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Walk in the forest | Mulder x Scully

October Prompts: Walk in the forest!

Summary: Mulder and Scully take a walk in the forest for a case, at night, in October. And Scully’s not scared, she just doesn’t want to walk alone.

Warnings: mention of missing women and buried bodies!

When Scully started her day, she expected it to be another day filled with paperwork, finishing off reports and sorting through X-Files to find their next case. What she didn’t expect was to be walking through a large forest at half past midnight with Mulder by her side in Indiana, shoes squelching in the mud and her body cold from the thick winter fog that seemed to drench the area.

And to be honest, the red headed FBI agent wasn’t especially happy about the situation either. She wasn’t happy about the fact that she the mud was destroying another pair of shoes, ones she had just bought last week in fact. She wasn’t happy that she hadn’t eaten in nearly twelve hours or about the thought that by the end of the next day, she would most likely come down with a pretty horrific cold. But what did make it slightly better, was the fact that Mulder was walking beside her, his strides slow and his easy whistling giving her something to listen to that wasn’t old branches creaking and animals howling.

“Mulder, why on earth are we still walking through this forest? We caught the suspect, we solved the case, we closed another X-File. Let’s just turn around and go home, or at least to a motel to warm up.” Scully was fed up, Mulder could tell by the way that her voice was snappish and hard, not wasting any time in telling him her thoughts. Yet he just shook his head and looked at his partner.

“I can’t do that Scully, not yet anyway. I just…I feel like we’re missing something, something just doesn’t fit.” Scully huffed at his response and ran a hand through her hair before shoving both hands deep into the pockets of her winter coat, pulling it tightly around her.

“What do you mean something doesn’t fit, Mulder? We have the murder weapon, witnesses, motive and cause, we have everything we need to put it in front of a judge and have this guy going away for at least ten years.”

“Didn’t you find it weird that whenever we interviewed him, he kept mentioning this forest? Like he had some kind of connection to it, like it meant something to him.” Mulder heard Scully sigh beside him and stopped walking for a moment, so he stood facing her. “Look, if you want, you can head back to the car and wait for me there until I’m done, and then we can find a motel to grab some sleep and food before heading back to DC.”

“No way! I’m not walking back to the car in the dark, especially just to wait there for you. You might need back up, anyway, I’m not going to let you go alone.” The tall man smiled at her, placing a hand on her arm in a comforting manner.

“Scully, I’ll be fine. I’ve got my gun, and a pretty good pair of legs to use if I need to run back. You head to the car; I’ll call you if I need you.” Mulder started walking again, expecting Scully to make her way back to the car without another word, but instead he heard the wet sounds of mud behind him, and a hand reached out to grab onto the end of his coat sleeve, fingers wrapping around his wrist slightly.

“I’m staying with you, Mulder. No arguments, alright?” Scully’s features were hardened, yet Mulder could see the way that fear was creeping in and her gaze flickered around the forest uncertainly. He adjusted the torch in his hand and took her hand in his with his other one, grinning at Scully and then walking forward.

“Don’t worry Scully. Nothing to be frightened of in this forest apart from a few screeching crows and some tree roots that might try to take your leg off if you’re not careful. And if something does happen, I’ll protect you.” Scully laughed softly at that and squeezed his hand as she fell into step beside him, already feeling slightly better.

She didn’t need Mulder to protect her, both her and Mulder knew she could do fine on her own in a deep dark forest. But they also knew that just having someone looking out for you, watching your back, gave them a great sense of comfort. And Scully was definitely not scared or nervous walking around this forest, though she couldn’t stop thinking of all those cases where women go missing and their bodies are found deep beneath the forest earth, their only company the large skeleton like trees and the animals that called the forest floor home. Scully didn’t want to end up like one of those women, not tonight.

Mulder knew that, and he didn’t say anything as Scully tucked herself under his arm and leaned into him, sharing his warmth. Together, without a word passed between them, they agreed that they were just going to treat it like any other walk through a forest, two agents watching each other’s back. And that was fine with the both of them.

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Pizza and Beer | Mulder x Scully

Summary: When Mulder arrives at Scully’s apartment with Halloween movies and promise of pizza and beer, neither of them expect to be wrapped up in each other by the end of the night. 

Warnings: None, though it has not been edited closely so there could be a few mistakes! Sorry!

