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X-Files Collector's Edition: MORE Fics That Fit My Niche “Dad!Mulder” Likes

You know I had to do it. I've been waiting almost a week to do this. So we're doing this, Round Two:

Authors Listed Below

@baronessblixen (Ao3)

Chiefchopstix

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66

@fragilevixenfic/fragilevixen

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls

IStanYouStan5676

@leiascully (Ao3) 

lsbianreinaa

@lokisgame​ (Ao3)

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic

@markwatneyandenesemble (Ao3)

@mchalowitz (Ao3)

@mldrgrl(Ao3)

@pickingoutchinapatterns (Ao3)

@poeticsandaliens

RoseThornhill

@sportsnightnut (Ao3)

sosoane1

TheAddict4Dramatics

@tinglingworld (Ao3)

xraelynn/Rachel Noble 

Mulder eating all disgusting food his kid(s) give him (all-time fave)--

William celebrates his third birthday, Scully her 40th, and Mulder his 43rd (the sum of the two loves of his life.) MUCH mess is made by father and son with little man’s birthday cake– The Law of Large Numbers - Apostrophic - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Will destroys his birthday cake; and his parents are more charmed and resigned than exasperated– This Is A Trainwreck - markwatneyandensemble - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder picking names for his child(ren)–

Post IVF failure Scully finds a list with baby names on them... they had been Mulder's guesses and favorites. Heart-wrenching and adorable--  Hate is always foolish and love is always wise — Name Calling (tumblr.com) Ao3 Name Calling - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder realizes Scully’s names suggestion– Vanessa– could be shortened to Nessie, and tries to nonchalantly approve. She figures him out– Poetics, Detectives and Aliens — crossedbeams: Mulder would 100% get behind… (tumblr.com)

Revival Mulder finds out Scully’s C-section is scheduled for Halloween. He then tries to sneak horror movie names into his baby girl’s name (who almost isn’t born on Spooky Day)– Spooky Mulder: The Revenge - RoseThornhill - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival Baby is born on Halloween and affectionately nicknamed Squatch by her doting father. He and Scully settle into domesticity (that involves Armani and White Onions for Thanksgiving)– I’m fairly happy. — Fic:  Little Bigfoot (tumblr.com) Ao3 Little Bigfoot - leiascully - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder is unrepentant that Scully’s clothes and furniture were blown up. Scully brings home baby name book, and they swap ideas– Names - Chiefchopstix - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival Mulder tries to distract a panicky Scully by naming their baby girl– and it turns out he’s panicking because he wanted to sing her happy birthday on her birthday– Names - lesbianreinaa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival and sleep-deprived Mulder and Scully sort their new, wacky life out with an unnamed, week-old daughter (their takeout place helps them decide)– Fox Mulder’s Guide to Fatherhood* - xraelynn - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Scully lets Mulder name their daughter; but it's Jackson who starts the fox thematic nicknames in the house-- Maybe there's hope... - The Fox’s Den (tumblr.com)

Mulder and Scully already knew their daughter’s name, but he creates an adorable nickname all his own– a very flexible definition of okay — this version of normal Inspired by @megk18 ’s post… (tumblr.com) Ao3 this version of normal - sportsnightnut - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder names his little girl, growing her into baseball and adorable nicknames. As she grows, she changes; but the pride and love will always be there-- hey there aliens : endearments, part 5 (tumblr.com)

AU– In a better world Mulder and Scully realize they’re having another baby after a nosebleed. Scully lets her partner pick out her name– luminosity - skuls - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder THE involved Dad–

Mulder and Scully places bets on William’s patterns of behavior on Christmas– I do it all for you, Mulder — Not a Creature was Stirring (tumblr.com) Ao3 Not a Creature was Stirring - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder sharing his interests with his kid(s)–

Mulder and Will make a big deal about a baseball game for a team they don’t even care about while Scully catches up on paperwork– Baseball and Horror - Spooky66 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] FFN Baseball and Horror, a x-files fanfic | FanFiction

Mulder bonds with his family over the big baseball game, air guitaring for Will and talking about his past with Scully (and later multitasking for her– and his– benefit)– Believing in Miracles (mulderscreek.com) Ao3 Believing in Miracles - spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder sleeping with his children on the couch–

Scully comes home to find William conked out with popcorn and a movie. Mulder banters with her and puts their son to bed– Family Hour - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder dancing with his son–

Mulder realizes Will is nervous about his school dance, and snags Scully for a little shimmy demonstration. They both haven’t told him about her pregnancy, yet– How’s About a Dance - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder being adorable with his babies--

Mulder is honored to rock his son– Rocking Chair - sosoane1 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Scully is puzzled Mulder isn’t raring to get back to work. He just wants to be a dad, especially after Will finally laughed– Tumblr’s Most Unwanted — msrpolaroidproject: William AU: Scully’s boys … Ao3 The Truth Of Us - Lokisgame - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder spies on his teen son and new gf– Still Fairly Young - Chapter 1 - Lokisgame - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival baby is LOUD. Mulder soothes his “Sweetface” with wild songs (to her and Scully’s amusement)– Alice is a Punk Rocker - RoseThornhill - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Post Revival Scully’s first conference away from her family goes without a hitch… well, mostly. Their daughter keeps Mulder on his toes– The Best Part of the Story - Chapter 1 - IStanYouStan5676 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder does his crazy-toga-dad-dance to distract his teething daughter– Affirmations and Protestations: “Fluff and Angst” Prompts - Chapter 2 - fragilevixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

“Old man” Mulder and his daughter “investigate” the Easter Bunny while Scully picks up her family from the airport– The Easter Bunny was a Fox - fragilevixen - The X-Files

Mulder and Scully are surprised with a positive pregnancy test after having (mostly) raised their son successfully (great bonding and parenting moments, including Scully’s outrage at Will’s first gf)– I do it all for you, Mulder — Hi! Can I ask you to write a fic with this prompts… (tumblr.com) Ao3 They Grow Up So Fast - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder being comforted by his kids--

Scully is snappy all day, realizing too late it’s Samantha’s disappearance anniversary. Mulder is stable; but he drops tears at Scully’s heartfelt love and praise. Will covers him in kisses– I Was Dancing When I Was Twelve - TheAddict4Dramatics - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

And here’s a bonus: a collection of prompts that revolve around Mulder’s happier life with his family– it’s what we deserve - tinglingworld - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Enjoy!

[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.

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Smutty Fic Recs

We asked, you answered 📖

All the smut recs you can handle, maybe some you can't. Who doesn't love a challenge? Enjoy your orgy of tabs 🔥🔥

The Good Wife by @spookypanther

Nuptiae Sub Rosa by @sisterspooky1013 and @xfmaweezy

The First Time Series by agoodwoman

Birthday Blues by Donnilee

Dangerous by Yonada

Out in the Country by JacquieLaVie

O is for Obfuscating and Oscilating by Donnilee

Or We Can Burn by @fragilevixenfic

SOLD! By LovelyVero - Vampire Diaries

The Darkest Places by @sarie-fairy

Once Upon A Time In Albuquerque by Defnotmayo

The Annapolis Grant by @slippinmickeys

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles by agoodwoman

The Dreaming Tree by @slippinmickeys

Damsels by @sisterspooky1013

Scully’s Submissive Awakening by @danascully77

A Collection of First Times by @atths--twice

An Immortal Truth Among Platonic Lies Series by ScarletteStarlett

Red-Handed by @sisterspooky1013 and @xfmaweezy

The Science of Sex by @if-the-seascatchfire

Rendevous & Fraternize by @admiralty-xfd and @gaycrouton

Words of Lust by @gaycrouton

Worth Breaking by Narida Law

Parked Cars by @sarie-fairy

Communication Exercise by @alienqueequeg

The Delicacy of Scully by 2momsmakearight

The Inequity of Lingerie by @leiascully

The Touchstone Series by @ingridgradient

Polishing the Brass by @cmonlauraweremarriednow

Clinch by Gayani - SVU

Works by @icedteainthebag

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[atths--twice]

Five things you never get tired of writing

Tagged by @tofuttim. Thanks my friend! 😊

Rules: list five things you never get tired of writing. It can be tropes, themes, characters, phrases, whatever brings you joy. Then TAG five people!!

