#post-iwtb

[alienbaby-babymama]

Confession

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Fluffuary 2026 | Day 13: Confession

Post-IWTB Mulder and Scully navigate their post-island adventure and all the interesting changes that came with it.

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It has been eight weeks since Mulder was exonerated by the FBI, finally making him a free man. And with that came a 180 degree change in behavior. He closed his eyes and pointed to a place in the ocean.

The Maldives.

“Call your boss, Scully. Tell him you’re going to be away for quite a while.” He kissed her neck, squeezing her hips.

She secretly squealed from the inside as she dialed.

They spent weeks exploring the area, going on excursions, renting a canoe—but mostly they spent time exploring one another. It couldn’t be stopped. Loving each other in the day time wasn’t new—but out in the open, especially on their own private island Mulder secured on a day trip—Scully found being an exhibitionist thrilling. It was the best sex they ever had.

Now, a week after their return Dr. Scully is trying to find her footing post sabbatical. Everything is the same—but not.

Not having to worry about Mulder while she’s out of the house is new—and slightly disconcerting—as she didn’t realize until now just how much energy she spent on making sure he remained safe.

She tries to shake the feeling and continue on with her day.

“Did you see that guy at the nurses station?” Scully picks up as she walks by.

Out of the corner of her eye she notices two tech nurses chatting over coffee.

“The tall one with dark hair?”

“Mmmhmm. I think I’ve see him here before but I think he had a beard last time. Oh! Here he comes, don’t look!”

Scully smiles to herself as she realizes Mulder must be somewhere in the building.

Just as she’s about to turn, a strong arm snakes around her waist and a vase of irises are placed on the counter in front of her.

His lips press against her cheek making her smile wider.

“For me?” She tips her head back against his shoulder. Her knees almost give out when she takes him in.

He looks like Mulder from 2000. Clean-shaven, stylish short hair cut that has him doing something sexy with the longer hair on top. A leather jacket and snug jeans complete his look.

“Who are you and how soon can you have me on my desk?” Scully whispers, cautious of the eavesdroppers feet away.

Unable to help herself, she runs her hand down the crisp white t-shirt, and begins flirting with the button closure on his jeans.

Mulder reaches up to stop her, “Who are you?! Where is my prim and proper Dr. Dana Scully?”

“We left her in the Maldives a long time ago.” Scully’s eyes dilate as she takes in his scent, her core quivers.

“Maybe next time…” With that, Mulder steps away leaving a final kiss on the back of her hand.

And then he walked out the door.

What!? Scully stands there with her chest heavily and damp underwear. He’s gonna get it when she gets home.

He continues this behavior over the next several weeks. He does it because he can.

He’ll show up, looking like a snack, toting gifts for her or for the staff. He gradually engages her colleagues in conversation, getting to know everyone on rotation. He even allows them to call him “Fox”, which has all the women in a tizzy.

“Of course your name is Fox,” one of the charge nurses winks at him.

And they all fawn over him. Scuttlebutt is that they’re all super jealous of Dr. Scully’s significant other—it’s a conundrum how someone so good-looking could be so nice and thoughtful.

“How long are you going to make me wait?” Scully asks during their performative good-bye.

She turns from him and begins walking quickly down a deserted hallway. He follows.

She pulls him into an alcove and kisses him fiercely. Their lips and tongues duel with one another, hands roam.

“I want you so bad,” Scully admits between kisses.

“I have a confession to make,” Mulder breathes against her neck, “Seeing you this turned on…my God, Scully what I want to do to you.”

Their lips fuse together once more.

“But I can’t do it here.”

Scully’s eyebrows scrunch together, not understanding.

“It’s like a church here. Too many eyes.”

Scully nods then takes a step back.

“But I’m parked in the far corner of the lot under that huge oak tree…”

“Well, why didn’t you lead with that?!”

Scully almost pulls Mulder’s arm out of his socket as she leads them out an emergeny exit that leads to the parking lot.

@today-in-fic

[unremarkablehouse]

Story post-IWTB? I'd like to know more about that, please!!

