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X-Files Collector's Edition: S8 Mulder Resurrects to a Miracle

Thanks for @goodshipsmulder for the suggestion~.

Mulder finds out about Scully's pregnancy off-screen between Deadalive and Three Words. What was said? How might that have gone down? These ideas are explored in these fics (and a few extras thrown in because.)

Loose chronological order below~

@agentwhalesong/sadandangstyagent’s (Ao3) Could It Be Any Harder? - Chapter 4

""He doesn’t seem to understand anything, so he just stays there, accepting the love that is pouring out of her.""

Post Deadalive Mulder's groggy questions aren't able to be fully answered before he drifts back to sleep.

Agent L's (mulderscreek) 

Duet

""Scully...?"

"Yes, Mulder?"

"Will I be able to play the piano again?"

"Well, Mulder, I...You don't play piano.""

Post Deadalive Mulder hasn't felt the effects of PTSD yet, cracking jokes and willingly reaching to feel his child move.

Wish List

""I want my life back. Sounds selfish for a guy just raised from the dead, I know, but I've never been one to be satisfied with the status quo.""

Post Deadalive Mulder's impatience-- itching to leave and itching for answers-- is soothed by the balm of Scully's presence.

@lyndsaybones’s (Ao3) Oh

""Like a breath. Like a secret wound opening up. He pulls his hand away.""

Post Deadalive Mulder responds to Scully's announcement with an "Oh."

@leiascully's (Ao3) Part of Us (Tumblr)

""He raises her hand to his lips.  It’s an effort, but he manages.  “I’m here and I’m staying,” he tells her.  “What happened while I was gone?""

Post Deadalive Mulder responds to Scully's announcement with an "Oh", take two.

@msrafterdark (Ao3)

Five Sentence Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 2

""She was mute for a moment, and while he easily recognized the softness in her eyes, he also noted a slight glimmer of impatience, as though she was insulted by his not believing this miracle belonged to him.""

Post Deadalive Mulder is shocked with the baby's paternity confirmation.

XScribe/Red's (Gossamer, spookyawards_archivist) Alive

""He looked up, confusion and yet a sense of incredible wonderment lighting up his beautiful hazel eyes. He looked at her and she didn't say a word. He shook his head, looked away, looked back at her again. She smiled, and a hot tear fell down her cheek before she could stop it. He reached out and caught it with a finger.

"Scully?" His voice was small, almost boylike, fearful yet hopeful.""

 Post Deadalive Mulder wakes, surprised and grateful Scully didn't leave. Both of them tear up at her paternity confirmation.

ScullyLikesScience's He is the Master of His Fate, She is the Captain of Her Soul - Chapter 85

""They stared at each other. Mulder counted backwards in his head. Scully hoped for some kind of positive reaction. They were still silently gazing at one another when the door opened, and Mulder’s physician, Dr. Nelson Lim, entered the room to go over some test results.""

The events of Deadalive unfold, which eventually leads to Mulder waking a second time to a whirlwind of confusion... and it all becomes too much.

@scullys-right-eyebrow-txf/ScullysRightEyebrow's The Only Choice - Chapter 40

""Just as a soft smile appeared on his face, Mulder recognized apprehension in her eyes. His brow furrowed in concern and then he took in her appearance. In that moment every thought in his mind melded into a mass of bewilderment and confusion. He didn’t understand. He didn’t understand anything and the fear brought about by his nightmare seemed to crash down on him.""

Post Deadalive Skinner lets the news slip to Mulder; and his death and resurrection and Scully's sudden pregnancy catapult Mulder's PTSD, beginning the cycle of distancing himself.

@alldolleduppink-blog/AllDolledUpPink's Reditum

""I ran every test," she assures him. "I know it's hard to believe, but you are-"

"No," he interrupts her with a shake of his head. "No, I didn't- I wasn't implying that it's not mine. I- why did I leave?""

Post Deadalive Mulder has an immediate and severe PTSD-induced panic attack at the news of his baby; and begins to distance himself from Scully and their child-- terrified he will hurt them both.

Shoshana's

Skin Deep

""Is this real?' Mulder had asked, not certain what to say. Her affirmative response brought a grin to his ashen face, a sparkle to his tired eyes.""

Post Deadalive Mulder is happy about his baby, more worried about what Scully thinks about his scars than her miraculous pregnancy.

After Dinner

""Her unworried countenance told him all he needed to know, all he cared to know at the time.

He'd had worries later, when left alone with his thoughts....

When he was feeling particularly morose one night he imagined she wouldn't need his help at all with the child. That she was humoring him now while he was ill and would be ready to move on once he'd recovered.""

Three Words Mulder and Scully are okay after TLG leave her apartment; and he muses over his worries as they banter their way back to a reestablished relationship.

emmbright/Emma Brightman's (LiveJournal) Low Tide

"""You're really here." She walks toward him, carefully lowering her bulk into the chair and grasping his gray-skinned hand in hers. Her voice holds a note of wonder he's rarely heard before. Invisible men, visions in Buddhist temples, resurrected lovers -- Scully's a tough one to impress.""

Post Deadalive Mulder wakes from a fruitless nightmare of his sister, wanting no visitors but Scully as he plunges back into more.

dee_ayy's Burdened

""It had to be a lie, I decided once they'd left in search of help. A cruel joke.... Maybe Scully hadn't been lying, I had been in a coma, and this woman saying "dead and buried" was some sort of euphemism I wasn't familiar with. It couldn't be literally true, I decided. It just couldn't. It was the only rational explanation that would allow this threat to pass.

And I'd almost managed to convince myself by the time Scully came back.""

Post Deadalive Mulder overhears nurses talking about his resurrection; and the stress of that lie and Scully's pregnancy paralyzes him into numbness... until he sees his apartment.

Erin Blair/Erin M. Blair's Mine

""You know?"

I nodded, looking at her round belly. "I'm very observant, Scully.""

Post Deadalive Mulder tells Scully about the boy in his Amor Fati dream.

greycoupon’s (Ao3, WBM) Baring Fruit

""He was focused on Scully’s face and her hand in his, but not the rest of her. She was just another body in the room. Then one of the nurses asked her to move so they could check his blood pressure and she stood up. He saw all of her.

He saw her very pregnant stomach. For just a minute he couldn’t see or hear and worried he was back on the ship, that this was all a dream."" 

Post Deadalive Mulder's eyes adjust enough to notice the obvious; and Scully lays his immediate fears to rest.

ML/ML_is_me’s (Ao3, Gossamer, DW, Invidiosa) 

Do You Know?

""Come on, Scully, give me a break. Don't keep me in suspense," I rasp. You're smiling a little more broadly now.

"Well, you asked for it," you tell me, and push away from the bed to stand up awkwardly.""

Post Deadalive Mulder hates that he kept his brain disease a secret; but is so happy when Scully tells him about their baby.

Found Faith and Lost Time

""She's carrying a cardboard box in front of her, perhaps hoping to obscure her burgeoning belly for a few moments longer.

I give her a big smile as she catches my eye. "Hi, Mom," I greet her.

She looks a little crestfallen. "You KNOW? Did you know last night?" she asks me.""

Post Deadalive Skinner keeps vigil by goofily happy Mulder's bedside-- who peeked at Scully before anyone knew he was awake and is endlessly pleased with himself about it.

David Hearne's Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here

""So, Mulder," Langly interrupted. "this is...what?...your third resurrection?"

"Actually, it's my second. Technically."

"Whatever," Frohike said.""

