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randomfoggytiger · 3 months

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Collector's Fic: Mulder, Scully, and Courthouse Weddings

Mulder and Scully and weddings-- do they or don't they? In this case they do and they don't.

Tagging @pookie-mulder, who inspired this idea!

Loose chronological order below~

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls’s

in another world - Chapter 22

it happens in vegas, of course, and it happens because of langly and melissa.... it’s directly following mulder’s breakup with diana, and he’s been moping around the hotel room the entire time; dana is in the midst of stressing over a big test for medical school, and has refused to leave the hotel room so that she can study to the point of driving melissa crazy.

AU-- Pre-S1 Mulder and Scully meet and marry in Las Vegas.

I wish you would write a fic where Mulder and Scully are married and domestic af. AU, obviously.

...Mulder and Scully are married on August 16, at a courthouse in Virginia. The date has no significance, no probable reason to get married then—and that, Mulder says, is why it's perfect.

AU S7 Scully is appalled at her and Mulder's shamelessly gooey "married" behavior.

#32: It looks good on you.

He says, “Wanna get married today?”

She lifts her head to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise and maybe an ounce of caution. She says, “You're kidding.”

“Dead serious, Scully.”

AU S7 Mulder and Scully get hitched on a spur-of-the-moment October day.

Five Moments Mulder and Scully Shared (And One They Didn't) (Tumblr)

The new weight is unfamiliar on her hand, but not in a bad way. She grabs his hand and presses a kiss half against his finger and half against his own ring as they huddle together on the steps of the courthouse.

AU Post S11 Mulder and Scully get a second chance at their entire lives; and determine to make better choices with each other.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's Pearl, Ch. 1 (Ao3)

Scully shakes her head. “Sorry, no. I’m just nervous.”

“We can keep holding hands, if you want,” he says quietly. “Play the part of a happy couple for a few minutes.”

She glances at him to see if he’s joking. He’s not; his face is strangely serious.

He should be joking, she thinks.

AU-- Mulder and Scully wed after her cancer diagnosis.

@mchalowitz's (Ao3) chain reaction, part 5

Mulder doesn’t bring up the proposal for three days. He figures he should mention it before the weekend because after two days apart, the seriousness of it will wear off. It’ll just be an awkward occurrence, not a real offer.

“Should we get you a ring?”

Scully coughs out a laugh and glances at him briefly from the filing cabinet.

AU-- Between Scully's cancer and Teena Mulder's drama, Mulder and his partner are able to find a brief, bright spot: their marriage.

@leiascully's (Ao3) Mulder told Scully he would do whatever he could

They get married. It’s a quickie courthouse wedding with Maggie and Tara as their witnesses. Bill refuses to be any part of it.

AU-- Mulder and Scully get married and leave the FBI to adopt and raise Emily.

@myownsuperintendent/MyOwnSuperintendent’s

All a Family

They get married at the courthouse. They bring her mom.... But she smiles during the ceremony, at least, and Scully does too, a little shyly, and Mulder knows he does, in a way he can’t contain.

AU-- Mulder tells Scully about her ova after her remission; and the two have successfully begun an IVF pregnancy and started the adoption process for Emily when they decide to wed for better chances.

Ficlet: “Marry Me” (Ao3)

She stops where she is. “Are you serious?”

He pauses a moment to consider, and then he says, “I’m serious.”

...She’s next to the bed now. “Yes, then.”

AU-- Post Requiem Mulder asks Scully to marry him.

Readjustment

She feels a little bit guilty that she can’t give her mom what she wants, when there’s so much she’s missed out on. Maybe she would have wanted it herself once, but not anymore, now. “We just…we don’t want to wait, Mom,” she says, and maybe that’s silly, since they’ve already waited quite a while. Since they already have a child together, a life, love. But that is how they feel.

AU-- Mulder, Scully, and William are readjusting to life as free citizens no longer on the run... well, Mulder and Scully are, anyway.

@scully-loves-ruthie's Better Call Scully

“Mulder, look at me. He faces downward eyes locked on hers. “Do you really believe that you’ll never stake someone thinking they’re a vampire only to find out too late you were wrong... again?”

He stares at her weighing his response before offering a playful smile as he pulls her toward the courthouse

“That’s what I thought.” She mutters quickening her pace to remain in step with him.

AU-- Post Bad Blood Mulder and Scully get married for "practical" reasons (of course.)

@cauldronoflove/thegoodthebadandthenerdy's All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart

(Mulder had meant his proposal, sure, but in the end it was Scully who proposed. Neatly and to the point, but so full of an unrestrained want and sincerity that Mulder had covered her hand across the crayon-scribbled tabletop without even checking left or right.)

AU-- S7 Scully reflects on the journey from her recent marriage to Mulder while she and her partner are on a case.

AU/Married/ISTJ reflects how banter had turned to serious convo/duo both proposed/courthouse/giddy together on case-- All I Need's a Fraction of Your Happy Heart - [Archive]

@msrafterdark's (Ao3) MSR // Ficmas Day 30 - Fireworks

Their belongings are all in storage save for a few toiletries and some clothes for their honeymoon next week. They're signing for a house next month. A simple but beautifully elegant wedding dress hangs on the back of the door of Scully's childhood bedroom. A bundle of wedding presents from relatives and friends--including a rather suspiciously-wrapped gift with the initials "TLG" scrawled on it--sit on Maggie's kitchen table. Even AD Skinner is stopping by for the courthouse appointment tomorrow.

AU-- S7 Mulder and Scully enjoy the night before their wedding together.

beduini/Beduini's Legitimate

The baby moves again and he smiles, a wide, cheek-splitting smile. After a few more minutes, he raises up on his forearm once more and looks down at her with eyes shining, as if he'd just solved a case. "Hey Scully, we got married today."

Her lips turn up in a slight, amused smile. "Yes, Mulder, we did."

AU-- Post Vienen Mulder and Scully hit up the courthouse.

Vickie Moseley’s (Ao3, Gossamer)

Mother of the Bride

"Dana," I whispered, holding my breath and hoping my suspicions about this 'appointment' were correct. "Can you tell me what this is all about?"

Suddenly, Fox was on the phone. "Call it an early birthday present, Mrs. Scully. And maybe a late Mother's Day Present, as well."

Post Existence Mulder and Scully wed at the courthouse.

@aloysiavirgata’s (Ao3, WBM, Gossamer, LJ, Alt. LJ) A Tent of Shelter (Ao3)

She smiles at him, her lopsided grin. “Mulder, what can change, really? The taxes. The health insurance. But I think we’ve reached some point of terminal commitment, don’t you think? And you can hardly imagine I’ll be Doctor Mulder. So do I like the idea? I do, very much. But it’s hardly shocking.”

“Scully my love, you need to read more romance novels.”

Post IWTB Mulder wants to get married for his birthday.

@agentscully/agent_scully2084's Important Traditions

With minimal protest, Scully allowed Mulder to carry her over the threshold, laughing as Mulder explained the symbolism of the ancient tradition and appeared to take seriously his duty to protect his new bride from evil spirits.

