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X-Files Collector's Edition: Diana Fowl(ey) Play– Part V: AUs, S5-S6
Alas, alas, poor Yorick-- I am not done the Diana fic train. BUT we have reached AU fics... and that means I only have this post and at least another one. So, freedom is within my grasp.
Loose chronological order below~!
ceruleanmilieu’s One of the Girls (alt. Ao3)
""Agent Fowley, I apologize for any perceived disrespect,” Scully said. “We were simply discussing theories—”
“Theories?” Diana repeated. “That does take me back. Back to the basement office. There’s nothing quite like working a case with Fox Mulder.”
“You flatter me, Agent Fowley,” Mulder said, shifting closer to his partner. “But Agent Scully and I are running late for a meetup with Danny. We’ll report our findings to Agent Spender as soon as possible.”
Diana nodded, and it was as though something in the shrewd way her thin lips upturned, Scully understood the other woman’s cool behavior. There had been a moment of confusion at first, but being locked in a conversational triangle with the exes gave her a sharp thrill.""
The End Mulder evades Diana's amorous attempts by pretending he is dating Scully. Scully, meanwhile, is shocked and a bit peeved; but comes around, helping him to flesh out a plan.
@contrivedcoincidences6 / Spooky66 / geektime66's
Quantifiable (Ao3)
""Diana’s eyes narrowed but before she could say anything Mulder spoke up, “Scully’s right, this could be the key to everything in the X Files. We need to bring this to Skinner, this is leverage, let’s go.”
In true Mulder fashion he began to gather his things in a rush, ready to move onto the next thing but Diana reached forward to grab his hand.""
AU-- The End Mulder and Scully are dating; and it's her great delight to step all over Diana's toes.
@baronessblixen’s (Ao3)
In Hallways (Ao3)
""Excuse me?" He grabs her arm, not gently, and drags her into a corner. His body is too close to hers and he can smell her; she hasn't changed her perfume. She's the same woman who left him years ago.
"I saw the way you looked at… what's her name?"
"You know very well what her name is," Mulder growls.
"Her name isn't on the door," Diana says, smiling innocently, showing her white teeth. "It must have slipped my mind.""
AU-- The End Diana is furious Mulder and Scully are already dating, taking her anger out snidely on Scully. Mulder stands up for her.
All I Want For Christmas (Is You) (Ao3)
""Aren’t you going to let me in?” She pushes at his chest with a smile and he knows she wouldn’t accept a no anyway. He steps aside and his heart leaps into his throat.
“Mulder, who-”
“Agent Scully.” The two women speak at the same time, staring each other down. Mulder watches, swallows, and doesn’t know what to do.
“Rather early for a visit.” Diana is the first of them to find her voice. “But I see you’re leaving.” Scully touches the scarf that’s around her neck and he sees her face fall. She presses her lips together, swallowing what he’s sure are some colorful words. It breaks his heart to see her smile gone. He won’t hear her laughter again tonight.""
The Ghosts That Stole Christmas Diana drops by Mulder's. He leaves her and chases after Scully, who had booked it to her family's.
Making Progress
""No, Diana. That was all you.” Mulder’s voice picks up, is louder now over the fake laughter on the screen. “No, I did not. Not once.” If only Scully could hear Diana’s side of the conversation. Mulder is quiet, appears to listen. He sighs once, runs his hand over his face.
Arcadia Scully overhears Mulder laying down the law to Diana on the phone. (Sidenote: this might not be AU, but I missed the opportunity to put it in an earlier fic list. Whoops~.)
Gwendolyn's Fox Mulder Estrogen Brigade
""OK, Scully. But it wasn't exactly my proudest moment," Mulder began, deciding to get through it as quickly as possible. "Diana and I had been seeing each other for a while but I was just stumbling into the X-Files and all of a sudden, I guess I just wasn't as interested in the relationship as I had been. She wanted a commitment and even started talking about marriage.
"Well, I sort of freaked out about that. You may not know this about me, Scully, but I have a bit of a problem with intimacy, which Phoebe probably had a little something to do with." He stopped to gauge Scully's reaction; she only nodded sagely and arched her brow to indicate that he should continue.
"Anyway, she had to go out of the country for a few months on assignment, so instead of making a clean break with her like I should have, I said that during the time she was away we should take some time off, see other people. I was hoping that while she was gone she'd realize what a basket case I was and meet somebody else and dump me."
"But that didn't happen?"
"No. She kept calling and writing to me the whole time she was gone and when it got time for her to come back, I panicked. So..." he paused briefly, averting his eyes from his partner's intense gaze and bowing his head before continuing in a rush "I decided to tell her I'd married somebody else. I bought a ring and everything.""
Crackfic-esque-- Pre-FTF Mulder is bombarded by both of his exes as they team up to forcefully help him and Scully on a case. (I love this one to death. Hilarious and surprisingly wholesome?)
@frostbitepandaaaaa / FrostbitePanda's Four Days AU
""Besides, I’m not really here for professional reasons, like I told you before. My motivations are more… personal.”
