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Still my favourite novel ever. Beautifully written, gut wrenching, super hot. A great recommendation.

🥏 TXF Fic Rec #17: "When the Ink Dries" by somekindofseizure

Today’s fic is something on a different level: gorgeous, sexy, and decadent. It was a wild ride and it blew me away.

It’s a crossover fic with the 2010s crime series The Fall in which Gillian Anderson starred as Detective Stella Gibson (you don’t need to watch that show to appreciate this fic).

I love post–“Never Again” stories. No fic explores the tension and hurt boiling under the lid, and the themes raised in that episode more thoroughly and better than this one. It’s a novel-length post-ep in which Ed Jerse’s case is never far from the emotional center.

@somekindofseizure’s exquisite prose and characterization are among the finest in the fandom. I found myself rereading every three sentences as I couldn’t believe how awesome the writing was.

On top of that, mix in Stella, a force of her own, forming an intriguing three-way relationship with our duo. Tons of UST, angst, and one of the hottest sex scenes ever. The first three chapters are a work of art, giving you the magical buzz that only top-quality narrative can deliver.

The first nine chapters are a self-contained story that starts after “Never Again” and concludes with M/S RST. The rest is set years later with a depressed Mulder and William-induced angst. I prefer the first part. It’s among my favorites and one of the masterpieces you cannot miss.

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author: @somekindofseizure length: epic, 140,000+ words season: season 4, 4x13 Never Again pairing(s): M/S UST to RST, Scully/Stella, Mulder/Stella tags: crossover, episode-related, angst, smut, jealousy rating: explicit/NC-17

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Could you write something in which Scully tells Mulder she's pregnant in the afterglow? Thank you!!!!

In all of your 37 years of life you have never known sheer, delirious bliss such as this.

Your body is limp, your heart full, your mind clear. Your skin is misty with perspiration, your nerves still tingling with faint echoes of pleasure, your muscles aching and sore with joyous exertion. You lay with your head tucked perfectly into the crook of his shoulder as he drifts his fingertips up and down the length of your spine. Slowly. Thoughtfully. Silently. Basking in post-sex haze with Mulder almost borders on something sacred.

You chance a glance at him, dozing peacefully beside you. You can tell by his breathing that he’s not asleep, his hands still caressing your body lovingly. You press a downy kiss to his slackened lips, his eyelids fluttering open at the tender contact. You give him a small, shy smile and he grins dopily in return—he’s so beautifully, impossibly handsome and your chest is pained with loving him.

Every little thing in this moment feels so effortlessly good…you know now is the time.

“Mulder…” you nuzzle your lips against the cool swirl of his ear, your next words whispered on a breathless hush, “…I’m pregnant.”

There’s a heavy, lingering pause in the air, long enough that for a fraction of a second you’re afraid he might not have heard. But then he shifts beneath you, draws away to look at you, and you’re struck by the intensity of his gaze. There is so much love, so much fear in those fervent mosslike eyes that it clenches your heart. He slowly reaches out with a trembling hand, his calloused palm cupping your cheek with more reverence than you thought possible.

“What did you say?” He croaks quietly, and you’re astonished to hear what might resemble threatened tears lingering in the back of his throat. Reassuringly you clasp his wrist, gently stroking the tendons beneath his silken skin with your thumb.

“I had my annual health assessment about a week ago,” you fall back on your tried and true modus operandi—logically presenting facts, “My bloodwork came back indicating I’m almost three months pregnant. I had it confirmed…I’m pregnant, Mulder. I’m going to have a baby.” You swallow, steeling yourself, “���Your baby.” As if you need to clarify. As if you two haven’t been making love exclusively for the past six months like your lives depended on it…or at least like you were making up for lost time.

He stares at you for a beat longer and you watch as his gaze darts back and forth across your face. To your immense shock his expression nearly crumples before you, his eyes glassy with immediate tears. You open your mouth, sucking in the breath required to ask if this is bad news, if this is something he no longer wants to be a part of despite his adamant conversation with you many months back. But then you are in his arms, and he’s holding you so tightly, so fiercely as he husks out your name. He clutches at you, squeezing you the hardest you’ve ever been squeezed, and you can feel him trembling as you grip him back.

“Oh God, Scully,” he shudders, his voice thick with moisture, “Oh God.”

He messily kisses you, his breath catching in his throat as he attempts to repress a sob. His clear, palpable joy permits you to express your own and you laugh amidst your own gathering tears. This wasn’t supposed to happen, it wasn’t able to happen, and you scarcely dare to believe it now. You both are celebrating the rebirth of something you’d once thought lost.

“We’ll talk,” you promise, your fingertips against his lips as you sense the millions of questions you can feel bursting out from within him, “We’ll talk, I just want to bask in this tonight.” He nods wordlessly, tears still glittering in his eyes and he chases your fingers with a kiss. He presses his big hand carefully over the smoothness of your stomach and breathes your name.

Eventually you will drift to sleep in his arms, certain of the fact that he will not let you go for even a moment tonight, his large capable hands resting over the space of a womb that now cradles a child conceived in love.

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Fanfic has truly enriched my life. This conversation was such a thrill. And Fathoms Five is devastatingly good. Oh I said I would put this in the ‘show notes’. I don’t know if there is such a thing but here you go.

deleted scenes: https://penumbra23.livejournal.com/2009/07/21/

AFP S3E02...

In a prequel to our first Darkest Timeline episode join hosts @slippinmickeys and @scullymakesmefeelautopsyturvy and their special guest @mashnotesofthemythopoeic for a deep, deep dive into the oft controversial fic, Fathoms Five.

