#fox mulder's birthday fic

[cecilysass]

Happy birthday, Fox Mulder! (celebrating with Spooky fic recs)

In honor of Mulder’s birthday, here's a somewhat eclectic selection of Mulder-centric fic. (Some of this isn’t a very nice way to celebrate his birthday as it is a bit angsty and traumatic, but luckily he doesn’t know.) These are all just fics that feature Mulder in the foreground I happen to admire and think of offhand; there are sooo many more.

Genius by Kipler This is a vintage fic (written 1995!) and it feels SO MUCH like an early episode of the show in vibes. A casefile that becomes a serious Mulder character exploration. Canon divergent, but it feels like it could have been canon in some parallel XF universe.

Just the Thing - pinebluffvariant This is about opening presents after How The Ghosts Stole Christmas, not his birthday, but right mood. The end of this … y'all, my breath catches, it’s so perfect.

The Fox Mulder Phonetic Alphabet - storybycorey Mulder’s ABCs of Scully. This seems at first like alphabet themed vignettes, but omg keep reading until the last, because it becomes a narrative that make me weep.

Mrs. and Mr. Spooky - leiascully This fic has both (1) a Tom Colton reunion and (2) Scully seriously upping her birthday present game.

Normal Conversations - Soronia Mulder goes to therapy. The therapist suggests he has normal conversations.

october midnight- skuls Mulder celebrates his birthday in 2018.

Radium - spark_writer Dysfunctional, miserable Mulder in love will do anything but tell her.

Seventeen - scapegrace74 A history of Mulder’s sexual experiences. This ends up being a really moving character study that takes his personal trauma seriously. It also is MSR and leads to that in a simply beautiful way.

Vox Mulder: Wired and Fired - darwin_xf This is a long, rich exploration of how Mulder evolves season 6/7, a kind of replacement for The Sixth Extinction / Amor Fati. Masterful dialogue, partner vacations, smut -- if you haven't read this, it's a treat. You should.

You Send Me - spookynerd Mulder as romantically smitten and completely in character. He’s anxious and miserable and developing theories. This fic is sweet and darling and deliiiiiightful.

[agent-troi]

Fictober prompt #24: "Is it over? Is it really over?"

Fandom: The X-Files

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warnings: mentions of torture

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Where A Million Stars Catch Fire

"Mulder!” Scully rushed to his side and knelt over him until she was practically lying on top of him, desperately feeling for warmth, a heartbeat, any sign of life. He bore none of the injuries she had seen inflicted on him in her nightmares, appearing in every way healthy and whole, like he was only sleeping.

Oh, God. Is it over? Is it really over?

“Mulder? Mulder, please wake up. You’ve got to wake up, Mulder. Listen to me, please.” She wept fiercely, the tears falling down onto his face. “I need you– we need you. Mulder, can you hear me? Mulder?”

Read the full story on Ao3

Tagging @today-in-fic @fictober-event @xffictober2023

[stephy-gold]

60th years of G-Woman

Happy 60th years SCULLY!!!!!!!!!!!!

the night before her birthday Mulder had a beautiful surprise for Scully. he planned a night out In fancy restaurant with a ball room for dinner and dance. A couple of weeks ago when he was thinking how he would celebrated her this year because he forgot the past two years, he playfully blamed it to age. 

Mulder selected a fancy Italian restaurant he found on Instagram after asking William for help to surprise his mom; the restaurant has a gorgeous aesthetic resembling a Italian village, in the middle of the room is a dance floor and a stage for the musicians, the comments on the instagram feed are great; Mulder saw the menu online at it had the favorite dishes of Scully and also her favorite wine. He made the reservation for Friday night; he planned to take her the day before her birthday and celebrate at midnight together in the intimacy of their bedroom. 

Now the next step is buying the gift, for his one in however how many millions are in the world right now; he did one of the things he hated more in the world, go to the mall, he spend a whole day looking for what to buy, he enter a jewelry store an the young woman help him to choose. 

Woman (smiling at him): hi sir, welcome, can I help you find anything?

M (not understanding that the woman was talking to him): oh yes thank you, I’m looking for something for my partner. 

Woman: tell me about her and the occasion so I’ll help you sir found the perfect gift. 

M: well hmm we’ve met 31 years ago when she start working with me, she is the most beautiful woman I´ve ever met, we been together for more than 20 years now and the occasion is for her sixtieth birthday. 

Woman: it’s obvious how much you love her sir, now tell me about what she looks like. 

M: she is petite, with the bluest eyes you ever seen, her hair is red thanks to the dye these days, not that she needed it but she doesn’t relent to the fading red of her natural color; her smile is beautiful, she doesn’t like to wear big jewelry or very visible just simple but elegant pieces. 

Woman: I think I know the best piece. (She goes to the glass and took out a set of necklace, earrings and ring with diamonds and emeralds, not too big or obnoxious)

M: it’s incredible, I will take it. 

W: perfect sir, I’ll arranged the set and it’s yours. Do you want any inscription or a card inside of the box?

M: I didn’t think about it, the card will be fine

W: what do you want me to write sir?

M: to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3 

Then the woman gave him the gift and he left. 

At Friday night 

Mulder was getting ready he was wearing his tuxedo, a rare sight these days in his retirement from special agent to teacher in Quantico like scully. He told scully they were going out on a romantic dinner to a place that requires black tie; scully chose an emerald green long velvet dress with sleeves and a nice pair of heels. Mulder couldn’t help but smiled when he see her. 

At the restaurant the evening unfolded with charm at the candlelight in their table and the soft twinkling lights creating a romantic atmosphere, the band started to play soft melodies to the couples dinner. 

Scully: mulder this place is enchanting, how did you manage to find it?

mulder: a little bit of faith scully (feigning hurt) but yeah actually Will taught me to look on instagram for venues. 

Scully: I love it mulder (she gave him a kiss) 

After dinner mulder stood and took scully to the dance floor, the swayed to the rhythm of every slow song and dance to the ones with a much rapid rhythm, a photographer took their picture while dancing it was a beautiful one were scully was leaning on mulder chest and mulder was looking at her like she was the only woman on this earth, and for him that she was. 

Scully feet started to hurt and they return to their table, mulder order another bottle of her favorite wine and give the waiter a note when scully didn´t see. Minutes later the waiter appeared with a new bottle of whine and a dessert with a candle light and the number 60th in it, the other waiter handed her a flower bouquet mulder order previously from a florist. After the dessert and half bottle of wine he decided to give her the special gift he bought at the jewelry store. 

M: Scully I only wanted to thank you for the amazing life you decided to live with me, I’m so grateful to be celebrating with you and I hope you like it. 

Scully: mulder I wouldn’t have it any other way, you’re and always be my constant

Mulder: even when I´ll be gray and old? (He said teasing her)

Scully: what do you mean with when? (She laughs) you already are my silver fox, Mulder and you’re not old 

Mulder: well thanks for the boost G-woman

He then took the gift bag where the jewelry set was. “And finally my last gift scully”. She opened it and the first thing she saw was the card “to my constant and touchstone, happy 60th birthday G-Woman. Ps: you are ageless Ly <3” “Oh, Mulder" she retrieve the card and was left without words the gorgeous set of jewelry was astonishing and perfect for her outfit, she looked at mulder who saw her with love and awe. “Mulder this is omg beautiful” he kissed her. “Let me put it in that neck of yours, you mind?” She grab her hair and put it aside so mulder could put on the necklace and then he kneels, with a few cracks of knee, to put on the ring on her well manicured finger. She also put on the earrings. The photographer ask them to stand to take a picture of them, they agree and the picture is taken. 

The dance floor called them again so they keep dancing and swaying to the rhythm. When the music stops Mulder look for the first time in the whole evening his clock, it marked 1:00 am, they had dance the whole night. 

