushed by Gabrielle’s smile instead.

“Maria,” she says, way too sweet for this ungodly hour—whatever dimension of time we’re in—“do you want a smoothie?”

Now. Let me explain something. When Gabrielle offers you a smoothie, it’s not health—it’s a personality test. And I failed. I said yes. Because I’m tired. And weak. And slightly addicted to kitchen chaos.

I ask what’s in it.

Xena, in the background, sharpening a knife for no reason at all maybe she’s setting the ambiance: “Regret.”

Gabrielle (smiling wider, which is concerning): “Mango! …and surprise.”

Me, already regretting my life choices: “Cool. I love not knowing what I’m drinking.”

It was green. It smelled like betrayal. Texture of swamp. Still better than some of my dating history.

Then out of nowhere:

Gabby: “We were talking this morning…”

Me: “Nope. I don’t like where this is going.”

Gabby (ignoring me, as usual): “…and we think you need a hobby.”

Xena: “Preferably one that doesn’t involve narrating our love story like it’s a Netflix series.”

Me: “First of all, you’re welcome. Second—don’t act like I’m wrong.”

Cue Gabrielle sliding this dramatic little notebook toward me. On the cover? Maria’s Quest Log written in glitter pen like I just got recruited into a magical girl anime with trauma and caffeine.

I blink. “So I’m… getting side quests now?”

Gabrielle: “Optional. But some involve cookies.”

Me: “Accepting the mission. Immediately.”

Xena: smirks mid-knife-sharpening “You’re too easy.”

Me: “You’re literally brandishing a blade over banana bread.”

Anyway. I’m sipping my Betrayal Smoothie when Gabrielle pulls the real sneak attack.

She goes: “We really do love having you here, you know.”

And I—choked. On the spot. On air. On emotion.

Me: “RUDE. You can’t just say stuff like that before caffeine kicks in!”

Xena: “You’ll survive.”

Barely.

Then. The moment. I don’t know what possessed me—maybe the smoothie toxins—but I picked up a grape.

Looked Xena dead in the eye.

And. Threw it.

Direct hit.

Gabrielle gasped like I’d just cursed Olympus—or worse, like I’d provoked Xena, the woman who killed the Olympian gods.

Xena turned her head. Slowly. The Death Stare activated. Time froze. Even the birds outside paused mid-chirp.

I braced for divine retribution.

Then, deadpan, she goes: “…It’s a tie. For now.”

And just kept sharpening the knife.

Me and Gabrielle, slowly exchanging nervous fake smiles like: Haha… we’re totally not dying today, right? Haha?

Anyway. That’s how I almost died by fruit warfare.

More chaos coming soon. Probably involving glitter, someone crying over toast, and Xena casually doing cardio in full armor.

No grape was harmed during the production of this unmotion picture.

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Welcome to My Modern Scrolls

Hey Xenites! 🌿 If you’ve ever wondered what Xena and Gabrielle would be like in today’s world (besides giving me caffeine-fueled anxiety), I’m diving into their modern adventures with “Xena & Gabby: Modern Life Shenanigans.” 💥

Get ready for lazy mornings, sneaky cuddles, flirt wars, and me just trying to survive their dramatic chemistry while clinging to my coffee mug. ☕️

Part 1 is up now at @gabbymodernscrolls. Read it, laugh (or cringe), reblog if you’re feeling it, and let’s keep these ancient queens alive in the modern day. 👑

More chaos is coming soon. (Of course, it is.)

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Xena & Gabby: Modern Life Shenanigans – Part 1 Warning: flirts, caffeine, and sneaky cuddles.

Woke up wrapped in my blanket on Xena’s couch, hair everywhere, birds already yelling outside like it’s their job. Smell of fresh coffee hit me before my brain could even load.

I sat up, still half-asleep… and boom. There they were.

Xena and Gabrielle. Way too close, too cozy cozy at the kitchen island, sipping coffee and looking suspiciously... couple-y.

Gabrielle was giggling. Like, actual giggling. “You didn’t really mean that last night, did you?”

Xena, sipping her coffee like she owns the world: “You seemed to like it.”

I just blinked at them. “Okay. I leave you two alone for ten minutes and now you’re acting like you’ve been married since ancient Greece?”

Gabrielle blushed. Xena didn’t even flinch.

I dragged myself over, grabbed a mug, and sat down like I hadn’t just heard something I can never un-hear. “So… are you two officially together or just trying to emotionally destroy me before I’ve had my caffeine?”

Gabby: “Maybe both?”

Me: “Rude. Anyway, when’s the wedding? I’m calling flower girl. But like… with combat boots and dramatic slow-mo music.”

Then Xena turned her head. Eyes locked on me. Uh-oh.

“You sure you wanna mess with me this early?”

I hesitated.

Too late.

She chucked a grape straight at my forehead. And it hit. Hard.

“Ow! What the—Xena!”

“That was your warning shot,” she said, deadpan.

Gabrielle almost spat out her coffee laughing.

I held my mug close. “Okay! Fine! Warrior Princess: 1. Me: 0. Bruised but surviving.”

And then they shared that look again. You know the one. The we’ve got each other and we know it look.

I pretended not to see it. But honestly? I love it here.

More chaos coming soon. This was just Part 1