A post Deadalive crackish experience-- TLG and Maggie and Skinner descend upon Mulder and Scully before they can thoroughly talk about their baby, having a grand time and letting him tell off Krycek on the phone.

Donna’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Meeting the Other Man

""His lips moved, but no sound emerged. His eyes returned to her stomach. Her hand came up and smoothed the fabric of her maternity top.

"It's not very subtle is it?""

AU-- Post Deadalive Doggett gets Scully to rest and meets Mulder in the hospital. Jealousy is soothed; and Mulder is overjoyed at the baby news.

Far Away, So Close

""The morning after his revival, Mulder woke up not long after Scully. He looked up at her as she stood and stretched by his bedside. He focused first on her face and then drifted lower. Scully could practically see his pupils dilate as they rested on her belly. He said nothing, however, and then the doctors came in, and the poking and prodding and questions began again.""

Three Words Mulder doesn't feel like a hero-- only a very distantly confused left behind. Scully finally tells him about the paternity later.

@admiralty-xfd’s (Ao3) Culmination - Chapter 12

""They stay together like that for a long time, holding each other. Eventually she gets up to check his vitals and the sight of her enormous pregnant belly hits him like a ton of bricks.

How…?

...The machines are going wild and Scully looks panicked. “Mulder?! What’s wrong?” The last thing he sees is her screaming for assistance and a team rushing in to help as the darkness takes him.""

Post Deadalive Mulder is afraid it's all a dream, that his brain disease will kill him, and that the baby isn't his.

theficisoutthere/pen-paper-aliens/PPA 's

post-"deadalive" I NEED to… 

""His thoughts were interrupted by a soft twitch near his thigh. It was an odd twitch, more forceful than a shiver, but softer than a hit. Something was kicking against him."" 

Mulder's reestablishing relationship is put on pause when he misconstrues Scully's pregnancy as replacement.

44. Puh-lease! ❤️ (Tumblr)

""He didn’t even question her fidelity. As soon as he noticed her bump in the hospital room he softly smiled and said, “So, we’re going to have a baby.” and squeezed her hand when she nodded. He turned his gaze back to the TV above them and the subject was never brought up again.""

Three Words Mulder hasn't mentioned the baby since the hospital until, finally, he and Scully open up about their fears and pain, crying it out together.  

Marguerite’s (Ao3) Always Through the Changing

""Mulder's eyes were huge, with an odd shimmer, but he said nothing as he took the offered sip of water. He kept the cool liquid in his mouth for a moment as if savoring a fine wine. When he swallowed, it was the only sound in the room....

"Whoa, Scully. You been eating all my jello?""

Post Deadalive Mulder struggles with jealousy and anger-guilt-depression about Scully's baby as well as Skinner and Doggett's capable and active presence in his absence.

Lapsed_Scholar’s That Day Is Done

""Most people have nine months to come to terms with their impending parenthood, but he already has something of an unusual situation, and he really wishes he had not started the clock missing and dead. How is he supposed to prepare for this? How is he supposed to support her, or care for an entirely new, helpless person when he’s lost the ability to function as himself?""

Mulder, Scully, and Skinner navigate the rough waters of This Is Not Happening, Deadalive, and Three Words.

Diana Alexander’s Distant and Strange

""If he had been told eight years ago that he would be as protective and possessive as he was of her now, he would have thought the idea insane and preposterous besides. Somehow over the years, it had slowly started happening, so that now he couldn't imagine being any other way in regards to her.

At about that time, he was startled out of his own thoughts by a gentle knock on the door before it was pushed open by an extremely pregnant Dana Scully.""

Post Three Words Mulder has false memories of Scully and their baby, struggling to know what was and wasn't real.

@greekowl87’s (Ao3) Fic: Right Where You Belong (Ao3)

""Ever since he woke up in the hospital from his abduction, Mulder stared at the world through a looking glass. He recognized people, places, things, but inevitably, it wasn’t the same thing that he had left months before. So Scully was patient. She visited him every day, brought him new clothes, sneaked in his favorite food so he didn’t have to eat the bland hospital food, and anything to get him to respond to her. Mulder would just smile politely, maybe glance briefly her pregnant abdomen and turn away before she could get a word in.""

Three Words Scully grounds Mulder in reality.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's

ashes and dust

""It takes effort, but he does move, sliding to the other side. The corners of Scully's mouth lifts, just a little, and she stands to climb in behind him. And that's when he sees it: the curve of her belly under her sweater.

Anything he wanted to say catches in his throat, freezes there. She is pregnant."" 

Post Deadalive Mulder wakes, shocked at Scully's baby. Life moves too quickly for him to process, let alone sink back into. Fortunately, he and Scully are able to iron out the kinks later.

Unnamed (Alt. Tumblr)

""She tries to tell him early the morning after their reunion, but she can tell he’s already noticed. He’s quieter, won’t meet her eyes. “Mulder, I got my miracle,” she tries, immediately regretting the singular pronoun. She slips her fingers through his, and lifts his heavy hand to press against her abdomen. 

“I’m happy for you,” he says, almost devoid of any emotion, and that’s when she feels like she’s lost him again."" 

AU-- Scully moved into Mulder's apartment after his death; and can't figure out a way to tell him after he's resurrected.

And Extra Fics I Thought Belonged Here

@settle-down-frohike's (Ao3) Sensory Integration (Tumblr)

""He’s grateful for her restraint, because he can’t handle sudden movements right now. If she were to approach too fast in his direction, he’d end up curled in the fetal position somewhere in a corner, protecting his vital organs. He doesn’t know how he knows this, he just does. He’s like one giant Pavlovian experiment.

Stimulus.

Response.

Repeat.""

Mulder's PTSD starts to ramp up throughout Three Words; but Scully is, as always, there to be his constant in an upside down world.

soverysesual's Kleptomania - Chapter 1

""Uh, Scully, where are all my clothes?”

She could feel her cheeks burn as she realized that she had never brought them back from her apartment.""

Three Words Mulder and Scully have to retrieve some of his things from her apartment; and he is touched she found and utilized his former IVF baby stash.

Michelle Kiefer's Second Wind

""I wonder if Lazarus found reanimation a chilling experience. Did he shiver and pull his burial shroud closer around him? Was he chilled to the core despite Judah's hot sun? Unfortunately, I have no one with whom to compare notes, as old Lazarus is no longer among the living.

Besides, Lazarus was in the tomb, for what-four days? I could do four days standing on my head. Try three months, buddy, and we'll talk.""

Mulder feels the coldness of death always lingering; but finally finds a personalized heater (and pillar of strength) in Scully.

@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's Light Don't Sleep

""Ah, Scully," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "We got our miracle, didn't we?"

Her breath caught and she faltered as the tears fell. "Yes... yes, we did."

Mulder and Scully slot themselves back together as he sorts through what are and aren't his true memories, one loving interaction at a time. And, of course, every good day must end with a bedtime story.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

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[baronessblixen]

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

My first bingo square is: ice skating injury

Summary: Mulder has many talents, but is ice skating one of them? Fluff, UST, hurt/comfort (wc: 1,192)

Tagging @today-in-fic

Sometimes You Need To Have Fun

“You want to do what?” Scully stares at him, the coffee cup in her hand suspended between the desk and her mouth. Six years in and he can still surprise her.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he says. He’s holding her coat and her scarf in his hands, but she’s just sitting there, staring up at him.

“Ice skating, Mulder? Really?”

