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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝐅𝐎𝐗 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When Mulder arrests Alex Krycek, he sets the stage for a dangerous reprise. Y/N is now in the line of fire, and Mulder's enemies are determined to hurt her if it means breaking his morale. He must make a choice: let her go, or condemn her. 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲: Anonymous

𝐅𝐨𝐱 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 @foxmulderlovebot

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Agent Mulder arched his back against the Interrogation room's rigid steel seating. His body ached with tension. He breathed in time with the steady ticking of the clock, and ignored the dullness of the swinging lights above. He fixated his attention onto the detainee seated across the table, determined to hear the truth.

Alex Krycek stared back just as intently.

"I'm not sure why you're smiling, pal," Mulder said, finally. He loosened his tie before skimming over a folder of printed documents. "Murder... conspiracy... treason... domestic terrorism... You've been caught on every front. You can count out a miraculous escape this time."

Sickly shadows ghosted across the room's cracked walls. Krycek grinned, his eyes darkened from the shade. "You think you've got me trapped? Sorry to rock you off your pedestal, space boy, but I won't be sticking around."

"You're not going to hurt anyone else," Mulder pressed. "I've nailed you."

Krycek leaned back in his seat and jangled his chained wrists. "This won't last," he scoffed. "You're a smart man, Agent Mulder, so use your brain. We both know that I have connections." He leaned forwards until Mulder could feel the whisper of his breath when he spoke. "You threw off my mission. My employer won't be pleased. There will be consequences to your derailment of his progress."

"You're talking about Black Lungs, aren't you?" Mulder grinned. "I hate to break it to you, but throwing off his dirty schemes is my job."

"And breaking your morale is his."

Krycek licked his lips in dark satisfaction. His handcuffs chimed merrily as he leaned forwards and lowered his voice. "By arresting me, you've slowed down the old man's plans," he whispered. "Now it's time to pay the price."

Mulder's jaw clenched at the subtle threat. "What are you saying?" He asked carefully.

"Your heart, Mulder. He's going after your heart." Krycek pulled back and winked. "Y/N is in the line of fire now."

Mulder's eyes dropped down to the table. His fists clenched until nails pierced skin. The air seemed denser than it had a moment ago. The clock kept ticking, but his breathing strayed from its rhythm.

Without warning, Mulder lunged forwards and gripped the collar of Krycek's tattered coat. "Nobody touches her!" He shouted. "Do you hear me? Nobody lays a hand on Y/N!" He tightened his grip until he heard the tear of stitches.

"You did this to her, Agent Mulder! Nobody asked you to be the hero!"

Mulder's grip faltered as the echo of Krycek's words set in. His own ambitions had ultimately jeopardized Y/N's wellbeing. He pulled back roughly and stood up. He felt shaky on his feet, but held his ground. He studied Krycek's indifference, looking for any sign of deceit in his cold eyes. He searched for a reason to believe that Y/N would be okay, but found none.

From his periphery, Mulder noticed another agent and a guard rush through the door. He shoved past them, but before departing, he spoke crisply. "If anything happens to her, I swear that not even the iron clad bars around your prison cell will keep me from getting to you, Krycek. I won't let you hurt her."

Krycek spared a glance behind his shoulder. "Then I guess you'd better run, Agent."

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Y/N lounged on the sofa of apartment 42, listening to the static of the radio. Fox was due home hours ago, but it was past midnight and there was still no sign of him.

She began to drift off, lulled by the late night quiet. She had nearly fallen asleep when the front door creaked open.

"Fox?"

He didn't reply. Y/N watched as he stepped towards her and knelt down.

She studied the shadows beneath his eyes. Even through the darkness, she could see that something was wrong. "Are you alright?"

Mulder pressed his lips together. His brows furrowed in contemplation as he focused on his next move.

"I need you to listen to me," he said, finally. "I know that you deserve an explanation, but I don't have time for it right now." He leaned forwards, close enough that Y/N could feel the warmth of his breath. "You need to pack up a change of clothes, and you need to leave. Now."

Y/N's eyes darted across his terse features. He seemed disheveled. There was an urgency to his tone that she didn't recognize. What worried her most was the fear in his eyes.

"Fox? I don't understand what you're telling me." She reached for his hand, but he jerked back.

"We're running out of time! The longer we wait here, the greater their chance of finding you. Can't you understand that?" Mulder stood up and flicked on the lights. He began collecting Y/N's things, desperate to send her away.

"Who's going to find me?" she asked, frightened. "What's going on? What aren't you telling me?"

He said nothing.

Y/N watched as he crudely packed up, fetching what he could find. He moved quickly, his actions mirroring his urgency.

"Fox?"

He ignored her questions, and concentrated on his duffle bag instead. He tried to be meticulous, if only to push away the dark reality that was creeping in too close.

Y/N finally snapped. She rushed towards him and gripped at his sleeve. "Mulder, just tell me the truth!"

He paused.

"The truth?" His eyes burned at the effort of his control. He dropped the duffle bag. "I don't even know what that is anymore. I don't know where the truth begins or ends. All I know is that somewhere along my search for it, I fell down the rabbit hole, and now, the price for my mania is your life."

He gripped Y/N's shoulders. The blue of his eyes gleamed through unspent tears as he struggled through his next breath. "I've killed you, Y/N. That's my truth."

Y/N dizzied at his words. She always knew that Mulder's place in the X-Files carried with it threats of danger, but she never expected to be caught in the middle of it. Nevertheless, she refused to blame him for their predicament. Their relationship had always been a risk, but it was one that they took together.

She pressed a hand against his chest. "Don't think for a second that this is your fault," she said. "I chose to be a part of your life. Whatever's happening, we'll get through it."

She laid a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "We're okay," she whispered.

Mulder's jaw clenched. He pulled back and grasped her hands in both of his own. "I love you," he said softly. "And I appreciate your assurances, but this is bigger than you can imagine. I'll be damned before I see you hurt." He rested his forehead against hers and shut his eyes. "You'll be safe once you're far away from me. Please. Just go."

Y/N was almost convinced by the desperation of his tone. She focused on the feel of his fingers laced around her own. She could feel his growing anxiety from the slight tremble of his hands. She sighed, cognizant of the truth neither wanted to admit. "Fox," she whispered. "Wherever I go, they'll find me. I think you know that as well as I do. At least if I stay put, we'll have each other. There's really no point in sending me off."

