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actual-changeling · 1 year ago

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some early fluffy msr featuring once again a very tired scully and a worried mulder. if i end up writing more vignettes like these i might start posting them on ao3. this is set a few days after the first pfaster incident.

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Mulder should really wake her up.

Not only is sleeping on the desk incredibly uncomfortable—speaking from a lot of experience—but he also knows that her first reaction to realising she fell asleep at work will be shame. She is slumped over in her usual chair, angled towards him and with her back to the door; every now and then she makes a little noise and buries her face deeper into the cradle of her arms.

Her blazer has ridden up her back and her blouse with it, revealing not soft skin but a deep-blue, slowly healing bruise. There are several more littering her entire body, and Mulder has caught her wincing or hissing in pain more times than he can count, swallowing the needle of guilt that comes with it. The memory of her sobbing into his chest is at the forefront of his mind, impermeable and achingly bright, and he regrets not shooting Pfaster dead right where he stood.

Scully had insisted on going back to work and shrugged off any and all attempts at getting her medical attention, eventually telling him to 'leave her alone or so help me god'. Not wanting to push, he had, and yet, seeing the shadows under her eyes match her bruises more and more, he wishes he had said something—anything—if just to make sure she is not hurting more than can be avoided.

It is not difficult to guess what exactly is keeping her up at night, and this is not the first or the last time a harrowing experience haunted them all the way home. Nightmares are as much part of the job as paperwork, and he would carry it all for her if he could.

Mulder watches her lips part for a sigh, a week's worth of fatigue finally catching up with her, and his indecision disappears entirely. He quietly pushes back his chair and tiptoes around their office, first taking the phones off the hook, then switching off their cellphones too. If anyone wanted something from them (and 'anyone' was almost exclusively Skinner), they were going to have to wait.

After locking the door, he turns off the ceiling light, picks up his coat, and gently drapes it over her shoulders; the heavy fabric wraps around her like a cocoon, making her appear even smaller than she already was. Shifting for a few seconds, Scully seems to adjust to the new weight and influx of warmth, but she quickly settles again with sleep softening her features. Hesitantly, Mulder reaches out and tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear, disproportionately endeared by the content noise he gets in response.

In the late afternoon twilight, her red hair is littered with specks of gold, and he cannot resist the urge to run a palm over the back of her head to smooth it down further. Leaning in, he presses a tender kiss on her temple, murmuring "_sweet dreams"_ before he can second-guess himself.

Mulder knows he cannot change what happened or the lingering trauma she is inevitably struggling with, but he can allow her to get the rest she needs, if just for a little while, his gaze never straying far from her. No uninvited visitors disturb her peace, and he busies himself with expense reports and filing while she naps.

The sun sets, the moon rises, and a handful of hours later, he catches her lashes fluttering and fingers twitching as she finds her way back to consciousness.

Contrary to his initial assumption, Scully doesn't seem to feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but rather leans back and pulls his coat tighter around herself. Her eyes are clear, and he can spot the beginning of a smile tugging on her lips. He breathes against the sudden wave of anxiety washing over him, worried that he somehow overstepped.

"Better?"

Scully nods, letting out a puff of air and looking away as a blush rises to her cheeks.

"Thank you," she whispers, extending her arm to take his hand, which was starting to make a mess of the files without him noticing. Mulder squeezes it in return, his thumb unconsciously drawing circles along her knuckles. Unsure of how to deal with the emotions surging between them, he bites back the joke on his tongue and settles for honesty instead.

"If you ever—you can call. Anytime. Odds are I'm probably up anyway, and if-" he stumbles, mentally preparing himself to see her walls slot back into place, but she is meeting his gaze with steady, familiar affection.

"If that's something I can do, please. Let me."

Scully squeezes his hand one more time before pulling back, carefully pushing herself upright. His coat is swallowing her, merging her with the creeping shadows on the wall, and her hair is a flame, drawing him in like a moth to the light. His light.

"Dinner? Your choice."

Mulder smiles, recognising the offer for what it is: gratitude and affirmation wrapped in one.

"Let's go."

(When Scully calls him later in the early morning hours, they end up falling asleep together, and seeing her lively and infinitely less tired at work is worth the phone bills he continues to amass over the next few weeks.)

#alex writes x files #txf #the x files #x files #dana scully #fox mulder #scully x mulder #mulder x scully #msr #txf fanfic #msr fanfic

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unremarkablehouse · 2 years ago

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Ch 4: Medical Fitness Assessment

PG | MSR | AO3 Series

Originally, this series was written for the 1 in 5 Billion Exchange, but I just added this chapter that I wasn’t able to complete in time.

Summary: A four part series of vignettes about Scully’s Field Evaluations from the perspective of the Range Manager, Frank. This is the final chapter, set during the cancer arc, Scully must show that she’s medically fit for duty.

@today-in-fic

Having been with the FBI for over 20 years, there were few things in this world that truly got under Frank’s skin, but Dana Scully’s heart wrenching sobs was definitely one of them. Her Field Evaluation came through as part of medical fitness assessment and seemed fairly routine to him, until a below average score had her curled up in a ball crying in his office. Not one to normally display such strong emotions, each muffled sniff stabbed at Frank’s heart and was more than he could bare. Frank dialed Mulder’s cell, both surprised and annoyed that he hadn’t shown up for her Field Evaluation like he normally would, whatever was going on with Dana had to be more than a mediocre score.

“Mulder-“

“Hi Mulder, it’s Frank from the Range”

“Is she ok?”

“Not really. She’s camped out in my office right now-“

“I’ll be right there!”

Even though Mulder had said he’d be right there, Frank was still surprised to see him walk through the doors less than 5 minutes after he’d called, slightly out of breath and concern all over his face.

Mulder nodded a greeting to Frank, not stopping to talk, singularly focused on making his way into Frank’s office, needing to see her.

Pausing to knock, Mulder announced that it was him before opening the door. Scully’s body looked impossibly small as she sat in the corner of the room, head tucked into her knees, arms wrapping around her legs. Mulder plopped himself down next to her, and as if guided by magnets, Scully launched herself into his arms and her head burrowed into his shoulder.

“That bad Scully?”

“Yeah,” Scully’s voice cracked, still hoarse from crying. Mulder just held her for a moment and let her collect herself, placing soft kisses on the crown of her head.

The effect of Mulder’s presence was immediately obvious to Frank and he saw that Dana had regained some sort of strength that was missing earlier.

“Dana, I know you didn’t get your normal high score, but 82% is still a pass.”

Frank’s words were meant to offer Scully comfort but the grim look on Mulder’s face confused him.

“82% huh? Yikes.”

With a muffled laugh Scully nodded and looked up at Mulder, her blue eyes red from crying. Mulder tenderly wiped away the tears from her cheek.

“It’s not that she failed Frank, it’s that the score is so much lower than her average that a case could be made against her competency.”

“And maybe they’re right, Mulder. I cut almost every target, what if I endanger us both out there?”

Taking a moment to contemplate what she was saying, Mulder brushed some hair behind her ears and asked “is the tumor affecting your vision?”

“No, but-“

Cutting her off with a hand wave Mulder proceeded.

“Alright, then. I’m going to talk to Frank for a minute, I’ll be right back.”

Scully bristled at the sudden loss of contact with Mulder’s large frame but slowly stood herself up and started composing herself, sitting herself on one of Frank’s chairs.

Taking Frank aside, Mulder asked to look at the target for one of Scully’s rounds.

“This tumor that Dana’s got, it’s cancer right.”

“Yeah.” Mulder replied gravely, the severity of the situation accentuated by his body language more than words ever could.

Frank patted him hardi on the back in a gesture of solidarity.

“So, why weren’t you here today for testing?”

“Ever since she was diagnosed I’ve been accused of smothering her. Scully said she could handle this on her own, so I tried to give her space, but I still found myself eating pie at the diner, just in case.”