1. Characters- Mulder and Scully. I love them so much, I adore writing new adventures for them to encounter.

2. Fluff. These two have been through so much in their time together, they deserve a bit of happiness. Little moments of sadness that are then touched by happiness… it’s all about balance, right?

3. Family/domestic life. God, did these two deserve to be happy and live their lives with their children. They should have been together and happy after all they had been through, watching William take his first steps, say his first words, hear him say “I love you.” They deserved that and so much more and so I will write family stories because I love them.

4. Loooooong stories. I am hard pressed to write short little things because I have so much I want to say and explore. I love starting out with a somewhat small idea and watching it blossom into something I never imagined. It’s truly amazing.

5. AU’s. If I had been told a few years ago that I would enjoy writing AU’s as much as I do, I would have laughed. It was never my thing and so I tended to avoid it. And then I wrote a one shot that turned into two chapters and I loved it. So much so, that I have written many AU’s as a result. I love seeing them meet, get to know one another, and fall in love as them, but in a completely different universe. I love them happy and whole and meeting in a diner. Or in the Egyptian desert. Or in an office setting. Or as college students who find an immediate attraction and connection. It is so much fun, I love writing AU’s.

Thanks for the inquiry and the chance to share my thoughts about my writing. ❤️

As for tags, I’ll do @baronessblixen @rationalcashew @fragilevixenfic @dreamingofscully @gabby-msr

[fragilevixenfic]

https://www.tumblr.com/fragilevixenfic/741286011789869056/what-inspired-you-to-start-writing-i-think-you

OMG Criminal Minds please tell me you ship Hotchniss ? I’m looking forward to reading more of your WIP’s for SVU/OC and TXF. Can you give a synopsis of the novel you are working on? That’s so awesome that you are writing one. I’m just sad because I don’t get to read fic like I used to and review my job /workdays hours are brutal.

Oh my gosh, I've only written Spencer and Max with a side of Garcia and Alvez. I love those ships right now. I have a few ideas for Hotchniss, though. My novel is a twist on the things I love from XF, SVU, and CM. My MCs are agents...she is a bit of an empath and he's willing to ask questions. I have the intention of converting XII to its sequel (with some overhauling). I have a LOT of work ahead of me. I get you on the work life. I was diagnosed with lupus about a year ago after battling for a diagnosis for about ten years. I work full time and I've been sickly. Kept me down for a while. Your inquiries have made me ENDLESSLY happy.

[leiascully]

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Mulder doesn't come across that a guy with that much foresight at times. He only grabbed her necklace when he could've grabbed ALL of her clothes. lol

This is a dude working with an extremely desperate and limited timetable and without a ton of common sense.  Intelligence: maxed out.  Wisdom: low.

[kyouryokusenshi]

Can you write a story where mulder and scully get into a huge fight while she's pregnant? Your stuff is always great!

Happy to oblige! Back to tackle my askbox. :) Thank you to @fragilevixenfic for the beta! <3 @today-in-fic

The days following the loss of their son and the death of the Cigarette Smoking Bastard turned into weeks and then months. Amazingly enough, Reyes had made a quicker turnaround in terms of recovery than Skinner, despite a bullet meant to kill. In Scully’s vision, Monica had said they were both protected, part of the chosen elite. Had it had anything to do with her miraculous recovery? Anyhow, both would make a full recovery, however, Skinner had to learn to walk again due to the extent of broken bones and hardware placed into his body.

They were having a baby. Despite having four months to get used to this fact, both Scully and Mulder woke up each morning, expecting everything to be a dream. Today Mulder awoke to the sound of muffled sobbing and sniffling coming from down the hall. He turned to the space in the bed beside him, long departed as the sheets were cool to the touch.

He was immediately on his feet, his need to tend to Scully instinctive. He quickly padded down the hall in nothing but a pair of boxes as he made his way toward the sound.

He stopped in front of the nursery as he saw Scully sitting in the rocking chair, clutching a stuffed Fox in her arms amid the sea of earthy neutrals that would be their daughter's nursery.

Scully was unaware of the sudden intrusion until he called her name. "Scully?"

She startled slightly, quickly wiping the evidence from her face, a habit that never died even over many years of living together.

"What's wrong?" He said, moving into the room as Scully continued the feeble attempt at gathering herself.

He was immediately beside her as she set the small stuffed toy aside. The fact that Scully had already gotten dressed for the day was lost on him.

"I...I'm not sure I can do this."

Mulder shook his head. They'd had similar conversations over the past few months and he had to admit becoming a father again in his fifties was a lot to swallow.

He moved to place his hand on Scully's ever-expanding baby bump.

"I think it might be a little late for that discussion now," he said in a feeble attempt at that signature Mulder humor.

She wasn’t having any of it.

"We're going to be parents again in three months."

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," she scoffed with an eyeroll.

He knew it was hormones. They were all over the place as of late. He wasn’t as acquainted with the fluctuations. Mulder only had a limited amount of experience with them the first time around. It was one of the many regrets.

Not much he could do about it, of course.

"But, that's not what I mean," she continued, pushing herself off the chair, causing Mulder to stumble out of the way.

He watched as she placed a gentle hand on the sage green painted walls before moving toward the crib.

"What do you mean, Scully?" He asked, trying his best to keep the annoyance at bay.

Scully gazed at the small assortment of forest stuffed animals in the crib, a forlorn expression that he didn't much like settled across her face.

"I couldn't care for William. How do we know this baby will be any different? That she won't be like William? Running for her life someday?"

Mulder shook his head as he stood and walked toward her. "Dana…"

She shook her head, the tears beginning to flow freely again as she moved toward the object that brought her here, that always drew her here.

Mulder watched as she gingerly picked up the repaired snowglobe off the shelf near a 3D framed image of their daughter's face.

"It will be different this time," Mulder continued, reaching for the small of her back.

"How do you know, you weren't there!" She spat the words out faster than she could pull them back.

Mulder felt as if he'd been punched in the gut. They rarely talked about William until these past few months, when he came back into their lives.

"Well, it's not exactly like I had a choice," he shot back before he could even consider the implications those words would have.

She whirled around, as much as any pregnant woman could do anyways as her center of gravity had shifted. Clutching the snowglobe in between shaking hands, she shook her head.

"I gotta go," her voice broke.

Before Mulder could respond, she pushed past him, making her way down the stairs as he trailed after her.

"Scully!"

As she crossed the living room and to the door, Mulder had the weirdest sense of déjà vu. How many times had she walked out on him before?

He watched as the love of his life, carrying their child, retreated down the steps as she had done many times before and followed behind her as he always had, lack of clothes be damaged.

"Scully, I'm-"

"No. You're right, Mulder. I made the choice for you to go. I chose to give William...Jackson away," she sobbed. "I don't deserve this child. To be her mother."

Mulder opened his mouth in response but before he could respond, she was retreating down the driveway, leaving him with a broken heart as she had many times before.

