#fictober2022

[baronessblixen]

Mulder says yes when asked if he's the husband in order to stay with scully....go

Together with this prompt: Scully wakes up in Empedocles to see Mulder laying his head on her bed holding her hand. She asks how he managed to get in her room. He replies, “Well we might be married now.” Set in "Empedocles", obviously.

Fictober Day 11 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,224

Everything Will Be Just Fine

“Who are you? The husband?” Mulder makes his decision in a split second, looking at the ER nurse, seeing Scully being wheeled away from him. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Agent Doggett rush toward them. What is that guy even doing here? It doesn’t matter. What matters is Scully and that one question. Who is he, really?

“Yes,” he says, hoping she won’t have time to check Scully’s paperwork. “I’m her husband. I’m the- the-” How easy it is to lie about being married to Scully, and how difficult it is to spell out the true words. Who he is. To her, to the child she’s carrying. Who might be in danger.

It’s enough; the nurse pushes him through the double doors and into a whole new world before Doggett can speak to him.

Mulder’s only job in the ER is to hold Scully’s hand while they work on her. He picks up a few things here and there, not understanding much. Scully is the medical doctor, and she’s just lying there, with her eyes closed.

“You’re going to be okay,” Mulder mumbles, half to himself.

“You’re here,” she says weakly, trying to turn her head to look at him, but then another nurse steps in between them, making him let go of her hand.

“Sir, you better wait over there.” She points to the corner. “We need to make sure your wife and baby are okay.”

With one last look at Scully, who’s anxiously staring at the monitor, Mulder does what he’s told. He stuffs his hands into his coat pockets, feeling useless. He watches the doctors take care of Scully, talking to her. He sees her nod. Was that a smile on her face? He wants to know what’s going on, too. Later, he’ll ask her and she’ll explain it to him. Once they know the baby is fine.

The baby.

He’s seen it before. There were several sonograms pinned to Scully’s fridge. He observed every single one of them. Then, one night, he found one in his own bedroom. He stared at it for a long while, his finger tracing the tiny shadows again and again until tears fell from his eyes.

But today is the first time he’s really seeing it. Over there on the monitor is the baby – their baby – and its heart is beating. One beat after another, never stopping. Their baby is tough. Mulder finds himself drawn to it, wanting closer. Needing to make sure this is real.

“Your baby is okay, Mr. Scully,” a nurse says and he needs a moment to understand that she’s talking to him. Mr. Scully – that’s him. He’ll change his name, be anyone, if he gets to be here.

“My- my wife?” The word should feel wrong from his lips, but it doesn’t. Not even a little bit. It comes easily to him, like the most normal thing in the world.

“We’ll put her up in a room now. Everything is going to be okay,” the nurse says with a smile, and Mulder is so overwhelmed with relief that he almost hugs her.

*

He doesn’t know what they gave Scully to sleep, but it must have been the good drugs. What is it about them and hospitals? They’ve spent half a lifetime between bad cafeteria coffee and uncomfortable hospital chairs. His heart hasn’t quite caught up yet.

They’re going to be fine.

The doctor confirmed it again when Mulder walked into Scully’s room, now set up more comfortably. She was fast asleep, her head rolled to the side, just the way she’s been sleeping lately. The sight of her filled him with love. Lately, she’s falling asleep everywhere, her head falling against his shoulder more often than he’s used to. He wants to get used to it. Mulder wants to hold her hand through all of it, the good and the bad.

That’s why he’s still here, hours later. Scully hasn’t woken up once. Skinner has called him a few times and he’s told him in no uncertain terms that he won’t go anywhere until Scully wakes up. Exhausted himself, he rests his head on her bed, right next to her arm. Just for a moment. He closes his eyes, and listens to her even breathing. It’s always been his favorite lullaby.

“Mulder? Is that you?” Fingers run gently but uncoordinated through his hair.

“Hm? Scully? Hey, you’re awake.” He lifts his head to look into her droopy face. He’s never been more in love with her. “How are you feeling? Do you remember anything?”

“A little bit… the baby,” she says, putting a hand on her stomach.

“The baby is fine,” Mulder assures her, putting his own hand next to hers. “The doctor said you had a partial abruption. You’ll know better what that means.”