“I’m glad you were nearby, and I think she is too. We show up for the people we love, even when they don’t ask us too.”

With a solemn nod Mulder took in what Frank was saying, smiling as an idea began to form.

“Frank, we need a favor-“

With a chuckle and a shake of his head Frank listened to Mulder’s plan and agreed, knowing he was the easier one of the two needing to be convinced.

Scully was quietly holding a framed picture of Frank’s family and staring off into space when Mulder and Frank entered the office. It was hard to believe that this was the same woman who had been sobbing in a ball earlier, her despondent face not betraying any emotions and yet the room felt heavy with the weight of her load.

“Scully, I need you to review this target for me and tell me what I did wrong.”

Surprised by Mulder’s random request, Scully looked at the target closely and examined the group of shots.

“Mulder, I thought you fixed the issue with your posture? You’re tightening up again and it’s causing the cut shots. Your grouping is nice though.”

“Scully, this is actually your target.”

”I thought the grouping was too good to be yours…”

”Always the smart ass. We both know you can shoot better than anyone, I think you’ve just got the yips and psyched yourself out.”

Tracing her hand over the rounds Scully examined her shots and grumbled.

“The yips have been known to end the careers of professional athletes, what if I can’t get over this Mulder?”

“Good thing you have your very own behavioral psychologist then,” Mulder said, bumping her shoulder with his hip.

“I spoke to Frank, you never completed your eval today, no score has been recorded. I’ll tell Skinner that I dragged you on a snipe hunt instead. Everyday this week you’re going to shoot, just like you made me do after my shoulder injury. Then Saturday afternoon you’re going to take your test.”

“But the Range is closed for testing on Saturdays.”

“Exactly, it’ll just be us here.”

Scully gave a resigned smile at the plan, she wasn’t quite convinced it would work but appreciated the effort and his blind faith in her.

The car ride to the Range was quiet as Mulder navigated the familiar route to Quantico. Pulling into a vacant spot Mulder squinted towards the late afternoon sun, which had started turning the sky various shades of orange. The lot was deserted, and they both looked pleased that they had correctly picked a quiet time for practice. Handing Frank his coffee Mulder mumbled an apology that it was decaf, pointing at Scully with a shrug ‘Doctor’s Orders.’

Frank smiled and took the coffee, feeling apprehensive to have Dana back at the Range again, silently praying for her confidence to come back. When Frank’s wife had been diagnosed with breast cancer a year earlier, Mulder and Scully had met them at the hospital in Georgetown. Mulder brought flowers and made Frank’s wife laugh, while Scully commandeered her chart and translated all the medical mumbo jumbo. Her prognosis had been good and she made a full recovery, but what people don’t tell you is what cancer takes from you. Looking at Scully now Frank could see this crisis of confidence was just a manifestation of the ongoing fight she was facing over her body, and he would give anything for her not to have to deal with this at all. With a smile to Mulder he knew that this man felt the same way.

Frank set Scully up in her favorite stall while Mulder followed her in. Scully was tense and agitated as she took her first shot, cutting the target to the left, almost a miss. Mulder stayed quiet but his presence could be felt and it added to her aggrevation. Putting the safety on and the gun down, Scully roughly took off her headphones and shoved Mulder back.

“I can’t shoot with you standing over me like that! You’re throwing me off Mulder.”

“You shoot with me next to you all the time-”

“It’s not the same!”

“No, usually our lives are at stake. Look, you’re just in your head about this, you need to stop over thinking it.”

With a resigned sigh and a skeptical eye roll, Scully crossed her arms over her chest and stared Mulder down.

“What do you suggest then?” She asked tearsly.

“I promise I’ll get out of your hair, just let me try one thing first.”

With a groan Scully acquiesced as Mulder moved her body towards the targets again. Sliding his hands to her hips and moving them side to side Mulder whispered in her ear “loosen up those hips Scully.”

Hearing her her breath catch Mulder continued to rock her back and forth, nuzzling his nose into the crook of her neck mumbling for her to ‘relax.’ Gently kissing her neck, Mulder felt Scully’s body begin to melt into his own. With a hot whisper he asked “so, am I smothering you now?”

Mulder was not fast enough to anticipate the sharp elbow to his ribs, and Scully’s laugh rang out as he bent over in pain.

“You’re a cruel woman! I’ll meet you outside at 5,” Mulder said, kissing her on the corner of her mouth as he left. Scully felt flustered and exposed as she checked around the Range to make sure no one had witnessed whatever that was. As if on autopilot she picked up her weapon and began to fire, trying to push away thoughts of Mulder’s overly tactile approach to therapy.

Frank waved as Mulder left the Range and was pleased to see Dana had made 5 perfect shots in a row. Whatever Mulder had said to her in the stall was working.

The rest of the week went smoothly, Mulder dropped Scully off in the lot, kissing her on the cheek for good luck. While always respectful, Mulder pushed the line of his leers and flirtatious comments just as she was leaving the car, trying his hardest to get her flustered. Each day Frank saw Scully walk in, cheeks flushed trying to hide her smile as she signed in. Her form had returned completely on the first day, but Frank noticed a change taking place from the inside out. There was a radical sense of hope that exuded from her, with no logical right to exist but permeating her being. It reminded Frank of Mulder’s often childlike world view, and the undeniable power that wishing and believing has over one’s soul. With every target she hit Frank knew that Dana would continue to fight because she had something truly worth fighting for.

On the day of the evaluation Mulder pulled into a vacant parking spot and examined Scully. Her mask firmly in place it was impossible to tell if she was feeling nervous or quietly confident. As Scully reached for the handle, Mulder grabbed her arm to stop her.

“Wait…” he said, and turned his cheek, motioning for her to kiss him.

“For good luck-“

With a chuckle and half eye roll Scully leaned forward to kiss Mulder on his cheek, but he quickly turned his head at the last minute so that her lips landed on his.

“I thought I’d try my luck too,” Mulder shrugged with a laugh as Scully shoved him, giggling at his ridiculously juvenile move.

Lying his head back on his car seat Mulder faced Scully and brushed some hair back behind her ear.

“You know you’ve got this right?”

“I know Mulder..”

“Come on, let’s go tell Frank about the golem!”

Frank heard them bickering before they walked in through his doors and he wondered if they ever managed to surprise a suspect. It was clear Mulder was trying to distract Scully and she was letting him while categorically denying whatever nonsense he was espousing.

“It’s not the same Mulder, a mule is not a transgenic organism, their DNA is not altered, their parents just aren’t the same species.”

“Wait, so in the Omega Man the mutants are actually transgenic organisms because of the virus?”

“Mulder, while technically you might be right, I don’t want to set a bad precedent by agreeing with you, I’m just going to say it’s Science Fiction.”

Frank’s laughter at the two of them broke up their debate and they both looked a little sheepish.

“Thanks for doing this on a Saturday, Frank.”

“Who could turn down a little extra time with the FBI’s spookiest Agents. Let’s get you signed in Dana.”

Setting Scully up in her usual stall, Frank wished her good luck for what felt like the millionth time. From the corner of his eye Frank saw Mulder waving like a jackass trying to get Scully’s attention before she started.

“I think your Partner wants you to look at him,” Frank said, trying to suppress his laugh.

Scully poked her head out of the stall only to see Mulder with the goofiest grin on his face, enthusiastically giving her the thumbs up before she turned back to start her test.

With a deep breath she closed her eyes and for a moment the only thought in her head was ‘Mulder truly is a dork.’

After that, Scully cleared all her rounds at an impressive rate. She actually managed to surprise herself that the evaluation was over so quickly. As she stepped out of the stall she felt good about her shooting but couldn’t for the life of her remember a single thing about her performance. Being truly present was not great for her short term memory and she started to doubt herself as she waited next to Mulder for her score.

