Let Everything Happen to You

For almost three years now, since Scully had been taken, they’d found one excuse or another to meet semi-regularly. Sometimes for coffee, sometimes a walk on The Mall or a visit to a book shop, an antique store. And then, after the cancer diagnosis, monthly dinners. Those had begun, he recalled, as a way for her to glean information from him that her daughter wasn’t providing. Even after he’d confessed his own ignorance to her, they’d kept the standing date. It was nice to have someone to commiserate with; to be each other’s sounding board.

Mulder loved his mother, but their relationship was, by necessity, a distant one. They’d tried to repair the damage caused by Samantha’s abduction, after he’d returned from Oxford, but every secret, every indiscretion he’d dug up since discovering the X-Files had made it increasingly difficult. Maggie Scully had, with her quiet strength, provided him the maternal comfort he’d been missing for so long.

Mulder and Maggie frequently have meals together, discussing his struggles, faults, failures, and-- at last-- relationship.

@ghostbustermelanieking/skuls's

blurry: how the world should look without her

Melissa knows, too. “Why is it so much easier for you to run around trying to get even than just expressing to her how you feel?” she snaps. He’s ready to take their revenge and run, but her words full-on stop him. She’s dying, and if he doesn’t go now, then the last time he ever saw her will be when her blood was taken. He didn’t even accept the invitation to go when they pulled the plug. The last conversation they ever had is about Duane Barry. The last thing he’ll ever hear her say is his name. 

One Breath Mulder realizes he loves Scully.

the possible impossible things

They make it out. Somehow, they make it out. Melissa is wobbly and weak, and ends up leaning on Mulder on the way out. (She hugs Mulder, too, right off the bat, extraordinarily grateful to the both of them.) But they slip out to the car with no mishaps, Melissa and Scully climbing into the backseat. As they get settled, Scully leans across and hugs her sister again. After years of loss and mourning and losing leads, here she is. She’s thin under her arms, worryingly so, and she still looks weak, but she’s okay and whole and alive.

AU-- S7 Melissa is alive.

Half-Light Universe

"It's convenient," Melissa cracks when they arrive, leaning down to kiss Scully’s cheek. "We only have to make one trip to both meet our new nephew."

“Fox told us it was a boy last night,” Samantha adds from the door. “I just want to apologize in advance for how crazy the Mulder genes are going to make this kid, Scully.”

“Hey!” Mulder protests.

Scully laughs, even though she almost feels like crying. These aunts that William never would've met, and they're here now. It feels a little miraculous. Too many miracles to count, now. 

AU-- My Struggle II Mulder and Scully are shot back to the Pilot, able to right wrongs and live out a better existence surrounded by love and family.

@agent-troi's The Second Year

“Aunt Missy said you gave her flowers,” she replied, looking up at him with quintessential childlike earnestness. “That’s a boyfriend thing.”

Mulder darted a brief, nervous glance Scully’s way before facing Lucy again. “Uh, yeah, I did. She was sick, and I wanted to show her how much I care about her, and how glad I am that she’s better.”

“Do you love her?”

Mulder was saved from having to answer that question by the timely arrival of Maggie. “Lucy!” she mock scolded as she scooped her little granddaughter up. “Give your Aunt Dana and Fox some privacy. I’m sure they have a lot of catching up to do.”

Post-One Breath Mulder is invited to a Scully family celebration.

@slippinmickeys's

The Concept of Dualism (Ao3)

They were more than halfway to the base, and Scully’s arguments against her sister’s plan of nursing them both back to health in Scully’s apartment were getting weaker and more grasping. 

“You know I don’t, Dana,” she said, “and anyway, he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.” 

Scully couldn’t argue with that. Melissa turned onto the exit for the base. 

“Where is he going to sleep?” Scully asked. 

Melissa sniffed a small laugh, then said, “the couch.”

“Then where are you going to sleep?” 

“Trim those toenails, little sister, I’m bunking with you.”

