#mulder POV

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #50: "Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys" by Prufrock’s Love

Today’s rec is an AU set a decade after S9, tackling the emotional fallout of Scully giving up William for adoption.

Since it’s PFL, you know what you’re in for: mega-angst and pain (more, please), an appealing Mulder characterization and POV (dad!Mulder front and center), twisted, dark, messy dysfunction, and that intense, unyielding love we’re all here for, all wrapped up in a narrative so riveting that you won’t be able to put down.

I have mixed feelings about this story, but it features THE reunion scene of all time, breath-stopping, crazy hot, and hitting every note perfectly. That’s the fabulous PFL at her finest.

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🥏 on AO3 🥏 on xffics

length: novel, 71,000+ words season: season 9 pairing(s): M/S UST to RST, Mulder/Other, Scully/Other tags: AU, action adventure, colonization, angst, Mytharc, jealousy, rift, separated/reunited, baby fic, theGunmen, Mulder-POV rating: mature/R

Tagging @today-in-fic

[etoilesombre]

Chapters: ¼ Fandom: The X-Files Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alex Krycek/Fox Mulder Characters: Alex Krycek, Fox Mulder Additional Tags: Christmas fic, Light Angst, Pining, Sad Bastards on Christmas, Eventual Smut, Fox Mulder’s Apartment Gets Broken Into Like Grand Central Station Summary:

Set after The Red and the Black. Thinking Mulder is out of town, Krycek breaks into his apartment on Christmas in search of information. Mulder is not, in fact, out of town.

[vampirewalterskinner]

It’s all about them, actually

[california-112]

Mulder's little giggle as he gets on the vibratey bed is KILLING me

[tbpickle]

Outsider's POV

If the viewers can see how these two act around each other, other characters on the show should too, right?! Are there any fics from their perspective?

I've read a few gems, but would love more please! =)

On The Outside by starwaler42 Perfect Opposites by @sisterspooky1013 - Not the Same by MissAnnThropic - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/2214812/1/Not-the-Same Through Basement Walls by @msrafterdark Ice Water by @cecilysass

[leia-organaa]

The number of times I have seethed and yelled “I am gonna kill this son-of-a-bitch” or “you motherfucker” or “selfish bastard this is all your fault” at Mulder while reading prufrockslove’s fics. Right now I’m at Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys. When a fifty-something still exudes the same angst and self-centred blindness as a fifteen-year-old I just want to slap him until he comes to his senses. I also want to hug Scully and sucker punch anyone who’d hurt her whether physically or emotionally (yes, including Mulder) because that woman has been Through It All and sacrificed everything, including herself. I’m only in the first part, but it pisses me off that he has the chance to live the life she wanted with their son, meanwhile she’s forced to stay away. God, women can never catch a break.

[agent-troi]

i think i’m more inclined to stick up for mulder even when he doesn’t necessarily deserve it for the same reason scully is. he’s been emotionally abused by most of the people he’s cared about his whole life, living with a burden of responsibility and failure that he never should’ve been forced to bear, and he’s constantly ridiculed and dismissed as “spooky” when all he wants is to find his sister. i’m not saying his trauma is an excuse for treating scully badly sometimes, but the fact that he never really knew what a healthy relationship was supposed to be like is an explanation (as is his lack of emotional object permanence when it comes to the people who have hurt him). i think people overestimate how difficult it is sometimes to unlearn unhealthy habits (especially when they may not even have a clear understanding of what healthy even is), and i’m definitely not saying mulder shouldn’t try (the man desperately needs therapy lmao), just that i understand him i guess

[randomfoggytiger]

"I've Already Lost One Sister to This Quest You're On"

Part of the evolving Bill Scully POV series (on Ao3, or Part I, Part II, Part III, Part IV, Part V, Part VI, and Part VII.)

Based on @baronessblixen's prompt: "I wish you'd write a fic where Bill Jr. and Mulder at one point get a drink together (or play basketball) and talk about being an older brother (and maybe even losing a sister)."

Hope I did it justice~.

Post Closure, or thereabouts.

*****

It would be easy to miss anyone amidst the tidal wave of Saturday morning shoppers. Head down, leaning over a folder, Fox Mulder looked like every other slim, dark haired American male knocking back a burger and soda.

Bill, eagle-eyed and resentful, picked him out from across the foodcourt.

Mulder hadn't noticed his approach; and, not one to pass up an opportunity, Bill slapped a food tray on the table loud enough to startle. He was pleased when Mulder twisted upright with shock and a touch of outrage pinched in the corners of his mouth.

“Mr. Mulder.”

“Bill.” 

A few years ago, Dana's partner would have hunched down, defensively posturing against oncoming judgment. Now, he seemed roughened, gazing warily out from under distrustful forehead lines and disheveled, sharply cut hair. His sleeves were too large; and he pushed them further up his forearm, eyes bouncing back and forth between Bill's.

“Dana with you?”

“Yeah.” 

Of course she was. When wasn’t she. 