“Well well well my cinderella it appears that our magic dance is ending” 

“mulder what are you talking about?” Scully gave him her raise eyebrow and disbelief look 

“well its 1 am scully you’re officially 60th, happy birthday” Mulder put his arm on her waist and kiss her “how does it feels, anything aches?” He ask her teasing. 

“You tell me mulder I’m not the one who woke up whining because of his back and refuse to go to the urologist” she replied, 

“Oh that was a low blow scully, not fair; in my defense the urologist isn’t necessary” mulder said with a playful tone. 

“Mulder seriously I can’t believe we danced the whole night, my feet are going to kill me tomorrow or well in the morning” 

“so what scully you had fun, I’ll be happy to carry you the whole day tomorrow if your feet hurt much” they were walking to the door out 

“oh mulder your are sweet, but no your back wouldn’t like it���. 

The photographer stop them and give them the pictures. 

“Thank you so much” said mulder to the man and gave him 20 dollars

At the unremarkable house they enjoy each other comfort and intimacy, despite scully teasing about his stamina, they did great in the bedroom.  

@today-in-fic

[california-112]

Bead

General Audiences | No Archive Warnings Apply | Gen | English

Fandom: The X-Files

Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully

Additional tags: Hunting for Mothman, Birthday Presents, Calloween, Calloween 2024

Summary:

"Oh, I forgot the other wrench. Please could you grab it for me quickly? I'll need it in a minute." "Sure." Mulder said, and headed for the trunk. Looking inside, he soon found the wrench she was referring to, but also spotted something else sitting nearby. Half-covered by Scully's coat was a small rectangle wrapped in pizza-patterned paper that instantly had Mulder intrigued. "Something beginning with G?" Mulder called, reaching down to pick up the flat, slightly weighty package. "Hey Scully, who's the gift from?" -or- A cryptid-hunting case takes Mulder and Scully almost all the way to Point Pleasant before their car breaks down. As they fix it, an ulterior motive for the trip is revealed. ABSOLUTELY 0% SPOILERS FOR ANYTHING

Link to AO3 | Part 13 of Calloween 2024

[baronessblixen]

Prompt: 13. "Come with me, hurry."

Fluff-ish, season 6: Diana throws Mulder a surprise birthday party. Chaos ensues. (wc: 1,461)

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2023

Fictober Day 13: Don't Forget The Cake

“So,” Mulder asks her, his hand rummaging in his pocket, looking for his keys, “what are you in the mood for? Pizza? Chinese?”

“It’s your birthday,” she replies, her stomach grumbling. At this point, any food will do. “You decide.” Mulder finds his key and grins at her. He’s been in a good mood all day and it’s infectious.

“I think I’m in the mood for-”

“SURPRISE!” A group of people yells as soon as Mulder opens the door. He tenses up next to her, standing stock still. She puts a hand on his back, just to remind him that she’s there, but she’s not sure he even notices it.

“There you are,” Diana says. Of course, it’s Diana. Who else would plan a surprise party for Mulder? “I was just about to call and ask where you are. It’s late. We’ve been waiting for you.”

“I- I didn’t know,” Mulder stammers.

“It was supposed to be a surprise,” she says with a big grin that showcases her way too white teeth. Scully’s eyes narrow. Either Diana hasn’t seen her yet, or she’s ignoring her. After all, she didn’t even invite Scully to this surprise party.

“Well,” Mulder says, clearing his throat. “I’m definitely surprised.”

“Happy birthday, Fox.” Diana practically purrs his name before she grabs him by his shoulders to draw him closer. The lingering kiss she puts on his cheek grazes the corner of his mouth and Scully finds herself inexplicably seething. She doesn’t count the seconds (though she almost does), but the kiss doesn’t end. Just when she’s about to interfere, and save Mulder from Diana’s grasp, she lets go of him, pulling him further inside – and away from Scully.

She’s never seen so many people in Mulder’s apartment. And so many of them strangers. She’s looking for familiar faces among them. Clearly, Diana must have invited someone they know. She sees Colton lurk in a corner with a beer in his hand, smirking. There are a few agents she’s seen walking the halls, but she doesn’t know their names. She doubts Mulder does. Even if, none of these people are his friends. Scully can’t find Chuck or even Skinner. Then, right when she’s about to give up, she sees the Gunmen.

“Agent Scully,” Frohike says with a dreamy smile, toasting her with a glass of champagne.

“We weren’t sure Diana would invite you.” Langly doesn’t beat around the bush.

“She didn’t,” Scully says, grabbing one of the champagne flutes from the table. There’s a small buffet, too, but the hunger she felt a moment ago has vanished.

“Then how did you know?” Byers asks her.

“We were going to watch a movie together.” It sounds lame, but it’s the truth. The smile Mulder gave her earlier when she asked him what his plans for tonight were – he didn’t have any – and whether he wanted to spend the evening together, is chiseled on her mind. He hasn’t stopped smiling since. Well, he has now. She watches him with Diana, nipping at her cheap-tasting champagne. Across the apartment, Mulder’s body language is wooden. He keeps trying to smile whenever someone wishes him a happy birthday, but every attempt falls flat.

“I think you better go save him,” Frohike mumbles, making Scully wonder how much he’s had to drink.

“Excuse me?”

“That woman,” Frohike says, pointing at Diana, who only has eyes for Mulder. “Is bad. I think, and you cannot tell anyone this, Scully. Promise.” Scully bites her lip, nodding. She’s sure now that the shortest Gunman is indeed drunk.

“I think she’s actually evil.”

“Okay, I think maybe you had too much to drink.” He shakes his head, turning away from her, and guarding his champagne flute like a treasure.

“She’s evil, Scully. She is. I like you so much better than I ever liked her. You can’t let her take Mulder.”

“She’s not going to-” but she stops herself. She doesn’t want to believe that Frohike is right and that Diana is evil. However, she can’t deny that she doesn’t trust that woman one bit. Mulder, however, does. It’s clear that he wants to please Diana by going along with her surprise party, even though he hates it. How can Diana know him so little? His eyes find hers from across the room. They’re pleading with her.

“What can we do?” Scully asks Frohike, her eyes still on Mulder.

“Leave it to me,” he says and she can only watch as Frohike twirls once and then throws himself across the buffet table. The resulting chaos frees Mulder from Diana’s tight grip who clamors and complains as she tries to fix it.

“Come with me,” Mulder breathes into her ear, making her shiver all over. “Hurry.” He reaches for her hand, pulling her with him. No one stops them. Scully can’t help but wonder how many people even know what Mulder looks like.

“Wait,” Mulder says before they’re out the door. He grabs the small, untouched birthday cake from the kitchen table, throwing Scully a mischievous grin, and then they’re gone. Mulder’s gurgling laugh as she pounds her palm against the elevator button, makes her giggle like a schoolgirl.

“Where can we go?” Scully asks. She’s out of breath, feeling exhilarated.

“Your apartment.” His answer surprises her. “There’s no way Diana will show up there.” She nods, though she isn't sure what Diana will or won't do. All of this will have an aftermath. She is sure of that much.

In the car, Scully is holding the cake that reads “Happy birthday, Fox”. She can only imagine how pissed Diana will be when she finds out that not only the guest of honor disappeared, but his cake, too.

“I’m sorry, Scully,” Mulder says out of the blue.

“For what? It was a surprise party. You couldn’t have known about that.”

“No, but I know Diana. A few days ago she said something about a surprise later this week and I completely forgot.”

Scully glances at the cake and considers Mulder’s words. What if she’s getting this all wrong?

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“It’s personal.”

“Ask away.” Mulder’s voice is soft.

“It’s none of my business, but are you- you and Diana, is there… did you- ever since she came back, have you two…” she can’t say the words. She doesn’t even want to think them. She knows how alluring an ex can be, no matter how much time has passed. In hindsight, everything looks rosier, easier.