She nods and says, “I do. I guess they’ll monitor me for a while but we’ll be… we’ll be fine.” She poses it as a statement, but he sees the question in her eyes, the hint of uncertainty. He takes her hand into his, entwines their fingers, and kisses her knuckles.

“You’re going to be just fine. The both of you. Trust me, I pestered every nurse and doctor.” They smile at each other.

“Do I want to know how you convinced them to let you stay with me?”

“Well,” he says, clearing his throat. “We might be married now.”

“What?” Scully asks, smiling in disbelief. How he missed that smile. He doesn’t want to spend another moment without seeing it.

“It’s family only,” he explains. “The nurse asked if I was the husband and I-”

“You said yes.”

“I did. You’re not mad, are you?”

“I’m too tired and too drugged to be mad. But no, Mulder, of course, I’m not mad. I’m happy you’re here.” She squeezes his hand. From the looks of it, he won’t have much time with her before she falls back asleep. Any questions he might have wanted to ask will have to wait. There will be a right time for all of it.

“I saw our baby,” he says, awe-struck. “I saw its heartbeat.”

“Hmm,” Scully hums sleepily, her eyes closing, but her lips are curled upwards in a soft smile. “Maybe,” she trails off, her voice slow. He watches her, blinking slowly, fully prepared to not hear the end of her sentence. Then she surprises him, his Scully. “Maybe you can come to my next appointment. Husband or not,” she says without opening her eyes.

“I’d love that.”

“But first,” she says with a sigh. “First I want to have a pizza.”

He laughs, his eyes filling with tears. His Scully. Their baby. They’ll all be just fine.

“I think we can arrange that.”

#fictober2022 #i wanted to write angst today and look what happened #but i've been wanting to write this for ages! #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[astridncs]

The Best Day Ever

-a little bit late oops-

Fictober 2022  — Day 8: Mulder and William have a day-out ; tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 ; also on AO3

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“You sure you guys will be alright?” Scully asked for probably the third time already.

“Yes, Scully, we’ll be fine.” Mulder reassured her. “Right, buddy?” he asked turning to their four-year-old who was already bouncing off the walls with energy.

“Yeth, Daddy!” William exclaimed. He was all smiles and excitement that Scully couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Alright, but you have to promise Mommy that you’ll be good for Daddy.” Scully said, getting down to William’s level.

William nodded his head eagerly before saying, “I pwomise, Mommy.” He had a serious look on his face that Mulder would swear made him look so much alike Scully.

“Okay, well, you guys have fun, alright?” she said. “But not too much fun.” She added, looking up to Mulder who just winked back.

“Give Mommy a big hug, buddy.” Mulder instructed William.

William softly lunged himself into Scully’s arms and she engulfed him with a hug and tons of kisses that made him giggle loudly. It was one of the sounds that made Scully’s heart soar with so much love.

“I love you, both.” She said, pressing a kiss on William’s cheek before standing up and kissing Mulder on the lips.

“And we love you too.” Mulder told her, pressing another kiss on her lips.

Scully walked them to the car, made sure they all had their stuff packed – food, first aid kit, bicycles – yes, bicycles. They were going to a trail that Mulder reassured her was safe for the both of them. She trusts him so much that she doesn’t seem to worry.

She watched her boys drive away, waving back at William who was waving to her from his booster seat and blowing her kisses. When they were out of sight, she went back inside and wondered what to do having the whole house to herself for the next couple of hours.

continue on AO3

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[jerzwriter]

A Quite Carrick Halloween

FICTOBER 2022 - DAY 1 - "I CHOSE YOU."

Fic Type:             Fanfic

Fandom:             Choices – Open Heart (Post Series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Holiday Fluff

Summary:           It's their first Halloween with baby Samantha, and they're wrapped in sugary sweet domestic bliss - but with these two, there's always a side of something extra. 🎃

Words:                1465

A/N:                     This was based on a prompt ask from this list.  “imagine your OTP handing out candies in amusing couple costumes.” I think I went a little “cuter” than amusing, but Tobias & Casey pack their own amusement into every event, as you’ll see 😊 I am participating in @choicesmonthlychallenge Spooktober - Candy / @fictober-event - day 1 - "I choose you" - and @choicesficwriterscreations Naugty & Nice Event - "Want to see what I turn into at midnight."

