#x files fic

[pookie-mulder]

If anyone wants a fic idea:

Mulder gets roughed up somehow. He gets a minor injury (a scratch on his arm or something) and a more serious injury (bad bruising on his torso?) that’s more easily hidden. He’s a whiny baby about the minor injury, constantly asking Scully to bandage it and kiss it better, but hides the major injury from her. He wants to be loved and taken care of, but he doesn’t want her to worry.

Anyway, Scully finds out about the extent of the damage a few days later and confronts him about it and he’s like “nah it’s all good I promise. all the bleeding is internal—that’s where the blood’s supposed to be!” and she’s like “YOU WHINED FOR DAYS ABOUT THE STUPID SCRATCH LET ME LOVE YOU YOU IDIOT” and then they kiss or smth idk

[thursdayinspace]

fic: all after such a desert (2/13)

Rating: Explicit

Chapters: 1 / 2

This is a finished fic. I'll be updating as often as I can, aiming for twice a week. Thanks to leiascully for the beta, muldersfingers for the cheerleading, and libbytxf for the title!! I'm sorry that this chapter is a little later than planned. Life, y'know?

Summary:

He would rather stick his fingers in a wall socket than hurt or upset her, ever. He keeps waiting for this love to start hurting the way he knows all love hurts at some point down the road. But he’s loved her for years and here they are. Tentatively, timidly, his soul is still reaching for hers, asking it to soothe old hurts and pain. He doesn’t know how he’s ever going to be able to be enough, but he’ll try, he’ll try. And hope that eventually, maybe, one day he will deserve her, if he just tries hard enough.

In which Mulder learns what it truly means to be a whole person to someone.

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tagging @today-in-fic

[tumblemumbler]

Don't be shy, drop some fic recs?

Ok ok, I’m always afraid to do this because I hate to forget one and then the author doesn’t get acknowledged but I will do my best. Many of these are already listed by @enigmaticxbee who has heroically compiled numerous lists of fanfic recommendations by category. Many others out here doing that work (thank you!!), so this is very much just a “some things I loved” list. Most are explicit because I love me some smut.

love you but you’re green by wtfmulder - an incredible combination of nostalgia and sex

Contact High by Penumbra - I’m new to the game here, but it’s my understanding that this is a Classic Must Read and it’s for good reason

Suncadia by SisterSpooky1013 - one of the first ones I read, a case file and a getting together story that gave me a whole range of feels and got me excited to read more x files fics

Destined Reckoning by Spark_a_Flame - an AU crossover with a Stephen King book I’ve never read, but it didn’t matter. I’m always here for some post apocalyptic Mulder and Scully

Dropped Call by Phillip_Padgett - the absolute glorious smut this human writes is unbelievable. This is one of my favorites but there are no bad choices, every story is a banger (ha. Hahaha. Sorry)

Tremors in the unshakeable ground by coppersunlight - I’m not alllll about the angst, I’m more of an occasional partaker, but this filled a deep need I didn’t know I had for some goddamn Diana Fowley accountability

Shine On by cecily_sass - every once in awhile I read something with a premise I don’t even expect to like just because I know the author is good, and this one hooked me very quickly. It’s hard to describe what is so compelling: the words, the character choices, I don’t even know, just go read it.

from this morning forward by thursdaysinspace - a charmingly realistic look at how m&s do the hard work to find their way back to each other in the revival. Sweet, sexy, and gives the characters credit for all the effort it takes to make love last.

The X Files - Slip of the Tongue by Skinfull - every week I await the new installment, like a perfect little treat the universe is giving us for being fans

Si Hoc Legere Potes, Liberaliter Educatus by Aloysia_Virgata - so many great ones from this author, but this one cracked me up and gave me some feels too. A little revival therapy

Love and Bearclaws by Edie_Rone - short, sweet, and so so cute. A perfect little vignette

Throwing Good After Bad by oohnotvery - a clever twist on a common trope of the two of them going undercover together. Twists and turns and sex, oh my!

Takeout Interruptus by lonegunga1 - you need an ao3 login for this one. Just a cute funny slice of life in early MSR

Honestly there are so many more so my sincerest apologies to the authors I have read and enjoyed and didn’t properly get into this list - the fault is in my memory not in their work. Hopefully I have left them a comment at one point so that they feel appreciated! Also, all these authors have written many good things, go down those rabbit holes it’s the best.

