delphiniumblooms reblogged
okay i figured i should put together an x-files fic masterlist. please also take this opportunity to harangue me into writing more because i have some ideas but little motivation to start (this might have to do with the fact that i haven't watched any x-files in three weeks)
anyway, here they are in order of writing. i have to mention that i started writing only having seen s1 and am now still only in the middle of s2 so these are wildly canon divergent
word count: 1101
rating: G
The part of him she loves best is his voice. She especially likes the way he says her name. ---- some reflection on mulder's sexy dulcet tones, how they get together, etc.
word count: 1181
rating: G
"Fox Mulder, you are under arrest. Anything you say can and will be held against you. You have the right to an attorney…"
"Scully," he whispers, and she raises an eyebrow at him. What is it?
"Agent Scully isn't an attorney," Skinner deadpans.
"I know. But you said anything I said could and would be held against me…that includes physically, doesn't it."
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the two of them get in a little bit of trouble, but they'll get out of it okay.
word count: 2915
rating: M
"For…real? You must be joking, Mulder. We'd get at best reassigned and at worst fired." He takes his feet off the desk and turns in his swivel chair to face her. She can't read his face exactly — she thinks he's forcing himself to be calm and composed. Is he… nervous? She supposes it takes a fair amount of courage to propose marriage to your longtime coworker, but Mulder has always had courage in great abundance. "So we tell no one. You keep your name. We keep separate addresses. It's simple." --- they get secretly married!! Scully has some complex feelings about it but everything turns out okay
word count: 5879
rating: E
He's wanted her for the longest time, yearned for her body against his, her lips hot on his, his name in her breathy moans. He lets himself imagine for a moment him finally getting what he's dreamed of. But not like this. Not like this, with her pupils blown to such proportions that the blues of her eyes are but slivers, her skin hot and flushed, her mind not her own. It is not her. She is not doing this of his own volition, he realises, tearing his lips away from hers and moving to put the table between them. He has some idea now of how all those people fucked themselves to death or insanity. "Scully," he says. "Scully, look at me." She does, her hands reaching for him, a mournful, confused look on her face. "Mulder. I want you. Won't you have me?" "Not while you're high on this fucked up… sex pollen shit." --- wondered if anyone had written X-Files sex pollen fic, decided to write my own. this is like if the Midnight Oil plot from Agent Carter and Roald Dahl's Bitch and Gender Bender and Blood all had a baby together.
word count: 4108
rating: E
She is so beautiful. He plays back the pleasurable memories of last night as he takes the elevator down to street level, wetting his lips subconsciously. God, he could fuck her all day and night. He's so lucky to have her as a friend, as a fuck buddy. And one day, fate willing… they might be more. --- Mulder finds himself falling for his coworker-with-benefits, the beautiful and enigmatic Dana Scully, but he's convinced she doesn't return his feelings. Both of them drink a little too much and fuck a little too well. As we all know, you are your most honest self when drunk. Alcohol loosens lips, and loose lips can sink ships... or raise a fleet of emotions and secrets. Will they admit their true feelings to each other? Or will they only and always miss each other in the fog of drunken haziness and miscommunication?
word count: 2800
rating: T
She's already beginning to feel stir-crazy. The rooms are small. She and Mulder have one each, and they share one bathroom and one living/dining space. The ceilings are low and it feels as if the walls are closing in on them. Everything feels claustrophobic, too small for comfort. He's too close for comfort. --- The time passes — it would have passed anyway, but it is infinitely more enjoyable to pass it in each other's arms, knowing that they are loved and wanted. It is so good. The domesticity of it is so lovely, and she doesn't feel claustrophobic any more. It feels right to have him so close to her, to fall asleep next to him, to sit side by side and hold hands under the table when they eat. --- MSR, in the one-month quarantine they were put in after Firewalker
word count: 2792
rating: G
He cajoles her into posting a rather vintage-looking Polaroid shot of her he'd taken one night. She does look pretty good in it. It was a good shot. Not that she's going to tell him that.
trustno1 my muse. my touchstone.
She smiles, but doesn't like the comment.
langly_ringo23 @trustno1 coworkers do NOT talk to each other like this
She's scared for a moment that Ringo's guessed that they're together. She's halfway through typing a DM to him to beg him not to rat them out when she stops, rereads the comment, and decides to leave it.
At least he knows they're supposed to be just coworkers.
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Fox and Dana's journey after getting together in fuck, i'm lonely, chronicled in photo posts on Scully's Instagram page.
word count: 160
rating: G
what happened in the elevator in Paper Clip!
word count: 1367
rating: G
She is here; she is safe. He's found her. He pushes away the urge to sob in relief and focuses on taking care of her, freeing her bound wrists, explaining to her how he'd found her.
---- hurt/comfort post-Irresistible, plus an important conversation about protecting each other
updated with the fics i posted this year!