Scully catches the moan of pain that bubbles up from her gut before it can escape her mouth, clenches her teeth and finishes her drink. She feels like, maybe, throwing up. She feels like, maybe, turning tail and fleeing. She feels like, maybe, her and Mulder would never be left in peace.
“You wouldn’t happen to know a Special Agent Fox Mulder, would you?”
Her mouth is completely dry, her voice simply lodged in her throat as good as an axe in a stump. The woman in front of her seems blissfully unaware.
“Him and I… we have a bit of a history, you know,” Diana goes on, goes on torturing her. She stirs her drink, looking sad, wistful. “We left things a bit… unfinished.""
Part 2 of Mulder and Scully's aftermath in Antarctica, Diana Fowley crashes an FBI ball, surprising Scully (who hadn't met her in The End) and trying to claim Mulder for herself. Skinner gives Scully the boost she needs to end this charade once and for all.
@suitablyaggrieved / ScullyLovesQueequeg Cancelled Plans
""Oh, hey Diana,” Scully heard Mulder say. This bothered Scully a little since she had only just been there in the office, but she said nothing, pretending not to listen to the ensuing conversation, instead busying herself with the mail that was marked as hers that was resting on the corner of Mulder’s desk.
“This Saturday? Not really, no… I haven’t really thought to ask anyone out. I think she’s doing something. Why?” Mulder asked, glancing at Scully, and then down at his desk.
Memo, report, HR. Things I can deal with later, Scully thought to herself.
“Hmm, I guess. If you’re buying, I’ll consider it. I’ll see you soon, we can sort the details out tomorrow.” Mulder said, with a tone of finality that suggested the conversation was over.""
It's Valentine's Day post FTF; and Diana invites Mulder out. Scully sorts her wounded feelings, trying to distance herself from the hurt. When Mulder realizes she has no plans, he swaps to celebrate the day with her.
Suzanne Schramm's Fidelity (1/2) and Fidelity (2/2)
""Whether you want to believe it or not, Fox, doesn't change the reality of the situation." she said quietly. Mulder shrugged. "How do you know she's clean?" Diana asked.
"How do I know?" Mulder shifted in his seat to face her. "Diana, I know my partner. I know her. Scully is one of the most honorable people I've ever known. She would never betray me."
"But she has. She didn't tell you where she was going or what she was doing even though it involves your life's work. She lied about why she was taking time off from work. Why would she keep that from you?""
Post The Beginning Gibson begs Scully to secretly meet up with him. He turns on a module in her brain that activates abilities like his own; and when Diana swoops in to capture her-- claiming she's aiding and abetting the Conspirators hiding Gibson-- Mulder almost sides with his ex, unable to explain Scully's bizarre behavior. Almost.
incidental's
Echoes
""As the elevator doors opened up on the fourth floor of his building, she saw Agent Fowley stepping out of his apartment, her arms full of manila folders stamped with case numbers. She turned on her heels, saying some parting words to him before she began walking down the hall towards Scully. As Diana made eye contact with her, Scully wished she could have evaporated on the spot, but it never seemed to work out like that when you most wanted it to. So she settled for offering a small half-wave as they passed each other.
“Agent Scully,” Diana said haughtily, shaking out her long, dark hair a bit as she passed by. Scully opted to say nothing, marching straight to Mulder’s door but pausing as her fist hung in midair, ready to knock. Did she want to find out what Fowley was doing there?
Early S6 Scully runs into Diana leaving Mulder's apartment. She confronts him on why Diana can call him Fox but she can't. Her anger then turns around when Mulder explains his ex's disregard.
Keep It All the Year
""I came here to save you from making a terrible mistake,” Diana said hotly, slamming the first empty martini glass onto the counter. “I assume if you’re out here with her family, it’s because you’re planning on proposing.”
Mulder started laughing, which only seemed to make her angrier.
“You think I don’t remember? You told me once that statistically the most popular month for engagements is December, and the most popular day in the whole year to get engaged is December 25th. You must think I’m an idiot.”
“Finally, you hit the nail on the head,” he said, his voice dripping with derision.""
AU-- TGTSC Scully ropes Mulder into going with her to family Christmas in San Diego. Diana crashes their good vibes by flying out, making out with an unwilling Mulder, and landing him in the hospital from a punch out. Thankfully, Charlie is there to iron out those crazy kids and their wild misunderstandings (while Bill turns from a raging bull into just.. baffled.)
Note: The Diana part is just a tiny portion of this wacky, feel-good read. Highly recommend.
@cutelilcurtain / cutelilscully's (Ao3)
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""Eventually she cools down, but then is embarrassed to be around Diana. It’s as if Diana knows some secret about her, has read her diary and knows all the gossip about her. Scully does her best to ignore it, and is surprised and thankful when Diana doesn’t bring it up or ask. Scully wonders if Diana has children, has ever wanted children, has ever wanted Mulder’s children. It makes her angry and jealous.""
Mulder incenses Scully when he tells Diana about their IVF tries. Diana is, surprisingly, sympathetic concerning their failure.
