do you have a compilation of fics with fluffy getting together?
Not technically; but I do have a few links that would fit:
New Year, New Relationship
MSR Kicks Platonic Valentine's to the Curb
Mulder, Scully, and Courthouse Weddings
Unseasoned Agents-- Early Love and Miraculous Do-Overs
Dana Scully Makes the First Move
Cuddling for Warmth
But also--
Collector's Edition: msrafterdark's Fluffy Couple Fics
I spent the last 24 hours throwing together an extensive list of authors and fics that would fit the bill... but my heart kept returning to @msrafterdark's work. It's best to keep things simple, sometimes.
Loose chronological order below~
msrafterdark's
Prompt List #1 - Chapter 9
“Sun feel good?” His voice rumbles into her outdoor-induced pleasure and she smiles without opening her eyes, nodding.
“Mm,” she confirms, “Hopefully it’ll be worth the inevitable skin damage.”
“Oh, the freckles are worth it, believe me,” his voice is SO mellow, gentle and laden with deeper meaning. She feels herself pause. That’s the third soft little compliment he’s given her today. She stares at him for a moment, and she decides she can blame the caffeine for the giddy, restless way he’s making her feel right now.
It’s not the caffeine.
Mulder, Scully, sunshine, pastries, and laughter-- is there a better combination? (Perhaps it's missing one thing....)
24 Days of X-mas Files - Chapter 7 (Ao3) and 24 Days of X-mas Files - Chapter 8 (Ao3)
Is this not their first date? Is it in reality their twenty-sixth? Perhaps they're sixty-seventh? Even the coffeeshop Mulder selected feels familiar and safe. The atmosphere, appropriately decked out for the holidays, is comfortable and trendy, the coffee quite rich and flavorful. She has a feeling she will look back at this memory with a hazy, gold cast over it, like a film filter or a camera lens smeared with a vaseline vignette.
Mulder, Scully, and coffee-- and date plans.
A Playful Ruse
Things had been subtly, almost imperceptibly changing between them in a wonderful way. It terrified him, mostly because he wasn't quite sure what it meant. But he liked it...wanted more of it, and often the happy blush of a case well-closed was just further reason to spend a little extra time in her company.
AU-- Scully rises to Mulder's pretend-dating game.
Not For Anything and Not For Anything (Part 2)
She hasn’t noticed him step into the kitchenette just yet so he indulges himself, taking in the way her shoulders are set back and the way her carriage is as crisp and efficient as it always is. But there’s a sense of warmth there, now… Once again he is struck by how content she looks—she’s still Scully, still serious, still controlled, still self-contained—but he can’t seem to get enough of the warmth that seems to be emanating from her that he noticed ever since he woke up.
Morning after Mulder's and Scully's thoughts.
wanted
She stirs in the crook of his arm, as though even in sleep she’s aware that he’s awake and restless. Clumsily she touches his sternum as if locating him, then loops her arm around his middle, securely attaching herself to him.
“Mm...M’lr,” comes out in a soft, drowsy murmur. Then a happy sigh.
The first time Mulder ever felt loved.
"Could you say that again?"
She is so utterly, unequivocally precious to him, and he can’t stop staring. She lounges here in his bed with his sheets tangled around her waist, looking every bit like she plans to stay the rest of the night, and he prays that she will.
Mulder likes staring at Scully.
the third time
“Mulder, can we make a new rule?” she mumbles sleepily with her eyes closed, and although her tone is relaxed he finds his anxiety rippling just a bit. He doesn’t know how to play this, or where this request could go.
Mulder asks if Scully will stay over.
Prompt List #1 - Chapter 5
Though he constantly aches not being able to cradle her as she sleeps, he seldom challenges her request of no fraternization while on out of town investigations. She more than makes it up to him once they stumble into one of their respective apartments, anyway. He has no cause to complain.
Scully crashes Mulder's room.
Headcanon Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 10
The next night when they part ways for sleep, he makes sure to note that the door is closed. When he comes back however, the gap is there as it was the night before. He gets goosebumps at the possible implications of this—who else could have propped it open but Scully? Was this a signal? Was she telling him it was okay to join her? His heart soars at the thought but again, he doesn’t want to disturb her. He goes to bed.
Mulder notices the dividing door's left open.
Week 1: Sugar
He catches the blissful aroma of home as soon as he walks in her door: sugar and cinnamon and vanilla. He had wondered why she’d be calling him in the middle of a Sunday afternoon with a voice of purpose requesting he drop by. Despite his asking “what for??” twice, she’d simply told him to come over and promptly hung up. She’d sounded business-like—no please-come-over-now-Mulder-I-want-you tone and no distress, leaving him wondering all the way up to unlocking her door and letting himself in.
Mulder drops the "L word."
"Did you just refer to me as your boyfriend?"
