#x files AU

[cndcrd]

Reylo X-Files AU 👽✨

[rotshi]

Happily Married Couple 💖 Silly Refs:

[ninsletamain]

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“I think you’d have better luck interviewing the victim, Andor.”

Cassian turns around, undeniably relieved to see his partner, Special Agent Jyn Erso, perched on the bottom stair of the half-rotted stoop. She blinks up at him from under the brim of her almost comically large umbrella. Her eyes are knowing, her expression as lucid as ever. She had, no doubt, witnessed the entire debacle between him and the local law enforcement on her short trip from the car to the sway-backed and moss-fringed front porch of their newest crime scene investigation.

“Ah, that’s not my job, Erso, that’s all you,” Cassian tosses back archly. Jyn rolls her eyes and he comes to join her on the bottom stair. He assumes that she does not wish to venture inside the rotted, sodden prairie Colonial until absolutely necessary (and perhaps is wanting to dodge the ire of the local sheriff that Cassian had just pissed off in almost record time).

“Lay it on me, Andor. What is it this time?” Jyn asks, trying to sound bored but he knows better. His partner likes to evoke the straight-laced, no-nonsense career woman but Agent Jyn Erso is also the most accomplished forensic pathologist and scalpel wielder in the FBI… perhaps in the whole damn country. And one doesn’t reach such lofty acclaim by being squeamish. She had also quietly denied several career opportunities over the years that could be considered, well, more sane, in favor of chasing lights in the sky and slicing and dicing in backwater morgue bays.

Had stuck with him. But he tries not to think about that part.

He ducks under the umbrella and they venture out in the weedy front yard in tandem. Jyn makes no effort to accommodate his seven inch height advantage and Cassian does not expect her too. The rain is a dismal, steady drizzle and much of his back is damp within a few steps.

“The victim— 34, male— looks to have been frightened to death,” he announces as if commenting on the shitty weather.

“Cassian,” she groans, stopping to look at him like he had just expressed his desire to join the circus. He knows that tone well. It’s also never a good sign whenever she uses his first name. “Frightened to death?”

He nods, trying, and apparently failing, to keep the amusement off his face because Jyn’s eyes close and she sighs mightily as they continue on their way. “You ever heard of the Boogey Man, Erso?”

“There’s no such thing—“

“Look, I’ll leave it to you, Dr. Erso. Once you get the autopsy done and dusted then you can call me crazy.”

They reach the car and Jyn pulls the door handle on the passenger side. She drove here, but she is not fond of driving— especially when there is a perfectly good man to do it for her— and Cassian is always happy to oblige her in her few glints of prissiness.

She closes the umbrella, shakes out the rain and swings her sensible kitten heels into the car. “Cassian, I’ll save us both some time.” She leans precariously close to him, elbow on the center console of their little rented Cabriolet. He freezes in the midst of fastening his seatbelt (after having to push the seat back what felt like a good four feet). Her hair is damp and a bit wild despite the shelter of the umbrella (her hair always gets frizzy in the humidity— he thinks it’s unbearably cute) and he can smell her perfume. His heart stops in his chest.

“You’re crazy,” she pronounces sagely and falls back into her seat.

He puffs out a laugh, shakes his head, and fires up the car.

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Watching from across the room

[incelrorschach]

buck and eddie x-files au ☺️ for @ifandwren!

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this is a prompt fill for @911Actions ! submissions are closed but keep donating to, and supporting families in Palestine 🇵🇸

[lyleeloop]

"Drinks After Work" a Creek paranormal investigators/X-Files AU comic.

Sorry I abandoned this AU for a few weeks. Hope you enjoyed this!

[dansemacabre]

pinesconers. for my x files au.

[lilyerida]

Percival Graves x Tina Goldstein (x files au)

Im in looove with this fandom and GoldGraves!!

Inspired by this fanfic (use google translate, you wouldn’t regret, I promise 🥹): https://ficbook.net/readfic/9851535

Small description:

Percival Graves is entrusted with a difficult task: to infiltrate the FBI X-Files department and convince agent Goldstein that magic doesn’t exist.