“Have we? No. No, we haven’t. I mean she tried and I- I did kiss her once. I could tell she wanted more and Scully, I can’t lie, I thought about it. But I couldn’t go through with it.”

“Why not?” she blurts.

“I think you know why.” His words are simple, but his answer is anything but.

“You don’t owe me anything.”

“Hm, I owe you a lot and I’m glad you asked, Scully. I should have told you, but how do you let your partner know that you didn’t sleep with your ex without it sounding strange?”

“You know, Frohike told me to save you. He said he thinks Diana is evil. I think he was drunk.”

“Oh, I’m sure he was. But I’m also sure he believes it.” Mulder gives her another one of those bright smiles he’s been throwing her way all day.

“You’re not all worried about your apartment?”

“No. The Gunmen will make sure everyone leaves.”

“What about Diana?”

“She too. I think it’s time I change the locks. I have no idea how she got into my apartment.”

“She doesn’t have a key?”

“Why would I give her a key?” Mulder sounds genuinely surprised. “We’re here.” He parks the car in front of her building and neither makes a move to get out. “Diana is going to be so angry that we stole that cake and ate it ourselves.” He’s grinning from ear to ear.

“You don’t think she poisoned it, do you?”

“Let’s find out.” He uses his finger to dig into the cake and Scully watches as he licks the dough off of it. “Not bad. You want some?”

“I prefer to eat with a fork.”

“Let me just give you a little taste.” She doesn’t know what to expect, but it’s not Mulder leaning over and pressing his mouth to hers. She tastes lemon, dark chocolate, and Mulder. Her favorite taste of all, she decides.

“Happy birthday to me,” Mulder whispers as he leans back into his seat. “Still want to spend the rest of the day with me?”

The rest of my life, she thinks.

“Yes,” is what she instead. “Let’s go have some cake.”

“And more?” he asks, his hand on her back leading her inside.

“We’ll see.”

[deep-sea-gigantinism]

i decided that i have so many x-files fics that i should create a masterpost!

My AO3

One-Shots

- “a night like this”

Scully should be writing her reports on what they’ve found so far in Bellefleur, but Mulder invites her out for a run. She decides she could use some time away from her computer screen.

- “to the ends of the earth”

After the arrest of Donnie Pfaster and Scully’s subsequent breakdown, Mulder takes her back to his apartment so that she can stay the night.

- “when the night was full of terror and your eyes were filled with tears”

Dana Scully has just returned to work and is tired of being seen as fragile. The only problem is, she herself is afraid to wade back into the waters of her everyday life, but luckily, Fox Mulder is here to give her a push.

- “at least most things”

It’s Mulder’s birthday, and it’s also a Friday. Scully is intent on making dinner for him, but things don’t exactly go as planned.

- “as all things do”

Mulder is back in his apartment and has no idea about the depth of the emotional wounds from his abduction. When he starts to fall apart, he calls Scully.

Multi-Chapter Fics

- “even in the sigh of the headlight sea, your tears were salty ocean”

Dana’s year of healing after her near-death experience during redux ii and a character study of her and Mulder in the aftermath of the cancer arc.

- “smoke signals”

The ghosts have finally left Mulder alone. They haven’t gone far, though, and Scully swears she can feel their hands around her throat. Mulder and Scully spend a week at his father’s house in Martha’s Vineyard to bury the past in the yard.

- “you know i dreamed about you / for twenty-nine years before i saw you”

a one-shot collection that examines the mulder’s and scully’s of every universe

[randomfoggytiger]

X-Files Collector's Edition: MORE Fics That Fit My Niche “Dad!Mulder” Likes

You know I had to do it. I've been waiting almost a week to do this. So we're doing this, Round Two:

Authors Listed Below

@baronessblixen (Ao3)

Chiefchopstix

@contrivedcoincidences6/Spooky66/geektime66

@fragilevixenfic/fragilevixen

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls

IStanYouStan5676

@leiascully (Ao3) 

lsbianreinaa

@lokisgame​ (Ao3)

@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic

@markwatneyandenesemble (Ao3)

@mchalowitz (Ao3)

@mldrgrl(Ao3)

@pickingoutchinapatterns (Ao3)

@poeticsandaliens

RoseThornhill

@sportsnightnut (Ao3)

sosoane1

TheAddict4Dramatics

@tinglingworld (Ao3)

xraelynn/Rachel Noble 

Mulder eating all disgusting food his kid(s) give him (all-time fave)--

William celebrates his third birthday, Scully her 40th, and Mulder his 43rd (the sum of the two loves of his life.) MUCH mess is made by father and son with little man’s birthday cake– The Law of Large Numbers - Apostrophic - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Will destroys his birthday cake; and his parents are more charmed and resigned than exasperated– This Is A Trainwreck - markwatneyandensemble - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder picking names for his child(ren)–

Post IVF failure Scully finds a list with baby names on them... they had been Mulder's guesses and favorites. Heart-wrenching and adorable--  Hate is always foolish and love is always wise — Name Calling (tumblr.com) Ao3 Name Calling - Baroness_Blixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder realizes Scully’s names suggestion– Vanessa– could be shortened to Nessie, and tries to nonchalantly approve. She figures him out– Poetics, Detectives and Aliens — crossedbeams: Mulder would 100% get behind… (tumblr.com)

Revival Mulder finds out Scully’s C-section is scheduled for Halloween. He then tries to sneak horror movie names into his baby girl’s name (who almost isn’t born on Spooky Day)– Spooky Mulder: The Revenge - RoseThornhill - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival Baby is born on Halloween and affectionately nicknamed Squatch by her doting father. He and Scully settle into domesticity (that involves Armani and White Onions for Thanksgiving)– I’m fairly happy. — Fic:  Little Bigfoot (tumblr.com) Ao3 Little Bigfoot - leiascully - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder is unrepentant that Scully’s clothes and furniture were blown up. Scully brings home baby name book, and they swap ideas– Names - Chiefchopstix - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival Mulder tries to distract a panicky Scully by naming their baby girl– and it turns out he’s panicking because he wanted to sing her happy birthday on her birthday– Names - lesbianreinaa - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival and sleep-deprived Mulder and Scully sort their new, wacky life out with an unnamed, week-old daughter (their takeout place helps them decide)– Fox Mulder’s Guide to Fatherhood* - xraelynn - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Scully lets Mulder name their daughter; but it's Jackson who starts the fox thematic nicknames in the house-- Maybe there's hope... - The Fox’s Den (tumblr.com)

Mulder and Scully already knew their daughter’s name, but he creates an adorable nickname all his own– a very flexible definition of okay — this version of normal Inspired by @megk18 ’s post… (tumblr.com) Ao3 this version of normal - sportsnightnut - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder names his little girl, growing her into baseball and adorable nicknames. As she grows, she changes; but the pride and love will always be there-- hey there aliens : endearments, part 5 (tumblr.com)

AU– In a better world Mulder and Scully realize they’re having another baby after a nosebleed. Scully lets her partner pick out her name– luminosity - skuls - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder THE involved Dad–

Mulder and Scully places bets on William’s patterns of behavior on Christmas– I do it all for you, Mulder — Not a Creature was Stirring (tumblr.com) Ao3 Not a Creature was Stirring - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder sharing his interests with his kid(s)–

Mulder and Will make a big deal about a baseball game for a team they don’t even care about while Scully catches up on paperwork– Baseball and Horror - Spooky66 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] FFN Baseball and Horror, a x-files fanfic | FanFiction

Mulder bonds with his family over the big baseball game, air guitaring for Will and talking about his past with Scully (and later multitasking for her– and his– benefit)– Believing in Miracles (mulderscreek.com) Ao3 Believing in Miracles - spookyawards_archivist - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder sleeping with his children on the couch–