Frank was tempted to deliver the good news of Scully’s test results with a fake out, but one look at her anxious face and he couldn’t be the person to cause her an extra seconds worth of discomfort.

“Good news Dana, a new personal best, 99.2%”

Elated by the news Scully jumped into Mulder’s arms and kissed him as he swung her around, overjoyed by her success. Letting her down, Scully ran to Frank and gave him a crash tackle hug. The gesture was both surprising and endearing, and Frank marveled that despite everything that had happened, that this was still the fresh face rookie from so many years ago.

“Ok Mulder I think it’s time we celebrate with pie!”

“You can have pie Scully, but I really should get a salad. I’ve been eating pie all week and now my pants are tight.” Mulder lifted up his shirt to show Scully his little belly, which she gleefully poked as they walked towards the door, questioning exactly how many pieces of pie did he actually eat. Stopping at the same time they both looked towards Frank who was still by the counter.

“Aren’t you coming, Frank?” Mulder asked, they both assumed the invitation was implied.

“Haven’t you heard the expression three’s a crowd?”

“Well we’re more like 2.5 because Scully’s so short..” Mulder quipped, earning him an elbow jab.

“Come on Frank, Mulder’s going to buy us pie!”

“Alright, let me just close up here and I’ll meet you. You know their coffee cake is actually better than their pie. They put the same crumble on top as they do on the apple pie.”

Mulder’s eyes lit up in delight and he excitedly looked towards Scully to confirm she heard the same wonderful news as he did.

“Coffee cake Scully!”

Poking his little love handles Scully asked “what about your pants Mulder?”

“I’ll buy bigger pants, didn’t you hear they put crumbles on top!”

Frank grabbed his keys as he watched the two walk to their car, wondering when these two goofballs became his favorite Agents, grateful at the same time that they had.

#the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #Txf #txf fic #the x files fanfic

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frostbitepandaaaaa · 2 years ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 🤍

oh boy.... FIVE?

first off, thanks for this very lovely ask! that is so sweet <3

okay, so, in no particular order:

Give Up the Ghost

the fic that allowed me to get my bearings with these two characters. also, my first ever fic for them and in the Star Wars realm in general. i just think it's neat and it allowed me to meet some wonderful, wonderful people <3

Four Days on the 63rd Parallel

this was my first MSR fic in ages and i had to kind of... dig deep into my own personal style and intellect for it. writing MSR is tough because these two characters are so fucking smart and taciturn (at least when it comes to things like FEELINGS) so this was a challenge, but i can say that i'm pretty proud of it!

Thumbprint Scar

i can't say much else than this fic has a very special place in my heart. i will always love it dearly and i am proud of what i was able to do with it.

The Symptom of Time

i love her, your honor. one of the more ambitious things i've ever done-- soulmark!fic with a dash of esoteric nonsense and vignette/non-linear timeline abuse. i am attempting to do a similar fic with rebelcaptain. i'm pretty proud of it.

Hounded

this isn't my favorite fic that i wrote for max/furiousa (that might be The Love The You Lent Me), but it's the first, and that's significant because, before then, I hadn't written much of anything in nearly five years. so, for that, it deserves a space on here. without it, who knows where i'd be or what i'd be doing, but i know my life would not be nearly as much fun or colorful as it is now.

thanks for the ask, lovely moot! i hope i didn't ramble on too much. <3

#frost has mail #ireallyamabear #my writing

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storybycorey · 6 years ago

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N is for No

@storybycorey, PG-13

He’s scared of the word no, its finality. No, Mulder, it would never work. No, Mulder, we’re better as friends. No, Mulder, I don’t love… The word no could mean the end of everything. Of all he’s seen, how absurd that two small letters could paralyze him like that.

He walks through Violent Crimes once, overhears Scully talking to another agent from across the room. Rick Channing could be a television news anchor—hair coiffed and teeth so white they sparkle.

Mulder rolls his eyes. Scully doesn’t roll her eyes though; instead, she smiles as they talk. She giggles. Bile rises in his throat.

No, Mulder, I’ve fallen for someone else…

He should leave, but Channing’s next words stop him cold. “How about drinks, Dana? Maybe dinner?”

She blushes, flustered, before scanning the room, eyes finding Mulder’s despite the way he hides halfway behind a partition.

“Thank you, Rick, but no. I’m already…” She smiles gently at him—him Mulder, not him Rick— “No,” she says again, then excuses herself down the hall.

He stands there, rooted in place, decides no is the most beautiful word he’s ever heard.

(Start with A is for Apple here, continue to O is for Opal here)

New letters released nightly at 7PM. Each is a stand-alone, but I promise they’ll tie together nicely and romantically in the end.

#The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet #n is for no #msr vignettes

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swinging-stars-from-satellites · 3 years ago

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Whumpay Day 23: Suffocation

Fire | @today-in-fic, @whumpay2022

He's not sure which aspect of it terrifies him more: the heat, or not being able to breathe. And the real question is, is he suffocating on smoke or is it his fear choking him? He's a coward, but he shouldn't be here. He's grateful when firefighters come drag him out, and even moreso when Scully darts over, unstoppable little doctor, and runs her hand through his hair.

She hovers protectively over him as the hotel bustles with activity that he barely notices; he's just trying to breathe again. When he curls in on himself, coughing painfully, she leans in still closer and rests a hand on his chest, like she could heal him just like that.He thinks she's talking, maybe trying to offer comfort, but his ears are ringing too loudly for him to understand and there's black spots crowding his vision. Maybe it's because she's doctoring him, but her touch feels so incredibly different from Phoebe's that he registers it even through the haze of slowly-abating terror and choking taste of smoke in his throat.

The oxygen mask over his face means he can't speak very well, but he looks at her and hopes she reads the thanks in his eyes.

#this one is SHORT alas #a small vignette #Lu writes #txf #txf s1 #dana scully #fox mulder #mulder and scully #msr #whumpay2022

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jessahmewren · 7 years ago

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Ghosts

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The lock snicked in the expected way, causing her belly to knot in an almost primal anticipatory response to seeing him.

But he was not here.

There were no tears in that realization. She was out of salt and water but still had plenty of grief.

The door swung open on its hinge, a slight creak in the tomb-like silence. Scully stepped inside, greeted by familiar ghosts.

His long form, lean, trim legs stretched over a leather couch, his peaceful face asleep under the light of a strobing television set. His shoulders, broad and strong, hunched over the computer at his desk. His feet, wearing ruts into the floor, working out theories in his head, waiting on a contact, or worrying over her.

The room was empty.

The rain had stopped on her way over, but the musty smell of the rain on pavement coupled with the dust and emptiness left the apartment feeling dank and vacant. She ghosted a hand over the desk, a faint circle where the base of his computer had been, and swallowed.

Mulder, she thought to desperately, Mulder where are you?

She could feel her eyes sting, but no tears would come. She walked into the bedroom.

Mulder...his broad smile, his eyes sparkling. His hands, threading her hair, moving down the length of her back to grab her thigh. His body fused with hers, creating a miracle, the recipe for life that now resides in her womb.

The bed was empty.

She approached it now as she would an altar…hesitantly and with no small measure of awe. The sheets were turned back, and if she closed her eyes she could imagine Mulder awaking with a jolt, slipping out of bed before they headed for Oregon. Stretching, grabbing the bag he’d packed the night before. Jumping in the shower. A little stab of pain flared in her heart.

At the foot of the bed lay one of his dress shirts. She caught her breath, reverently running her fingers over the fabric. Gingerly she picked it up and pressed it to her chest. Was it his or was it freshly laundered, she wondered feverishly. She tucked the shirt beneath her chin.

It was his.

It smelled of him…of masculinity and soap and a tang of sweat. If she couldn’t fill her body with him she would fill her lungs, so she took a deep breath, resisting the urge to bury her face in the blue pinstripe fabric. She crawled onto the bed, the shirt clutched to her like the most precious thing in the world, and embraced it.