Word count: 2.6k

A/N: Please be kind, this is my first ever MSR fic so I am very nervous about posting! Let me know what you think. Also requests are open and you can find my taglist and masterlist in the links below! And thank you to @wolfish-willow​ @lunalovecroft​ and @unpredictablybittersweet​ for your input, advice and support!

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When the phone rang at 3 in the morning, Dana Scully expected it to be an emergency, like an agent calling her to come down to a crime scene or Skinner demanding that she be at headquarters at once. What she didn’t expect, was to pick up the phone and hear Mulder’s calm and light-hearted voice on the other end of the line, his fingers tapping away at the computer keyboard in their office.

“Hey Scully, wanna go on an adventure?” Mulder asked this question like he hadn’t just woken Scully up in the middle of the night, and like it was the most normal thing to ever ask someone over the phone, with no warning and when the sky was dark. Scully let out a frustrated sigh and rolled her eyes, not that Mulder could see of course, before falling back against her pillows with a soft thump.

“Mulder, it’s 3 a.m.!” She was exasperated already, and she only felt worse after she heard her partner chuckle on the other end of the line. She knew he was smiling, knew his eyes were squinting slightly as he looked down at the notes in front of him, and also knew that he would be slipping his free hand into his pocket to fish out a sunflower seed.

“Exactly, the perfect time to go find out about the unknown footprints that appeared in Southern California last week. C’mon, we could make a little holiday out of it, go to a beach even?” Scully knew that Mulder was trying every trick in the book to make her say yes, but after only getting home at 1.30 am and not getting to sleep until 2 am, she just wanted to rest, spend the next weekend catching up on laundry, doing some reading, maybe even having a bubble bath. So, she shook her head, voice softening as she started to speak back to Mulder.

“Look, we just finished a case and got back from North Dakota only a couple of hours ago. I need some sleep Mulder, and I’m sure you do too. Now, I’m going back to bed, if you still wanna go monster hunting tomorrow than by all means call me, but for now, let me sleep.” She hung up then, not even giving him enough time to respond and she put the phone back on its stand, before pulling the covers further up her body, shielding her from the cold October air.

When she got up the next morning and started making herself a breakfast of sesame bagels topped with cream cheese, avocado and smoked salmon, she had forgotten all about Mulder’s late-night call. It also seemed like he had forgotten too, because he didn’t ring her at all that morning, nor even as the morning turned to afternoon and she was eating leftover pizza while watching re-runs of some drama on television.

But then someone was knocking on her door, the voice on the other side muffled by the sound of the television. Scully sighed as she stood up from her couch and moved to answer it. She checked the peephole first and let out another sigh and closed her eyes for a small moment before opening it, really not wanting to see her partner right now. It was the weekend after all, and weekends were meant to be free from work, from colleagues, and as much as she loved Mulder, she needed a day, just one day of peace.

“What are you doing here Mulder?” She spoke as she swung open the door, revealing her co-worker standing on the other side with a lopsided grin and two coffees in his hands, a plastic bag hanging from his arm. He came in without being invited, but they both knew that Scully wouldn’t have opened the door if she didn’t want him coming in, and moved to the kitchen table, placing the hot drinks and bags down before facing his partner.

“Well, I thought, since it’s Halloween weekend, and we’re too old to dress up and go trick or treating, we should order some pizza and watch some of the classics…” Mulder’s voice dropped off as Scully turned to him with an amused look on her face, pushing some of her ginger hair behind her ears. He poured the contents of the grocery bag onto her table, revealing multiple videotapes of the usual Halloween movies.

Scully let out a chuckle at his excited face and shook her head gently as she moved to pull two mugs from her cupboard, pouring the hot coffees into them and then passing Mulder’s to him.

“And here I was thinking I was going to have a normal weekend of watching junk on tv and sorting through laundry.” Mulder openly laughed at this, his eyes squinting slightly as he smiled at his smaller partner.

“You call that normal? I call that boring.” He walked towards her television set then, pushed the videotape into the slot and grabbed the remote from the coffee table.

After nearly six years of working together, Scully had learned that Mulder has a constant tendency to make himself at home in places he felt safe and comfortable, with her apartment being one of those few places. And with this in mind, she watched as he relaxed back against the sofa cushions, pulled off his shoes and rested his socked feet on the edge of the coffee table. He looked over to her, patting the seat next to him, and all she could do was send him an exasperated look before sitting down next to him, leaning against the arm of the sofa.

“Fine, Mulder. I’ll watch crappy scary movies with you. As long as you’re paying for the pizza and the beer.” Mulder nodded back to her in agreement, and then lifted the remote, clicking play.