He stood there, blissfully unaware of his lack of clothing, frozen in place for a good several minutes, trying to process what happened. He was certain they were passed any blame that they carried regarding William.

Mulder sat in the livingroom. Unsure of what to do. He started to reach for his phone to dial Scully's number, only to realize she had left her phone behind in her hasty getaway.

Hours had passed and with every second that ticked on by, Mulder started to worry if Scully would return or not.

"Let's get out of here. As far away from the darkness as we can get,"

That old mantra Scully had reiterated to him in the church. Their vow to each other during their elopement in the Bahamas.

"I always wondered how this was gonna end."

They vowed to move forward together, come what may. Away from the darkness and into their new lives. Even if the darkness had a way of finding them both, they would do it together. If he had learned anything over the past few years, it was that he would wait however long it took for Scully to come back. To give her the time and space she needed. And he would wait as long as it took.

The sound of his phone startled him from his desk and he looked around, realizing darkness had set in as he napped. The phone continued its offensive sound until he reached for it. The glowing letters on the screen read "OLOS Hospital". Scully's hospital. But she wasn't returning to work until after the baby was born.

He frowned as he answered the call. "Mulder."

"Fox Mulder? Doctor Scully's husband, right?" The unfamiliar voice on the other end questioned.

"Yes. Is something the matter? As far as I know, Doctor Scully is on maternity leave for another few months."

He noted the urgency in the woman's voice as she continued. "No, the reason I'm calling is because your wife has been admitted to the hospital."

Mulder was at his feet faster than the speed of light as he grabbed his keys. "What? What happened? Is she okay? Is the baby okay?"

"They're both stable, Mr. Mulder. But you should get here as soon as you can. That's all I can say over the phone, I'm afraid."

Once the line went dead, he felt himself hurdle the phone toward the door. If anything happened to either one of them, he wasn't sure he'd survive.

The drive to the hospital was longer than anything he'd ever experienced in his life.

"She started having contractions," the doctor had informed him after he all but demanded to her and the attending physician.

He knew very little when it came to pregnancy and childbirth, but he knew it was too soon for the baby to come.

They'd known the pregnancy was a high-risk one due to Scully's age, but everything had been progressing as it should, so they had no reason to worry. However, Scully had been advised not to return to work until the baby was born to prevent any possible complications.

As Mulder stood in Scully's hospital room, watching her as she dozed, he couldn't help but recall another time that was eerily similar to this one. Not realizing how afraid he was until he heard the words placental abruption. Scully's doctor had said that they managed to stop the contractions, but that they would need to monitor her for a while. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he found out he had caused undue stress to put her in this situation. He loved them both more than life itself.

Just like before, Scully was out due to the drugs she was on, but he couldn't help but settle a projective hand on her abdomen. He could have sworn he felt the baby move against him as Scully began to stir.

"Mulder," she gasped.

He was immediately urging her back into the bed. "Scully, not so fast. You need to rest."

Scully sighed, placing her hands around her abdomen as she moved them in gentle, circular motions.

"They told me they managed to stop the contractions," he started as Scully nodded.

“Stubborn already,” Scully held a breath. “She’s getting a double dose of it. Lucky, this time.”

"I'm sorry," his voice broke. "I'm so sorry, Scully. This happened because of me."

Scully reached for him as he settled beside her. "No, no, it's not. I'm the one to blame. I feel like I willed my fears into existence. God, Mulder, I was so afraid I'd lose her and that it would be my fault."

"Why didn't you call me? I would have done anything. Been there in a breath."

"I was afraid," she cried.

As much as he could, he pulled Scully into an embrace.

As much as he could, anyway. "I know. I am too. I can never imagine what happened before, but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere."

"I know, I know you are. So much was taken from us. I know I've loved this baby since the moment I found out I was pregnant," her voice crackled as her hands found their way to cradle her belly. "She's stuck with us."

Mulder chuckled as he moved his hand beside Scully's, both of them relishing the movement coming from within.

"Please grow healthy and strong, little one. We can't wait to meet you."

End

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Before the Sky Fell

Author: @fragilevixenfic

For: @fandomsandxfiles​

Fox Mulder already knew success with a thriving practice in Seattle, a home of his own, and a life with promise ahead of him but there was something missing as he looked ahead, with his assignment papers in his hands, at a ship waiting on the horizon. On the other side of the country, Dana Scully wanted nothing more than to escape the life that everyone, but her, had planned for as she pushed patience, the limit of what is expected of her, and the strength she never knew she could have.

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#XFAU2021 9/12

[skullsmuldon]

whats happening with the diana fowley writing prompts? is the list ready ir are you still accepting prompts?

Hey anon ! Still accepting prompts because tumblr pulled a stunt on my inbox and deleted my complete inbox at the time before I could save it all.

If people are still interested in it I can for sure put up what I could save and also add new prompts…

So what’s the verdict? are any fandom writers interested? @baronessblixen @scullysexual @r00m203 @allyinthekeyofx @edierone @ofmulder @danadeservesadrink @thatfragilecapricorn30 @kikocrystalball @nowwhateinstein @suitablyaggrieved @lokisgame @alienbaby-babymama @aliendyke @crescentmoon223 @cultureisdarkbeer @slippinmickeys @purrykat @sarie-fairy @serahsanguine @sandymans-world @monikafilefan @damn-mulder @ms31x129 @softnow @soft-thrills @kyouryokusenshi @poeticsandaliens @alwaysforyouscully @starbuck09256 @starwalker42 @o6666666 @queequeg0925 @admiralty-xfd @markwatneyandenesemble @fragilevixenfic @sisterspooky1013 @lotsoforangesoutside @silhouetteofacedar @emily--sim @iconicscullyoutfits @freckleslikestars @rationalcashew I’m sure I forgot soooo sooo many peeps and I apologize in advance so tag all the writers you can think of ! 🥳🥳

[bevh78]

Already posted to Facebook group but seeing if anyone here might help

Can anyone help was just reading above rubies when I remembered part of another fic that I re-read recently but I somehow never bookmarked.

Scully is held hostage in a cabin by krychek I believe drugged and raped by him brutally there is a chase with a motorbike I believe krychek has the car and a child in a car seat. Mulder has frohikes bike and they chase hiM ultimately killing him and mulder suffers from tarmac burns.

I think I may have two mixed up but would love to find them as having hysterectomy and could do with longer fics to read. All suggestions for longer r or nc17 fics appreciated also

@observeroftheuniverse @monikafilefan @ao3feed-msr @2momsmakearight @allyinthekeyofx @contrivedcoincidences6 @xfilesfanficexchange @peacenik0 @baronessblixen @frangipanidownunder @fragilevixenfic

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Celebrating Passover and Easter

Mulder and Scully celebrate Easter (and one Passover) through the years, escaping to the road each year until they finally blend their two lives as one.

Loose chronological order below~

@crossedbeams’s (Ao3) The Hunt

""He doesn’t tell her much, only that it’s urgent, that he needs her to come right away and as usual she doesn’t hesitate. He still can’t believe that somebody as smart as she is trusts in him enough to step away from a family weekend, jump in a car and drive to a park in the middle of nowhere. Nobody has ever believed in him in such an unwavering way. And today he wants to thank her.""

S1? Mulder is touched Scully will run away from her family Easter weekend with only a cryptic phone call from him (not realizing she's glad to get away); and rewards her efforts with a little impromptu egg hunt.

pokeitlikejello's The Drabble Files - Chapter 37

""She examined the chocolate and then looked to him. “You didn't have to get me anything.”

Mulder shrugged and kept his attention on the road. “You're missing time with your family.”