Post IWTB Mulder and Scully get married in khakis and blue.

@scully/humancredentials's "Did you just call me 'baby' in front of my mother?"

She looks like she’s about to say that yes, something is wrong and that he shouldn’t antagonize her brother that way and even though they’re living together now, even though they’re ink on the paper official, sworn to each other in a courthouse in rural Virginia in front of her mother, her God, and all of their ghosts, it still makes her anxious when it’s on display.

But she doesn’t, doesn’t say any of those things, realizes she doesn’t even really want to.

Post IWTB Mulder is prone to slipping up with pet names after he and Scully tied the knot.

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s (FFN) AU head canon - Mulder and Scully never separated...

Mulder and Scully marry two months later in a small service at the county courthouse. Scully’s mother gives the bride away while Skinner agrees to be Mulder’s best man. It’s a quiet affair, formal too but it’s exactly what they wanted.

AU-- Post IWTB Mulder and Scully vacay, wed, and stay together during the hard times.

@broadcastnews1987/audries/@kennedyandheidi/inkspl0tchess's (WBM 1/ 2/ 3) Unnamed

“you’re my wife,” he says, over and over. her fingers are tugging at the tie she’d made him wear to the courthouse. he hadn’t really minded. “you’re my wife, scully.”

Post IWTB-- Three moments are Mulder and Scully tied the knot.

@m0lderitsme's Just a post MSIV fluff piece.

A big wedding was most definitely not for either of them. Plus, they didn’t really have anyone to invited anymore. Sure, Scully could have asked her brother Bill and his wife and son, but she didn’t really want them there. They decided that they’d get married in a very, very quick ceremony with a Justice of the Peace.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully marry with Skinner as their witness.

@flukemen/@pinebluffvariants/pinebluffvariant's Barrows

On a Friday afternoon, Mulder and Scully get out of a cab just a few blocks from the basement where they used to eat hotdogs at midnight and argue over evidence, when they were young. The streets are cleaner than they used to be, back then. The air is too. At least it feels that way today.

Post Revival Mulder and Scully wait in line outside the courthouse... and watch Skinner skip right on through.

@kateyes224's (Ao3)

Unchained Melody

Scully wiggled her small toes on the hard-wood floor, glad to be barefoot. Her pale ecru dress shimmered in the darkened kitchen, her face half shadowed. She looked up at Mulder, and something in the way she was sitting, staring up at him, her cerulean eyes luminous in the dark, niggled at his brain like deja vu.

After the courthouse ceremony, Mulder remembers one moment when his parents looked really, truly happy with each other.

Honorable mentions:

amorfati3215/Amorfati32’s The Proposal (Parts 1/, 2/, 3/, 4/)

jeri’s (Gossamer) Vulpecula (Gossamer 1/ 2/) (post here)

@rationalcashew/RationalCashew's Dark is the Way; Light is the Place (Tumblr)

Vickie Moseley’s "My Dearest Son"

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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skelavender · 2 months

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Yo I’m the guy who was gonna draw fanfic of your txf fanfic series and you mention that you could give me some ideas on what scenes to illustrate and I’d really like for some idea bc i am STRUGGLING RN

HI !! yes i have so many ideas, in no particular order:

in shelter ch 4 when they just moved in and theyre sitting on the floor eating takeout. perhaps queequeg is there

also shelter ch 4 mulder in an apron in scully's kitchen

this scene technically hasnt happened yet so spoiler alert but there's a scene where they dance in the kitchen and it's adorable (i can send you the scene ahead of time if this idea moves you)

literally anything where they are sleepy in bed or on the couch or whatever

half asleep scully in mulder's ratty oxford sweatshirt (shelter ch 1)

something from the car kiss/awkward coming out/jazz hands scene from heartbeats ch 6

YOU ARE SO APPRECIATED. i would be honored to have literally anything :,)))

#asked and answered #fitp bts

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darwin-xf · 1 year

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Vox Mulder; Ch. 1...

“Scully.”

Usually she answered her home phone with the more customary “Hello.” It had been a long week, though—one of many in a series of long weeks—and she’d yet to slough off her work manners.

“Hey Scully,” Mulder said. “Guess where I am?”

“Let’s see,” she said, making her way into her kitchen. “An hour ago you were next to me finishing up an expense audit. Then I looked up and-Poof!-you were gone. My guess is, the ether.”

“Incorrect.”

“The woodwork?”

“Actually, that’s very close. Didn’t mean to ditch you. You were tied up on the phone and I had an appointment.”

“Not a big deal.” she said. “It *was* five o’clock.” She’d never been one to crack jokes, but she couldn’t resist the occasional opportunity to needle Mulder. She took a water glass down from her cupboard and began running the tap.

“How did it end?” Mulder asked. “I’m breathless. On what did we spend $36.48 in the third fiscal quarter of last year?”

“First aid supplies. Gauze, ace bandages, a finger splint, aspirin, and Tylenol 3.”

“Ah, there’s some memories right there. We should bill the New Spartans. They can withdraw it from their ‘Anarchy & Mayhem’ fund. Assholes.”

“I never got all the details on that.”

“We have our whole lives, Scully. I’ve got to save some material with which to entertain you in our dotage. You don’t want me to start repeating myself.”

She wanted to laugh lightly, but his comment had knocked her off balance. Did he think neither one of them was ever going to retire? She stayed quiet.

“Thanks for finishing up the audit. Those things used to take me weeks to do. BS, that is.”

“BS?”

“Before Scully.”

“Huh. Well, someone has to do it.”

“I was not recruited for my clerical skills.”

“And I was?”

“Of course not, Scully. I’m just trying to thank you.”

Ok then. Scully dropped two ice cubes into her water and untucked her once crisp white dress shirt from her suit skirt, the phone trapped between her ear and shoulder.

“All right, Mulder, I’ll bite. Where are you?”

“Doctor’s office.”

“You feeling ok?” she asked.

“No, but I’m not sick.”

“Who doesn’t love a riddle, Mulder?”

“I’m at Dr. Parenti’s clinic, actually.”

Oh. That doctor’s office. “Great,” Scully said, trying and failing to cover anxiety and awkwardness with cheer. “How did it go? Did he answer your questions?”

“I didn’t have many. You were pretty thorough in letting me know what to expect.”

“Did you complete the paperwork?”

“Earlier this week. It took two hours. Who memorizes the height, build, blood type, and health history of each and every relative? I had to call my mom three times.”

So that was where he’d disappeared to after lunchtime Monday. Not that she’d been keeping tabs. Scully laid her suit jacket carefully over the back of a chair, took a big swig of her water, and collapsed into her sofa.

She was still on light duty between cases, still recovering from her misadventure in New York with Agent Peyton Ritter. Their most recent case, which involved murders where the hearts had been mysteriously and unaccountably extracted from victims’ bodies, had been unusually draining. It had been unsettling in more subtle ways, too.