Scully comes home to find William conked out with popcorn and a movie. Mulder banters with her and puts their son to bed– Family Hour - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder dancing with his son–

Mulder realizes Will is nervous about his school dance, and snags Scully for a little shimmy demonstration. They both haven’t told him about her pregnancy, yet– How’s About a Dance - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder being adorable with his babies--

Mulder is honored to rock his son– Rocking Chair - sosoane1 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Scully is puzzled Mulder isn’t raring to get back to work. He just wants to be a dad, especially after Will finally laughed– Tumblr’s Most Unwanted — msrpolaroidproject: William AU: Scully’s boys … Ao3 The Truth Of Us - Lokisgame - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own] 

Mulder spies on his teen son and new gf– Still Fairly Young - Chapter 1 - Lokisgame - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Revival baby is LOUD. Mulder soothes his “Sweetface” with wild songs (to her and Scully’s amusement)– Alice is a Punk Rocker - RoseThornhill - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Post Revival Scully’s first conference away from her family goes without a hitch… well, mostly. Their daughter keeps Mulder on his toes– The Best Part of the Story - Chapter 1 - IStanYouStan5676 - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder does his crazy-toga-dad-dance to distract his teething daughter– Affirmations and Protestations: “Fluff and Angst” Prompts - Chapter 2 - fragilevixen - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

“Old man” Mulder and his daughter “investigate” the Easter Bunny while Scully picks up her family from the airport– The Easter Bunny was a Fox - fragilevixen - The X-Files

Mulder and Scully are surprised with a positive pregnancy test after having (mostly) raised their son successfully (great bonding and parenting moments, including Scully’s outrage at Will’s first gf)– I do it all for you, Mulder — Hi! Can I ask you to write a fic with this prompts… (tumblr.com) Ao3 They Grow Up So Fast - mldrgrl - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Mulder being comforted by his kids--

Scully is snappy all day, realizing too late it’s Samantha’s disappearance anniversary. Mulder is stable; but he drops tears at Scully’s heartfelt love and praise. Will covers him in kisses– I Was Dancing When I Was Twelve - TheAddict4Dramatics - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

And here’s a bonus: a collection of prompts that revolve around Mulder’s happier life with his family– it’s what we deserve - tinglingworld - The X-Files [Archive of Our Own]

Enjoy!

[enigmaticxbee]

XF Rewatch Series - Fic Recs

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

Episode by Episode Rewatch Series:

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

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

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

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

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

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

Check-In Vignettes:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Canon Parallel Stories:

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

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits - married to Diana AU

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

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

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

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

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

[sadbigemini]

Hiya! It's been a bit since I've done fic prompts so here are a few today. These are from Bungo Stray Dogs which is new ik. Also a fun fact yesterday was my birthday. I'm not liking the responsibility and expectations that come with this age lmao. Oh, some of these have probably already been done but 🤷

What if the ADA switches places with the Port Mafia?

Oda is killed by someone different who had a grudge against him. Maybe they have a time rewinding ability? Idk but Oda didn't kill them sadly.

And instead of making his dying wish for Dazai to be a good person he asks him to avenge him and his kids.

And Dazai agrees...

They all have practically the same personalities (and abilities) just the Mafia who are now ADA aren't straight up murderous.

Just imagine the ADA commiting crimes

Like Ranpo coming up with the strategies, Kunikida as an executive, Yosano as an executive, Fukuzawa being a mafia boss, Junichiro being an assassin who is always up for murder, Naomi being a secretary who knows how to fight but is severely underestimated, and KENJI BEING IN THE MAFIA

Oh, mori isn't a pedo bc I think if Chuuya got to be the good guy he wouldn't let that slide.

Yosano still has the same backstory but maybe mori was a bit better but still felt pressure from war and the higher ups and stuff idk

Beast!Atsushi kinda idk if it would be Beast!Dazai sooo

Beast!Akutagawa but Chuuya is his mentor and Higuchi is like his partner. Kinda like Kunikida and Dazai

Chuuya used to be in the Port Mafia

Idk how or why Fukuzawa became the mafia boss???

Gin is in the ADA too

I think Tachihara would still have to be in the mafia?? Or maybe bc the ADA is always bumping heads with mafia that it would still be a place where he can gather info. Maybe the ADA is also under suspicion for something??

Idk wtf Hirotsu or Kouyou would be doing at the ADA tbh

Chuuya and Ango still have beef

What if Nakajima Atsushi tried to run away from the orphanage? Way before he was kicked out. What if Oda Sakunosuke found him?

Oda would have Atsushi stay where the other orphans were living.

Atsushi would also have a job at that diner or whatever it is.

And then he would help babysit his fellow little orphans whenever they arrived.

Atsushi saved the kids but he got hurt and lost control of his ability. He killed some of the Mimic members before passing out to heal from the bullet wounds. The tiger has never had to heal from anything so severe before. So, as the tiger had control she made him hide until he healed.

Oda finds him though with the help of the kids.

Idk what else :/

X-Files Crossover

Dazai Osamu as Fox Mulder and Nakahara Chuuya as Dana Scully.

Kunikida Doppo can be one of Mulder’s alien hunter friends or maybe two Scullys??

Atsushi and Akutagawa could be newbie agents that were assigned to the X-Files

Katai would definitely be one of the alien hunter friends

I don't think abilities should exist but if you could spin it in a good way go for it

Yosano could be a doctor or former doctor turned dominatrix friend that Dazai has

Ranpo could join the X-Files bc normal cases are boring or he could be an alien hunter friend

Fyodor is an alien

Sigma was abducted by aliens and doesn't remember anything from before

Chuuya had been abducted by aliens as a child but doesn't remember it. And thinks he was kidnapped by regular old people and hit his head or trauma blocked it out

Ango and Oda can either be higher-ups or alien hunter friends

Higuchi is a fellow newbie

Gin is in college or something

[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!

[cecilysass]

Honest Man (2/3)

Read on AO3 | Tagging @today-in-fic

Chapter Two

Mulder approaches the bar to find the bartender with her arms folded and her expression weary. She’s speaking to Bill and his friends in a condescending monotone.

“So your choices are that he can call a cab, one of y’all can take him home, or I can contact local law enforcement,” she is saying with an extended sigh. “He can’t stay. This is a place of business.”

Bill Scully doesn’t appear to be listening. He is bent over on a barstool, his forehead resting against the bartop. To his right, a group of men have gathered around him, nodding solemnly at the bartender. They look so serious Mulder would think they were attending a wake if it weren’t for the guy with the pink and silver cardboard hat that says “Lordy, Lordy, look who’s 40.”

“Yes, ma’am, we understand,” one of Bill’s friends is saying. “Thing is, we’re in the middle of a birthday party, and if one of us leaves now to take him home, we don’t have enough cars for everyone else. Give us a second to figure it out.”

He lifts a finger and turns to consult with his companions. The bartender watches them skeptically, pursing her lips in disapproval as she goes to tend to another customer.

Mulder takes the opportunity to discreetly trot up to Scully’s brother and sit on the stool next to him. “Hey Bill,” he says quietly, speaking to the man’s back.

Bill moans a little, lifting his head up from the bar to peek at Mulder through one eye.

“You know, I could drive you home,” offers Mulder, leaning over to be heard. Bill doesn’t answer.

Mulder leans his head to the side and clears his throat to attract the attention of Bill’s companions. “Hey, uh, I’m happy to drive Bill home. I know him, and I’m entirely sober. My car is here. It’s not a problem.”

“Oh yeah?” One of Bill’s friends, an early 40s black man a little taller and wider than Mulder, looks interested in this option. “Isn’t this the guy you were talking to before, Scully? He a friend of yours?”

“No,” Bill answers with sudden conviction. He sits up and swivels to speak to his friend. “Not a friend. A son of a bitch. The guy who ruined my sister’s life, Hal.”