She looked so happy, and it made his heart melt. They had a week away at a cabin in Bend, he felt happy and healthy, and Scully was sitting crossed-legged on their bed with a trucker’s breakfast, happily stuffing her face. Her hair was mussed and she had donned the sweatshirt he’d worn while they cuddled up to watch a late showing of “Monsters of Yore” the night before. They’d behaved for all of fifteen minutes before it had been discarded.
Scully drops the "boyfriend" word.
Headcanon Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 20
So now he was standing in front of a vending machine, tucked a few yards away from their motel room, staring at the glass and trying to find a Mars Bar for Scully. She never asked for anything, one thing he could do right was to get her one of her favorite candy bars.
Except there weren’t any Mars Bars. There wasn’t even any chocolate. Just Skittles and Starbursts. And one packet of Rice Crispies.
Somehow he felt like he had failed her.
Scully soothes Mulder's guilt.
Week 4: Candy
She returns from her lunch break with two Rite Aid bags worth of party mix candy, all the good stuff: Reeses, Twix, Snickers...He can't resist pilfering some and manages to wrestle two pieces out of the packaging before she swats him away.
"Don't tell me this is a late addition to my birthday present, Scully," he teases around a half-chewed fun size bar, the caramel already sticking to his teeth, "The birthday smacks were more than enough--not to mention the cake."
"No, it's for the kids in my neighborhood," she explains without a beat, neatly tying the plastic bag in a knot to prevent further thievery, "Most of them live in my building."
Mulder, Scully, and Halloween.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 60
She’s startled, whips around, and the goosebumps that rise on her skin tell her who that deep, droning voice belongs to. He looks so tired; at least two days without a shave and he must have fallen asleep on the plane because one side of his hair is simultaneously flattened and spiked. His tie is crooked, but his eyes and mouth are soft with a welcome. Without a word she springs up and wraps her arms around him, burying her face in his collar.
Scully waits for Mulder's plane.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 15 (Ao3)
Maggie made her way quietly to Dana’s bedroom and peeked past the partially closed doorway, reassured when she recognized the fluffed waves of her daughter’s hair amidst the sheets.
What she hadn’t expected to see was Fox in the bed with her.
Maggie busts the duo.
Prompt List #1 - Chapter 3
He trades between re-reading a sentence of his notes and looking back up at his parter, now girlfriend, always love of his life. She could be anywhere she wanted to be today, and she chose to wake up snuggled against his side and ask him oh so sweetly to make her some toast for breakfast.
Mulder is surprised at the strength of his love.
Little Things - Chapter 1 and Little Things - Chapter 2 (Ao3)
One cool Friday night she had asked him to stay the weekend. Surprised and a little anxious over her request, he had hesitantly agreed. Saturday they had gone out to breakfast, then they had driven to the National Arboretum where they had walked until they were drunk with sun, starved for food, and their feet ached. They drove back to Scully’s place where she had quickly thrown together a casserole. He had assisted with dessert, laughingly giving her two more scoops of Fudge Nutter ice cream than she had requested while she protested and ate it when a smile.
Sunday morning he had made the mistake of telling her he would be glad to help her with housework, and to his chagrin she had taken him up on it, giving him dusting and vacuuming duties as she scrubbed at the oven. When dinnertime rolled around she had wanted to make him dinner, but he insisted on buying them take-out, one because she had done enough work, and two, he wanted to reward her for making the housecleaning venture enjoyable. When she had fallen asleep against him while they watched AMC, he had longed to carry her to bed, but instead settled for gently guiding her to her bedroom.
“This was nice.” She had sleepily murmured as they lay wrapped in her sheets, her breath brushing over his chest as her head rested on his shoulder. He had stroked her back in agreement.
Mulder, Scully, and the little things they do for each other.
Five Sentence Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 3
“Mulder, I’m in a rotten mood today so you’d better be using those lips for better things than making caustic comments.”
Scully's bummy mood.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 6
“I never want to have sex again,” she said pitifully, “I just want to take my ovaries out, set them on the opposite side of the room for a while until they decide to calm down, and then maybe I’ll put them back in.”
Mulder chuckled despite himself.
“Spoken like a true forensic pathologist,” he teased.
“It’s not funny, Mulder. I’m dying.”
Mulder pampers Scully while she battles period cramps.
Headcanon Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 15
“Protest all you like,” he chuckles, “but you do, and I think it’s utterly adorable.”
She squints at him deviously, as if she’s mulling over a cutting retort but he knows she can’t come up with anything when she haughtily takes a sip of her coffee.
Mulder insists Scully snores. Scully doesn't want to believe.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 44
“Mul—what is it?” She suddenly becomes aware of how messy Mulder’s kitchen has become. Medical reference books are piled atop the counter, half-eaten toast (her dinner) rests cold and stiff on a plate beside her, and her laptop is nestled in the one spot not covered in notes and autopsy forms on his kitchen table.
“You’ve been working all evening,” his hand is gentle on her back, “You wanna relax on the couch with me? I can get you something more to eat?”
Scully needs help decompressing during a case.