She waited while he mulled over her words. Finally, he sighed and dipped into the crook of her neck. "I was really hoping you wouldn't have a clever argument to counter mine," he mumbled. "I figured flight would beat fight in this instance. Leave it to you to dismantle the pristine logic in my plan."

Y/N could hear a faint smile sounding over the pain in his voice. "It was a stupid plan," she teased.

"That's still to be decided."

Mulder shifted until he caught Y/N's gaze. He placed his hands on either side of her face and slid his fingers delicately over her skin. His touch was warm, his hold firm.

"We'll get through this," he said softly. His words weren't so much a declaration as they were a question; an appeal for a bit of hope in their crisis.

Y/N leaned into his touch. "The two of us," she nodded. "I know it."

Mulder smiled.

He turned back on his heel with a new sense of calm. "It's not like we have an alternative," he said firmly. Y/N watched as he stepped over to the desk and fetched a roll of masking tape from the drawer. He ripped out two strips and joined them to stick an '𝐗' against the window.

Mulder perched on the corner of his bureau and assessed his handiwork. "We'll get by," he affirmed. "They won't get the better of us. Whatever they might think, we won't step down."

Y/N joined Mulder by the window and wrapped her arms around him. "I wouldn't expect anything less from you," she breathed.

The pair stayed silent as they looked out at the night sky. All was quiet for now, but they knew that in time, there would be a steep price to pay for peering beyond the smoke screen. In that moment however, it didn't matter.

Not when they had each other.

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muldermuse · 6 months

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Hallöchen!

Will it be okay for you to write a nsfw sequel to “reader gets jealous of Fox’s new coworker” headcanon? That ending was perfection 🤌🏼

PS Love love love your writing and can’t wait for spooky season fics 💗

the fact that i will never get to make out with Fox Mulder in his dingy basement </3333

nsfw belowwwwwww

(also this is the hc that was referenced in the ask!!! i love u all tysm for sending things through)

Fox had been working a new case, Scully was off so he had this new agent with him…and god, she was gorgeous. A bright smile, beautifully styled hair and her shirt and skirt combo was pressed within an inch of it’s life. She was called Amber and yes, she was gorgeous- she was also rude. A rude person. A rude person who was currently staring at your fiancee like he was a slice of cake.

You brought her and Fox a coffee (you’d learned from your interactions with Agent Wilson), Fox smiled and thanked you as he took a sip of his usual flat white. Amber didn’t take a sip, she politely smiled but did not make eye contact with you. She didn’t thank you. A lot of these things may sound petty but in this moment; you decided you had to do something.

You manage to leave your desk early so you can be there for when Fox and Amber are leaving the basement. She confirms with a wink that she’ll be there for 9am sharp and Fox politely agrees with a smile as he wraps you into his arms and asks you about your day. You do not miss the way Amber’s eyes track your body up and down before she leaves. You can practically smell the jealousy coming off her body.

To be honest, it kinda makes you feel primal. He’s your fiancee, you wear your engagement ring every day, Fox’s desk has two framed pictures of you and Amber definitely knows about your relationship. So, even though you have already made your relationship clear to one co-worker, you realise you need to go nuclear with this one.

***

The plan starts in the morning, whilst Fox is showering and brushing his teeth, you apply your dewy make up and put his favourite lipstick on. You time it perfectly to ensure that when Fox is leaving the shower (with a towel hanging loosely around his waist) he sees you bent over your vanity in your garter and suspenders. Fox has never been shy about how much he loves them, when he goes down on you he asks if you can put just them on with no underwear so he can feel the nylon of the tights pressed against his ears. You clock his expression in the mirror as he realises how you’re dressed. Before he can see your smirking reflection in the mirror, his naked body is pressed against you.

“Baby, you can’t do this- we have to go to work” He presses slow kisses to the back of your neck as you continue to dab on your lipstick “How am I supposed to work knowing you’ve got this on all day”.

You know the plan is stupid. Really stupid and like something from an awful porno- but as Fox slept soundly last night, you ran through the plan in your head and you’re fully committed to it.

You run your hands through his damp hair and press your chest close to his; feeling his heart rate accelerating with the skin to skin contact. You move your hands down to his waist and run your fingers lightly over his towelled waist.

“I’m not sure baby…you’re just going to have to try really really hard” You softly bite his neck and push his towel down, your hand passes gently over his hard dick. He moans into the touch and kisses you deeply. You make eye contact with a smirk.

“I need to get to the office early today so you’ve got 5 minutes” You press a quick kiss to his lips as you scamper off. Fully aware of how great your ass looks with the garter and suspenders. You know you have Fox wrapped around your finger at this point.

Fox drives to the office and the tension is high, he keeps his hand on your thigh throughout the drive and keeps rubbing his thumb higher and higher. You can’t help as you move in your seat and moan softly into his touch. As he parks up, he kisses you and gently slips his tongue into your mouth. He goes to open his door but before he can leave, you kiss the side of his face and whisper into his ear that you forgot to put panties on this morning. Fox looks at you dumbstruck as you exit the car and head to the elevator to take you to the basement.

***

All this planning had lead to the moment that Amber walks in. You’re obviously not fucking over Fox’s desk (although it was highly tempting, it was also a lil bit unprofessional) but to be honest, the scene she walks into is just as intimate. Fox’s shirt and your skirt have been thrown onto the ground as you straddled him on his office chair. You were pressing deep kisses to his neck and feeling his moans leave his mouth. He has one hand grabbing your ass and the other one tangled in your hair to push you deeper into his neck.

It’s highly compromising.

It’s private.

It’s fucking perfect.

You know it’s Amber by the gasp and the sound of two disposable coffees being dropped on the floor in shock. “Oh my god-Fox I’ll give you a minute”. The door quickly slams shut as Fox kisses you in apology.

“Fuck baby, I’m so sorry…I knew she was coming in early just…time got away from me I suppose” He grabs your skirt from the floor and throws it at you, both of you trying to hold back giggling as you quickly dress in an attempt to look professional- despite what you’ve both just been caught doing.

Fox pulls you into a kiss before he goes to sit down, he goes to wipe the smudged eye make up from your under eye but you stop him before he gets chance. The smirk on your lips seemingly reveals your sordid plan. Fox smirks back at you, he pulls you into a deep kiss as he grabs your ass with both hands, he murmurs against your lips “Pretty good revenge plan baby”.

