Here is a master collection of all the themed X-Files fic rec lists that I’ve posted (so far!). These and all my individual story recs can be found under my fic rec tag. Enjoy!
UPDATED: Newly added lists have ** asterisks
Post-episode and Movie Stories
all things
Biogenesis
** Born Again
Elegy
Fight the Future
Fire
Firewalker
Ghouli
** Grotesque
How the Ghosts Stole Christmas
** I Want to Believe
I Want to Believe island getaway
Millennium
** My Struggle IV
** Paper Hearts
Pilot
Pine Bluff Variant
Plus One
Provenance
Providence
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Roadrunners
** Shadows (Liberty Bell fics)
Small Potatoes
Tithonus
Triangle
The Unnatural
Trust No 1 (one lonely night fics)
** Wetwired
Season Stories
Season 7, part 1
Season 7, part 2
Season 7, part 3
Season 7, part 4
Season 7, part 5
Season 7, part 6
Season 7, part 7
** Season 7, part 8
** Season 7, part 9
Season 7/8 fics involving Mulder’s brain disease thing
Season 8
Season 8/9 fics where Mulder doesn’t leave
Season 11
Holiday Stories
Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, Part 1
Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, Part 2
** Christmas, New Year’s Eve, and Hannukah, Part 3
** Fics where Mulder and Scully exchange gifts
Halloween, Part 1
Halloween, Part 2
Mulder’s birthday
Scully’s birthday
Thanksgiving, Part 1
Thanksgiving, Part 2
Thanksgiving, Part 3
Valentine’s Day
Other Themed Stories
Angst/smut combo fics
AU fics
Autumn fics
Casefiles, Part 1
Casefiles, Part 2
** Casefiles with Mulder and Scully in an established relationship
Cute domestic MSR fics
Fics exploring Scully’s faith
Fics focused on Mulder and Scully kissing
Fics where first names (Fox or Dana) are used
Fics where Mulder and Scully exchange keys
Fics where Mulder calls Scully “Dana Katherine”
Fics where Mulder calls Scully “honey”
Fics where Mulder cheats on Scully
Fics where Mulder comforts Scully and calls her “honey”
Fics where Mulder is at William’s birth
** Fics where Scully cheats on Ethan
Fics with camping + smut
Fics with Mulder and Scully at a team building seminar
Fics with Mulder and/or Scully in a kidnapping or hostage situation
Fics with Mulder or Scully sleepwalking
** Fics with Mulder taking comfort in sucking on Scully’s boobs
** Fics with Scully breastfeeding
Fics with Scully on her period
** Fics with Scully suffering from postpartum depression
First time fics (posted before 2000)
Funny fics
Happy fics
Historical AUs
Jealousy fics
** Jealousy fics in the I Want to Believe era
Kidfic and babyfic
Kinky fics
Long cancer arc fics
Marriage proposals
Mulder-as-profiler fics
Mulder being jealous or territorial
Mulder comforting Scully
Mulder comforts Scully while flying
Mulder/Scully arguments (leading to happiness)
** Mulder/Scully banter
Mulder/Scully reunion after passed time
** New Orleans fics
Novel-length stories, Part 1
Novel-length stories, Part 2
Novel-length stories, Part 3
Novel-length stories, Part 4
** Novel-length stories, Part 5
One bed trope fics
Party / FBI ball fics
Post-colonization stories
Scully bringing Mulder to a family gathering
Scully giving birth
Scully miscarriage stories
Scully/Other fics
** Scully/Other, Mulder/Other, and MSR
** Scully/Skinner long fics
Skinner/Maggie Scully fics
Springtime fics
Stories involving Ethan
** Undercover fics
Ever since Felix and I packed up our things in Washington, DC and moved to the little, sleepy town of Plymouth, our personal life has been turned upside down and right again. From the first day of school, the appearance of a little woman with a big personality has profoundly changed our lives for the better and has shaken up our previously established dynamics as you'd shake up the flakes in a snow globe.
Over the past few months, the flakes have settled into the first stable relationship either of us Mulder boys have ever had. A newfound contentment has tiptoed in alongside the excitement of making memories, constantly finding myself asking How on earth did I get so lucky? and Where has she been all my life?
During all these recent developments, my professional life has been eerily quiet, giving me enough time to spend with Felix and/or Scully on both weekdays and weekends. It all seems too good to be true sometimes.
Day in and day out, I'm assigned cookie-cutter cases to consult on that are so textbook, they don't take up too much of my time or afford me chances to flex my profiler's mind.
They also don't lend me the opportunity to show the seasoned skeptics at the Boston Field Office what it is exactly that has me receiving special treatment by my superior in the Behavioral Analysis Unit and don't have to spend my days with them at the office.