[its-ya-girl-phoeni]

Sometimes I wish there was an episode about Mulder and Scully swapping bodies, mostly because the thought of it makes me giggle

[sapphicscholar]

A/N: We’re here! At the end! Thanks so much to those of you who read along live and especially to everyone whose comments made this long writing process (my longest Hacks fic to date--and second longest in the whole tag--after nearly a year of no fic writing whatsoever!) a little less lonely and a hell of a lot more fun.

And I can officially sign off on this chapter and finished fic as Dr. SapphicScholar 😘

Chapter Preview:

“There’s a whistleblower,” Deborah murmurs as they slip through the door to Ava’s apartment, their phones both turned off and safely tucked away in Deborah’s car, which is parked nearly a mile away in some random garage.

Ava’s eyes go wide. She knew it had to be something big for Deborah to insist on this degree of secrecy, but after weeks upon weeks of stagnating progress, she hadn’t dared to hope for anything this significant.

“What?”

Deborah nods, her eyes darting all around the apartment. “Someone from Palmetto Labs says they have something to show us.”

“How—how did they even know about us? Or contact us?”

[rotshi]

Ayo?

[couthbbg]

Duchovny: This is kind of about failure. We missed a chance…because you're the only person that knows what I was going through and I'm the only person that knows what you're going through, and we didn't make use of that…There are things that you do miss, if you don't try to stand up and be vulnerable and say, “What it's like for you?” I know that I never asked that.

Anderson: To your point about your ending. We never talked about it. I don't think I ever blamed you... I don’t think I was upset. I mean, for me, at that time, [I thought], can I [quit] too? I thought, well then we're both going to because clearly I can't go on without him, so surely I'll be able to…

— David Duchovny & Gillian Anderson x

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[shitouttabuck]

wip wednesday

tagged by @rewritetheending @onward--upward and @alyxmastershipper 💓💓💓

i haven’t reeeeally started writing anything other than planning this out broadly because it’s very plot heavy but got a little lost thinkin about the intimacy of shaving the other day so this is from x files au in some shitty shared motel room while they’re cryptid hunting or chasing aliens idk we’ll figure it out

When he emerges, hair towelled dry and in clean clothes, Eddie frowns at him. “What?” he asks. “Promise I didn’t finish all the hot water.” “No, you just look—” Eddie gestures at Buck’s face, “—scruffier than usual.” “Oh,” Buck says, running a hand over his day-four stubble. “I forgot my razor.” “Oh,” Eddie’s face clears, “just use mine.” Buck swallows. “Um. Okay. Thanks.” Eddie nods at him and goes back to squinting at his phone, so Buck about-faces and re-enters the bathroom. It’s not a big deal, he tells himself as he foams up his face. It’s like—like sharing a hairbrush. Intimate, sure, not something you’d tend to do with people you don’t know well, but it’s not a big deal.  He wets the razor and brings it to his throat, heart hammering there so violently it feels like his Adam’s apple is trying to get out. If his hand doesn’t stop trembling he’s going to nick himself, and God, he is being absolutely fucking ridiculous. Deep breath. The razor glides over the thin skin of his throat, muscle memory even as he stares at himself in the mirror. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this every morning, using this very razor. Blade edge kissing his jaw the same way it kisses Eddie’s. Doesn’t think about Eddie doing this for him, hand holding his chin as he shaves Buck carefully, grip firm when he turns Buck’s face this way and that. Doesn’t think about Eddie kissing where the blade kissed him first.  Doesn’t think about any of that when he rinses the razor clean and slots it back into the travel mug, where Buck’s toothbrush rests against Eddie’s with such easy familiarity it’s about to spark a whole new crisis. 

tagging @try-set-me-on-fire @jeeyuns @housewifebuck @anxieteandbiscuits @forthewolves @zahlibeth @athenagranted @buckactuallys @transboybuckley @icecreampotluck @diazblunt if you have anything to share today or later!

[lyleeloop]

More info for the Creek paranormal investigators/X-Files AU I’m thinking too much about.

I also have ideas for the rest of the gang so let me know if you’d wanna see more of this!

[justhere4thevibez]

hellcheer X files au where Eddie's the believer and Chrissy's the skeptic.

BUT Chrissy's also trying to hide the fact that she's a vampire from her conspiracy nut partner. she doesn't believe in aliens or ghosts or bigfoot, that's ridiculous! but she does believe in the one thing they haven't investigated yet, and she's desperately hoping they'll never get around to a case involving one very specific type of monster...