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womanarana · 7 months

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Let me speak my truth

they’re father & son and no one can convince me otherwise.

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spidey-is-tired · 1 year

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Is it purely platonic to call me like, every night?

Summary: Mulder has a nightmare and calls Scully in the middle of the night for help.

Wordcount: 770

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A/N: 'sup! this is my first fic in this fandom and therefore it might not be brilliant yet but practice and all that I was rewatching s1 while writing so this may kinda have s1 vibes/be influenced by that yes the title is from a conan grey song but i just saw it on pinterest and the line reminded me of them

Her phone was ringing.

Her phone was ringing and she was going to kill him.

Scully moved her head slightly, fumbling for her phone before bringing it to her ear, “I’m going to kill you.” She hadn’t even found the motivation to open her eyes yet, but she knew she was going to kill him. A small laugh came from him on the other side of the phone, a little crackly but him all the same.

“I mean it Mulder, if this is an x-file, at—” She paused, finally cracking her eyes open to see her clock, red numbers staring her in the face, 2:47 almost burning her eyes in the inky blackness of her bedroom, “at quarter-to-three in the morning, then I’m going to kill you even more.”

“It isn’t an x-file,” He promised, pausing with a small yawn that she almost recognized from cases. It was the little suppressed yawn, where he didn’t want to reveal how tired he truly was, where he only wanted to keep talking to her about anything in particular, rather than falling asleep.

“Mulder, we have work in about five hours. Is there any way this can wait until we’re in the office?” She rubbed her eyes, letting them fall shut again after a moment. She knew he wouldn’t be talking about anything too important or work-related, or that if it was, he’d bring it up again once they were in the office.

There was a pause almost long enough where if it was any other person she’d assume they’d fallen back asleep, however this was Mulder. “Yeah, we can talk tomorrow.” Scully could hear a small smile in his voice, she could hear the odd shift in his voice.

The pause lasted longer this time, neither of them hung up, even though a sense of finality seemed to come with Mulder’s words.

“What’s going on?” Her voice stayed simple and quiet. Every night since she’d gotten home he’d found some reason to call her, some reason to show up at his apartment. She hadn’t brought it up—neither of them had—she’d assumed it would settle and she found no need for the awkward conversation if there was no point to it.

However now it was almost 3am again, and she was so close to dozing again, lay sideways and letting her phone balance on her ear carefully so that she could remain curled up under her duvet and cozy and she needed to know what was going on with him, so that they could both finally get some rest.

“What d’ya mean?”

She knew he was likely on his couch—she didn’t think he actually even used that bed of his—and that there was a high probability that he hadn’t even changed from his work clothes.

“Mulder,” She said, almost forcing a more stern tone in her voice, hoping that further poking would get him to actually speak to her. “You know what I mean, talk to me or I’m going back to sleep.” She knew that he likely knew that was an empty threat, she didn’t care though. There was the possibility she was going to fall asleep by accident anyway on the phone to him.

Silence rang out again.

“I needed to know you were still here.” The simplicity of the statement hung heavier than anything he could’ve said and it clicked.

“I’m here.” She said, her voice returning to the more gentle tone, “I’m not going anywhere, Mulder.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” She repeated. “But I am hoping to go to sleep, however, if it’s any comfort to you, I can leave the phone on until you fall asleep. So you know I’m still here,” She suggested.

“You don’t have to Scully, I don’t mind leaving you to sleep. It was stupid and I know you’re okay—I know you’re there.” He sounded almost defensive.

“I know, but just so you can sleep.” She argued, despite having absolutely no energy to argue and hoping that he was also tired enough that he’d simply cave. He’d been plagued with nightmares as long as he knew her—probably longer—but since her abduction he seemed to be barely sleeping—if at all. She wasn’t certain this could help, but she got the feeling this would ease his worries at least slightly.

“You sure you’ll be able to sleep too?”

“If I can’t, I will hang up on you.”

“Alright,” He laughed slightly and softly, “Goodnight, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

She focused on his soft breathing on the other end of the line as she peacefully drifted back to sleep.

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jodithann827 · 24 days

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One Night Stand (Revised)

2/13

Rated X (this chapter)/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic

Dana Scully Residence

Friday Evening

“That sounds like an amazing time,” Dana says, slightly breathless from the stairs they climbed up to her floor of the apartment building, while she unlocks her door. She and Mulder went for coffee after they left the bar and talked for over an hour until the coffee shop needed to close down. They talked about simple things; hobbies: his sports, hers science, childhoods: vastly different, and school. Neither appeared to want to focus on heavier topics and they were having such a nice time, they didn’t want to call it a night. They hit it off and talking seemed so simple, so natural, and effortless. They talked about Dana’s family, and Mulder’s time in England, and were genuinely enjoying each other’s company. They kept the conversation light and entertaining. After leaving the coffee shop, Dana suggested continuing the conversation at her apartment. Just conversation, she told herself as they walked to her place. The night was peaceful and the weather pleasant with only a cool breeze in the air.

“You know William, I know it sounds cliche, but I don’t usually do this,” she says, hanging her coat up on the entryway hook. She drops her keys, clattering, onto the side table by the door. That’s a lie; she NEVER does things like this. She can’t believe she’s even entertaining the idea. She never brought guys home to her apartment, at least not ones she isn’t dating seriously. What if he’s a serial killer? At least I would go out having a great conversation, she thinks, wryly.

“What? Invite strangers back to your apartment?” he chuckles, then adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.” She turns to look at him and smiles. He continues, “Look, Dana, I don’t do this sort of thing eith…” but before he gets the words out, Dana lunges herself forward into his arms, her mouth enveloping his. He’s caught off guard but opens his arms, and his mouth, to her and immediately moans. He didn’t expect this sort of thing. It wasn’t what he had anticipated. Dana runs her tongue along his lips and the roof of his mouth. She pulls him by his shirt collar and guides him to her bedroom.

“So, Dana, how many people live–” he starts, but she cuts him off.

“I live alone,” she says, breathlessly, which is all the confirmation Mulder needs to hear.