If your still taking headcanons/Headcanon Fics (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 17
He heard her call his name softly just as he had tossed some frozen turkey apple sausage in the pan. He smiled to himself, glad she was awake relatively early this weekend - maybe after breakfast they could drive for a hike somewhere in the afternoon. They never spent enough time outdoors when they had time off.
Mulder finally feels like a normal dude.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 33
“Read to you? Scully we’re on a stakeout!” he almost chuckled.
“Mm hm. And she’s not going to show, you and I both know that. We’ve got fifteen minutes until we can leave and sleep. I want to hear your voice.”
Scully asks Mulder to read to her.
"I like it when you play with my hair"
He may never move again. At least not while his very tired partner is using him as a full-contact body pillow atop her bed sheets.
Mulder's and Scully's soaking in intimacy.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 74
“You’re such a good man,” she whispers into his thick, silky hair. He needs to hear that more.
She feels the hitch in his breathing against her lower abdomen, and the arms loosely bracketing her hips squeeze her enough to let her know that he’s heard. She sinks lower on the bed and shifts so that she can kiss his face: his roughened cheek, his earlobe, his paper-thin eyelids.
Scully marvels at Mulder's peace.
Mulder likes to call scully "baby", and she loves it
Her feet, lower back, and temples ache as she snaps off the latex gloves and disposes of them in the bin. Long hours are par for the course, but she still wouldn’t mind a few nine-to-fivers once and a while. She can’t wait to get out of her scrubs and back home so she can curl into some threadbare sweats and a blanket.
Mulder promises to make her dinner.
Unnamed
Scully snuffling a bit with a small scowl, murmuring a slurry "time isit?", nestling her face into his chest.
Tender snapshots in the night.
24 Days of X-mas Files - Chapter 3 (Ao3)
He's over at her place [again] tonight, his lanky and irritatingly attractive body sprawled across the entire length of her cream-colored couch while she taps away at her desk. He's done absolutely zero work on his report, save for writing down the current date in the upper right hand corner of his yellow legal pad. Said pad is still sitting untouched on her coffee table as he lays on his back tossing a balled up piece of memo paper to himself like a twelve year old on the pitch. She wonders when he stopped coming over to her apartment in his suit and started wearing jeans and Henleys.
Mulder likes distracting Scully from her reports.
Ficlets (Tumblr Prompt) - Chapter 90
The “m” word, a noun that he promised himself to never experience after enduring his parents’ bitter and angry divorce, is flickering around in his head. He keeps having fleeting thoughts about whether Scully likes white or yellow gold, keeps imagining a diamond on her left ring finger. It terrifies him, the fact that he’s even considering this, but the mere concept of being able to call Scully his wife covers his entire body in goosebumps.
Scully's unexpected stay turns into longer, more permanent plans.
home for thanksgiving
Dana is…Dana’s different now. She seems a little firmer, a little more stoic, and he’s sure from what little she’s told him about her current line of work that it HAS to have an effect on her. The last several years have thrown so much at this family…arguably her most of all.
Charlie observes his sister and her partner.
MSR Ficmas Day 1, Day 2, Day 3, Day 4, Day 5, Day 6, Day 7, Day 8, Day 9, Day 10, Day 11, Day 12, Day 13, Day 14, Day 15, Day 16, Day 17, Day 18, Day 19, Day 20, Day 21, Day 22, Day 23, Day 24, Day 25 (Ao3)
“When you’re my wife you won’t have to drive across town if you wanna snuggle,” he’s teasing her, but there’s also something else there…she feels as if he’s testing waters with her. They haven’t talked about details yet since he gave her her ring, knowing him he’s probably wondering if she’s having second thoughts. Truth be told, the ring hasn’t left her finger since he slipped it on in her childhood bed that breathless Christmas night.
Mulder and Scully's first Christmas together as a couple: baking, a surprise weekend getaway, shopping, and a holiday alongside the Scully family.
MSR Ficmas // Day 30 - Fireworks
As she unwraps and reads each of the sparklers from the pile, Scully realizes he is listing off all the things he loves about her, from something as sweet as how she takes her coffee (two sugars, no cream), to the growling noise she makes in her throat when he takes her from behind. There has to be at least thirty of these wrapped notes, culminating in a blazing glow that lights nearly the entire back yard.
It's the eve of Mulder and Scully's wedding.
AUs
Miracle at Charlotte Douglas International Airport (Ao3) and Christmas Eve Call (Ao3)
Scully allowed her body to settle as she remembered the soft words Mulder had murmured only a few hours before as he had pressed soft kisses to her closed eyelids.
“I wonder why things have been so good for us lately.”
Scully insists a stranded Mulder join her and her family for Christmas.
The Hands Resist Him (Ao3)
She had been wondering how long it would take him to ask, and with that in mind she made the conscious decision not to bring it up, however much she was battling with herself to do so. She wasn’t quite sure if she even wanted him to ask, the concept of it equally tantalizing and terrifying.
Mulder and Scully, undercover.
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