been craving some penitent m&s lately. do you have a list of fics with either m or s apologetic/repentant/remorseful ya know, all the good stuff? one i love is 'careful' by mldrgrl it's so satisfying and scratches that angsty itch
Collector's Edition:
The En Ami of My Enemy Is My Friend
I tried to take this in many different directions; but En Ami recs panned out as the cleanest option. What can I say? They demanded their due.
Loose chronological order below~
Beshter's Seasons: Seventh
Scully had never seen Mulder so angry with her in all of their long partnership together. She had seen him angry enough to kill before, but that anger was never at her, annoyed to the point of shouting, or screaming, or sulking even, yes, but never like this. It was never to the point of the utter silence, the icy thick, frozen wall that sat between them as she perched on the edge of his couch, nor had it ever become the careful avoidance of hazel-green eyes, so pinpoint hard in an expression, dark and unmoving. That he would be angry with her, she had no doubt, but this? Hadn't he understood what she was doing? After all of the times he had run off, half-cocked, on schemes of his own, how could he possibly be this angry with her?
Following Scully and Mulder through S7, this fic tracks what led to En Ami (and what was its fallout.)
@scullywolf's (Ao3) En Ami
Initially, I thought the worst part of this whole thing was seeing the disappointment and anger on Mulder’s face. At first I felt indignant (Who was he to talk, given the number of times he’s run off on his own?), but after the blank disc and the empty office, I started thinking maybe he was right to be disappointed in me.
And then it seemed the worst part was having been so thoroughly played for a fool.
AU-- Mulder, Scully, and CSM's reflections before, during, and after (Mulder's brain disease is mentioned.)
@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack's Milford (Ao3)
“How do you take your coffee?” He is smiling like nothing has happened, like an innocent old man.
She can’t look him in the eye. Her stomach squeezes. She says nothing, but walks to the phone that hangs on the wall beside the refrigerator. Her fingers tremble, but she dials without hesitation.
AU-- En Ami Scully abandons the mission.
@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum's False Front (Ao3)
He suspects the smoking man likes the idea of Mulder, his supposed son, uncovering this. He probably got some sick little thrill imagining Mulder discovering Scully’s tawdry secret online relationship. Look, Mulder, your loyal girl betrayed you. What an extra little zing that must give him. In addition to the heady exhilaration of murdering his son’s adored partner.
Mulder slams his palm down on the steering wheel angrily.
En Ami Scully returns, victorious-- until she realizes the disc is empty.
Donna’s (Gossamer, mulderscreek) Destroying Trust (Gossamer)
He won‘t even look at me, but I can feel his anger wash over me. No, not anger, disappointment. He’s so horribly disappointed in me he can’t even speak it. He won’t even come into the room with me, standing there in the entrance, his hands holding onto the doorframe, holding him away from me.
En Ami's Scully's thoughts when the disc turns up blank.
@brenayla's (Ao3) ālea iacta est
A few weeks later, in a freshly abandoned office building, Scully feels foolish for ever hoping that a cure promised by a devil could be true.
Mulder demands to hear the details of her road trip and stays dangerously silent throughout Scully’s retelling of the 118 year old lady, the dinner, the man on the boat.
When she’s finished, he runs a hand over his face. “Is this payback? Were you trying to get back at me for what I said in Winslow?”
Post-Millennium Mulder and Scully start loosening the rules of their relationship.
DaniPayson's Was it Worth It?
Thirty-two minutes, and we were closer to my apartment now. Soon he would drop me off and drive off angry. How long would this continue? To eat away at him, to eat away at the bond we had formed over the last seven years.
Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder have a necessary conversation.
@mldrgrl's (Ao3) Divide and Conquer
Finally, she fumbles for the door handle and steps out of the car, one foot at a time, knees weak. She doesn’t remember getting from the car into her apartment, only that one moment she was there and the next she was running a bath, sitting in the darkness of her bathroom next to a single flickering candle.
Post-En Ami Mulder drives Scully home.
Shoshana's Pop Psychology
She's exhausted. Whatever sleep she's gotten in the last forty-eight hours could never be enough to compensate for the kind of stress she's been under. I glance over at her and see her eyelids flutter closed.
She can't possibly be alert enough to drive herself home so I double park my car behind hers and say, "Scully... let me have your car keys."
Post-En Ami Mulder won't leave his partner alone.
Trixie's (Whispers Of X) Your Love Like Thunder
This, like so many things between she and Mulder, was a moot point, one she didn't want to argue with him. The longer they drove, the less she thought of C.G.B. Spender and his motives. The longer they drove, the more she thought of the confrontation that was surely to come.
He was so angry.
Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder explore his anger (and she realizes he needs reassurance.)
@heartbash's (Ao3) As Friends
At that, she scoffed. “Yes, I do know exactly how it feels because you’ve done it to me countless times,” she said, pursing her lips and shaking her head in disbelief.
Undeterred by her rebuttal, he said, “This is different.”
“How is this different?!” she exclaimed, indignant.
Suddenly his expression shifts from frustration to something softer. His eyes darted away. That’s when it hits her.
Post-En Ami Scully won't apologize, but comes to understand Mulder's perspective.
Diana Battis's Iconoclasm
I'm a fool, she thought, pinching the bridge of her nose with trembling fingers. I trusted the devil.
Post-En Ami Mulder soothes Scully's guilt.
@greekowl87's (Ao3) Want (Ao3)
“The man who gave the chip that put my cancer in remission! The chip that almost cost me my life at Ruskin Dam,” I countered. “The chip we know nothing about! I am tired, Mulder! I am tired of not knowing and I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow and the day after that.”
I watched his poker face remain emotionless but something flickered in his hazel eyes. Even when he refused to give any clue as to what he was thinking, his eyes were literally a peek into his soul. I just wish I knew what he was feeling. I sighed pointlessly. This was becoming pointless.
Post-En Ami Scully gives Mulder some space.
haphazard method's As We Forgive Those
"No. The machine'll get it." But he looked at them like he was looking through them, like he could see whoever was calling standing just behind them. When the answering machine clicked on and a woman's voice began speaking, he bolted out of his chair.
"Mulder, it's me. I know you're angry at me but you have to let me explain why I went with him. I thought--" Her voice was cut off when he flipped the volume down without picking up the phone.
Post-En Ami Mulder has an unexpected conversation with door-to-door religious women.
Tess's (Ao3) Sounds of Silence
"I'll tell you who I'm not," I begin slowly. "I'm not Diana."
Mulder inhales sharply and stares at me.