To them, I'm either a youngster with an overly inflated ego or must be so eager, I have what they call "blue flames coming out of his ass".
Needless to say, neither of which particularly endear me to my colleagues up in Boston. But I get my reports in on time and have helped catch one-time arsonists, bank robbers and the occasional murderer who kills out of affect and is dumb enough to leave enough trace evidence that makes finding him a walk in the park.
Standing in front of the packed conference room of the Field Office, I present my recent findings in an arson case with a confidence I force myself to put on for the outside world but don't actually possess. I take great pride in my ability to create slideshows that underline the point I'm making in today's briefing, facing a room full of people that are just waiting with bated breath for me to screw up. Leaned back in their chairs, chewing on stale donuts or sipping lukewarm coffee while I click through my slides.
My only ally, it seems, is a young Agent fresh out of Quantico named Henderson, who sits up a little straighter on the chair during my monologue, pen poised eagerly over a notebook, scribbling away furiously. Henderson also follows me around the office afterwards, posing a million questions a minute to make amendments to the notes from the briefing. It's like having my own personal fan and it's kind of nice to have a friendly face in an otherwise slightly hostile work environment.
"Agent Mulder, do you think there'll ever be a real case to solve, like they do on TV? A serial killer perhaps?" Henderson's face lights up at the last question, just as I'm packing up my files to head out and pick up Felix from school.
The prospect of taking him and Scully to Starbucks after school and then home to a quiet afternoon of them doing their schoolwork and me finishing the paperwork of the day's briefing, is what gets me through most of the dreadful moments at the Field Office.
This week, Scully's been so busy with school, we've barely had any time to ourselves. For her, the days just flew by, not enough hours for too much work and I miss her company terribly. Stuffing the last file into my bag, I make a mental note to call her tonight to make plans for the weekend.
"Oh God, I hope not!" I shake my head at the disappointed Agent, even though a "real" case is exciting work for a profiler and would help me distinguish myself here, it would also mean long hours of research, more briefings, more presentations, hours of interrogations and actual field work. Over the years, I've found that the excitement doesn't make up for missing out on spending time with Felix and now, my girlfriend - the thought still has me grinning like a fool, my girlfriend hee hee! Stop it!
"Sorry, Agent Henderson, I'm praying for more bank robberies or arsonists these days!" Snapping my briefcase shut, I turn to head back to my car. "I'll see you at the next briefing!"
"Hm. Bummer. I'll see you around, Blue Flames!"
On my way out, I shake my head again and chuckle to myself at the nickname I've apparently been assigned, although Henderson only uses it to tease me instead of the thinly veiled malice of the other Agents.
"Just so you know, Dad, I've invited Dana for movie night at our house on Sunday." After recounting the events of his school day from the backseat, Felix tosses in this casual tidbit of information as if it's the most natural thing in the world. "Oh, and she said yes!" A glance in the rear-view mirror reveals him to be extremely proud of himself, a satisfied grin on his face.
"You know, you could've asked me first, Fe…" There's a moment of silence in the back while he considers what I've just said.
"Ya know … you don't have to be there, Dad, you can go hang out with Principal Skinner or something if you want to!" Is he for real? Making clandestine plans with my girlfriend and wanting to arrange a play-date for me at the same time. He's quite smooth, I have to give him that.
"Nope, movie night with you guys sounds a lot better than hanging out with Skinner.," I have to admit to a victorious looking Felix.
"Alright then, you can thank me later. Now-" He claps his hands together excitedly. "- we need to get popcorn and snacks and money for Pizza and clean the house and oooh, you need to help me with my homework, Miss Anderson gave us soooo much to do over the weekend!" The theatrical hand-waving that accompany his groan at the mountain of work in his bulging backpack has me chuckling at his antics.
Y'all, I can't get over the fact you love Felix just as much as I do 🥰 Thank you ❤️
Felix Felicis
MSR. AU. E. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3
Chapter 62 - Monday Mornings Aren't Quite So Bad
[ FM ]
I wake the next morning, startled out of sleep with only a few minutes to spare before the alarm clock goes off way too soon, because Scully has to be at school even earlier than Felix does. Another reason she didn't want to stay over, actually. I'm glad she did, although it also means that I have to drag a grumpy, sleepy 7-year old out of his bed 30 minutes earlier.
Teetering dangerously close to the edge of the bed, I look over to a still fast-asleep Scully, spread-eagled like a starfish and have to grin that such a small person can take up so much space in a king-sized bed. Or in my heart, for that matter. Oh stop, you big, walking Hallmark-card.
She looks so peaceful, I really hate to wake her, but maybe we can get in a few minutes of making out before the alarm clock goes off and we have to get up to start the day.
