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thisismeracing · 5 months

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Lay all your love on me | DR3 (patreon exclusive)

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― Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x fem!reader ― Warning: graphic description of unprotected sex, p in v, thigh riding, kind of public sex (boat sex), mentions of a wedding, food, and drink. Minors DNI! (2.1k words) ― Summary: When Daniel asked you to marry him you knew your wedding would be perfect, you just didn’t expect your fiancée to rent a whole island a week before the wedding to enjoy the off days with you until you finally tied the knot. Safe to say you made good use of all the private land and boat rides.

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“Where are you going?”

“Just for a dip,” you breathe, craning your neck to kiss his stubbled jaw.

“You’re not dressed for a swim, love,” Daniel murmurs against your skin, trapping your earlobe between his teeth and sucking lightly.

You press yourself harder against him, enjoying the feeling of his body against yours, his warmth even more intense under the scalding sun. “Who said one has to be dressed for a swim?” you question, and he turns his mouth to your shoulders, kissing away the straps of your nightgown. “You rented the whole beach, the whole Island,” you add. “So I’m enjoying its perks.”

“Are you?”

You nod, turning to him and smashing your lips into a hungry kiss. One of his hands holds your neck while the other keeps your body pressed to his, but not for long because the second your lips detach you’re taking a step back and pushing your clothes off. It’s hot, even though the wind is rustling, but your body shivers under the exposure from his eyes and the breeze. Your nipples turn to two pointer pebbles attracting your fiancé’s hungry gaze, and you giggle again, loving the comfort of feeling loved and desired under his gaze. There was no shame in showing the dips and curves of your body to him. A body he had worshiped just hours before in the privacy of your suite.

“Why would you tease me like that?”

“Because I can,” you smirk, turning and running to the water, shrinking when the cold waves hit your body.

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“The sunscreen,” you try, but Daniel shakes his head, throwing the bottle somewhere into the boat.

“Later,” he hums, sucking your bottom lip into his mouth.

When his fingers swiftly find the strings of your bikini, undoing the knot and setting your boobs free, you can’t help but grind harder against his shaft. Daniel moves your body in a way that you’re on top of his tattooed thigh and you quickly take off your bikini bottoms, bunching up his white shorts and whimpering the second he flexes his legs and it hits you right in the clit.

He sits, bringing your body impossibly closer and you lace your arms around his broad shoulders, trying to gain leverage in your movements. Daniel uses his mouth to lick, bite, kiss, and nip your skin. It doesn’t take long for his tongue to find your nipples and you sink your nails into his back, throwing your head and letting out a string of profanities.

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spookyshipperfics · 8 months

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The Finer Things (Case Fic Complete)

This fake/pretend relationship case fic topped off with some Diana angst is finally complete. I've neglected chapter updates on Tumblr, so here is my attempt to make up for that.

Find it: a03 / Fandom: The X-Files / Rating: Explicit

Part of the Do You Like Scary Movies? series

Tagging @today-in-fic

What is it About? Scully and Mulder are sent undercover onboard a luxury train to investigate the presence of a suspicious and undocumented train car. Playing a wealthy married couple is tricky, but they run into even bigger issues when an unwelcomed agent gets sent in for backup.

Sample from Chapter 5: The cocktail car was exactly how she left it. Crowded and loud. Mulder was now by the bar, chatting to what looked like a young couple.

“Hey, Chrissy,” Mulder announced when he spotted her. “This is Brad and Mike. They’re headed to Vegas on their honeymoon.”

Scully nodded to the couple and gave her congratulations. One good look at her, and Mulder’s brow furrowed. “Are you okay?”

“Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Of course.” His hand had already found hers and was leading her away. “I’ll catch up with you, fellas, later,” he called over his shoulder.

Scully scanned the room. There wasn’t really anywhere private to stand, which was probably why Mulder dragged her toward the designated dance area.

“I don’t dance,” she whined, even as her hands slipped over his shoulders and his found a home on her waist.

“We’ve danced before,” he countered. “Now, what’s wrong?”

She wanted to scream the name Diana, but their cover forced her to speak in riddles. “That woman… the new passenger we met—”

“Irina?”

She nodded. “I let her use our private bathroom.”

“That was nice of you.”

“Well, my niceness was rewarded with her jumping down my throat. She disagreed with the conclusion we reached last night, and she let me know.”

“I think she’s been drinking.”

She scoffed. “Why do you always make excuses for her?”

“I don’t always make excuses for her. I just met her.” He emphasized the last sentence to subtly remind her they were undercover in a packed room of people.

Scully took a step closer. “She’s rude.”

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I know it doesn’t mean as much coming from me, but she shouldn’t have confronted you like that.”

“I think she’s interested in you.” The statement came out before she could stop it.

“Too bad I’m married.”

Butterflies started in her stomach. Their wings were weighed down by envy and uncertainty. It was like Arcadia all over again. “She wants to sleep with you.” Scully tried to say it clear and detached, but the quiver of her lip betrayed her.