Post-En Ami Mulder enforces the silent treatment.
httpspotter's Alien boy
She pulled him closer, caressing his back, hugging him. “Shhh… It’s okay, Mulder, I’m okay. We’re okay.” Scully kissed his shoulder, and then separated a bit, now holding his face in her tiny hands. “I’m sorry.”
“That you acted behind my back?”
“No,” and he smiled, of course she wouldn’t give up of being right. “That you were worried. Next time, I will set up a lie with my mom so you won’t ever know anything.”
Post-En Ami Scully and Mulder discuss their double standards and fears lovingly.
Lovesfox's Rifts
Despite the fact she had spurned his help just seconds ago, she fully expected Mulder to bring her a towel. Or to try and help her onto the couch or into his bathroom.
When no such aid came, she mumbled his name questioningly, tasting blood in the back of her throat. It made her gag.
Post-En Ami Mulder won't talk; and when forced, accidentally injures Scully (unawares) before he takes off.
Elanor G.'s Yo Creo (Gossamer)
"Seems like only yesterday that you were swallowing messianic claims of miracle cures," says Mulder. "But today, you lump it all together with witch doctors and snake charmers and New Age healers with crystals."
Where did that come from? "That's not fair, Mulder." She speaks to the window. Mulder gives her another dark look before returning his concentration to the wet pavement.
Post-En Ami Mulder and Scully finally apologize after a harrowing case.
@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys's
87 Shades of Black (1/3, 2/3, 3/3)
I can't understand why she's still acting as if at any moment I'll leave her to fend for herself, and the child that's growing inside her.
And then it hits me.
She doesn't know that *I* know about the baby. And she thinks that because of what Diana said, that I won't want it. That I won't want her, and that I'll hate her for it.
AU-- En Ami plays out very differently: Mulder is offered one chance to get his partner back. One chance at a new life (in more ways than one.)
spookycc's High Praise
"Mulder, can you hear me?" Scully needed to make contact, to let him know she was there with him. She needed to see the light in his eyes. To know that he was still here with her, as well.
Post-En Ami CSM uses Gibson to trap Mulder and Scully.
Andrea's (xphilefic) Once Bitten
"Hi, Mulder, it's me." I smiled at the familiar greeting. "I can't make it this afternoon. Something's come up; a family emergency. I'll call you when I can."
Was this some kind of sick joke? I replayed the message; it was definitely Scully. The message was not exactly the same as the one she had left a few short months ago, but hearing those words... 'family emergency', almost took my knees out.
Post-En Ami Mulder mistakes Scully's family emergency.
@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's Those Who Wait (Ao3)
The only reason she hadn't started crying last night was because Frohike, Langly, and Byers were there. Though, by the looks of contrite pity on their faces, she might as well have been. Mulder had callously told her that the Gunmen would give her a ride home and she should take the night to put her head on straight.
Mulder and Scully face struggles and successes together through the years-- one of which includes his withdrawal post-En Ami.
ML/ML_is_me/ml_griffonnage's (Ao3, site) Though you do anything, he thinks no ill (Gossamer)
He nods to the floor, raking his hands through his hair, back and forth. "I'm sorry, Scully," he mumbles. "I was selfish, letting this happen. And I guess I thought at first that it would pass..."
He hears the squeak and sigh of the leather as Scully rises and approaches him. She kneels in front of him, and places her cool hands on his head, kissing him. "I'm so sorry," she says tears thickening her voice again. "I really wanted this for you. I really hoped..."
"I know you did," he says, looking up at her so she can see the tears swimming in his own eyes.
AU-- En Ami Mulder understands Scully wanted to cure him.
@amplifyme/wonderland/Lydia Bower's Quonochontaug (Ao3)
“Mulder… Mulder what are you doing?”
“End of the road, Scully. Just tying up loose ends.”
She dipped her head and accepted the inevitable. She’d been afraid from the onset that his fragile peace wouldn’t last. Had felt the unsettled aura that’d enveloped him the last few months, the indigo shimmer of his dissatisfaction.
She knew it was in small part her unfortunate adventure with CGB Spender; the full details of which she’d chosen not to disclose to him. But Mulder had discerned her flimsy ploy and instead of pressing her, meted out punishment by withholding his affections.
Post-En Ami Mulder sorts through the past in Quonochontaug.
prufrockslove’s (Gossamer, Colonization HQ) Alienated
All the ova – Mulder had been very specific about that. Not just many, but all; there was no way she could get pregnant the old-fashioned way, and the IVF had failed almost a year ago. Had Cancerman done something to her? The ultrasound indicated she was about four months pregnant, but the baby could be developing more rapidly than normal if it wasn't fully human.
AU-- Post-Requiem Mulder is returned, with extraordinary abilities, while Scully quietly balances her pregnancy secret and what the future of their partnership looks like.
nevdull's Timber (1/3), Timber (2/3), and Timber (3/3)
He ducked down a bit to meet her face-to-face. "We're not sure of anything, Scully. The Gunmen, Skinner, they might be okay."
"I know." Mulder knew too -- he knew that she was lying and it wasn't for the first time lately, but this was hardly the moment to press that particular case. Instead, he turned the television volume back on.
AU-- Colonization is looming; the answer to prevent is-- so Mulder, Scully, Krycek, Marita, and the Consortium believe-- was on the disc CSM destroyed.
CONCLUSION
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Mulder and Scully are in a lot of danger when they go undercover inside a cult, but that doesn't mean there's not time for some heavy romance behind closed doors. Or time for some paranormal weirdness. There is so much in this long story bringing dramatic tension that it's hard to stop reading.
Title: Hallowed
Author: OnlyTheInevitable (@gaycrouton)
Summary: In order to get a dangerous, misogynistic cult shut down, Mulder and Scully have to go undercover as a married couple to destroy it from the inside. When they get a little too involved, how will they manage to come out alive?
Length: 70,853 words
Classification: casefile, horror, UST, RST, MSR
Rating: Explicit
Spoilers: None listed (but it's set in season 7)
Favorite line: They weren't able to wear any perfume or cologne here, and she couldn't help but let her face fall back against his chest and inhale his scent, so familiar she felt like she was cuddling with a comfort blanket. Her comfort person.
Read the story!
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“Skinner’s a tough man to shake up,” Mulder remarked as he followed Scully into her motel room, kicking off his shoes and throwing his coat on a nearby chair to make himself at home. “This case is hitting him pretty hard.”
They’d been called late last night to report to North Carolina as soon as possible. One early morning flight and a long car ride later, and they were in Winston-Salem. Most of the day had to be spent navigating the fine line between trying to comfort Skinner and admitting they were dealing with something unexplainable, the former being made useless by the latter.