HumphreyWrites / sure-fine-skullz / spookysadsophie's
Sundries in the X-Files Universe
""He begrudgingly answers it, and she watches his lip curl in aggravation as Diana Fowley's voice vibrates through the phone.
When he hangs up, she knows whatever magical moment between them is over.""
AU-- The IVF works... and it's twins. Though Diana is a blip in the overall fic, she weighs heavily on Scully's early pregnancy journey, constantly drawing Mulder away to herself.
Michelle Kiefer’s Buried Deep
""Everything was familiar to her, a nightmare she'd dreamed night after night, but this time there was something different. A new face looked on from behind the doctors. Diana Fowley's eyes bore into her from above the surgical mask that obscured the rest of her face.""
Post Tithonus Scully has a flash of Diana from an abduction memory during her physio appointment. She keeps her memories to herself.
o0Stella_Dana0o's The Promises You Can't Keep
""Well, well, well... Look who's here!" The brunette said at her partner. Scully could see Diana's mocking look and it didn't take much to make her want to solve this case just to rip that expression out of her face.""
Mulder convinces Scully to help him help out Diana and Jeffrey Spender on a case. Of course, it all goes wrong-- but he's absolutely furious when he finds out Diana had "negligently" let Scully get shot.
@slippinmickeys‘s (Ao3, Gossamer)
Diana At the Door
""When the Smoker had recalled her back to the States, she had been confident she would be able to manipulate the situation back on track as she always had, but Fox’s partner had proven to be a surprisingly stubborn obstacle, seeing through Diana’s machinations like an X-ray through soft tissue. Diana had thought the woman had been handled several years before — run through the Project’s standard pump-and-dump operation when she became problematic — lending the Project an influx of fresh DNA while at the same time being eliminated had seemed a tidy solution at the time. When the woman had survived, Diana was surprised but unbothered, knowing the cancer fail-safe would soon resolve the matter. And then the Smoker — supine and (she could only imagine) lovesick — had capitulated to Fox’s weak threats and now needed Diana to come in and clean up his mess. She had no idea what the two men saw in the diminutive little priss, but she was confident that she could at least distract Fox long enough to make him temporarily forget. She had it on good authority that Agent Scully was drawn to authoritative father figures, and Fox Mulder – particularly under the spell of Diana Fowley’s time-tested and humbling cunt – was not the young woman’s type. It would be easy, she thought. It might even be fun.""
Pre-Two Fathers? Diana foully (heh) disregards both Scully's and Mulder's feelings, planning to boldly trap him in her web. She is shocked and appalled to find her rival unrepentant and in loungewear at her ex's.
Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 1
""Then why don’t you have a desk?”
It was a purposeful cut, the gloves coming off, and Scully both relished it and was annoyed at its callow nature. If that was how it was going to be, fine .
She stood up straighter and walked casually around the side of Mulder’s desk and sat down in the chair. While maintaining eye contact with Fowley, she opened the top drawer and pulled out a hot pink nail file and set it to the edge of her finger.""
Post One Son Scully will win the X-Files partnership power struggle Diana wars for. (I love this one so much.)
@softnow's (Ao3) redux iii
""He’s locking the door when he hears the heels and stops breathing. If she’s back, it can’t be that bad. If she’s back, she’s not dying.
“Scu—” He whips his head up and her name dies on his lips. “Diana.”
“Fox.”
“What are you doing here?”
Diana casts around like there might be someone lurking in the shadows, watching. There’s a manila envelope in her hands.""
AU-- Post One Son Mulder realizes Scully's nose has been bleeding, breezing by Diana's amorous attempts to support his partner and find out her results. It's not good.
Becksndot5's Soul in the dark
""What she didn't want, in the eyes of a woman, this woman, was to act weak and helpless. On the other hand, she also didn't want Fowley to see her with all her wounds.
"Mulder, how bad ... how bad do I look?" Her voice made it clear that she expected an honest answer.
"The swelling of your eyes is gone, it’s a little black and blue around the edge of your eyes, and otherwise there is only the cut."
Although Scully was never overly vain, Mulder knew that Diana had an impact on Scully's behavior. Diana had the power that Scully felt somehow inferior and small in her presence. The reasons were another mystery, which he had to elicit from Scully.
Mulder went back to the door and asked Diana to come inside. Scully welcomed her politely and Diana put the open file before her on the kitchen table. Mulder stood besides Scully.
"Agent Scully, I need your signature once here and here.“ Diana said while tapping with her fingertips on the paper.
Without hesitation and before Scully could stiffen in shame, Mulder lovingly Scully took her hand and placed the pen which she already held, as if this gesture was the most normal thing in the world, to the right place.
Mulder's icy gaze met Diana, like a spearhead.""
Post One Son Scully is kidnapped, tortured, blinded, and handicapped. Mulder is all-on-board to care for and help her recover and to protect her from Diana's cruel pokes.
Enjoy!
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Surely, to the sea (1/7)
Mulder and Scully are paranormal investigators on their way to help a new client. Is it their current case, or memories from a recent harrowing encounter that prey on Scully’s mind?