“And you thought a chocolate cross would help?” she responded.""

Scully reads the hidden message Mulder is sending her through a chocolate cross, assuring him she isn't "sacrificing" herself or her life to work with him.

@mollybecameanengineer/Sareki's Communion

""She looked out the window at the swirls of snow, and wondered if they would get out of Boston tonight. Even if the plane did manage to take off, there was no way she was going to make it to Easter mass with her mom in the morning. She felt relief at not having to go, and then a pang of guilt. The same guilt she’d felt for having a pastrami sandwich for lunch on Friday. For not attending Palm Sunday last week when her mom asked her. For not kneeling before a priest on Ash Wednesday and not giving anything up for Lent. A deep seeded Catholic guilt that wouldn’t abate, no matter how far she distanced herself from the Church. She fingered the cross she wore around her neck. Some days she hesitated before she put it on, but each time the guilt won. 

Things had only gotten worse since she’d been diagnosed with cancer. Her mom had doubled down on faith, trying to get Scully to come with her to church, to pray the cancer away. But the cancer had only lessened Scully’s faith, and made her angry at God. Here she was, having just turned thirty-three, and likely this would be her last year on Earth.

Her last Easter.""

Scully and her changing relationship with Mulder, her family, and God during each Easter.

@baronessblixen’s (Ao3) Sundress Days

""As he stumbles forward, the burble intensifies. Through a group of trees, he believes to see blue, clear water streaming lazily towards its destination. He makes his way through it and finds a river. It’s so peaceful that his first instinct is to take a deep breath. That is until he sees a head bob in the water.

“Scully!” She’s kicking at the water, trying to stay afloat, her head disappearing every few seconds. Why isn’t she swimming? Mulder’s mind is slow to catch up, can’t make sense of what he’s seeing.

“You need to,” she gulps water, comes up again, “to help me! I can’t swim!” The words, to Mulder, make no sense. She’s a Navy brat, a child of the water, and she just told him she can’t swim. This is a bad joke, Mulder thinks, as he walks into the water, not thinking. He swims towards her, her plea for help all that’s on his mind. When he’s almost reached her, he sees what the problem is: her hands are bound together. Two small, angry fists held together by a fat rope. 

Post One Son Easter Sunday is a wreck-- Mulder and Scully have miscommunications that result in an awkward invite to Maggie's and then getting jumped by money laundering goons and dumped in teh bay. As the bedraggled pair walk back, they reflect on what went wrong and how to fix it.""

@minuete-blog's (Ao3) Easter Linner and Basketball

""...I asked, “Shouldn’t you be spending time with your own family, Mulder, instead of crashing ours?” As if we were in some twisted, comedy made-for-TV movie, all actions and side conversations at the table halted resulting in complete silence from utter shock. Everyone turned to stare at me except for Dana who had the death glare.""

Bill actually tried to be nice to Mulder; but he still stepped right onto his metaphorical toes by saying he should be with his family for Easter instead.  

bellefleur's Easter Vigil

""Resurrection.

It was something that Scully had never really contemplated before. It was an essential tenet of her faith, and thus she embraced it or discarded it as her belief waxed and waned, but she had never fully considered whether she could accept it as a fact in and of itself.

If she was honest with herself, it was one of those questions she avoided asking because of the implications of the answer.""

Deadalive Scully ruminates on her awe and fear while waiting for her Easter miracle-- Mulder-- to wake up.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ)

Unnamed

""Beside her, Mulder spreads his matzah with ham salad that resembles chewed bubble gum. Scully bought it from the deli attached to the Exxon station, along with the coconut lamb cake that stares at them with blank licorice drop eyes.

“Stop judging me,” Mulder warns it, poking its jellybean nose. The lamb remains inscrutable.

Scully swats his hand. “Leave it alone.”

He scowls, takes a bite of his food. “Oh, Scully,” he says. “This is really disgusting.” He opens his mouth and lets the bright pink mass fall back onto the plate. He wipes his tongue with a napkin.

Scully takes a bite of her own with relish, cupping her hand to catch the matzah crumbs. “My mom always made it the day after Easter. It’s no different than tuna salad or chicken salad.”

“It’s very different,” Mulder asserts, fiercely decapitating a yellow Peep. “It tastes like exhaust fumes and looks like someone put a starfish in a blender.""

On the Run Mulder and Scully mutually celebrate Passover and Easter while tongue-in-cheek riffing at each other's traditions.

@edierone/Edie_Rone's He Is Risen (Ao3)

""Jesus is risen!”

It’s too loud, too chirpy, for any morning, but especially for the first Sunday she’s had free in weeks. He knows this, which is what’s so funny about it. They can nap later. But now: 

“Jesus is risen!”

He does it again, with a slight bounce on the bed. Part of the lump of blankets moves in a vaguely threatening way. He laughs, pulling them down enough to reveal a wave of soft silver-flecked red on the pillow.

“…stoppit gerroffme …""

IWTB-Revival Mulder LOVES to wake Scully up with her late grandmother's Easter chant. (It's glorious.)

gillyAnne's My family

""It was the first Easter without her mother and somehow he’d felt compelled to be there for her, but she hadn’t asked, and he hadn’t offered – he’d just ended up here, at the only church he knew of close to her new apartment. Bill was there, his wife and children sat next to Scully. Two other redheads were in the same row and Mulder assumed they were related, nieces perhaps, cousins, distant relatives of some kind who only showed up on days like these when the weight of those who were missing was harder to bear than any other day. He was glad to see her surrounded by family – but he still desperately wanted to be part of that family, even though they’d gotten a million chances and he’d blown them one by one until in the end there was no other option left for her but to leave him to his paranoia once again. And every time he hoped that it wasn’t the last time he saw her. And every time it wasn’t.""

Post Home Again Mulder shows up for Scully's Easter mass, trailing along when Scully invites him for family lunch.

@frangipanidownunder’s (Ao3) Easter at the Unremarkable House

""Mulder hides the eggs in all the places he knows Scully can’t reach or can’t fit.

Scully tells him exactly what vegetable oil, sugar and additives do to the 56 year old body.""

Post Finale Mulder saves some of the Easter eggs to roll off of Scully, his own unique way of determining the gender of their baby.

red2007's Coming Home - Chapter 4

""She started to head for the house while Mulder turned off the engine and got out of the car, quickening his pace to come up beside them. “You did follow me, even when you probably shouldn’t have—but now I feel like we’re in this together.” They exchanged knowing glances while climbing up the stairs, him pulling out his keys but pausing before turning the lock. He ducked his lips close to her ear and said, “but Antarctica, Scully. I’ve literally followed you to the ends of the earth. Easter mass at church was nothing.” With that he pushed the door open and walked through, leaving her shaking her head behind him.

Hours later after dinner and Lily’s nap found them outside, Scully leaning against the bottom railing watching an exuberant Mulder prance around the yard with an entirely indifferent baby in his arms. He bounced her around the yard, an Easter basket draped over one arm, leaning down every few feet to pick up another brightly colored egg that he had boiled and dyed himself. She had her phone out and was alternating between photos and videos.

Fatherhood looked good on him, she told herself smiling wistfully at the scene before her."" 

Post Finale Mulder decides to tag along for Scully and his daughter's Easter Mass. Jackson surprises both of them when he drops in later; and is surprised by their love in return.

@fragilevixenfic/fragilevixen's The Easter Bunny was a Fox

""You better get your booty on the way or you’re going to have to explain to a little girl why she can’t go with you on this outing,” Mulder nodded toward the door as he watched Scully lean against the counter, sipping his own coffee.