When they were kids, Scully and Melissa had been forced to share a bed on family vacations; Melissa always complained that Scully kicked her in the middle of the night and dug her toenails into Missy’s shins. 

Scully couldn’t help but glance down to consider her pedicure. Melissa saw her look and stuck out her tongue at her. Some things in life had changed. Some things hadn't. 

Post-Dod Kalm Melissa cares for her sister and her partner.

Prompt Drabble Collection - Chapter 30 (Ao3)

“I want to remind you,” he said, only looking at Mulder. “That what we found is highly classified.”

“We have clearance, Bill,” Scully said, defending Mulder, as ever. 

Bill Scully is not pleased Mulder is aboard.

Old Chem Universe

Mulder rocked back a little on his heels. Diana’s folks had died before they got together and he hadn’t had any girlfriends before her serious enough for parental vetting. The last time he’d met a woman’s parents, he was standing in Missy Sander’s living room pinning a homecoming corsage on her velvet dress while her mother hovered nearby.

Nevertheless, Scully was important to him, and her parents were important to her. 

AU-- Mulder and Scully, chemist professors, bond over their draw to the unknown.

In the Valley of the Sun

Samantha had read a poem by an amateur poet named Tim Pratt called Scientific Romance (Mulder having confessed to her later that night that it only seemed right to have had a reading replete with scientific notation for a wedding between two people such as themselves). Melissa had read words as old as the institution of marriage itself and they exchanged simple rings and had eyes only for each other. Scully handed her bouquet -- a small posy of wild swamp azalea and yellow flag that Melissa had picked the hour before -- to her new sister in law as she strode up the peeling wooden steps of the house. Mulder had insisted upon carrying her over the threshold and Melissa and Samantha had stood back thoughtfully, and were now sitting closely on the beach, heads bent together, talking in hushed tones.

AU-- Mulder and Scully, archaeologists, find love in the digs.

@welsharcher's Grateful

“She’ll want to see you, Fox.”

Mulder closed his eyes, offering a polite nod and hoping that would be the end of it.

“It wasn’t your fault you couldn’t talk her down.” Maggie continued, watching him closely, “You’ll understand one day, when you’re a parent.”

Wetwired Maggie and Mulder have a necessary talk.

@sigritandtheelves/DarlaBlack's

AU: Melissa Didn't Die and Birth Day

It takes her an hour, but Melissa’s jeep finally rumbles up the drive, too fast, like she owns the place. The older sister emerges, swinging out her door almost before the jeep has stopped. “Somebody having a baby over here?” she calls to them. She drags out an enormous purse, a kind of floppy tote in purple tie-dye.

Scully is bent over the porch rail, weight on her forearms, Mulder’s hands at her back. “Are you here to help me or to paint the garage?” she asks, tilting her chin at Melissa’s outfit: baggy, paint-stained overalls and a bandana.

AU-- Melissa survived Paper Clip.

Ground

The midwife arrives at nine, certified, but illegal in the state of Virginia. She is a spunky woman of sixty, well vetted by both the Gunmen and Gibson, who lets her in and smiles at whatever he hears in her mind. He stays by the door when the excitement moves upstairs.

Maggie appears next, and her daughter cries when she sees her.

AU-- S8 Mulder is returned three months after his abduction.

Three Iterations of a Birth (and Death) - Chapter 3: Fantasy

“Let me see.” He heard Maggie’s voice and she was smiling. She took their picture, he with the baby—a nervous father’s first moments—and came to touch her grandchild. “He’s perfect.”

AU-- Post-Empedocles Scully and Mulder go into hiding.

Tiny Holiday Scene in the Good Universe

“He’s gonna say it, it’s his opening line these days.” Mulder’s fist was tight around the steering wheel so Scully reached across the console to squeeze his knee.

AU-- Post-Existence Bill takes great delight in poking Mulder.

@baronessblixen's

[**Note**: Her content is filled to the brim with Mulder and Scully famfic-- couldn't include them all. Go to her Ao3 catalogue and type in Margaret Scully or William "Bill" Scully Jr. or Melissa Scully into the search bar if you don't want to miss out.]

