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nenan · 2 months
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Angela photographed by Tallulah.fx, hair by Jacqueline Ezeuko
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Dana and her wife pookie Mulder
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theysteponyou · 10 months
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Gillian Anderson and David Duchovny at the premiere of The X Files: Fight The Future in Mann Village Theater - Westwood, California (June 1998)
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winterholmesart · 1 year
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TOOMS
“If we don’t get him right now, the next chance we’re gonna get is in, uh…”
“2023”
Happy new year!🎉
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jayselegy · 1 day
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Mulder, I love you, but what the fuck are you doing
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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐢𝐫𝐞
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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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baddingtonbitch · 1 year
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you could do some serious damage someplace like that
The X-Files
Season 3, Episode 3 - D.P.O.
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notnotafangirl · 1 year
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Inside me there are two wolves. One wants to watch The X Files all the way through for the first time while avoiding spoilers even though it’s a 29 year old show. The other wants to spend all the time I am not watching The X Files consuming all the fanfic, fan art, and other media I can find.
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pineapplesandbananas · 7 months
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you just know this was bought on a shopping trip with missy because she insisted scully would look cute in it, but it lived at the back of her closet until this moment.
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nenan · 8 months
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Anna-Lisa photographed by TFX
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yugiohio · 2 years
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Scully has such a breathy way of speaking & sometimes I have to rewind scenes because I was too entranced by her voice to have heard what she said. Time well spent
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iron-sides · 3 months
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scully and mulder are yelling at each other about if aliens are real and if scully was abducted by them 😍😍😍😍😍❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕😻😻😻💝💝💝
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Every episode of the xfiles is like
Mulder: so what do you think?
Scully: I think it’s a terrible idea
Mulder:
Scully:
Mulder:
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Mulder:
Scully: let’s do it
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theysteponyou · 1 year
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After Mulder and Scully scene kiss in The X Files: I Want To Believe
Just David, Gillian and Chris. March 2008 - Vancouver, Canada
Credits to whom it corresponds
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