Mulder had gone off to investigate with Skinner while she was left at the county morgue conducting the autopsy. It’d been a long process trying to find any evidence to report back with, and that, combined with all the traveling they’d had to do, had made her body sore and achy. Mulder must’ve noticed her discomfort because as soon as she’d kicked off her heels, he’d pulled a chair in front of the bed and motioned for her to hop onto the mattress.
Ever since they’d made love for the first time after he’d gotten back from England, it was like the floodgates had opened and seven years of sexual tension had washed over them. She’d always thought post-coital bliss was a temporary high one had after coming down from the peak of passion, but Mulder was proving to her that post-coital bliss was a way of life and that sometimes an afterglow would never dim.
He had been nervous about what would happen after finally being together so intimately, fearing that she may regret it and the walls he’d been slowly breaking down since he kissed her during the New Year’s Eve ball drop would be erected again higher than ever, but that fear was assuaged every time he remembered her sweet kiss on the lips and the simple reassurance of a smile. There’s no going back now.
She grinned at his enthusiasm and hopped up on the edge of the bed, wordlessly putting her feet in his lap as she unbuttoned her jacket. It was hard keeping their hands to themselves in the field. For years people had been speculating they were sleeping together and they’d continued their lives unbothered, but now that they were, every touch and open expression of intimacy felt like a target on their backs. Mulder had noticed that was one of the primary things that made her nervous about this new step they’d taken, so he had been on his best behavior when they were in front of other people.
Now that they were alone, she could see the fire dancing in his eyes.
He started rubbing the soles of her feet with extreme care, watching her face to gauge how she felt. She smiled at him in reassurance and had to make an effort to keep her eyes from fluttering shut and moaning from just how good it truly felt. “How did it go with Skinner today?” she asked, her voice coming out low and smooth.
“We went to the Morley headquarters,” he replied, rubbing his palm against the heel of her foot. “They seemed more concerned about covering their own asses than trying to figure out what happened to the man who’d been working there for years. Dr. Voss even said he’d been friends with Scobie for fourteen years but didn’t even seem broken up that he was silenced,” Mulder explained, judgement heavy in his tone.
“Did you ask them about your bug theory?” she asked, setting her jacket to the side of her on the bed, leaving her in her purple tank top and black skirt - a sight she saw Mulder immediately enjoying as his eyes roamed her bare skin.
“I showed them the bug, and that’s how I learned it was a tobacco beetle. But they didn’t seem fazed by the fact it was found in Scobie’s home,” he responded, his ministrations on her feet sliding slightly higher onto her leg - a gentle seduction. “But I don’t want to talk about the case right now,” he murmured, his hand starting to slip under the hem of her skirt.
Before she had a chance to respond, he’d leaned forward and closed the gap, lifting her slightly so she was further on the bed and he could nestle himself on top of her. “Mulder,” she laughed, bending her legs a bit so her skirt inched higher and he could press himself closer. He silenced her with a kiss on the mouth, deepening it almost instantly so his tongue could glide against her own.
Collector's Edition: Mulder and the
Green-Eyed Monster
Surprise-- a Part II to @cecilysass's fic list (here!)
Loose chronological order below~
@scapegrace74-blog's (Ao3) None at this time
This date was a fly in his ointment. If she had room to carry around a potential romantic relationship in her bucket, then there was less room for the X-Files and their mysteries in there than he’d thought.
The Jersey Devil Mulder is surprised that Scully wants to date.
@baronessblixen/Baroness_Blixen's
Coffee Confessions
“Scully, why is that guy calling you Dana?” Mulder asks, his eyes still on the grinning barista, whose eyes follow Scully’s every move.
“It’s my name, Mulder.” One eyebrow rises as she takes a sip from her overpriced coffee.
Post-Fire Mulder and Scully discuss names.
Mirror World
Detective Tony Black is tall, blonde and grinning with teeth so white Mulder thinks he is going blind. It’s hate at first sight.
AU-- Syzygy, but with a twist.
Likes and Dislikes
“How would you know if you like him, Mulder? You barely spoke to him. He can’t read minds.” Mulder shrugs, mirroring her stance and crossing his arms in front of his chest.
“Just a feeling.”
“Just a feeling,” she repeats silently, even though she knows he can hear her in the quiet hospital room.
Mulder may be injured, but he's still territorial.
Getting It Right and New Possibilities
“I’ll be there soon,” Sawyer now says, glancing at his watch. “I’m getting my girlfriend her favorite coffee. Remind her that we have a date tonight.” Mulder plays with the button on his coat, trying not to think too much about what he’s just heard. Girlfriend. He didn’t think they were there yet. Hasn’t it just been two dates? Scully wouldn’t lie to him about that. He can recall the moment she told him in great detail, right up to him choking, and her hand on his back. Two dates. Meaning that tonight is their third. The third date.
Mulder is jealous over Scully's new date.
Feelings You Can't Hide
“Are you gonna keep wearing that thing?” He doesn’t mean for it to come out as harsh as it does. Scully musters him, obviously trying to understand what’s wrong with him.
“No, of course not,” she says. “It’s just warm and it’s cool in here.”
“You can have my coat,” he says, taking it off.
“Mulder, you’re gonna be cold.” Except he feels warm. Hot, even. Boiling almost.
Bad Blood Mulder is in denial.
Blizzard of Emotions
Scully, however, reveled in the conversation. Dr. Benjamin Cartwright was a delight. They talked as if they’d known each other for five years and not five minutes. She asked him if he needed to make any calls home, let his wife know that he was detained. The second Benjamin said that he wasn’t married and that no one was waiting for him, Mulder had cleared his throat.
Post-FTF Mulder and Scully are trapped in a freezer.
Sometimes You Lose, And Sometimes You Win
“How about we catch something to eat?”
“As long as it’s not fish,” Scully says and the two of them laugh, Mulder watching on, wondering what he missed.
“Just an inside joke between Dana and me,” Patrick says, squeezing Mulder’s shoulder as if they were friends and not strangers who met a couple of hours ago. Mulder tries to catch Scully’s eyes but she’s avoiding him.
Mulder's afraid he missed his chance.
On Thin Ice
It’s getting worse. The instructor – his name is Steve – puts his hands on Scully’s waist. She giggles again, a sound Mulder wants for himself; he doesn’t want to share, especially not with Steve. His fingers dig into the hand rail, his eyes never leaving the scene. Steve is behind Scully, his front pressed to her back. He’s holding her, touching her, and moving them forwards. He’s smiling, positively grinning, as he leads them. So is she. He must be saying things to her, if the puffs of air are any indication. They’re moving towards Mulder and he considers just pushing Steve away and taking Scully away from him. They skate past him, but not before Scully throws him a happy grin.