Scully’s eyes snapped open as she snatched up a travel tumbler, pouring the remaining amount of her coffee into it while leaning in for a quick, necessary kiss. “Keep her busy and try not to spoil the surprise or ruin her dress before I get back?”

“You put far more faith in my ability to keep her from jumping into the puddle out back than I would, just forewarning you,” Mulder smirked...."" 

Post Finale Mulder and Scully have to tear themselves away from each other, she having to pick up her grumpy family and he having to try to keep their rambunctious daughter out of trouble and puddles.

AUs

Jacquie LaVa's Egg-stravaganza

""Scully watched askance as he found an empty jar and began pouring a small amount of each of the dyes into the jar. A bored Mulder is a frightening Mulder, she thought. He mumbled softly and continually adjusted the mixture by adding more of the various dyes to his jar, holding it up to the light and eyeing the color with the critical eye of a mad scientist bent on a gruesome experiment.

Scully grimaced as he slid the last egg into his putrid concoction.""

Mulder is battle worn after a last-minute Easter supply grocery run; and Scully helps him unwind as they finish painting the eggs.

Enjoy!

[lilydalexf]

👽 X-Files Fic Rec Roundup 2023, Part 1

Here is a master list of all my new X-Files fic recs from 2023 so far. These and all my earlier recs can be found under my fic rec tag, where you can also read why I recced each story. This month I also newly posted the themed lists below. Enjoy!

Crossovers

Fics with Skinner jealous of Mulder/Scully relationship

Season 7 Fics

Cast Me Gently Into Morning by Ellie (Emily - 993 words - PG-13) Hallowed by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) (Casefile - 70,853 words - Explicit) Land by conspiracy (The Truth - ~2,350 words - PG-13) Neptune's Ocean by M. Sebasky (Orison - ~1,325 words - PG) She Walks at Night by fragilevixen (@fragilevixenfic) (Casefile - 27,416 words - Mature)

[dreamingofscully]

no night but shadows

rating: explicit // length: 5366 words // classification: ust to rst, season 2, post-ep (f. emasculata), canon divergent or canon compliant (your choice) // summary: a worried mulder shows up at scully’s apartment late at night

thank you to @suitablyaggrieved​ @starbuckthirteen​ @fragilevixenfic​ @impulsive-astrophile​ for the amazing reviews and betas. love ya❤️

tagging @today-in-fic​

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SCULLY’S APARTMENT, 1:15AM

Mulder hesitates, the smooth wood under his palm coolly unaware of the turmoil just beneath his skin. Making himself push forward, he knocks, not knowing and yet afraid of certainty.

His heart speeds up when he doesn’t hear someone right away. The turning of the lock abates his fear, but only a little. He’s still not sure if he’ll be faced with her mother, her sister, or her God, ready to cast judgment upon him. He’s relieved when he sees her shining red hair and curious expression.

“Mulder?”

“Can I come in?”

He told himself that he was only here to make sure his life hadn’t ended, that her report belied the fact that she’d soon be carried off in a plastic coffin to die a horrible, disfiguring death. Her unblemished skin and mild concern, only for him, gives him some courage. The rare comforting space between fear and guilt.

Scully pauses a moment, looks him up and down. She’s wearing her warm white robe, hair gently curled, face scrubbed clean, freckles peeking through the shine on her face. By contrast, he looks like he’s been to hell and back, and knows that she’s wondering if he came from a bar or some unsuccessful X-Files hunt, the product of a bad decision either way. He’s an intruder, disrupting the perfect domesticity that she’s created in her home; of course, she lets him in anyway.

Tossing off his leather jacket, he remembers to remove his shoes and slumps into the embrace of her couch; not a place for sleep or work, but conversation. She sits in the chair opposite him and waits, curling her slippered feet underneath her. He’s thankful for her patient mood.

He stares at his hands, ruminating over just what it is he’s doing here. What it is exactly that he came here for, now that he has confirmation that Scully is safe and sound. When he peers up at her, she raises an eyebrow, smiles slightly. That she doesn’t mind his barging into her life, her home, at ungodly hours gives him hope. Maybe she likes him. Just a little. He doesn’t fucking deserve it, but he holds onto that thought like a cliff’s edge, the sharp rock the only thing preventing his fast descent.

He chuckles and stares at the floor, breaking the uneasy silence that settled over them. He’s glad she can’t read his mind, his overdramatic musings at once too much and yet never enough.

“Did you want some tea? Water?”

He sits back and looks at her again. Despite the hour, she’d been awake when he knocked. The television is paused at some gruesome scene -- Rosemary’s Baby he thinks -- and there’s a giant mug of tea on the table along with a small bowl of disgustingly white unbuttered popcorn. She’s bundled and comfortable, and he thinks about her normal becoming his as well, that it feels right, despite the popcorn. The thought is banished as quickly as it forms -- he doesn’t belong here. He was the reason she’d been awake, the reason she wasn’t sleeping peacefully, as she deserved.

“Why didn’t you tell me what happened at the jail?” He accuses. Scully’s back straightens, and he knows she knows what he means because her eyes don’t harden at his challenge.

She licks her top lip and sighs, looking down at her lap...

“It didn’t matter once I saw you again, I wasn’t infected.” Her hands dance across the terrycloth of her robe. Fidgeting was her tell when she was uncomfortable with something, he knew, and usually he’d back off and let her form her thoughts, but he needed to know.

“Would you have told me if you were?”

Scully’s gaze rises sharply to meet his again, indignant protest in her blue eyes. They battle silently for a moment, but Mulder’s accusation falls flat in the truth of the matter. Of course she would. Closing his eyes, he lays his head back against the couch. He should leave, he has all the answers he needs. He just needs a few seconds to breathe.

He hears the clatter of the remote as she turns off the television, the whisper of her slippers as she crosses to him. The instinct he’d had to bolt at her approach vanishes when she rests her warm hand on his leg.

“Why are you really here, Mulder?” Her voice is soft again, worried.

His rumpled shirt and wild hair tell the truth of his emotional state. She gives and she gives and she gives. Her mind, her trust, her strength. He takes and takes. Her time, her life. But he's left with nothing in the end, while she's bursting, full of everything he wants but cannot receive.

“I... can’t keep doing this, Scully.”

Her thumb draws comforting circles around the outside of his thigh, and he focuses on it. Imagines leaving his body, following the point of her thumb straight through to her soul, somehow finding a way to tell her without using words.

“You mean putting me at risk.”

He just looks at her, sighs.

“I’ve told you I need to work. I chose to enter the FBI, to take a field position. Not to live my life safely as a doctor or a teacher. To be by your side finding the truth.” She moves her hand to cover his own, which had moved to pick at her couch, worrying the material until it frays. Does he ruin everything he touches?

“But--”

“No, Mulder,” she interrupts. “When I was in that jail, they wouldn’t give me any information. I had to go searching for it.”

“Scully, I don’t think--”

“Let me finish.”

As much as he doesn’t want her to give him any more fuel for his nightmares, he remains silent.

“I was in the incinerator. I’d opened up a body bag, was looking at one of the victims, at the pustules that covered their skin.”

Mulder winces at the memory, the pulsating greenish welts threatening to burst at any second. Right on the boy. Instead, a bullet and brain matter. Nightmares and therapy for the kid for the rest of his life.

“Doctor Osborne found me there, tried to warn me away, but it was too late. The boil evacuated. All over him, and, I thought, all over myself.” Scully pauses and looks away with a tight frown, her shoulders drooping, speaking her next words reluctantly. “I understand your guilt, Mulder. A little. He died because of me.”