Rated: T
Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Horror, Established Relationship
Read on ao3.
Listen to the playlists I curated for this fic: Spotify, Youtube.
*** This is a completed work, I will be posting the rest of the chapters every few days.
Thank you to everyone who helped me get this completed (betas: @ceruleanmilieu, @piecesofscully, @leonardbetts, readers: @baronessblixen, @starshinescully) and to the people who helped encourage me to write again (CoCC&SD). ❤️
@today-in-fic
CHAPTER 1
August 15, 1963
Western Massachusetts
The rumble of Mulder’s quiet baritone and the roar of their car’s engine greeted Scully as she drifted into consciousness. Elvis crooned from their radio, Take my hand, take my whole life, too. Outside, the trilling of insects and cries of evening songbirds accompanied the two men. A welcome breeze swept her hair from her face, cooling her skin underneath the blazing late afternoon sun. Though she feigned sleep, she couldn’t prevent a small sigh of contentment escaping from her lips.
“Enjoying the show, baby?” Mulder drawled.
“Mmm…” She opened an eye, biting back a smile.
Mulder winked, before turning back to the road, singing a bit louder now that he knew she was awake. All long legs and casual beauty, he was: white dress shirt open at the collar, tie askew. And that lock of hair falling on his forehead, not quite an Elvis pompadour but close enough.
Tearing her eyes away from him, she sat up straighter in the bucket seat of their car, a new Buick that Mulder pretended not to love. If she didn’t know him better, sometimes she wondered if he deliberately chose cases for them that took them on long drives, so he would have the excuse to get behind the wheel for a couple hours. She squinted, taking in their surroundings. Based on the sun’s position, as they drove west through endless hay fields lined with silver birch and hemlock, they should be nearing their destination soon.
That is, if Mulder hadn’t strayed from their planned route.
“You should have woken me up.” She yawned and stretched.
“You needed the rest.” Mulder glanced at her again, and reached out to wipe her chin with the back of his fingers. “You drooled a bit.”
She took his hand and kept it in her lap while smoothing down her hair with the other. “I look a mess, don’t I?”
“Never.” He’d turned back to the road, but squeezed her hand. “You mind checking out those directions? Not sure if I have to take the first or second left after the gas station.”
As she retrieved her notebook from her white leather handbag, she was glad to see that Mulder’s mood improved with the drive. The case had him on edge. Was it the fact that she had been approached by Xandros, their contact, instead of him? Or was it the discussion she’d been putting off since their last case? Too many unresolved questions, ones she wasn’t sure either of them would be able to answer.
Either way, the case pulled at her, and her stubborn insistence won out over Mulder’s unusual reluctance. Now, however, she sunk in her seat while Mulder looked ahead with bright eyes, eager to encounter what lay ahead.
After a few false turns and the inevitable argument about turning back, they found the driveway. It was so well-hidden by tangled foliage and fallen branches that Mulder had to get out of the car to clear it away.
As they drove onto the property, the music faded into static. Every station the same. Scully switched it off, studiously avoiding the look Mulder was probably giving her. Instead, she gazed out the window, watching their approach to the house while gravel crunched under their tires. Her unease crept up on her, rising from the place she’d hidden it since their last case. Hanging there, it buzzed in her head and turned her stomach. She clutched at her handbag, strangling the strap with a tight grip.
The house lingered amidst a wide field, long grasses reaching upwards to swallow the bottom half of dark, dusty windows. Its long wooden bones jutted from the earth, an intruder with fading paint and loose shingles. Nature was well on its way to reclaiming this land.
When Mulder switched off the ignition, oppressive silence weighed down upon them - no birds, no chirping insects. She hadn’t noticed under the roar of the engine and the trepidation that she fought to control. Staring ahead and swallowing thickly, she forced herself to analyze the evidence they’d acquired so far. Perhaps the same thing that interfered with their radio drove away wildlife.
“I’d say we have the right place, wouldn’t you? Could make a quick buck turning this place into a haunted house.”
“Mulder.”
He shifted his gaze from the property to look at her, giving her a crooked grin. “Even you have to admit it’s pretty spooky, Scully.”
“The power of suggestion,” she said automatically, wishing she believed it.
Mulder leaned over, focusing his full attention upon her. Eyes darkening, his expression turned serious as he cupped her face.
“You okay? Sure you’re ready for this?” he asked, voice low and earnest, grazing his thumb across her cheekbone.
Her smile widened, faking confidence, then faltered. Breaking his gaze to stare out the window, she sighed. Truth. Only the truth between them. That was their promise, their vow from only a year earlier. Even if it had just been between them, instead of their loved ones and the priest and God, she would not break it.
“I’ll be okay. I’ll let you know.”
Mulder nodded, pausing a few seconds to search her face. He bent forwards, kissing her softly on the lips, brushing his hand up her arm and squeezing her shoulder. She sighed, laying her hand on his chest, making him pause in his retreat. The steady beat of his heart under her palm calmed her own. He was real, he was here. Anything else could be managed.
