#CaseFile

[slippinmickeys]

I only have a couple chapters left of the third act to write, so I figured I’d tease my next—and possibly last—big fanfic. An MSR casefile.

I started writing fanfic like 25 years ago, when artwork for long works was the norm. So I’m doing what we did for years. I hope everyone enjoys. I’ll be releasing around Thanksgiving, one or two chapters a day. I started writing this story years ago, so it’s a long time coming.

It’s been fun. ✌🏻

[lilydalexf]

👽 Random X-Files Fic Rec

This fic evokes such an eerie X-Files mood. It was written for a @badthingshappenbingo "When Bad Things Happen To Good People" challenge, and be warned: this story is very good but it fits that bill! Title: Where the Ice Cracks Author: szxper Summary: A remote Alaskan town reports mass hallucinations, nausea, and vomiting—but no traceable toxin. Scully suspects a pathogen, but Mulder is drawn to whispers of an ancient creature said to poison minds rather than bodies. As the agents begin experiencing symptoms themselves, the lines blur between reality and delusion. Scully battles her scientific training while Mulder dives deeper into mythology, risking his grip on reality. Length: 1,452 words Classification: casefile, angst Rating: Not rated Spoilers: None listed Favorite line: He always smelled truth like blood on water—and this time, he’d caught a scent days before the case file even landed on her desk.

Read the story!

[pokipopii]

Casefile hehe

[harpers-mirror]

The podcast lineup these days...

[aloysiavirgata]

Singing of Mount Abora

Title: Singing  By: Aloysia Virgata Rating: NC-17 Category: MSR Timeline: S7 Summary:  Casefile, follow up to Petrichor, both of which are set in the same universe as Waters of Babylon. It also works fine as a standalone. Notes: Endless heart-eyed thanks to @slippinmickeys and @icedteainthebag for unbelievable editing, suggestions, and generally keeping me honest when I tried to get away with being lazy. And to @red2007 and @scullymakesmefeelautopsyturvy for being supportive and lovely and kind as I patched this thing together. I appreciate all of you more than you can possibly imagine for helping me get back into the swing of things after a long time away. I simply couldn't have done it without you all.

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“You’ve been requested specifically,” Kersh says, and the disgust in his voice is evident. Why anyone with the clout to make requests of the FBI should request Mulder is clearly baffling, like asking a genie for a urinary tract infection.

[mulderscreek]

Unreliable(?) Witness Challenge

Write a casefile story about a young missing child that disappeared from their yard. The only witness was an elderly man or woman with dementia who insisted the child was taken by a monster. Can Mulder and Scully get to the bottom of the case with the help of only someone who is losing their ability to recall events clearly?

Please tag @mulderscreek when you post your story, submit your story or the link to it to nurseryfiles@mulderscreek.com, post here on our submissions Tumblr, or send me a message with a link to your fic on Tumblr to reblog.

[spooky-jordan]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully, Fox Mulder & Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Original Characters Additional Tags: Case Fic, Season/Series 06, Canon Compliant, mostly..., Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn Summary:

After being reassigned to the X-Files, Mulder and Scully are sent to a small town in Louisiana to investigate a string of missing persons cases and the mysterious murder of a teenage girl. Scully suspects the work of a serial killer, but Mulder has other ideas. One way or the other, this small town harbours dark secrets, secrets that threaten to tear them apart, just as their partnership is beginning to morph into something more...

[darkesttimelinestuff]

Death in the Afternoon

Day 10 of Fictober! Wow! Mulder, Scully, casino, a Death in the Afternoon.

Prompt #16 - "Do you know a way out of here?"

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Mulder had convinced Scully to accompany him on a trip to New England. It wasn’t a case, per se, but they’d privately investigate the stacked rocks of the Makiawisug, while also experiencing the amenities and nightlife of Mohegan Sun Casino of Connecticut.

“So, you want to take me to New England, in the fall, to investigate some stacked rocks?” Scully had put it.

“Not just any rocks. It’s said by the Mohegan Indians that the Makiawisug are little creatures, not unlike leprechauns, that are generally kind, but occasionally known to cause mischief. They were the ones who taught the Indians to grow maize. And, when spotted by a human, would point a finger and cause the person to freeze in place. They would take all the person’s belongings.”

“So we’re on the case of a very old robbing.” Scully deadpanned.

