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baronessblixen · 7 months

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Prompt: 19. “What if we’re wrong?”

Angst, canon divergence for "Nothing Important Happened Today": No matter what Kersh said, Scully doesn't want Mulder to leave her and the baby. But what choice do they have? (wc: 1,069)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 19: It's Us Against The World

Right now, she should be the happiest woman on earth. She is. She was. Until her happiness was threatened. Again. But no matter what Kersh said, she can't shake off that niggling feeling in her gut; the feeling that something isn’t quite right.

At first, she blamed her hormones. Then the fact that she didn’t want it to be true. Any of it. Kersh’s words still sit inside her, making her sick. How he came to her apartment, didn’t look at the baby at all, and just told them with an impassive voice that Mulder had to leave. That he had it on good authority that if he didn’t, something would happen. Something very bad.

They believed him. How could they not, after everything? They started making plans, asking the Gunmen to help them make Mulder disappear. Everything is in motion. Everything is planned as well as possible. 24 hours. That’s all they have left, now. But Scully can’t shake it off. That feeling. That what Kersh said isn’t the whole story. Is in fact not the truth at all.

“Can’t sleep?” Mulder asks, sounding tired.

“I can’t stop thinking.”

“Isn’t that usually my forte?” He kisses her neck lazily as if they have all the time in the world when in fact they have next to none. They were supposed to win this time. They were supposed to get their happy ending. Now, once again, it’s ripped away from them. And she doesn’t want to lose anymore. She doesn’t want to lose Mulder again. She doesn’t want to do this alone. She’s not sure she even can. Once upon a time, Mulder said the same thing to her. They didn’t give up then. They didn’t quit. And she doesn’t want to start now.

“Mulder, what if we’re wrong?”

“Wrong about what?” The sheets rustle as he turns to her. He moves closer until their knees are touching. Her hand claws at his sweater, needing to feel something solid. If she holds on tight enough, they can’t be separated.

“What Kersh said.” She merely whispers the words, afraid to rouse too many demons.

“What if he’s not?” Mulder smiles at her, but his lips quiver. “We can’t risk him being wrong. If anything happened to you, or to William…”

“What if something happens to us while you’re gone?” She only notices her tears when they fall onto her skin, hot and angry.

“I wouldn’t let it,” Mulder says through his own tears, wiping hers away.

“You wouldn’t be here,” she reminds him. “You wouldn’t even know.”

“What do you want to do?” Mulder asks. “I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Since when?” Their tears mingle with laughter. Pain and salvation so close together.

“Since now,” he says, turning earnest. “I’ll go if you think I should. I’ll stay if you want me to. I’ll take you and William into hiding with me if you think that’s best. I love you, Scully. I love our son. I will do everything in my power to protect you both. If that means leaving, living a life far away from you, even if it breaks my heart just thinking about it, I will do it.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she admits quietly. “All I know is that I don’t want you to leave. I can’t bear the thought.”

“You managed before.” He nudges her with his nose.

“Yes, I managed,” she says. “But Mulder… I don’t want to manage. I want to live. With you, and with William.”

“Tell me what to do and I’ll do it.” He touches his forehead to hers, needing to be closer still. Her eyes drift close and she imagines it. She can see every path they might take. Him leaving her and William alone and life going on, with a part of herself permanently missing. She can see him stay here, both of them hunted by paranoia and fear. And she can see them leave, face uncertainty in the years to come, but always together.

“I don’t know, Mulder. I just don’t know.”

“Me leaving is the safest choice,” he says calmly, stroking her side. His fingers dip under her robe, finding skin and igniting a fire in her.

“I know,” she replies, the words like shrapnel on her tongue.

“I don’t want to leave.” His voice sounds strangled. “I’ve never done the safe thing. You know me. But this isn’t about me. It’s about you and William. Without me here, you two are safe.”

“Since when do you trust Kersh?”

“What other choice do I have?”

“What if he’s just trying to separate us?”

“Look who’s paranoid now,” he says softly, kissing her lips.

“I learned from the best,” she replies, kissing him back. If this is their last night together, she has to make it count. A knot forms in her throat. Their last night. If she lets him leave, she might never see him again. She won’t know where he’s going for her own safety and their son’s. Kersh or his cronies could ambush him and she’d find out years later. Or never.

“We’ll make plans,” Mulder says. “The Gunmen will help. We’ll see each other whenever we can. When it’s safe.”

“No,” she says quietly. “No.” Louder now, more convinced. “Mulder, they’ve taken so much from us already.”

“Exactly,” he says. “Aren’t you scared at all?”

“Of course I’m scared. I’m so worried they’re gonna do something to you, to William. But Mulder… there’s no guarantee that this isn’t what Kersh wants. He wants to separate us so he can… I can’t even say it.”

“You really do sound like me,” he says, amazed.

“I just feel like- I know this is going to sound crazy,” she says, biting her lip.

“You know I love crazy.”