Ask and you shall receive, here’s the unfinished draft. I actually have the majority written but I forgot about the story, choosing to write fluff instead 🤣

It’s not like he wanted the world to end in 2012 or for aliens to come and attempt to reclaim the human race. He didn’t even feel remotely sad that he wasn’t the one leading the battle to thwart the attack, dying and becoming a fugitive really quashed any savior complex he had. As Mulder realized that the timeline had changed, there would be no intergalactic Armageddon, his life force began to fade. He had made plans for 2012, none of which he had detailed to Scully, but she knew he’d thought about it. In her mind she hadn’t fathomed that everyone one of his plans and contingencies involved getting their son (and his adoptive parents) and bunkering down with them. The longing and wonder that he felt for William was akin to his search for Samantha, and the hope of being reunited with him kept him going until it didn’t. 

The grief he felt for his son enveloped his entire being as his heart lay broken and beyond repair.

Of the taboo topics that existed in their relationship William was pretty much top of the list, tied closely with The X files or any mention of government conspiracies. So Mulder never talked about what had been eating away at him, trying to internalize the pain like he had watched Scully do and try to pretend that he was fine.

But Mulder was far from fine, with no one to talk to and nothing he could do to change the situation the pain became a constant ache that he lost the energy to hide, finding himself engulfed in the heavy fog of depression. Scully had never seen him like this, so withdrawn and not responsive to her. Suddenly her Mulder avoided looking at her, recoiled from her touch and started sleeping on the couch. She begged him to get help, pleaded with him to talk to her, but he couldn’t hear her over the ocean of distance that had been placed between them. She couldn’t understand that the sight of her, something that had always brought him immense joy and comfort, now filled him with so much guilt and dispair. In his heart he believed that she would have been better off if he’d have stayed dead and spent sleepless nights imagining how her life would have been without him. The life she would live with their son, her friends and family had a life time of love that would make up for missing him. In that life his son would grow up knowing his mother and hearing about him through stories, surely that would be better than never knowing them at all? These dark thoughts played as a daily continuum, a constant discontented soundtrack he was unable to drown out. If only he’d have been able to turn it down low enough to notice that Dana Scully was floundering. Like two trees that had grown together, Mulder’s depression knocked Scully off balance. Her confidence and faith in the world had been shaken and she found herself heartbroken and in a perpetual state of disorientation. Not wanting to alert her mother to the issues she spent the weekend in a hotel room by the hospital. It felt frivolous at first, but as she cried her way through a 1hr deep tissue massage she suddenly found this sense of relief. In her hotel room she didn’t have a sense of fear, not knowing what mood she was talking into. As her heart lay wounded and exposed she craved a sense of control. By the second day Scully heard herself laugh out loud and was startled by the sound. As she ate her breakfast alone in the hotel's restaurant, she regretted leaving her phone up in the room and was forcing herself to try and get interested in the local travel guide she’d pick up. A small poodle mix puppy had broken free of his leash and had made a frantic dash towards the smell of food. The puppy had been distracted by his owner calling for him to stop that he hadn’t realized he was on a crash course for Scully’s table leg until it was too late. Paws flailing as he attempted to slow did little to lessen the impact as the tiny dog crashed into the table with a thump, knocking a piece of bacon off Scully’s plate in the process. The look of absolute delight and dumb luck that appeared on the dog’s face as he discovered the bacon made her truly laugh at the first time in awhile.

[mulderscreek]

Since Last They Met Challenge

One thing we didn't get with seasons 10-11 was even vague explanations about why Mulder and Scully broke up, when they broke up, or what they did while they were apart. Hmm.

Your challenge is to write a story that answers at least one of these questions. And that answer is: had a child with someone else!

In your story this Mulder/other or Scully/other relationship began at a point between The X-Files: I Want to Believe (2008) and My Struggle (season 10, episode 1, in 2016). You can include as much or as little detail as you want about their time with this other person as you'd like - including none, you're allowed to have the relationship having existed entirely before your story begins - but continue your story at least as long as to include a somewhat revised My Struggle where the X-parent has the child with him or her.

It's up to you if the non-parent* in your tale knew about the kid...or the relationship. If they didn't, how much will they each choose to share about their life apart?