The night started off normal, they were just two friends watching movies together in Scully’s apartment, sipping mediocre beer that was already making Mulder’s cheeks feel warm, and eating greasy pizza that they were sure to regret the next morning. The television screen glowed, and colours flashed around the room as Mulder watched the villain chase after a screaming girl, and Scully took in the way he was so focused on the movie. It was enchanting, watching his gaze flicker with every movement on the screen, how his face scrunched up when blood or gore was shown, how he rolled his eyes when something was so cheesy it was just stupid. Her focus was only pulled away when he started muttering, voice low and blending with the sounds of the movie.

“What was that Mulder, what did you say?” He looked at her after she spoke, glancing to her and then back to the television in hopes of not missing any more of the action that Scully had grown bored of.

“I just said that the detective has got it all wrong. The murderer isn’t going after blonde-haired girls because he likes blonde hair. He’s going after them because they remind him of his mother and sisters.” Scully didn’t know what to say to that, so she just let out an amused chuckle and took a swig of her beer, letting Mulder continue. “And damn it, Scully, these cops have no idea what they’re doing. They keep looking over the important details in favour of the unimportant ones, just so it fits their idea of the murderer and his motives.”

His voice was getting higher then, louder too, and Scully couldn’t help but watch him as he moved his hands around in frustration, before collapsing back against the sofa with a pout on his face.

“You know Mulder, not every detective can be as smart as you, not even fictional ones.”

“I know, but the production team of the movie could still do some research to make their plot seem more accurate. Right now, it’s just a load of rubbish.” He let out a sigh as the end credits rolled across the television screen and sucked down the last dregs of beer from his bottle, looking at Scully after. “You want another beer and more pizza?” Scully nodded, letting Mulder take her empty plate and bottle, and then opened her mouth to speak.

“Movies aren’t always supposed to be realistic, Mulder. People watch them and enjoy them because they’re a form of escapism, something to distract our selves from the real world when everything becomes too dark and scary. They’re not meant to be taken literally.” She spoke to him as he stood up and walked to her kitchen, watching as he pulled another two bottles of beer from the fridge and noticed how the corners of his mouth turned down slightly as he picked up a couple of pizza slices and loaded them onto the plates.

“I get that they aren’t meant to be taken literally, Scully, but they could have at least done better.” He huffed as he walked back over to her, handing her the beer and pizza and then sitting back down next to her with his plate on his lap.

“You really wouldn’t like E.T then.”

“Don’t even get me started on E.T, Scully.”

The two drifted back into silence after that comment, munching on pizza quietly as the next movie played on, and the sky outside was already dark when Mulder caught Scully not watching the movie for the umpteenth time, focused instead on something else.

Maybe it was the fact that she had already nearly finished two beers and a whole pizza, but Scully couldn’t focus on anything but Mulder. She felt warm whenever he sent her a soft smile, like her heart was going to burst when he let out a loud laugh, felt safe when the two of them started leaning against each other on the couch, not noticing that there was now no space between them. He caught her staring at him at that moment, watching him with all the concentration in the world as he turned to tell her a piece of information about whatever serial killer the movie was trying to portray. But he closed his mouth when he saw her eyes on him, suddenly feeling like there was no movie, no crappy pizza or beer. Just her blue eyes watching him.

“You know…you really should be watching the movie, Scully. You don’t want to miss the best bits.” His voice was quiet, nearly shaky as he stared right back at her, and he smirked ever so slightly when she realised she had been caught, eyes going wide and mouth hanging open in surprise. But she didn’t falter, didn’t let him get the upper hand as she just let out a charming smile that had his cheeks going red.

“Says the man who just called all the movies we’ve watched tonight ‘rubbish’.” They were so close to each other now, faces inches apart and the sides of their bodies pressed against each other. The movie was forgotten about, and so was their food and drink, especially when Scully spoke next. “Besides, Mulder, I’ve got something much more entertaining right in front of me.”

“Oh yeah? And what is more entertaining than the movie right now?” She didn’t give Mulder an answer straight away like he thought she would. Instead, she opted to wind her arm around his neck and pull him closer gently, fingers carding through his hair softly, ready to stop at any time if he became uncomfortable. But he didn’t, because he was pressing into her more, eyelashes fluttering as he sighed from the feeling of her hand in his hair, and hesitantly, he placed his hand right on her hip, fingers ghosting the material of her sweatshirt.