“Why not? When was the last time you went?” Feeling brave, he loosely puts the scarf around her neck. If he were a little more insane, he’d pull her closer to him, maybe convince her that way. Instead, he chooses to give her a killer smile. He sees her skepticism thaw.

“I must have been when I was a child,” she says slowly. “I don’t know if I still remember how to skate.”

“It’s like riding a bike, Scully. You always say we don’t get out of the basement enough. Here’s your chance.”

She sighs and he knows he has her.

There are more people at the ice rink than Mulder would have expected for the middle of the week. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the small smile around Scully’s lips that hasn’t faded since they’ve left the basement office. They rent skates – Mulder opting for hockey skates – and sit side by side, their shoulders touching as they put them on.

“You ready?” Mulder stands up and grins at her. Scully finishes lacing her skates and stands up, too, wobbling a bit. “Hey there,” he says gently, taking her hands. “Let me help you. You need gloves, Scully. Your hands are ice cold.”

“I’m nervous,” she admits, searching her pockets for her gloves. She puts them on, one hand always on Mulder to steady herself.

“I’ll catch you if you fall.” Mulder winks at her and Scully giggles, convincing him that going ice skating was the best idea he’s had in a while. They make their way out to the rink hand in hand. He briefly wonders if any of these people here will think that they’re a couple. They could be. He wants them to be. This is not a date – not technically, anyway. He has thought about asking her out on a real one, especially after playing baseball together, but he’s worried she’s going to laugh at him.

A group of kids skates past them as they step on the ice, laughing. Scully grips his hand so tightly and so unexpectedly that he almost slips.

“Still think this is a good idea?” Scully asks as she takes the first few tentative steps. Mulder watches her for a moment, mesmerized when a moment later, she’s sliding over the ice confidently.

“You were right,” she says, moving further and further away from him. “It’s like riding a bike. Come on, Mulder.” It’s the challenge in her voice that makes him put one foot in front of the other. He’s slower than her and he feels like he’s never going to catch up with her. But he’s going to try. He gathers speed and confidence watching her. Wind bites into his skin, but seeing Scully smile at him with one eyebrow raised as if asking ‘is that your best?’ is all the heat he needs. He hears her squeal when he barrels towards her but he manages to brake just in time, coming to a stop right in front of her.

“That was close,” she says, her breath visible in the cold air.

“I knew exactly what I was doing,” he lies. His knees are wobbly and he holds on to the handrail with Scully joining him. She’s half leaning against him, watching the other people skate over the ice.

“I forgot how much fun ice skating is.”

“Told ya.” He leans in close, whispering the words right into her ear. She doesn’t turn to him but smiles. He wonders what she’d do if he kissed her. He’s been thinking about kissing her for months now, never finding the perfect moment. Here, with cheesy music playing in the background, them standing close, no work, and no one to stop him, it could be just that. If only he dared.

“Thank you, Mulder,” she says and when she faces him, with her cheeks pink and her eyes wet, he slides forward a bit, making her giggle again. “Better be careful.”

“Me?” He feigns indignation. “I’ll race you,” he says. “If I win…” a kiss, he thinks. That’s all he wants. He doesn’t dare. Not yet. He needs to earn it.

“If you win what, Mulder?” Scully asks, teasing him.

“You’re paying for dinner,” he says before he sets off.

“Hey,” she says, laughing. He laughs, too, speeding up, not caring for anything but winning. That’s his downfall. He sees the child coming toward him too late. When he does, all he can do is take a sharp right and his ice skating skills are far too basic to keep him upright. He struggles, and uses his arms to balance himself out, but it’s no use.

“Mulder!” He hears Scully yelling his name just as he’s crashing down. Something cracks somewhere and pain shoots through his body.

“Mulder.” Scully’s voice is in his ear and as he tries to get up, he finds her next to him, on her knees.

“Did you- did you fall, too?” he asks, his own pain forgotten momentarily.

“No, Mulder, I didn’t. Did you hit your head?” She examines his head, tilting it this way and that.

“I don’t think I did.”

“What hurts?” He considers lying and saying he’s fine. He doesn’t want this to end. This is not how it was supposed to go. But the pain in his arm is overwhelming and he feels dizzy.

“My arm,” he says. “I think… I think I hurt my arm.”

“Another nice trip to the hospital,” Scully says with a small smile and he appreciates her attempt at humor. “Let me get up and then I’ll help you, okay? Don’t put pressure on your arm.” It takes them a moment to make it off the ice.

“Do you really think I need to go to the hospital?” A group of children laugh when they see Scully unlacing his skates.

“I do. Your arm might be broken.”

“This is not how I imagined this to go, you know.”

“I know, Mulder.”

“I wanted to take you to dinner after and…” he’s said more than he meant to say.

“Well,” Scully says, helping him into his shoes. “It may not be a fancy restaurant, but we can eat at the hospital. You’re paying, though.”

“Like a date?” Mulder asks, his eyes growing wide. Maybe Scully has entertained the same thoughts he has these last few months.

“Maybe,” she says, avoiding his eyes. Her pink cheeks give her intentions away and he smiles. He knew they were never going to do this the normal way.

“What if my arm is broken?” he asks, the thought just now occurring to him. Skinner will kill him.

“We’ll deal with that, too.”

His Scully, his hero. And his date for the foreseeable future. No matter what happens next, he has no regrets.

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[lilydalexf]

👽 X-Files Season 7 Fic, Part 11

There are so many great stories set in season 7 of The X-Files! Here are even more, following seven prior sets of season 7 fic recs. There are a lot of good season 7 stories. Enjoy! Parts 1 ** 2 ** 3 ** 4 ** 5 ** 6 ** 7 ** 8 ** 9 ** 10 Aquinnah by Anjou Axiom by allimarie Birthday Series by @syntax6 Hallowed by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) Harmonice Mundi by @aloysiavirgata Into the Light by @msrafterdark keeping count by scullyism Learning Curve by JLB Mezzo Luna by msk Secret Spots by @baronessblixen Strangers and the Strange Dead by Kipler throat, eye and knucklebone by audries (@audriesfic) Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Untitled by @aloysiavirgata Untitled "Millennium" fic by @aloysiavirgata Untitled "Orison" crossover fic by @aloysiavirgata Wishes by @baronessblixen

#fic rec #roundup #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #season 7 #new post

[bakedbakermom]

Good Morning

Rated X // 2300 words // Read on A03

tagging @today-in-fic @ao3feed-msr

Summary:

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Notes:

A little smutbiscuit for Kinktober 2023. Prompts: morning sex, frottage, (light) somno. I was 3 or 4 days into writing this fic when the painfully talented @msrafterdark posted this piece and it was like fate and the universe had come together.

He loves her first thing in the morning.

Well, he loves her all the time—volleying theories back and forth across the office over burnt coffee and crappy photocopies, singing along off-key to whatever radio station comes through the static three hours into a road trip from one corner of nowhere to another, lounging on a tiny motel bed with sharp springs and a pile of reports spread out like snow across scratchy blankets. He loves her on his couch sharing a beer after a long day, in her kitchen as they dole out boxes of takeaway (broccoli beef extra spicy for him, kung pao tofu for her, and she always nabs the carrots from his shrimp fried rice), nestled against him with her tiny feet propped up on the coffee table and a bad movie on TV. He loves her when she presses her sweet lips to his and breathes hot into his mouth, when she wraps her smooth white legs around his waist and whimpers “more,” when she clenches around him in the dark as she shatters on a gasp of his name. Oh yes, he definitely loves her then.

But he especially loves her first thing in the morning.