Mulder guides his hands up and down her back, rubbing gentle circles, while their tongues duel, each vying for a place on top. Mulder sets one hand just above the dip on Dana’s ass, the other hand sneaking gently under the hem of her shirt. Dana removes her tongue long enough to start working the buttons of her shirt, which she successfully gets open, despite her shaking hands. Why am I shaking, she wonders. Because I haven’t had sex in 10 months and there is an undeniable spark between William and me, she rationalizes with herself. Mulder moves his hands over hers to help her remove her shirt. He slides it down, past her shoulders, and lets it drop to the floor.

He nips at her lips again, then moves his slowly down to the juncture of her neck and shoulder. He pulls back briefly and sees her simple, but beautiful, black lace bra. “So stunning,” he mumbles as he reaches his hands around her back to loosen the contraption. Her breasts spring free. Dana sees his mouth actively watering, which sends shivers down her spine. His mouth begins to map a trail from her lips, down her neck, and to the valley of her flushed breasts. He takes the opportunity to lick, nip, kiss, and suck.

Still teetering on the line of being nervous as hell because she never does this, and wanting to seize the moment, Dana blushes but decides to live a little and enjoy herself. Something about him makes her completely comfortable. She twists her fingers through his hair as he pulls a rosy, pink-tipped nipple into his mouth. He licks over it with his tongue and begins sucking and swirling around its peak. His other hand meets the other breast and as he begins kneading it, Dana lets out a low moan, “Oh William.” She reaches for the button on his jeans, swiftly opening it and yanking them down.

“Do you have anything?” she asks, in a deep and husky voice, before she’s too far gone to think somewhat rationally. Mulder gently lets go of her nipple, slowly dragging his tongue across her skin to her other breast. She walks him backward and they fell onto her bed. She straddles his now bare legs, having lost his pants somewhere along the way, and feeling his erection hard between her legs.

“William,” she says again, a little more forcefully. He pulls her other breast from his mouth and looks up at her, clearly enjoying himself if his grin is any indication. “Do you have a condom?” she repeats. He sheepishly looks like a deer in headlights. How endearing, she thinks, knowing he went out without a plan to get laid. Dana rolls off him and reaches into the drawer beside her bed. There she has the leftover condoms from her last relationship, thankful for having them now and not tossing them at Ryan’s head when she kicked him out for the last time. She pulls out a condom, and tosses it to him, implicitly telling him that he needs to put it on. Mulder smiles a thank you, pulls his boxers off, opens the package, and rolls it over his throbbing member. He’d been so focused on Dana’s top, that he doesn’t realize she removed her bottoms. He reaches out and strokes her a few times. She’s slick and ready for him.

“How do you…” he starts but she quickly interrupts him.

“On top,” she states firmly. She climbs back onto him and slowly sinks on his waiting hardness. “Oh god,” she says, breathlessly.

“I’m sorry,” Mulder stammers, mistaking her comment for possible pain.

She smiles and kisses him square on his lips. “It’s ok,” she promises, sucking in her bottom lip, “it’s just been a while.”

Mulder draws her lip into his mouth and sucks. He doesn’t dare move until she indicates she’s ready. He feels her insides stretching as she adjusts to his width. “You feel so amazing,” he whispers into her ear, “so wet and so tight.” He nips on her earlobe, leaving her mouth.

“Mmmm,” was all she could acknowledge. She starts to rock against his body slowly. He begins to move in time with her. He pulls a breast back into his mouth and she places one hand on his chest. Her rocking becomes faster and more hurried.

“It’s been a while so I am sorry I don’t know how long…” he tried to say.

“Put your hand on my hip, like this” she shows him. His hands immediately engulf her sides, where he grips and circles his thumbs over her fiery skin. “It’s been a while for me too,” she promises. His lips found the crook of her neck again and he begins to nip and suck. She rides him faster and faster.

“Oh my god William, oh god that feels incredible” she pants.

“So close,” he tells her, though she can feel it in his erratic movements. He thrusts up into her, meeting her each way. He desperately wants to please her as well. He slips his hand between them and thumbs her clit. She jumps at the initial contact but continues her rhythm.

“Oh my… oh, oh…,” she pants, grinding into him. He speeds his fingers up and grunts into her neck.

“Oh, oh oh William, yes. Don’t stop. Oh my god, I’m coming” she shrieks, as her muscles clamp around him, overtaken by her release. Suddenly, Mulder explodes into her, biting down on her neck. It seems like their shared pleasure goes on and on. After a bit, breathing heavily, Dana slowly rolls off of him.

“Wow,” he sighed, trying to slow his beating heart.

Dana extricates herself from him and leaves the bed, heading for the bathroom. She closes the door part of the way, trying to get her breathing under control. That was mind-altering, she thinks to herself as she uses the toilet. She finishes, flushes, and quickly washes her hands. She opens the door and stares for a moment, a smile plastered on her face, at the man in her bed. “Bathroom’s free,” she says, almost shyly, walking over to the bed. To his credit, Mulder returns her smile and makes his way to the bathroom. Once the door shuts, Dana lets out a breath and quickly slips on her panties and a ribbed tank top. She gets back into bed and snuggles into the covers.

After a few minutes, the bathroom door opens and Mulder emerges, stark naked, hair sticking up in different directions, and he looks utterly delectable. He stops for a moment, gathering his boxers, clearly uncomfortable, not wanting to presume his next movements. Dana smiles and moves the covers, indicating that it’s ok if he wants to join her. He makes his way into the bed and looks at her.

“That was amazing,” he says, kissing her lips slowly. He works his tongue into her mouth gently and she smiles into the kiss.

“Yes, it was,” she replies, a little unsure of how to continue, knowing her next words are probably not what he wants to hear. SHe doesn’t have to, as he beats her to it.

“I sense a but coming,” Mulder states.

“But,” she says, hesitantly, “I’m just starting out in a new career that is going to be intense and time-consuming, and I think that’s what I need to focus on right now,” she explains, her eyes cast downward. He smiles and lifts his finger to her chin, pulling her face up so she’s looking at him.

“It’s ok. We’re both adults. I know I can speak for myself and say I had a really good time. I understand work and intensity, believe me,” he adds, attempting to make her feel better.

She sighs, choosing her next words carefully. “It’s just, the term ‘one-night stand’ sounds so, I don’t know, maybe cheap?” she tries to explain.

“Hey now, listen,” he encourages, taking her cheek in his hand, “it’s ok. Again we’re both adults. I think we both had a really good time,” she blushes again at his words, as he continues, “We had some fun, some amazingly hot sex, some great conversation. Not all in that order, of course. That’s all it has to be. It’s ok, I promise. An amazing night between two consenting adults” he assures her.