The irony of light duty was how exhausting it felt to her. The more tedious and meaningless the work, the more it fatigued her. She propped her feet up on the coffee table.

“Did you tell your mom why you were asking?”

“Nah. She didn’t remember much. She’s not all that curious anyway.”

Sounded like his mother. When it came to Teena, Scully had to be careful in Mulder’s company not to telegraph her otherwise open scorn.

“Thanks for taking care of that Mulder. When will you go back to, uh, give a sample?”

“I’m still here. That’s up next.”

“Today?” Scully said, trying to keep the startle out of her voice.

“Time’s a wastin’,” Mulder said.

“Makes sense. You’re there anyway.”

“Yep.”

“Should I, uh, let you get going with that then?” Scully asked. Her voice seemed to have acquired a tiny squeak.

“That’s why I called. Unfortunately, I’ve hit a snag. I’m in one of the donation rooms. Have you ever been back here?”

“No. I’ve only seen the waiting room and the exam room.”

“I gotta admit, I’m not finding the atmosphere especially conducive to the task at hand.”

“So to speak,” she said.

“So to speak.”

“And why not?”

“Where to start? Let me paint you a picture, Scully. A windowless room only slightly larger than the broom closet across the hall from our office. The cheap linoleum flooring is cracked and yellowing. The furniture looks as though it’s been pilfered from a bus station.”

“Molded plastic,” Scully said. “Very chic. I’m sure that’s preferable to upholstery, though, given the purpose of the room?”

“Granted. But wait, there’s more. A pile of tacky magazines on a lopsided end table. There’s a VCR with a couple of lame tapes stacked on top. One of them is actually titled ‘Rockin’ ‘Ricans.’ I’m not normally one to object to porn on grounds of political correctness, but doesn’t that strike you as racist, Scully?”

“It does,” she said.

“Worst of all, there’s a post-it that reads ‘out of order’ over the tape slot.”

“Oh no,” Scully said with genuine concern.

“When I say tacky magazines, not only am I referring to the taste level, but also to the condition. Most of them are dog-eared, dated, and... sort of sticky.”

“Ewww.” Scully didn’t want to reinforce his apprehension, but what a nasty image.

“Not that I’ve touched them.”

“C’mon Mulder, you’ve got intrepid fingers.”

“And how would you know, Scully?”

“What I mean is, I’ve seen you swipe at many a vile looking unidentified oozing substance. Once you even tasted it.”

“That was because I wanted to identify it! Cases don’t solve themselves Scully. It’s part of the work.”

“Okay,” she said. “I hear you.” The volume and timbre of Mulder’s voice tended to serve as a rough metric for his anxiety. He had been particularly serene all week, available for her to lean on in the wake of the Padgett debacle. But his voice had been steadily rising since their conversation began.

“Any oozing substance I’d find in here I sure as hell wouldn’t taste. Not to judge anyone who would.”

“Of course not,” Scully said. Especially if the substance in question was his own, Scully mused. He probably would encourage tasting, in that instance. She was speculating, of course.

“I have my limits.”

“That’s good to know, Mulder. But in my experience, that office has been immaculately clean. Don’t you think they sanitize the donation rooms between, uh, uses?”

“I thought about that. You’re a scientist. How would you go about sanitizing a magazine?”

“Mulder, listen. They gave you a sample cup, right, as they presumably do with the other men? That’s the whole point, if I’m not mistaken. Given that, the magazines should be relatively unscathed.”

“Have you ever seen a toilet seat in a men’s room Scully? Not everyone has good aim. And this cup is tiny. Like it’s been scaled down for the likes of Frohike.”

“Mulder, I’ve come to appreciate the charms of Melvin. But summoning his image in this context has got to be a step in the wrong direction.”

“Good point.”

“Unless there’s something between the two of you I should know about?”

“Funny stuff, Scully,” he said humorlessly. “And why did they put this room next to the staff break room? Separated by more of a divider than an actual wall, no less. The microwave chimes every few minutes and the whole place smells like scalded cup-o-soup with an undersmell of rubbing alcohol. The combination is nauseating.”

Undersmell? He certainly was overstimulated. Just not in the way he needed to be.

“As we speak, I can hear the nurses laughing uproariously. I can’t get the idea out of my head that they’ve carved a peephole and are watching my pathetic attempts. Just for yuks.”

“Are you, um, attempting, right now?” Scully said, trying to mask her alarm.

“No! Jesus Scully. I’m complaining. And pacing. Which ain’t easy given the cramped confines.” Then, glumly: “I gave it a shot a few minutes ago and got nowhere.”

“Look Mulder…”

“You want to know the very worst feature of this room?”

“Why not?” She said.

“They pipe in muzak, allegedly to relax you. Also to drown out the buzz of fluorescent lights and the heckling nurses, I suppose. I ask you Scully: What kind of pervert would enjoy jerking off to Pachelbel's Canon in D minor?”

Oh no. When that big bad beautiful brain of his got moving in the wrong direction, it could be a challenge to slow the roll. Scully tore her own mind from contemplating Newton’s First Law of Motion and how it could be applied to non-corporeal processes. He needed help.

#msr #the x files #msr fanfic #mulder and scully #fox mulder #today in fic #dana scully #mulder x scully #x files #mulder #love this

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unremarkablehouse · 1 year

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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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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (33/?)

They had not spoken to the crew in the HAB for nearly a month. After speaking with them daily—and often many times during the day—not having that outside line of communication was beginning to make it feel like they were the only two people who existed. Not just on the planet, but anywhere.

And it oddly just… worked. They worked. Like interlocking pieces, it felt like they had been machine-toolled for each other, seamlessly fitting together in all of the ways that were discussed in polite company and several that weren’t.

Scully knew this kind of chemistry was once-in-a-lifetime. And like Nerio, Mars’ consort, Scully was willing to fight for it.

They were stopped, deploying the penultimate weather balloon, which Scully had volunteered to do herself. It wasn’t that she wanted to get away from Mulder, but the solitude gave her time to think, to plan, to get her mind right before heading for their last deploy-point. After which they would have to head back to the HAB. To whatever had happened there, and ultimately to their fate.

She stepped around the clunky form of Robo-3, who they’d ordered to follow them, keeping a thick cable tether on him in case of mission creep. The robot had sustained unknown damage when the screwdriver had been forcibly lodged in his motherboard, but he was still attempting to assist Scully, sluggish and off as he was. He still had the mechanical stutter, once or twice tried to roll off into the Martian countryside, and occasionally dropped things, but it was easier to use him to log her actions than it was to report everything back to Mulder on board the rover so that he could document her progress for the record.

“Ready to deploy WBD-263,” she said into her comm-link.

“WBD-263 ch-ch-check,” came Robo-3’s response.

Scully switched on the device’s motor and hit the solar panels with compressed air, pushing the can back into the pouch that hung at her side. The suit was getting tight around the middle, and she was nervous about fitting into it not far into the near future. With a sigh, she launched the second-to-last weather balloon up into the winds.