Mulder shakes his head. “No, Scully… he was there by choice--”

She leans closer, presses her other hand firmly to his lips, keeping him silent. “And it’s my choice.”

Something shifts. The horror of the case fades abruptly, the heat of her body next to his comes into sharp focus, pressed near in her need to comfort. He can smell her soap, the lotion she uses on her hands. Her hair is lit from behind, shines like a halo. She’s so beautiful.

So he takes her thumb in his mouth, sees her eyes dilate and shift to watch his lips as he suckles. But she doesn’t move away.

One of his hands moves up her arm to cup her face, angling it upwards. He releases her thumb with an audible pop and she slides it over his plush lower lip, taking her own between her teeth.

“Is this okay?” Mulder leans towards her, slipping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her closer.

“Yeah,” Scully sighs.

“You sure?”

“My choice.” She grins and closes the distance between them.

Mulder didn’t think things through when he took her thumb in his mouth, but the touch of her soft lips to his dashed away any thoughts of leaving her here with only a few sweet, nearly-friendly kisses. Something sparked, instantly, as their lips connected, and neither of them would be able to pretend this was simply an inappropriate but friendly moment between colleagues.

Did she crawl into his lap, or did he pull her on top of him? Like everything between them, he thought it was a bit of both. Her tongue in his, swiping across the roof of his mouth, the cage of his teeth. She tastes like flowers, salt, and something else that he knows is just her. Time has no meaning, and when she pulls away and rests her forehead on his, they’re both gasping for breath. He’s bereft, despite her closeness; diminished, despite his need to breathe.

Needing to keep connected, he finds the space just below her ear and kisses a hot trail down to her collarbone. A hum from deep within her chest accompanies his caress. He nuzzles her skin with his cheek, finds the layers of clothing hiding her from him suddenly offensive.

Thick fuzzy terrycloth gives way to the slick smoothness of her pajamas. She shrugs her shoulders and it falls to the floor in a heap, her hot mouth connecting with his once more.

As his hands glide up her ribcage, over the silky material, all he can think about is consuming her. Holding her close and disappearing into her soft skin. He winds his fingers through the hair at the nape of her neck, wonders at the feel of her small body against him. His thoughts zip from place to place: where he wants to kiss her next, memorizing the smell and feel of her, suppressing his own desires in an attempt to figure out what she likes, what she wants.

He reaches for the hem of her top, but she pulls away, stands, and holds her hand out to him. She’s smiling at him, trembling as she holds it there. Looking at her delicate fingers, he's worried that if he left the couch, he’d be just as likely to run out the door as he would to follow her. Her expression changes as she waits for him, confidence and desire giving way to uncertainty and shyness, something he’s never seen grace her features until now.

He takes her hand, lets her lead. He trusts her, more than himself.

They stand at the end of her bed, hands clasped together. He’s nervous, all of a sudden. The electricity between them fades, fills with awkwardness.

Releasing his hand, she starts unbuttoning her top, but he sees her hands shaking and knows it’s not just him. Covering her hand with her own, he places his finger at her chin and lifts her head to look at him. The light from the doorway brightens her face. Her eyes are deep indigo, and a flush brightens her cheeks. Her chest rises rapidly as they look at each other, the sound of their breathing and the ticking of the clock on her bedside table breaking the silence. As each tick and each puff of breath beats against his ears, he feels the moment slipping away.

It’s Scully who breaks the standoff. She grasps the collar of his shirt and pulls him down into a kiss. The tension between them dissipates, the passion reigniting. All of the doubt disappears at the touch of her lips against his. Her hands wind through his hair, tug not-so-gently. He resumes the task of unbuttoning her shirt, encouraging her efforts with a soft groan.

“Please, Scully,” he says, mouthing her name against her lips. Please love me. Please touch me. Please don’t stop. Please let this really be happening.

His fingers release the last button, push aside the material, graze along the smooth skin of her back. As they divest themselves of the rest of their clothing, Scully nips at his bottom lip, drawing blood in her fervor. Pulling away quickly, she raises a finger to his mouth, caresses the spot where she injured him.

“Sorry,” she says, and he sees the uncertainty start to creep back.

He shakes his head in amazement that she considers him and chuckles softly. “Don’t be.”

Scully stares at him, her eyes darkening, and a smile perking up the corners of her mouth. “You liked that?”

“Oh, yeah.”

Grabbing her shoulders, he brings her close, kissing her roughly and guiding them both onto the bed. She’s underneath him, surrounded by him. Light against dark, hard against soft.

The spark in her eyes and the playful smile both betray her enjoyment of his attempt to wrest control away from her. She doesn't give in, though, fights back just as hard, pushes him away and pulls him back. Like the tides, his Scully, the inevitable surge against time and distance.

His.

When he grinds his erection against her leg, she whimpers - whimpers. His thoughts wander to places he usually avoids: how sexy she is, whether wielding her gun or her scalpel or her skeptical gaze. And now, nothing but her luminous skin, piercing eyes, and plush lips. As his hands wrap around her waist, he encompasses all of her with the width of his hand. Her presence makes everyone else seem so insignificant, it's easy to forget that she's so fucking tiny.

Nipping and grasping turns into soft caresses, his touch feathering her ribcage, dusting along the small curve of her abdomen, slipping down to slick against her wet slit.

“Oh… yes,” Scully whispers into his ear. Her nibbles turn into licks, as if they know they want this to last, that it might not be forever. That they could make time stand still in her bed, just for tonight.

He moves downward, swirls his tongue around one hardened nipple than the other. Pausing there, finding himself stuck. Her hand brushes through his hair as he nips and teases her hardened peaks. Glancing upwards, wanting to see her, needing to know if this is right, he sees her head thrown back, her other hand tangled in her own hair, eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth is open and relaxed, uttering soft moans and unintelligible words, and then it hits him.

“Muuh...lderrr…”

The way she says his name, how it rolls off her tongue. He'd thought he'd heard it said with every possible inflection, but this is his new favorite. The cadence of the sigh-like "Mu", the extended "r". It sends a shiver down his spine, vibrating along his limbs, through the tips of his fingers and toes. He breathes against her, closes his eyes, and takes a moment to recover.

Moving upwards, he caresses the side of her face and waits for her to look at him. Her eyes open, and she blinks a few times to focus.

“Why’d you stop?”

He chuckles at her protest, at the breathy whine that peeks through. Kissing her mouth a few times, he looks at her. Watches her expression change from mildly frustrated to tender. The fan of her hair against her pillow beckons him, and he threads his fingers through the strands, combing them out neatly, giving her a halo.

Scully’s hands wander, tracing down his neck, along his shoulder blades and around to play with the hair on his chest. Dancing her thumbs across his nipples, he jerks backward, a jolt of electricity moving through him at her touch. Her grin widens and she tweaks them in her fingers, pushes him back and over, moves downwards and swipes her tongue around the sensitive flesh.

She glides her tongue along his chest, dips into his navel, lower, lower. Traveling across his skin, leaving a soothing wet trail and an aching anticipation as she moves downwards.

Gentle hands trace the veins of his cock, graze the head, sweep the drop of liquid from its tip. She’s looking at him as she tests the weight of his balls in a hand, as the other takes his cock and strokes up and down a few times. He’s impossibly hard, knows that if she continues this will end much sooner than he’d like.

He scoots away from her, evading her deft hands, and pins her underneath him. The movement is more forceful than he intended, but her mischievous smile silences his apology.

When his breathing steadies, he kisses away her pout. He drags his nose along her cheekbone and breathes in the scent of her hair. Presses gentle kisses along her neck, feeling the pulse of her jugular with his tongue. The life of her, so intertwined with his own, the steady beat keeping him afloat.