“I’m sorry,” she said quietly, still unconvinced.

“Why?” he asks, “For giving me a mind-blowing orgasm? Please do not apologize for that!” She giggles and smirks at him, softly kissing his lips. “Do you want me to go?” he asks, adding, “I won’t be offended if you say yes.”

How amazingly sweet of this man, Dana thinks to herself, before adding aloud, “It’s late. I think the best thing would be for you to stay if that’s okay with you. I mean the word night is in the phrase one-night stand” she attempts a little humor. She snuggles closer into his body, her actions indicating she doesn’t want him to leave. He wraps his arms around her and slowly they fall into a dreamless sleep.

Scully Residence

Saturday morning, May 9, 1990

Light streams through the closed blinds in Dana’s bedroom. Birds are chirping, the sounds of a brand new day. She opens her eyes, slowly, and immediately recalls the last 12 hours. Did she really…

“Good morning,” comes a rugged voice, belonging to the very naked and warm man spooning up to her. Not a dream, she assures herself.

“Hi,” she said, quietly.

“I’ve been up for a bit, but I didn’t want to take off while you were sleeping,” he tells her, honestly.

“I’m glad you didn’t,” she admits, moving her back closer to him if that’s even a possibility. She can’t get enough of the feeling of his body wrapped around hers.

“You know Dana,” he starts, nuzzling into the flesh below her shoulder, “Even though it’s called a one-night stand, technically we haven’t gotten out of bed yet so…” he’s grasping at straws and he knows she knows it.

“Shut up, William,” she says, rolling to face him. Her eyes fixate on his mouth. “Do you have anywhere pressing to be in the next few hours?”

“Just inside you again,” he replies, and then he makes use of his time over and over again.

#dana scully #fox mulder #the x files fanfic #au fanfiction #steamy #x files #baby agents

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agent-starbuck · 2 years

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Stupid Deep

They drive in silence down a quiet street near Sebring, Florida. It's dark out-- a fine mist creeping in with its eerie, opaline tendrils, blanketing the asphalt as their car navigates its way through, collecting tiny droplets of moisture on the windshield as it goes. Only in Florida would you need to use windshield wipers when it wasn't even raining. Everything here is damp.

They've spent too many hours in the Florida sun, and this case has been exhausting. She thought a little sunshine would feel rejuvenating-- a way to recharge her batteries after recovering from her cancer, but it's done the opposite. She feels utterly drained. Suddenly, she misses the brisk, fall air back in DC.

She forgot how much she hates mosquitoes.

If she were being entirely honest, it's not the sun or the damp or even the mosquitoes that have found her in a less-than-amicable mood tonight. It's Mulder.

He's been in a funk all day; his irritable behavior manifesting itself in subtle ways-- maybe too subtle for the average person to perceive-- but luckily, after five years, she's well-versed in Mulder's unpredictable and erratic behavior. The set of his granite-sharp jaw, the way his nostrils flare ever-so-slightly when he talks to her… his piercing black eyes that slice right through her.

She wonders, sometimes, if Angry Mulder is much different from Turned-on Mulder, but immediately chastises herself before the thought encroaches into dangerous territory. There are times to nurture that curiosity and times to push it deep down inside where even the Florida sunshine can't reach.

They pull into the motel parking lot, and she almost feels the impulse to ask him what's wrong as he kills the engine, but the words shrivel and die on her lips before he unbuckles his belt and reaches for the door handle.

Maybe it's that she doesn't want to know. Or maybe it's that she already does, deep down, but is afraid to acknowledge it.

"Night, Mulder," she attempts as she exits the car, but he's already crossed the threshold to his room, the door snicking shut behind him with a finality that echoes through her ears and makes her feel a little too uneasy.

Once inside her own room, she paces back and forth like a caged animal. If only he was aware how crazy he made her sometimes. Years ago, she would've been able to let this one go. Often times, she would find Mulder in these capricious moods and found it best just to give him space. Many times, she even found it endearing.

But tonight? Tonight feels different. Tonight, she's skirting that thin line between wanting to kiss him or kill him

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slippinmickeys · 17 days

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Twenty questions for fanfic writers

I was tagged by @agent-troi and @randomfoggytiger Thanks for the tag, guys!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

712,000 exactly, which is sort of creepy?

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The X-Files mainly, though a million years ago I wrote two fics for JAG, and technically, I have a His Dark Materials fic (but it's an XF crossover)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae

Prompt Drabble Collection

The Annapolis Grant

Three Part Harmony

A Companion Unobtrusive

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! Comments are the only payment fanfic writers get, and it's an incredibly valuable and underrated currency. Fanfiction as a community is one of the most generous you'll find, and I'm incredibly proud to be a part of this particular one.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh man, probably La Comtesse de Saint-Germain.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

In this day and age I feel like we deal with enough shit, so I try to end most of my fics happily. I think A Gem-Like Flame probably has the most uplifting happy ending, but then, I'm a sports nerd.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Um, probably pretty vanilla het MSR. No shame.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've only written one, but it turned out really well, I thought. It's an X-Files/His Dark Materials novella-length crossover that takes place in Lyra's world, pre-Lyra, called Out of the Little Grove.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Anyone who steals my fic is going to catch these hands.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, a couple of years ago someone asked if they could translate one of my fics to Russian. It's out there somewhere.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I jumped in and helped @monikafilefan get Five Years and a Lifetime over the line for a fic exchange a couple of years ago. A fun, collaborative experience, that was like 85% Monika. It's a great fic, check it out if you haven't!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Mulder & Scully are my OTP. Always and forever.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I'd love to finish Madam Scully's Spiritual Services, Inc., it's an AU where Scully works for her sister's Psychic Boutique while prepping for med school. Scully ends up being actually psychic and she helps newly minted FBI agent Fox Mulder solve a series of murders. I have it almost completely plotted (except for the nitty-gritty hard stuff), but I don't think I'll ever get it done, sadly. It's just too big a story to tackle with where I am in my life. Though I never say never.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I'm decent at dialogue, have a pretty firm grasp on plotting, and, I hope characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

My character work is probably my weak spot, which is why I have so much fun writing fanfic--the character work is already done, I just get to play around a world where everybody already knows the characters.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

When I do it, I hope like hell that I'm doing it right. I think it's necessary for some stories and you just hope you're properly respecting a language you don't speak.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The X-Files, in the year of our lord nineteen hundred and ninety eight.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

It's a toss up between Proof of Life, an AU where CNN conflict reporter Dana Scully is kidnapped and imprisoned with fellow kidnap victim and photojournalist Fox Mulder, and they, you know, fall in love. And North of Zero, a post-col novel where Mulder and Scully get William back and have to save the world. The one I totally pantsed (made up as I went along), and it came together like alchemy. I love that story. If you don't like AU, you'd like Proof of Life. If you don't like post-colonization stories, you'd like North of Zero. I don't always like everything I've written after I'm done writing it (a writer's life), but I'm incredibly proud of both of those fics.