“You…” Scully kissed him then, gently at first because she knew that he might have pulled away. Yet he was kissing her back, so hotly that it was taking her breath away, skin warming and his tongue running against her lips that she nearly let out a loud sigh, before pressing herself to him in a flurry of tangled limbs and his mouth moving across her jaw and down her neck.

Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe it was the fact that she tasted like beer and greasy cheese pizza, and maybe it was the feeling of sweet relief that he was actually kissing her that Mulder felt like he was floating above it all, on top of the world and never wanting to come down as long as he lived. He fixated on the way her fingers felt against the skin of his arms, how she started to sound out of breath but also so wanting it made him want to cry, how his lips against hers was the most perfect thing he had ever felt.

“You know, when you came over wanting to eat pizza and watch crappy movies, I kinda knew this was going to happen.” Scully’s words came out in a whisper against his lips, and her hot breath fanned out across his skin as she pulled away ever so slightly, letting him run his hands up and down her sides.

“Oh yeah? How?” Mulder was pressing delicate kisses to her cheeks, jaw, neck, any skin he could reach and smiled as he made her blush.

“Well, think about it, Mulder. Alcohol, greasy pizza and late nights tend to lead to a person making some risky decisions.” He chuckled into her neck, fingers gliding over the skin of her stomach and waist after he slipped them underneath her sweatshirt, and she gasped into his hair at the feeling, before swallowing it back down and pressing her lips to the side of his jaw.

“And what do you think, Scully? Is this a good risky decision, or a bad one?” Scully didn’t even need to think about the answer to this question, just looked right at Mulder as he pulled his lips away from her skin, brown eyes melting at the sight of her smiling at him, beaming so lovingly that he wanted to cry.

“This was the best decision I ever could have made.”

Scully and Mulder wrapped themselves in each other, a cocoon of safety, love, warmth and trust surrounding them as they kissed on Scully’s couch, the movie playing on in the background and the pizza and beer going cold, forgotten and untouched for the rest of the night. And when Scully leaned her head against her partner's chest, and he kissed the top of her head and brushed his lips against her hair, she let out a soft sigh, lingering in this moment of peace. Until she remembered the conversation over the phone from the night before.

“Mulder?”

“Hm?”

“What happened with the footprints in Southern California?” Mulder squeezed her shoulder gently as he chuckled at her question.

“They were nothing, just some kids playing a practical joke. Although, a trip to the beach would have been nice.” Scully hummed in agreement, leaning back against Mulder, and before the two of them knew it, they descended back into blissful silence, focused only on each other.

Scully loved normal weekends. She loved the peace of just lazily reading a book in bed, having a long bubble bath and cooking herself a meal with a glass of wine in hand. But she also loved the weekends that crept up on her after a long week of solving cases, the weekends where she was left surprised that even though nothing went to plan, everything seemed to work out well anyway. And this weekend, the Sunday before Halloween seemed to be one of those weekends because even though she didn’t get any reading done, had take out instead of cooking and didn’t even get her laundry folded, Mulder was here, holding her, kissing her, loving her. And that was all she could ever ask for.

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Halloween Memories | Mulder x Scully

Summary: On the night of Halloween, Mulder and Scully can’t help but remember Halloween as children, and during dinner, it leads to tears.

Warning: Mentions of dead children, agnst!

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When Mulder grew up, Halloween was a holiday that passed him by in a whirlwind of cases and long nights in the office, finishing up reports for Skinner and falling asleep on his sofa. To him, it was just another day, there was nothing special about it and he never really thought about it when the shops were suddenly filled with Halloween decorations, children were dressing up as their favourite superhero, the most popular monster and or the newest movie character that had captured the imagination of all the little children.

In truth, Mulder hadn’t cared for Halloween since his sister died, and he didn’t think he ever would again. Until he and Scully got stuck in Los Angeles on Halloween night, the planes back to D.C all cancelled because of a storm approaching.

He was grumpy, tired and sore, with a deep ache in his stomach for food that was fried and covered in salt and oil, and a great longing for another mediocre motel bed to collapse on as the night drew on. So, when Scully suggested grabbing some dinner at the diner around the corner, he didn’t argue, just pocketed his wallet, motel and car keys and pulled on his coat.

Scully, on the other hand, was happy that night, a bright glint in her eye as the two of them walked down the busy streets of the city, a small smile on her face as she looked at the large plastic jack-o-lanterns that hung from the street lights and the tall black witches hat banners that decorated the trees on the sidewalk, intertwined with twinkling little lights that made the street glow as the rest of the city went dark.