Mulder grabbed her chin, tilting her head until their eyes locked. “I’m not interested in her.”

“She’s your type… was your type.”

He scoffed, the hand on her face dropping back to her waist. “If you think I’m still interested in her, then you haven’t been paying attention.”

Her mind sifted through recent memories. The kiss that never happened in his hallway. Mulder’s love confession in a hospital room. His needy behavior on Christmas Eve. She’d wanted him for so long, and for the first time, she allowed herself to believe that he wanted her the same way. That maybe Diana was the push she needed instead of the obstacle she initially saw her as.

“I wouldn’t know,” she responded. “We don’t usually talk about stuff like that.”

“Maybe we should start,” he challenged. “I meant what I said before. You look beautiful.” The statement was oozing with the same sincerity as earlier. Scully couldn’t help but drop her gaze.

“Thank you,” she said after a moment.

“It’s just so different than how I normally see you.”

She peered up. “Is that bad?”

“No. I wish I could see you like this more. Surrounded by the finer things in life. Dressed up. Dancing. Sitting across from me at fancy dinners.”

“I didn’t realize you liked those types of activities?”

“I like doing them with you.”

Her cheeks burned with the declaration. She took another step closer. There was no space between their bodies, and Mulder’s hands lowered on her waist, fingers hovering just above the curve of her butt. “That’s what certified besties are for,” she remarked.

He froze in place, their poor attempt at dancing coming to a sudden halt. “That’s the thing,” he said. “I don’t just want you as a best friend.”

Her heart pounded with anticipation. “How else do you want me then?”

“Like this,” he uttered as he leaned forward.

She knew a kiss was coming but still couldn’t prepare herself for how it felt. For the electric feeling of Mulder’s warm mouth on hers. For the way one of his hands threaded through her hair and tugged her impossibly closer. This was what she wanted to do in Arcadia. Hell, this was what she wanted to do since she’d shook his hand six years ago. The arousal between her legs was proof.

She reluctantly pulled back only because what she desired to do next couldn’t take place in the middle of the cocktail car. “I’m suddenly feeling like going back to the room.”

Mulder’s lips quirked into a smile. “Funny you say that. I was just thinking the same thing,” he said as he interlaced his fingers with hers.

Find the rest on a03

#the x files fanfic #x files fanfic #msr #msr fanfic #case fic

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pennyserenade · 5 months

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Fannish Year Review - 2023

thank you for the tag @thatfragilecapricorn30

1. Your main fandom of the year: for the first half of the year i was pretty obsessed with old hollywood (namely cary grant & gregory peck, as i'm sure people remember), but the x-files takes the cake overall.

2. Your favorite film this year: this question is always hard for me. i love movies so much and i'm always trying to watch new ones. even though this hasn't been a great movie year for me, i've still manage to rack up 115 films. i think i had a few favorites. x-files: fight the future was probably the most fun i've had watching a movie this year, if not ever. i was giddy for a week after that. barbie holds a special place in my heart because my friend group dressed up for it, and it was incredible to see all those women and girls in that theater all dressed in pink. i stumbled upon crossing delancey and return to me and they hold very special places in my heart now (i watched them after making big, scary college decisions and they helped ease every bit of anxiety. and hey, it did all work out all right in the end). watching the ballad of songbirds and snakes with the friends i've had since middle school--the very ones i read the original books alongside--was nothing short of euphoric.

3. Your favorite book this year: this year has been an excellent book year for me, so i'm going to cheat a little. the answer is most likely pet semetary by stephen king. it was such a moving story about the horrors of grief and who we become when we don't handle it the way we ought to, and it took my breath away when i read it. i'm still reeling from having read it. the ballad of songbirds and snakes holds a special place in my heart, too, because it sent me off on my hunger games kick and i got to read it with my friend group and co-workers (all who never really read). i don't read y.a. or much dystopian fiction, but those books really made me want to read more. they hold up just as well as they did when i was young, if not more because i feel them more deeply now than i ever could before. there was also heartbreakingly good reads such as trespasses by louise kennedy, kindred by octavia butler, and the overstory by richard powers - all books that helped me remember the power of storytelling and the importance of humanity.

4. Your favorite album or song this year: fade into you by mazzy star

5. Your favorite tv shows this year: the x-files, northern exposure, true detective, sex and the city

6. Your favorite tumblr community this year: the x-files one, but i too love my pedro girlies <33333

7. Your best new fandom discovery of the year: finding all the old x-files fanfic and the old x files fanfic websites, and all those blogs who continue to share them.