Tagging @monikafilefan because she's already tagged, and anyone else who wants to do this!

#fanfic asks #the x-files #the x-files fanfic #slippin mickeys

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lepus-arcticus · 1 year

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the after

Many years ago, before kids and between jobs, I was called upon to housesit for a friend. She lived in a picturesque little town nestled in the Rockies. During the day, I'd walk her sweet, shy dog along the river, work on my writing, and drink countless cups of organic coffee at the local hippie cafe. At night, I'd settle into bed with my laptop and trawl tumblr for pretty pictures of my newest obsession--Agents Mulder and Scully. Inevitably, I discovered fanfiction. I hadn't read a word of fic in my life, so I poked around for a good source on where to start.

Reader, I don't believe that I closed the tab containing @txf-fic-chicks-blog for weeks. Thanks for the recommendations, angels, and happy anniversary. 🖤

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Many hundreds of years later, after the horrors, the visitations, the lights and the wars; after the brilliant and incandescent violence of nuclear Armageddon, after the collapse and the cold and beyond the end of everything, Scully woke Mulder with a kiss.

Even now, he was a light sleeper. He opened his eyes.

Any semblance of Scully’s mortal vanity had long since dissolved, but there was nothing to be done about it–she would always be beautiful. She wore her copper hair cropped close to her head, and proud, tawny freckles lay spattered across her cheeks. Her eyes were still as blue as a new star.

“Happy turning day,” she smiled, setting a mug on the side table. He caught a whiff of the contents. Rich. Heady. Intoxicating.

“Don’t know why you still keep track of these things. It’s been centuries,” he mumbled, playing at sleepiness. He wrapped an arm around her waist and dragged her down beside him on the mattress. “And I don’t know why,” he continued, nosing at her neck, where her pulse quivered provocatively, “you thought to bring me my celebratory meal in a mug, when you know how much I prefer it straight from the source.”

She giggled. Minx.

He nipped her, but not hard enough to draw blood. He’d learned quickly after his turning that he very much liked to play with his food.

“I like to remember,” she said tenderly, wiggling her bottom against his crotch. “I like thinking of you seeking them out, asking them to make you what you are. I like… remembering what you sacrificed to stay with me. It matters. Today matters to me.”

“I didn’t want you to be alone,” he said.

An airship passed by the window, the marshmallow-white canvas turned kaleidoscopic by the stained glass. Scully’d had a phase a few decades ago, and there wasn’t a single window that had escaped. Extinct flowers, whales, even a Mary, that pet deity of hers from the before times. They lived in a house of dancing light and colour.

She turned in his arms, and he kissed her. The gardens would be tended to later, the rain collected and purified, the daily communications and reports beamed to the other eternals. But just then, there was an anniversary to be celebrated. There was sweat, tears, blood, and seed to be shared.

The world was not dead, and love, of course, was immortal.

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I have an idea for a story and although I don't want to give away a lot because I do still plan to write it. I have a question I'm not sure if you ever answered already. And, if not I'd like to hear your take. What would you think the difference to the story would be if The McCalls were hunters? And, like Allison, Scott wasn't inducted into the lifestyle because of reasons. How do you think the police station scene would have played out? How do you think his dad's return would have played out?

What an interesting idea! I've always been impressed while also being intimidated with AUs that change things before the beginning of the show in a significant way. As someone who respects both nature and nurture in the creation of a personality, I'm always worried about altering things too much so the characters no longer match their backstories. It's not aesthetically pleasing to me. (As an aside, it's why few tropes take me out of a Teen Wolf fanfiction more then when Stiles tries to minimize the impact of Rafael being gone on Scott, "because at least he's still alive" in order to claim that Derek would understand him better, because Stiles knows what it is like to have a living parent who no longer acts like it.)

You didn't specify in your ask, but I'm assuming the Argent backstory does not change, which to me is vitally important. Many members of the fandom try to dismiss Scott's relationship with Allison as a boring teen obsession, but they miss the underlying thematic statement. Allison is an Argent. She was unknowingly trained to be a hunter. She has been raised to have the proper mindset to be a hunter: "Imagine how strong that makes you!" But she is not just a hunter. At the core of Scott's heroic journey is the ability to see people beyond their circumstances, and that is embodied -- in both the series and in the movie -- in his conviction that Allison is an independent person worthy of value regardless of her last name or what's been done to her. Scott, in contrast to Derek's brutal hyper-masculine tribalism, knows that it is not necessarily preordained that she will eventually and always hunt and kill werewolves. And guess what? Scott is right. Repeatedly.

So, the McCalls as hunters. I'm not sure what your take would be, but if I did it, I might approach it like this. Rafael and Melissa were both government agents, working for a secret branch of the FBI that identified and neutralized supernatural creatures, including werewolves. Think of them as Mulder and Scully in a less benign version of the X-Files. They get married and have Scott, and eventually they come to Beacon Hills to investigate the Hale Fire. Faced with that carnage, Melissa has had enough and wishes to leave the agency. While the staircase incident might still have happened, the couple really divorces because she looked at a family of werewolves burned alive and said "I don't want my son a part of this" while Rafael remained devoted to his work.

In this way, very little would have to change until the scene in the jail, though Melissa could be a doctor as she should have been. Her statement of "we're better off with him out of their lives" would take on a different meaning of course. At the jail, she could still react in horror, not because she doesn't understand what is happening, but because she does understand what's happening. She's seen what happens to werewolves who come to the attention of the government and that is the last thing she wanted for her son. But she's also seen what happens when werewolves go out of control (the hunter's bias). She's still the same person who cares, but now she's paralyzed by what to do, torn between the demands of the outside world and still wanting to protect her son.