It’s something about how soft she is. Agent Scully is all crisp lines and barbed tongue, the creases of her suits pressed sharp enough to kill a man as she slices through the hallways of the Hoover Building like a red-headed sword of justice, eyes flashing blue steel. Agent Scully can unman the most cantankerous and blustering small-town sheriff with the twitch of one razored brow, can force Death itself at scalpel-point to surrender the most intimate secrets of the grave.

Agent Scully flashes through her days like a machete, too sharp to touch and so blindingly bright it hurts him to look at her sometimes. But Morning Scully. Oh Morning Scully…

Her edges blur in the evening, melting under his words and his mouth and his hands, but it takes until morning for her to grow butter-soft and creamy between the rumpled sheets of their bed—her bed or his, both are theirs, though this particular morning they’re secure behind door 42, the honeyed sunlight of a rare empty Sunday drizzling through the blinds and illuminating the intricate dance of the little dust motes that hang in the air. She sleeps on her side with her back to the window, the light catching her crimson hair in a nimbus that he thinks would inspire a better man to painting or poetry, but reduces him to gibbering wonderment.

He watches her sleep with something like awe. Her lips slack and slightly parted, still plump and red from kissing. Freckles sprinkled like cinnamon across her sleep-pinked cheeks, hair in a delightfully tousled disarray that makes him think of sunset clouds and cotton candy. There’s a little crease between her eyebrows as if she’s dreaming of something unpleasant, and he smoothes it oh so gently with his thumb. He doesn’t want to wake her; he’s not done looking yet. 

The sheets have shifted as they slept, revealing the hourglass curve of her side, the mole cradled just inside the firm crest of her hip. She had whimpered last night as he tongued it, a long detour on his slow journey to the oasis between her thighs. Her body is ripe with secrets to explore, his mental map of her slowly filling in as he traverses every hill and valley. He writes “here be monsters” beneath her ribs where she is too ticklish to touch, “here be angels” on the curve of her breast where the gentle scrape of his teeth makes her breath hitch. He finds heaven in the cradle of her hips, nirvana in the fragrant skin of her neck, paradise in the lush press of her lips.

Morning Scully may be soft, but Morning Mulder is getting decidedly less so by the minute.

She stirs slightly and rolls onto her back, the sheet slipping down the slope of her breast. One rosey nipple emerges into the cool morning air, pebbling quickly into a tantalizing peak, and he can’t resist anymore. He leans over her and circles it gently with his tongue, then pulls it into his mouth. He licks and sucks, feeling her flesh tighten even more, and when he scrapes his teeth against it, her chest jumps beneath him. She sucks in a breath, and her hands come up to card slowly through his hair. “Morning, Mulder,” she murmurs, her words still slurred with sleep.

“Good morning, Scully,” he answers as his mouth slides wetly to her other breast, on which he lavishes the same attention as the first, the slow and thorough consideration of his lips and teeth and tongue. Her breathing quickens, her pulse jumping visibly beneath the soft skin of her throat, and she moans low and long. He runs one hand up her leg, and her thighs part with a contented sigh; his fingers move higher until they brush against the curls of her sex, parting them to reach the hot, slick slit beneath. Morning Scully is always putty in his hands, her limbs loose and heavy, making love to him like something from a dream. “Sleep well?”

“Mmmhmm.” Her hips move in small circles as he plays between her legs, right on the line between soothing and arousing, and a blush blooms across her chest. “Wh-what time’s it?”

“Late.” He kisses his way up her neck, suckles on her earlobe until she whimpers softly. She still hasn’t opened her eyes. “I let you sleep in as long as I could stand it. Sorry.”

“S’okay.” His fingers skim her entrance and she twitches beneath him. “This is a nice way to wake up.”

“Do you want to go back to sleep?”

Her face scrunches adorably, and she makes a grumpy whining sound in her throat. “Maybe?”

He smiles into her skin, presses his fingers just barely inside her. “Do you want me to stop while you figure it out?”

Eyes still closed, lower lip between her teeth, she smiles and shakes her head. 

Her body is sleep-warm and limp as he drags her thigh over his hip, opening her to him. His erection presses into the firm flesh of her ass as he strokes her, coaxing her arousal slowly to life. He slides his fingers through the slick folds of her sex, coating them in her wetness; some of it must be from last night, when he had pressed her into the cushions of the creaking leather couch and come inside her with a cry that made the upstairs neighbor bang on the ceiling—and then again, in this bed, as she rode him like a prize pony until they both came apart at the seams. She clenched around him like a vise as they came together, and the way he spasmed inside her only set her off again, until their orgasms seemed to feed off each other in an ouroboros of pleasure that felt endless and left them both gasping, shaking, too exhausted to even roll off the wet spot, let alone clean up properly.

She’s slick halfway down her thighs.

“Fuck, Scully, you’re so wet. You feel so good.” He slides his tongue into her ear and one finger into her slippery, aching heat, and her neck arches off the bed. “You felt good last night, too, especially the second time”—and now he scrapes his teeth along the shell of her ear, slides a second finger alongside the first—“when your pussy was already full of my cum, when I could feel it leaking out of you as I fucked you.”

“Jesus, Mulder,” she gasps, and spreads herself open even more, hooking her leg behind him and shifting a little onto her side. He holds her across her stomach and gathers her partly on top of him; her head falls back on his shoulder so he can tongue the soft column of her throat, nibble the sweet ridge along her collarbone. He ruts against her as his fingers pump slowly in and out, her clit hardening beneath his thumb. One arm is still trapped against the mattress, and he wriggles it free as best he can to fondle her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers.

She moans, squirming against him and pushing her ass deliciously against his hard length, begging for more. A quick shift of her hips, an awkward moment of fumbling, and then his cock is no longer trapped between their bodies but gliding between her slickened labia, and she brings a hand down to press him more tightly against her. He thrusts languidly, trapped between her hot little fingers and her even hotter cunt; he skims across her entrance with each stroke, rubs the head of his cock against her clit, her hips rolling in counterpoint to his sweet, unhurried rhythm. She reaches backward to grab his hair, whimpering, and his newly unoccupied hand busies itself at her other breast, groping and tweaking them in tandem.

“I love making you feel good, Scully.” His voice is velvet and gravel, his cock almost painfully hard against her molten core, and he talks to keep from embarrassing himself by coming before he’s even gotten inside her. “I love making you wet, feeling your clit pulse under my fingers, my tongue.” He licks her from shoulder to ear, leaving a glistening line of saliva along her skin, then sucks on the sensitive little spot where her jaw meets her throat. Soft little oh s spill from her lips as she grinds harder against his cock, and stars crowd his vision. “I love making you come, over and over. The sounds that you make, the way you smell, the way you squeeze me with your tight, wet cunt. ”

“Oh God.” Her whole body shudders and he feels a warm trickle of arousal coat his cock. Her face turns into the pillow, muffling the increasing volume of her moans. Greedy for the sound of her, he cups her jaw to pull her into a long, sloppy kiss, swallowing each whimper as she writhes against him with growing desperation.

“Are you awake yet, Scully?”

“Yes,” she pants helplessly against his mouth, his cock gliding between her soaked folds with almost no resistance. Soft, wet sounds fill the room, broken only by her breathy moans, his desperate panting. “More,” she manages to gasp. “God, more.”

His arm tightens around her stomach, and in one smooth move he drags her fully on top of him and scoots until his back is against the headboard. Her thighs fall to either side of his and he spreads her wide, his thick cock still thrusting along her slickened sex. She drops her head back against his shoulder and he growls, “Touch yourself,” into her ear.