8. Your biggest fandom disappointment of the year: i might get shooters for this one but david duchovny's new movies were not my favorite and i really needed them to be (especially the pet semetary one)

9. Your tv/movie boyfriend and/or girlfriend of the year: mulder & scully, baby. i fear it'll never be anyone else for me. though i will mention coriolanus snow and lucy gray because they dared to tip the crown for a week or so (not because they were better but because they were so wrong and they took up so much of my thoughts lol)

10. Your biggest squeeze moment of the year: getting to celebrate the 30th anniversary of the x-files with both new and old x files lovers here on tumblr, getting a new hunger games movie and watching that with my friends, and undoubtedly watching pedro pascal rise to the fame he has now. i love that man more than words can ever express and all of his success is personal to me. i cannot wait to see the brilliant things he continues to do, and i'm so happy that this year was incredibly kind to him

tagging: @alwaysbethewest, @whatsnewalycat, @sweetly-yours-and-mine, @mando-abs, @thosewickedlovelies, @guiltypartys

#misc.

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lilydalexf · 2 years

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I'm looking for a fic set during/around "Three of a Kind" where Scully is drugged with Susan Modeski's serum and Mulder is there. Shenanigans then ensue. Thanks!

I'm not sure if you're looking for a specific fic or "Three of a Kind" fics in general. There are a lot of fics involving that episode and the general scenario you described. If you're looking for a specific fic, here are some on AO3 where Scully is drugged in Vegas and Mulder is there too for shenanigans:

Anoitic Effects by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) During 'Three of a Kind' drugged Scully thinks she is a stripper dressed as an FBI agent. The Gunmen keep her from stripping by telling her the bachelor of honor hasn't arrived yet. Mulder then arrives, and they leave him to deal with a stripping Scully.

A Case of You by @nowwhateinstein Post-Episode for Three of a Kind: The Lone Gunmen make amends to Scully. Mulder eavesdrops on Scully singing Joni Mitchell.

Illicit Desires by OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton) Mulder ends up coming along to Las Vegas during "Three of a Kind" and has to deal with the aftermath of a drugged and flirty Scully.

A Slightly Different Path by @atths--twice What if The Unnatural took a slightly different turn? What if Mulder showed up in Three of a Kind? What if …

What Happens in Vegas by @cultureisdarkbeer Tumblr Prompt: Mulder joins Scully in Las Vegas in the episode "Three of a Kind" and they both get shot up with anoetic histamine at the same time and end up getting married by an Elvis impersonator.

#fic mystery #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #three of a kind #anon #asks

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estradasphere · 3 months

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tagged by @charlottan for 6 albums ive been listening to recently ^-^ thanks!!!

1. gangpol und mit - the hopelessly sad story of the hideous end of the world (bitpop / glitch pop)

thanks baxter for making me aware of this one. very very charming and catchy and unique!! love the cute quirky bleeps n bloops and robovocals contrasted with the kinda dark story. very surreal katamari-esque vibe to me. not always in the mood to listen to this one but i've been replaying it a lot lately. (...i wish i could find a copy of this album art that isn't JPEG'd to hell, but regardless.) favorite song: the only sure thing about luck is that it will change

2. radiation 4 - wonderland (mathcore / avant-garde metal)

found this one a bit ago from doing one of the "5 obscure bands" hyhtb posts. not really doing anything that other mathcore bands haven't, but still has found a special place in my heart. i just can't help but love obscure myspace-era bands with little/no high-quality footage. and they dressed in labcoats onstage! - how can you not love that!!!!!!! one of the few Very Loud And Screamy albums that i am somehow always in the mood for despite generally not liking that sound (along with tub ring - zoo hypothesis). favorite song: love through tapeworm hooks

3. humming urban stereo - very very nice! and short cake (lounge)

found through one of tumblr user kitschke's daily reviews. her thoughts ended up being about the same as mine - it's nice lounge with some eccentric sounds/samples. except i'm not as put off about scully doesn't know being on the album 3 times because that's my favorite song on it :p not much to say, i just like it! relaxing favorite song: scully doesn't know (korean version)

4. general patton vs. the x-ecutioners self-titled (experimental hip-hop)

wait, this album isn't called joint special operations task force? shit ive had it tagged wrong this entire time. anyway, i've been revisiting this one lately... not a hiphop buff so im not sure how to describe it but i love the glitchy scratchy parts and loads of sample usage and the little shining parts of Actual Song (we'll paint this town / wake me up in heaven / fire in the hole / etc) to grasp onto before it goes right back to being a mess of samples and glitchiness. basically the spasmodic nature of fantomas except its hiphop. whats not to love favorite song: "we'll paint this town" -- throat and phonograph fire support coordination measures (TPFSCM)

5. portishead - dummy (trip hop)

listened to as part of an album exchange thingy in char's server (thanks eve!). i looove the atmosphere, so much that i dont mind that the album as a whole feels kinda samey to me? its got this kinda dark and gloomy feel to it but its also so dreamy and vibey and... yeah! beats are good vocals are great. just let it wash over u favorite song: sour times

6. high castle teleorkestra - the egg that never opened (avant-prog)

obviously not a recent discovery, but i'm never Not listening to it. in case you somehow have been following me without knowing what this band is, it shares 3 members with estradasphere and is one of the best things ive ever damn heard (EXTREMELY biased). i'll try not to gush about it too much here but its so complex and beautiful and simultaneously retro and innovative and i love the scifi themes and yeah!!!!!!!!! HCT SECOND ALBUM PLEASE I NEED IT. favorite song: the days of blue jeans were gone

whoever wants to do this do it!!!! i have tagged you in spirit. go forth

#you do not have to write nearly as much as i did i just got carried away :sob:#GRAAHH I LOVE MUSIC

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mulderscreek · 2 years

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Put Me In Coach Challenge

Set your story during season 8 or write an AU story set any time between seasons 1-9*, and write about the time Mulder wasn't able to attend a Lamaze class session with Scully for reasons...so one of the Lone Gunmen went to the class with her.