Oh, and let us know what happened to the child's original character mom or dad. Are they still in the picture? Waiting for Mulder or Scully back at their hotel room? Long gone? Even dead and buried?

*Note: you are allowed to have them both have children with someone else, in which case the question instead becomes: do they each know about the other's child prior to your fic's beginning?

Please submit your story or the link to it to [email protected] or post here on our submissions Tumblr - or send me a message with your fic on Tumblr to reblog.

[scully-eats-sushi]

161 and/or 179 for the 200 writing prompts?

Thank you for the prompt, @ellivia​!

161: “Bite me” and 179: “First one to make a noise loses.” 

Hey, I tried.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

“But Mom, why? Why is he here?”

Maggie sighed with impatience. Putting the finishing touches on dinner, she turned away from the counter to face off with her son in her kitchen. “Bill, it is Mother’s Day. I want to have a nice dinner with my children. Fox is as much a part of this family as Tara is.”

“That’s not true. They’re not married. They live together. That doesn’t make him family.”

“Stop being so old-fashioned, Bill. Dana and Fox are as good as married and you know it. How would marriage change anything for them? They’ve been together for 15 years. Now bring this pot roast out to the table, please.”

Still grumbling, Bill sat down at one end of the dining table. Maggie, carrying the wine in from the kitchen, sat at the other end. His wife and son sat to Bill’s left. On his right were his sister and her partner.

“Thank you for inviting us, Maggie.”

“My pleasure, Fox. You’re both looking well. How was the trip?”

Scully’s eyes lit up. “It was amazing, Mom. Two weeks to do nothing except read and sleep and swim. We had our own private area of the beach. The water was so warm and blue. We went out in this little rowboat a few times.”

“Mmm, it was really good to finally get out of our little house, Scully,” Mulder responded with a smile in her direction. 

“You mean now that you’re no longer wanted, Mulder?” Bill retorted.

Scully narrowed her eyes in her older brother’s direction. “Bite me, Bill.”

Mulder leaned over to whisper in Scully’s ear, “You’re only supposed to say that to me.” She bit the side of her lip and blushed. Although no one else had heard what Mulder had said, Tara chuckled at Dana’s look, while her husband narrowed his eyes right back at his sister and made a disgusted sort of sound.

The nine-year-old at the table only looked thrilled at his aunt’s words, and to his father no less. His grin stretching from ear to ear, his eyes bounced back and forth from one adult to the other.

“Behave, Matty." 

"Dad, what did I do?" 

"Don’t be a jackass, Bill.”

“Dana, language, please.”

“Sorry, Mom. I’m tired and I would like to head up now, okay?” Her mother nodded. “Okay, good night.”

“Night, Dana. Goodnight, Fox.”

Mulder smiled at his mother-in-law. “Night, Maggie.”

“Goodnight, Dana.” Scully gave her brother a cutting look, turned toward Mulder, and pulled him by the sleeve up the stairs.

After closing the bedroom door behind them, Mulder began to unbutton his shirt as he walked past Scully. She followed him, toeing off her shoes, and embraced him from behind. She ran her hands up and down his abs before pinching a nipple.

“What’s up, Scully?”

“It’s been a couple of days, Mulder. I want sex.”

He gasped melodramatically. “But Scully, this is your mother’s house. She’ll be scandalized.”

“My mother won’t even hear us. Her bedroom is on the other side of the house, Mulder.”

He turned to face her, narrowing his eyes. “But isn’t Bill and Tara’s bedroom right next door?”

Scully grinned evilly at him. “Yes, and we’re going to play a little game. First one to make a noise loses.” She shoved him backwards onto the bed with a laugh, and lunged for his fly. “Don’t make me gag you, Spooky.”

The next morning, as they waved goodbye to her family, Mulder leaned over and whispered, “Bill can’t even look either one of us in the eye. By the way, Scully, you lost the game. Over and over again. So what do I win?”

She only laughed.

[scullywolf]

Fictober Drabbles - Day 2

Today’s @stoickovic prompt: “Flashlight”

It is nearly midnight when she parks in front of the house after Christian Fearon’s surgery. Exhaustion tugs at her every step, making the walk to the front door feel nearly interminable.