“We’re not on a case. We’re on vacation.”

“You have a funny definition of vacation.”

“Well, Mohegan Sun has many award-winning restaurants, some of the best shows, and relaxing spas,” Mulder offered. 

“Now you’re talking,” Scully said.

That had been two days ago. Their investigation of the ancient rocks had come up short. No small creatures to cause havoc were found. Mulder was mildly disappointed, but they each enjoyed their couple’s massage that evening.

“Let’s get a drink,” Scully suggested, already tipsy from a combination of the spa’s champagne and the glorious, nearly orgasmic massage. 

“You go ahead. I want to change into something nicer,” Mulder said. “I’ll meet you at the bar.”

When Mulder found his way back to Scully, her lively and high-pitched voice carrying through the crowded bar, he was not prepared for the sight: Scully, tossing her hair, batting her lashes at everyone around her, sipping from strangers’ drinks, taking a drag from something that was definitely not a cigarette. 

“What the hell happened while I was gone?” Mulder muttered. 

“Mulder!” Scully exclaimed excitedly as he approached. “Bye, everyone!” she said. “Foxy’s here and I’m going to get laid!” 

“Scully! Shhh!!”

“There are so many people! Do you know a way out of here?” she asked, doe-eyed.

Mulder led her out of the crowd by the elbow and she high-fived several people on her way to the elevators. 

“What has gotten into you?” he whispered, calling down the elevator. 

“Well,” Scully said, thoughtfully, tapping a finger to her chin, “that delicious spa champagne, a Death in the Afternoon, and definitely a hit or two of pot!” She giggled. 

“What? The Hemingway novel?” Mulder spat.

The elevator doors opened. Scully pushed him inside and the doors closed behind her. 

“In the afternoon,” she repeated and kissed him, hard. 

Her hands were all over his body, his cock reacting instantly to the fondling. 

“What’s a ‘death in the afternoon?’” he managed, his mind going hazy with pleasure. 

“A drink,” she said, her tongue in his mouth. “Champagne, absinthe. It’s good.” She licked down his neck and under the collar of his shirt, then got down on her knees.

“Get up! What are you…” Mulder said and the elevator doors dinged open on their floor.

 An older couple, mouths agape, stood before them. 

Mulder helped Scully up and quickly whisked her off to their room. 

[belayadeath-goner]

⋆ @casefile , N. ROMANOVA, said: is this a bad time?

if anyone would be able to sneak up on her without her knowing, it was natasha. THE WIDOW. another remnant of a past long since fled, though it seemed only one of the two was making something out of their retirement. bianca had heard of her dealings in gotham, word traveled fast in their circles, the spider spinning a web of her own. “  i don't know, вдова, depends on what your intentions are, calling on me this late.  ” she walks further into the dimly - lit apartment, the other woman having found herself a comfortable seat in a chair near the window. she shrugs the rucksack off her shoulders, and toss it atop the kitchen counter before leaning against it. “  what's on your mind?  ”

[penofglen]

Narratives of the Night: The Allure of Casefile True Crime

What is your #favorite #truecrime #podcast, mine is #casefile #penofglen #glenwrites #rabbitfever #book #books #crime #podcasts #readers #reading #listeners #casefiletruecrime #blog #blogs #blogging #bookish #authors #novel #fiction #trl #bookish #new

Have you ever found yourself drifting into slumber with the eerie stories of a True Crime podcast whispering in your ear? It’s an oddly comforting bedtime habit for some, and I’m keen to know, what’s your favorite true crime podcast? For me, it’s Casefile True Crime. Podcast tastes are personal, but my pet peeve is podcasts with multiple hosts that often descend into aimless chatter. It’s like…

[slippinmickeys]

The Unseelie Court (16/16)

Scully immediately turned to Mulder who rose woozily to his feet, his hand looking small in Aeon’s massive paw.

“Are you okay?” she asked. 

He turned his body experimentally, wincing, and brought a hand to his side. 

“I think I may have a bruised rib,” he said on a truncated breath.

“Oh, Mulder,” Scully said, rubbing a hand up and down his arm, the fleecy material of his pullover soft in her fingers. 

Her heart was coming down from her swivet, her head still swirling with surprise and fear, but she found Mulder’s gaze centered her and stilled the bits of her that were still shaky. 

Aeon grunted and made his way for the door. 