On The Line

“What happened? Has she been shot?” There’s a rustle in the background and Mrs. Scully’s voice picks up speed. Impatience dominates her breathing and Mulder pushes his fist into his eye, hurting himself. Mrs. Scully doesn’t need to listen to his tears.

Memento Mori Mulder calls Maggie.

Things You Forget

“Hello Mrs. Scully,” Mulder says with a goofy, happy smile. Scully watches him eye Bill; there’s a flicker of recognition in his eyes, but it’s not enough. This Mulder doesn’t know her brother. Yet.

“I’m sorry, mom. Hey, Bill. There was an accident and I completely forgot to call you.”

“An accident? Are you all right?”

“I bet it was his fault,” Bill says.

Maggie, Bill, Scully, and Mulder's amnesia have dinner.

The Best Christmas Yet

He couldn't have asked for more than this. Luring her to a haunted house, disguising his desire to spend time with her over the holidays behind a romantic ghost story, was a spur-of-the-moment thing. When they got out of there and she drove off, he didn't blame her one bit. He blamed himself, though. Then she showed up here at his apartment. The book she got him is a nice touch. Having her here sleeping on his couch, however, is the real gift.

AU-- Post-HTGSC Maggie Scully combines Christmas with Mulder's Jewish traditions.

It's Just A Picture

“We need a wedding photo,” he quickly turns to Mrs. Scully. “For a case. We fly out to California tomorrow morning.”

Pre-Arcadia Mulder and Scully need a wedding photo.

Merry Christmas, Darling - Chapter 21

"Dana, come on. Admit it." It's as though she's 15 again and Melissa is pestering her about her crush.

"I admit nothing," she says, a smile creeping into her voice.

"So if I wanted to ask him out on a date you'd be okay with it?" It stings. It really stings. They'd fit well together, of course. Two peas in a pod. But the mere thought feels like a punch in her gut.

"Relax, Dana," Melissa says, laughing softly. "You should have seen your face. He's all yours."

Scully buys a tree with Mulder (and survives Melissa's teasing.)

It's A Match

“But I’m right,” she states. It’s not a question to her. She grins at him, poking his arm. “You’re in love with my little sister.”

AU-- Melissa Scully is alive, with an eagle eye for Mulder's feelings.

Angel Wings

He shouldn’t be here. The thought gnaws at him as he tosses and turns on Mrs. Scully’s couch. He knew he should have declined the invitation for Scully’s sake. Except that she was the one who asked him, her eyes soft and pleading with him.

A fluff-and-angst piece, with Mulder caught between two feuding siblings (and a destroyed ornament.)

Merry Christmas, Darling - Chapter 1

It’s just for the holidays, to fool her relatives. Oh, she’s seen how her aunts and cousins look at her now that she’s with Mulder. She expects cards and flowers once she goes public with their break-up. Or maybe they can get fake married and keep doing this. The thought makes her giddy. One ridiculous sentiment at a time, Dana, she chastises herself. When she looks at Mulder, he is grinning down at her.

Mulder and Scully pretend to be a couple for the family Christmas party.

Be Brave

They’re chatty, her children and their spouses. Only Fox and Dana are quiet, subdued. Her youngest daughter has carried this sadness around with her for far longer than Maggie thought possible.

Mulder and Scully are observed by Maggie, Bill, and Charlie at a Christmas get-together.

Christmas With the Scullys and Mistletoe Musings

“There you are.” Her mother walks out of the kitchen, drying her hands on a towel. “Oh, Fox,” she says, touching his arm. “I heard you’re not well.” A loud snort comes from the direction of the living room. Scully rolls her eyes. Bill Jr. wouldn’t dare say anything in front of their mother, no matter how much he dislikes Mulder.

“I hit my head,” Mulder says, nevertheless smiling at her mother and shaking her hand. That, however, is not enough for her. She draws him close and gives him a bear hug. “I’ll be fine, Mrs. Scully,” he says, his voice muffled.

An injured Mulder is brought home for Christmas by a determined Scully.