She loved Halloween, and always had since she was a child, fondly remembering the nights that she would hold her dads’ hand in one of hers and the other clutching tight a pillowcase filled with candy. Her mother always let her pick her costumes, and always took the family photos at the front door with her large polaroid camera, making Scully and her siblings smile bright and pose. But now, with no kids and less and less family to spend the holidays with, she also found herself forgetting about the spooky day, not realising what day of the month it was until she stepped out into the street with Mulder beside her, case all wrapped up and reports written.

“You know, my favourite holiday of the year was Halloween.” The two of them had been silent until she spoke, and she could see Mulder glancing down at her from the corner of her eye, face puzzled and mouth pulled tight. “It was the one holiday as a kid where we didn’t need to go to church or get together with the extended family or any of my father’s navy friends. It was just us…as a family.”

“And let me guess, little Scully always dressed up as a doctor, with a big white lab coat and a pair of scrubs.” Mulder’s voice was soft, but Scully could hear the hint of tenseness that Mulder was feeling. But she let out a small laugh, bright and airy that made the corners of her partner's mouth move up in the hint of a smile, and suddenly was determined to make Mulder talk about Halloween, to make this night good for the both of them.

“I can’t like to you Mulder, I think I did go as a doctor for most of my years in elementary and middle school, mainly because it was the easiest costume I could think of, and the lab coat kept fitting.” His smile grew larger at that as he held the door to the diner open for Scully, who stepped into the small building as she spoke.

They took their seats in the corner booth, right at the end of the building and away from the counter and the rest of the customers, preferring quiet over loud noises and constant movement after they’ve finished a case, and soon a waitress was over to take their drink requests; a beer for each of them and a glass of water as well for Scully.

“Well, if you dressed up as a doctor half the time, what did sister and brother dress up as?” Mulder took a sip of his beer as soon as it was brought over to him, and Scully ran her finger over the edge of the tall wine glass as she thought back.

“Bill was almost always some type of law enforcement officer, police, army, navy, even went as an FBI agent for one Halloween.” She gulped down some wine as Mulder looked up at her from the menu, eyes shining bright as he opened his mouth to speak.

“Wait…you’re telling me that both you and Bill both dressed up as your future careers for Halloween? That Bill dressed up as a navy man and became a navy man? Damn, Scully, what are the chances of that?” Scully knew he was joking, that there was no seriousness to his quip, and she laughed with him, resting her elbows on the edge of the tabletop.

“You know me, Mulder, I always have my mind made up early.” The two of them shared a smile across from each other, and for a moment, just a moment, Scully wanted to reach over and place her hand over his, to feel the warmth of his skin radiate against hers and to feel the constellation of little scars that littered his hand underneath her fingertips. But tonight, on a night where she could see the pain etched on his face that he failed to hide from her, and caught him in moments when he was remembering Samantha and his holidays with her, Scully knew he would pull away, wouldn’t want to be kissed by the red-headed woman or for her to hold him in her arms and try to dull the pain. So instead, she picked up the menu and glanced over it.

The two FBI agents sat in silence then, fingers clasped around the glasses holding their drinks, and their gaze drifting around the diner and over each other, Scully pushing her hair behind her ears and Mulder unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt to roll the sleeves up his arm. They were silent even after their food came to their table, a large plate with a burger and fries placed in front of Mulder, and a bowl of creamy carbonara pasta in front of Scully, something that she rarely indulged in but always enjoyed when she did. Without a word, Mulder pushed his plate of fries between them, knowing that Scully was going to steal his fries anyway, and she let out a sweet laugh that made his heart swell as she plucked a piece of potato from the plate.

They sat like that, eating and watching, until Mulder couldn’t stop looking at one child in particular and Scully couldn’t help but notice, watching how her lovers face pulled tight with grief and pain that could never be matched. She didn’t know what in particular that had caught his eye, because all she saw was a little girl in a bright blue puffy dress, no more than 7 years old and holding a pink pillowcase in one hand with a woman standing beside her, the two of them waiting for the traffic light to change colour so they could cross. But Mulder kept staring, burger going cold and beer forgotten about as he drew his hand into a fist and his knuckles turned white.

“Mulder, what’s wrong? What is it?” She didn’t want to attract the attention of anyone else in the diner, so she kept her voice soft as she leaned over and rested her hand on his arm, jolting Mulder out of whatever thought he was having, and as soon as she went to take her hand back, give him the space she thought he needed, wanted, he placed his hand over hers and squeezed it, sucking in a deep breath and closing his eyes tight.