She lay there, trying to remember the last time he’d worn it. Stupidly, she couldn’t. It didn’t matter. It was his. It was him. It was all she had.

But not all. She closed her eyes. Her hand slipped down to her lower abdomen where somewhere, nestled in the dark, was a piece of Mulder too.

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#the x files #txf #msr #msr fanfic #ficlet #within #xf fanfic #angst #dana scully #the x files season 8 #Mulder is william's dad #vignette #this has been stuck in my head a few days so I decided to finally let it out

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azure-firecracker · 8 months ago

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Fic Rec Roundup!

In honor of my going off to college (my posts will be slowing down), and finishing 3 seasons of TXF, I asked y’all what sort of “special post” you wanted me to make. You voted on a roundup of some of my favorite TXF fics, so here it is! Prepare to watch me gush profusely about the phenomenal writers in this fandom.

This will be in chronological order, so first time watchers like me need not fear spoilers:)

I’m not including my own writing here, but you can find it in my masterpost.

Without further ado, let’s get into the fics!

Season 1:

starstruck by @thursdayinspace (General Audiences, 671 words): Set post-Pilot. The title says it all. This is quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever read.

Something Bigger Than Us by Mungo_of_Maundery (General Audiences, 721 words): A nice coda to Deep Throat after Scully rescues Mulder from the air base. Internal monologue is great.

humans in nature by @theswisscheeserag (General Audiences, 2,733 words): Mulder and Scully’s conversations post The Jersey Devil. Philosophy mixed with fluff and some laugh-out-loud humor. Perfectly captures the vibe of early MSR.

Still Feeling My Father Ascend by @cecilysass (Teen and Up, 13,073 words): Mulder and Scully share some tender moments post Beyond the Sea. Both of them have a lot of healing to do, for different reasons. Some of my favorite MSR introspection can be found in this fic, and you can tell how much thought and care this author puts into the characterizations. There’s also several excellent funny moments - a true gem of a fic!

Egit Genius Loci by snow_and_rain (Teen and Up, 21,937 words): Case fic set right after Beyond the Sea. Featuring early-onset MSR, angst, mutual pining, and hurt/comfort. A little whimsical, a little eerie, a little sad.

Between Two Truths by @agent-troi (Teen and Up, 1,621 words): Missing scene from E.B.E after Scully’s speech to Mulder. An excellent internal monologue from Mulder’s POV followed by some top-tier MSR banter.

the progression (and regression) of first names by skuls (Teen and Up, 5,421 words): A series of vignettes exploring Scully and Mulder’s relationship as it evolves throughout Season 1. Pitch-perfect Scully characterization and several moments that really showcase her inner conflict fantastically, but also many wonderfully tender MSR scenes (keep an eye out for the coffee scene - my favorite!)

never learned to read your mind by @swinging-stars-from-satellites (General Audiences, 1,071 words): An alternate version of Season 1 where Scully leaves after Deep Throat. Profound, heartwarming, wistful and a bit sad, this takes an interesting concept and really tugs at your heartstrings.

Season 2:

distractions by @thursdayinspace (General Audiences, 1,181 words): Post-abduction. Mulder does his best to help. Absolutely heart-melting, sweet and tender and a little sad too.

The Safety of Guilt by the_status_clo (Teen and Up, 732 words): Mulder’s guilt post-abduction. Do you like to feel miserable? Do you like to slip into a pit of unwavering guilt and wallow in beautiful words? Read this!

Redial by @theswisscheeserag (Teen and Up, 7,423 words): A frequent reread of mine! Set during Mulder and Scully’s quarantine post-Firewalker and told through a series of phone calls. This fic has everything you could possibly want: introspection, angst, fluff, humor, friendship and romance all mixed into one…it’s just really good in 1000 different ways. Endlessly rereadable.

until it heals by @actual-changeling (Teen and Up, 2,351 words): A post-Irresistible fic that captures all of the poetry, panic, and drama that is Season 2 MSR. Incredibly tender with some stunning inner monologue moments. A perfect coda to my favorite episode.

Authority and Gravity by Xecotcovach (Teen and Up, 2,338 words): Another excellent fic where Scully (with Mulder’s help) tries to deal with some of her season 2 trauma. Their dynamic here is very tender and their banter is just the right amount of sassy and quippy. Set after Fresh Bones.

If You’re Sinking, I Will Jump Right Over by SammyLovesASOIAF (Teen and Up, 1,642 words): An alternate version of End Game where things go…badly-but then Mulder has to confront his emotions!An interesting alternative, angst with a happy ending. Lovely poetic language; I have some lines from this that I remember word-for-word.

Our Town by @leiascully (Teen and Up, 813 words): Scully’s thoughts during and after the climax of Our Town. Very in-character, appropriately intense, really conveys the fear and desperation intertwined with Season 2 MSR.

Season 3:

Light in Dark Places by @agent-troi (Teen and Up, 2,697 words): Set in Season 3 but it’s really about Irresistible and Scully’s insecurities in general. Peak hurt/comfort, this one makes your heart hurt in the best possible way, and then it feels like a warm hug with the resolution.

Got You(r) Back by @shearmouth (Teen and Up, 4,933 words): This is THE injury fic for me. Set post-731. The hurt/comfort levels in here are unmatched. Scully’s internal monologue is perfect. Mulder is an actual puppy and Scully takes care of him and it makes my heart melt in all of the right ways.

stay close, listen by @actual-changeling (Teen and Up, 2,667 words): Post Pusher. Very angsty, but in the best possible way and with an extremely satisfying resolution. This fic definitely wins best-written: it’s essentially poetry, and its uses of metaphor and literary references are stunning. I can’t recommend this enough.

find me defenseless by @impulsive-astrophile (Mature, 7,421 words): Case fic! Do you like Mulder torture? Do you like badass Scully? If so, you will love this fic because it has both in spades (plus-spoilers-a wonderful ending to make up for the pain). Whenever I’m fed up with the show’s kidnapping ratio, I read this: it’s probably my most frequent reread. I will say that it is more violent than anything I’ve written, so be aware.

Unconfirmed timing but spoiler-free:

unravelling by @actual-changeling (General Audiences, 2,208 words): Scully wakes up to a familiar voice theorizing on her television. What follows is as sweet and humorous as it is charged and just a little tragic.

Shakespirited by orphan_account (Teen and Up, 13,670 words): A fic that I’m pretty sure was written specifically for me. Mulder and Scully go undercover in a Shakespeare troupe plagued by strange murders. If you like TXF and are a Shakespeare nerd, you will love this. Definition of a good time (but there’s some angst too-how could there not be?) I think there are some minor spoilers in here, but nothing to really tell you anything as long as you’ve seen up to Anasazi.

Sometimes You Need to Have Fun by @baronessblixen (Teen and Up, 1,192 words): Fluff written by the queen of fluff herself! Mulder and Scully go ice skating. It’s as adorable and sappy as it sounds.

Stupid Cupid by @mulderwearingglasses (General Audiences, 5,325 words): A Valentine’s Day fic! This features jealous Scully (a delight) as well as some excellent humor and fluff. Overall just a lovely time. There may be some minor spoilers in here, but nothing that told me anything.

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enigmaticxbee · 2 years ago

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XF Rewatch Series - Fic Recs

When you want to remember how it all was (or series-spanning fics that didn’t fit into my season by season lists):

Episode by Episode Rewatch Series:

TXF: Scenes in Between by @scullywolf - missing scenes for every episode through season 9!