Bill’s friends look at one another uneasily, as though not sure what to say in response.

“Listen, I don’t know, man,” Hal says to Mulder, scowling. “We don’t know you.”

“I’m his sister’s partner,” Mulder says apologetically. “At work. At the F.B.I.. Here.” He stands up and reaches into his pocket to pull out his badge, flashing it to Hal. “He doesn’t like me very much, but I promise—I’m a friend of the family, I can get him home safely. Are you staying at your mom’s, Bill?”

“Yeah,” Bill says, his voice muffled by the bar.

“I can take him to Maggie’s,” Mulder says. “I know where it is.”

“You wouldn’t have to pay for a cab or anything then,” a shorter man points out to Bill encouragingly, clearly hopeful about this solution to the problem. “You should go with him, Scully.”

“See, normally Bill doesn’t drink so much,” Hal explains to Mulder, his eyebrows knitting together. “We didn’t realize… we would’ve made him slow down. There’s something on his mind tonight, something with his wife. We didn’t plan for something like this.”

“Shut up, Hal,” Bill mutters face down into the bar.

The bartender has reappeared. Hands on her hips, she fixes Mulder with a significant look. “If you’re going to be the one to drive him, you better get going,” she says. “He already got sick in the back hall. He’s too intoxicated to stay.”

“All right, sure,” Mulder agrees, trying to sound cheerful, although he is suddenly filled with dread that Bill might get sick in his car, too. He looks down at the hulking figure leaned over the bar and is amazed for a moment that this is his life, his Friday night plans.

The Fox Mulder of ten years ago would have unquestionably been headed to Diana’s to have his brains fucked out.

He rests his hand lightly on Bill’s shoulder. “Come on. Let’s get you into bed.”

“That might work on your dates, asshole,” Bill says, slurring again, “but I’m not that kind of girl.”

Mulder chuckles, trying to put his arm under Bill’s so he can lift him to his feet. “That’s funny, Bill. I didn’t know you were funny.”

It’s an awkward lift, because Bill is such a tall man, but Mulder manages to get him off the barstool, with some hesitant assistance from Hal. Bill’s other friends watch with relieved expressions.

“Where’d she go, anyway?” Bill says, finally stumbling to his feet and squinting to see behind Mulder. “Your date?”

“She left,” Mulder says simply. He pats Bill’s arm playfully. “You’re my date now, big guy.”

“Don’t touch me again, you son of a bitch,” Bill growls fiercely, spinning unsteadily towards Mulder.

“Okay, okay,” Mulder says, backing away. “Then you’re going to have to walk by yourself to the car. You got it?”

Bill glowers at him, but manages to follow him out of the bar with only occasional stumbles.

***

Old Town Alexandria is brightly lit, festive, thrumming with groups of people milling around on a Friday night. When they arrive at Mulder’s car, Bill discovers that the seat is adjusted for a different Scully.

He tries to shoehorn his long legs into the car, cursing colorfully under his breath. Mulder watches this unwieldy process while gritting his teeth from the driver’s seat. It would probably make him laugh under other circumstances.

Mulder gets out, jogs around to the other side, and hesitantly bends down to show Bill how to adjust the seat with the lever. He then tries to demonstrate in clumsy charades where exactly the seat belt buckle fastens.

Eventually he has to precariously lean his body over Bill’s lap to fasten it himself, wondering if awkward moments with Scully’s brother will just continue to keep one-upping themselves. Bill sits sullenly there as Mulder clicks the seatbelt in place, his arms folded over his chest.

Mulder guesses he’s not going to get a thank you card any time soon.

Now Bill sits facing the front window in sour silence as they drive through Alexandria. Mulder is having a hard time distinguishing between what is a sulky expression and what is a warning sign of impending nausea.

“You feeling all right?” Mulder says.

“Shut up,” Bill replies gruffly.

“Need to pull over or anything?”

“I said shut up.”

“It’ll take us about 35 minutes to get to your mom’s house,” offers Mulder. “Do you want to—”

“No.” Bill’s tone changes abruptly. He turns to Mulder urgently. “Not my mom’s.”

“I thought that’s where you were staying.”

“‘I’m too drunk,” he says adamantly. “I can’t go back and see Mom and Tara and Matty. I don’t want them to see me like this. Don’t go there.”

“But won’t they … worry?”

“Take me to Dana’s,” Bill says. “Please. Dana will know how to handle it.”

Mulder’s eyebrows raise uncertainly. “Maybe we should call her first.”

“Nah. Just drive there,” Bill says. “Dana owes me. I helped her sometimes when she was drunk … when she was younger.”

Mulder nods slowly, filing away that fascinating tidbit for later.

“Okay, sure,” Mulder says, keeping his tone friendly. “That’s closer, anyway. We can be at Scully’s in less than twenty minutes.”

Bill grunts in some way that seems to indicate approval. He leans his head back against the seat rest and goes quiet again. Gradually his whole frame begins to tilt towards the passenger window, and Mulder assumes he’s probably fallen asleep.

That’s for the best, really. Much less uncomfortable. Mulder mulls over the idea of turning on the radio. Or better, maybe fishing out his phone and giving Scully some warning they’re coming.

“Didn’t you go … to Harvard or something?” Bill’s gravelly voice speaks up suddenly, startling Mulder.

Mulder eyes the side of Bill’s neck warily. “No.”

“Yeah, you did.” Bill rolls his limp head around to look at him. His blue eyes are bloodshot. “Dana’d brag about your fancy education. Back when she first got the job.”

Mulder swallows a smile. “Did she?” He’s delighted to imagine her talking about him like that, especially early in their partnership, when she always seemed so unimpressed.

“You have some … degree for shrinks. Harvard, right?”

“Oxford, actually. Psychology.”

“Whatever.” Bill lifts a shoulder apathetically. “The point is, you know about relationships.”

“About relationships?” Mulder repeats doubtfully.

“You’d know what to say.”

“What to say…?”

“You know,” Bill says impatiently. “When you’ve said the wrong thing.”

He crosses his arms again petulantly. For a few moments after this cryptic statement Mulder thinks he has given up talking, but then he continues.

“Tara told me she wanted to go back to work,” Bill says. “You know, her guidance counselor job. She’s a high school guidance counselor.”

“That’s good,” Mulder says cautiously, confused by the turn in conversation.

“It’s good? Who says it’s good to go back to work?” Bill asks, his voice rising in irritation.

Mulder doesn’t answer, feeling out of his depth.

“Matty isn’t that old. Really still a baby. I’m gone all the time.” Bill appears to be arguing with the front windshield now. “Mom never worked. She was always there.”

Mulder doesn’t know how to respond to that. It sounds classically, villainously sexist to him, but he doesn’t want to anger Bill again.

“But I don’t think I … said things too well when she told me,” Bill says, in a different tone of voice. “I didn’t say the right things.” He shakes his head slowly, some more somber emotion breaking over him like a wave. “I said … the wrong things.”

Mulder nods, watching him out of the corner of his eye as he drives.

“We had a fight,” Bill says to the windshield, and it seems to Mulder he’s now entirely forgotten who he’s actually talking to. “A big fight. This morning at my mom’s. And when I went out with the guys from the Academy tonight, I just …” He drifts off.

“Got drunk as a skunk?” suggests Mulder quietly.

“Yeah. I guess,” says Bill gruffly. He closes his eyes and releases a long breath. “So how do I fix it?”

There’s a pause as it sinks in precisely what Bill is asking.

Mulder clears his throat and tries to keep it light. “Bill, seriously, I’m the last guy on the planet who should be giving anyone marital advice.”

“I acted like a dick, I know I did,” Bill continues dully. “The job … is important to her. She misses going to work every morning and all that. Makes her happy. I acted like … some caveman. Like I was my dad. I just don’t know how to… how do I talk to her about it now?”