Mulder is definitely going to hurt someone and soon.
Post-Millennium Mulder fumes about Skinner's FBI-mandated ice-skating lesson.
The Definition of Something
Mulder keeps pacing Scully’s bedroom and stuffs his hands into his pockets. His fingers come into contact with a crumbled-up piece of paper and he takes it out. She clearly didn’t look through them before she washed these pants. The ink is blurry, but Mulder can still read the words: ‘Had a great time, Dana. Let’s do this more often!’
S7 Scully hands Mulder a pair of pants that aren't his.
Just a Shopping Trip
“You look beautiful, Miss,” he fawns with a big fat smile on his pimply face. He’s bagging their small items, but staring at Scully as if she were a unicorn. Mulder can’t really blame him, as annoyed as he is. Scully, albeit nine months pregnant, is glowing. There’s no other word to describe her. She’s spectacular. Pregnancy suits her and she knows it. And to his greatest horror, she’s enjoying this exchange.
“Could you please hurry up?” Mulder asks through clenched teeth.
AU-- S8 Mulder and Scully and a friendly checkout clerk.
A House Is Not A Home (And A Dinner Is Not A Date)
“He’s sweet.”
“Sweet.”
“Are you parroting everything I say now? Yes, he’s sweet. It’s just dinner, Mulder. He’s sorry my house burned down.”
“Um, no, Scully. It’s not just dinner. That guy was hitting on you.”
“I could be his mother, Mulder. He wasn’t hitting on me.” But he sees doubt creep into her expression. “Was he?” Mulder nods at her.
Revival Mulder is right-- Scully was being hit on.
@lotsoforangesoutside/lots_of_oranges_outside's
Silence (Ao3)
Newbie probably rolls up his socks and folds his underwear. What’s his name again? Jax? Jordan? Jedediah? Mulder vaguely recalls that the rookie has some pretentious name. Where did the name Jedediah come from?
Scully can’t be interested in men like that, Mulder denies the possibility.
S1 Mulder is jealous.
Detoured: Chinga (Ao3)
“And I did visit the harbor with Captain Bonsaint, where we sampled some local delicacies. He ordered this—”
Mulder interrupts, “what’s on the itinerary for today, Dana?”
His use of her first name startles her a little, and she looks at his eyes, trying to read him, trying to see if she’s reading him wrong.
AU-- Chinga Mulder flies up to Maine.
Detoured: Bad Blood (Ao3)
Mulder opens his mouth, slowly. He needs to convince her that they don’t have any business here before the cowboy out there smarts up and makes his move.
AU-- Bad Blood Mulder tries to ditch the case after Sheriff Hartwell arrives.
While he was tidying up the neglected office, several more bouquets were sent down. Some were delivered by admirers, some from the accountants he knew Scully liked, but all of them were lavish and inviting. Mulder wasn't quite sure where they should go, so he decided to scatter them around the room so that she was reminded of her welcome no matter where she looked. As he moved the various vases and bouquets around, he couldn't help but nosily glance at who each arrangement came from.
Pre-Firewalker Mulder offers Scully a platonic date to counter a real offer (and flowers.)
IStanYouStan5676's The Men In Her Life
“Hi Queequeg, I missed you.” She said in a baby voice.
The dog yaped as if carrying on the conversation. Mulder walked past the little reunion and went straight for the bathroom.
AU-- Post-Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose Mulder is shocked (and a bit jealous) over Scully's treatment of Queequeg.
@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable's Partners, Friends, Lovers - A Collection of Tumblr Prompts - Chapter 34
"To be so jealous you lash out? Seems a little rash," she mused.
Images of the men who gave Scully a lingering glance during their last case flashed through his mind, followed by the charming young doctor that made her laugh, and the officers who tried harder to make her laugh than solve the case – a Viewmaster of all the men that made his jaw clench as they tested his patience over the course of this case. "I dunno," he mumbled, not offering an explanation.
Mulder isn't enthused with another pathology doctor.
Nascent's Theory and Practice
Then there was the matter of Ben Hsu. He hadn't missed the man's affectionate greeting, nor had he missed the subtle glances at Scully's fingers or the way the man leaned toward her, engaged in prolonged eye contact when she spoke. _So what?_ he thought. _This isn't the first time someone's flirted with her._
Post-Demons Mulder and Scully are slowly pulled apart on a case, unable to fully be honest with each other before disaster strikes.
The man’s hair is very shiny and his teeth are very straight. Mulder bets he’s the kind of guy who puts his seat back the second the flight attendant sits down for takeoff. In any event, he sounds like Foghorn Leghorn, which Mulder assumes is performative. Do people from Virginia even have southern accents? Not in his experience, though Alexandria’s not exactly deep in the state.
Post-FTF Mulder, while irritated, has to admire the competition's guts.
Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 49 (Ao3)
You’d drink, too , he’d said, maybe out loud, and it took him a moment to register the warm hand that clapped his back, the presence next to his barstool.
“I know, buddy,” Frohike said, eyebrows like caterpillars crawling across his brow, his hand squeezing Mulder’s shoulder.
AU-- TLG pick up an intoxicated Mulder after Scully goes on a date.
@cosmicmulder/mechup's the green-eyed monster
It’s not her he’s upset with. She’s her own person and is entitled to like whomever she wants, in no way obligated to return the feelings he has for her. His dismay is at himself, not only for falling so completely and hopelessly in love but also for thinking, for hoping that she might feel the same way. Of course she wouldn’t. Why would she, when he’s Spooky Mulder who’s obsessed with aliens and conspiracies and is the cause of every bad thing that’s happened to her in the last six years?
Post-Triangle Mulder hears a few agents gossiping about Scully and Skinner's elevator incident.
@h0ldthiscat/h0ldthiscat's
fic prompt: mulder plays a halloween prank on scully
Mulder is struck with sudden urge to recapture their original incarnations, their first selves, those careless fools who didn't know each other but were more sure of themselves than anything else. Now, he thinks, he’s a stranger but he would know Scully in the dark.
With a childlike grin, he gets down on his hands and knees and hides under his desk. It's not comfortable; his long limbs will cramp if she's not back from the vending machine in the next thirty seconds, but the effortless laugh he knows she's going to emit will make it all worth it.
Post-Triangle Mulder feels things changing.
Unnamed
“What were you going to ask me?” she asked, dribbling as she walked back towards him, only slightly out of breath.