One bonus, which is not actually X Files at all:

The Adventure of the Lady Detective and the Writer by mldrgrl - a romance saga between Stella from The Fall and Hank Moody from Californication. I was very skeptical and now I am a complete convert, this ship is genius.

[scullygazer]

Hi everyone! I hope you all are having an amazing holiday season 😊 This is for the Poang Pals Secret Santa 2024 gift exchange and my giftee is @sagan-starstuff 😊 I really hope you love it! The image makes sense with the fic, I swear 💚❤️

Mischief and Mistletoe

Rating: G

December 23rd, 1994

Fox Mulder hated parties. It didn't matter what they were ... birthdays, weddings, bachelor parties for co-workers, it was all the same to him.

Dana Scully wasn't fond of parties either. While she was used to them having come from a fairly large family that liked to host them all the time when she was growing up, as an adult, she didn't mind stepping back and declining invitations every now and then.

Neither one of them would consider the "FBI Annual Christmas Celebration" as a great way to spend a Friday evening after a long week of work. Both of them would rather be home, watching a good movie and ordering a pizza (Mulder's ideal evening) or taking a long bath with a glass of wine and a book (Scully's idea of a good night).

Here they were however, sitting at a long table with fellow agents conversing over drinks and Hors d'Ouerves. Scully nibbled on a few crackers on her plate and sipped slowly on a glass of merlot. She was switching to water in a few minutes, knowing she had to drive home. Meanwhile, Mulder was staring at his bottle of beer, attempting to pay attention to the "hilarious" story of Agent Thompson's golden retriever stealing a pie the past Thanksgiving but not succeeding. He envied Scully's ability to at least look interested though he sensed her mind was likely elsewhere too.

Scully noticed how bored Mulder looked. The two had been lucky to find two empty seats next to each other. She was at the point however where she was thinking of reasons to get up and leave this thing. It was almost 9 PM. She had used the restroom excuse twice as had Mulder. Luckily, three other agents ended up deciding to call it a night and it was a good chance for her to politely make her exit. She lightly tapped Mulder's foot under the table and subtly nudged his knee.

"Well, I need to get going" Mulder said, standing up and putting his bottle in the recycling bin. Scully followed him.

"Good night, happy holidays!" she said as she left the table.

"See you next year!" one agent said to them. "Haha" Mulder thought. Like he hadn't already heard that one a million times. He was surprised to not see Scully rolling her eyes but he also knew she was far too polite to do that.

As they walked away, Scully thought she heard somebody say her name. She peeked over her shoulder to see two agents whispering and one was pointing at Mulder. Despite it not having been very long since she began working with Mulder and only about a month since she had returned to the FBI after being in the hospital, she was very familiar with the rumors surrounding them every day. "Mrs. Spooky" she would hear others calling her when they didn't realize she was listening.

"Whatever" she thought as she headed into the basement to grab her coat and purse. She had stopped caring a long time ago. If that was all they had to say about her, she didn't think it was that bad.

Mulder wasn't bad either. She had heard about the lengths he had gone to after Duane Barry took her from her apartment and before she found herself in a hospital bed with wires attached to her whole body and her mother and sister surrounding her as she began to wake up and come to. Despite having no memory of how she ended up there, she had remembered the moment Mulder had walked into the room. Not a lot of people would do all that for a coworker, she knew once he told her all about it.

He was different from anybody else she had ever met.

He was special.

Dana Scully was also not someone who didn't plan things through. She was always known among her family, friends, and colleagues as somebody dependable and reliable.

However, she also knew that some risks are worth taking. On her way out, she decided to make one pit stop before getting in the elevator.

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When she entered their basement office, Mulder was collecting his belongings and looking for his coat. He could have sworn he left it by the door, maybe he put it on a chair? It wasn't on his desk either.

"Scully, I think I deserve extra presents this year. I was a very good boy and I resisted several urges to just walk out or tell Skinner I had an annoyance-induced headache" he said.

"Well", Scully thought. She had her own little gift for him. They had agreed to not exchange anything more than cards this year. Everything he had done for his this past year was already the greatest gift a girl could get.