O Holy No

“Hey.” Mulder is convinced he’s stepped into an alternate universe. There’s Bill Jr. and instead of a greeting growl, he gets a smile. A big one. So big in fact that Mulder even wonders if that is the same Bill Jr. he’s met before.

“Hello,” he says cautiously. “I’m, um…”

“Spooky,” Bill says. “Come on in. We’ve been waiting for you.” This cannot be real. He fell asleep somewhere and never woke up. He’s dreaming. But when Bill hauls him inside and into a hug, he has to concede that this is in fact happening.

A multi-chapter with just about everything in it: jealousy and Diana Fowley, UST to RST, Maggie and Bill Scully, Christmas tree shopping in California-- the whole nine yards.

The Year of Firsts

“Happy New Year, Mrs. Scully,” he replies, glad that he’s wearing a shirt and not just his boxers. “We- this wasn’t planned.” He points to his injured arm and Mrs. Scully drops her purse on the kitchen table to examine it more closely. Like mother, like daughter.

Post-Millennium Mulder is caught in Scully's apartment.

Family Principles

"I saw you staring at me." Mulder's voice is a soft murmur as he puts his arms around her, holding her close. She must have been so lost in thought that she didn't even notice him walk over to her. "Do I have something on my face?" He nuzzles her neck, making her giggle.

"You do," she says, swatting at his hand. They may have been a couple for a while, but here, in front of everyone and her family, their public display of affection is new and she doesn't yet know how she feels about it. "You're grinning."

"I'm happy," he says simply. "Your mother throws great parties."

AU-- S9 Mulder's (and William's) first Christmas with the Scullys.

Adventures With Uncle Bill

Still holding his son on his hip, Mulder offers his hand to Bill. The other man’s handshake is strong and full of determination. Scully has assured him that Bill – much to everyone’s surprise – is amazing with children.

AU-- S9 Mulder is reluctant to let Bill Scully babysit.

Birthday Surprise

“A what?”

“A surprise birthday party.” Scully sighs, leaning her head against Mulder’s shoulder. “For you,” she adds, unnecessarily. After all, his birthday is in three days. For the first time in a while, he’s anticipating it. He could do without growing older, but this is his first birthday as a dad. It’s the first time they’re celebrating something together with William, apart from his birth.

AU-- S9 Bill decides to throw a surprise birthday party for Mulder.

William's Fox

No matter how difficult the relationship between Mulder and Bill, he’s never been anything but friendly with William. “It’s a UFO.” That gets Mulder a glance, though. He shrugs. William loves space, the stars and the universe. He’s his son, all right.

AU-- S9 William shows his art to the family.

Everything I Ever Wanted

“I wonder what he put on that list,” Scully says.

“I bet he’s asking for a sibling,” Tara says, not being subtle at all. Mulder squeezes Scully’s side, letting her know that he’s here and that she should pay no mind to Tara’s words.

AU-- the Mulder-Scully fam visit Santa Claus.

The Day I First Saw You

“It has to be this tree,” the woman - Missy, Mulder thinks - sobs and gives Langley a death glare. Mulder doubts he can even see it, considering how fogged up his glasses are by now.

“We need this tree,” Frohike says, stepping forward. It’s three against two and Mulder has never been one to fight unfair.

“Actually, we don’t,” he says, causing everyone to stare at him. The woman, the tiny, feisty one, looks him up and down as if appraising him. He wants her to like what he sees even though she’s a complete stranger.

AU-- Melissa and TLG fight over a Christmas tree (while her sister and their friend strike up a conversation.)

@o6666666's (Ao3)

AU Part 1 and AU Part 2

In the morning, she’s gone. He doesn’t know where she went. Back to the lab, he thinks, but then the weekend goes by and he hears nothing; and Maggie comes by the hospital, having heard nothing; and his mother comes; and Skinner comes, and says, She’s missing, Mulder. She left her badge and cell phone but took her gun.

A week passes. He has a hard time getting up in the mornings. The hospital staff does not discuss discharging him; they do not even think about it.