201 Days of X Files by @30xf - through season 4

The FBI’s Most Unwanted by @leiascully - through season 3

All Eyes Lead to the Truth by @admiralty-xfd @fridaysat9 @monikafilefan @gaycrouton - third person perspectives on each episode, WIP currently through season 2

219 by @freckleslikestars - smutty fic for every episode, currently though Jersey Devil, NSFW

First Time, Every Time by @phillippadgettwrites - first time fic for every episode, currently through Conduit, NSFW

Check-In Vignettes:

Birthdays by @syntax6 - birthday fics each season through season 7

if the fates allow by @all-these-ghosts - Christmas with Mulder and Scully, 1993-2016

Movie Night by @i-gaze-at-scully - movie nights throughout the series

Fraternize by @admiralty-xfd @gaycrouton - a series of motel room trysts, NSFW

Inspection by @ingridgradient - for seven years, Mulder and Scully give each other tick checks in motel rooms, NSFW

#45 Hegal Place by @admiralty-xfd DanaScullyMakesMeFeelAutopsyTurvy - There’s never a dull moment when your neighbor is Special Agent Fox Mulder

This Woman's Work by @admiralty-xfd - the series through the eyes of Margaret Scully

Seventeen by @scapegrace74-blog - Explores how Mulder's sexual relationships shaped (and mis-shaped) him as a man. Each chapter represents a different partner. Mulder/Other, ultimately MSR, NSFW

X Files Rewatch Series by skuls - unconnected stories throughout the series, some canon-compliant, some not

if I am hopeful by @all-these-ghosts - Scully ficlet for every season

ever since, ever since, ever since by breakfastsandwich - scully realizes nine times over that mulder may in fact love her

Times Fox Mulder Cried by @frangipanidownunder - every season through the revival

these tornadoes are for you (or times she loved him back) by audries - vignettes throughout the series

5 A.M. by @kateyes224 - Five times Scully found herself awake at 5 a.m., and the one time she wasn’t alone

Kisses by @peacenik0 - two times Scully told Mulder “don’t do that again”, and one time she didn’t

Choose Your Poison by Solia - Five times Scully had too much to drink (and one time she had just the right amount of liquid courage!)

To Satisfy Your Expectant Tongue by @givesmevoice - The power and love of being seen and someone knowing how you take your tea.

Wake-Up Calls by lapsed_scholar - Government-issued cell phones are remarkably identical. (Or, Four times Mulder answered Scully's phone at an incriminating hour, and one time she answered his)

Canon Parallel Stories:

Incrementum by @lepus-arcticus - the progression of their relationship if they started sleeping together in the pilot, NSFW. WIP, currently through season 8

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits - married to Diana AU

Nuptiae Sub Rosa by @sisterspooky1013 @xfmaweezy - secret marriage AU

I've got you under my skin by cuits - In a universe where soulmate identifying marks exist and affect a part of the population, would Mulder and Scully's relationship evolve any different? Unfinished but complete through Existence so it still ends in a satisfying place.

Enough by @atths--twice - the progression of their relationship if they started sleeping together when the X-Files are shutdown in season 2, NSFW

He is the Master of His Fate, She is the Captain of Her Soul by @scullylikesscience - the progression of their relationship season 7 through IWTB era

Culmination by @admiralty-xfd - Mulder and Scully's journey of the heart, step by (baby) step.

#xf fanfic #xf rewatch #fic recs

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amplifyme · 2 years ago

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Apocalyptic Poet

How about some vintage (circa 1998) angsty smut to enjoy on your Friday?

The X-Files. MSR. Explicit. WC:4547 Read on AO3.

Spoilers: The Red and the Black, Paper Clip

Author's Notes and Acknowledgments: This vignette assumes Mulder and Scully have been occasional lovers since the events seen in Paper Clip. It's got sex, but it also has plenty o' angst.

Thanks, as always, to the Primal Screamers. Mulder's last line is for the HamrickChick, because she got the verification she sought.

Disclaimer: Mulder and Scully belong to David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson. Everybody else belongs to Mr. Twinkly Eyes and his merry band over at the offices of 1013 Productions. Apparently Fox owns a piece of them, too. I'm not making any money off this and I mean no disrespect or infringement.

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Mulder is tense, twitchy. He stands with his hands braced on his hips and rocks back on his heels as I unlock the door. He follows me inside and pushes past me to flop bonelessly onto the couch. Leaning his head back, he lets his eyes slip shut.

I shed my coat, asking, "Wine okay?" as I head into the kitchen. I translate his non-answer into an affirmative and grab a bottle of Merlot from the wine rack.

Mulder's attempt at relaxation ends abruptly. He unfolds his long frame from the couch and joins me at the counter. I struggle with the bottle and corkscrew for a few moments before he silently takes them from me and finishes the job. I fetch two wine glasses and hold them out to be filled. It's not until he sets down the bottle and takes one that his eyes settle on mine.

"Cheers, Scully." He taps the edge of his glass against mine. "To repressed memories and unexplained abductions and warring alien factions. Yee-fucking-ha."

His wine goes down in three long swallows and he immediately grabs the bottle and pours out more. He sips this one, watching me warily. I don't know if he's disgusted with me or afraid of me. Maybe a bit of both.

All his thirty-six years are etched onto his face tonight. The lines across his forehead are deeply furrowed. His eyes are hooded and bloodshot, cobwebbed with tiny lines. He attempts wry indifference and only accomplishes painful bewilderment.

I wonder if my features mirror his.

"So you believe Krycek's telling the truth?" I ask.

It wasn't until we'd been released from Wiekamp and were on our way here that Mulder finally told me where he'd gotten his lead. I think the only reason he did so was to avoid any questions about what had happened to him in the back of the army transport truck.

"I don't know what to believe anymore. There's no way to know whether he's jerking me around or not." His mouth pulls tight in anger.

"You believed enough of his story to go looking for this resistance fighter he told you about," I point out.

"So I guess I don't have to ask what you believe. Or do I? What's the truth now, Scully?"

I immediately tense, my jaw clenched tight, and I can see by the way his eyes soften that he regrets his barb. I have to satisfy myself with this substitute for an actual apology. The two words still come hard to Mulder.

He turns away from me and sheds his coat and suit jacket, tossing them over a chair back. And then he begins a slow pacing of the kitchen.

It's not his sharp and inquisitive mind that drives his lazy circles. Not this late at night. Not after what we've just been through. It's nervous energy - nothing more. He's like a caged animal. Coiled tight and looking for release.

I lean a hip against the counter and tiredly run a hand over my face. The skin is pulled tight where I've been burned. The pads of my fingers skate lightly over the tender spots.

Real or unreal. Truth or lies. The choice between a horrible earthy conspiracy or an even more terrifying extraterrestrial one.

I no longer know what is real and what is not. All I know is that everything I've believed in has gone topsy-turvy. Which one of us is right? Is there a middle ground? Does it even matter anymore?

Mulder veers off his path and swings open the refrigerator door. He bends at the waist and does a slow inspection. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he pushes the door shut.

"Would you like something to eat?"

The words come out before I've given them my full attention. It's so easy to fall into the old, familiar patterns with him. My question is a means of comforting him, of telling him that I'll take care of him tonight - if that's what he needs. But who'll take care of me? I'm not made of stone, despite a reputation to the contrary. I need comfort too, a release from the nightmarish doubts that haunt me as surely as they do him.

His voice is low and rough with exhaustion. "No, I'm not hungry." I study him carefully. His face is slack, his complexion washed out. A sheen of perspiration covers his face. Unthinkingly I step to him and raise my hand to touch his cheek.

"You're pale. Are you feeling all right?"

His arm snaps up and his fingers curl around my wrist, stilling my hand inches from his face. "Don't fuss over me, Scully. I'm fine." His words are dark with warning.

Don't touch. Don't come too close.

Not what I expected. He doesn't want my comfort after all. Am I disappointed? He releases my wrist and I take a step back. My voice is tight with tension. "Do you think the time will ever come when we're on the same page, Mulder?"