"Mulder, I did something a little naughty before leaving the party" she said, with a sly smile

"Oh, Scully" Mulder said, curiously "I didn't know you were such a rebel"

Scully reached into the pocket of her tan blazer and pulled out a small piece of mistletoe

She giggled miscevously as she stood on her toes attempting to hold it over Mulder's head. Since she was struggling to do so due to her height (even with her heels), Mulder plucked it out of her hand and placed it over her head.

She turned bright red. Then she went in for the kiss. He met her rosy lips and kissed her back. After a few moments, they pulled away slowly and smiled at each other somewhat shyly.

"Merry Christmas, Scully" Mulder eventually said

"Merry Christmas, Mulder"

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Thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoy this and have a very Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and an amazing new year! ☺️☺️☺️

Also... I had to check just because I'm a bit of a perfectionist and December 23rd in 1994 just happened to be a Friday so it worked out very well for that 🤭

[enoughslices]

HEMNES Where the Heart Is

Rating: E Author: thefinestmuffins (on AO3) / enoughslices (on tumblr) Word Count: 3.8k Main Tags: Fluff, Crack, Humor, IKEAverse, Furniture Sex, Fanfiction about Fanfiction Inspired By: home furnishings by @thursdayinspace and POÄNG

Summary: After some time writing sex-focused IKEA furniture reviews, Mulder discovers that he and Scully have fans. 👀

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Tagging: @today-in-fic

[outerspace-castaway]

anyone know any good x-files fanfiction?

must include:

-pining/mutual pining/angst/yearning/etc

-pre relationship

-slow burn

-msr endgame (obviously)

-set between seasons 1-7

absolutely should NOT include:

-dom/sub / bdsm - not even a little

-established relationship

-emily

-AU (canon divergent is fine, AU is a no.)