She buttoned his shirt and straightened his tie, giving him another kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Okay, Scully. Let’s do this,” he said, pulling away with an encouraging smile.
His long frame spilled out of the vehicle. Retrieving his tan jacket, he slid into it and looked around while she delayed. She searched in her handbag for a compact mirror. Straightening a few stray wisps of hair into her neat chignon, she reapplied her lipstick. Satisfied that at least she looked put-together, she took a deep breath and emerged from the car.
Shading her eyes from the early evening sun, she faced the house. On closer inspection she noticed a few details she’d missed that told a more faithful story; while it was in disrepair, it hadn’t always been the case. Shutters on the windows had once been painted a brighter color. Swirling patterns were carved into the balustrade that framed the long wraparound porch. Whoever lived here had once been proud to call it a home.
A stone walkway, hidden and muffled by overgrown grass, led them to the front of the house, Mulder’s hand warm on the small of her back.
An awning hung listlessly over the wide porch, though the columns looked sturdy enough. Beside the front door, a large bay window would have been charming, if it hadn’t been smeared with dirt and framed by flaking paint. An intricate nameplate with a carved flock of birds gave them a sad welcome. It was worn and cracked, and the screws holding it in place had rusted away, trails of reddish-brown oxidation that obscured the name carved in the middle: BOYLE.
Mulder knocked, then took his place beside her a few steps away.
They waited. And waited. Mulder fidgeted restlessly beside her. He cupped his hands against the window to see inside, but heavy curtains and dirty glass only revealed their own blurry reflections.
“You think we have the right place?” she asked.
He smirked, giving her a look. Really?
Scully shrugged, standing in place to compensate for his whirlwind of movement around her as he examined their surroundings. Suddenly, he stilled, his head cocked to the side and hands on his hips. She followed the line of his gaze to the slats of wood above the door.
“What the hell is that?” Mulder muttered.
At first she saw nothing, random patterns of cracks and warped wood that fit the rest of the dilapidated house. But the lines came together the more she stared. Not random. A symbol, etched into the wood and worn with time like the rest of the house.
A small circle. Three rays extended outwards from the center. Two hooks to either side. And below it, a curve, like a backwards ‘G’.
A sharp pain sliced through her abdomen. Pressing her hand to her stomach, she exhaled forcefully and closed her eyes. Instantly, the pain began to fade, settling into something like mild heartburn. Palpating her midsection, she didn’t sense any lingering tenderness, which ruled out appendicitis. Thank God - they were hours from the nearest hospital.
“You okay, Scully?”
His hand was on her shoulder, eyebrows drawn together.
“Yes,” she breathed. The longer she waited, the better she felt. “I think so. Something I ate, maybe.”
Doubt flashed through his eyes. Before he could argue, they heard muffled footsteps coming from somewhere deep within the shrouded house. The person making them halted on the other side of the door, pausing there for what felt like an excessive amount of time.
Mulder squeezed her hand, then turned his attention back to the house. The inner door creaked open wide enough to reveal the lined, pale face of the home’s resident.
“You the folk Father Patrick sent?” the older man asked in a rough voice.
She smiled, and it felt genuine. “Yes we are Mr. Boyle. I’m Dr. Dana Scully and this is my husband Dr. Fox Mulder. We’re here to help, if we can.”
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Pineapple on pizza? What’s your verdict? How about Mulder and Scully?
I don’t like it. As in the taste of it on there. They put pineapple on my Chicken Supreme when I was in Australia and I wasn’t a fan. I feel like socially we’re supposed to be conditioned not to like it full stop but if I step back...I honestly couldn’t care less. If you like it, then you like it. It’s a food.
Scully gives me pineapple on pizza vibes and when she got it with Mulder one time, he slapped it out of her hand and told her no but when she asked if he’d actually had it before he admitted he hadn’t, tried it, and turns out he likes it, too.
SEND ME THINGS! I AM BORED!!
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TV/Movie Asks:
8. Favourite television soundtrack?
Hm, I don’t know that I have a favorite - the shows that come to mind are ones that have great needle drops like The Americans, The Leftovers, Watchmen. LOST probably has my favorite score (it can still make me cry on command) and has some great needle drops too.
23. A show that you find relatable to your life?
My favorite shows tend to be pretty high concept... not really relatable. I remember really getting into The Office the first year that I started working and finding navigating basic office situations like the shared microwave and conversations with coworkers and office birthdays weirdly surreal and funny.
29. Favourite movie from the 90′s?
My favorite movie of all time is Baz Luhrmann’s Strictly Ballroom from 1992. Its a dance movie, it’s hilarious, it’s bizarre, it’s perfect. I watched it the other night for the first time in a long time and it holds up.
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@ceruleanmilieu replied to your post “Here’s a dumb Friday question for you: what so-called imperfections...”
Like the scars not active bullet holes
Sure, the oozing wounds are a little less romantic.