“Two Six Three deployed,” she reported.

“T-t-two Six Three, logged. P-p-osition marked.”

“Thank you, Robo-3,” she said politely.

“You are w-w-welcome, Scully.”

She wasn’t quite ready for the airlock yet, and leaned back, trying to get her spine to pop and looking out at the Martian vista. It really was a sight to see.

She turned to the robotic assistant. There were scorch marks around his main access panel, and several dents in his side. She felt a soft swell of misplaced empathy. He was a robot, afterall.

“What happened to you out there, Three?” she asked him after a few moments, her tone gentle, as if she were trying to approach a skittish colt.

“Out w-w-where?”

“We pulled a screwdriver out of your motherboard, Three. Someone tried to hurt you.” She knew it was ridiculous framing it thus to a robot, but the robo assistants of the HAB were programmed to be courteous and friendly, and you couldn’t help but anthropomorphise them, to a degree.

Three was quiet for a moment, and then… “D-d-deprogram.”

Scully sighed. “Maintain all current programs, Three.”

“M-maintaining.”

Scully turned to go into the airlock when, against her better judgment, and cursing herself even while she was doing it, called out one last thing.

“Three?”

“Y-yes?”

“You’re a good robot, Three.”

For some reason, Scully pictured a lonely dog that gently began to wag its tail.

“Th-thank you, Scully. You are a capable and k-k-kind human.”

Scully shook her head ruefully and gave one more check to make sure the robot’s tether hadn’t gotten twisted or hung up on anything and was reaching for the airlock release when the robot spoke again. She turned slowly back to it.

“Robo-3, repeat.”

“Hardsuit signal d-d-detected.”

“You’re probably picking up on my suit, Three.”

“N-negative, Scully. Hardsuit signal is w-weak. One point two four clicks north-northwest.”

It had to be another bug in the damaged robot’s system. But he looked so damn earnest .

Jesus. She’d been out here too long. “Mulder,” Scully said into her comms.

“Mulder here.”

“Three is reporting a hardsuit signal.”

“It’s probably yours. He’s glitchy.”

“That’s what I told him, but he said it was weak and one point two four clicks north-northwest.”

“That’s towards the HAB.”

“Yeah,” Scully said, a tingling feeling crawling up her spine. “My suit can’t pick up a signal that far out, can you run a check from the rover?”

“Standby.”

Scully turned on her heel in the direction that Three had indicated. There was nothing in the distance but a far off mesa and miles and miles of rusty dirt and rock.

“Scully?” Mulder’s voice crackled into her ear speaker.

“Yeah?”

“The rover is picking up one signal. A hardsuit. Henderson’s signature.”

“Is the other rover out here?”

“Negative.” His tenor was grave. “I’m picking up Henderson and nothing else.”

They’d had to release Robo-3 or he would have slowed them down. Scully removed the tether with a feeling like she was taking the collar off of a beloved dog and moving to a home in a distant city that didn’t allow pets. Her nose had tingled like she was about to cry.

“Should I f-f-follow you?” he had asked.

Fucking hormones . “Yes,” Scully had said on a ridiculous sniff, and she closed the door on the robot, feeling guilty for leaving a man behind, even if he was a machine that didn’t feel a thing. Once she was back in the rover, she’d closed the airlock door with more force than necessary.

Mulder drove at break-neck, or as near to break-neck speed as the rover was capable.

“There!” said Scully. She was standing behind Mulder in the left-hand pilot’s seat, still fully dressed in her hardsuit, sans helmet. Scanning the horizon before them, her eyes caught an oddly shaped hump to their 11:00. Mulder yanked the wheel in the direction she indicated and she held onto the top of his seat as the rover swerved left.

“Shit. Shit!” she said, as they approached, the hardsuit-clad figure lying prone on the ground, dust built up in a drift at his back. The three purple stripes on the suit’s legs and arms indicating Henderson.

Scully slammed on her helmet without bothering to check if the sticky mechanism was sealed and threw herself into the airlock. She was out onto the regolith as soon as it cleared, rushing to Henderson’s side, lifting up his left arm so that she could take a look at his bio-readout. She had to clear dust from it. He was on his side facing away from her, and she couldn’t get a look at his face as his gold-plated face shield was down.

His readout was flashing red, indicating low battery, his suit on the absolute last dregs of its power. It couldn’t so much as show her his lifesigns. Even if she pulled up his bio-readouts on her own suit using the medical program, his suit didn’t have the necessary battery power to transmit.

“Mulder, get out here, I need you!” she shouted.

There was a muffled grunt—probably as Mulder scrambled to put on his suit. “I’m on my way!”

Scully pushed at Henderson, who flopped limply until he was lying on his back. She could probably, with the added strength the planet’s lesser gravity gave her, heave the man over her shoulder and up to the airlock, but she knew she shouldn’t be doing any kind of heavy lifting, particularly after the incident the week prior. She was supposed to be taking it easy. And so she waited. And waited. Each minute ticking by that she couldn’t help her patient and crew member longer than the one before it.

Finally, Mulder burst through the airlock door and practically landed on top of them, so powerful had been his leap.

“Is he alive?” Mulder panted into the comm when he landed, spraying dust and debris in a three foot arc around them.

“I don’t know,” Scully responded. “His suit is running on fumes. We need to get him into the rover. I’m going to go through first. You get him in the airlock and I’ll pull him through when he’s clear.

Mulder swore but bent down to bodily hoist the man up, and Scully made for airlock. Once in the rover, she tore off her helmet and shucked off the top section of her suit. It seemed to take ages for the airlock’s vacuum to be satisfied with its clearing job and finally opened its inner door, expelling the body of Henderson partially onto the floor of the rover. Mulder must have had the man half-propped up and leaning against the inner door.

Scully dragged him fully into the rover, so that Mulder could go through, and she grabbed for Henderson’s helmet and pulled it off. Its mechanism was relatively clean, not choked with dust and grime like her own.

The man’s face was pasty white, chalky. He didn’t look alive. Scully worked her fingers up under his chin until she found a pulse; thready and weak, his skin like ice.

Mulder came through the airlock a moment later.

“Is he alive?” he asked the second he’d removed his helmet.

“Barely,” Scully said. “Mulder, I need you to help me get him into the lab. It’s a med bay now. If we don’t get him warmed up, he’s going to die.”

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Mulder shucked off his gloves and helped Scully rid the other astronaut of his hardsuit and then grabbed Henderson’s shoulders, leaving Scully to lift his lower half so that he could take nearly all of the other man’s weight. He eyed Scully carefully as they worked Henderson onto the lab table, Mulder keeping a careful watch for any sign of discomfort on his lover’s face.

While Mulder held onto the cold, dead weight of their crewman, Scully extended the lab table into a bed and worked one of the cot mattresses under him, piling the blankets from all the other cots on top of him. Then Scully bent down and pulled a box from one of the cabinets and tore it open. She tossed Mulder several small packets.