A moment of hesitation, a deepening blush in her cheeks, and then she obeys. He watches her hand moving in quick tight circles over her clit, brushing the head of his cock as he slides it up and down the length of her. He slips just barely inside and she cries out, chasing him with her body when he withdraws, teasing her again and again. She gasps his name between casual blasphemies, notes in a symphony of moans and whimpers. “I want you inside me,” she finally begs. Her hand is slick with her own arousal as she wraps it around his cock, pumping him slowly, holding him against her entrance. She arches back to kiss him, plunges her tongue into his mouth, unable to stop the embarrassingly high-pitched whines coming from her throat. “Fuck, Mulder, I need you inside me when I come.”

“I live to serve,” he purrs against her mouth, and thrusts firmly upward, impaling her in one smooth motion. A loud cry pours from her throat—the neighbors are definitely going to complain again—and then she’s riding him for all she’s worth, her hips rolling and the muscles in her thighs clenching as she gallops toward release.

“Yes, oh God, Mulder, yes,” she gasps again and again, breathless and wanton, her tits bouncing in his hands as he pinches her nipples and her fingers making ever-more-frantic circles over her clit. “Close, so close, harder—”

Her words melt into a loud moan as he begins to plunge into her from below, his feet braced against the bed for leverage and his cock bumping against her cervix with every stroke. “Yes, Scully,” he hisses into her ear. “I want to feel it. Fuck me until you come.”

She’s tight and clenching around him, hotter than hell and slicker than sin, and his hand leaves her breast to join her fingers, stroking her clit together. He bites her nape, hard, and with a startled “ Oh! ” she shatters, her inner walls squeezing his cock in strong, rhythmic flutters as she gushes around him.

“Christ, Scully, did you just–?! Oh my god–!” Before she has a chance to answer or even catch her breath, he squeezes her tightly against his body and thrusts hard and fast, unable to hold back any longer. His ass lifts off the bed as he pistons in and out of her, desperate for release, and when she tightens around him again he comes with a roar—someone next door bangs on the wall—spurting hot inside her until his eyes roll back in his head and his vision goes red at the edges.

He comes down to find himself spooned against her, her ass cradled in the bowl of his hips as he softens inside her. They’ve made quite a mess, but his legs are burning like he’s been running for miles, and she’s gone completely limp against him; the last thing he can imagine is getting out of bed.

Still, he tries to be a gentleman.

“Want me to make some coffee? Then maybe a shower?”

She shakes her head against the pillow and pulls his arm tighter around her body. “I think I might be falling back asleep.”

He smiles into her hair. “Want me to wake you up a little later?”

“Absolutely.”

Hope you enjoyed! As always, comments will be printed and pasted into my little self-esteem scrapbook <3

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[dsmulder4u]

"We walked together to our condo, not being able to pay attention to anything else but us."

That's the last sentence of my new fic I am currently working on.

Wow, 17 words. Now I'll play the WIP game of @agent troi...

@katy-kt-katie @agent-troi @baronessblixen @msrafterdark @rxdheaddana @phillippadgettwrites @today-in-fic @cecilysass @alienbaby-babymama @admiralty-xfd @borogirl @drislesbabe @monikafilefan @fistful-of-fandom @femkehermus @knowleitall-super-soldier @lilydalexf

#agenttroi

[catharsisxf]

I'm an embarrassingly slow writer so I won't be posting a fic per day but I'll hopefully make it through a few of these prompts from @msrafterdark!

Dashing through the Snow

Rating: G

Prompt: Best Christmas ever

AO3 link

____________________

S,

Meet me tomorrow at the base of the Masonic Temple. 9am. Dress warmly.

-M

Scully had gotten back to the office rather late on Friday after an autopsy had gone longer than expected. Still she was surprised that Mulder had seemingly already left for the weekend. As intrigued as she was by the note he'd left on her desk she sincerely hoped she hadn't gotten up early on the weekend for a case. It was only a couple days before Christmas and she really really needed to finish her shopping.

The Masonic Temple in Alexandria was situated at the top of large hill that gave impressive views of the surrounding area. Last night was the first decent snowfall of the season and as she trudged up one of the pathways leading to the building she noticed numerous families sledding down the terraced hillsides.

She spotted him immediately as she made it to the top of the hill. Wearing the bright green alien knit hat she got him as a gag gift last year he was practically bouncing up and down scanning the crowds for her. His toothy grin as he spotted her made her insides flip in a way that she wasn't quite ready to acknowlege.

"Right on time!" he beamed. He gestured to the large wooden toboggan next to him and waggled his eyebrows playfully.

"Mulder," she said as if he'd just presented her a slideshow about Bigfoot being personally responsible for crop circles. "You can't be serious."

"C'mon Scully, this is one of the best sledding locations in the area. We can't pass this up!"

She smirked at his giddiness and eventually nodded in acceptance. Mulder positioned the toboggan at the edge of the slope and motioned for her to have a seat. She had assumed they'd be taking turns but was surprised when he situated himself snugly behind her. Reaching around her to grab the strap he nudged them forward slightly. "Ready?" She nodded. Unsure of what to do with her hands she grasped his upper arms tightly.

As they took off down the hillside they quickly gained speed, the other riders becoming a blur in her peripheral vision. She felt a couple moments of weightlessness as they careened over the terraced slope. Coming to a stop at the bottom she felt breathless both from adrenaline and the feeling of Mulder's warm body wrapped around her.

"Whoo!" he exclaimed. "Let's go again! His enthusiasm was contagious and she found herself racing him back up to the top.

After a few more runs they headed back to their cars in comfortable silence, Mulder dragging the toboggan behind him. "The last Christmas I spent with Samantha we went sledding," he said suddenly. Scully glanced at him in surprise but he kept his eyes trained on the ground. "There were a couple places around the island where you could sled and she begged me for days to take her. It snowed Christmas morning so we spent all day sledding. She was so happy." He slowed and finally looked at her. "It was the best Christmas ever," he said quietly, a wistful smile on his face.

Her heart broke for the boy who whose world was shattered so long ago. Not for the first time she wondered how different he would be now if his childhood memories weren't forever tinged with sadness around the edges.

Stopping in front of her car she raised on her tiptoes and gave him a lingering kiss on his wind-reddened cheek. Pulling back she saw his eyes open slowly and a dreamy look on his face. "Merry Christmas, Mulder."

"Best Christmas ever," he whispered.

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[gaycrouton]

“Scully, you’re not gonna believe this.”

Art: @msrafterdark

#msr #x files #scully #mulder #dana scully #mulder and scully #fox mulder

[xxsksxxx]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

Tagged by the wonderful @baronessblixen !

Thank you for tagging me! 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

3

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

22,718

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Movable Forces

Liberating the Mirage

Shadows and Light

5. Do you respond to comments?

Always. I still check every time I get a comment whether the commenter might have mistaken my fic for another story and they meant to comment on the other one. I’m definitely going to say thank you to everyone who took the time to leave a comment.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don’t really think any of them ended with an angsty outcome.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

They all ended happily so far.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven’t. And I hope it stays that way. That’s not an experience I need to have.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I haven’t. I’m not a huge pwp reader anyway so I doubt that’s something I’ll ever do. I’d like to be able to write a good smut scene though one day.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven’t written any.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, I don’t think so.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven’t.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder and Scully (MSR)

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

A fic that I’ve had in my head for now 27 years. I wish I could just sit down and write it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’ve been told I’m good at writing atmosphere and settings. I have to trust them on that as I have no way of looking at my writing objectively.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Overthinking. I’ll plot and plan and rethink and do yet another round of research—only to start the whole outline over again. I seriously need to stop thinking and just start writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

As in the characters speak a different language? I haven’t done that so far but I think I’d ask a native speaker if they could look over it.