He brushes his knuckles over his eyes. Mulder isn’t sure if he is prepared to handle Bill Scully, Jr. actually crying in his car, but he feels an involuntary pang of sympathy.

“Well,” Mulder says, choosing his words carefully, “I’d say you should probably be completely honest. Tell her what you just told me. That you know you acted like a dick but you regret it. That you know how important the job is to her. And then … you know, try to listen to what she tells you. Really listen. Be willing to, uh, compromise.”

Bill turns to look at him, still aggressively rubbing his eyes, which seem wet. “Yeah, okay,” he says. “You think that’ll work?”

“Sure,” Mulder says, shrugging a shoulder. He’s not one to know a lot about success in relationships firsthand, but it seems like straightforward, foolproof enough advice to him.

“Hm.” Bill sniffs, quickly rubs his nose. Then he seems to relax and let his eyes fall close.

He is unsettlingly quiet for a few moments. Mulder sneaks a curious glance over at him, again wondering if he’s fallen asleep.

“Why do you do it? To Dana?” Bill mumbles, his eyes still closed. “I know you’re an asshole, but I kind of think you love her.”

Mulder stares numbly at the road and doesn’t respond right away. When he does, he finds that the truth unexpectedly slips out. “I do love her.”

“You have a fucked up way of showing it,” Bill murmurs.

“Scully and I are partners,” Mulder says by rote. “We’re not involved.”

Bill opens his eyes and gives him a look. “Both of you say that a lot.”

“It’s true.”

“My sister loves you so much that she’d do fucking anything for you, and you don’t even …” He drifts off, and he snorts. “I guess it’s not my business.”

Mulder wants to respond in all sorts of ways, like “Scully doesn’t do things because she loves me,” or “Scully is her own person and makes her own choices” or “You’re right, it’s not your business.” But it’s like his annoying-ass voice has finally run out of words to say.

“You know what? I’m gonna try what you said with Tara,” Bill whispers sleepily. “I really am.” His eyes droop exactly like his sister’s do when she’s tired. “I’m actually gonna do it. I love her, man. You do anything when you love her.” He closes his eyes for the remainder of the car ride.

***

When they arrive at Scully’s, it’s not that late, only about 10 o’clock, and Mulder has definitely banged on her door at worse hours and for worse reasons.

Yet he feels oddly anxious about this situation, like he’s the one who has done something he has to delicately explain.

He taps his finger against his hip in rapid rhythm as they wait for the door, her brother propped up against him like a giant sandbag. Bill’s alcohol must be soaking in cumulatively, because he seems to have become progressively more wasted, not less.

“Mulder?” comes Scully’s puzzled voice through the door. He doesn’t know exactly how much she can see through her peephole. Bill is slumping heavily on him now, though, and Mulder is buckling under the weight. He’s eager for Scully to let them in quickly.

“Scully,” he says in a strained voice through the door, “I’ve got a special delivery for you.”

They hear the metallic clicking of Scully’s various latches unlocking. Mulder gives Bill a reassuring pat and hoists his arm up higher on his shoulder.

“Bill?” gasps Scully. She is wearing some silvery silk pajamas, which is typical interrupted evening wear for her, but still always manages to give Mulder a little inappropriate thrill. “Are you okay? What’s wrong?”

“Dana,” Bill manages to mutter. He stumbles off of Mulder’s shoulder into her apartment. “How ya doin’, sis.”

“Is he … drunk?” Scully asks Mulder, stunned.

“In a manner comparable to a skunk,” Mulder confirms. “I ran into him in Alexandria. He was getting into some trouble, but it’s all worked out now, isn’t it, Bill?”

“Imma sit down,” announces Bill, sinking down on her sofa somewhere inside.

Her eyes wide, Scully runs her hand over her mouth in consternation, as if unsure whether to laugh or cry. “Come in, Mulder.” She turns back to her brother. “Do Mom and Tara know where you are, Bill?”

Bill has sunk backward on the sofa, his head lolling, looking up at the ceiling. He vaguely groans.

“I don’t think they do,” Mulder tells her. “He asked me to bring him here because he didn’t want them to see him like this. He said you owed him.” Mulder gives her a curious look and leans forward to add: “Looking forward to that story.”

A perfect roll of her eyes. “One youthful transgression, and you’re apparently obligated for life.” She huffs and locks up her door, then spins back around to Bill. “All right, Party Boy, let’s get you settled in the guest room. I’ll call Mom and Tara.”

***

It takes both Mulder and Scully’s full effort to get Bill safely ready for bed. Mulder would never have dreamed one day he would be struggling to help Scully take off Bill Scully’s shoes, dragging him into the bedroom, tucking him into bed. But he finds himself actually fluffing the pillow, encouraging the man to lie down.

“Best thing you can possibly do is to sleep it off,” Mulder advises in the world-weary tone of a wise old frat boy.

Bill has grasped Scully’s hand, and he seems to be solemnly pumping it up and down. “Thank you, Dana,” Bill whispers scratchily. “You’re a good, good sister. You know that? A good sister.”

“You’re welcome,” she says, faintly amused. “You’re right—I’m a world class sister. Now put your head down on the pillow, Bill.”

But Bill twists to the side and grabs hold of Mulder’s shirt, pulling him down towards him.

“Listen,” Bill says, leaning heavily into Mulder’s face. “Listen, man, thank you. For the advice about Tara. That was all right.”

Helplessly, Mulder looks up at Scully. She has a hand on her hip, and her eyes widen in surprise. She can’t contain an amused smirk.

“No problem,” Mulder says, managing to gently extricate himself and lower Bill back to the bed. “I hope it works out.”

“Me, too,” Bill says, nodding. “And I’m sorry for yelling at you, for interrupting your date. You’re all right.” He pats Mulder’s arm gingerly. “You’re all right.”

“It’s fine,” Mulder says, feeling his ears going fiercely hot. “No worries.”

He looks up quickly at Scully. She doesn’t look amused any more. No more smirk. It’s as though her face has been shuttered and boarded up, like all expression of emotion has been put away.

Mulder feels a stone in the pit of his stomach.

“I don’t wanna be rude or anything.” Bill’s voice is a barely understood mumble by now. “But I think I’m gonna sleep for a while.”

Mulder tries to catch her eye, but Scully just nods brittly and turns away.

***

[whathappenstotheheart]

Finally got my next @fourormore Bingo fic up, for the prompt "Birthday Sex"!

Title: Happy Birthday to Me

Fandom: The X-Files

Ship: Fox Mulder/Dana Scully/Sharon Skinner/Walter Skinner

WC: 2451

Summary: It's Mulder's birthday, and his partners manage to coax a secret wish out of him.

Read on AO3 - Read on SquidgeWorld

Hope you enjoy it! Just one more prompt and I have my first (and probably only) bingo...

[starwalker42]

starwalker42's fic masterlist ✨

A new masterlist because the old one was outdated. Please message if a link doesn't work! Tagging @today-in-fic

WIPs

Grounding Teen and up. Hurt/Comfort. After the traumatic events in Dudley, Scully is overwhelmed by everything that’s happened to her over the past few months. Mulder is there to help.

only one choice Explicit. A whole lotta smut. All my smut oneshots go here.

This Is Love Teen and up. Hurt/Comfort. Scully reunites with an abusive ex, and he threatens to turn her whole world back upside down.

One Shots

Birthday Blues Teen and up. Angst. <1K. It’s Mulder’s birthday, Scully is drunk, and emotions are coming out… but not the way they should be. Prompt from wtfmulder.

Coming Clean Mature. Angst. 3K. “Loving Mulder is as natural as breathing. It’s not lost on her that she’s currently underwater.“ Mulder and Scully deal with the fallout from the events of En Ami. 

Consummation Explicit. First time smut. 4.5K. My take on Mulder and Scully’s first time, probably some time around Season 7. 