“What?”
“In the kitchen. You were going to ask me something and then you stopped yourself.”
Mulder shrugged. “I don’t know, it just seemed like you thought I was jealous of Mike.”
“Were you?”
“Did you think I was?” He squinted in the dim light of the garage.
Arcadia Scully and Mulder fumble over her supposition of his jealousy (and his perhaps-realization that he might have been.)
Lovesfox's Erroneous Equation
"I heard them making lunch plans for that trendy new eatery a few blocks away." Another pause, clearly for dramatic effect, and then Colton added, "I take it you didn't meet them there?"
Even knowing he should answer lightly and not give Colton the satisfaction, Mulder was unable to prevent his short and abrupt reply. "No."
Post-One Son Colton riles Mulder's jealous streak.
yukla's like a lonely house
“So…” Mulder drums his fingers on the steering wheel, stopping only when she turns to look at her. He almost seems nervous. “Are you one of those people, Scully?”
“What?”
“You…appreciate Lieutenant Harding being obvious?”
Post-One Son Scully begins to believe Mulder sees them only as partners after he runs out on their restaurant date; and Mulder begins to believe Scully only wants friendship when she doesn't discourage other advances on their next case.
@sisterspooky1013/SisterSpooky1013/Sister Spooky's
And You Are Mine (Ao3)
The lab tech who had replaced Pendrell didn’t initially strike him any kind of way. Towheaded and statuesque, he had a pithy, comedic way about him that was concurrently likable and irritating. Mulder might have noted that the man was a blonde, blue-eyed version of himself had he any reason to consider him at all. He didn’t make a habit of sizing up other men, finding it a waste of time and energy, but when Pendrell 2.0 made a joke about Luminol and Scully tittered like a school girl, he suddenly felt the need to assess the threat that had presented itself.
Mulder is jealous of Smith Ryan.
@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum's
The Kaleidoscope (2/4) (Ao3) and The Kaleidoscope (4/4) (Ao3)
“I have plans,” she explains.
“Oh yeah?” He removes the kaleidoscope from his eye to look at her. “Friday night date?”
She doesn’t say anything right away and seems to consider her next words. “Actually… yes.”
“Really?” He casually rolls his seat a little to try to see her more full on. “I didn’t know you were seeing anyone.”
“It’s very new. Only been a few weeks,” she says, beginning to put away items on her desk.
“A few… weeks?” He becomes aware he’s rattling the kaleidoscope a little in his hand.
S6 Mulder faces four different endings to a (purposed) misunderstanding between Diana and Scully (and Scully's new date.)
apckrfan (FFN) Mutant Deer
As Scully was conducting her external examination of the deer, Mulder observed Donald walking toward them accompanied by two other men.
"Scully, you'd better finish up real quick. Take any specimens you need quickly. I'll be right back. Put your tape recorder away as soon as you're done." He saw the questioning look in her eyes and said shortly.
Mulder gets jealous on a case.
Anne Haynes's (site)
12 Tales - Rules
"I'm saying that whatever it was that killed those people, it was not human," I repeat. "I don't know if it was actually a thought form, as Agent Mulder believes, since we weren't able to examine it more closely."
Kresge stares at me for a moment. Then he smiles. "You're just full of surprises, Scully FBI."
Mulder's expression is frozen in place at Kresge's words.
Post-Arcadia Mulder leaves it up to Scully to choose him (and their new relationship) or Detective Kresge.
Across the Rubicon (site)
"You were right. About how I'd been running from things. I had a talk with Maggie. A good talk. She helped me see how wrong I was, how selfish. She's a good girl--better than I deserve." Daniel pushed to his feet and stood, taking a step toward her. "She gave us her blessing."
Behind her, Scully heard Mulder's footsteps falter to a stop. He was close enough to hear Daniel, she guessed.
Post-All Things Scully runs into Daniel Waterston again.
@aloysiavirgata/Aloysia_Virgata's
Prompt: Jealous Mulder and Scully reassuring him, UST
“Hitting on my wife in front of me is a bold move,” he observes, even though it’s the point of this little game they’re playing out.
Scully waggles her fingers so that the ring catches the light. “Maybe you should be a touch more possessive,” she suggests, her voice just past throaty.
He looks at her, then past her out the window. “That you talking or Mrs. Daphne Tillyard?”
“What do you want?” There’s so much in the question.
Post-Field Trip ruminates on Fellig, immortality, jealousy, and his own inaction.
Daniel Waterson and his baggage come back into her now-married life
“You were there,” Mulder says, his buckskin hands woven and laced. “What did you see?”
Daniel looks at Dana, Daniel is here for Dana, because he believes she is cold and lonely and alone in the way of the outer planets. He still thinks only he can warm her.
(He doesn’t know, Daniel, not really, that there is a solid core beneath the icy mist.)
AU-- Mulder observes the man who still loves his wife.
@purrykat/mylifeinshadow's #8 and #25
You recognize him the moment you open the door. Craig, from forensic accounting. The world’s most boring person with the world’s most boring job. Any other day, you might have shrugged it off. You’d inject yourself into the conversation, make him feel awkward and out of place, until it was just business as usual. Scully would scoff, roll her eyes, but that pleased little grin would remain.
Post-All Things Mulder realizes he's not the only possessive partner in their relationship.
Jenna Tooms/misslucyjane's (mulderscreek) Reunion
"Who was with you when you gave birth?" He is trying not to feel jealous. Honest.
"My mother."
He can live with that. If it were Skinner or the faceless partner . . . Still . . . "It should have been me."
AU-- Requiem Mulder is returned three months after the birth of his daughter.
@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack Paresthesia
“Scully,” he says again.
When she’s run out of small tasks, she turns around to face him and crosses her arms over her chest. He stands awkwardly at her kitchen table, hands resting on the back of a chair. Waiting.
“Mulder, where do you think this baby came from?”
Another jab—she goes right for the heart. “I—“ he begins, then shakes his head. “I don’t know, Scully. I thought maybe you…”
Three Words Mulder struggles with his return (and the belief that the baby isn't his.)
@audriesfic/audries (WBM) sonnet 27 (Ao3)
“Why not?” He looked uncertain now, in a grey sweater and the green of the booth, frowning in a pained kind of way. “I thought you liked him.”
“I do like him. I trust him. I think he’s an excellent agent.”
Mulder nodded, that snide purse to his lips again. He nodded like, aha! Like this is what he’d suspected all along, like he’d won.
“But he didn’t know you,” said Scully.
Post-Deadalive Scully tries to wait patiently for Mulder.