Oh, and he'd come from directly from playing baseball or basketball, so he's wearing his team jersey to the class. Say, does Scully know he's coming to class and dressed like that? Hmm. You tell us.

*or you can write a post-season 9 story that goes AU regarding Jump the Shark

Please submit your story or the link to it to [email protected] or post here on The Nursery Files’ submissions Tumblr - or send me a message with your fic on Tumblr to reblog.

#Seasons 1-9 #Pregnancy #The Nursery Files #Deadline Free Challenge #The X-Files #The Nursery Files Archive

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ineffablefool · 2 years

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@one-with-the-floor tagged me for Happy Questions Time and it seems like fun so here we are! Thank you for tagging me and I hope the floor is comfy.

Rules: Tag nine people you want to know better. exactly as many people as you want, even if that is zero. Seize your destiny!

Three ships: Aziraphale/Crowley obvs, and uh. Uhhh. I’ve never... really shipped anyone before this? Like, back when I was watching X-Files (it started when I was about 12), I could tell I was supposed to have an opinion about whether or not Scully and Mulder would get together, but literally I was just like “aww, if it would make them happy to be in a relationship then I say good for them! such nice young people they are.” Drawing a blank otherwise. Does “If Lupin and Fujiko were to ever retire and settle down then it would definitely be with each other because nobody else would ever be able to truly understand either of them” count?

First ever ship: /shrugs, points up to bullet #1

Last song: buh. uhhhhhh. I don’t really have chances to listen to music on my own anymore so I can’t even remember. Housemate was playing dubstep on the Google Homes while holding a snake, the other day, because he figured since snakes can “hear” via feeling vibrations, they maybe like dubstep. Does that count?

Last film: I think the last movie I watched as a movie was the new Matrix?

Currently reading: other than Internet fanfic, literally nothing. I’m one of those former “reading three books at a time, all the time, constantly” kids who burned out at some point.

Currently watching: Ronin Warriors (or Legendary Armor Samurai Troopers if you’re fancy), which is one of those loveable 80s “friendship means dressing up in silly costumes (and/or piloting robots) as a team and punching things” shows that Japan produced so many of. Also running through some old MST3Ks. (Pro tip, if you want to give MST3K a try, do not start with an early season when the writers were still amateurs. Start with, I dunno, The Sword And The Dragon or Time Chasers. The intro song basically tells you all you need to know about the show.) (Oooh, or The Magic Voyage Of Sinbad. This is a Soviet film based on a Russian folktale which freakin’ Roger Corman redubbed into being about Sinbad. And the film itself, Sadko, is beautiful. I want there to be a remastered blu-ray of it so I can watch it straight in its original glory.)

Currently consuming: an absolutely scrummy Yunnan Golden Needle! One of my favorites from Adagio, and not too expensive for a Chinese black tea. (Hit either me or @/aethelflaedladyofmercia up if you want a five-buck gift certificate; when you use it, we get point thingies.)

Currently craving: A biscuit. I should grab a couple when I go down to make more tea.

Whee! Fun!

If you are a person I have ever had a conversation with (in Tumblr messages or a series of reblogs or AO3 comments or whatever) then I would probably enjoy seeing your answers, but it’s okay if you don’t wanna.

#not good omens #i kind of went on about Sadko but it's just #those midcentury slavic folk hero movies just had this thing #lavish costumes and rambling plots (at least as far as can be told by available English versions)#just this whole *thing*#i love every one of them that i've ever gotten to see #even if that's mainly chopped up redubbed and made fun of decades later by a dude and two robots #and i mean sadko is on youtube but :/ video compression :/ :/ :/#such a visual feast ought not be portioned so meanly

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mindibindi · 9 months

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Dress Scully for a Day/Night Off 🎂☕📚👖🛁⚾️🍻🍿🤰🏽

Dress Scully for Work (Results)

Dress Scully for the Field

Looks That Didn't Make the Top 10:

#txf #the x files #scully #dana scully #gillian anderson #tumblr dresses scully #poll #had to make some tough cuts for this one #and yes I know 2 and 3 are pretty similar but they're SO cute and SO scully #and war of the coprophages is THE ep for at-home scully #and you can argue w/ me in the tags if necessary #meanwhile i loved that stripey couch and was bummed when they replaced it

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voidghouled-blog · 7 years

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INKTOBER : 2 / 10 / 17 : OCS WEARING THEIR HALLOWEEN COSTUMES .