“Heat packs,” she said, holding one up and tearing off a plastic sheet from the top. “Pulling this off activates the chemicals that heat it up. Once you get one off, put it on Henderson. You need to cover him in these, Mulder, head to toe.”

Mulder nodded and began tearing off the activation strips and working the packs under the blankets, pressing them into Henderson’s clammy flesh. While he worked to heat the man up, Scully was a blur of activity, flitting this way and that, working an oxygen cannula under his nose, and hooking the injured man up to a bio monitoring station. Soon the rocky blip-blip of Henderson’s tachy heartbeat filled the rover.

Scully had already secured heat packs to Henderson’s neck—the quickest way to heat up his blood—so when Mulder got to the top of his chest, he stood back, breathing hard. Mulder was still wearing his hardsuit and he was sweating inside of it, the joints rubbing blisters into his flesh.

“What do we do now?” he asked, pulling at the neck of his suit with a wince.

“We need to—” Scully started, but cut herself off. Something had drawn her attention to the man on the table in front of them. She bent over to examine Henderson’s head, squinting when she got close.

“What is it?” Mulder asked.

Scully reached forward and touched at something on the man’s hairline behind his right ear. When she pulled her hand back, it was covered in a thick smear of blood.

“There’s a contusion here, Mulder,” she said, straightening, her face going pale. “Someone hit him. Hard.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #the x-files #my fic #msr #au #wip #mars au

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sunnydaleherald · 8 months

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Wednesday, September 20

SPIKE: It's not blood, it's bourbon. BUFFY: (slower) Eeeeew. SPIKE: (grins ruefully) Suit yourself. He shakes his head, reaches across Buffy to put the flask back, sits back and sighs. He begins to hum, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. Buffy gives him a look, which he doesn't notice. SPIKE: (sings) I wanna be sedated... (stops singing, looks at Buffy) Do you like the Ramones?

~~Crush~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Back To School Girl by badly_knitted (Buffy, PG)

Perfect Match by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Yew-trees and roses by Liana_Medea (G)

50 Things Worse Than Spike by QueenQueso_DSL [older work] (Buffy, Spike, Dawn, G)

The True Power by arcanedreamer (Buffy, Xander, G) [author also posted multiple other older works]

Returning by naoa-ao3 (Darla, unrated)

Thirty Years by IBJoyful (Faith, FR7)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Becoming Kate - Ch. 1-4 by NautiBitz [older work] (Faith/Kate, Buffy/Willow, E) COMPLETE!

Dana's Journey to Being a Slayer - Part 6 by ILLYRIAN (ensemble, unrated)

Stained - Ch. 6 by bakedbakermom (Scully, X-Files xover, unrated)

Edge of the World - Ch. 2 by Dynamite (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

L'amore troverà la via - Ch. 3 by Violette-Milka (NC-17, French language)

Healing After Heaven - Ch. 10 by Kate (Buffy, Highlander xover, FR13)

Going Home (to a place we’ve never been before) - Ch. 11 by curiouslywombat (Dawn, LOTR xover, FR15)

Never Let You Die - Ch. 1 by DeamonQueen (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Art of Dying - Ch. 29-30 by disco-tea (Buffy/Spike, R)

Blood and Black Lace - Ch. 12 by SlayrGrl (Buffy/Spike, R)

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Manip: Keep Your Enemies Closer - Ch. 1 by disco-tea (Buffy/Spike, worksafe)

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Moodboards: Wesley & Giles moodboards by btvsfansworld (Wesley, Giles, worksafe)

Moodboard: Willow Rosenberg - And I'm Eating This Banana, Lunchtime Be Damned by awinterrosesstuff (Willow, worksafe)

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Glory VS Caleb by 47-Rambaldi

What was more satisfying? [Riley in Where the Wild Things Are vs Spike in Smashed] by Overtheedge33

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candiedstardust · 2 months

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Got tagged by: the lovely @lost-in-derry

Last song/podcast: Look On Down From The Bridge- Mazzy Star

Currently watching: Star Wars Rebels, S4E4 (everything before my beloved gets hella crispy hits different, k?)

Three ships: Kanera OFC! Scully/Mulder, Lizzy/Darcy

Favorite color: still chartreuse somehow, or maybe matcha

Currently consuming: Star Wars Goldfish (consumerism at its finest, Grogu tastes the best)

First ship: probably a three way tie between Scully/Mulder, Spuffy, and Spirk

Place of birth: UT

Current location: my fave place to rot (my bedroom <3)

Relationship status: happily single, my standards are located in the stars, v high~

Last movie: Pride and Prejudice 2005

Currently working on: two sewing projects, INTJW ch 8, What Goes Bump in the Night ch3, six different pieces of smut, two new fics, and something to help cope with Jedi Night lol

No pressure tagging: @humankarkat @moonlit-clary-sage

#tag game #kinda love these ngl

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prettyboy-like-you · 1 year

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ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS

...then tag some folx you wanna know better!

thanks for my tag, @fawcett-hairspray-club! i'm definitely gonna be bombarding you with more questions about a few of your answers!

3 SHIPS: the toppest of trios, for me, is destiel, sterek and harringrove. in that order! (honorary mention to pynch and geraskier both of which almost tie with the latter).

FIRST SHIP: oooh i reckon it must be fox and dana from the x files *alexa play mulder & scully by catatonia* or actually maybe it's fox and sunflower seeds...

CURRENTLY CONSUMING: too much coffee, lots of water, and my sterek spotify playlist bc the biles × sourwolf brainrot is extremely strong rn. oh, and some new german words: aufregend! #duolingo

LAST MOVIE: the outfit (2022) by graham moore. it's sort of a mobster movie but not really and feels kind of like a play? it stars the excellent mark rylance, along with zoe deutsch and dylan o'brien. i enjoyed all of them and it very much.

LAST SONG: i know the shape by german error message.

CURRENTLY WATCHING: s4 of servant

CURRENTLY READING: just about to start how to be autistic by the wonderful poe and i'm also up to ch.6 of madi's brilliant sterek WIP fic light a spark.

CURRENTLY CRAVING: food, anything at all—at present i have nothing containing any real sustainance in the flat because i'm a tremendous failhuman xp

BTW it's @all-or-nothing-baby / @teencopandthesourwolf / @anoiseofgloriousdisdain in case you're wondering who tf i am! waaaay too many sideblobs lol.

tagging, play or nay:

@munsonboy @raisesomehale @jimmypricegf @thisgirlsays22 @catboynecromancy @seanchaidh7 @harrgrove @lovebillyhargrove @sketchyspirit @ghosthan @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @demonlandline @greyhavenisback @witchsickness and anybody i could have tagged/anyone at all who sees this and wants to join in :)

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oohnotvery · 1 year

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Yours and Mine (This Is Our Time) on AO3: Ch. 8

It’s a little strange, sleeping beside another man, Mulder considers as he shifts on the sofa bed for the hundredth time. Emry hasn’t moved in hours but Mulder senses the man hasn’t fallen asleep. So that’s one difference between them: Mulder is a restless worrier; Emry is an unmoving brooder.