@alienbaby-babymama/ABBM515's 12 Days of Ficmas (Ao3)
Mulders eyes brighten even further and makes his way down to her recovery room.
Thing 1 and Thing 2, move aside to let him through the doorway. He stops abruptly, not even a pace inside her room.
It looks like a florist came while he was gone. All different shapes and sizes of bouquets surrounded her hospital bed. His spirit deflated, he walks closer to her bed, he notices the card on one of the arrangements. “Congratulations. Love, John.”
Existence Mulder realizes he's a dad now.
MaybeAmanda/maybe_amanda's (LJ, xffics)
Under Construction (site)
The fabled Mark, as it turned out, was taller than me, younger, blonder, arguably better looking. His easy smile revealed more teeth than any one human being not named *Osmond* could possibly have use for. I could tell just by looking at him that he'd never given any thought to losing his hair or his flat stomach or his sanity. He stood in the driveway, holding my delighted son a little too comfortably in one arm and a really expensive Tonka truck in the other, looking at me like I was something that had been scraped off the bottom of his left shoe.
Naturally, I hated him on sight.
AU-- Post S9 Mulder returns to a too-perfect happy ending (his partner and son, a chipper suburban residence, and the Gunmen alive), which is further marred by medicated PTSD, a bitter mother-in-law, and a man waiting in the wings for Scully.
thextruth's Our Next Path - Chapter 4
The man notices the expression that Mulder gives him and looks at Scully again.
AU-- Mulder and Scully and the joys of family and paltry jealousies.
BONUS
@virtie333/Virtie333's Flight 814
With a roiling stomach, she began to eat, trying not to recall how she had awakened from a slight doze to find her partner breathing heavily and in an obvious state of arousal next to her. She had felt amusement upon first discovering his predicament. But that amusement had quickly changed to anger. Anger fueled by jealousy. Who had he been dreaming about? She hated the fact that she wanted to know. She hated that she wished he would turn to her and tell her he had been thinking about her.
A Scully jealousy fic I missed previously: Scully withdraws from Mulder right before their plane takes a nosedive.
Collector's Edition: Happy Birthday,
Dana Katherine Scully
A belated fic list in honor of Scully's birthday.
Loose chronological order below~
@foxmulders/@audriesfic/inkspl0tchess's (Ao3) under neptune
It’s not her birthday.
“But they don’t know that, Scully,” Mulder assures her as he tugs her into the ice cream parlor. It is uncannily warm and smells like sugar and whipped cream.
“I’m not in the habit of lying for no reason, Mulder.”
“You once lied to a courtroom full of people. You lied under oath at a congressional hearing,” he counters.
Eight Scully birthdays.
@syntax6's (Gossamer, FFN, omniscribe)
The Birthday Stories (Scully 1994, Scully 1995, Scully 1997, Scully 1998, and Scully 2000)
He broke off and coughed heavily, and she could see he had pilfered a latex glove from the nearby table.
"Mulder, you shouldn't be--" She broke off as he wheezed into the glove again, blowing it up like a balloon.
He held his hand out for the rubber band. "Give me one," he said, his voice almost gone. When she didn't immediately respond, he made an impatient grabbing motion.
She set a red one in his palm and he twisted it around the base of the glove. Pleased with his efforts, he smiled at it and flicked it back and forth with his fingers. "Ta da!" he said in just the barest whisper. He handed the glove balloon to her. "Happy birthday, Scully."
A collection of Scully’s birthdays post-Young at Heart, post-End Game, pre-Tempus Fugit, post-Kill Switch, and post-Sein und Zeit.
@h0ldthiscat ‘s (Ao3) Unnamed
She’d turned thirty-one last week. Her mother had taken her out to a nice dinner, she’d received cards from the few med school friends she still kept in touch with, and after two glasses of wine she’d fallen asleep on her couch, only to be woken by Mulder calling past two AM. If it weren’t for the birthday cards it could have been any day.
Post-Humbug Scully remembers a lonely birthday.
Ten’s (xffics) Candles of Ice
Scully had forgotten her own birthday before, when doing her killer medical exams. This was different. She was away from home and she didn't even have Mulder. She was stunned and upset and wanted to cry tears of frustration and fear. How could she celebrate?
"I sent some presents up for you in a big box," Maggie continued. "Some from me and some from the rest of the family. Ben made a drawing for Fox to look at as he gets better. Lots of bright colours."
Post-End Game Scully spends her birthday in vigil for Mulder to wake (and calling her mother.)
@lotsoforangesoutside/lots_of_oranges_outside’s
Wednesday 100s (Ao3)
He wanted to make a big deal out of it, so he made sure he didn’t.
Hence, the Hershey’s Bar.
Scully’s 30th birthday.
Friday
"You plan to go to the bank today, Mulder?"
"Nah, I got you. Here," he opened his wallet and handed her two twenties. "I probably don't need to make a trip to the bank until next week. You wanna, um, have your birthday dinner sometime this weekend?"
"I thought we did that already, in Florida?"
"Nope."
Post-Monday Mulder covers Scully’s bank card (and takes her out
to dinner.)
@neednottoneed/neednot’s An Act of Fearful Symmetry
They started towards the truck.
“Oh Mulder, you’re kidding,” she said. “Where’d you even get this?”
“Borrowed it from a family friend down in North Carolina,” he said, adopting an awful Southern accent.
“I didn’t know you knew how to drive stick,” she said as she climbed in, knowing he was laughing at her on the other side as she practically jumped into the seat.
AU-- Post-The List Mulder and Scully eat a picnic, take a tumble, and give in to their feelings.
Whumpay Day 15: self-hatred (Ao3)
Scully is alone in the office in late February, 1996, when there's a hesitant knock at the door. It's Saturday, she's already got plans for the weekend — she's meeting up with Mulder tonight to catch him up on the case she's been studying while he was out complainingly recovering from a sprained ankle, then dinner with her mother tomorrow, because it's her birthday and Maggie wanted to do something.
Post-Pusher Holly wishes Scully a happy birthday.
how to live, not how to cry (Ao3)
When Scully walks into the office on the morning of February 23rd, 1997, she is shoving a reddened tissue into her pocket to throw away when Mulder isn't looking. There is a rhythm to how they go about office days, now, a different one than before her illness. She would have forgotten her own birthday if first Charlie — at far too early, forgetting the time difference between them — and then her mother hadn't called to wish her a happy one. She wishes it could be happier, without the shadow of her impending death hanging over her and reminding her that likelier than not, this will be her last birthday.
AU-- Tempus Fugit Scully tears up over her gift.