Tired eyes meet mine and hold. A dull ache settles in my breast as I realize I'm not sure how to read him anymore. The signals all seem out of sync. And then, serving as proof of that, my face is pressed against his chest as he pulls me into a fierce embrace. He smells of fearful sweat and timeless pain.

The pendulum of his emotions has swung from impatience to concern. I can't help but wonder how long it will hold before it begins its inexorable journey back. Right now I just want to relax and enjoy the moment. Mulder nuzzles my hairline, whispering, "I'd settle for being in the same book."

His hands slide from my back up to my shoulders and he steps away, ending the embrace. "I can smell myself, Scully. Mind if I use the shower?"

"You know where everything is."

He dips his head and presses a kiss on the corner of my mouth. His breath is warm and scented with rich wine. He turns and heads for the bathroom and my arms drop slowly to my side. I hear the shower come on as I sip my wine and nibble at stale Triscuts.

I leave my simple supper long enough to take a pair of clean boxer briefs and a t-shirt into the bathroom for him. Steam fills the room and billows around me as I push through the partially opened door. I don't bother trying to talk to him. One look at his lean body through the glass door of the stall tells me all I need to know. He is standing in profile, his shoulders slumped in silent defeat. His arms hang slack at his sides. He's resting his forehead against the tile of the small enclosure as the water beats down on the back of his neck.

Sudden tears sting my eyes and I quickly place the underclothes on the hamper and flee back to the kitchen. When did I become afraid of confronting his demons? Was it when his new truths became my new lies?

We're not meant to live like this. No loving God should heap this despair and pain on relative innocents such as ourselves. Or allow that pain to reach past them to touch everyone around them.

And then I wonder if God ceases to exist if our world is indeed being threatened by an extraterrestrial race. Does the existence of one preclude the other?

I pour and drink another half glass of wine, a welcome lassitude beginning to flow through me. The wine warms my belly and chases the chill from my veins. My thumbs curl around the edge of the kitchen counter as I roll my head, relishing the creaks and pops it elicits from my neck. I'm strung tight as bow. I hope Mulder has left me some hot water.

And then I hear him, and smell him. The slap of wet bare feet on the tile floor. The citrusy aroma of lemon-scented shampoo. Two damp arms wrap around my waist from behind and I can feel him through the layers of my suit. Mulder hasn't bothered with the underwear I laid out for him. He is pressed up naked against my back.

I hide a smile and lay my arms across his. Mulder is as unconcerned with his nudity as a small child. I don't know if he's always been this way or if it's just around me. The former is the most likely explanation, but the nurturing side of me likes the idea that despite everything, he's still that comfortable with me. An open, relaxed Mulder can be a wonderful thing.

He dips his head, using his chin to brush away the hair from my cheek. "I've been thinking, Scully," he murmurs into my ear. "About what you said earlier."

He didn't bother to shave. His evening stubble rakes softly against my skin. "What's that?"

"About being on the same page." His arms tighten around me and spread apart. One arm anchors me low across my hips as his right arm slides up to my chest. Mulder's long-fingered hand cups my left breast and begins to knead it gently.

A sudden, vicious thought pops into my head. He's working up to a farewell fuck. He's just as tired of being at odds as I am. Only he's somehow found the courage to put an end to this surreal relationship we have. After all we've been through, all the disagreements, it will be this fundamental change in beliefs that will tear us apart.

His hand shifts and slips under my jacket as his teeth tug at my earlobe. My nipple tightens and presses into his palm. His chest vibrates with his low chuckle.

Stop being melodramatic, Dana, I chide myself. He's not going anywhere.

I know that I'm as essential to him as air. Without me, he would cease to be the man he is now. I'll be the first to admit I derived a small measure of smug satisfaction when I first suspected his growing reliance on me. But soon the seriousness of that responsibility sunk in, slowly changing everything in my life. It's very frightening when you realize you've gradually become the center of someone's world.

He tweaks my nipple through the fabric of my shirt and bra and I gasp, my words coming out low and breathy. "What about being on the same page?"

His hand leaves my breast and drops down to join its twin at the fastening of my pants. My hands play up and down his arms, sliding from wrist to elbow and back, encouraging him.

And my dependency on him? I'll consider that later. I can't think when Mulder has his hands on me.

His hoarse whisper rasps in my ear and sends a shiver down my spine. "You remember the first time we did it, Scully?" There's no doubt what he's talking about.

Of course I remember. The memory sends a flash of heat down between my thighs and causes my nipples to tighten even more. A flea-bitten motel in Maryland, just far enough away from the Strunghold Mining Company, the night before our meeting with Skinner.

Caught between heaven and hell, life and death. Battered and bleeding, our emotions raw and exposed. There was nothing but the two of us and our mutual desire. Every justification for maintaining our distance unraveled between us. We shrugged them off that night with as much impatience as our inhibitions and the clothes we hurriedly shed.

Mulder has unbuttoned my slacks and slowly drawn down the zipper. But his hands stay at my waist, resting there with his fingers spread wide. "I remember," I tell him.

"Mmmm." His lips brush against my neck. "It was incredible, wasn't it? You were incredible. I thought the top of my head was gonna come right off."

A snicker escapes me, and all I get out is "Which -" before he answers.

"Both of 'em."

Our bodies shake with repressed laughter. Mulder's hands shift, turning me to face him, and come up to ease the blazer off my shoulders. He twists around a little and considerately lays it atop his discarded coat and jacket.

He crouches down in front of me, untying my boots and pulling them off, taking his time. He's in no hurry. My eyes travel over his almost-too-lean torso, his slim, powerful arms. His hair is slicked back and almost black with wet. His penis hangs heavily between his thighs, framed by a lush, dark growth of pubic hair. He's not fully erect yet, but he's working on it.

"You joined me in the shower that first time," he says conversationally. "That's how it all got started."

"As I recall, Mulder, by that point it was the only way I could stand to be near you."

"You'll have to direct all complaints to Albert Hosteen," he tells me as he deftly strips off my pants and hose. "I was just following orders. I remember telling him it was going to cut into my social life." He stands and abruptly lifts me, turning and setting me on the table. The wood is cool and I squirm a bit. He pushes chairs out of the way and situates himself between my knees, tugging at my shirt.

"Guess I was wrong about that. Whoever would've guessed Dana Scully would be turned on by an unwashed man?"

"Let alone one returned from the dead," I shoot back, holding up my arms so he can pull off my shirt. My bra is next.

"Ah," he says. "So that explains that whole pathology thing. Very kinky, Scully."

I reach up and hook my thumbs around his ears. "C'mere, you."

Mulder has the most incredible mouth. I've always been the type who could happily spend hours doing nothing but kissing and being kissed. Mulder feeds directly into those urges. Together, we've somehow managed to make kissing an art form. Truth be told, most things we do together, we do well. Our lovemaking is no exception.

He told me once that he was a poet, and that my skin was the paper on which he composed. Right now he is writing wonderful poetry across my breasts and my arms and the curve of my back. My hands follow his lead, reacquainting myself with the landscape of his body.

"I may be a bit premature in my assessment," he offers as his lips and teeth go to work on my neck. "But I'd say we're on the same page right now. Wouldn't you?"

Oh, that it was that easy, Mulder. I cherish his child-like belief that things like this are enough to outweigh the burdens we live with. While these pleasant diversions take us away from the harsh reality of our lives for a few precious hours, that's all they are. Diversions. Nights end, and the dawn inevitably ushers in another day of seemingly unanswerable questions.

I wonder why it is that now, when I'm more frightened than I've ever been of what we may discover, I seek the truth with even greater zeal. Why now, when Mulder seems so confused himself? He's alternately determined to deny everything he once so passionately believed, and yet just as driven to prove those beliefs to be the truth.

Mulder notices my distance. He slides his hands up to cup my face and looks me in the eye. "Hey. Stay with me, Scully. I need you here all the way. The rest of it'll wait." He moves in and places gentle kisses on my closed eyelids. "Here. Now. Just you and me."