Not much would have to change in Season 2, but Season 3A would change a lot. Melissa would not be anywhere near as passive. She would confront Derek on his behavior. She would take over the investigation into the Darach. She would deliberately, I think, try to thwart Rafael's involvement. After all, he chose his job over his family once before. She could still be a source of inspiration and support for Scott, but she'd pull a damn gun in The Overlooked (3x10) and start blasting. When Jennifer snidely implied a threat to Scott in Alpha Pact (3x11), "well, most of them" Melissa would get a speech of her own, where she underlines what's wrong with Jennifer's "that's why they call it a sacrifice" bullshit. "I used to be like you, thinking that depriving people different than me of their rights and their lives was simply acting for the greater good. All I was doing was acting on my own fear."

Melissa and Rafael's relationship would change from Melissa running interference between Scott and Rafael in order to encourage Rafael to reconnect with Scott and more into Melissa in direct conflict with Rafael during 3B and 4, as she works to hide Scott's lycanthropy from him and get him to leave.

Oh. I would have been very happy with this version. And, in fact, as I was writing this out, I really want to see this version. Maybe I will write it. But I would love to see yours.

#scott mccall #melissa mccall #rafael mccall #my writing #scott mccall defense squad #teen wolf fanfiction

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french-vanilla-in-the-clouds · 2 years

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**tell me in the comments if you would like to be tagged in anything!**

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TO ALL THAT HAVE BEEN TAGGED - YOU’RE ALL SO GREAT!! *HUGS*

If you would like to be tagged in any of the lists above, just tell me in the comments! Either on this post or any of my fics! These are all the characters I’m working on (for now), so let me know because I would love to add you!

If you would like to be added in multiple lists, just say the word! This list is always changing!

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muldermuse · 4 months

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Fox Mulder Masterlist

Fox Mulder X Reader: One Shots

Peanuts

You meet an interesting stranger at a bar

First Date

Your first date with Fox

Halloween Party

Your boyfriend, Fox Mulder, convinces you not to go to your work Halloween Party

The Best Medicine

Fox takes care of you when you are ill

Jealous Fox

Fox gets jealous when he sees a coworker flirt with you

Houseplants

Fox helps you move into your first apartment

A Hard Day

Fox helps you through a bad mental health day

The Name Game

You and Fox struggle to decide a name for your kitten

The Most Haunted Forest in South Carolina

Fox invites you camping

Jealously, Jealousy

Fox doesn’t like how interested Alex Krycek is in you

Okay is not enough (Part 1)

Your family are being held captive by one of Fox’s previous encounters

Fox Mulder X Reader: Headcanons

Protective Fox Mulder

Fox has a crush on his coworker

Subtle ways Fox shows he has a crush

How Fox acts around Reader

Reader gets jealous of Fox’s new coworker

NSFW version of above^^^

NSFW Fox thoughts

Fox misses you

Reader’s birthday

Your cat loves Fox

Fox cheers you up

Forgetful mornings with Fox

Fox misses you after a trip (some nsfw)

Fox loves lingerie (some nsfw)

Dad!Fox Mulder

Dad!Fox Mulder 2

Modern Fox Mulder

Fox is a Buzzfeed Unsolved fan

Halloweeny Fox Thoughts 1, 2 and 3

Muldermuse October Writing Fest

Spooky Pyjamas (Dad!Fox Mulder x Reader)

A new family tradition is started

A Halloween Announcement (Fox Mulder X Reader)

As title states...it’s a halloween announcement

Trick ‘r Treat (Fox Mulder X Reader)

Fancy dress SMUT

Halloween Party (Cat Dad!Fox Mulder X Reader)

Fox has a party with your cat

Haunted House (Dad!Fox Mulder X Reader)

You come home from work to a haunted house

Halloween Card (Dad!Fox Mulder X Reader)

Fox receives a special card from his family

Ghosts (Modern! Fox Mulder X Reader)

A drabble about doing a ghost walk with Fox

Fox is creative (Modern! Fox Mulder X Reader)

Fox loves Halloween recipes

Ghost Hunting (Fox Mulder X Reader)

A hc about ghost hunting with Fox

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kaydeefalls · 2 months

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🍓❄️🍬

Well, that's a fun emoji combo! Let's see what those prompts are...

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?

I was 13 and obsessed with the X-Files and discovered fic via an AOL chatroom, and immediately got hooked. Other people also wanted Scully and Mulder to kiss! They had WRITTEN IT DOWN! Amazeballs. Had always enjoyed writing little stories for myself, this seemed like the logical next step. My first fic was a character study of Agent Pendrell, of all the random things, and I've never looked back since. Best worst hobby ever. <3

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Ooh. I have no idea how to answer this one. When I start daydreaming about plots, it's generally time for me to try writing it myself. That's the joy of writing, to me. I have many, many fave authors in various fandoms, and I always love seeing what they come up with, but the fun of reading someone else's stuff is that I didn't come up with the idea myself!

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

And then we're choosing violence right at the end, huh? I know I've ranted in the past that Nicky is not awkward or quiet, which isn't...THAT unpopular of an opinion, but does contradict semi-popular fanon for him. I also frequently tap out of X-Men fics as soon as Charles Xavier is portrayed as soft/weak/delicate, because what. Actually, that's generally my "unpopular" opinion - as soon as a slash pairing gets divided into the "man" vs the "woman" in the relationship (often couched as top vs bottom, etc, as though sexual preferences are somehow your entire personality), I'm out. Leave that heteronormative misogynistic bullshit at home, please and thank you. <3

#ask me anything #writing is hard

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[Image description: Preview panel for the comic strip at the link below. Carl Kolchak of The Night Stalker confronts Agent Scully and Agent Mulder of The X-Files. Unfortunately there are not image descriptions at the main Hero Of Three Faces site. End description.]

The Hero of Three Faces is fanfiction crossovers, but it’s comic strips with stick figures, but they’re triangles. Preview panel only. Click here for full cartoon. Or see the on-site navigation tutorial. Or see this blog’s FAQ, or my archive tumblog’s FAQ. Cartoons may contain unmarked spoilers. Cartoons linked from Tumblr 10:00 (Central US time) daily are the previous day’s new update and the posts are pinned to the top of this blog. Cartoons linked from Tumblr 22:00 daily are from the archive and the posts are pinned only during annual summer hiatus of new updates.

Thanks for reading.