-the revival or iwtb (i just wanna read about 90s mulder & scully)

~~~~~

~smut is optional but lets be honest some smut it cringe and can ruin the story

~casefics are fine but the main focus should be the romance

it can be an ivf fic, but not necessary.

~NO CROSSOVERS

~multi-chapter story - a reasonably long story - like each chapter should be 2200 words or longer - can be 8, 10, 20, 30 or more chapters

i am ok with original characters and other love interest before msr endgame

~i do love the fake dating trope though im not specifically looking for one of those stories.

Lastly i dont care for that gossamer site so if thats the only place the fic is i wont be reading it. i need to story to be in the center of the page not left or right, i have OCD & ADD, it needs to centered. sometimes for me, reading can be a chore, that is why i have all these specifications.

examples of fics i liked: (they dont all fit the above criteria)

A Platonic Affair XFNessy

hear no evil herewebloodygo

Loving Me Takes Patience by oohnotvery

Heart's Content by oohnotvery

Partners with Benefits by OnlyTheInevitable

Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic by SilhouetteOfACedar

Grace by LuminousPie

Keep It All the Year by incidental

Impersonal by SilhouetteOfACedar

We Are Young by incidental

Platonic Procreation by AgentTroi 

Blood For Your Part by incidental

O Holy No by Baroness_Blixen

Wherever Is Your Heart by oohnotvery

here be monsters by girlfromnowhere

[california-112]

December, 1989

A little pre-canon TXF snippet (~350 words) that I'm pretty happy with, so I'm posting it before I think too much about it. Maybe I'll develop it, maybe I won't. I'm just trying to post more fic rather than letting my 75+ TXF WIPs never see the light of day ;-;

TW for mention of child abuse/neglect but it has a happy ending I promise

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"So, you goin' out to your parents for the season?"

Mulder laughed hollowly. "Which one?" At Frohike's slightly frozen look, Mulder relented. "I'm sorry, you wouldn't have known. They're divorced. It means I've got quite the choice. The dad who hit me or the mom who neglected me. Hmmm." He faked thought sarcastically, then took a long drink, realising that he may have shared a little too much.

Frohike still hadn't spoken when Mulder put the glass down again, so he made a quiet addendum. "I don't want a pity party. It's just the truth."

"Well," Frohike said, keen to get back on safer ground, "you're welcome to join the three of us, but we're a bit sacrilegious." He made a lopsided grimace. "It's more of an anti-Christmas lunch."

"Don't tell me." Mulder laughed. "The reindeer are drones and Santa's in league with the CIA."

"Military, actually," Frohike said, faking seriousness, "and you'd never believe what he's got in his sleigh."

Mulder shrugged his eyebrows, snorting, and Frohike smiled a little just seeing the younger man's humour. It wasn't as though he walked around visibly bruised, but it had been pretty obvious to Frohike, and probably the rest of the Gunmen, that this kid hadn't had the greatest of upbringings- something in the self-depreciative humour, downward-twisted smile, and ability to shrink into nothing despite being over six foot tall. Now, Frohike learnt part of the truth. Abuse and neglect. Sadly, it tracked.

"Anyway, the lunch," Frohike continued, trying not to dwell on a past he couldn't change, "it's nothing special. We browse the message boards and rip apart old sitcoms over a potluck. Fancy it?"

"Um..." Mulder thought for a moment, wondering if he would be intruding, but Frohike's smile seemed to promise otherwise. "...yeah. Yeah, I'd like that."

"The twenty-fifth at whatever time you like." Frohike said, and Mulder was weirdly grateful that he hadn't called it 'Christmas Day'. "Lunch is the main event, but there's Frohike's famous fry-up for breakfast. And remember with what you bring that Langly might feel like being vegetarian."

"I'll add a side of rabbit food." Mulder promised, feeling an unfamiliar warmth in his chest.

[sculderand-mully]

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[grlbutnotwood]

the x files fic idea but it's actually spn fic I wrote 2 years ago.

1950s, Chicago. Lieutenant Scully, just out of the front lines and back in the city as a detective, is investigating strange ritualistic deaths when she comes across the son of the main suspect. The now dead main suspect - and yet the murders don't stop.

Fox Mulder has as much secrets as the town has war-weary soldiers with a drinking problem. He is sly and deceitful, and yet the most sincere person Scully had ever met. He's done awful things and yet he believes that Scully still deserves to be said.

It all goes downhill from here.

(But they still get a happy ending. I only write happy endings, life is awful already as it is)

(Guess who's who originally with spn dudes)

[pennyserenade]

new beginnings

i wrote this quickly for mulder’s birthday. i’ve never written any x files fics before, not really, so i guess you could say this is my first. it’s set in season one, unbeta’d & a product of a spur of the moment decision.

———

twelve & thirty-two feel miraculously similar and yet monstrously different to mulder.