As his touch travels down her body, he feels her tense, relax, whispers encouraging him on his journey. The musky scent of her arousal, growing stronger as he dips downwards, tastes her for the first time.

She writhes as he slicks his tongue upwards along her folds, his nose bumping her clit just briefly. The hair on her mound tickles his cheek, and he loves all of her. Kissing, sucking, nibbling with his lips. He memorizes her, drowns himself in her smell, her taste, the vision of her in front of him, her voice anchoring him to the present. Resists the urge to thrust against the edge of the bed, to make this about her, to let this last.

Trembling against him, her inner walls contracting around his fingers, he steadies her with his arms, avoids being crushed by her thighs. As she relaxes, he rests his head against her and dreams of always being surrounded by her - her liquid warmth on his chin, her scent enveloping him, the salty indescribable taste of her on his tongue.

He pulls away reluctantly, searches through the pile of clothes they discarded in their haste earlier. In his pocket, he finds his wallet, in it a condom, thankfully not expired.

Climbing up next to her, he pulls her next to him and brushes a soothing kiss against the flushed skin of her shoulder. He attempts to open the package but his palms are slick from sweat and Scully, and as a bonus, he’s shaking like a nervous teenager. Feeling foolish and inadequate, he’s about to throw the damn thing across the room when her small hands encompass his and she takes the square of foil from his grasp. His emotions settle at her gentle touch, and he leans down and kisses her firmly, gratefully. As her tongue slides into his mouth and tastes him thoroughly, he wonders: does she like the taste of herself on him?

He lays down next to her as she takes over, resting his hand on her leg when she sits up, drawing circles with his thumb, remembering what started all of this tonight. He studies her, eyes traveling over the soft curves of her breasts, her slim waist, the jut of her hip, and softness of her thighs. Hearing the rip of the package, his eyes dart back upwards and he sees the wrapper hanging from her mouth. The shyness creeps back into her face as she holds the condom between them.

“If you’re not sure--” he starts.

Scully looks at him, raises her eyebrow, and shakes her head.

“It’s just been a while.”

Mulder nods but doesn’t say anything. For him, unfortunately, it hasn’t.

His mind flashes back to the memories of when she’d been taken. Shame wells up, threatens to overtake him. The details of the case in L.A. were left deliberately vague, but Scully wasn’t stupid, she could read between the lines. She knew the risks he took, what he’d done. He was a piece of shit and Scully was…Scully was--

Her hand cups his face, and he returns to her.

“No, Mulder.”

The shyness is gone, replaced by familiar certainty, his steadfast partner holding him up, rescuing him from himself. When she gets him to smile, she withdraws. She places the condom on him and is straddling him in two quick movements, bottom lip between her teeth, eyes sparkling in anticipation. Bringing him back, moving things forward. She’s efficient, his Scully.

His.

Delicate hands dance along his shoulders and press into his chest before she locks her eyes with his and adjusts himself at her entrance.

He watches as she takes him in. Her brow is furrowed, eyes squeezed shut like their lovemaking is a mystery that needs solving. Maybe it is? She inches down on his cock, agonizingly slowly, adjusting to his size before she finally surrounds him.

When she opens her eyes, looks at him, his breath catches. It’s really her.

He breathes out, feels the poison that consumes him, drives him, slip away into the darkness of her apartment. Breathing in and watching her move above him, his heart swells. He feels her everywhere, deep inside his marrow, every neuron in his brain - hers, hers. A beautiful tangle, something he hopes never unknots.

He sees her, really sees her. Her outer shell, her private warmth. All of it. But more importantly, looking into her eyes, he believes she sees him too. Even the ugliness that he tries to hide. But instead of disappointment and fear she caresses his face, loves him harder. For the first time, he believes he’s worthy, not only of her but of this.

“You feel that, Scully?” His voice breaks the silence, raspy and breathless.

She smiles briefly, grinds her hips around him, flicks her thumbs around his nipples. “Oh, yeah.”

“No,” he says, as he stills her movements with a hand on her hip. He needs to know. Is this as monumental for her as it is for him? Is all of this one-sided?

He places his hand over her sweat-slicked skin, where he feels her heart beating. He focuses on a smattering of freckles near his thumb, imagines he can see the universe. Raising his eyes to her face, he can't find adequate words to express the emotions swirling inside of him.

“This.”

She looks at him. He can feel her brain calculating all the possible meanings of his words. He hopes his eyes convey what he can’t speak.

A small nod, almost imperceptible if he hadn’t been looking for a sign. Leaning forward, she presses her lips against his. Tears fall down the side of his face as he squeezes his eyes shut.  He wraps his hand through her hair and kisses her back thoroughly, until he’s sure the tear tracks have blended into the sweat at his temples.

She starts moving again, rocking against him with soft thrusts, keeping her forehead pressed firmly against his own.

His hands wander up her back, counting her vertebrae. His teeth clasp at the junction of her neck and shoulder. He’ll have to ask her if there’s a name for it.

Slow movements shift quickly into erratic desperation. She’s tensely coiled, shoulders bunched as she grasps his chest, embeds her nails into the skin of his shoulders, marking him. Exhaustion causes her to falter, hands trembling and breath catching in her throat as he flicks his finger over her nipples, strains upwards to claim her rosy peaks with his mouth.

His Scully. His.

He takes control, wrapping his hands around her hips, marveling again at how small she is, yet how well they fit together. She’s so warm, so tight, and he’s glad for the barrier of the condom, it keeps him from falling towards the edge too quickly. What she would feel like without it, he can’t even imagine.

She’s so close, moans lengthening, deepening, a thread connecting him to this reality. The flush of her chest deepens, spreads, the pitch of her voice rises, and she stiffens as her inner walls pulse around him.

He catches her when she falls, kisses her temple. Moves her underneath him once more and waits. Watches. So beautiful. Her heavy lids lift, swollen lips reach for his, and they kiss as she returns to herself.

Her hand wraps around his neck, and she whispers in his ear. “I almost feel embarrassed.”

“For what?” Mulder pulls away to look at her.

“I feel… greedy,” she says. “This isn’t just about me, you know.”

“Believe me, Scully, I’m enjoying myself.”

She grins broadly, a smile he rarely sees that crinkles the edges of her eyes, places a dimple in her cheek. “Yeah?”

“Oh, yeah.”

“Well get moving, then,” she says impatiently.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Her laugh fades as he starts thrusting, slow for only a few moments before the pleasure at the edge of his senses calls to him. Encouraging him, she grabs onto him, bites his shoulder, lifts her legs to wrap around his waist. He buries his face into her neck, breathes Scully. Her nails pierce into the skin of his back, and he imagines she wants to crawl deep inside him just as much as he wants to crawl inside of her.

It’s that thought and the sound of her gentle whisper calling his name that pushes him over the edge. He’s floating, all the darkness banished in a moment of pure, clear light. He drives into her a few more times, strains against her soft body, and somehow remembers to collapse to her side instead of crushing her beneath him.

Lying beside her, catching his breath for a moment, he keeps his hand entwined tightly in hers. He’s afraid if he lets go he’ll wake up, have to face the reality of life without having experienced this moment with her. Turning to face her, he watches her chest rise and fall, feels her pulse in the tight grasp of his hand steady. Holds on for just a few more moments.