Or as in writing in a foreign language as an author? Well, it’s intimidating and a bit scary but there’s nothing I can do. I’m not a native speaker so I either have to suck it up or stop writing.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Actually written the fic down? The X-Files. Written stories in my head? Probably Nils Holgersson when I was three. 🤣🪿

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

All of them.

I’m tagging @scullyswifey @amplifyme @randomfoggytiger @msrafterdark and everyone who wants to play.

#personal post #asks #xf fanfic #xfiles #fanfic

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: Beefy Revival Mulder (and Other Muscular Mentions)

Anon from three days ago, rejoice!-- for I have scrounged my fic collection (took me all three of those days) to find every single fic that focuses on, alludes to, or slightly mentions Mulder in his levelled-up Revival physique. (Most of these stories are not exclusively about Mulder's muscles, but there will always be a mention or an implication hidden somewhere within.)

Loose chronological order below~.

ThatWALKERKid's

Of all the things this unremarkable house has seen

Breakup Mulder jogs his property, mulling on his misery.

Coffee. It’s always better with you

Mulder always meets Scully's coffee needs.

@baronessblixen‘s (Ao3) 

Prompt season 10-11

Breakup Fox "I'm doing okay without you" Mulder somehow twists that sentence around to his benefit, luring Scully inside the UH.

@adrianne68/2momsmakearight's (WBM)

48. “Why does it hurt so much?”/For Better or For Worse

Mulder and Scully are afraid to return to the FBI; and both relive their past fears and vow not to repeat those mistakes.

@msrafterdark (Ao3)

Unnamed (Ao3)

Scully really, really likes Mulder's new "improvements."

@hemisphaeric's (Ao3) Mulder you need new clothes

Scully is amused over Mulder's "trying on old suits in preparation for getting his job back" antics.

@oohnotvery/@timshel901/the_eternal_optimist's Yours and Mine

Mulder and Scully are investigating a case where close work colleagues end up forgetting each other. Of course, they're intercepted, drugged, and kidnapped the minute their plane touches down.

@scapegrace74-blog's (Ao3) Fictober Day 10, Theme: Suits

Scully is exasperated to become Mulder's suit consultant... particularly because he's upset to have gone up a pant size.

OnlyFoxMulder/FoxyFoxMulder's

Jealousy

When Mulder realizes Scully is jealous of a younger woman, he is quick to reassure her that she hasn't aged or faded.

The Truth They Both Know - Chapter 4

Post Robot Episode Mulder drags out his shattered family's photo albums; and is touched by Scully's ensuing confessions.

FridaysAt9's Happy Birthday, Scully!

Mulder gets he and Scully off work to celebrate her birthday.

contradiction_to_nature's (Ao3) Fic: Liminal

Post the Werelizard, Mulder wants to know if Scully considers him still "hers." He then baits-and-switches with fraternization rules.

Defnotmeyo’s (WBM, Alt. WBM) Riptide

Post Home Again Mulder is given advice from all members of Scully's family, their love and concern for her outweighing their dislike of him.

Big_Blue's New Beginning

Post Home Again Mulder cares for Scully after she's injured on a case, comforting and soothing her after nightmares.

JenAndrews's

The Fires of Babylon

Post Babylon Mulder is sappily grateful that Scully is here with him; and both apologize while his memories run rampant, connecting their past to their present.

Rainbow Umbrella

Finale Scully has a vision of their daughter and Mulder buying an umbrella in the future; and that premonition secured her faith and steadied herself and Mulder through his anxieties over her possible pregnancy and its confirmation.

@debbierhea/thexfilesbabe/i-am-alittle-on-edge (WBM) missing

Post My Struggle III Mulder is worried when Scully wishes she had died and breaks down crying. Both linger in a sad, comforting moment.

@perfectmagnet's After William, All Things

Post Ghouli Mulder asks Scully if she'll move back; and feels whole for the first time while they swing on the porch.

@fbismostunwanted1158/ElizabethJaneway1158's

Missed Steps - Chapter 1

Post Robot episode Scully tweaks her ankle while running around. Mulder tries to find easy topics to discuss while the two "geezers" navigate their path around her injury.

Bridges

While on a case, Scully gets a nosebleed, breaking through Mulder's panic by reminding him of similar incidences at other locations with high altitudes.

WordsSpillFromMyOpenVeins_89's

Maybe There's Hope - Chapter 2

Post Finale Mulder cradles little baby hope in his arms.

@thespookyintrovert/PiecesOfScully's

A Good Day (Tumblr)

Post Finale William was (is) proven to be Mulder and Scully's child; and both are happy despite the bittersweet circumstances.

paranormalbouquet's a beat in time

AU-- Finale Scully remembers her and Mulder's words in Bellefleur; and decides to tell him about her pregnancy before he goes on his latest madcap search.

@o6666666's (Ao3) Untitled MSIV fix-it fic

AU-- Finale Mulder watches, helpless, as Scully jumps into the pier after her son. Jackson ends up doubling back to save her.

@paperheartsarts/Paper_hearts_and_homemade_arts's A Name

Post Finale Mulder is assured that he is loved (despite his first name); but it was all a sympathy ploy for his pickup line.

@monikafilefan/MonikaFileFan's

Language of Love: Prompts of Angst and Romance - Chapter 4

Post Finale Mulder is sympathetic and amused by Scully's various pregnancy complaints.

A Merry Little Christmas Now

Post Finale Mulder spends Christmas re-memorizing, enjoying, and missing his family with Scully.

One Spooky All Hallows' Eve (Tumblr)

Post Finale Mulder is going above and beyond for his daughter's first Halloween; and Scully ends up patching up his and Jackson's and their daughter's messes.

@storybycorey's (Ao3, FFN) It's A Brand New Day

Post Finale Scully has constant run-ins with various "Dawn"s throughout her life; and ends up honoring that legacy with her daughter's name.

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic's Meg

Post Finale Mulder has fun keeping his partner's pouty, wandering eye in-check; which prepares him for the lusty, cantankerous attitude his little girl exhibits.

RoseThornhill's Alice is a Punk Rocker

Post Finale Mulder soothes his LOUD little girl with wild songs (to Scully's unending amusement.)

@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's In Her Eyes

Post Finale Mulder's heart grows every day with both of his loving little redheads, one who thinks he'll die without red hair and the other who can always cure him.

WildwingSuz/Suzanne Feld's Deja Vu (Ao3)

AU-- Mulder recalls the time Scully had tracked down, observed the Van de Kamps, transitioning the conversation away from heavier topics into a back-and-forth about non-proposals.

allthistime's i think i know you from somewhere

AU-- Revival Scully and 93 Scully briefly swap places, fascinating their Mulders; and both Mulders return the favor by validating and reassuring their partners.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #fic #Collector's Edition #Mulder #Beefy Revival Mulder #and Other Muscular Mentions #S11 #Revival #ThatWALKERKid #baronessblixen #adrianne68 #2momsmakearight #msrafterdark #hemisphaeric #oohnotvery #timshel901 #the_eternal_optimist #scapegrace74-blog #OnlyFoxMulder #FoxyFoxMulder #FridaysAt9 #contradiction_to_nature #Big_Blue #Defnotmyeo #defnotmeyo #Jen Andrews #perfectmagnet #debbierhea #thexfilesbabe #i-am-alittle-on-edge

[arizona086]

MSRAFTERDARK part 2

#msr #art #mulder and scully #msrafterdark #season 11 #the x files

[storybycorey]

Twenty questions for fanfic writers

Thank you I was tagged by @frogsmulder, Thank youuuu! 💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

82 holy cow!