even though it’s his birthday, he celebrates for samantha. he goes to work early, clicks around in emails, pours over files with flickering interest and sips away at too many cups of coffees as he waits for scully. while uneventful and bordering on macabre, his gift to her is a brand of brotherly devotion. he doesn’t know where she is, just that she is, and he works with the same dogged determination that landed him in this basement today, the same as any other.

later, when he chances a glance at sam’s photo, tucked away into a manilla folder, he starts to smile a half grin. he misses her so badly. it’s the kind of missing that is half nostalgia and half staggering grief, so he’s got to tuck the photo back away and try hard not to think too much about how badly he misses her.

in another month it’ll be her birthday but it will hurt a lot more to celebrate her then. he probably won’t. doesn’t usually. one year, after sam disappeared, their mother got their birthdays mixed up and he learned that it was easier that way. somehow it seemed if sam could absorb his birthday, take it, what happened seemed less awful because then at least she would’ve had more time being eight. he had felt like he was giving her something back, for all the times he was mean or awful. for all the times he had been unaware that their time together as children was drawing to an end.

sam was always so happy to be getting older, loved reminding him that the day she would be able to watch herself was getting closer and closer. he had hated that; she’d been so bratty about it. so adolescent. he wishes more than anything to hear that snotty whine of hers again. he celebrates her in this way, too: missing her, remembering her. if she has to exist in the liminal space of his mind he likes to make sure it’s familiar to her, painted with as much memory as he can offer.

lately it’s been easier. he’s hesitant to admit why, but he knows why: a certain red headed agent. the odd familiarity comes from her, her inclusion into this world of his. at twelve he didn’t know loss yet. he turned twelve, like he had turned eleven, and ten, and every age before it. at twelve mulder never thought this much of his kid sister in his life, not even when she was pestering him.

scully is not samantha. not at all. he doesn’t think of her in that way, isn’t looking for her to fill that spot. but she does fill a spot, a curious place he hadn’t known was even missing, really, until she’d walked in and taken it. mulder feels like he’s sharing samantha again, as if scully is a friend he’s invited over for dinner and not an assigned partner, and that’s…helpful. he hasn’t told scully much about her, but what he has told her is indefinitely more than he ever expected to. sometimes it feels like he won’t ever have to tell her more, like she will just understand, maybe even learn on her own, as if sam is hers too. not a memory, but a real kid.

what makes today most odd is the way he feels, though: lighter, buoyant. he knows this has something to do with scully too. he tells himself it’s nothing more than a schoolboy crush, that it happened because she’s young and pretty and he’s been stuck in the basement for far too long. he doesn’t go out enough. any man is likely to get a crush on a girl if she’s the only girl he’s seen - aside from the occasional naughty video - in months. he’ll say anything, but he knows there’s only small truths to any of it.

when she comes in, hours after him, she’s wearing a bright colored suit and her hair is down, same as usual. her lipstick is dark today, like she might know it’s his birthday. she can’t but the thought is nice. she smiles when she sees him. he takes off his glass and smiles back.

“you’re in early,” she notes and he nods. he rises from his seat and takes the projector remote in his hand. it’s obvious he’s been waiting for her. it’s my birthday, he wants to tell her, but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know why he wants to tell her so badly (except he does: because he likes her, & wants to tell her everything.)

“there’s this case,” he begins as explanation. already he can see an amused glimmer in her eye. she makes a soft sigh that’s meant to signal defeat, but it’s not defeat. from anyone else this would be a betrayal but from her it’s camaraderie. he wants her to do this with him forever.

he laughs, successfully egged on. she turns off the lights for him and a picture that doesn’t pair well with breakfast pops up. scully’s unflinching and he thinks: my god. nothing about it is improper, not dirty but longing. he wants to ask her to hold hands, maybe even make a blood pact. it’s innocuous, really. with scully suddenly he’s twelve and he’s not in that room, but a different one altogether. samantha is there but she’s happy, a nuisance. and it’s his birthday.

“mulder,” scully says, voice incredulous. the presentation is over and he’s smeared his thoughts on crop circles all over the room. she’s been patient and so has he; he has awaited her scientific mind all morning and like a present he can’t to unwrap it. maybe it is a present. “your theory is a bit of a stretch, don’t you think?”

he smiles. “c’mon scully, go easy on me this morning. it’s my birthday.”

suddenly it’s out. he’s thirty-two and he’s twelve and he doesn’t mind remembering he’s having a birthday this year.

“happy birthday, mulder,” she says. “i didn’t know.”

her eyebrows furrow like they do sometimes when he’s giving her something to think over. a piece of evidence. a body. today it’s just him. he likes being her object of study.

“you do now. hopefully it’ll make packing for this all the easier,” he tells her, shutting off the projector. “i’ve got a feeling about this one, scully.”