Inside, her gaze lands on the coffee table, empty but for a massive tactical flashlight like the kind they used to carry into the woods, so many years ago, and a folded piece of paper. She sets down her briefcase and picks up the note, immediately warmed by his familiar scrawl.

The darkness may always find us, but we’ll just have to keep shining all the brighter. 

-M

[txcb1013]

X-Files Fanfic: The Return

Summary:  There are some things you just can't escape.

NOTE: I have been going through my old LJ account and Holy. Crap. So, at the advice of @firstofoctober I started putting all my stories on ao3 (link below). I am posting the first chapter of this story (written in July 2009) and you can read the rest on ao3. This is personally one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. It is post-IWTB and obviously at this time the idea of them being back on TV was out of the question. And that led to this...

Angst ahead, y’all!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/5354384/chapters/12365585

"Hey! I'm home!"

His voice startles me and I hastily shove the tissues deep into the sad excuse for a pocket my jeans supply.

"Hey," he says, his head popping out from around the edge of the door frame. "There you are."

"Yeah, I was just finishing up in here." I tug self-consciously on the hem of my shirt.

He looks over at the sink and my heart pounds so loudly in my ears that I'm afraid he'll hear it, too. I thought I cleaned up the last of it, but he stares so hard at something there it's giving me doubt.

"You know, it's just gonna be us and Skinner. You didn't have to go all out."

I follow his line of sight and let out a deep breath. The makeup. Ever since I stopped working at the hospital --- after Christian's recovery --- I hadn't even bothered with the stuff. "Yeah, well, it's been awhile since we've seen him. I wanted to look my best," I say with a wink.

He clutches his chest dramatically, as though my words have wounded him.

Just act natural or you'll blow it! I force out a chuckle.

"Anyway, we probably need to go if we're gonna beat the DC traffic. You remember how crazy that restaurant gets after five and I don't know if my stomach can handle an hour of smelling that wonderful aroma of garlic, tomatoes, and cheese."

Straining my lips into a smile, I nod my head. "I'll be right there."

We look at each other for a moment and I turn away first, pretending I need to look for something in my makeup bag.

He doesn't move to leave. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, Mulder. Just trying to find my lipstick."

He takes a step towards me and I continue digging. I feel his finger under my chin, tilting it up until I have no choice but to look into his eyes; I stop breathing.

"You already have some on," he says and rubs his thumb lightly across my lower lip before pulling it away to show me the evidence.

I look down at my shoes, the mirror, the sink --- anywhere, but his eyes.

"What's going on, Scully? You're scaring me."

Come on, say something! "It's nothing, I just want to get this over with."

"Really?" One eyebrow raises, speculating. "But, this was your idea."

"I know, but...well, it's just been awhile since we've been back to DC without there being a..." I struggle to figure out where I'm going with this.

"Call of duty?" He finishes for me with a smirk.

I nod. That was so much better than anything I could have come up with.

"I can call him and cancel, if it's bothering you this badly."

"No, that would be really selfish of me," I reply and push myself up on tiptoes to place a light kiss on the tip of his nose. "It was my idea, after all."

"Okay, if you think you're up to it."

"I am."

He searches my eyes again, keeping me locked in his gaze; and, to my horror, my tearducts begin burning.

"I'll be in the car," he announces before turning around and walking back into the living room. The thud of his boots gets softer and softer until, finally, I hear the front door open --- and then slam shut.

With tears streaming unchecked down my cheeks, I reach into my pocket and drop the blood-soaked tissues into the toilet. I close the lid, so I don't have to look at them any longer, and flush twice --- just to be sure.

(END CHAPTER 1/12....the rest can be found here http://archiveofourown.org/works/5354384/chapters/12365585 )

[aeroknot]

I just strongly believe Mulder and Scully need a big dog. Or three. Or eleven. So either they should have one mostly white dog named Moby, or three named Byers, Frohike, and Langly. Anatolian Shepherd/Great Pyrenees mixes. 

For beermom because I’m learning so much from just looking at her art! 

(You better believe I needed references lmao.)