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Top Ten TV Shows in gif
#tagging whoever wants to do this but hasn't yet#thabks to ceruleanmilieu and mldrgrl for tagging me initially
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First Lines Challenge
Rules: List the first lines of the last ten (10) stories you published. Look to see any patterns you notice yourself, and see if anyone else notices any. Then tag some friends.
The last words from her speech leave Scully’s lips and echo across the crowded room. She dips her chin as a cacophony of applause swells amongst medical professionals alike. Here she is, on display as a prodigy of pathology for the FBI on Skinner’s behalf, and she admits to herself she’d much rather be spending her night bantering with Mulder over case files and pizza.
It’s December 24th, Christmas Eve, and Mulder should be morose.
Fox Mulder has had a long day. A physically frustrating and mentally grating eight hours spent criticising lectures and verbally sparring with keynote speakers that has left him with an overwhelming need for alcohol.
The stench of blood and bleach instantly assails Scully’s senses; but it’s the image of her Mulder splayed out lifelessly upon a surgical slab that takes her breath away.
Leaving the table together is a blur. The salty taste of martinis and tantalizing kisses tingle warmly across your lips as you contemplate just how desperate you are to throw caution to the wind and fall into bed with Stella Gibson.
“I want to remember how it was,” Scully admits. “I want to remember how it all was.” They share a meaningful smile, one only two people who’ve known each other in the most intimate of ways for over twenty-five years can share.
Passing headlights flicker through the windshield of the darkened car as Scully peeks over at Mulder in the driver's seat, shucking another sunflower seed from its shell with expert precision. She does this now: uninhibitedly stares when he’s not looking. He’s as wildly beautiful and internally wired as the muffled rave music humming through the metal frame of their Ford Taurus.
She’s fucking him - or maybe he’s fucking her at this point, but it doesn’t matter because she’s coming again; hard. Her body shudders above his as she gasps for the air he’s just pounded from her chest. Her pink nails rake down his taut biceps, his bronzed forearms as she floats blissfully on the warm wave crashing over her. “Fuck...”
Mulder swallows another mouthful of Shiner Bock, letting the alcohol warm him from the inside out. He sets the beer bottle next to the other empty ones with a clink and the beat of the music vibrates along the golden table cloth beneath him. Laughter and muffled conversations of fellow agents fill the silence of isolation he’s purposely surrounded himself in.
Scully sighs, lashes fluttering along the navy cotton pillow case. Her mind scrolls through an array of worrisome thoughts like a Rolodex.
Tagged by @gaycrouton and adding @baronessblixen @admiralty-xfd @kyouryokusenshi @bohoartist @sisterspooky1013 @ceruleanmilieu @starwalker42 @wtfmulder @danascully77 to the fun.
I noticed my pattern seems to be just jumping right to the point before I inevitably become a wordy bitch ha. Also never realized I enjoy the smut to slap y’all right from the start but that might be a good thing for some!
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Miracle at Charlotte Douglas International Airport
Author: @msrafterdark
For: @ceruleanmilieu
Mulder and Scully get stuck at the airport on Christmas Eve.
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#XFSecretSanta2021 20/27
art credit: msrafterdark | megdoesarttoo
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The start of something Post-Col
Scully had not seen the boy until he gasped in surprise -- the ice taking his feet out from under him. She’d been looking for game on the forested ridge the next valley over, and had been on her way back. Normally attuned to the woods around her, she had not known she was being followed. She whirled in surprise and watched him come down awkwardly on his ankle.
He was 13, maybe 14; on the raw edge of manhood, the pale wisp of whiskers just creeping out of wind-chapped skin. She already knew a bone had broken. It had wret the air with the same sound as a hound catching a treat mid-arc; wet and sucking, the carnassial snap of enamel meeting enamel. It would likely have to be set.
The boy whimpered from where he fell at the base of a large hemlock tree as she approached. He eyed her suspiciously as she whipped the cape from her back and settled it around his shoulders.
“What’s your name?” she asked, trying to distract him as she ran her hand slowly down his shin.
Mulder would be waiting in the rusted shack at the edge of the wood and he would worry if she came back after nightfall -- that was when the faceless men prowled, looking for survivors.
The boy winced and inhaled sharply as her fingers ran over the cleft where the fibula met the talus and she rocked back on her heels, eyeing the darkening horizon. Did he have people nearby? Could she leave him here without guilt?
“William,” he finally croaked, his adolescent voice like a bullfrog. “My name is William.”
Tunnel vision and tinnitus caught her like a noose around the neck — she would have passed out if she hadn’t already been on her knees.
Many thanks to @frangipanidownunder for the @just-fic-already workshop. Tagging @red2007 @suitablyaggrieved @msrheadcanon @ceruleanmilieu @aloysiavirgata @teethnbone
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I was tagged by @baronessblixen. I don’t think anyone else did...and if you did, I’m sorry.
Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! choose your 8 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work!
Intrigues in the Dark
Written for @admiralty-xfd for the casefic exchange. One of my favorite fics I’ve written in quite some time. Summary - A string of suicides leads Mulder and Scully to a sleepy, coastal town in Oregon for the second time—on their return to The X File—as tensions run high and nothing is as it seems.