@gaycrouton/OnlyTheInevitable’s
Breathe, Pendrell
When he first saw just exactly who Agent Mulder was, he knew he didn't stand a chance. It only got worse when he found out they were married from the office grapevine. "Mr. and Mrs. Spooky are coming for the results on that monster goo." He presumed Spooky was just a nickname because they work on the cool, weird cases, but the Mr. and Mrs. never failed to stab at his heart. Not that he needed that as confirmation really. Anyone who looked at them could tell how close they were, it was how they were when they were together.
Pendrell takes Scully out for her birthday.
34 (Ao3)
"After last year, I figure you deserve to enjoy a birthday sans-governmental conspiracy," Mulder teased. Then, sombering in a way she wasn't used to, he said, "Besides, I'm… I'm really glad you made it to see 34, Scully."
Seeing as 33 was plagued with cancer scares, she knew exactly what he meant. "Me too."
It wasn't until later that night that she realized Melissa was still 33.
Scully outlives her sister.
Quirky
Scully awoke to the sun beaming down at her through the curtains. Looking at her alarm clock she sighed in contentment when she saw 10:10 glaring back at her in red neon. However, her tranquility was extremely short lived. As soon as her head was back on the pillow, she heard a loud crash in the kitchen, followed by a voice grumbling something unintelligible.
Scully’s burglar makes her a Valentine’s Day-birthday breakfast.
sarah_segretti/Sarah Segretti’s Just Send the Card
What if she took that the wrong way? What if she was the sort to see sexual harassment wherever she looked? Heaven knew there were enough women in the Bureau who would. Then again, that partner of hers would have been out on the street by now, from what he'd heard, if she was the sort to mind --
Oh, no. Her partner.
Pre-Tempus Fugit Pendrell drafts a birthday card.
@vgcam/veredgf’s The Gift (Ao3)
Behind him he could hear as Agent Scully was thanking her colleagues for the presents she was receiving. He turned around only to realize he was next in line. He quickly hid the tiny box behind his back. Maybe he could still somehow run out of the lounge and save his face. He looked behind him only to find a rather large gathering, all eagerly waiting to reach the birthday girl. There was no escape route whatsoever.
Pendrell’s bad day goes from bad to worse (and then better.)
joanswritings’s Mulder, the Party Planner
“I haven’t skated in such a long time, want to?” Scully asks.
“I don’t think we have time.”
“Time? We have all night.” Scully says.
“Actually, I have tickets for us for 9:30.”
“For what?” Scully asks.
“It’s a surprise.”
AU-- Scully’s Tempus Fugit birthday isn't interrupted.
Beshter‘s Seasons: Fourth
"For what it's worth, Scully," Mulder murmured against her hair, his chin resting lightly on the top of her head. "Happy birthday."
A deep, body shaking laugh erupted out of her, bittersweet and appreciative. "Thank you. Some birthday, huh?"
"Not one of your finest ones. But hey, at least I wasn't trying to shoot you this time around."
"There is that." She smiled, turning to look up at him. "No Pusher creating havoc, convincing you to turn your gun on me."
His arm tightened briefly, almost spasmodically, before he let her go, rubbing her shoulders briefly before stepping away. "All right, Scully, we got to get out of this burgh and to someplace with food. I'm not about to raid Max's leftovers for sustenance."
Although Season 4 Scully and Mulder battle a long and weary year, there are still bright spots-- be they birthday snowballs or Apollo 11 key chains-- wedged in the madness.
@libbytxf/LibbyT’s My Funny Valentine (Ao3)
It’s a birthday gift and a Valentine all the same. It’s a Sno-Ball and a sparkler at The Headless Woman’s Pub, and it’s his silent regret that he’s lost so many chances to celebrate her birthday already.
In the midst of year-by-year snapshots, Scully has a Tempus Fugit birthday.
@sunflowerseedsandscience‘s (Ao3)
"Things You Said" prompts - Chapter 2
With his ears deadened by the inane chatter of strangers all around him, Mulder almost misses the quiet snick of Maggie Scully’s back door closing. He’s pretty sure there’s only one person it can be, and a quick glance around the room, at all the distant relations and family friends he’s never met- or heard of, even- confirms it for him: Scully’s fiery hair is notably absent. Looking over at Mrs. Scully, he sees her daughter’s exit has not been wholly unnoticed, and with a quick jerk of her chin, Maggie gives Mulder permission to go after her. Which he does. Gladly. He’s a curiosity to these people, Dana’s crazy partner who believes in flying saucers. More a museum exhibit than a real person.
Post-Max Scully withdraws from her family’s celebration.
shannono’s (xffics) Happy 34th
Dana Scully pushed open the door to the office, took one step inside -- and froze in astonishment. A bunch of balloons were attached to the back of her chair, a gaily wrapped box sat on the seat, a card on top of it, and two cupcakes with burning candles in them sat on the table next to her computer.
Standing behind her chair, a silly grin on his face, was her partner, wearing a party hat and holding a blowout noisemaker in his hand.
Mulder and Maggie have their schemes.
@aloysiavirgata/Aloysia_Virgata’s (Gossamer, LJ, WBM) Unnamed
“You accused me of never remembering last year,” Mulder says, attaching a final piece of tape to the HAPPY BIRTHDAY! banner across the back of the boardroom.
Scully turns in a slow, queasy circle. He has sprinkled the conference table with confetti, has put an enormous sheet cake emblazoned with HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPECIAL AGENT DOCTOR DANA KATHERINE SCULLY, MD in the center. The writing is bright purple and rather squished.
Mulder and Skinner conspire on Scully’s birthday.
Malibusunset/Malibu Sunset’s All That is Dark and Bright
Scully looks from one to the other and back again. “Plans? What kind of plans? I’m not invited?”
Grabbing a plate from the cupboard, Mulder scrapes a pile of fluffy yellow eggs onto his plate. “Nope.”
“It’s a secret,” says Emily, her smile nearly leaping off her apple cheeks.
AU-- Post-A Christmas Carol Emily survives, kicking off a whirlwind engagement, wedding, and custody fight jointly spearheaded by Mulder and Scully.
somekindofseizure’s (WBM) Unnamed
She holds the handle on the heavy hotel room door when she goes out for the night, lets the latch slip into its cradle. Mulder is just next door, most likely napping. Her new perfume trails down the hallway, wallpaper hugging the scent of loamy fields and bejeweled queens, neat bespoke suits and desperate paisley bursts of repressed desire.
AU-- Post-FTF Scully flies to London for her birthday (and Mulder
joins her.)
pokeitlikejello’s A Birthday Reset
“Wonderful,” Scully muttered, not that she felt she needed to say anything. Mulder seemed to be speaking more for himself than her, plotting out their day once they arrived.