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Fathoms Five by @mashnotesofthemythopoeic

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Untitled Bill Scully Jr by @somekindofseizure

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Sorry if this would’ve been more appropriate in a message, I’m new on tumblr and still learning the etiquette!

I just came across your reading of When the Ink Dries on AFP and I wanted to reach out to say how utterly brilliant it is. I absolutely love this story, one of the best characterisations of Scully & Stella I’ve ever read and by god, I’ve read a lot of fic over the years 😜.

But what you bring with the reading takes it to another level. Your flow is beautiful, absolutely love the humanity you bring to each of the character voices, especially Stella.

Honestly, I’m just in awe.

Thank you so much for putting the effort in on this, I can only imagine how much work must be involved.

Blue x

First of all I’m the last person to treat as an authority on tumblr. I literally joined so I could follow @somekindofseizure and @mashnotesofthemythopoeic and that’s about it.

Second of all thank you so much; it is so kind of you to take time out of your day and make the effort to come here and send me such lovely compliments.

I cannot praise When The Ink Dries enough, so do feel free to spam my inbox with your thoughts on what those in the know think of as the Stella/Scully bible. I’m available 24/7 to discuss it.

And lastly Rachel at @audiofanficpod has been organised enough to sort all the podcasts by narrator so if you haven’t found it already I have a playlist over at soundcloud collating everything I’ve done so far. Currently working in the slowest possible fashion on Fathoms Five.

Thank you, Blue, for being so kindhearted as to brighten my day by stroking my ego xxx

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Women In Uniform | DSI Stella Gibson

      ↳ The Fall (2x01)

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What’s your HC for if Scully got transferred to Utah anyways after the events of FTF?

1. He’s so depressed he gets angry, and he barely says goodbye.

2. He makes it six days. Then, in a drunken stupor almost forty-eight hours old, he gets in his car and drives. He’s in Pennsylvania—and only blessedly alive—before the tequila wears off. He’s all sweaty. What are you doing, man? he thinks. But then: he knows just what he’s doing. And he’s not going to stop. Fox Mulder is going to get his woman, and he is not resting until he reaches her.

Years later, when an astronaut drives 900 miles from Houston to Orlando to attack her romantic rival—wearing diapers so as not to stop—Scully will poke him in the chest and mouth, “You.”

3. In line for sunflower seeds and a water bottle at a gas station off I-80 in Nebraska, Mulder watches a little girl take her dog to pee on the grassy median. Soon her daddy comes to hold the leash. He remembers the part in When Harry Met Sally when Meg Ryan says “I spy a family.” Scully cried at that part. He tosses the seeds back on the nearest shelf and steals the water bottle. He doesn’t have time for the line. He has somewhere to be.

4. Back in the car, he hears his heartbeat in his ears, as if he left the window down on the highway. Buhbuhbuhbuh. Scully’s face in the rain. Her great crow of a laugh. Looming closer to him the hallway; closer; closer; closer.

Her hummingbird heartbeat against his palm in the Sno-Cat, how she’d shoved his hand into her coat to make him feel it. “See?” she’d slurred, and shot him this drunken smile. He remembers her cold breast.

A week later he’d called her a coward. He’d thought of her face in the hallway, how she’d almost swooned. He’d yelled at her, and he hadn’t said goodbye.

5. To reiterate, he smells. I mean, really, he reeks. This is what he’s doing—sniffing his own armpit in dismay—when he rear-ends Scully in her own parking lot.

“Mulder?” She’s out of her car pretty darn quick, standing on the asphalt with wide eyes, looking hurt. His seatbelt’s locked, and she seems to be deciding whether or not to help him out of it.

“Shit,” he calls, getting his bearings. “I’m sorry!”

Finally, he frees himself.

“S’this your new place?” he asks once standing, and swipes a hand through his hair.

Scully regards him from five feet away, arms crossed over her chest. She looks from Mulder to the sad stucco condo behind her and her chin starts to wobble.

“What are you doing here?”

He swallows, shrugs. “Came to getcha.”

She starts to cry.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. She comes to him in a rush, closing the distance between them with a hug that knocks him off his balance. When he looks down at her frizzy head he sees her at twenty-eight.

He picks her up so she can put her head properly on his shoulder. So her little sneakers dangle inches from the ground. “You stink,” she sniffs.

He palms the back of her head. “I was in a hurry.”

“Why did you drive here?”

“I maxed out my credit cards,” he says—because he did, what with the private charter to Antarctica and the grand theft Sno-Cat—and when she laughs he feels liberated, at least a little, from the guilt that’s sickened him for days. “I’m so sorry,” he tells her again, for letting her go.

“S’okay,” she squeaks. She dissolves a little more and grips him tight, now with her legs around his middle. She grabs onto his ears and pulls back to look at him. “Don’t you ever drive drunk again,” she orders, and smacks him hard on the bicep.

Her face is teary and flushed.

He wipes her nose for her, then wipes that on his pants. He brushes her cheeks with the back of his hand. “I won’t,” he whispers. “I promise.”

“Will you come home with me?” he asks, and he means: be my wife, be anything, but quit the bureau and stay.

He thinks she’ll be a scientist. He thinks she’ll win the Nobel Prize.

She curls around his shoulders and nods against his neck.

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First Time For Everything Chapters 29 & 30 by @admiralty-xfd

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Well, Merry Christmas, Darlings! Especially to our goddess and saviour, @somekindofseizure 🎄❤️

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Kevin & Devin are baaccck...

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