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

258,068

3. What fandoms do you write for?

XFiles, then I also wrote one for The Fall

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Stay

Beyond the Strokes of a Typewriter

The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet

The Today Series

Inevitable Things

5. Do you respond to comments?

Gosh I used to respond to every one, but it just got to be too difficult, and I got out of the habit. I still feel guilty about it. Now, if I get a really nice one on AO3, I'll respond though.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I think the last fic I wrote (Birthday Party) was probably the angstiest, both in ending and throughout, but I could be forgetting some along the way!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh geez, most of them have happy endings, as a great majority of what I write is smut! Maybe It's a Brand New Day, since the timeline on that is current (baby #2), and it paints a positive picture of their future going forward.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I don't remember that I ever have, so I count myself lucky!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Does Mulder like sunflower seeds? Does Scully have Daddy issues? YES, I definitely write smut, almost exclusively. But it comes in all forms- sometimes dirty, sometimes angsty, sometimes fluffy, sometimes humorous, etc. etc. I write it in all forms.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, and I honestly don't really enjoy reading them either.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of, knock on wood.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I do seem to remember someone asking permission to translate a couple fics of mine a long time ago.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Meg (@msrafterdark) and I started with the thought of cowriting a fic about different points of the relationship where Mulder has spanked Scully, but we never really got it off the ground lol. Though I did release a portion that I wrote here.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Ugh, I started a fic many months ago about the two of them trapped in a closet together, but my interest in it has kind of fizzled out. So I don't know if I will finish it or not. Sigh.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I can write poetically and do beautiful things with words, and that makes me happy!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am a sloooowwwww writer. Which means I don't do well with involved plots, etc, because then I'd never finish anything!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it and don't expect I will in the future.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Formally, the XFiles, although I wrote out little scenarios for Scarecrow & Mrs. King, Moonlighting, and I think Cheers when I was a teenager.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I never have a great answer for this, because they're all my babies!

I love my When the Lights Are Off series, love Once Upon a Time in a Basement, Inevitable Things, Stay... I don't know, I can't decide!

#thanks so much for the tag! #when I get tagged in these it makes me feel like maybe I'm still a writer lol!

[xfilesfanficexchange]

Christus natalis cantus

Author: @msrafterdark​ For: misssilverwoods Mulder and Scully are visited by the ghosts of Christmas past, present and future. Link Here

#XFSecretSanta2022 22/28

Art: @sutexii​

#XFSecretSanta2022 #mulder #scully #msr #x files #fanfic #x files fanfic

[baronessblixen]

Stolen Christmas Moments

Day 4: Stolen Mistletoe Kiss

I'm doing the 24 Days of X-Mas Files Challenge that msrafterdark posted!

Summary: Scully is celebrating Christmas in San Diego and Mulder? Misses her so much that he decides to take a few chances. (wc: 1,701, fluff)

Tagging @today-in-fic

He hasn’t thought this plan through at all. The only problem is that he doesn’t realize it until it’s much too late.

“What are you doing here?” Bill Jr. asks him and his grouchy face doesn’t fit at all with the whimsical Christmas sweater he’s wearing. Mulder wonders if Scully is wearing a similar one. Whether Mrs. Scully got all her children matching sweaters. He wouldn’t put it past her. But now is not the time to lose himself in thoughts.

“You couldn’t have called?” Bill goes on. “You have to ruin another Christmas by showing up here?”

He should defend himself. But how? Bill is right. He has no right to be here. Scully left a few days ago, smiling brightly from ear to ear, reminding him that she would be in San Diego for the holidays. He had wished her a merry Christmas like the good partner he is and promised himself – and her – that he wouldn’t call her.

Well, he hasn’t called her. In a moment of pure insanity, he booked a flight to San Diego and here he is, standing in front of her big brother, who is crossing his arms in front of his chest like a bodyguard.

He really should have thought this through.

“Sc- Dana said not to call her.” Of all the things he could have said, he chooses this. Bill blinks at him, seemingly surprised. “I- she forgot something and I thought I’d… bring it to her."

“What did she forget?” Maybe Bill should start working for the FBI. He’s asking all the right questions and making Mulder squirm. What could she have possibly forgotten? What could be so important that he had to fly out to San Diego to bring it to her?

“What,” and Bill’s face comes dangerously close to his, “has she forgotten that is so important?”

“Um,” Mulder says, taking a step back. This was a dumb decision. He’s made a few of these in this life but this one ranks high. Very high. He decides to change course. Bill already hates him anyway and no matter what he says, that won’t change.

“I’m gonna be honest with you, Bill,” he starts and surprise flashes on the other’s man’s face. Much like his sister, he is easy to read; Mulder is fluent in Scully expressions.

“Dana didn’t forget anything. The reason I’m here is simple.” As simple as it is, it’s damn difficult to admit it. It’s one thing to admit it to himself while sitting on the couch in his apartment, his fish his only company. It’s another to admit it to Scully’s brother who’d rather he disappeared from his sister’s life.

“Is that Fox?” Mrs. Scully appears at the door and she, too, is wearing a reindeer sweater with a blinking red nose. Mulder smiles sheepishly. “Oh, what a surprise,” she says and sounds honest. “Bill, let Fox in. Dana will be so excited to see you.”

“Mom, he wasn’t invited,” Bill says.

“There’s enough room here and food. It’s cold, Bill. Let Fox in and close the door.”

“It’s San Diego,” Bill says, “it’s anything but cold. But I guess I have to let you in,” he says turning to Mulder. He nods, swallowing.

“Thank you.” Bill trots off as Mulder takes off his shoes and his coat. He still hasn’t figured out what he’s going to say to Scully. People he’s never seen in his life are walking around the Scully house. Their hair colors and shapes look vaguely familiar, so he figures they’re all somehow related. He’s crashed into a full-blown Scully Christmas celebration.

“Mulder?” And there she is. The reason he flew across the country without a single thought. Or even a present. Fuck. He did this all wrong. But her face lights up and she smiles up at him as if genuinely happy to see him here. “What are you- why are you in San Diego? Please tell me it’s not another case.”

“No,” he says with a slight shake of his head. “Not a case. I know you said not to call you but-”

“I meant not to call me about work, Mulder. You know that. So why are you here? You were just in the neighborhood?” She’s teasing him. She’s honest to god teasing him. With him showing up here out of the blue, she could be angry, she could be sending him away. She’s doing neither. Instead, she’s smiling softly at him. As if she wanted him here as much as he wanted to spend Christmas with her.

“I- I was just in the neighborhood,” he confirms with a grin. “Unless you want me to leave again.”

“Don’t you dare. Though we need to find something for you to wear.”

“What’s wrong with my clothes?”

“We’re all wearing these,” Scully says, pointing at her Christmas sweater. There’s a huge smiling snowman on hers and it looks so soft that Mulder wants to touch it. “We’ll find you one.” When she takes his hand, he marvels at how warm her skin feels.

“Come on upstairs. My mom always has at least one extra sweater.”