Mulder called out. “Wait!”

Scully could hear her own preoccupations echoing in his voice. Rolled and manipulated and used in the machinations of higher beings, they felt owed some kind of denouement. 

Aeon turned back to him.

“Is that it?” Mulder asked. “Is it…is it done?”

“It’s done.”

“But, what…” Mulder shot Scully a baffled, helpless look.

The fuck just happened, which Scully also wanted to know. 

“Will everyone remember now?” she asked, thinking she didn’t want any dings on her record that she hadn’t earned. 

Aeon shook his head. “No one will.”

The partners exchanged another glance. 

“Then how?” Mulder asked. “Why do we?”

Scully, recalling the leaf in her pocket, reached in and pulled out the evidence bag. The leaf was gone. 

“You were supposed to submit that for evidence,” Aeon said, looking disappointed. “You two have managed to subvert both my expectations and my magic. I’ll be glad to see the backs of you.”

Scully debated whether or not to take some pride in that. The feeling was mutual. Though he’d helped them in the end, the dream ‘warnings’ he’d sent were cryptic at best, befuddling at worst. The fae seemed to operate on an entirely different plane of social communication and mores.

“So you’re Seelie Court, and Avery was…” Mulder trailed off, looking a little gray. “I’m starting to understand.”

“You understand nothing,” Aeon said, haughty and dismissive. 

Scully turned to him. That wasn’t fair. 

“We understand more than most,” she said. 

“We’ve seen things—” Mulder started.

Aeon shook his head and took a step back toward them. 

“You’ve seen things,” he scoffed, looking at them both with extreme derision, one, then the other.

“Deep in the earth, under the mantle and into the core,” he said, his cloak shimmering with the conviction of his words, “there is a vine that grows, invasive and malignant.” Mulder audibly swallowed. “It has been growing since time began, and every now and then in our history and in yours, it breaks the surface, and lives for a time, absorbing energy and whispering a hateful tune to anyone whose ear has turned toward it.” Aeon made a gesture with his hand and the tenor of the room felt suddenly quite bleak. “And it grows and it sings and its message is spread until someone like me finds it and hacks it down and poisons its roots. It retreats back from whence it came until it’s able to creep sunward once more.” He raised himself to his full, if diminutive height. “You have not found the malevolent verdure, Mr. Mulder, you’ve merely looked into the crevice from which it came. And then, seen only a fraction of its depth.”

Mulder mulled over what Aeon had said, trying to process. 

“So you’re a hunter? And Avery was your prey?” he asked, as ever, wanting to understand.

“You think it’s that simple?” Aeon said. “Avery is a mischief-maker, nothing more. And every time he crosses into this realm to collect his little human playthings, he leaves a hole and Hate follows him.”

“So you’re trying to save the human realm from this…this hate that’s coming into it.”

“I don’t give a damn about the human realm. You have it all backwards. He’s not bringing the pestilence here into this realm. It originated here. It’s following him home.”

Mulder reached out and put his hand on Scully’s shoulder.

“So why did you bring Daly back?” 

“Daly had found a way back on his own. He paid for his passage. With sacrifice and coin. As I told your lover, I came to make sure no one took his place.”

Mulder began to put the pieces together. 

“But why did he die?” Scully asked. The only question that still remained. “What killed him?”

“You heard what Ælfred said. Daly’s Luck had run out,” Aeon said levelly. 

Was it another riddle? Scully thought no. Daly had danced with the devil. Beside her, Mulder scraped his shoe over the tile floor, shifting on his feet. 

“Aeon,” she said, a little apprehensive. “You said Avery didn’t know our true names. But he said our names in the hollow. If those weren’t…what are they?”

Aeon, for the first time crooking his face into something like a smile, blinked slowly at her.

“You really don’t know?”

At the door when she left that morning, her mother had hugged her tightly and pressed a cookie tin full of cupcakes into her hands. She tucked a lock of Scully’s hair behind her ear with a watery smile. “Does he call you Dana now?” she’d asked softly. Scully had smiled and shook her head, rueful. 

Aeon’s face now mirrored that look. 

Scully reached out and took Mulder’s hand once more, turning to see if he understood, too. With a shy smile, he squeezed. 

When they turned back to Aeon, he was gone. 

***

They walked to the parking lot in silence, arms brushing against each other. Beside her, Mulder gave a small shudder. His teeth chattered. 