#inktober #artists on tumblr #I'M SAHDJFKGL #two days down HECK YEA #they had a bet nd the winner got 2 dress up as scully :v #/ ch: william daphne #/ ch: andrew logan #my art

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clunelover · 4 years

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So, obviously, I’ve been thinking a lot about the X Files lately. I’m sure someone has already done this investigative work, but let me talk it through the way it happens in my brain and how it pertains to Mulder and Scully. So, every time I watch it, I think some version of “aw man, I wanna be an FBI agent” [even though now it feels different to see people rounding others up with guns and so on. I mean not that I loved it before, I’m just saying it’s literally only recently on tumblr that I’ve heard the term “copraganda” or given any thought to that as a concept].

As a kid, wanting to be a special agent was a vague thought. As I got older and got my degrees, I was like “I bet they could really use someone who has a degree in statistics!” Well, quite possibly they could. But if I’m really interested, I better get going, because I’m about to turn 35, and...

Oh my god I only have one year left to decide!!!

Wow I wonder how old Mulder and Scully were when they joined. And Scully turned down a career as a Medical Doctor to go into the FBI...I mean I hope they at least paid her well!

GL-10, That sounds cool, what does that mean?

Oh. Oh dear. And this in 2018 dollars, as compared to 1992. Mulder’s apartment makes more sense now. But I mean eventually they must pay more...

In five years, you could probably make...

Huh. So well okay depending on your view maybe that sounds alright but keep in mind it’s after FIVE YEARS of

THIS:

Yeah. As seen on the show, it’s a “live to work” job rather than work to live. You can basically go on one date every six or so years [basing this on the fact that Scully has one date in the first season and not again so far and I’m up to season six]

I guess that’s why, when you get the chance, you may as well go for broke and show up in a god damned wedding dress:

#x files #scully #mulder #fbi

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lilydalexf · 2 years

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couple of short fics I've been thinking about that haven't been able to find! I read both on tumblr within the last six (?) years -oneshot AU where William is a teenager in the UH and M and S supervise a Halloween dance at his school. They're dressed as Nick and Judy from Zootopia

-ficlet where S is really attracted to swole M and asks if he can benchpress her

thanks pal

For the first fic involving a teen William, and Mulder and Scully dressing as Zootopia characters at a Halloween school dance, I think it is this untitled fic by @campaignofmisinformation. (The link is via Wayback Machine since the original blog was deactivated.)

I'm not sure about the second fic. If you know what fic anon is looking for involving Scully being really attracted to swole Mulder and her asking if he can benchpress her, please let us know!

#fic mystery #xfiles fanfic #xf fanfic #anon #asks

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dreamingofscully · 4 years

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Grey Canyon 3/?

Rating: Current Chapter: PG, Series: up to Mature Categories: Western AU / MSR / WIP Total WC: 2457 Secrets can keep people apart, or drive them together. All chapters in order: ao3 / tumblr Updated on Mondays and Fridays.

Thank you to @ceruleanmilieu for the beta! Tagging: @impulsive-astrophile @baronessblixen @suitablyaggrieved @today-in-fic

CH 1 / CH 2

CHAPTER 3: “Hiding”

Grey Canyon, Colorado

1885

Even though she chose to live in a house of ill-repute, Dana prided herself on her propriety. She certainly should have yelled and kicked Mulder out of her room at the end of her revolver the moment she realized he was there--and certainly once she heard Clementine was no longer in the hallway. For some reason it didn't feel wrong for him to be there, sitting on her floor in the middle of the night. Still, she was glad the shadows hid her from his gaze and preserved most of her modesty.

“I’m sorry about how we met. You must think me some sort of cad,” he whispered, watching the light under her door carefully. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he rested his bare forearm casually on her bed, mere inches from her leg. She was happy for the thick quilt covering her, but she could still feel his warmth seeping through the cloth.

These past few days he’d been a constant disruption to her usual routine. Quiet mornings reading the paper interrupted by his questions, wondering about her opinion on one thing or another. Causing her cheeks to redden and her thoughts to wander under the intensity of his gaze. Even when she got some peace in her room at supper, avoiding the raucous crowd, she felt his presence in her mind, peering over her shoulder, the ghost of his hand on her arm.

“I should be the one apologizing, shooting at you like that,” she said, not recognizing the small voice coming out of her mouth. It was hard to convey strength without her corset straightening her back, the thick wool of her dress as her armor. Especially when she wore nothing beneath the coverlet except her thin chemise. Warmth flooded her chest at the thought.

He chuckled. “You didn’t aim for me at least.“ His eyes wandered over her few sparse belongings in the room, then he looked back at her. “How long have you been here?”

“About six months, Mr. Mulder.” She drew the covers up to her chin, leaned away from him a bit more. “How… how long have you worked for Madam Hall?”