“Shouldn’t you, I don’t know, ask her?” Mulder lets himself be dragged up the stairs, well aware that this is Bill Jr.’s house. He doubts the other man wants him up here. Or anywhere, really. Scully, however, doesn’t seem to care. She’s still smiling, going into one of the bedrooms and leaving the door wide open. Mulder remains outside, scared to follow her.

“I’m sharing with my mom,” she lets him know. “I knew it.” She returns a few moments later, holding another colorful Christmas sweater.

“You’re not serious.”

“If you want to spend Christmas with the Scullys, Mulder, you must look the part. You can go change in there.” She points at what he supposes is the bathroom. He takes the unbelievably soft sweater and closes the door behind him to catch his breath.

Did not think this through, he reminds himself as he takes off his own sweater to put on the Scully Christmas sweater. It’s a bit snug but it will do. He looks at himself in the mirror and smiles. He looks as ridiculous as the rest of them. He needs to thank Scully for this. For accepting him into her brother’s home and making him a part of this.

Just as he’s about to leave, he sees it: mistletoe. Who would put mistletoe in the bathroom? He doesn’t even think about it. He leans up and unties it, stuffing it into his jeans pocket. Maybe it will come in handy later.

Mulder doesn’t remember the last time he had this much fun. Even Bill Jr. is friendly to him, bringing him a glass of punch.

“You don’t think it’s poisoned, do you?” Mulder asks Scully, smelling the fruity concoction.

“He wouldn’t dare do that to Mom on Christmas.”

“So you do think he would poison me?” Mulder takes a sip, reveling in the sweet taste.

“Not on Christmas.” Scully winks at him, making him wonder how much punch she’s had. Seeing her this happy is a dream come true. This is what he wanted for her. This is what he wanted to witness, too.

Last year he almost fucked it up by taking up too much of her time. Always unable to let her go. Bill Jr. is right when he calls him a selfish bastard. He wants to spend time with Scully like this, too. Carefree. Happy. Christmas is not the only thing he almost ruined last year. The kiss that never was. Blurting an I love you in the hospital after she once again saved his ass. The whole Diana business. This year, he wants to do everything right.

“Scully, I didn’t bring any presents.”

“No one will notice, Mulder.” She pats his hand.

“I don’t have a gift for you either.”

“I don’t need a present.” When she turns to him, her cheeks are pink and her blue eyes are sparkling. “I’d like some company while I get some fresh air though.” This is his moment. This is it. He follows her outside as if in a trance, the mistletoe poking his thigh. It’s dark already, but it doesn’t feel like it with the Christmas lights surrounding them. It’s not cold here in San Diego, but there’s a cool breeze and Scully stands close to him, sharing his warmth.

“I do have something,” Mulder says after a moment of comfortable silence. “I’m not sure how original the gift is or if it’s something you like, but…” He puts his hand in his pocket, winces when his skin gets caught on the mistletoe, and takes it out.

“Is that- Mulder, is that mistletoe?”

He nods, smiling softly. “I have to admit that I stole it.”

“From where?” Scully is smiling too.

“Upstairs bathroom. I saw it and- Scully, the reason I came here isn’t that I was looking to steal mistletoe and kiss you. But maybe it’s part of it. I was sitting at home and I was missing you. I was thinking about last year and how much fun we had.” She raises her eyebrows. “It was fun, wasn’t it? In hindsight. Anyway, it made me realize that I didn’t want to spend Christmas without you.”

“Why didn’t you call?”

“I should have. I know I shouldn’t have flown here but- I thought I’d take a chance.” And he’s doing it again, offering her the mistletoe. She takes it, turning it around in her palm.

“Guess it’s my turn now, hm?” Scully looks at him and then lifts her arm, barely reaching over his head, but it doesn’t matter. They meet in the middle and when Scully lets go of the mistletoe, it lands in his hair, and as their kiss heats up, in the snow.

When they go back inside a few minutes later, Mrs. Scully asks if it’s cold because they’re both pink-faced. Their pinkies meet out of Mrs. Scully’s sight and they both nod in unison. Mrs. Scully probably doesn't believe them - if her face is an indication - but nothing else matters tonight. Scully kissed him. His Christmas wish has already come true.

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hi! do you know of any fics where mulder or scully (i think this fits either of them well) ask the other "can i kiss you?" ? its my favourite fic "trope" but i think ive only found one xf fic that does it and i cant even remember it, please help!

Thank you for this ask! I have (many) older asks I maybe should've answered first, but it was very fun compiling this rec list of fics where one of Mulder and Scully asks the other "Can I kiss you?" Enjoy! Anamorphosis by Megan Reilly Assigned to find a horrifying serial murderer, Agent Scully discovers things about herself and her past that she never suspected. City of Light by Bonetree On the run through the American Southwest, Scully and Mulder flee the shadowy forces of Owen Curran and Padden's government agents, who threaten their freedom and their lives. On the way, they must also struggle with their own demons, which threaten to tear them apart. (Part of the Goshen universe) Eleventh Hour by Rachel Anton Some feeling defy the confines of time. Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by Jenna Tooms Scully comes to Mulder with a wound only he can heal. general conundrums by @intrepidment Nonsense fluff. Impulse by Suzanne Schramm Mulder and Scully investigate some strange doings in a little town where people seem to have no control over their actions. Let's Bee Together by @baronessblixen Set during IWTB: Scully comes home from the hospital to find a bored and restless Mulder has picked up an interesting new hobby: apiculture. Little Notes by aRcaDIaNFall$ Mulder and Scully are bored in a meeting and start passing notes... The Mad Physicist & The Lab Rat by littlemisfit5290 (@alittlemissfit) "Who said I was even going to the party?” “I said you are if you plan on knowing whether I dressed up as a sexy alien or that beast woman.” MSR, pre IWTB, Halloween fluff. The Most Wonderful Time of the Year by Baroness_Blixen (@baronessblixen) For the first time ever, the FBI is doing a secret Santa exchange. But what do you do when you're not paired with the only person you can imagine exchanging gifts with? You do everything in your power to rig the game. Nuptiae Sub Rosa by SisterSpooky1013 and XFMaweezy (@sisterspooky1013 and @xfmaweezy) A series of canon-compliant missing scenes showing that some dynamics of Mulder and Scully’s relationship may have changed much earlier than previously thought. radiant by kittenscully (@kittenscully) Under normal circumstances, her vulnerability would shock him. But things are different now, the shift tectonic and undeniable. He owes her the same trust that she’s showing him. Saying the Words by Karen Rasch Mulder and Scully finally confront their feelings for the first time. (Part of the Words series) Tender Intent by A.I. Irving When Scully returns to work after recovering from her illness, Mulder discovers that she isn't quite the changed woman she claims to be. Untitled by @baronessblixen “I’ll kick his ass if you want me to.” / “Why do you only kiss me when I’m sleeping?” Untitled by @broadcastnews1987 a “what if one breath never happened au.” Untitled by @msrafterdark scully puts the moves on mulder post-millennium. What Happens In Vegas (Sometimes Finds Its Way Into Official Documents) by tiredmoonlight (@myshipsintheharbor) When some interesting news about the marital status of two agents finds its way to back to the FBI, questions are raised, the main one being that the agents don't actually remember getting married. While You Were Sleeping by Skinfull Mulder falls for an intoxicating red head he spots in the park, then saves her life but not before she is injured and put into a coma, then he meets her sister! Den den dehhhhhh! Seraphim by chekcough (@chekcough) After Mulder returns from the dead, Scully tries to pick up the pieces. AU, with Mulder/Scully relationship pre-established after FTF. Implied character suicide.

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