“Jesus,” he said. “It’s not even that cold.”

Scully stopped mid-stride and grabbed his elbow, pulling him up short. 

“You’re shocky,” she said, her brow knitted in concern.

“Yes,” he agreed, the word said through his overbite. 

Scully stepped up to him, thunked the weight of her forehead against the tight beat of his heart. To her relief, it thumped a steady, slow rhythm. She wrapped her arms around him loosely, mindful of his ribs, letting her heat leech through her layers of clothes and into his. The scent of magnolia was petering out and she breathed in deeply through her nose, the scent of him pleasantly pricking her sinuses.

They swayed together for more than a minute and the breeze picked up, a chill knocking between the setting sun and the moon which hung low and full above the treeline. The anticipation of separation hung there too, too close for comfort; they had driven separate cars. 

“How are your ribs?” she finally asked, pulling back to look up at him. 

“Tender,” he said. “But I don’t want to let go.”

A car drove down the street parallel to the building, flipping on its headlights in the burgeoning dusk. 

“Mulder, what just happened?” Scully asked. 

He could still feel the kinking, tight pressure of vines around his throat. 

“Scully, if you Antarctica this, I swear to God…”

Scully huffed a small laugh. “What do you have in your pocket? When Avery tried to grab you—”

Mulder let go of her long enough to snake his hand between several layers of clothes. From his pocket he produced a light yellow plastic likeness of Homer Simpson, head tilted back in sybaritic longing. In Matt Groening script under his face, it read simply “Donuts.” A kitchen magnet. Like hers.

Scully’s face registered a surprised, if distasteful moue. “All that was standing between you and everlasting supernatural purgatory was…Homer Simpson drooling over donuts?”

“I was worried. In a rush,” he said, and the side of his face lifted in a half-grin. “We can’t all carry ‘Invasion of Rarities,’” he quipped. 

“Does it glow in the dark?”

“I think it does, yeah,” his voice cracked, his color starting to return to normal. “I’m not sure where I got it. I think it was a White Elephant gift from the Gunmen. I grabbed the first thing to hand.”

The space in between them was filling up with cool air and the night insects were finding their voices. Scully’s face fell a little, her grip around his middle less sure. 

“Mulder,” she started. “About what Avery said…I don’t put our search for the truth above our—above what you and I—I’m not worried that…” She pressed her lips together, looked up at the moon and inhaled deeply. “He thought he knew me, but he didn’t.”

Mulder let her sweat for a moment, tilted his head back to look at her with sleepy eyes. 

“There are a lot of places I want to…”—he tried to think of less crass phraseology than Ælfred’s ‘fuck’—“…be with you. But in the streets, in the open, isn’t necessarily one of them,” he finished. “Though I’m not one to shame most sexual predilections and I promise to keep an open mind.”

The solidarity that connected them—that saw them through midnight stakeouts and uncomfortable interviews and sweeping flashlights into dark rooms with sidearms at temple index—tightened, knitting them closer together.

Mulder leaned down to kiss her, in front of God and everybody, in the otherwise empty parking lot of the Adrian County morgue. 

“Come on,” he said, straightening, licking the taste of her from his lips. “I’ll walk you to your car.”

Scully, feeling the itch of having stepped through a wrinkle in time, humored him and let him take her elbow. They sauntered the rest of the way to her car, each thinking of what they’d do when they got back to DC—sharing an order of lo mein at his coffee table, his hot skin against hers on cool, rumpled sheets, passing sheaves of the Post back and forth in the light of the late morning sun. They would spend the remainder of the weekend in each other’s arms, and rise Monday morning to face auditors, coworkers, knowledge of other realms only the two of them perceived.

“See you at home?” he asked, reaching for her door handle. 

“See you at home.” In the open doorway of her car, Scully lifted herself up onto the tips of her toes and kissed him one more time. 