By the whistle of the wind and the dropping temperatures inside the cabin, it seems the storm outside hasn’t let up. Every hour or so, Mulder jumps out of bed to stoke the fire, but they’re running out of wood. He places another log into the hearth and reasons they have another twelve hours or so before they need an alternate source of heat.

He’s shuffling back to the bed when Emry finally stirs, causing him to pause and take a seat by the fire instead of joining him on the mattress.

“Can’t sleep?” Emry asks hoarsely. He sounds exhausted.

Mulder grunts. “Too damn cold,” he replies, grabbing a blanket from the foot of the bed and throwing it around his shoulders.

“And I keep thinking about what we’ll do if Alan or Marston shows up,” Emry says quietly.

Mulder hums. “I keep thinking about what we’ll do when that wood runs out.”

As the fire sparks higher, feeding off the new log, Emry looks over at him. He nods grimly and they fall silent, each contemplating the very bleak state of affairs.

“So,” Emry eventually says, “it didn’t work out between you two? Even after all those years?”

Mulder bites the inside of his cheek as he catches a glimpse of the longing in Emry’s warm, brown eyes. “Uh, well,” he says, stretching a little. His shoulders feel extraordinarily tight. “It actually did work out for a long time, although it took years to get there.” God, how to explain those years?

Emry hesitates. “How long since you two—broke up?”

Mulder winces. He isn’t a fan of the term broken up. It sounds so . . . Gen-Z. So callous and unfitting for the actual circumstances of what happened between him and Scully. And could you ever really break up with your soulmate?

“It’s been about two years,” he calculates, swallowing hard.

A beat. “And you’ve kept working together?” Mulder doesn’t miss the incredulity in Emry’s voice.

He shakes his head. “Only over the past six months. We, uh, we didn’t talk much for about a year and a half.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah,” Mulder agrees. “Although it’s not uncommon to have . . . rifts in a partnership.” He pauses, considering his words, considering the rift that led to Scully walking out of their house two years ago. “Some rifts just take a larger toll than others.”

He feels, rather than sees, Emry grimace. “I can relate. We, uh—Gemma and I haven’t spoken in almost a month.”

Mulder nods. “So I’d heard.”

Emry smiles wryly. “Oh, yes. I’m person-of-interest number one.”

Mulder shrugs easily. “You’re just the easiest choice. You and she are close. There’s a big fight. She goes missing . . . .”

“No, I get it,” Emry says easily, then pauses. “The first time I’d spoken to Gemma since our fight was actually down in that basement. I hadn’t—we’d ended things on really bad terms. I wouldn’t blame her if she hates me.”

Mulder shakes his head kindly. “She doesn’t hate you,” he promises, meeting Emry’s disbelieving gaze. “For a partnership like yours, there’s no place for hatred, even in the worst moments. What was the fight about?”

Emry sighs heavily and rakes his hands down his face. “She, ah, she got temporarily reassigned. Just for two weeks, I think, but she was off in California for a while. We didn’t get to talk much. And when she came back, I found out there was some stuff that went down on assignment that put her in a bad place. She hadn’t told me.” His voice drifts off. “I was . . . upset.”

Mulder won’t assume he knows what they fought about, but he remembers vividly how painful it was when Scully got assigned to Peyton Ritter, how she came back with a gunshot wound to her stomach, how outrageously bitter he was about it all. How possessive. Concern can quickly devolve into jealousy, and he remembers with a hint of regret how feral he felt when he saw Scully for the first time in that hospital bed.

“It sounds like you need to talk to her,” Mulder offers, wincing as he thinks about how infrequently he and Scully ever took time to have a real conversation about their feelings. “Scully and I didn’t do that enough. But it could’ve saved us some heartache, I bet. If I’d told her everything I was feeling back then. If I’d done that two years ago, even.”

Emry shrugs. “Now’s not really the right time for conversations.”

Mulder meets his eyes and shakes his head slowly. “It’s easy to think that. But then one day, you may be like me, wondering why the hell you didn’t take the time to talk to her when you had it. When she was around. When she was willing to listen.” When her heart wasn’t closed off to you.

A shadow appears in his peripheral vision and he turns to see Scully and Gemma shuffling into the living room.

Scully’s smile is Mona Lisa-mysterious. “I’m sure Mulder and I could give you two some space,” she says roguishly, and Mulder suddenly feels lighter. It’s been a little while since he’s seen Scully smile like she is now.

“You feeling better, Gem?” Emry asks, trying to rise from the bed.

The woman smiles wanly, her face pale in the firelight. “Just a little too cold back there.”

Scully stares at Mulder enigmatically and he wonders how much she heard of their conversation. “Care if we join you two by the fire?” she asks, that smile lingering.

Mulder’s lips crack into a grin. “Nothing would make us happier.”

#x files #txf #msr #the x files #msr fanfic #x files fanfic #mulder x scully #fox mulder #dana scully #xfiles

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Okay I have to ask lol, do you have a link to the old fic where Scully rescues Hawkeye

Chief, when I tell you I just spent a full 1.5 hrs going back thru my browser history bc I didn’t favorite this fic at the time,,, The scene I was looking for is in the middle of ch 1 and my dumb ass was “skimming for efficiency” and skipped over the scene the 5+ times I reopened this fic.

I tell u all of this bc this one scene is making me go INSANE at the potential of what could have been a magnificent hawk/scully fic UGH

So without further ado…

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Parallax 7/25

CHAPTER 7

Rated E .-// AU: Cyberpunk/Dystopia .-// Casefile .-// @today-in-fic

Read on Ao3

*** I will no longer be posting chapters directly on Tumblr

Soundtrack: Spotify .-// Youtube

THIS IS A COMPLETED WORK - CHAPTERS ARE POSTED DAILY.

Overall Content Warnings: explicit sex scenes, violence, heavy angst, minor character death

Specific content warnings will be listed at the beginning of each chapter. If you’d like to avoid them, just skim ahead (after the notes).

#txf #the x-files #xfiles #thexfiles #msr #mulder and scully #xf fanfic #alternate universe #cyberpunk #dystopia #smut #parallax #parallax ch

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Collector's Edition: Cars and Conversations (Part II)

Here we go again!

Loose chronological order below~

@o6666666’s (Ao3)

2 6 17 msr

In the rearview mirror she saw a forehead meant for a bullet. There was a full moon.

“Hi,” Scully whispered, like Melissa could hear her. “I’m so sorry.”

Post Paper Clip Scully drives to Mulder's apartment, unable to bear the loss of her sister alone.

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car...

like imagine scully pulling up in that fat car they were driving, tires kicking dust everywhere, she thinks this is the address, this is where the intel said to go, this must be it but suddenly she’s nervous, she hasn’t seen mulder in so long, he must Know but what can she say to him....

AU-- S9 Scully drives out to New Mexico where she reunites with Mulder... and Will.