"Pssss… Scully! Wake up!" Her sleepy protesting groan and the feeble attempt at swatting away my hand that shakes her shoulder has me sure she'll be almost as hard to get out of bed as Felix is in the morning.
"Mhhno, go away! 's not time yet!," she mumbles in protest and rolls over to hide her face into the pillow. I'm tempted to share her shoulder again, more insistent this time but change my mind at the last minute and scoot over to pepper the visible side of her face with kisses.
"We still… have a few … minutes … before we have to … get up … and there's … coffee downstairs!" I'm not sure if it's the kisses or the mention of coffee that have her crack open one eye but it doesn't really matter, we get to enjoy the few minutes we have left either way. My personal 5 Minutes in Heaven.
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[ DS ]
"Eeew, Dana, what is that?" Felix eyes my bowl of granola with a wrinkled nose from across the table. "That looks so… healthy." His face gives away what he really thinks of my breakfast and I'm not the least bit surprised, it's a bland and boring alternative to his breakfast.
He's munching away happily on his strawberry-filled pop-tart, crumbs flying everywhere from what I think may not be the healthiest breakfast choice for a kid. Too high in sugar, no nutrients.
Another thought I keep to myself and I swallow my remark along with a sip of coffee.
Felix's remark earns him a reproachful "It's not nice to say Ew to someone else's food, you know that Fe!" from his dad over at the kitchen island, busy packing Felix's lunchbox.
'If we ever have kids, they'll get their fruits and veggies in at the start of the day.' Wait, what? Where did that thought come from, if we ever have kids… we're only a little over a month into dating, stop it!
"Soooorry, Dana…" Felix's drawled out apology that sounds like he still stands by his assessment that my breakfast is the worst in the world, pulls me back to reality, wiping away the mental image of a little curly brown-haired, blue-eyed girl, face and hands smeared with blueberries. Damn it, I said stop it!
Felix changes the subject wisely, washing down his pop-tart with some hot chocolate that leaves him with a milk beard on his upper lip.
"So, where will I go once we're at school? Do I have to wait outside alone until the other kids get here?"
"No, don't be silly. You can come inside with me, if you don't mind hanging out in the teacher's lounge for a while?"
"Nooo way, really?" He sets down his mug so suddenly in his excitement, its contents spill onto the table a little. It's so endearing, how he's always so down with almost anything that'll mean we get to spend a bit of time together.
"I'll take that as a yes. Lift, Sloppy Joe!" Obediently, he picks up his mug I've nodded to, to swipe my napkin underneath and wipe away the sticky remains of his breakfast drink.
Overnight bag in my hand and backpack slung over his shoulder, we pile into the car for our ride to school where we each receive a kiss good-bye and a "Have a good day at school!", all of which leave me thinking giddily that I could get used to mornings like these.
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[ Felix ]
Last night, I didn't think my life could get any better, but heading into school holding my favorite teacher's hand tightly, I seriously have to rethink my assessment. We're so early, no-one else is here except the teachers in the lounge, the school still very quiet without the kids that are about to arrive soon.
I get to sit at the big conference table, swinging my legs under it lazily and I'm still so tired, I have to rest my too heavy head on my arms. Even more awesome than having dinner with Miss S- Dana, today I get to watch the four girls sipping coffee, making copies for their students and getting their books ready for the school day. And, I realize with a gasp in my head, they talk about really interesting stuff here, stuff that's not actually meant to be overheard by anyone else. Maybe I can catch some juicy details about some of my fellow students, that would be awesome!
This is a forbidden world I'm so excited to see, none of the other kids get the chance to be in here, ever. Lucky Felix! I listen to the conversation so intently, I think my ears grew a few sizes.
“Hey D, you won’t believe the rude message I’ve received from-” Miss Anderson stops to cast a sideways glance in my direction briefly, oops can she see my big ears? “-a parent last night! Read this!”
I pretend to be really interested in the "How to act in a case of a fire"-poster so they won’t figure out I’m eavesdropping but on the inside, I'm screaming. Who?? Whose parent? What did they say? Aaah my curiosity is killing me!
I wish I had some binoculars to see the phone message Miss Anderson is sharing with my Dana right now.
“Whoa, what a nice way to end the weekend huh…” I frown a little, this doesn't add up … her mouth says nice but her face says anything but. Adults. So confusing sometimes.
"Come on, Felix, it's time for school!" I don't get to be confused for too long because Miss S-Dana is tapping me on the shoulder and I slide of the chair for her to slip my backpack onto my shoulders.
I, always the gentleman of course, offer to carry Miss S- Dana's books over to the classroom, beaming proudly when I get a Thank you and a brief hug for it in return.
Tearing into my own classroom, I get a few raised eyebrows and turned heads, but I don't care. I rip my chair out and flop down breathlessly. "Suzie! You're not going to believe where I've just been!"