My tears flow so suddenly I've no time to wipe them away or duck my head to hide them. A few tenderly spoken words and he's managed to tap right into my soul.

"Oh, Mulder..."

"I know, baby, I know. It's okay." He nuzzles my mouth with his. "We'll make it through this. We will."

I am like a child needing comfort from an often inattentive parent. When given that comfort, the depth of gratitude is hard to measure. And so it is with Mulder and me. We starve ourselves of each other, for no apparent reason, and then come together with ravenous hunger.

Just Mulder and me. No badges, no titles. No past or future. No thoughts, even, of what has happened mere hours and minutes ago. Just here. Just now.

I curl my fingers around the nape of his neck and deepen our kiss. I take in the air from his lungs, my nose too clogged with tears to afford me what I need to breathe. My arm drapes around his shoulder as I pull him closer. My taut nipples scrape along his chest and I swallow his low groan.

Large, warm hands move across my back and gather me in even closer. I'm perched on the edge of the table, my sex pressing wetly against his ever-hardening cock. I unashamedly rub myself against him and he reaches for the waistband of my panties. I rock on the cool surface, lifting one hip and then the other. And then they're gone, and it's nothing but skin against skin.

Mulder is serenading me with low murmurs of pleasure. His hands slide up my back to cup my shoulders as he leans down and brushes his lips across first one nipple and then the other. Back and forth he moves, circling and probing, flicking the tip of his tongue against the peaks before bathing them with slow strokes.

My head falls back on my neck as my fingers tunnel through his hair. Mulder is merciless in his teasing, and I'm squirming like a bead of water on a hot skillet.

"Now, Mulder. Please." The words come out rough, forced from my throat with a breathy growl.

His interpretation is flawless, as it so often is. He chooses my left breast and latches on, suckling deeply, pulling at me with urgent tugs.

I grasp for the small, rounded cheeks of his ass, needing to fill my hands. Mulder accommodates me, shifting so I can reach while he switches from one breast to the other.

Yes. Perfect, he's so perfect.

There's something to be said for having a sporadic sex life. Each time is like the first, filled with a heady mixture of arousal and shy bravado. Mulder and I have no routine - we've not made love often enough to establish one. We simply take each time as it comes, adapt ourselves to whatever it is we need from the other.

Mulder as lover is still a surprise to me, a beautifully wrapped, wholly unexpected gift. One as skilled with his hands and his mouth and his body as he is with his mind.

I gasp, my hips lifting from the table as one long finger slides into me without warning. Mulder looks up at me from his work at my breast and I watch his lips curl up in a wicked smile. His eyes capture mine and pull me down into their dark depths. His finger stokes the fire at my core.

"C'mere, c'mere," I urge, and he straightens and covers my mouth with his. Mulder's tongue flicks across my lips and darts into my mouth. Reaching between us, I take his cock in my hand. He is long and thick and throbbing against my palm.

"Aw, Scully," he breathes, ending the kiss. "Yeah. Like that."

"Feel good, Mulder?" My fingers grip him comfortably, pumping his shaft in slow, even thrusts from base to tip. His finger mimics the rhythm inside me, twisting and fluttering.

"Oh," he groans, "you are fucking incredible." His finger leaves me and slips up, separating my inner folds and exposing my clitoris. Bringing the tips of two fingers together, he moves them in slow, confident circles across the bundle of nerves.

"How 'bout that, Scully? That working for you?" he croons.

I can't think. How can I possibly form a coherent sentence? "Oh, God...." That will have to do.

Mulder shoots me a dazzling smile. "Yeah, huh?"

And then his smug grin slowly fades and he pins me with his eyes. Playfulness leaves him and is replaced by a solemn vigilance. My hands go still. My hips stop their rhythmic thrusting--even as his hands continue their sonnets against my skin. His eyes are honey-gold and bottomless, his soul as naked and exposed to me as his body.

When Mulder looks at me this way, it's time to pay attention.

"Tell me what I can do for you," he softly urges. "Tell me what you need."

He never poses the easy questions.

Mulder's not asking how to please me. He's asking how to love me.

I'm not sure I know how to answer. A year ago, a month ago, perhaps even a week ago, I could have come up with something definitive.

God damn this rollercoaster ride we're on.

Should I ask him for the simple things? Friendship. Support. Comfort. His easy smile. His love and respect.

Or do I go for broke? Ask for the almost impossible? Peace. Answers. Understanding. The truth.

What is it I want? What do I need?

My fingers brush across his cheek. I stretch up and kiss him softly, my lips tender against his. "I need you."

He pulls away a little and I can see the tears building in his eyes. But he manages to blink them back, croaking, "Then you're in for some trouble, Scully. This boy is bad news."

Oh, Mulder. I knew that the moment I first set eyes on you. But here I am.

"I need you," I tell him again. "In me. Now." I gently tug at him, stressing my need. His eyes go dark again; now deep pools of forest green.

"Right here, Scully?"

"Right here. Right now."

One corner of his lush mouth jerks up. "Okay."

I angle his cock at the entrance of my sex as he grips my hips. One small tug of his hands and he slips inside me. It's a slow process. This is one thing Mulder never hurries through.

And then he is buried to the hilt, his heavy balls nestled against me. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips as my arms go round his back. I lay my ear over his heart and hold him tightly. Mulder's hands travel up to enclose me.

There is a moment of stillness before we begin to move. Slow, measured thrusts as we cling tightly to each other. His lips move across my hair line, murmuring his odd little Mulder noises.

Soon the closeness of his body becomes distracting. All my attention needs to be centered where we're joined. The friction has set off an itch deep within me. Slow and gentle won't soothe it. I need more force, more depth, more speed. I need more.

I lean away and grasp his forearms as he anchors my hips in his hands. Mulder's face is flushed, the air leaving his lungs in ragged bursts.

"More?" he gasps.

"More," I plead.

And he gives it to me. Just like that. Easy as breathing.

Our hands and lips author stanzas of pleasure upon our skin. Our mouths utter words that fill in the blanks. Our bodies gather the pieces and join them into a whole. We collaborate this poem, this ode to ourselves and what we are when everything else is stripped away. This sonnet is raw, elemental, and requires no polish. It stands stark and bare and speaks for itself.

Here, on my kitchen table, in the dead of night, the poet and his muse create something of unspeakable beauty.

Afterwards we end up in my bed, carelessly tangled together. I'm not quite sure how we got here, though Mulder must have carried me--I don't remember moving on my own.

I'm sprawled on my stomach and Mulder lies draped over me, one thigh hitched high across my ass. One of his arms is curled around my head. The other lays outstretched along mine, our fingers entwined. He shifts a little and I feel his lips come down on the back of my neck. He softly kisses the tiny scar there, causing a shiver to run through me. It goes too deep to be a mere tactile response.

"I should go," he murmurs.

"Stay."

There is a long silence. I've caught him by surprise. This is not the way we do things. Overnight visits are not encouraged.

"You sure, Scully?"

Oh, yes. This is the only thing I'm certain of right now. I don't want to be alone. I don't Mulder to be, either.

"Stay. It's late. No sense leaving when you'll just have to come back in a couple hours. You've got a change of clothes in the car."

I don't have to chastise myself for my automatic and practiced casual disregard. Mulder beats me to it.

"Well, thanks for offering to save me a long drive home." His sarcasm is colored with hurt.

Don't do this to him, Dana. Don't do this to yourself.

I flip over onto my side to face him. There's not enough light to clearly see his face. But my hands find him, stroking down his chest and cupping his cheek.

"I'm sorry," I tell him. "Stay, Mulder. I... I need you here with me."

I don't have to see his face to know what's going on in his head. It helps, but it's not as necessary as it once was. I've learned to read his body, too.

"Still?" he asks.