Scully fumes over having to spend her birthday in manure.
@cecilysass/cecily_sass/Cecily Sasserbaum’s Tonight We’re Gonna Party Like It’s 1999 (Ao3)
“No, you’re stalling. You’re making us late to your own birthday dinner on purpose.”
“What are you talking about?” Dana sighed wearily, examining the jawline of her uninteresting baby face again.
Missy sprung to her feet and leaned over Dana’s shoulder, looking at her reflection in the mirror, whispering playfully in her ear. “You’re waiting for something.”
AU-- Young Scully nervously waits for a birthday call from young Mulder, believing (while afraid to believe) what he’s repeated over the years. (Conclusion to The Boy on the Beach, Ao3.)
@television-overload/ContentsPriceless’s rain (Ao3)
His cheek rests against her damp hair, breathing in the scent of rain and lingering notes of her shampoo, and he closes his eyes, feeling his heart leap in his chest.
"Happy birthday, Scully," he says, and he thinks maybe next time, she won't mind the rain so much.
Mulder and Scully cross that line in the rain and the mud.
@o6666666‘s (Ao3)
Five in One Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3
There is a photo in Mulder’s bedroom, on his dresser, that Scully always lingers over: him at four, maybe five, holding Samantha. She was a big baby, Samantha. He remembers lugging her around to show her matters of importance: worms in the garden or the nest of baby bunnies their mother found once, under the porch steps. He used to sit the baby Samantha on a beach towel on the lawn while he dug, for the two of them, a tunnel to go under the ocean. In the photo they are blonder than they ever were as older children. In the photo no one has tamed the cowlick at his crown. He is nuzzling his sister, smiling. Baby cheek on baby cheek. He doesn’t remember how she smelled—perhaps both of them like sunscreen, or ivory soap, or sweat.
Scully touches the photo now with reverence, as if stroking his cheek.
Mulder makes up for years of missed birthdays.
Untitled
Why are we flying all the way up in the middle of winter, you just came to check on the house last week, and the kid was stowed away at Maggie’s. Had been since they dropped her off on the way to Scully’s grown-ups only birthday dinner Friday night. Earlier Friday afternoon they had come to Scully’s office at the hospital and urged her with kisses and baby arms round the neck and promised lunch at her favorite deli to cancel her afternoon appointments. Scully agreed and returned her kisses, as usual far more agreeable than she pretended to be. Now she stood staring at her boat in island wind, red nosed in his fifteen-year-old barn jacket. She wiped her eyes.
Scully is gifted a boat for her 40th.
@baronessblixen's (Ao3)
I have a 3 sentences prompt
She finds the first few sunflower seeds right by her shoes and doesn't think too much about it. That's Mulder for you. Then she finds more of them in her kitchen on the counter and in the living room next to the remote control.
Mulder leaves a trail for his romantic partner.
Happy Birthday, Baby Girl (Ao3)
“Are you sure?” He holds out his hands knowing how heavy she feels, how difficult it is for her to get up from the couch. She takes his hands and he pulls her up. Her stomach bumps against him.
“I’m so ready for this to be over,” Scully says, sighing. Two seconds on her feet and they’re complaining already.
“You hear that, baby? Do your mommy a favor and get ready, too.”
Post-MSIV's baby has her own timing.
@mappingthexfiles/Apostrophic’s The Law of Large Numbers
Tonight, Mulder was tired, not asleep. Scully placed a dripping dish on the rack by the sink and picked up the next one to scrub with the sponge. What was left of the cake was in a heap on the counter and Mulder popped a bite in his mouth, licking whipped cream and jello off the end of his thumb. “Why’s that your favorite cake?” he asked, mouth half full, as if it had never occurred to him that he should ask her that question. William proved contagious.
“I don’t know,” Scully said. She let a second dish drip. “My mom used to make it. She’d use my favorite jello, and pile strawberries on top. Thank you,” she said, mouth suddenly full with a strawberry Mulder put there. She ate it, swallowed, and said, “I remember Bill hated it.”
Mulder grinned. “Well, that’s reason enough,” he said, but the old rivalry had worn out, it was just something familiar and funny to say.
“We’d have it on the Fourth of July,” Scully said. “And sometimes on my birthday, if we could find strawberries that time of year.”
AU-- Scully, William, and Mulder are together (if cautiously.)
@slippinmickeys/SlippinMickeys/Slippin' Mickeys’s Funfetti Universe
“Yeah,” Mulder finally said, clearing his throat. “One second.” He stood up to excuse himself and Scully was worried she needed to go make sure he was okay when he came back to the table carrying three plates. On each, sat a fat, pink Hostess Snoball.
“I was saving these for your mom’s birthday,” Mulder said, winking at his wife. “But I think this calls for a celebration, and these are the only pink things in the house.”
“For now,” Scully said, winking back.
In the Funfetti Universe, Mulder and Scully support their struggling son, learn the gender of their next baby, and celebrate Scully’s birthday.
@melforbes/everdaymsr’s (Ao3, WBM) reazione
“i wrote a research paper on this in undergrad,” she answers the unspoken question. “it was a long time ago, i know, but it stayed with me. you spend so much time focusing on things like this, but they’re just out there, you know? they feel celebrity and unreal. they don’t make you feel as though you can be this close to them.”
she takes her hand back, dries her face on the wool of her coat, leaves a little line of brown mascara on the sleeve.
“i just didn’t expect it to feel this real,” she says. “that’s all.”
For Scully’s 50th, Mulder takes her to Italy.
XSketch’s (mulderscreek) Soledad Para Dos
"Mommy say you gots to stop cwying," the boy sniffled, climbing up onto his father's knee and reaching to wipe the damp, grey-speckled beard. "Mommy upset you upset."
AU-- Mulder and William weather his late-partner’s birthday.
@mollybecameanengineer/Sareki's A Cup of Kindness (Ao3)
It had been easier last year, on the first birthday after she died, because Will had still been home. Mulder suggested they watch The Exorcist , without making reference to Scully. But Will knew his mom’s favorite movie. So they made popcorn and watched, and Mulder held in his tears until after Will went to bed.
He took a big swallow from this drink before writing (in complete sentences with proper punctuation and spelling, unlike his spawn), I love you, Will. Goodnight. After hitting send, the three typing dots appeared from Will’s end, then disappeared. This happened a few more times, like Will was typing and erasing. Finally: u ok?
AU-- Mulder works hard to be the father William needs (but some days, he just needs a listening ear.)