“Three years now. Wow, has it been that long?” His eyes focused on something beyond her at his words, as he traveled into his past.

“You haven’t said what exactly it is you do here…”

“I am a man of many talents, such as yourself,” he started. Leaning closer to her, whispering even softer so she had to inch closer to hear him. “I’d been searching for my sister. She… went missing about 10 years ago. I left home a few years after that once I’d realized no one cared to find her anymore.” He looked away, but not before she saw the deep sorrow he still carried within him at the loss. After so long?

Meeting her gaze once more, Mulder’s jaw hardened, his eyes watching her intently. “I came across this place, because some information I’d gotten said she was sold into similar circumstances. The madam’s been helping me. And I’ve been helping her. She finds girls that need another chance, I bring them here safely, then escort them elsewhere if need be.”

“Ah,” Dana said, not sure she wanted to understand.

“Not all of them end up working here. Some do. Some only for a time. They’re given a choice, which is more than most," Mulder said, sounding like he was trying to convince himself as well as her.

"And so you repeat what was done to your sister?"

"It is nothing like that," he whispered harshly. "The women I bring have no hope, they come from abusive husbands, poverty, worse. I don't know how she finds them but she gives them something they never had before."

His eyes flashed at her, his hands clenched tightly into fists. Gone was the silly man climbing through a window, hiding from the girls chasing after him, pestering her with questions. In its place, a man who hurt, who longed for answers and justice. She felt a thrill trickle up her spine, and she longed to let go of the quilt she held up between them. There was something about him that made her want to confess everything, to tell him what had her hiding beneath this roof, behind the girls that she had come to see as sisters. She won’t, though. Not yet.

"I did not mean to imply that what you did was similar to the men who took your sister, Sir," Scully said, sliding her hand across the blanket to touch his own, to soothe his roughened knuckles. "Only that if you can't find her you can help the women that remind you of her."

He looked at her, eyes wide, then pulled away, shoulders slumping forward. He covered his face with his hands and he shivered, despite the warmth of the room. It all made sense, now, why he avoided the willing company of the women in the brothel.

"You don’t believe that I'll find her," he stood, looming over her, tall and dark in her shadowed room. She knew him now; she was not afraid.

"I think you will try until your breath gives out."

He nodded, and it was difficult to see clearly but she thought he might have smiled.

"I leave when madam tells me, but sometimes I take a bit longer on the journey there, to inquire about a woman who would now be 23 and a stranger. I return with someone else, though." He wiped a hand across his face, blinking as if waking from a dream.

“Why'd you come back now then, if you didn't bring a girl with you?"

"I don't know." He looked at her, moonlight shining in his eyes as he opened the door to leave. "But I'm glad I did."

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Danse Macabre: Adventures of Mr Mulder and Dr Scully (3/ )

AO3 link because I no longer have the Tumblr links.

This is dark (as a fic) so it might not be everyone’s cup of tea which is cool. Also, if you’re not Mulder and Scully I’m going to have creative freedom with you.

@today-in-fic @mypanicface let me know if you want to be tagged.

- - -

WHY CHILDREN?

“I want access to Duane Barry!”

Skinner’s head lifts to the door, an interviewee spins in his chair.

An interview is taking place. An interview Mulder has seemed to have interrupted.

But Mulder does not care. He challenges Skinner, silently demanding his access to the man be granted.

“Excuse us,” Skinner says to his interviewee. A hand his placed on Mulder’s arm, forcefully leading him out of the office.

“Why have I been denied access to Duane Barry?” Mulder asks.

Skinner shakes his head. “An order was sent down from the top,” the other man says. “It was out of my control.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Mulder blazes. “I was just meant to find out when I got there.” His voice rises, catching the attention of a few other detectives close by.

Skinner quietens his voice when he speaks.

“I intended on telling you earlier but then I got stuck with this.” He gestures towards his office to where the interviewee sits inside.

Mulder looks that way, seeming to understand that Skinner wasn’t the one to be angry with here and nods.

“Is there anything you can do about it?” He asks. “You asked me on this case, after all.”

Skinner shakes his head.

“I heard they wanted to keep this to police business.”

Police business, Mulder thinks. Keep it to police business so they can wrap it up and chuck it away.

Skinner sighs and Mulder knows his time is up yet before they go their separate ways, Skinner calls to him.

“I’ll see if I can fix this, Mulder.”

Mulder nods, though he doesn’t get his hopes up.

.:.:.:.:.:.

A body beneath the sheets. Medical instruments perfectly laid out in a line on a tray. Mulder eyes the knife-looking one, picks it up, plays with it, cuts his finger, and drops it onto the floor in response.

He sucks his finger into his mouth.

What made him come here, he is unsure.

“Do you not have work to do, Mr Mulder?” She’s asking upon seeing him sitting there.

As she nears, he notices the cut she was sporting on her lip a few days ago has all but healed. She smiles at him and it doesn’t look like it hurts to smile anymore.