"Still," I assure him, and it's the truth. "Always."

I feel his body relax under my hands. And then he blurts, "Promise me something, Scully."

"Promise you what?"

"Swear to me that you'll tell me if you start feeling... different. If you feel like you're being summoned, called somewhere."

"Mulder...." No, please. I don't want to think about this right now.

"As long as that implant is in your neck, Scully, you have to be doubly careful. Just... just promise me. You may not be so lucky the next time."

The next time?

But there won't be a next time. Will there?

"Mulder, what happened to you tonight?"

I'm met by a heavy silence. And then he settles onto his back and pulls me close. He guides my head to his chest and smooths the hair back from my face.

"Mulder?"

As he presses a kiss on my forehead, I hear him whisper, "I pulled my head out of the sand."

It's a long time before I fall asleep.

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#x-files fanfic #msr #angst #smut #apocalyptic poet #mine

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TXF asks: 10, 15, & 36!

10. Favourite character aside from Mulder and Scully? I think Melissa Scully. We didn’t get nearly enough Melissa Scully content and she deserved so much better

15. Favourite MSR moments? So so many. All of the Pilot, just the whole episode. Closet worm inspection in Ice. Pusher end scene where they’re holding hands. Convo on the bench in home. Their hug when he returns from Russia after she’s been held in contempt of court for him. Forehead kiss in momento mori. Scully wanting to take the fall for him in redux. Wine and cheese, a lack of sleeping bags and jeramiah was a bullfrog. He 👏🏻 went 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 Antarctica 👏🏻 to 👏🏻 save 👏🏻 her 👏🏻 (he went to the end of the earth for her is what I’m saying - no offence to my coworkers but I think the furthest I’d go is maybe a four hour drive if they needed saving. I’d look at a map, look at my bank account and maybe go to their funeral when I decide nah I’m not that close to them that I’m going to leave the country and or risk my own life for them). “Mulder is that really you in there”/“I’d kiss you if you weren’t so damn ugly” dreamland moment. Millennium kiss. All things. “Well, I’m fairly happy - that’s something.” The whole having a kid thing together - I like that for them. The Truth kiss and the end of The Truth.

36. Do you read fics and what kind? Oh boy, do I. Most things I’ll read, but it depends what mood I’m in. I love fics that explore their relationship as it develops. I do enjoy a good case fic every so often. AUs sometimes - it’ depends on the situation and how in character they are (historical AUs I find more enjoyable than modern AUs, it has to be said). Love a fix it fic. Where would the world be without smut. And like…I’m a real big fan of seeing little vignettes of their lives together. Love some hurt/comfort. I mean I really will read most things. (Though I haven’t been reading much lately, cause I can’t sit down and settle to it, which sucks)

#getting to know me

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Hi everybody ! today I wanted to share with you the best msr fanfictions I have read. I was inspired by @sarie-fairy and I said to myself ... why not do it too!

Most of the stories are from the Ao3 site, others are not. I will put the link with the title of the story + summary 😉

Katherine of Ireland by @ Jenna Tooms Summary: The King is dead. Long live the Queen.

The Pequod Universe (series) by @sunflowerseedsandscience

Captive Fox (series) by @ Bluebonnet Summary: In a land where women rule and men are chattel, young Fox Mulder is about to become Lady Dana Scully's most prized possession.

You and Me by @ Lolabeegood Summary: In 1812, fifteen year old Katherine Scully and seventeen year old William Mulder find themselves in unlikely circumstances as the British attack American troops. The adventure begins with a proposal of a different kind.

He is the Master of His Fate, She is the Captain of Her Soul by @ ScullyLikesScience Summary: Story begins during the final events of “The Sixth Extinction II: Amor Fati.” It then chronicles a canon-compliant progression of Mulder and Scully's relationship throughout Season 7, including the beginning of their love affair, and on through Seasons 8 & 9. The story will conclude post-IWTB, and may or may not incorporate Season 10 & 11 storylines.

Free by @ JustTooMuch Summary: This man she married. Stephen Cowan. Brilliant Attorney. Pillar of the community. Cruel and abusive husband. Of course, he wouldn’t have that last one printed on his business cards.

By the Dim and Flaring Lamps by @sunflowerseedsandscience Summary: Captain Fox Mulder, the abolitionist son of a Virginia plantation owner and slaveholder, has turned his back on his family and everything he's ever known in order to fight for the Union, rather than joining the ranks of the Confederacy alongside his fellow Virginians. He runs off to Pennsylvania to join a newly-formed regiment in the spring of 1863, and there, he meets and quickly befriends the enigmatic young Daniel Scully, a private under his command. Private Scully's steady shooting and bravery in battle have proven him to be a far more capable soldier than his age would suggest. But in the days immediately following Gettysburg, Mulder discovers that Private Scully is hiding a secret, one that could change their friendship- and Mulder's entire life- in ways he couldn't possibly imagine.

Souviens-Toi by @ Marie Fieve (It's in French but you can automatically translate it into English on Google Chrome) Summary: A year and a half after leaving Washington, Scully receives an envelope...

The Mastodon Diaries by @ aka "Jake" Summary: Mulder and Scully are thrown back in time… 12,000 years.

A Meeting of Chances by @ Dyann Zimmerman Summary: What if Mulder and Scully actually met while in college?

All That is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset-xf-blog Summary: Up through Emily (except Emily does not die. Please see author’s notes).

Instinct Over Reason (series) by @ agoodwoman

The Whole Truth by @admiralty-xfd Summary: Fox Mulder and Diana Fowley, a partnership of like minds. Fox Mulder and Dana Scully, a partnership of perfect opposites. A journey beginning pre-XF and throughout the series exploring these relationships.

Mine by @lepusarcticus Summary: Mulder finishes his sentence.

School, Sex and Subterfuge by @serahsanguine Summary: This story is based in 2018/2019. Mulder is a teacher, Scully is a student. This story is an NC-17 rating. There is no underage sex in my story I researched this before even writing it. Mulder is known to give extra credit of a sexual kind to Someone special in his class does this person turn out to be Scully?

XII by @fragilevixenfic Summary: A killer romanticizes each and every victim, leaving behind symbols of his "love"...but who is his intended target?

Une autre histoire by @ Andy56 (in French) Summary: If you do not know what an AU is and the simple fact of imagining M&S during the conflict of the Confederate Yankees repels you, this fic is not for you! Shippers it's for you!

All Things Bright and Beautiful by @ dlynn Summary: "Scully, have you ever asked yourself what kind of man would quit his job, leave his family, follow you across the country, and never contact you the entire time he was here. Never once, in ten years, did he call you, or write you, or contact you in any way. What kind of man is that, Scully?"

Aussi vague que le sable by @ Andy56 (in French) Summary: Scully is married but not everything is rosy. Mulder is a witness at first impotent but which will prove to be precious.

The Scully File by @mldrgrl Summary: Mulder is assigned to monitor Scully's computer and falls in love with her. Set in 1993 and working under the premise that Mulder and Scully met on March 6, 1993 and not March 6, 1992.

Someday Your Child May Cry by @sunflowerseedsandscience Summary: Beginning with the events of "The End" and ending sometime after "The Sixth Extinction: Amor Fati," and told in a series of between-the-scene vignettes, this is my re-imagining of Season Six. Amid the re-emergence of Diana Fowley and the loss of the X-Files, Scully tries, with Mulder's help, to turn the impossible into reality.

I've got you under my skin by @ Cuits Summary: In a universe where soulmate identifying marks exist and affect a part of the population, would Mulder and Scully's relationship evolve any different?

Omens by @lepus-arcticus Summary: Mulder and Scully are called to Horizon, Montana to investigate a mysterious and gruesome death.

(And There you go! I hope you will read and love them all! Maybe I will share others after ... ♡)

#xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #the xfiles #the x files #fox mulder #dana scully #sculder #fanfic

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