“Scully,” he mumbles to Scully’s mother, who has come to pray over him while she thinks he’s sleeping. She pats his head.

It’s alright, Fox. Go on to sleep.

And She hasn’t come back.

AU-- S4 Mulder has cancer instead.

Untitled — Hc: Maggie Scully adores Mulder

“Could I put Fox on the phone please?”

“I am trying to set up this… television, cable box thing. Before The Bachelor.”

“Before The Bachelor?”

“Yes, Dana. The Bachelor. Stop repeating me. I am trying to watch it with Tara—”

“Tara’s on the west coast, Mom. You could just watch it on the computer, or record it, there’s no rush, and regardless, The Bachelor is—”

“Dana, this is lovely. And I can assure you, as the feminist mother who raised you, that I know just what The Bachelor is and isn’t. But could you put Fox on the phone please?”

Scully opens her mouth, then shuts it. And passes the phone to Mulder, who smirks.

Maggie loves chatting with her daughter's partner.

AU where nothing went wrong after existence

“I don’t know why you two waited so long to get him christened!” Scully’s aunt Olive bounces William on her sizable bosom, beaming.

“We were just getting settled,” Scully says politely.

“Oh right,” Aunt Olive winks, honing in on Scully’s brand spankin’ new engagement ring.

AU-- Post-Existence Mulder keeps fishing for another baby.

@television-overload's beautiful

“Well, it’s just—Dana mentioned something earlier about wishing she had her makeup on, and I wondered… You know, her strength isn’t what it usually is, so I thought maybe I could—”

Maggie’s hands wrap around his forearm, halting his rambling speech. He looks up to see tears glistening in her eyes, and she nods in understanding.

Redux II Mulder, Maggie, and Bill revolve around Scully's bedside.

@settle-down-frohike's

Missing Scenes and hospital

Fresh from weeping at her bedside, the gaze he casts upward at Maggie is swollen and inflamed with grief. He dare not speak lest the offering of a maternal comfort open the floodgates. She spares him any sort of pity, instead clasping his left hand between both of hers, the brush of her thumb over his ring finger anything but subtle.

Her face is cast upward towards Mary, and her eyes are closed.

“I feel the need to apologize, for my son.” 

Redux II Mulder's grief is inconsolable.

"He's pampering me, let him be."

Dana Scully is not one to be placated. Or babied.  Spoiling her requires a certain finesse--strategic enough so as not to be blatant; intuitive enough, though, that the pampering comes not from extravagance, but by the surreptitious gathering of knowledge of her carefully guarded indulgencess: soft clean sheets, a stack of medical journals hot off the press, Godiva ice cream, the salty humid air from a beach balcony, crisp, buttered asparagus, and Mulder, to name a few.

The last of these luxuries is currently failing at wiping burnt butter grease from her formerly spotless countertop when Scully, fresh from the hospital, comes wobbling in arm-in-arm with her mother, who’s exasperated expression at the unfamiliar acrid smell of the place is written clearly across her face.

Post-Tithonus Maggie is exasperated with her daughter's partner.

Susan Proto's Barbecue Series 01 - Birthday Barbecue

I watch as she follows Mom down the small flight of stairs and runs into the arms of her nephews, Daniel and Matthew, and niece, Briana. Her face lights up from the sheer joy of seeing these children surround her with their hugs and kisses.

Then I see Charlie and Billy rise from their seats and walk over to her. She tries to untangle herself from the embraces of the children in order to give them a proper greeting, but gives up and simply reaches over the little ones' heads and embraces her brothers in a hug.

Karen and Tara soon take their husbands' places, and I watch the women greet one another warmly. Some minutes pass by when I hear my name spoken aloud.

"Hey, Dana? Ya finally did us all a favor and left Mulder at home?"

How is it Bill Scully, Jr. can manage to make me feel about as valuable as the soil a potted plant sits in?

AU-- In this multi-part series, S5 Mulder is whooshed into the Scully family's traditions.