“That would depend upon your definition of what my work is,” he says. “I’ve been denied access to Duane Barry so I can’t do that.” One of her eyebrows quirks up in question but he doesn’t answer it. “If you mean my other work…Yes, I love walking around a mental institution stopping little children from bashing their heads against a wall because Mommy dearest didn’t tell them they loved them when they went to bed every night.”

It’s cynical to say that of a place he should be proud of. He helps children get better, bloom into functioning adults who learned how to hide their flaws. Yes, he should be very proud of himself.

It’s the anger, he tells himself. He’s just angry.

Scully doesn’t comment on his little outburst, she just looks down towards his finger that was still in pain and now aching.

“You’re bleeding,” she says.

Yes, he is, thank you for noticing.

Mulder holds his bloodied and dripping finger up.

“Do you have anything?” he asks.

Scully spies the cause of his wound on the floor.

After picking it up, she walks to a cupboard taking out some pieces of cloth. She returns, reaching for his hand and bringing it towards her.

“Did your mother never tell you not to play with sharp objects?” she asks as she applies pressure to the wound.

Mulder watches his finger.

“My mother never told me she loved me,” he answers with too much blasé. “I might have been referencing myself earlier on.”

A flit of a smile appears across her face. She moves onto wrapping his finger up.

“You are very strange, Mr Mulder.”

Mulder smiles, looking up at her as she finally ties the cloth securely around his finger. He likes her. He likes her a lot.

“Can I take you to lunch, Dr Scully?”

.:.:.:.:.:.:.

She’s dressed in black even on such a hot day as this, like she’s always in mourning.

And Mulder supposes somebody who cuts into people for a living would be.

Her auburn hair is tied back into a bun, a hat sits nicely atop her head. She sits with her back up straight, eats daintily from the food on her plate, acts very much like a woman of high standing.

Acts.

Mulder knows that’s not the case.

Middle class is too high for her. Slums? No, that was too low. Slightly higher up. If she ran around bare foot it was of her own choosing.

Her grandfather was Irish, maybe even her father if her accent was anything to go by but she was very much born in New York. Not the city, outside of it. The smaller towns. With guidance, she was killing chickens at the ripe age of seven. By nine she was Chief Chicken Killer, ringing their necks and cutting them up herself. Later, she would do this for a living- the cutting at least. To feed her family. To help serve justice. All for the greater good.

And she’s beaten at home for it.

Mulder didn’t need a gift to know that.

“What are you doing?” she asks.

“I’m not doing anything,” he answers calmly with a sip of his tea.

“Stop it,” she demands.

“Stop what?” he asks.

A sigh.

“Ask me.”

He is confused.

“Ask you?”

“Ask me the question you’ve been dying to ask me.”

She’s lost him.

“I don’t know what that question is,” he says placing down his tea. Truly.

Another sigh. She looks out of the window. If it were dark, she would see her own reflection. She frowns, a shadow passing across her face.

“You pity me,” she says.

“I certainly do not,” Mulder says with a shake of his head. “You are more than capable.”

She looks at him, trying to suss him out.

“So why did you ask me for lunch?”

He shrugs.

“I think you’re an interesting person.”

“You don’t know me.”

Mulder grins.

“Let’s see…You’re name is Dana Katherine Scully. You trained as a doctor and you are a pathologist for the New York City Police Department. You talk to dead bodies like they’re still alive and then proceed to cut into them. I would say that makes you interesting.”

That eyebrow rises again. This time, curious.

“Is that all?” she asks as if she’s waiting for something else.

“What do you mean?”

She laughs as if he’s playing, quietly, so people don’t hear her.

“You’re not as unknown as you think you are, Mr Mulder.”

Mulder swallows, feeling nervous.

.:.:.:.:.:.

This part of ‘lunch’ was completely spontaneous.

Neither of them have any important matters to attend to and besides, Mulder was enjoying her company.

It turns out she isn’t so unknown either. People seem to look at them as they walk through the street, gawking and muttering to whoever is closest to them. Gossiping, Mulder remembers it’s called. He wants to get inside their heads, find out what’s so interesting about the pair.

Scully walks with her head held high, uncaring for the stares, it’s almost like she doesn’t notice them.

They catch a cab the rest of the way, shielding them from any more whispers or stares.

Mulder keeps their destination a secret for reasons unknown to even himself until the tall, iron gates appear before them, words written: Golden Heights Psychiatric Hospital for Children.

“Your asylum?” Scully asks, both intrigued and confused as to why she’s been brought here.

“The best children’s asylum in the country, I’ve heard.”

It earns him a smile from her and he helps her from the carriage.

“So why have you brought me here?” Scully asks as Mulder unlocks the gate.

“I don’t really know myself.” The gate unlocks and he allows her to enter first, holding it open so she can walk through, closing and locking it behind him. “It’s been a while. I wanted to check if things were still running smoothly.”

Scully nods and they make their way up the path towards the hospital. Four storeys tall it stands. It was wide, too, the end unseeable from their vantage point currently.