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[ FM ]
Once I've dropped off my two favorite people for their day at school, heart still warmed from watching them head inside together gloved hand in gloved hand, I wait until the door has closed behind them before pulling out of the parking lot to start my own work-day.
We usually go grocery-shopping on Sundays, when we have all the time in the world to browse the aisles - we never make a list, so it takes us way longer than it should and it's a lot more fun to wander around searching until inspiration strikes what we might like to eat during the week. Since I had no intention to leave the coziness of the house yesterday and we pretty much raided the fridge for dinner, I need to do it today, before work.
Shopping cart already filled to the brim, I make a quick detour into the sweets section to place a bag of mini-Reeses and a bottle of caramel coffee syrup on top of all our other things, you know, just in case.
Even with her gone off too school a few hours ago, a few. subtle reminders that she was here still linger and put a wistful little smile on my face - the coffee cup I put into the dishwasher along with our other breakfast dishes still has traces of lipstick on it, there's a whiff of perfume I catch as I make the bed, a second toothbrush sits innocently side-by-side with mine.
During putting away the groceries, I'm caught by surprise by the little note stuck underneath a magnet on the fridge that reads in her loopy handwriting 'Hope you have a productive work-day ❤️ ~x, S.'
After so many years of being single, I've completely forgotten the joyful spark and the warm fuzzies brought on by being on the receiving end of those little gestures.
I find many a proof of her presence but what I don't find, and its absence raises my spirits even higher, is my favorite, well-worn, well-loved Oxford hoodie. Yes!
With my day off to such a good start and Scully consistently hovering on the edges of my mind, I find myself quite a lot more productive than on any other given day and finally drag myself to finish the expense reports I've been dreading for many days.
Mornings like these, I could definitely get used to!
I have never met anyone so passionate and dedicated to a belief as you. It’s so intense that sometimes it’s blinding. But there are others who are watching you, who know what I know and whereas I can respect and admire your passion, they will use it against you. Mulder, the truth is out there but so are lies. [insp./insp.]
“tell me your moon sign without telling me your moon sign”
aries moon: “i will knock you the hell out in a fit of rage and then cry myself to sleep. also my emotions peak really hard and fast then change an hour later when i inevitably get over it and realize it wasn’t that serious”
taurus moon: “my hobby is sleeping and i love romance but hate people and expressing affection. i’ve had the same friend group since fourth grade and they’re probably the only people i trust”
gemini moon: “my brain never shuts off ever so sometimes i lag like a 2005 dell desktop. my constant state is overthinking infused with stress and anxiety is my middle name. i change my personality four times a day”
cancer moon: “it would be easier to list the things that don’t upset me than the things that do, i take everything personally and i will not hesitate to stab you. i go through eight different moods a minute”
leo moon: “i am every single persons’ therapist for free and all my emotions are amplified x100. i can work while having a mental breakdown because the grind never stops. my middle name is overspending″
virgo moon: “if i’ve so much as looked at you, i have psychoanalyzed and picked apart both your and my entire existences and i’m very disappointed in both of us. also i’m nervous. about what? yes. feelings are very frustrating to me”
libra moon: “i can promise you that at any given moment i am in my alternative daydream universe. i need validation from everyone and the only thing that makes me cry is sad romantic movies. i am the overlord of productive procrastination, and i’ve probably never showed up on time to anything”
scorpio moon: “i know what you’re feeling before you know what you’re feeling and i also am still stuck in my emo phase. i have never answered a phone call in my life. the block button is my best friend and i have frequent shower cry sessions”
sagittarius moon: “if you look inside my head it’s actually just a hamster hyped up on redbull + express shots running in a wheel. everything is in fact That Deep™ to me. i have never once been wrong ever and i will die with this mindset”
capricorn moon: “if i’m not being productive i want to die and my constant state of existence is mental exhaustion. people frustrate me and i like to view everything logically and pick apart all my emotions instead of feeling and dealing with them. spending money and being more successful than u is my passion”
aquarius moon: “katy perry wrote hot n cold about me. i probably don’t like you but if i do you’re never getting rid of me. i like to pretend i do not have emotions because i feel way too much but am not equipped to deal with it so i repress and ignore<3”
pisces moon: “my concept of reality is minimal and music is the only thing that keeps me grounded. i live mostly in my intricate NCU [neptunian cinematic universe]. i feel your emotions than you do so i would appreciate if you calmed the hell down and worked through your shit. i prefer to be alone and vibing in my room but i need my two close friends to function”
Tobias Menzies, Olivia Colman, Gillian Anderson, Josh O’Connor, Erin Doherty, Emma Corrin, Emerald Fennell, Charles Edwards, and Charles Dance. The Crown season 4 behind-the-scenes.
