I’m a big fan of fan fiction, both as a pastime and as a general concept.
My introduction to fan fiction came in the 1990s, when I stumbled onto an online forum where people were writing alternate storylines for a popular TV show. At first, I thought it was just a fun way to imagine “what if” scenarios for characters I already loved and wanted to stay with beyond the confines of an episode or a season. But the more I read, the more I realized something deeper was happening. These stories were reflecting back to me feelings I hadn’t yet found words for – longings, questions, a sense of recognition I hadn’t experienced anywhere else.
It was the first place I felt safe exploring parts of myself I didn’t even fully understand. Fan fiction became a private, almost sacred space, one where I could let curiosity and emotion breathe and bloom without fear of judgment.
Before mainstream media began offering more queer representation, fan fiction was already doing it – quietly, generously, and for free. Queer writers were reimagining characters and relationships in ways that made space for us, long before studios or publishers did.
In a world that often told us we didn’t belong, fan fiction told us that we do. It didn’t matter if you were a teenager in a small town or an adult who hadn’t yet come out – there was a community of people writing the kinds of love stories, friendships, heroes, villains, and identities that mirrored what you’d only dared to imagine.
But the thing I like best about fan fiction is that it doesn’t ask permission. It takes what’s familiar and turns it inside out.
What if the sidekick was the hero?
What if the love story wasn’t straight?
What if the story didn’t have to end in pain?
For queer people, those questions are radical and sometimes lifesaving. We’ve spent so much of our lives reading between the lines, finding ourselves in subtext, or being told that our stories were too much, too niche, too political. Fan fiction gave us the freedom to rewrite the narrative – not just the fictional one, but our own.
What makes fan fiction extraordinary isn’t just that it exists outside traditional publishing; it’s that it thrives there. It’s a creative world built not on profit, but on participation, connection, and trust.
Sit with that for a moment, because that’s radical.
From early message boards to platforms like Archive of Our Own, fan communities run on generosity. Writers post their stories for free; readers respond with comments, kudos, and shared enthusiasm. Validation doesn’t come from sales or marketing or sales – it comes from someone halfway across the world whispering, “I felt this too.”
Anonymity plays a vital role in that culture. Many writers choose pseudonyms, and their privacy is seen not as secrecy, but as solidarity. Within these spaces, the story is enough. Your voice is enough. And that sense of safety, that ability to write and share without fear of being outed, dismissed, or shamed, has sustained multiple generations of queer creators.
AO3’s refusal to censor is another cornerstone of that freedom and something that I deeply appreciate. It allows writers to explore subjects that mainstream platforms might label taboo, too explicit, or too uncomfortable. That matters deeply for queer artists. To explore longing, identity, power, trauma, or desire in all their complexity, and to do so without judgment, is an act of reclamation. Their extensive tagging system allows people to easily search for what they want to read, and weed out things they don’t.
Exploring taboo subjects has always been a queer impulse: not to shock, but to reveal. To push against the boundaries that have kept us silent. Fan fiction makes space for that: a living archive of stories that insist there is nothing shameful about wanting, imagining, or questioning.
And through it all, community remains the heart of the work. Readers cheer for each other’s updates, beta readers offer edits and validation like love letters, and tags bloom into inside jokes. Fan fiction reminds us that storytelling doesn’t have to be hierarchical or commercial. It can be communal, queer, and profoundly free.
Fan fiction also gives us the chance to heal. We take characters who were denied joy or agency and give them both. We turn tragedies into love stories, subtext into text, shame into celebration. When queer people write “fix-it” fics, it’s not just about repairing a plot. It’s about reclaiming emotional truth. It’s about saying, This time, we survive. This time, we have agency.
It’s also healing to explore your darker impulses. Delving into the monstrous and grappling with it in all of its raw and ugly forms – taboo, heartbreaking, erotic, frightening – is also profoundly cathartic. Whatever it is you need to explore, there’s probably a fic somewhere.
And if there’s not…you can write it!
Rewriting stories isn’t new; it’s one of the oldest forms of storytelling. Humans have always reimagined familiar tales to explore new meanings or to make sense of their own desires. The Greek and Roman poets constantly borrowed from one another, spinning fresh versions of myths that were centuries old. Shakespeare reworked existing plots and characters into new plays that spoke to his own world.
And long before the internet, queer readers were already finding and rewriting themselves into the margins. Nineteenth-century readers shared “slash-like” interpretations of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. Early 20th-century writers such as Virginia Woolf and E.M. Forster wove coded love stories into their novels because they couldn’t publish them openly. Even Carmilla (1872), a Gothic tale of a female vampire’s obsession with another woman, can be read as one of the first alternate universes where forbidden love could exist.
What fan writers do online today continues that long, beautiful lineage. Every remix, rewrite, and “what if” is part of an ancient creative impulse: to take a story that mattered to us and make it more honest, more inclusive, more alive. The difference is that now, the community doing this is visible – global, networked, and unapologetically queer.
Fan fiction isn’t a modern anomaly; it’s the newest chapter in an ongoing human tradition of reclaiming the narrative.
At its core, fan fiction is an act of love, acceptance, and survival. Love for the stories that shaped us, even when they left us out. Acceptance of ourselves and the communities that helped us find ourselves. And evidence of the belief that everyone deserves to be the main character – not erased, not punished, not hidden and not coded, but fully seen.
Further reading:
For readers curious about fan fiction scholarship (yes! it is a thing!), Henry Jenkins’s Textual Poachers, Rebecca Black’s Adolescents and Online Fan Fiction, and Francesca Coppa’s The Fanfiction Reader are excellent starting points.