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Please grace us a valentine fic revival time? I hope 2017 Mulder and Scully are still in love in this day :)
I couldn’t resist a little Vistor/Resident follow-up :)
He brings her lunch at work - a double order of sweet potatoes from Teaism and a sandwich for himself - and they eat together in her office, splitting a cupcake at the end of their meal. She produces it from her desk drawer with a smile. It’s apple spice cake, and it tastes like his grandmother’s recipe. He licks his fingers clean and watches her dab crumbs off her face without removing her lipstick.
“You know Valentine was a martyr,” he says.
“I’m Catholic,” she reminds him. She smiles wryly.
“Not everybody’s versed in the mythology,” he counters.
“Mulder,” she says, “first of all, I’ve spent long enough around you and studying ritualistic killers to have made a moderately exhaustive study of religious icons of any number of faiths.”
“Second of all?”
“Second of all, everybody knows that Valentine was a martyr,” she tells him.
“Who’s your saint?” he asks.
She smiles again. “Catherine.”
“Of course,” he says. “Who better than a princess who could out-argue anyone and who devoted herself to a higher cause?”
“Of course,” she says simply. “My saint’s day always got folded into Thanksgiving.”
“We’ve never celebrated Valentine’s Day in the office,” he says.
“Is this leading up to some convoluted proposal?” she asks. “Because you don’t usually devote lunch to hagiography.”
He reaches into his pocket. “You know how to suck all the romance out of a room, Scully,” he says, setting a small box on the desk between them.
She looks at the box and back at him. “Mulder.”
He nudges it toward her. “Just open it.”
She reaches out and takes it, opening it gingerly, her eyes locked on his. Gold gleams gently against the dark velvet inside the box.
“It doesn’t have to be a wedding ring,” he says, as she reaches in and takes it out, rolling it between her fingertips. “I had my mother’s jewelry melted down. I wanted to make something new.”
“We already made something new,” she says, her eyes luminous as she looks at him.
“This is it, Scully,” he says, taking her hand. “For me. This is it. You’re it. I just wanted to mark the occasion.”
She hands him the ring and he slips it onto her finger. It doesn’t look like an engagement ring or a wedding band, exactly, but it looks right on her hand. He cradles her fingers with his and it’s a perfect moment, as magical as he might have expected from a wedding. They gaze at each other and he knows that this time, they’ll manage to make a life together that doesn’t draw the darkness to them.
“Don’t forget we have dinner reservations after therapy,” she says, and it sounds like a lifelong vow.
“I’ll be there,” he promises.
He goes back to work, feeling the absence of the box in his pocket after carrying it for weeks back and forth between his desk and hers. It’s a Tuesday, like and unlike any other, and he will never be the same. He passes a window and realizes that his reflection is smiling.
Back at his desk, he takes out another box and opens it to look at his father’s wedding ring. He weighs it in his palm for a moment. His father, misguided, a man with poor instincts and worse friends. His father, who wasn’t there when he needed him. But his father was a patriot too, and loved his children.
He hesitates a second more and then slips on the ring. It fits him, and he thinks of genetics, the link between his father’s hands and his own. He opens his desk drawer again, takes out the photograph of William, and tucks the corner into the frame of the photograph of himself and Scully. He’ll get another frame for it tomorrow, but no member of his family will stay in the darkness. They are all made whole on this day of martyrs. They are done with sacrifice.
my heart grew *four* sizes today 😍😘
THE X-FILES — 1.01: Pilot
Fic: Root, Root, Root for the Home Team (MSR, M)
2400 words; M for sexual situations; a glimpse into what was happening in That Scene for all Unnatural truthers and @luckydouglas' dog (also on AO3)
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Fox Mulder taps his bat on home plate and ponders the mechanisms of baseball. In the arena of Major League physics, he is as capable as Scully. He comprehends the workings of ball and socket joints, the way potential energy is converted into muscular action, the loft of the ball and the weight of the bat. In a game of baseball, that highest calling, man is a simple machine built to apply leverage: in this case, via a smoothly turned piece of ash. He understands all of this. He also knows there is an alchemy beyond the equations of velocity and momentum. An X factor beyond X and Y, something unquantifiable. A pitching machine isn’t baseball. Baseball is summer sun in your eyes and the smell of hot dogs and cut grass. Baseball is chalk and dirt and sweat and the crack of a home run. Baseball is a battle of wit and will between the mound and the plate, improbable hits and impossible catches. The perfect consistency of the pitching machine’s springs and gears has nothing to do with the true game, the intersection of strain and time and hope and sweet anticipation. Baseball, he thinks, might be love.
If Scully isn't meant to tuck herself under Mulder's chin then why is he so tall
I just finished reading Quis Si and it’s really good. It’s the best stories I’ve read recently, so I wonder do you have other fic recs
That's great! That's such a great story. I do have other fic recs, but not knowing exactly what you liked about it, I'll stick with the AU as a jumping off point and tell you some of my favorite AUs:
The Mountain Man by aka "Jake" - historical AU set in 1860s Montana; Great romance, great setting, really nice character details
Blinded by White Light by DashaK - post-colonization AU that's one of my favorites which is wild considering I'm not really into post-col (and am about to even recommend another); can't go wrong with a slow-burn amnesia fic :D
Machines of Freedom by Amal Nahurriyeh - not really post-col, but sort of...pre-col and I would say technically AU, but also canon compliant to a point; a lot of mythology in this one and makes you wish CC and co would have taken notes for a third movie or the revival
Paracelsus by Prufrock's Love (in four parts: One, Two, Three, Four) - post-Civil War epic saga; probably the fic I've read the most and I'll say that it's very faulty, but I still forgive its faults because it's just too good of a read. And if you like Pru's writing, I also really like A Moment in the Sun.
Au Cafe Pequod by @sunflowerseedsandscience - WWII AU; lovely lovely lovely love story
All That is Dark and Bright by Malibusunset - an Emily AU where Emily lives and Scully's attempts to adopt her are successful because Mulder makes her an offer; marriage of convenience story. And Malibu's Terra Firma stories are also great.
A Winter's Tale by Anjou - another sort of Emily AU (finding the existence of other Emilys); slow burn mytharc with a lot of angst but the MSR is chef's kiss.
The Boy on the Beach - by @cecilysass - time travel AU! So good and so heartbreaking.
Proof of Life by @slippinmickeys - a series of snapshots into a hostage situation AU; gripping and intense
Skin by Annie Sewell-Jennings - gruesome AU centered around a serial killer in Charleston (Mulder and Scully meet during the investigation); I think this is the only true case-fic I have amongst the recs and it is so compelling. Like think Silence of the Lambs, but with Mulder and Scully and romance and serial killers.
That's it for now - a lot of my links I have bookmarked are SO old that they weren't working anymore so there's some I left off because I'd have to go digging around to find access. I haven't read anything new in a very long time...actually I haven't really read anything in a very long time. If anyone knows of any of the above authors being on tumblr, please tag them as I only knew of a handful.
hello x-files fandom. i love these two funny little guys
From The X-Files Pilot dailies, filmed March 22, 1993
David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson present at the 2025 SAG Awards
Adorable
Omg they did so bad I love them even more
Wouldn’t expect anything less than the chaos they provided
Gillian Anderson
2025 SAG Awards
Still would 🦊😍🔥