“I feel like he’s not telling the truth. He’s lying to us.”

“I trust you, Scully, and I’ll follow your lead.”

“I won’t let Kersh or anyone separate us,” she says, having made up her mind.

“So we’re doing this?” he asks and she nods.

“We’re doing this,” she says. “Together.” And that feeling inside her eases as Mulder kisses her. It eases even more when he brings over William and she nurses him. Mulder holds her hand and talks to their son. It’s the three of them against the world. No one is going to take that away. Neither she nor Mulder will let them.

#fictober23 #did not know what to write today #and then this just came to me #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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shortmexicangirl · 10 months

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'can i copy your homework?'

'yeah just don't make it obvious'

#literally bar for bar i'm SICKKKKKK #tumblr #tumblr update #put that thing back where it came from or so help me #imagine getting rid of everything that makes your website design unique and instead just stealing the layout of the site you slander so muc

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powdermelonkeg · 9 months

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#my art #totk #loz #zelda #fma #fmab #nina tucker #this came to me just now and i had to #update: fixed the hand so it's no longer the wrong way :/

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penny-anna · 2 months

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fanfiction writers when a character is remotely non-human

#just came across this in the owl house fandom #i love u guys but why so much purring #like don't get me wrong. i have also written this #but why

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milkygothgf · 4 months

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I want to be corrupted into a total sex obsessed freak sooooo bad. I want to be forced to get horny from literally everything. Stick household objects in me. Make me hump shoes and bags and clothes. Make me finger myself anytime I talk on the phone. Make me rub my pussy juices on all of my things. Make me watch porn at work. Make me always keep an earbud in so I can listen to girls getting fucked streamed 24/7. Keep a dildo in me anytime I use my computer. Make me sexualize every nonsexual thing in my life. I want to be completely perverted.

#make me quit my job so i can lay in bed all day and be in total sex bliss #i want everything in my life to be sex #milky talks #corruption kink #hard k1nk #object insertion.#i just came to someones selfie<3 #r@petoy #fr33use #cnc free use #cnc k!nk #dark k1nk #fav

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atmothart · 1 year

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Jon he's really trying here cut him a break

(tumblr crunched the resolution of this comic a lot rip)

#dracula daily #hello im back from the void with shitty dracula doodles #i actually drew this last year but never posted it #here it is now though #count dracula #jonathan harker #Drac reading the english bradshaw guide is still one of the funniest moments in Dracula to me #i know it is supposed to show how he's planning to infiltrate england and appear local #but it really does just come across like he picked it up in a panic and pretended to be reading it when Jonathan came back into the room #and being the weird guy he is thought reading train schedules was really normal behaviour #bram stoker's dracula is a romcom #re: dracula

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faeriekit · 4 months

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"Okay." Danny slowly laid the already cold body back onto the table, ready to slide back it into the refuge of cold storage. "Okay. Dead guy. Stay there."

The body didn't move.

"Fantastic. Now. Hang out while I pour the embalming fluid into the pump, alright? It should only be a minute."

And it usually did; working in a funeral home wasn't extremely glamorous, but it paid the bills, and Danny had already been used to the rhyme and rhythm of negotiating death with the public by the time he sent in his mortuary school application. It had been a transition that made sense. And in the end, the degree had only cost him a few extra years post-graduation and a little dig into student loans, and now Danny had a stable 12-8 job and health insurance valid in the state of new jersey.

Today, though, the pump had that decided enough was enough. With a bang and a boom, the pump spat out a cloud of smoke and clunked uncomfortably.

The dead body sat up.

Danny scrambled over to push it back down. "No. We talked about this. Dead people don't move. If you want to stay here and have me put you back together all the time, you have to stay put. Got it?"

Whatever the weird gold-eye corpses were on in Gotham, they at least listened to him on occasion. They weren't ghosts, per se— they never pinged on any of the ghost detection devices Mom and Dad had packed in his going-away-to-college bag— but they were, despite being occasionally animate, perfectly deceased.

Weird. Danny had never gotten used to it. Still, they came in droves, too eager to sit on the top of the basement stairwell and lurk in the corners and stare endlessly at them with their weird, avian eyes, and sometimes they heralded the arrival similarly weird-ass bodies that had lost their heads or their arms or their limbs through the more conventional channels.

"I'm losing too much thread to all y'all coming in all the time," Danny complained to the dead body, who, at the moment, was the only person present to blame. "Stop getting your limbs cut off. This stuff is expensive, you know. It's a specialty order."

The body didn't even have the courtesy to blink. Rude.

"At least let them bury you this time. Every time one of you darts off when my back's turned, my boss thinks I'm stealing corpses. My coworkers think I'm building my own Frankenstein or something."

The corpse neither verbalized nor blinked, but Danny hadn't expected it to; with a sigh, he rolled the corpse back into cold storage, locked its little door (not that locking it in had ever stopped it) and called it quits for the night.

It's not like anyone was paying him for the extra hours anyway.