Contact Teen and up. Romance. 3K. Five times Mulder touched Scully’s hand, and one time she touched his.

Dying Function, Living Key General audiences. Angst. 1K. Canon-divergent one shot based on speculation for Ghouli. 

everything i know (brings us back to us) Teen and up. Angst with happy ending. 4K. Post-My Struggle III, Mulder and Scully need to talk. Maybe getting stuck out on the porch together is exactly what they need?

human credentials General audiences. Autistic!Scully fic. 4K. A realisation, a car ride, and a question.

Morning After Mature. Fluff. 1K. Exactly what it says on the tin: sweet, romantic morning after banter and fluff. Oh, and a piggyback. Prompts from anons and wtfmulder.

Together Explicit. Smut. 3K. “I’m never leaving you again.” Scully hadn’t realised how badly she needed to hear those words. He’s staying. He’s staying forever. “Prove it,” she whispers.

Multi-chapters

Agapi General audiences. Mulder-centric fic with moments throughout the series. 4K. or Five Times Fox Mulder Fell In Love. A one shot in five parts. 

And The World Keeps Spinning Explicit. First time smut. 12K. Mulder and Scully’s first Valentine’s Day together as a couple (kind of!) and all the wonderful fluffiness (and smuttiness) that involves.

hard work Explicit. Sexting fic. 1.5K. A slightly different take on a prompt from the porn battle. 

Maestitia Teen and up. Angst. Redux AU. 6K. “We’re going to lose her. I’m sorry.” Lose her. Another euphemism. No one can say it. Maybe if they keep avoiding the word they can pretend it won’t happen, that this isn’t what they all know it is. 

Recovery Teen and up. Post-Tithonus Hurt/Comfort. 2K. Mulder and Scully work through Scully’s injury and what it means for them, together.

there will be darkness again - Teen and up. Angst/Whump. 14K. My take on the Febuwhump 2023 prompts.

Series

Sortis PG-13. Semi-abandoned. A collection of drabbles and snippets from throughout the years of Mulder and Scully’s relationship. 

[baronessblixen]

O Holy No (6/10)

Today's prompt: weed Christmas cookies

Summary: The morning after, Mulder is in for a couple of surprises… (wc: 1,666)

Tagging @today-in-fic

All Mulder is wearing is a smile. It’s still dark outside, and he didn’t want to wake up Scully yet. She needs sleep after last night. Just the thought makes his smile turn into a big grin. After their somewhat awkward first time, they found their groove. And they found it several times. His favorite, he thinks, is when Scully helped him out of his brand-new boxer shorts that he of course modeled for her like promised.

He tried finding it before he went into the kitchen, but the bedroom was too dark, and he couldn’t remember where Scully had thrown it because right after, she had taken him into her mouth. No jury would convict him for not remembering.

So now here he is, stark naked in her kitchen, once again watching the coffee drip-drip. He makes a mental note to get her a new machine for her birthday. Or they need to be spending nights at his apartment. His heart soars when he realizes that this is only the beginning. They will spend nights here, or at his place, or in some Podunk town. But they will be together, sharing a bed.

He quietly hums a Christmas song that’s stuck in his head, moving his body to the silent rhythm, and wonders where Scully stores the cinnamon. He’s going to wake her with a freshly brewed coffee, sprinkled with sweet cinnamon and a kiss. It’s going to be perfect. Mulder turns around, a spoon in hand that he uses to orchestrate the music in his head, and then he freezes.

There, at the door stands a person - and not just any person. They stare at each other for a millisecond before one of them screams and Mulder quickly covers his groin with his hands, embarrassment covering his whole skin.

“Hello, Mrs. Scully,” he says with a shaky voice and fake cheer. “Did not expect to see you here this early.”

“Obviously,” she says, clearing her throat. She shields her eyes with her hand and it gives Mulder enough time to reach for a dishtowel that he drapes in front of him as best as he can. “I wanted to surprise Dana.”

“It’s a surprise for sure,” Mulder stammers, trying to hide himself away and sneak away from the kitchen. Would it be impolite if he just ran off and left her standing here?

“What is going?” Scully shuffles in from her bedroom dressed in a robe – lucky her! - rubbing her sleepy eyes. “Oh,” she says looking back and forth between Mulder and her mother. “Mom, you’re here early.” Yes, unlike him, she seems perfectly calm. Then again she isn't standing here naked.

“As I just told Fox,” she says, no longer shielding her eyes now that her daughter is in the kitchen and Mulder at least somewhat decent, “I wanted to surprise you. I brought breakfast.” As if on cue, Scully’s stomach grumbles.

“That sounds great,” she says, licking her lips, and Mulder’s penis chooses that moment to twitch. He can only hope Mrs. Scully didn’t see that. The dishtowel isn’t giving him much privacy.

“I brought enough for three people,” Mrs. Scully says, unpacking her paper bag. “If you want to join us, Fox.”

“Um, sure. I just…” he makes a hand gesture, forgetting he’s holding the dishtowel which slowly falls to the ground, and then, in a moment of sheer panic, he runs back into the bedroom.

With the light switched on, he finds his boxers easily. His jeans, too. He puts everything on, safe for his socks, and sits on the bed, his head in his hands.

“Are you okay?” He doesn’t notice Scully until she’s standing next to him, a hand on his shoulder.

“That was-,” he says, unable to find the right word. How can he ever face Mrs. Scully again?

“Unfortunate,” Scully says, but she’s smiling. “I thought we had time, but Mulder… why were you naked in my kitchen?”

“That, too, was unfortunate,” he says. “I didn’t want to wake you and couldn’t find my clothes. I figured the only person who might see me is you. Does your mother hate me now?”

“No,” Scully assures him, her voice as soft as the fingers she runs through his hair. “She adores you, Mulder. Believe it or not, my mother has seen a naked man before.” Mulder groans. “But she did send me in here to tell you that because of what she saw, and because you now owe her, you can’t say no to spending Christmas with us.”

“I- what? She wants me to spend Christmas with you after what she- after what just happened?” Scully nods. “I don’t know what to say.”

“You better say you’ll be there.”

“But-” It’s in San Diego. Scully wants him there with her family in San Diego. And her mother does, too. Like he’s part of their family. He was there once before. For Christmas, too. Going back for the first time will bring back memories of Emily. Scully must be thinking the same thing. He can’t deny her this. If she wants him there, he’ll be there. “I’d love to,” he finishes and her eyes grow wide.

“Really?”

“Unless you were just saying that to-”

“No,” she cuts him off, planting herself in his lap, surprising him. This is a new side of Scully and he can’t get enough of her. How many surprises are awaiting him? She puts her hands on his face, her thumbs gently caressing his skin. “I want you there and I wasn’t kidding when I said my mom is expecting you to show up now. No more excuses.” She leans in, gently kissing him. He thought he’d have to go days without being able to taste her while she was with her family. Now he gets to be there, too. And he’ll get to kiss her like this.

“I’ll go home,” he says in between kisses, “pack a few things and take the first flight I can get. How does that sound?”

“Perfect,” Scully says, giving him one last kiss before she gets up from his lap. “Let’s eat something. I worked up quite an appetite last night.” When she winks at him, he thinks he’s still dreaming. It’s all too good to be true.

He arrives in San Diego in the afternoon, a good few hours after Scully and her mother. He told her not to worry about picking him up from the airport and that he’d get a cab. On his way to Bill Jr.’s house, he finds himself nervously pulling at his clothes, worried how he’ll fit in. After all, Scully’s big brother isn’t his greatest fan. He doesn’t want to cause any animosity. He’s booked a hotel room for a few days so if Bill Jr. throws him out, he at least has somewhere to go.

Mulder is as jumpy as a teenager who is about to ring his crush’s doorbell, knowing he’ll have to face her father. In his case, it’s the big brother. He swallows hard, waiting for someone to open the door. For a moment he fears, Bill Jr. is deliberately keeping him out here to send a subtle message. Not welcome here. But just as he’s about to ring the bell again, the door opens.