Malibusunset's

All That is Dark and Bright 

He finally dials Maggie Scully, who happens to be back at home on the east coast. It’s very late there and it’s obvious he wakes her.

“They’re at the hospital. Dana didn’t reach you?”

“I’ve been on a plane for six hours. There was no note at the hotel.”

AU-- Emily lives, Mulder proposes, and Scully marries him (for love and custody.) It's a long but committed battle towards family.

Terra Firma

"What time is everybody getting here?"

"My mother, Bill, Tara and the boys? Five. Charlie and Michelle? Who knows. Their flight gets in at four fifteen and they're renting a car."

"And who are their offspring again?"

She tossed him an impatient look. "Timothy and Andrew."

"And Bill and Tara have Matt and-"

"Connor. He's the littlest, besides William. And then she's pregnant again. Five months, I think."

"Good grief. You're telling me there'll be five little boys under the age of eight in this house tonight?"

"Seven," she sighed, returning to the bathroom to finish her makeup.

AU-- Post-Existence Mulder gets out of the car, settling down into an existence of family man and author. Both (former) agents work through the ebbs and flows of parenthood, married life, holidays, and unexpected danger, together.

incidental's Keep It All the Year

“Long time no see,” he said, smiling down at her. She wiped her eyes on the back of her hand, nodding her head with a watery chuckle.

“Yeah, I’d say,” she said. He nodded, a little sadness creeping into his features, but he banished it with a head shake before looking up at Mulder.

“Husband?” he asked. They both shook their heads.

“Friend,” Mulder responded, offering Charlie his hand to shake.

Disaster follows S6 Mulder and Scully out to California: between Bill Scully and Diana Fowley (and Charlie's distance), the duo juggle an armful over Christmas.

JET/Jesemie Evil Twin's (mulderscreek) Small Lives Awake (WBM)

Slow Dance, IL, Charlie's latest zip code, has a thriving town square and a county seat courthouse with nuns on the front steps, ringing brass hand bells.

S7 Scully invites her partner to Charlie's (where she stumbles across an x-file.)

@monikafilefan's Christmas Cookies and Fake Fiancés

“Oh this song is my favorite,” Margaret says wistfully. Scully smiles, watching her mother sway fondly to Frank Sinatra. “Your father would play this for me over the phone when he was out to sea. We would both close our eyes and pretend to dance together under the mistletoe. I’d give anything to have that again,” she whispers. 

“Oh, Mom…” Scully swallows, her throat tight. She runs a comforting hand down her mother’s arm and is about to offer up an early ride home and company by the hearth, when Mulder steps forward.

“Mrs. Scully?” He holds out his hand, palm up, beckoning her teary-eyed mother with nothing but utmost respect. “I know it's not the same but… would you like to dance?”

Scully pretends to be engaged (to Mulder) to get a suitor off her back.

Jen's (mulderscreek) Christmas Eve & Airports and Christmas & Mrs. Scully's House

"Anyway, want to come? Show the kids how far their Aunt Dana can throw a rock," he teased.

"I can't Charlie. Mulder's upstairs sick and I have to check on him and bring him this-"

"Dana, go with your brother. You'll have fun with the kids. I can take that up to Fox and watch him for you. You yourself said he'll be fine." Maggie had taken the plate out of Dana's hands and had grabbed her coat.

Scully brings a very sick Mulder to her family's Christmas.

@skelavender's you are in love

“What exactly is it you two do? Dana is always so vague.”

“Unexplained phenomena, certain cold cases. Stuff no one else understands or wants to touch.”

“Like what?”

Mulder takes a deep breath and racks his brain for an example of a recent case that isn’t, well, a global conspiracy that involved Mulder ending up in a gulag, or the trauma from his sister’s abduction. Mulder might not have a ton of experience with nice Christmas dinners, but those don’t seem like appropriate topics. “A couple months ago we investigated possible witchcraft in a plastic surgery unit.”

“Witches?” Bill exclaims. Okay, maybe none of their work is appropriate for Christmas dinner. “Dana, you’re putting your life on the line for witches ?”