“Samantha…she, um, had that same dress for her last Halloween.” He opened his eyes and watched as the little girl on the other side of the window disappeared into the distance, before running his thumb over the top of Scully’s wrist, grounding himself. “A little girl in the neighbourhood wanted to go as a princess for Halloween, but she was scared that the other kids were going to make fun of her. So, Samantha decided that she was going to be a princess with the other girl, and she went out shopping with our mum to go get her dress.”

“Oh, Mulder…” Scully didn’t know what else to say as Mulder looked at her with a sudden rush of tears in his eyes, and she got up from her seat and slid into the booth next to him. He gripped onto her in a fast flurry and limps, pushing his head into her neck and letting the tears fall against her shirt and wrapping his big arms around her small waist, pressing up against her in a way that Scully knew meant safety and warmth and love and grief rolled all into one, like a neat little package that held most of their embraces.

Mulder didn’t want to be crying to Scully, in an old diner where the atmosphere was loud and he didn’t want to be surrounded with tacky little Halloween decorations that reminded him of his sister, but he couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop shaking against the small women, fisting her shirt in his hands as her perfectly manicured fingers swept through his hair and rubbed calming circles against his scalp.

And maybe it was just the fried food and cheap beer and seeing the little girl in the dress that made Mulder feel this way, or maybe it was also the fact that all through the week, Scully and Mulder had been searching for the corpses of dead children, something that neither he nor she wanted to ever do again.

He pulled away slightly, just far enough so that he could see her sad face that made his heart ache, and so she could press a kiss to the top of his forehead, warm and gentle against his skin as he took her hands in his, kissing them as he breathed slowly to calm himself down.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make this night so damn sad.”

“Mulder, you didn’t do anything to the night, nor do you have to apologise.” Scully took his face in her hands and swiped her thumb over his cheek as he let out a sigh of relief. “It’s alright to remember Samantha, it’s okay to feel sad and miss her and think about those memories because sometimes, those memories and emotions are the only things keeping her alive. She wouldn’t want you to forget any of it Mulder, especially those memories that make you happy.” He nodded to her, face still between her hands and gaze even to hers as she leaned in and kissed him slow and softly, not pulling away until he was sighing against her and letting a hand rest on her knee.

He wiped the tears from his cheeks, blew his nose into his napkin; a great big snotty trumpet sound that made Scully crack a smile and Mulder smile back, and pull her in to lean against him soon they were eating next to each other, hands tucked together under the table. And even though they were feeling like there were horrible, horrific days that made them want to destroy everything around them and collapse into a world of grief and sadness that constantly threatened to swallow them up, they both knew that the person sitting right beside them, holding their hand and nudging their shoulders against each other, would always be the person to make those days a little brighter, Halloween a little warmer and memories a little less sad.

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The X-Files Masterlist

Below are my fics for The X-Files! More to be added soon.  Requests are open. Send them in through my ask box or feel free to message me!

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I write for:

Mulder x Scully

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Scully x Reader

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Smut (S)

Death (D)

Fluff (F)

Angst (A)

MULDER X SCULLY

Pizza and Beer (F) Summary: When Mulder arrives at Scully’s apartment with Halloween movies and promise of pizza and beer, neither of them expect to be wrapped up in each other by the end of the night.

Walk in the Forest (F) Summary: Mulder and Scully take a walk in the forest for a case, at night, in October. And Scully’s not scared, she just doesn’t want to walk alone.

Halloween Memories (F), (A) Summary: On the night of Halloween, Mulder and Scully can’t help but remember Halloween as children, and during dinner, it leads to tears.

MULDER X READER

Rain Puddles and Warm Coffee (F) Summary: When Mulder steps into your cafe on a rainy day, you don’t expect him to be as charming as he is, nor do you expect him to ask you on a date.

Late Night Kisses (F) Summary: After only knowing you for a week, it doesn’t take long for Mulder to kiss you. But when he does, it happens in the most unexpected way, and you never thought it would involve him appearing at your doorstep at 1.30 am.

[oceanofthesky]

Hospitals aren’t for fugitives, but she has done this before, made a motel room her operating room, closed a bullet hole and brought him back to life. (Is there anything they haven’t done?)

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Bury me in a pit Of MSR HISTORICAL AU Because it literally is The best thing ever