“but mulder—“ she interrupts, beginning her earnest counter argument. as he listens to her try to debunk those crop circles he had compiled and worked out into an entire case, he can’t help but think: this is the best birthday i’ve had in decades.

[spurious]

This is in my head so write a drabble of your choice thanks please danke

Scully/Skinner melancholy vibes my beloved:

Safety has always seemed hard to come by in their line of work; out of reach for two agents in particular, so Walter knows to appreciate this moment, to cup it between his palms like a precious, fragile thing.

Dana had called him, had asked that he come get her—something that’s occurring more often now, Mulder’s absence just as large as his presence, and Walter had been halfway to the parking garage before she’d even told him where she was.

Now, she’s dozing against the window of the government-issued sedan, looking small and vulnerable as she curls into herself, body shifting with the bumps in the gravelly country road. He didn’t ask how she’d gotten out here; he’ll get the report later, and anyway, she needs to rest.

Driving through the night, raindrops drizzling against the car windshield, Walter wishes he could freeze this moment, this safety; wishes he could promise to keep her safe and know it to be the truth rather than just wishful thinking.

[pookie-mulder]

August 2024 fic roundup

This was truly the month of the longfic. And to think I only read short fics until @skelavender showed me the error of my ways!

📰🖋️ Paracelsus by prufrockslove

One of the biggest txf fics ever, and I absolutely devoured it. I loved reading it right after Hiraeth and seeing all the little nods to their past lives. This author knows how to spin a yarn, guys. My one complaint is the never-ending miscommunications towards the end, which is never my favorite source of drama/conflict. Just talk to each other, you idiots! (Although they have those moments in canon, as well, I suppose.)

⚾️🏟️ A Moment in the Sun by prufrockslove

I will remember this fic for the rest of my life. It’s the type of fanfic you want to write fanfic about. It makes me wish I knew now to print and bind my own books. The universe is so rich and developed. Definitely in my top 5 of all time!

Here’s a list of things I love about it:

William. My precious, bratty British boy.

The way the plot includes elements of the mytharc but put together in a different way so you don’t know exactly how it’s all gonna come together

Emily!! You know I love a good Emily AU, and this fic certainly counts. I’m a sucker for a found family, and this fic delivers.

Josh Exley my beloved (and Arthur Dales, but the other one)

Dad!Mulder. The man is an absolute DILF. He tries so hard to overcome his shortcomings and be the father his kids need.

Frohike. His job as an eccentric baseball manager suits him surprisingly well, and his characterization is on point.

The little nods to canon, including episode titles and locations.

The insinuation that all of PFL’s AUs take place in the same universe (as Mulder said, “It has to take more than one lifetime to learn to love someone this much.”)

The only thing I’m not zazzed about is the ending. It kind of just…ends? I would’ve loved an epilogue or even a sequel (or a 12-book series).

🏫📸 Dr. Scully’s School for Exceptional Boys by prufrockslove

Oh boy. This fic is a tangled mess of emotions and betrayal and shame and guilt and love and promises and sacrifices and, most of all:

Definitely recommend.

👒👩‍🔬 The Regency Files by @slippinmickeys

I needed something that needed less mental energy after 4 massive PFL fics in a row, and this one delivered! It’s sweet, romantic, elegant, and has just enough of a plot to keep you interested. If you’re a fan of historical AUs (as I am now, I guess), this one’s a must-read!

🛌🍷 The Reunion by @muldersfingers

Absolute trope-y goodness without feeling too cheesy or predictable. My favorite part is how much they laugh and tease each other when they finally make use of that one bed ;)

🐶🥇 underdog takes the title by @wtfmulder

MSR’s first time is sweet, silly, and giggly. Mulder is absolutely pathetic and pitiable, which Scully finds hot (same, girl). It absolutely melted my heart!

👶👨‍🍼 the bitter and the sweet by @xf-cases-solved

What if baby William was a girl? What if they named her after Samantha?

Absolute perfection. This is how season 8 should have ended!

🏔️🌲 The Mountain Man and A Deadly Hunger by aka_Jake

This historical AU takes place in the same time period as Paracelsus, but it’s so vastly different in its setting that it’s unfair to compare them. In this one, Mulder is a Montana mountain man who smuggles arms to the Native Americans, and Scully hopes to become an army doctor in a nearby frontier town. It’s a classic Wild West romance with plenty of drama and conflict. I love how each of the characters feel like themselves, especially Scully, who retains her headstrong independence despite social norms.

🔙🥩 The Mastodon Diaries by aka_Jake

Mulder and Scully travel back in time to the Pleistocene era and must rely on their wits and each other to survive.

This is one of those fics that changes you as a person. I will be thinking about it for a long, long time. It broke my heart a thousand times and then lovingly stitched it back together. There were so many moments that took my breath away.