#kolchak the night stalker #x files #fan art #fancomics

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jodithann827 · 19 days

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One Night Stand (Revised)

12/13

Rated: this one is teen/ Ao3/ @today-in-fic

Lone Gunman HQ

Thursday, April 22 1993

*Bang Bang*

His fist collides with the door. He waits a minute.

*Bang Bang*

“Come on, open up,” Mulder yells after another minute. Slowly, he hears the clicks and turns of locks unlocking, the ever-present security system of his three unconventional, yet very kind, best friends. Tapping his foot impatiently, he waits for the door to open.

“Yeah yeah, hold your horses,” he hears from the other side, as a chain clinks, signaling the undoing of the final lock. The door opens to a little man wearing glasses and a wide smile.

“Mulder. Compadre! Long time no see,” he greets Mulder, moving aside to allow him entry.

Mulder enters, shoulders slumped.

“Uh oh, this doesn’t look promising.”

Mulder shifts his eyes to his friend and nods in acknowledgment. “Hey Frohike.”

Turning back the way he entered, Frohike yells, “Hey, amigos, get out here. It’s Mulder and something’s up.”

Mulder meanders around the piles of papers, takeout containers, and general clutter that makes up the room, over to the couch. He sinks, letting out a stilted sigh. Stopping at the house of his three best friends, his only friends for that matter, seemed like the natural thing to do, though now that he was sitting on their couch he wasn’t so sure. Mulder didn’t trust many people, but he did so blindly with Frohike, Byers, and Langly, having proven themselves loyal time and time again.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” a man, sharply dressed, with neatly trimmed facial hair, and kind eyes asks as he enters the room. He takes one look at Mulder and sides up next to him on the couch. The blonde man with his long, unkempt hair and a ratty Ramones t-shirt, takes a seat at a nearby desk, overflowing with computer software.

“Does Mulder need a reason to visit us?” The blonde, Langly, asks.

“Yes,” Both Frohike and Byers answer simultaneously, garnering a smirk from Mulder.

“So? What is it, Mulder? Aliens?” Questions Byers.

“Government conspiracies?” Frohike suggests.

“Bigfoot?” Langly pipes in, snapping his fingers.

Taking a deep breath, Mulder shakes his head before responding, “Women.” He glances at his friends and the looks do not disappoint.

“You do realize where you are, right Mulder?” Byers asks, as kindly as he can. “Frohike scares woman away, Langly can’t get a woman with that mop on his head, and I haven’t been on a date since–”

“Dude, speak for yourself. The ladies love the hair,” Langly informs them, flipping his locks with his hand.

“Yeah, and I’m the Queen of England,” Frohike snarks.

“What’s up Mulder,” Byers attempts again, ignoring the duo.

“Well, uh, I know this is going back a bit, but do you guys remember my one-night stand from a few years ago? The one I met in the club? I had just broken that huge case for the bureau.”

“You mean the one you got hot and heavy with,” Frohike remembers, taking a seat in an empty chair kitty-corner from the couch. “The one who took you home to her place and had her way with you. Not once, not twice–”

“The one you couldn’t get out of your head for weeks and we had to hear over and over and over again about how you thought you were in love, but it was a crazy idea, she was a stranger and couldn’t commit to anything–” Langly continues.

“The one you had right before you met Diana?” Byers interjects.

Mulder puts the tip of his left index finger on his nose while using his right to point in the direction of his friends. Frohike stands abruptly and walks out of the room, only to return a minute later with a beer. “I have a feeling you’re going to need this,” he says, handing it to Mulder.

“Remember I told you a few weeks ago that the bureau was assigning me a new partner? One I thought they were sending to spy on me?” He cracks open the bottle and takes s swig. He remains silent, allowing them to connect the dots.

“You’re kidding,” Byers says, making the connection.

Mulder shakes his head and gives a half laugh, half grunt. “Dr. Dana Scully; my new partner.”

“Holy shit,” Is all Frohike can come up with.

“You nail her again?” Langly asks, prompting all three men to stare at him. “What?” he asks, innocently.

“Oh it is so much more complicated than that, boys.” Mulder proceeds by telling them about their first meeting after two years and their first few cases together. “So I went over to her place to see her, thinking maybe we could talk about it. I sort of went over, unannounced, under the guise of needing her to sign some paperwork. But before I could even get her to let me in, there was a crashing noise behind her and she ran from the door, leaving me in the hallway.”

“Boyfriend?” Byers asks.

“Daughter,” Mulder says, flatly. All three mouths hit the floor. Mulder takes another swig of his beer. “And that’s not all. Hang onto your hats boys because you’re going to love this. Her daughter, Emma, was born in February of 1991. You can do the math but I’ll save you time. That’s about nine months after she had a one-night stand with yours truly.”

“No shit,” Langly stares at him.

“She got pregnant,” Byers says as more of a statement than a question.

“Are you sure it’s yours?” Frohike questions, protective over his friend.

“She has no reason to lie to me. She told me she was trying to figure out how to tell me, but it never seemed to be the right time. She said she doesn’t want anything from me, financially speaking. She said whatever part I wanted to play in Emma’s life, she’s leaving the decision to me,” Mulder explains.

Once he recovers enough from the shock, Frohike asks, “How do you feel about that?

Mulder shrugs, looking off. “I spent the day with them last Saturday. It was honestly one of the best days of my life,” he answers, truthfully. “If I look at her closely, aside from her blue eyes and strawberry blonde hair, I see a bit of Samantha in her. I’m pretty sure I’ve fallen in love with that little girl.”

“And her mother,” Langly adds. Mulder sits, silent, as he can’t quite disagree with his friend.

“So what’s the problem?” Frohike asks.

“Well, she’s my partner for one,” Mulder tells them, as though it’s the most obvious answer in the world.

“It’s not like you haven’t fallen in love with a partner before,” Byers reminds him, gently.

“This is different, boys. I can’t explain it. You know what Diana and I went through. Spending that evening with Dana, back then, and working with Scully now; doesn’t even compare to Diana. Scully’s not just on a different level; she’s in a whole other universe. I just… I can’t mess this up. I want to be a part of their lives.”

“I think you have your answer,” Byers carefully points out.

“We decided to go out Saturday night to talk, decide what to do about our situation, about Emma.” He takes a final swig of his beer.

“Well,” Frohike says, “You’d better pull out all the stops.

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