Polaroids and Promises
Introducing myself to the world of SVU was hard and this was my first one...that also introduced Elora Caruso to the fandom. Summary - The Special Victims Unit has undergone an enormous amount of changes in the past six months, to the point that they are drastically undermanned—until a transfer from the 13th precinct brings new life, and a little chaos, to the team. Will her addition prove to be a permanent shift or a flash in the pan?
By Light, Unseen
Written for @serahsanguine for the casefic exchange. It stunned me. I wrote this in 11 days. If you haven’t read it. Give it a go. Summary: A series of re-opened cold case murders with one link…they’d been drained of every drop of blood and wore the same, haunting stare toward the sky with their lips aghast as if they were still screaming.
Paternity Redux - Time Just Stopped
Meant as a challenge fic. This was more of a canon-rewrite for SVU. If you like SVU but hated the way they wrote certain storylines...this one is for you. Summary: Her strength has always been immeasurable—but sometimes, something has to give and a string breaks. Nothing will ever be the same.
Insomniac
I wrote this during @frangipanidownunder‘s fabulous writing workshop, spent time perfecting it afterwards...and put something together I was really proud of. I have a second work from the same workshop but I have to wait until @msrfanzine is completed and published. Summary - Another lonely, sleepless night, another dingy motel, and another town that isn’t home for Mulder…but, something changed, with the last gasp of the air conditioner as his partner, and best friend, chooses to walk through the adjoining door.
Vultus in Speculo
I wrote this for @msrheadcanon and I had to flex a muscle that I didn’t know I had. Smut isn’t my forte...nor is it easy for me. One of the most MEMORABLE fics I’ve written. Summary - The last of the paperwork on the Strickland case has been finalized and filed and Scully goes off for a drink at a known FBI watering hole. Mulder is invited but doesn’t show up until after Scully is halfway through a drink—giving him an opening to inquire about a whole lot more than her flirtations with the Sheriff in the booth of a rooftop bar.
Chasing Your Silhouette
Intensely angsty with a healthy dose of sex. Elliot and Olivia time! If you’re into a lot of great dialogue and like a great, post-Zebras fic...give it a go! It’s one of my faves. Summary - They’d learned each other’s quirks and intricacies on the job—but when did it become over the line? When did physicality become a detriment to them once they’ve taken off their shields? When did they realize the line in the sand no longer existed?
Dulce Periculum
The ONLY Criminal Minds foray I’ve gotten to sink my teeth into was memorable. Spencer centric but deeply rooted in some smut. There’s a little Garcia in there but it’s, mainly, Spencer and Maxine. I loved this. Summary - Dulce periculum translates to “danger is sweet”. Takes place nine months after the episode “…And in the End.” Maxine and Spencer have continued seeing each other, in spite of the interference brought to the surface by Cat Adams. Spencer continues to work closely with the BAU after it nearly dismantled, with signature members scattering to the winds, leaving behind only a few, including himself, to keep working on their caseload. After a long, intense case, Spencer returns home to a little more than a can of worms.
Bonus (A Few of My MOST FAVORITE Mood boards)
Tagging @rationalcashew @kikocrystalball @reasonandfaithinharmony @ceruleanmilieu to do the same if they haven’t already
#some of my fave work#this year has been a good year for writing#creativity#all the things#fanfiction#creative#moodboards#x files#svu#criminal minds
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Surely, to the sea
NOW COMPLETE! - read on ao3 / read on tumblr
rated: T
tags: msr, established relationship, historical au, horror
17k words
playlists: spotify, youtube.
@today-in-fic
Thank you to my betas @ceruleanmilieu @piecesofscully and @leonardbetts as well as my readers @baronessblixen and @starshinescully. Thank you to the CoCC&SD for getting me back into writing. Hopefully this is only a start, I have so many ideas and worlds I would love to share with y’all.
Likes/reblogs and feedback keep me fed and would be wonderful 💋
#msr#my fic#surely to the sea#project c#alternate universe#historical au#au#xfiles#xf fanfic#mulder and scully#xfiles fanfic
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Top five colors
1. Blue.
2. Light pink.
3. Grey.
4. Yellow.
5. Mustard yellow.
ASK ME TOP 5 ANYTHING!
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mulder and scully commission for @ceruleanmilieu !!! this was so fun :D
check out my commissions!
#art commissions#commision info#commissions#commission#mulder and scully#x files#dana scully#agent scully#fox mulder#artwork#artist#art#digital art#artists on tumblr
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Redoubtable: drabble
For @ceruleanmilieu, who always sends the best words.
She’d been subject to the cruellest gossip, even before her arrival at his door. He almost felt defensive for her but her handshake was strong, her response to his slides and jibs formidable. Her resolve slipped on the plane but perked up in the car. Then she snapped outside the building where Billy Miles lay unresponsive. Ah, Scully. But in the freezing rain, she outdid even him. Peggy O’Dell’s watch. On the flight back, he sat next to her, watched her knuckles whiten as she worked on her report. Redoubtable, he thought, before closing his eyes to revisit his plan
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On Fire by @msrheadcanon
On Fire
by @msrheadcanon
rated E / 835 words / smut biscuit
Kiss Prompt #50: A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck.