Mulder and Scully, secretly married (for convenience), join her family for the holidays.

bluesamutra's

una via

Mulder’s mouth flaps a couple times before he can form a sentence. “That must’ve been an interesting conversation.” Scully smirks, shrugging.

“Your Mom’s ok with that?” he presses when she doesn’t elaborate. He already feels a little hot under the collar at the prospect of sharing a bed for two nights.

“Missy was born December 1962. My parents were married in November ’62.” She glances at him but mostly keeps her eyes on the snow-covered road ahead. “Do the math.”

“Huh.”

‘Huh,” she agrees.

Mulder and Scully spend their first Christmas as a couple with her family, there for each other when a crisis suddenly pops up.

On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres

“He’s a little out of sorts,” Scully apologizes, rifling through the Buick-sized diaper bag they travel nowhere without to find a teething ring.  “He didn’t nap properly.”  Mulder notices she leaves out the part about how hard it is to nod off with a Stryker saw whirring away in the background.

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll cheer up now you’re here!” Maggie enthuses, lavishing kisses and tickles, and reluctantly William cracks a half smile.  “See, there we go!  Who’s Grandma’s clever boy?!  Yes, you are!”

AU-- Mulder has secret plans for William's first Christmas.

@tatooedlaura-blog/tatooedlaura/Laura Sprys​’s

Life (Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4)

Why they had to use the hammock in the first place was comedy enough but watching them try to get in there had been priceless, at least according to Maggie, who spied on them until she knew they weren’t going to either kill themselves or each other.

AU-- Mulder and Scully's life branches off from canon (reunions, abductions, family, and children.)

Always Been Yours

Mulder's sleep was interrupted by what he finally figured out to be a quiet knocking on the front door. Extrication his arms from the still sleeping Scully, he padded down the hall and opened the door with a yawn, "yeah?"

The taller, red-haired man standing there seemed a bit taken back but he recovered quickly and stuck out his hand, "you're Mulder right?"

Rubbing his head with one hand, he shook with the other, "that's right. Who are you?"

"Sorry. I'm Charles Scully, Dana's brother."

AU-- Maggie dies in a car accident.

@cecilysass's Pause (Ao3)

Her mother’s voice is calm, but Scully notices that her hand, as she lifts her coffee cup to take a sip, is shaking slightly. She doesn’t even want to look at Mulder across the table. In her peripheral vision she sees his head angled downward.

“You were leaving my house to drive over here. You and Fox… had somewhere to be in the afternoon.” Maggie’s voice wavers a little now, too. “You were worried about being back in time.”

Abruptly, Mulder stands up, his chair scooting back with a screech.

“Fox,” Maggie says soothingly. “Fox, it’s okay. She’s right here. Eat breakfast.”

AU-- S7 Scully is returned a year after her disappearance, pregnant and without memories past Fight the Future.

misslucyjane/Jenna Tooms (mulderscreek) An Acceptable Level of Happiness (site)

"I want them to love you," I say, holding Malcolm tight. "I want them to think that you're wonderful and perfect. I don't want to have to choose between my family and you--"

"Scully!" He raises his eyebrows, looking both puzzled and amused. "Choosing between us? What is this? So I may not get along with some people I see once a year, so what? It's not the first time. And they love you, that's what's important." He grins. "And they will love Malcolm. We know that for sure."

That's true enough. My family is ga-ga for babies.

AU-- Post-Requiem Scully and Mulder (and baby Malcolm) continue to take slow, healing steps through the holidays.

@aloysiavirgata's (Ao3)

By Falling In And In

Charlie and Bill enter the house just after ten. Their wives are chatting in the living room, where Jane is teaching Matthew how to play Five Card Stud. William and Simon are setting the table while Scully cuts up a pineapple. Mulder is making scrambled eggs.

"Hey," Charlie says, setting several large brown paper bags on the counter. "We didn't know what people wanted, so we got everything."

"Four kinds of cream cheese," Bill adds, placing two bags next to the others. "And two dozen bagels."