It was one of the biggest hospitals in the city, a house that once belonged to some fancy man who’s name Mulder doesn’t care to remember. It’s his now. For better or for worse.

As they near the building, it’s residents begin to appear. All children as the establishment would suggest, all of different ages. Mulder takes in children from the ages of five to seventeen. They leave, soon after they turn eighteen and rarely does Mulder ever hear from them again.

They play. Running around after a ball, playing with skipping ropes or hopscotch. They look normal. Mulder wants them to feel normal.

“Live patients,” Scully is saying, looking at the children as they pass.

“Makes a change to dead ones?”

She looks at him.

“You can’t cut their brains open and peer inside.”

Mulder shakes his head. “No, you cannot.”

He spies a staff member exiting out into the yard. He can get what he came for and they can go again.

“Excuse me,” he says to Scully and wanders over to his employee.

Dana is left in the yard. She glances around at all the children who play, unsure what to do with herself.

As her eyes scan the area, she sees a little girl about seven sat on her own. She’s playing with something, a boardgame maybe.

“Hello,” Dana says to the girl. Why she wandered over to this one, she’s not sure. There was something about her, her short strawberry blonde hair or the way she sat alone, playing by herself whilst the other children played with each other.

“I’m Dana,” Dana continues. “What are you playing?” She wonders around to stand in front of the girl.

Before her is a checkerboard. The little girl moves a red piece, there’s nobody around to move the black.

Dana finds herself kneeling before the girl.

“Do you need someone to play with?” she asks.

The girl shakes her head. “I have someone to play with,” she proclaims.

“Who?”

The little girl’s eyes move towards an empty space next to Dana, before moving back to lock onto Dana again.

“Elizabeth,” says the girl.

Dana smiles. “Do you play with Elizabeth a lot?”

But the little girl is frowning.

“She doesn’t like it when you say her name.”

An uneasiness overcomes Dana, her smile falters, and she shifts her legs beneath her.

“Right. Sorry.” The smile is back. “Do you and your friend play together often?”

But the girl isn’t listening. She’s looking to where ‘Elizabeth’ is sitting, her face looking conflicted.

Wanting to help the child, Dana asks, “What’s wrong?”

The girl swallows and licks her lips, her eyes drifting over to Dana’s.

“Elizabeth said I have to hurt you.”

Dana’s blood goes cold.

.:.:.:.:.:.

A few patients causing trouble here and there but, for the most part, the hospital was functioning well.

Mulder thanks the staff member and his eyes drift over to where he left Scully. She’s gone from the place they were standing but not too far. He finds her sitting on the grass, talking to a girl.

His blood goes cold when he realises who that girl is.

Keeping his cool, Mulder strides towards them, his stomach coiling and heart beating fast.

He reaches the pair in no time, just in time, a gently taps the small girl on her shoulder.

“Emily,” Mulder says and the girl turns towards him. “I think it’s time you should go in now.”

Emily nods, picking up her checkerboard. She’s about to run inside when Mulder stops her.

“Take Elizabeth with you.”

“Come on, Elizabeth,” says Emily before disappearing off.

Mulder looks to Scully still sitting on the ground, looking shaken. He holds out his hand, helping her up.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

She smooths the grass stains from her skirt.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve known.”

Mulder shakes his head. “No, Emily is very deceiving.”

He guides them over to a nearby bench and they sit, watching the other children play.

“Before Emily was brought here,” Mulder begins. “She had been found as the only surviving member of her family. They had all been killed except her.” He hears Scully suck in a breath. “They never told me the specifics but when Emily was asked to tell the police what had happened, she told them that her friend Elizabeth had killed them all.” He glances a look at Scully, she’s listening intently, her fingers laced together and fidgeting. “It was realised quickly that ‘Elizabeth’ didn’t exist. Emily had killed them. And so Emily was brought to me.”

There’s no sound from Scully and Mulder has to physically check she is still there.

“How…” Scully starts. “How old was she?”

“She was five.”

A breath is released. “Poor girl,” says Scully.

It surprised Mulder but perhaps it shouldn’t have.

“You’re the first to have that reaction.” He reaches over and squeezes her hand before looking back out to the yard. “Not all the children are like Emily. Most are brought to me because they have behavioural problems or they begin acting out sexual tendencies too early. Some cry too often or don’t cry at all. It depends on the parent.” He looks back at her to find she’s still listening. He shrugs. “Not every child is an Emily yet some people seem to think they are.”

Sometimes it made Mulder sad to think of all the children who had been brought to him, that if they just had different parents, they wouldn’t be in this situation.

“Why children?” Scully is asking. “Why do you specialise in children?”

He smiles. “For the same reason I believe in aliens and UFOs.”

Scully, rightly, is confused.

But that was a story for another time.

Mulder stands, holding out his hand again.

“Let me take you home,” he says and Scully is reaching for his hand immediately.

“Please.”

Together, they walk back towards the gate, as the whistle sounds, and all the children run back inside.

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