[lilydalexf]

👽 X-Files Casefile Fic Recs, Part 4

Here are a bunch of very good X-Files fics featuring a casefile. Not enough? Check out all the recs in part 1, part 2, and part 3. Enjoy! Backlash by Joann Humby Mulder and Scully are still on the run but time's running out. Birdsong by @chekcough The plot of Silence of the Lambs, with Dana Scully replacing Clarice Starling, and a younger Agent Mulder, working in the B.S.U, assigned to help her. It is not at all necessary to have seen/read either 'The Silence of the Lambs' or 'The X-Files' to enjoy this. Dominion by aka "Jake" "So what's in New Orleans, Mulder?" His slanting smile widened into an all-out, cat-who-ate-the-canary grin, producing a seldom seen dimple in his unshaved cheek. "The third in a series of decapitations, Scully. Ritualistic overtones." He waggled his eyebrows. "The heads are still missing." Doorway to the Gods by @wtfmulder Mulder and Scully travel to Arizona to investigate the ‘Doorway to the Gods,’ a rock formation that is said to give wanderers access to a parallel universe. Hallowed by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) In order to get a dangerous, misogynistic cult shut down, Mulder and Scully have to go undercover as a married couple to destroy it from the inside. When they get a little too involved, how will they manage to come out alive? Malevolence by aka "Jake" When ex-ISU Chief Bill Patterson is found dead in his prison cell with his face slashed and his eyes cut out, Mulder and Scully pick up the hunt where they left off five years earlier. Still convinced the killer is not a man but an evil spirit, Mulder pursues his own investigative methods, bringing him to the brink of insanity for a second time. Meanwhile, Scully is desperate to solve the case before she loses Mulder to his demons forever. Mezzo Luna by msk "Eleven assaults or acts of vandalism in a quiet Italian-American neighborhood and none of the assailants is less than middle-aged. It's a definite anomaly, Scully. Decent, law-abiding people who erupted in violence and can't explain why. It doesn't make sense." Midori No Me by FridaysAt9 When several couples go missing from a 55+ community in Florida, Mulder and Scully are once again assigned as an undercover married couple tasked with solving the case. Mulder can’t wait to play house as a retiree, but because of the nature of their relationship at its current state, Scully isn’t so sure. Set post Plus One. Reflections of the Unknown by Sophos Scully and Mulder investigate serial killers in New Orleans, and reflect upon their feelings for each other. / Mulder and Scully are brought in to investigate a series of suicides in a Boston home, while dealing with the visibility of their emotions for one another. She Walks at Night by fragilevixen (@fragilevixenfic) Mulder’s knack for getting himself and Scully into sticky situations leads them to the heart of NOLA at the tail end of Hurricane season after barely surviving a Floridian storm—to investigate a rumor of a notable Voodoo Queen and missing girls trying to bring her back. Shine by Ainon Mulder and Scully come to investigate multiple deaths in one family. Stuck in Storage by tiredmoonlight On what she believes to be a wild goose chase case in the middle of South Carolina, Scully ends up locked in a storage closet overnight with her partner. Strangers and the Strange Dead by Kipler In which dead bodies and shivering people disturb the hilltown of Bradenton, and our young, orphaned narrator serves hot beverages to the investigating agents even as she ponders the peculiar, elusive nature of their relationship. The Tiger Complex by LoneGunGuy While investigating a gruesome catastrophe in the Amazon rain forest, Mulder and Scully struggle against a mysterious killer, their own suspicions and the unforgiving jungle itself.

[the3williams]

knowing

[link]

She knew she was well. But well and whole were not the same thing.

[secularbakedgoods]

this bit is mostly @stjohnstarling's influence

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 Fic Rec #62: "Original Sin" by Syntax6

Today’s fic is another novel-length mystery by @syntax6 that showcases her well-honed craftsmanship with polish and confidence. The premise is intriguing: what if Scully really did leave and move to Utah at the end of Fight the Future? The fic picks up two years later with a casefile that unravels the mystery at the heart of the X-Files mytharc.

It never ceases to amaze me the way Syntax6 weaves the loose threads of canon into something even better��plausible, compelling, and still true to the series' classic vibe. Her original characters and her take on Diana are first-rate as always. An entertaining, powerful read!

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🥏 on author's site 🥏 audio version on @audiofanficpod read by @red2007

length: novel, 102K / 52,000+ words season: post-FTF pairing(s): M/S UST to RST, Scully/Other, Mulder/Other tags: AU, casefile, angst, mytharc, jealousy, rift, separated/reunited, good OCs, Diana Fowley, Samantha Mulder rating: explicit/NC-17

Tagging @today-in-fic

[cyberphuck]

(Sound on to hear me not asleep yet even though I have to be up in a few hours)