@sarie-fairy/Sarie_Fairy's

Since

“How ya doin’?” he coaxed, gently.

“I just, I’m having trouble believing that she’s truly gone.” She focused beyond the window and took a steadying breath. “That I won’t get to feel how Missy loves me. Not ever again. How she sees me...."

Post Paper Clip Scully and Mulder have a sister and father dead.

Eos

He got a speeding ticket on the I-95 getting to her; couldn’t wait around in an airport. Crazed, his neurons firing too slow for the terror in his heart compelling him forward, to catch up. Several near misses on his journey, though he somehow made it to the hospital before she was out of surgery—beating her mother, who flew.

AU-- Tithonus Mulder drives the entire way, walks in, and drops the love bomb.

COLLECTION - One Shots - Chapter 10

She had been there less than two minutes and the passenger door opened. Time slowed down as a dark clothed figure began to lower down into the seat beside her. It only occurred to her then, with William slumbering in the back, that it could be a trap. She couldn’t see his face. She put her hand to the glove box, ready to reach for her gun, and then … a familiar voice.

“Hi, Scully.”

AU-- "Dearest Dana" was a code for Scully and William to hit the road.

@silhouetteofacedar/SilhouetteOfACedar's

When We Drive, Ch. 2: Early Flights, Used Tissues, and a Swan (Ao3)

Mulder pauses with his key in the ignition. “If - when- this happens again,” he stammers, “You… you don’t have to hide it from me. I hope you know that.”

Pre-DPO Scully cries after hearing Melissa's favorite song.

@p34chi's 22 and 27 together from the prompt list perhaps 👀

“Hey, Scully,” Mulder said, turning the radio down. “You ever play an instrument?”

Scully’s head lulled against the headrest of the passenger seat as she turned her attention to her partner. She was quietly humming along to the radio before he cut her performance short, and had been gazing out upon the forest beside them, marvelling at the stillness of the trees and admiring the occasional wildlife that would step out into their moonlit spotlight.

Mulder and Scully share childhood memories, puns, and a blanket.

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic's The Patron Saint of Doomed Stakeouts

Mulder was twanging the tab on his empty soda, the can propped on his knees. He shifted uncomfortably.

“You can’t pee in that thing,” Scully said, knowing where this was headed.

“Define can’t,” Mulder said.

“Not in this car, you can’t.”

Mulder and Scully spend Valentine's Day on a beautifully snarky stakeout.

@amazalina's msr headcanons : Scully and long car rides

He’s always the one who drives, and she’d like to be better at pretending she doesn’t like it. It feels too safe for her not to. It’s not that he drives any better than she does. It just feels good to be driven across the country through strange places, to dangerous situations, by the one person she trusts the most. Tucked in the passenger seat, she’s completely safe to watch him as he looks straight ahead. She observes him, notices his thoughts go through his mind.

@nowwhateinstein's (Ao3) The Absence of Light

Scully awoke to a hand on her shoulder and Mulder’s voice speaking softly into her ear. “Hey, Scully, wake up.”

She sat up. “Mulder, where are we?”

“Just outside Harrisonburg, off of I-81. A slight detour.”

Mulder stops their car so he and Scully can watch the early-evening fireflies.

@skylandmountain1013/SkylandMountain1013's

42 msr, go!/Prompt- I swear it was an accident

“Mulder..”

“I swear it was an accident,” he offers.

“An accident?” She rubs her temples to keep her voice from getting too shrill- the shrill he sometimes makes fun of when they’re arguing reincarnation, flesh eating parasites, or when he insists on ordering 2 desserts off the Chinese Star take out menu.

Mulder and Scully weather the heat after their car breaks down.

@syntax6’s (Gossamer, FFN, Omni)

20 Chapter 3: Three

They have a combined forty-three years of schooling between them, but there is little they can do in the face of a smoking black engine. Scully is half tempted to pull out her gun and shoot it, just for the satisfaction.

After the rental breaks down, Scully insists she and Mulder walk around until they find a signal.

20 Chapter 6: Six

He does not slow down. Neither does he answer her for a long moment. "Patrick Crump," he says finally, and she waits for him to continue. He maneuvers neatly around a slower car in front of them. "I can't shake that feeling. I feel that same desperation, Scully; I understand his intense need to keep moving in the face of inevitable doom."

She frowns and reaches for his head. "You have pressure in your ears?"

He ducks her touch. "Not there," he says. "Here." He touches his chest, and then looks quickly at her to see her reaction.

Post Drive Scully helps Mulder to realign his thinking.

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's In the Dark of the Night

They walked as fast as they could towards the car, and, upon reaching it, she dug into his pockets until she found the keys. She unlocked it as quickly as she could before easing Mulder into the passenger seat. With the overhead yellow glow of the car lights, she could assess just how bad the damage was. His entire torso was stained crimson and his pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat.

S3 Scully drives like mad to get her heroic but injured partner help.

@lotsoforangesoutside/@lotzzoforangezoutside‘s (Ao3)

A Waste of a Nose

Staring at him, she finds that Mulder no longer look as confident as he did earlier.

“I… so I called Hertz.” He begins, “it’s called Blackberry Clove. It’s the air freshener they used. I… I got a kick out of it. My favorite perfume is an air freshener. I just… wanna to share that.”

Post Syzygy Scully wonders what her father would have thought of Mulder.

Impromptu

“Hey Scully,” he says from the passenger seat, with the back of his head resting on the headrest and chair reclined.

That’s his sixth hey Scully since they’ve left Tallahassee. Mulder has refused the EMT’s advice to visit the Tallahassee Memorial Hospital, claiming that he’s got his personal doctor traveling with him.

Post Detour Mulder wants to see America from the backseat with Scully.

Fireworks

“No talking later, Mulder.”

Out of the blue, she announces.

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be shouting back and forth. My throat’s been…hurting a little since this morning.” She rubs her eyes with one hand, looking like a child getting out of bed, “I might be coming down with somethin’.”

He bites his tongue so he won’t say, how come you didn’t say anything to me?

AU-- Post FTF Mulder drives Scully to see fireworks.

The Straightest Road in Texas

There is so, so much more to life, he now knows. And it’s right next to him, riding in this car, laughing at his memories. Well, laughing with him at his memories.

They have taken a lot of casualties last summer, but like the hero in the movies, he walks away with the girl.

Dating-- Mulder and Scully bond over a car guessing game.

ㄌ

He continues to drive, it’s so hot today that the asphalt could melt. There’s nearly no pedestrians around, and the sun is blaring so brightly that looking at it makes him dizzy.

Dating-- Mulder distracts Scully from fuming over the heat.

Barnes Corners

“Does a sailor’s daughter want to live at the same place as the fisherman’s daughter?” He keeps asking.

“That depends on which daughter you ask.” Scully admits that she has been thinking about Missy tonight as well. Both Pendrell and Max remind her of Charlie, who she hasn’t seen for a while....