For @kristenscully as a belated birthday gift and anon for the prompt.
Thx to wonderful betas @sarie-fairy @ceruleanmilieu @impulsive-astrophile @starbuckthirteen. This is not long but different, hope you enjoy! @today-in-fic
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“You were burned, you were about to burn, you’re still on fire.” - Straw House, Straw Dog; Crush by Richard Siken
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Is it his lips or her skin that burns? His mouth ignites a path from her temple down to her ear, along her jaw and down her neck. His fingers smudge at the light dusting of freckles along her clavicle, sliding over sensitive skin.
Scully’s hands wind through his thick hair, dark and colorless from the moonlight filtering through her window. Grasping, reaching shadows from the branches outside cast over their naked bodies, pale and dark. His tongue dips into her suprasternal notch, then trails lower, leaving a blessedly cool line of wetness down the center of her chest.
She gasps for breath, back arching as his hands glide over her arms, down her ribcage, skimming over her hips. Then, stillness, except for the delicate circling of his thumbs over her hip bones. Her eyes flutter open and find Mulder’s half-shadowed face searching for her, a sad smile gracing his supple mouth. Chin on her pubic mound, cheek at the juncture of her leg and abdomen, he watches her.
Biting her bottom lip, tasting him there, she traces the back of her fingers along the rough stubble of his jawline. Her thumb dips into his mouth, wets his plush lower lip, telling him everything through the unspoken words illuminating her face.
The silence is broken by his sigh, by the rustling of sheets as he dips his head, moving her legs to surround him. He breathes her in, flicks his tongue along her folds, and she slumps back onto the pillow with a quiet moan. She’s slick with desire, heart palpitating in an increasing rhythm as he strokes, licks, and nibbles. A feverish flush rises on her chest, achromatic grey against glowing white skin.
She’s flickering deliriously between awareness and the space between. Grasping his rumpled locks, stars just out of reach. His soft hair and sandpaper cheeks against her thighs, the spark and flame behind her eyelids.
Upwards, around, and through her, he brings her to the exquisite edge. Her core ripples with the force of her release, but he holds her to him as she combusts. A moment, then several, as she loses herself in her pleasure. Buoyed by his gentleness and strength, she returns to him as he caresses her trembling legs, kisses her tenderly, her heartbeat steadying.
Crawling upwards, he kisses her mouth, and she tastes their mingled flavor. Tears seep from the corners of her eyes, or were they already falling? Their limbs tangle, covetous hands seeking, sweat-slicked bodies sliding, never close enough.
Their tongues tangle, teeth clash. He’s under her now, deposited on his back with a quick push of arm and leg. Her hair curtains their faces, shadowing their features into near-lightlessness. Their world reduced even further, just them, a cave within a cave. She nudges her aquiline nose along his strong one, rests her forehead against his, and they breathe deeply.
Rising upwards, Scully shifts lower, her swollen slit sliding over his erection. Hands adjusting, eyes closing, teeth gnashing bottom lips. They gasp as she encompasses him, taking his hardened length fully within her. Eyes fluttering open, their gazes lock together and they nod in shadowy agreement.
Rocking over him, Mulder’s large hands cover her breasts, kneading them before setting his mouth on one hardened peak and then the other. The miles he’s traveled over the soft curves of her skin triggering a thousand memories. Knowing the push and pull that cause liquid fire to spread along her flesh.
The volatile dance of their bodies coming together turns desperate. His hands spread down her chest and wrap around her hips, lifting her and thrusting as she starts to lose control. She marks his chest with half-moons, scrapes her nails along his abdomen. Her head thrown back, tips of hair brushing along her scapula, chest heaving, set ablaze by the feel of him filling her. One of his hands leaves her hip to press firmly at their joining, branding her with his fingerprint.
She’s heavy, thick, full to bursting. The pressure builds until she has no choice but to give in to chaos. Harder this time, shattering into a thousand pieces. Time expands and loses all meaning. Reality peeks through as the shards of herself come back together: his sharp thrusts, soft moans, the dampened sheets under her knees, his hands gliding over her skin, his warmth spreading inside of her as he follows her, coiled steel giving way to his own unraveling. It consumes them, and each time they emerge refreshed, renewed in the surety of their connection.
Collapsing on top of him, Scully clasps his hand in hers and fits her head into the niche between his chest and shoulder, inhaling his musky scent mingling with her own. They wrap themselves securely around each other, shivering as the night air drifts through the window and across their luminescent skin. Drifting into contented half-sleep, their legs and fingers lay entwined, painted with shadows and moonlight.
Quenched until the daylight draws its golden rays along their waking bodies.
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Short Answer: No
Author: @ceruleanmilieu
For: SailorStarDust1
Under the assumption all things was MSR's first time, how would they act around each other the next time at work?
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#XFSecretSanta2021 19/27
art credit: patientxphile on Tumblr
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