Tara had run into her in the deli aisle. From his wife’s tactful “two salads, two sandwiches, and two cups of dessert”, it didn’t take a math degree to deduce his sister was still traveling in pairs. Bill figured if he found one of them, he’d attract the other. 

Hence, the impromptu lunch meet. 

Mulder watched, without disguise, while he pulled the cart close and sat in the only available chair; then, shrugging, took another bite of the thickly wrapped, thickly layered burger Dana most certainly hadn't wasted money on.

“On a case?” 

 “Yes.”

“Staying long?”

“We have a flight out this afternoon.” 

Of course.

Ripping off a pop tart wrapper, Bill grunted. “Was she planning to stop by, or was that too out of your way?”

He watched Mulder’s jaw clench, unhinge. “Why don’t you ask her?” 

“I’d have to see her first.”

“You saw her at Christmas.”

“And then work came up.” He leveled a glare across the table, refused to back down when it was leveled back. 

“Not every Christmas, Bill.”

“Yeah. Just the big ones.” 

Mulder’s chair scraped backward, its raucous jerk spinning a few heads. Bill figured he had about five seconds before his chance to see Dana turned tail and stormed off. 

“Mr. Mulder.” As expected, the other man politely paused mid-sweep, hand poised around a hill of crumbs. “I’m not here to argue. I just want to see her.” 

To his credit, Dana’s partner digested his words, and sat-- albeit stiffly, with clear intent to ignore. 

In silence, they waited. 

And waited. 

“She said she’d be awhile,” Mulder repeated, working his way through a mound of fries.

“She usually doesn’t take this long.” Pivoting in his chair, Bill scanned the room. Even if she were close, her head wouldn’t clear the shoulders crowding together. 

“She does when it’ll be awhile.” 

“Mr. Mulder, I know her. Dana’s up and out the house in under an hour, back from an errand in under two. Always has been.” 

“When she has to be. Scully usually prefers to take her time.”

There was no mistaking the challenge in that ambiguous statement; but Bill swallowed his response and counted it for glory.

“Dana loved these as a kid,” he abruptly offered, pointing at the unfinished half of his pop tart. “She and I would fight over the brown sugar ones. When she was really little, Dana’d get mad and try to argue it wasn’t fair I got the bigger piece because I was older. So, Mom let her have one all to herself. That cured her. She was always so sensitive to junk food. Makes sense why she became a doctor.” 

Mulder was still, posture slowly unwinding as he balled up the food trash and nodded once. 

“Charles stole a couple cookies from the jar one time and needed an accomplice to help finish them. He begged her; but she didn’t want to feel 'sugar sick' later, so refused. After he was punished, Melissa caught Dana crying about it in her room.”

“Why?”

“If you don’t know the answer after seven years with her, Mr. Mulder, you never will.” It was a cheap shot, Bill owned, but earned.

His opponent flinched but didn’t waver. “She felt she’d let him down.” 

“She always was a little Mother Teresa.”

Mulder tilted forward, elbows planted on top of his reading material. “Is that what you think she does? Make her choices based on the weak and wounded? Find a charity case and become its bleeding heart?”

“I think you underestimate her nature.” Plowing over Mulder's snort, he insisted, “You buy her unbeatable act because it allows you drag her across the country no matter how much pain's she's in. Dana would rather die than admit defeat. And I think you feed her inclination to go above and beyond so that it won't become a solo act, chasing your...."

It was too hard to keep anger alive while remembering darker times and soberer feelings.

"Little green aliens," Mulder finished. “If that’s what you believe, then you don’t know your sister, either.”

When he stood this time, both knew Fox Mulder wasn’t coming back. But he stayed a moment, contemplating, before reaching out to briefly touch Bill's shoulder. "But... you can, Bill. You can know her."

Without another word, he tossed his trash, gave a parting nod, and walked off, head disappearing above the crowd as he drifted further and further away. 

And Bill sat, and waited, and wondered.

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Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

Tagging @today-in-fic

[triplehmunson]

𝙋𝙊𝙑: You work in the FBI and by orders of your boss in command you had to team up with three of your coworkers, to carry out an investigation against a very powerful mobster. The problem is that you don't get along very well with your colleagues who are Mulder , Scully and Pena when you inform them that they have to do this job together, they all get upset because mainly Scully doesn't trust you because a couple of weeks ago you "promoted" very quickly and you're already in the major leagues and she thinks that just for your "beauty" fools men, after about two weeks and after a lot of work and investigation you shut Scully's mouth up because thanks to your contributions to the job, they managed to catch the gangster and you and your other three colleagues congratulated them and You were promoted.... In the end, you and Scully smoothed things out and started a friendship.... and possibly you find love in Javier since they got too close and forged a great friendship and mutual affection. (You are Lizzie 💕)

[fine-nephrit]

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #28: "This House is Burning" by Tesla

Today’s fic is one of the best profiler!Mulder casefiles. It strikes a nice balance, offering just the right amount of everything: the case is engaging with genre-savvy details yet is neither convoluted nor cumbersome; the romance is front and center but not overindulgent. The prose is straightforward and streamlined. It flows with such ease and pulls you into the narrative effortlessly — it’s a page-turner before you know it.