“I’m asking the one that’s sitting in the car with me.” Mulder simply replies. “Would you like to live close to the water?”

Post Max Mulder fishes for future plans from Scully.

A Mother’s Choice

Scully did not put her baby down for the next five day. She felt like even William thought he had enough cuddling, as he began to look at her with slight concern, something so identical to his daddy when he worried.

“How ‘bout a trip, buddy?” She said to her baby, wondering how much an eleven-month-old could understand, and how crazy it was to travel with a baby, one who still needed his bottle at night, goes through diapers like they were bathroom tissues, and wouldn’t sleep unless she sang him a lullaby.

AU-- S9 Scully regrets the adoption; and TLG help her put her life back together.

The Old Man’s Choice

He went with the raspy-voice old man without telling anyone. He was a smart boy and knew he wasn’t supposed to talk to strangers, let alone getting into a car with him, but something told him that this old man, grandpa or not, really knew his birth parents.

AU-- S9 CSM takes William from his adopted family and hands him over to Mulder.

vanessadingle's Like A Switch Has Been Flicked Somewhere - Chapter 1

“Scully I always give you a ride, my cars right here see? A taxi will take a while to come, I can’t leave you standing here by yourself it’s getting late”

“I can look after myself Mulder, I’m a grown woman”

“And that’s why as a gentleman I have to offer you a ride. Get in, don’t be difficult, lemme make it up to you”

He was overly polite and it bothered her, but she could see he was remorseful even if he didn’t fully understand why he’d irritated her and she couldn’t turn him down no matter how hard she tried.

Post Syzygy Scully fumes to the airport, on the plane, and while Mulder drives her home.

Amy Schatz’s Syzygy, Once Removed...

"What's wrong, Scully?"

She didn't answer for a few seconds, as she slowed the car down even more. "I don't know. I'm shaking all over."

AU-- Syzygy Scully and Mulder's feud ends with their fear over her health and past abduction.

@atths–twice/ATTHS_TWICE’s (Alt. Ao3, FFN)

A Quiet Love - Chapter 11

They drove home in silence, though he could hear the questions she was not asking. Not having the right words, he stayed silent, his fingers gripping the steering wheel.

Dropping her off, he only nodded when she said goodbye.

Post Pusher Mulder drops Scully home, breaks down in his car, and drives back.

Without an Umbrella

“Scully, we are on a highway where a car has not driven past us for at least 15 minutes. Neither of our cell phones are working, it’s pouring rain outside, and we are at least a mile away from the motel. Please tell me how lightening the mood would make any of this any better?”

She stared at him, her eyes now as angry as his appeared.

Mulder stews over Kersh's case until Scully gets out, stands in the rain, and definitively changes his mood.

Shared Treasures

“I’m gonna need an explanation,” she said and he nodded.

“So the doll wasn’t the only thing I found.”

“Obviously,” she laughed as he looked at the car in his hand.

Post Empedocles Scully teases Mulder with the pizza man while he vroom-vrooms a little car over their soon-to-be baby.

A Patchwork Heart

He filled the silence in the car, chatting about everything. It was very different from any other man she had traveled with in the past. Jack usually had a topic planned ahead of time, thus the car ride was spent wisely, as he used to say. Ethan liked listening to classical music and for the short time they were together, she heard more Bach and Beethoven than she ever wanted to hear again.

But Mulder, though not her boyfriend, thus not an entirely accurate comparison, loved to discuss anything and everything.

Post Revival Scully ruminates over past driving excursions.

30xf's Wetwired

Once Dana is in the passenger seat, Mrs. Scully grasps my forearm and assures me, "I'll call you when we know something." It was only a momentary touch, but it somehow makes me feel completely at ease. All at once I understand without a doubt where Scully gets all her strength from.

Wetwired Mulder reassures Scully.

Macspooky's

Home from the Hospital

She smiled when she saw him. It lit her tired looking face.

"I'm free. Let's go." Dana picked up her small bag and they headed for his car. The ride to her home was silent. When they pulled up in front of her building, she turned to look at him.

"Would you come in for a little while, Mulder? I'll make you some of my gourmet coffee, and I know my mother left one of her chocolate cakes."

Post Wetwired Scully wants Mulder to drive her home.

The Reprimand

Dana felt herself being moved or thought she did. Her face was no longer pressed against glass but rather against a familiar and comforting warmth. She felt something brush the top of her head, gentle lips. The words "I'm sorry," were whispered quietly. She was somewhere half between being awake and asleep in a twighlight world of incredibly pleasant dreams. It didn't feel like a dream though. The words were so distinct and the touch so real.

Post Paper Hearts Scully gets flak from all sides after Mulder's foolhardy decision.

A Long Drive Home from Rhode Island

She might know he needed sleep, but she would never convince Fox Mulder.

"Not a word, Mulder," she warned. "I'm tired, but you are exhausted. I'm driving."

Talitha Cumi Scully drives Mulder while Tena is being transferred.

Breaking the News

As much as he didn't like the idea of the older woman driving alone to Pennsylvania, he could see by the set of her mouth that she was determined. He had learned about that expression from her daughter. Unlike his mother, Maggie Scully was capable and sensible. And, though he hated to admit it, Margaret was right.

Memento Mori Mulder tells Maggie in person.

Anonymous's (mulderscreek, annex-files) Lament

He held his throbbing ankle off the ground. All that driving hadn't been good for it. Scully would kill him if he couldn't walk tomorrow. He closed the car door and limped rather slowly towards the house. He looked at it with trepidation but the house failed to loom menacingly. It was as pleasant as could be, not the malicious building it should have been.

Post Herrenvolk Mulder and his mother surprise each other at the summer house, then spend the rest of his birthday bonding.

@scullydubois/scully_dubois's

Bridge - Chapter 1

…As their rental car rumbles along toward the airport, Mulder keeps himself awake at the wheel by trying to read his partner’s mind. Stubborn skeptic that she is, he figures he’d need cold hard proof to convince her. And what better way to harmlessly yet accurately read someone’s mind than with a game of I Spy?

AU-- Post Unruhe Mulder admits he heard Scully's German and pleas, somehow, in his mind.

story_monger's Searching Souls - Chapter 1

Scully takes a deep inhale. “You know you shouldn’t have said that Cancer Man was the Gestapo officer,” she says.

Mulder shifts; she can feel him looking at her. He probably has that slightly resigned, slightly defiant expression that always rings with a touch of kicked puppy. Scully hates that expression; it makes her feel like the bad guy.

Post TFWID Mulder convinces Scully to believe his theory, even if only for one night.

EPurSeMouve's Joining You

Reach him, make contact, get him back...

"Mulder, Samantha *is* the X-Files. Nothing else matters, right?" She hated saying it, hated the rainy-night memory that flashed through her mind, full of innocence and closeness.

He took his eyes off the road for a few dangerous seconds, met hers. "Not anymore," was his oh-so-quiet reply.

S4 Mulder tries to run off on a possible suicide quest-- Scully, however, won't let him go alone.

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