“Hey.” Mulder is convinced he’s stepped into an alternate universe. There’s Bill Jr. and instead of a greeting growl, he gets a smile. A big one. So big in fact that Mulder even wonders if that is the same Bill Jr. he’s met before.

“Hello,” he says cautiously. “I’m, um…”

“Spooky,” Bill says. “Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.” This cannot be real. He fell asleep somewhere and never woke up. He’s dreaming. But when Bill hauls him inside and into a hug, he has to concede that this is in fact happening.

“You were?”

“Sure.” Bill fishes a candy bar out of his pocket and stuffs it into his mouth. “Mom said we couldn’t eat until you were here. We’re starving.” Mulder follows Bill into the kitchen where Mrs. Scully is standing by the stove, giggling like a schoolgirl. Scully looked stressed out of her mind.

“There you are,” she says, quickly giving him a kiss in front of everyone and the dog. A dog that looks half beagle and half poodle and who Mulder has never heard of before. At least it's bigger than that orange fur ball Queequeg. The dog sniffs his pant leg, its tail wagging tentatively as if saying the jury is still out on whether Mulder is accepted or not.

“What is going on?” Mulder whispers, watching Bill and Mrs. Scully with their heads suspiciously close together, giggling uncontrollably. Scully leans against him and sighs.

“Weed Christmas cookies.”

“Excuse me?”

“Mom’s neighbor dropped off a box of cookies and well, they weren't your average sugar cookie. They were weed cookies. I’ve since taken them away because look at them. From Mrs. Henson, too, because she had no idea what they were. She thought she was using herbs her grandson had hidden in the kitchen. She was going to give these cookies to all her church friends.” Mulder has to refrain from laughing. Glancing at Scully, he sees that the feeling is mutual.

“As much fun as Mom and Bill are having,” Scully says. “It means we are in charge for now.”

“We are?” Scully nods.

“Tara and Matthew are at her parents and won’t be back until tonight. Someone has to make dinner and take care of Toodles.”

“Toodles?” The dog wags its tail and licks Mulder’s hand. “Oh, so you’re Toodles. Hi. So we make dinner, walk the dog and-”

“And get a Christmas tree,” Scully finishes for him.

“Sounds like… are there still any of the cookies left?” Scully playfully hits his arm.

Two days ago, he was hoping to catch a first kiss with Scully. Now it's like they're a married couple and he finds he's ready.

[nessataleweaver]

*whistles Wednesday theme*

Just realized - the fandom worked out that Wednesday's birthday was October 13, right?

So is Fox Mulder's.

...shit, I think I might have to write that crossover/fusion fic where Mulder and Scully investigate -is-it-Outcast-or-not cases, and they've arrested so many members of the the extended Addams family they're invited to all their parties and are considered adopted members of the Clan.

[blackbird-brewster]

Hiiiiii Kit I have been thinking more and more about sapphic CM/X-Files crossovers and how much I need some Scully/Lewis in my life. What do you think their ship name would be? And if you were going to write about them, what kind of fic would you write?

Also I’m very glad you came back to writing and that we’ve become such good friends this past year! ❤️❤️❤️

Waaaaaa, I love you Bex!!! Thanks for the ask. I'm so glad we're friends too!!!!

Honestly, ever since you mentioned this the other day I keep thinking about it toooooo. I'm such a slut for old-school OTP ship names vs pormanteau ship names. So might I suggest:

OTP: Two Good Doctors OTP: Tol and Smol (a classic) OTP: Be Gay Solve Crime OTP: Science Lesbians I'm sure we could workshop it. I'd LOVE a crossover where Lewis runs into Scully on the elevator at Quantico and they have a cute chat. Tara asks where Scully works and she's like 'Uhhh, in the basement' (presses basement button on elevator) Tara legit thinks this woman is doing a 'bit', because she's only been at Quantico a short time, and she's fairly sure no one works in the basement. (In this situation, Tara is an FBI psychologist -- non-BAU).

Time goes on, she has an appointment with a pair of agents who can't get along with each other. Honestly, she's s forensic psychologist, yet here she is being a middle-school counceler having to tell trained FBI agents to 'play nice'. And in walks elevator woman and some guy who looks like he hasn't slept in five years. (Remember how CM did the Mulder/Scully joke when the BAU was reassigned during the Barnes arc!?!?!? I've always wanted this fic) Tara learns the woman is name Dana Scully, Dr Dana Scully. The man is Fox Mulder. And turns out, they really do work in the basement.

Tara does her best to help them get through their conflict, apparently Mulder is kind of a loose canon, and Scully seems very level-headed. Tara ultimately asks 'why wouldn't you just transfer or get a new partner?' and Mulder/Scully laugh at the concept. Afterwards, Tara has Scully stay for a minute and she's like 'Look, I won't put it on the report but are you and him....together?" Scully gets instantly defensive about it, says something like, "We always have each other's backs." Tara shakes her head and says, "Yeah, but are you....dating...him??" "Why do you care?" Scully is absolutely missing the point here. "Because, I was hoping you were single...." Tara says. "Oh." "yeah." "Oh, right... well, yes, I'm single," Scully says. (With that cute little half-smile she gives Mulder when she thinks he's being annoyingly endearing) They'd be impossibly cute together with that nine inch height difference. I'd sob. Two very amazing badass FBI women, ugh, my heart!!!!! My two fave characters of all time, this is so overly specific to me.

BONUS MATERIAL: and old Emily/Scully crossover I wrote in 2016 [X]

Ghosts of the Past

When Scully went missing her mom had a head stone made. Which lead me to come up with the best AU/cross over ever…

For shits and gigs, Mulder had the head stone placed in the cemetery . (Because face it, he’s a child) Scully objected at first but secretly goes and visits once a year because it gives her some sort of inner peace.

Fast forward to 2012. Scully is on the metro on the way to visit her head stone for it’s 18th birthday (she brings a pile of scratch offs because it is now old enough to gamble.)

She strikes up conversation to the woman next to her. Scully feels like she’s seen the woman before but can’t quite place where. 

Scully’s stop comes up and she’s surprised when the other woman stands to leave as well. They continue their conversation during the short walk to the cemetery. 

The woman chuckles, “I guess we have more in common than we thought.”

Scully, panics, she definitely doesn’t want to admit to this attractive stranger that she is morbidly visiting her own grave. So she fakes a phone call and waves good bye to the other woman. 

Once the coast is clear, Dana goes to her grave and does her yearly moment of silence to think about how her life has changed in those many years since the X-Files. She’s peacefully reflecting when a hand taps her on the shoulder. 

“Sorry, I’m not follow you…it’s just…I never caught your name.” the smiling woman said.

Scully now had two options, either lie about her name and forgo the potential of getting to know this woman or telling the truth and hoping the woman wouldn’t notice the head stone she was sitting by.

“Dana,” she stuttered. “Dana Scully.”

The woman shook Scully’s hand happily and began to reply when she noticed the headstone. She read it aloud, “Dana Katherine Scully. 1964-1994…”

Scully sighed, expecting the woman to run screaming. (She knew Mulder would get a kick out of the who fiasco when she relayed the event later) But instead, the brunette burst into laughter. 

“Come here,” she chuckled as she pulled Dana off the ground and lead her a few rows over. 

The brunette pointed at the head stone in front of them, while wiping tears from her eyes from laughter. 

“Emily Prentiss?” Dana read from the stone.

Emily held her hand out, “Nice to meet you.”

Emily explained that she worked for the FBI and had faked her own death but had been adamant about keeping the head stone. Scully doubled over with laughter and explained she too, was an FBI agent who had been prematurely marked as dead.

After that day the two became best friends and ended up dating.