The portrayal of prehistoric humans is especially incredible — they’re so well-thought out, and their culture is so rich and developed. Even though 12,000 years separates us, we’re not so different from each other in the end. I absolutely fell in love with the native OCs, which is a compliment of the highest order. I already miss them!

Anyway, it’s like this fic was created in a lab specifically for me. It has all my favorite tropes and story elements: wilderness survival, historical AU(ish), soooo much whump and caretaking and hurt/comfort, found families, Dad!Mulder, and a surprising amount of romance. If you haven’t read this one yet, I’m begging you to give it a try!

🇦🇶❄️ On the Verge by aka_Jake

This fic fits into one of my favorite canon holes: How did Mulder and Scully get back from Antarctica? I love reading everyone’s different takes on this missing scene/plotline, and this one is no exception!

[thursdayinspace]

Fic: coffee and pancakes

Rating: T

Words: 1,881

Another instalment in the "all the ways they could get married" series that can - as always - be read as a standalone. These fics are not in any way connected. This one is set post-revival. I tried something different with this one. You'll see. I'd been struggling with figuring out how to make this one different until I was hit by one of those 2am revelations that had me scribbling away on the notepad I keep on my nightstand for that very reason, and I was very tired the next day, but that's okay.

Summary:

It’s amazing, he thinks, how quickly you can get used to things just because they feel right. It’s been no more than a few weeks since they unpacked the last of her boxes; there hadn’t been many to begin with. She had left a lot of stuff behind when she’d moved out and barely acquired new things during the time she’d been away. Everything is back where it belongs now.

or: Scully has moved back in and Mulder is realizing that a home is not just four walls and a door.

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[tumblemumbler]

I'm a sucker for those fics where they start having sex but they don't actually discuss the change in their relationship, or even acknowledge it. Do you have any recs? Phone sex as well!

Oh, fun! I don’t have a huge list for this, but I definitely have some that came to mind immediately. I’ll reblog with more if/when I find more. We’ll start with a category I secretly think of as “Let’s pretend this never happened (until next time)”. All NSFW:

Inspection by IngridGradient - in contention for my favorite in this category and maybe just in general. M&S decide it’s very important to check each other for ticks. Very, very thoroughly. This fic lives rent free in my head; I hope it never moves out.

Incrementum by lepusarcticus - hook ups throughout the years that go (mostly) unacknowledged or ignored, at least at first. This arguably only sort of fits the category, but it’s just so good

When The Lights Are Off by storybycorey - a little unspoken late night shenanigans

And for those who want some phone sex:

Dropped Call by Phillip_Padgett - a work of smutty art

Telephone by Phillip_Padgett - in a secret secondary category that I sometimes think of as “go the fuck to sleep, Agent”

On The Line by icedteainthebag - a little established relationship phone sex

The Ehrlenmeyer Flask by Skinfull - part of the ongoing first time for every episode series

[scullysstrapblog]

If I was even remotely capable of drawing people without making them look weird, I would absolutely draw Lily from A Bug In Time. Unfortunately I can't 😭

[enoughslices]

fic prompt: "if your knees are game then so am i" from this post from @laurencem (thank you so much for the prompt!!) (omg i guess we're really doing this lollll okay everybody buckle up)

try it bite it lick it spit it

Author: thefinestmuffins on AO3, enoughslices on tumblr Rated: E Word Count: 5150 words Status: Complete Some Tags for Vibe: Smut, Oral Sex, Humor, PWP, Feelings, Banter, Happy Ending Summary:

In the course of an investigation, Scully ends up perched on Mulder's shoulders. One thing leads to another... _______

There isn’t a ladder in the old warehouse.

Local law enforcement taped off and cataloged the crime scene weeks ago, but they’d somehow overlooked a little loft space near the ceilings. It’s just a small, shadowy nook, easily missed, at least ten feet up off the ground.

“No ladder,” Mulder says, hovering unnecessarily close to her ear.

“No ladder.” Scully shines her flashlight up at the ledge, but the beam of light reveals nothing but motes of dust.

“Maybe I could, uh…” Mulder scrunches up his face in consideration, then shrugs. “Boost ya?”

“Boost me?”

“If you climb up on my back, piggyback-style, then sit on my shoulders, chicken-style, and get your hands planted over the edge, then I’ll help push up your thighs so you’re —”

“So help me God, Mulder, if the next words out of your mouth are doggy-style —”

“Scully!” Mulder whistles a low, scandalized whistle, but his eyebrows are delighted. “Get your mind out of the gutter. I was going to say no such thing!”

She rolls her eyes. “So that’s your best idea? Boosting me?”

He simply smirks. “I’m game if you’re game.”

“If your knees are game then so am I.” Before she can overthink it, and before Mulder can say any more about animal-based body positions or make any quips whatsoever involving game or livestock, Scully starts to hike up her skirt.

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