AU-- Mulder, Scully, and William navigate his powers, her family, and their life together (as Colonization looms ominously on the horizon.)

@laurencem's all I want (Ao3)

Will raises a single inquisitive eyebrow. “What sins, Mom?”

Scully rolls her eyes, smiling. “Ignore him. I was a model of propriety, thank you very much.”

“Says the girl who pretended to know nothing about baseball just to get into Marcus Warren’s pants.” Charlie raises the glass to his lips, lowering it again at the look that passes between his sister and her other half. “What?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me.” Mulder tips back in his chair, shaking his head melodramatically. “You have got to be kidding me.”

AU-- William, his girlfriend, and Uncle Charlie stop by for Christmas.

Violetta_Valery's bittersweetness of pie

Mulder never noticed there was blood oozing from his nose into his beard from when the door hit. He is numb again, staring a bit lost between the two people staring back, and he only returns to the moment when he feels Scully’s hands on his cheek, holding him still while she presses a bunch of paper napkins to stop the bleeding. She guides him to sit in their booth, him by her side while she still holds the napkins, Charlie opposite them. He can tell by her touch she’s not angry at the rampant, but rather frustrated. Disappointed, maybe, and worried.

“Man, I never thought this is how I’d finally get to meet you!”

“I’m uh… I just came here for pie.”

“Mom’s talked so much about you. She actually misses you badly, man!” the remark earns Charlie a warning stare from Scully, but that doesn’t seem to bother him the least “Probably as much as Danes here!”

Pre-Revival Mulder sees Scully out with another man.

@maybe-its-beyond-words/Alex_Beckett's The X-Files 2024 Christmas Treasury

Margaret ‘Maggie’ Scully knew all her children very well. 

But especially her daughters. They were two peas in a pod. To that end, both of Maggie’s daughters thought alike. Sometimes more than they realized. What amused Maggie the most was that they had both recently confided in her about the same thing. Even separately. 

It happened that Maggie's daughters were both fond of the same person.

Fox W. Mulder.

Post-S11 Mulder and Scully look back on their years together: the hard times endured and happy endings achieved (and the family history not yet shared.)

BONUS

@touchstoneaf's Amor Fati: The Fated Love

In dark of night, after the Gunmen had buried themselves in a corner with the laptop and Skinner had gone to the other room to make his evening ablutions, Maggie beckoned the two former agents over to the couch with her free hand.  The other had been pinned when Will had fallen asleep in his Nana’s arms.  Approaching, they peered over the back of the sofa to view the limp toddler, undone by exhaustion and the combined impact of five new minds in one small space.  He was fully snoring right now, around a hand jammed into a slack, rosebud mouth.  His tousled, ginger head dangled from the back of his grandmother’s forearm like a heavy growth as Maggie met their eyes over the little boy’s sauce-speckled face.

AU-- S9 Scully and William join Mulder on the run, dodging super soldiers and interested factions while working on a plan to halt Colonization.

CONCLUSION

Other rec lists which include Scully fam fics (posts here):

"Domestic" Slice of Life (Part I), "Domestic" Slice of Life (Part II), and “Domestic” Slice of Life (Part III)

Mulder’s Early or Late Birthdays (Angst)

Thanksgivings Are Better Twofold 

Flying for Christmas ta

MSR Kicks Platonic Valentine’s to the Curb

S9 Mulder Stays or Returns While the Mytharc Barrels On

Celebrating Passover and Easter 

Injured but In-Charge Scully

Post Tithonus Mother Hen Mulder

IVF Successes

IVF Success, Addendum

Mulder, Scully, and Courthouse Weddings

Bill Scully, MSR, and Pain (Part I) 

randomfoggytiger’s Comfort Fics 

Unseasoned Agents-- Early Love and Miraculous Do-Overs

Mulder, Scully, and Childhood AUs

Thanks for reading~

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. 

@swinging-stars-from-satellites/bravest_person_in_Wonderland’s 

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.)  

CONCLUSION

And there you have it!

Thanks for reading~