A number of cliched romance tropes are played straight (e.g., the 'one bed' scenario, misunderstandings due to an inability to communicate), but the excellent writing pulls them off with great subtlety. I buy it all. I love the dialogue in the final scene that resolves the emotional arc, marking one of my favorite UST to RST moments. I often find sex scenes dull and skippable, but every single one here is hot, short and well-written. This is a comfort fic that I return to time and again, enjoying it with unchanging pleasure.

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🥏 on X-Libris 🥏 on Gossamer (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3)

length: novella, 36,000+ words season: early seasons, probably season 3 pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: casefile, angst, smut, rift, one bed, undercover, Scully-POV, Mulder-POV rating: mature/R

[softnow]

take this w a grain of salt since it’s from my personal limited perspective but the way modern fandoms seem to be navigating more and more towards character x reader fic boggles my mind. there’s nothing inherently wrong with it, but it’s just so different from how i’m used to interacting (and seeing others interact) with media. like i’ve never even enjoyed oc fics that much except on very rare occasions…i can’t imagine reading something where i’m the oc lmao

[leiascully]

Just a reminder that I'm still taking "I wish you wrote" prompts.

[benoitblanc]

just finished emily... hwat the fuck...

[mytardisisparked]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The X-Files Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Fox Mulder & Dana Scully, Fox Mulder/Dana Scully Characters: Fox Mulder, Dana Scully, Scott Blevins Additional Tags: First Impressions, Mulder gets to be a profiler, Pre-Episode: s01e01 Pilot (The X-Files), Episode: s01e01 Pilot (X-Files), no beta we die like queequeg, Mulder does his reasearch, I did my best research for this please excuse any inaccuracies Summary:

Fox Mulder is told he's being assigned a new partner. She starts in less than 24 hours.

Good thing his background is in criminal profiling.

[riderwrites]

Mulder had just wanted to go to an NFL game. When a case took place in the same location as a game, he scooped it up on that thought alone. He needed to get out of town, he and Scully needed to get out of town. Mulder knew he could have the case solved in fifteen minutes, hell he had figured it out from the case file alone. White male, mommy issues, probably some burnout. Easy. Mulder was looking up seats before Scully came into his office that morning.  

She didn’t seem off as Mulder clicked for the 40-yard line, grabbed his coat, and pushed out the door before she even set her bag down. He gave her the gist on the car ride to the airport, went over the finer points as he bought them overpriced airport food, and was flipping through stats from an even pricer sports magazine that labeled the Viking’s chances for a win as a kinder word than shit. It was going to be easy, Mulder wanted something simple for a change, something he had control over. When the desk called their boarding number, Mulder grabbed Scully’s things with a smirk that got him an eye roll and they headed off to board the plane.  

“Oo, back seat,” Mulder said, grimacing at his ticket.  

“Well, that’s the safest part of the plane, Mulder,” Scully said as she moved down the aisle in front of him. “God knows what we’d do without the leading expert on the supernatural if this plane went down.”  

Mulder smiled as he tried not to trip in the small, confined place. “I think that would have more fans than you might think.”  

“This is mine,” Scully said, stopping at her aisle where an older man and a bored 30-something were sitting. Mulder reached up to open the overhead carrier and put Scully’s suitcase in it. He exaggerated the weight, shooting her a pained glance as he did.  

“How many pantsuits are in this thing?” Mulder said.  

“Haha, very funny,” Scully said as she stepped into her aisle seat. “Not all of us can wear the same suit and tie combination four days in a row and have no one notice.” She looked him over. “You’re going to be okay in the back?”  

Mulder lifted his Sports Illustrated. “I’ll be able to keep myself entertained.”  

Scully rolled her eyes. “We’ll see about that.”  

She turned to make her way to her window seat when one of the other passengers made to stand, looking between them.  

“I can trade seats if you want to sit next to your husband,” He offered to Scully. Scully chuckled and looked down at her feet.  

“We just work together, but thank you,” Scully said. Mulder smirked to himself when he saw the look on the younger guy change. From the “she’s married to this big blocke” to her to “the pretty woman is available.” Mulder, conscious of the line forming behind them, leaned in quick to say.  

“She’ll second guess everything you say and she’s usually right. I’d stay clear.” Mulder heard Scully’s sigh as he made his way to his seat, settling in for the long flight.  

“How was your date?” Mulder teased as the two of them rejoined at the terminal. Scully smiled at him, the sun peeking out of the gray, midwestern sky behind her.  

“Oh, it was wonderful,” Scully replied. “I invited him to come to the NFL game with us.”  

“We only have two tickets.”  

“I figured I’d get you another magazine and you’d wait in the car, Mulder,” Scully replied, shooting him one of her smug expressions when she says something she thinks is clever. Of course, Mulder would laugh, nudge her shoulder with his and they’d be on their way to baggage claim. Mulder grinned at the easy banter. The flight had been more boring than he expected, he had regretted not playing house and sitting next to her.  

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