He rises when her hand relaxes in his, thinks she’s asleep. In her bathroom, he removes the condom and disposes of it, pees and cleans himself, fetches a warm, damp cloth and brings it out to her. She’s lying in the same position he left her, legs and arms askew, skin glowing in the moonlight from the window. One of her arms covers her eyes, and if he strains, he thinks he might hear the soft sound of her snoring. Smiling, he touches the cloth to her knee so he doesn’t startle her.

“Mmmm.”

“You sleeping?”

“Mmm, not yet.” Her voice is low and rumbly, and she peeks out beneath her arm to grin at him contentedly. “That was nice.”

“Nice?!”

She chuckles, and his breath catches at the movement. The image is burned into his brain, and he vows to make her laugh at every opportunity from now on.

“Amazing, then.” Her grin has turned into a wide, toothy smile, blue eyes peering up through sleepy lids, reassuring him of the truth of her statement.

Mulder swells with pride and cleans her up. Settling down next to her, she leans up on her elbow and kisses him, dragging her teeth along his lower lip and then looks at him. She doesn’t say a word, but in the comfortable silence, he can feel her thoughts. She’s happy, and he did that. His hand rises to cup her cheek and she sinks into it, closing her eyes and sighing. The contentment that rolls off of her wraps around him like a blanket.

Turning her face, she kisses his palm and smiles shyly. “Be right back.”

She heads to the bathroom, and Mulder adjusts himself on the bed. He fidgets again, moves on his side. There’s something wrong. Is her bed too soft? He bounces, adjusts the pillows, fetches his boxers from the floor and puts them on before sinking back under the blankets. Her comforter is soft but not overly warm.

Everything’s perfect, he thinks.

Suddenly panic rises within him, the guilt from earlier almost pushing him over with its weight. What has he done?

He sees it now, a vision manifesting with excruciating clarity. Two paths laid out in front of him. The first - the comfort of her bed, the warmth of her embrace. Bubbling happiness in his chest. A bright light that blinds him. And the second - shadows and darkness, but his eyes pierce through them. Scully at his side, banishing the darkness slowly, inch by inch. He knows he can’t have both.

This could have been something good and whole and right. A respite from the horror of their difficult cases. An island where he could forget. But he knows himself, he knows what he needs to do, and things with Scully could never be just a momentary escape.

He didn’t know… didn’t know. The intensity of their time together, the feelings that welled up within him. He didn’t think he was capable of them, knew for sure that he could lose himself in her, that she would unwittingly consume him.

When she comes out of the bathroom, he’s yanking on his jeans and can’t meet her gaze.

“You’re leaving.”

He peeks over and sees her toes digging into the rug, but he doesn't speak. Staring at it, the white and blue checks blur, and her feet disappear behind a curtain of uninvited tears. He blinks fiercely, looks away.

He continues dressing, and he hears the whisper of her pulling on her pajamas, discarded on the floor in the heat of their passion. Several times he opens his mouth to speak, thoughts half-formed into inadequate words. What he wants. What he needs. But what about what she needs? The awareness, the connection they had only minutes ago fades. It’s replaced by sudden and terrible uncertainty.

Completely clothed, he turns to her. She’s lying in bed, curled on her side away from him, her hair fanned out and hiding her face.

“Scully--”

“I know.”

She knows?

“You can’t let this interfere with the work, right? That’s what you’re going to say?” She says, voice thick and flat.

“We can’t… I can’t...”

She doesn’t say anything. He watches the rise and fall of her body as she breathes, and it steadies him.

“That was…a lot,” Mulder says, as he perches on the edge of the bed, ready to take flight at any moment. Being so near and yet knowing those last few inches, pressed against her side, are an impossible distance.

She turns to face him, face stoic, cheeks dry. It doesn’t comfort him.

“I wondered how long it would take,” Scully looks at him, hiding away. That connection they had, so intense and unexpected, scurrying away in the shadows of her bedroom.

“I could lose myself in this…and I just can’t,” he says.

“I know.” She bites her swollen lips, and his gaze can’t help but linger on them. He knows what she tastes like. How can he make himself forget?

Dread rises in his chest as they look at each other. Strangers with a tenuous connection. No longer partners from before, or lovers as of tonight, but something in-between. Would it be like this forever, or could they return to the safety of their partnership?

“Can we go back? To the way it was?” Mulder can’t believe he could be so lucky to have had this moment with Scully, that he could discard her so easily, and that she’d still be willing to stay.

At her silence, he looks up at her, the fear crawling in his belly and making him feel sick. Her hair is wild, the bed sheets tangled beneath her, but her eyes pierce into his with steely blue determination, and her mouth is set in a stubborn line. She’s sitting up ramrod straight, her back rigid, her shoulders set.

“I don't have a choice, Mulder.”

The corner of her mouth turns up in a small smile, and he lets out his breath in a ragged sigh. This quest is hers just as much as it is his, now. He knows he can’t do it without her, at least not for very long. Hates himself for indulging in this moment tonight, that he could have lost it all because of his impulsiveness.

He smiles at her sadly and wrenches his gaze away, pushes himself off of her bed, and flees from her apartment before he can change his mind. The key twists in her lock with finality, his head a mess of conflicted emotions, the walk to his car a blur.

Taking a moment in his car, head bowed, he polishes his memories of tonight. Turns it into a small gem, buries it under the weight of his obligations. Tells himself he regrets giving in, regrets the weakness that led him here tonight. Knows that deep down, his weakness is not being strong enough to stay.

[baronessblixen]

I was tagged by @scullysexual, @msrheadcanon, @midwest-cryptid @mldrgrl and @dnscully thank you all so much for thinking of me. 

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!

Ready: I knew right away I wanted to include this, but wasn’t sure I’d written it this year. I did! Mulder and Scully go grocery shopping after the Henry Weems case but somehow it’s all about their blossoming relationship. I had so much fun writing this. 

Taking Liberties: This was written for the Fluff Fanfic Exchange 2020 and again, It’s a fun story about Mulder and Scully bantering about everything and nothing in a hotel room. 

Take Your Kid to Work Day: It’s a family fic and exactly what the title implies. Mulder, as a proud dad, brings William to work. I love this ficlet for some reason. 

Lost: I can’t speak to the quality of this fic and I can’t say I like it. It broke me - and I mean that literally. For months after I struggled with every piece of writing. the reason I’m including it here is because I didn’t give up, not on the fic itself and not on working through whatever blockage it caused. 

Fictober Day 10: The style I wrote this in differs somewhat from my other stories. I really like this one. It’s Mulder and Scully through the years, giving each other hope whenever things are bleak. 

Ficmas Day 22: I only wrote this yesterday but I like it so much that I want to include it here. Mulder is at a Scully family Christmas and things with Bill don’t go well. 

Love is not Blind: Another Exchange fic! Scully’s blindness in “Theef” lingers on. There’s lots of hurt/comfort here and I love writing that stuff. 

One Night on the Road: It started as a hommage to the classic movie “It Happened One Night” and got angsty in the end. I left it open-ended and it’s a fic I think about often. 

I’m tagging... @monikafilefan @kikocrystalball @fragilevixenfic @frangipanidownunder @greekowl87 and everyone who wants to do this! (apologies if you’ve already been tagged)

[leiascully]

@fragilevixenfic replied to your post “spookydarlablack: sometimes i think about the flight(s) back from...”

Depending on the locale, they'd have to go to the research outpost...where a crew of men and women would be doing military assignments (research) on the ice. They'd have clothes. It just might not be stylish...she'd be flying home in some woman's military undergarb.

What if she refused to take it because she wanted to wear Mulder’s clothes?  What if there weren’t any women anywhere near her size, or any women at all?  What if they didn’t have clothes to spare?  It’s not like you can hit up the Antarctic outlet mall.