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The Big Damn XF Fanfic Rec Post - Part 2

I - P (91 Stories)

I finished two parts of this undertaking before I remembered that Gossamer doesn’t allow direct-linking. So all of the links will appear broken. Sorry about that. The stories with links can be found on Gossamer by either title or author.

In 2002 I went through Gossamer and saved a bunch of my favorite XF fanfics. Some I saved years before, before they were pulled from the archives. If I were going to introduce someone to the world of XF fanfiction - one of the most insanely prolific fandoms ever (not everything - not even a tiny percentage of the good stuff - is posted at ff.net or ao3) -  these are some of the ones I’d choose. This list is by no means exhaustive; some stories were lost to time, some were pulled and I will respect the author’s wishes and won’t repost them even if I have the saved files.  I’m including links to the ones still archived at Gossamer and titles/authors of the others so you can hunt them down if you so choose via wayback machine.

Godspeed, X-Philes. Walk with me down memory lane.

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I have 1 episode of season 8 left and i keep going back to watch season 2 episodes for my fic (a muse, a myth, a mortal) and I miss the vibe of the early seasons so much, i hate that the later seasons feel like a different show, I hate Mulder’s abduction, I hate William arc, what the fuck was that?

I love Reyes and Dogget though, I think the show could end now and have a spin off with them where Mulder and Scully occasionally appear as guest stars to help them with cases and their life is otherwise domestic bliss

“Thank every god he doesn’t believe in” ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT (this is everything i didn’t know I needed)

One breath, but Mulder shows up in Scully's hospital room with tear tracks still drying on his face and his first real smile since she was taken. He's out of breath, probably broke several dozen traffic laws on his way back to her, but she's awake.

Not Fox, Mulder, Scully corrects her mother, and she is reaching for him before she can think better of it. His hands are warm and shaking and familiar, and he sits down next to her like she's made of glass. Like he is going to break her if he allows his fear to spill out onto the floor.

His mouth opens and closes repeatedly until he finally manages a hi, watching her lips move into a smile. hi. Mulder tentatively lifts their intertwined hands and kisses her knuckles while squeezing his eyes shut.

He wants to fall to his knees and thank every god he doesn't believe in for bringing her back to him, he wants to hold her and press her to his chest until he no longer feels empty inside, he wants to bury his face in her hair and fall asleep with her safe in his arms. At some point during the last few weeks, he must have slept, even if only for a few horrifying hours, yet all he recalls is suffocating darkness and her screams echoing in his mind.

I missed you, Mulder whispers against her skin, but she hears him—she always does.

I heard you, she responds, tugging on his hand to pull him closer. I heard you, Mulder. I felt the strength of your beliefs.

Maggie and Melissa are silently watching the exchange, but they've never cared less about prying eyes and unsatisfied curiosity. Scully's gaze catches on something, and Mulder follows it to the glinting gold cross around his neck. The chain runs through his fingers like water, thin and fragile, and the only thing that helped him stay sane enough to keep going.

Kept it safe for you, he tells her, and takes it off to fasten it around hers instead; it's finally back where it belongs. Tears burn new, glistening paths down his cheeks, and he doesn't bother wiping them away.

I was so scared. It's a confession, it's an apology, it's a promise, and he shuffles closer and closer and closer.

I was so fucking scared, Scully.

Her fingertips are cool against his flushed skin, and he closes his eyes at the contact, fearing that if he moves, she will disappear again. For so long, nothing in his life mattered more than the nebulous truth hiding the fate of his sister. Then she walked into his office with a smile and trust in her heart, and suddenly she wasn't simply helping him discover the truth—she became the truth.

Scully squeezes his hand and traces the line of his jaw, and two warm pairs of eyes look away when she tilts her head upwards, meeting Mulder in the middle as he leans in close, closer, touching.

She kisses him softly because she wants to. Because she can. Because she can taste salt, relief, and light on his tongue, a sunrise swallowed and hidden away throughout the night.

Thank you for not giving up. He couldn't have lived with himself if he had, and it's written across his face and woven into his soul. Losing her would have meant losing himself, and there is nothing that could have stopped him from following her to wherever they would have gone. Together or not at all, and he has no idea why she stayed, why she is still staying after everything he put them through.

You found me, he cannot say; you found me and brought me home. You found me and you saw me, and I don't think I will ever know why you decided I was deserving of your grace and your presence in my life.

They press their foreheads together, and a by now familiar hand lands on his shoulder as Maggie reaches for both of them—family, she had called him, over and over—and there is nothing but warmth offered to him.

Thank you for coming back.

Damn. I could write a fanfic about that.

That gif of GA going around talking about how she lied about her age when auditioning for scully bc they don't let 24 yos be doctor-fbi agents made me think about an au of TXF where you lean into the total babyface thing and have Scully be this wunderkind prodigy doctor who maybe even made the news and skipped grades and went to college at 15 and med school at 18/19 and really did finish her residency at 24/25.... It would add a whole new dimension to her choice to switch to pathology over cardio thoracic surgery and also to leave private practice for the FBI. Like, a whole magnitude bigger of the 'you're a g-d gifted prodigy and you choose to do this? Not save living patients? Throw away all your hard work to be a field agent?' and then to compound the issue, she chooses to flame out into fringe obscurity with that slacker alien nut Mulder.

Really lean into the Jodie Foster character parallels (Clarice Starling and Ellie Arroway).

Also the whole triumph of free will or rebellion against the Obligations Of Genius. Also somewhat of a Mulder parallel except he had a lot of outside forces moving him away from the things that he was gifted at but were destructive for him, so idk

I feel like someone mentioned this idea already actually, @unremarkablehouse maybe? But just seconding that yes aus digging into prodigy Scully would be really interesting! 👀

Do you ever start listening to an album and you’re like “if xyz song that hits a little too close rn plays first im literally ending it”

Dw you just didn’t like me that much by leanna firestone didnt start playing so we’re in the clear

putting the ✨BI✨ in FBI since 1993 👽

The xfiles “they both reach for the gun” edits i need to see:

Pusher (then gun being an actual gun)

Wetwired: Mulder and Maggie (the gun being Scully)

Skinner/CSM (either works) and Mulder thw gun beung the cure for scullys cancer

Fire: scully and phoebe (the gun is mulder)

GET WORKING EDITORS

i miss vhs tapes and cds i miss feeding my computers and tvs yummy treats. now theyre eating nothing. theyre being born without mouths

Using AI for a creative work feels like breaking someone’s really well thought out magic system and when you bring someone back from the dead the author or dm is like “hey dude you cant do that” and you’re just like “yuh huh”