CHARACTERS BELONG TO PIXELBERRY STUDIOS

It was the perfect Halloween day. The sun was shining brightly in a clear blue sky, and the air was crisp, though not yet cold. There may have been more leaves on the Boston streets than on its trees, but those that remained scattered on branches helped paint a beautiful fall scene.  

Casey stepped outside and paused on their townhome’s top step. Tossing her head back and shutting her eyes, she took a deep breath until the cool autumn air filled her lungs. A genuine, joyful smile spread on her lips as memories of Halloweens from her younger days flooded her mind. The memories were precious, but the future was even more dear. A new mother herself, she was about to create new ones with her own baby girl, and she couldn't have asked for a more perfect day to start. 

She sat on the steps, smoothing her royal blue dress and placing the large bowl of candy on top of her lap. It wasn't her first choice of costume. But not having a family costume on their first Halloween as a family was not an option. Tobias had been calling Samantha pumpkin practically since conception, so her costume was a given, but her parent’s choice was not so simple.

"I got it!" He ran into the kitchen exuberantly. "Peanuts! Charlie Brown. Lucy. DONE! Sammy is the Great Pumpkin. It's perfect!"

"Sammy is a generic pumpkin, honey, not the Great Pumpkin. Besides, Lucy was so… mean in that show. Do you think I'm mean?"

"Well…” he smirked, “you do have your days."  He pulled away before she smacked his shoulder. He then wrapped his arms around her waist and lavished her neck with ticklish kisses. The rest of the night was spent doing things they had to be careful about if they didn't want Sammy's sibling on the way.

Casey never came up with a better idea, and that’s how she ended up sitting here in her blue dress and Mary Janes, eagerly awaiting her husband and daughter’s arrival.

Tobias was simply bubbling over, more animated than the character he was supposed to be. Decked out in his bright yellow shirt with a black zig-zag and matching shorts, he beamed from ear to ear as he spoke jibberish to the bouncing baby pumpkin on his hip. Casey's heart filled with joy watching them, but she couldn't help but chuckle.

"What?" he queried, quickly turning back to Sammy with a sing-song voice. "What? What's Mommy laughing at Sammy? Do you think she's laughing at you or me?"

"Oh, you," she assured. "A thousand times you!"

"Gee, thanks, babe!”

"It's not bad. I'm just thinking it wasn't too long ago that you were this playboy doctor. Mr. Non-Commitment and never settling down,” she joked. “Halloween activities were probably far more naughty than nice then… but now look at you. You're a natural. It's like you were born for this life."

"Well, maybe that's because I was," he said, sitting next to her and meeting her lips with a warm, tender kiss. "I just needed to find the one who could make it feel like a gift instead of a prison. I knew it was you the moment you came along and, well… when deciding between my old life and you, it was a no-brainer. I chose you."

"Awww," she giggled, snuggling close to his side. "That is so sweet. I'd say you were trying to butter me up for those naughty favors later… but then again, you know I'm a sure thing."

"Casey!" He exclaimed with feigned anger. "In front of the baby?"

"She doesn't understand us yet," she winked as her husband shook his head in bemusement.

"And this is just one reason I love you. But while Sammy may not understand yet," he pointed a few doors away, "those kids will. Now let's behave, baby girl; it's time to hand out some candy!"

Within minutes their steps were overtaken by neighborhood children. Sammy clung to her Daddy’s t-shirt, thoroughly unimpressed with the strange children, but her parents were another story. Tobias & Casey excitedly greeted each child, inquiring about their costumes as they dropped candy into their sacks. Witches, ghosts, a princess, a baseball player or two, the Carricks made a fuss over each and every one. 

The day was winding down when a little girl showed up with her mother.

“Trick or treat,” she said with a soft voice. 

Casey beamed as Tobias informed her that he knew she was Casey’s favorite costume of the day. Blue scrubs, a white lab coat, and a stethoscope on her neck. 

"Oh my goodness!" Casey squealed. "You’re a doctor! Do you want to be a doctor when you grow up?”

The girl's dark curls bounced around her face as she nodded. Shyness getting the better of her, she moved against her mother’s leg.

“That’s all she talks about,” her mom grinned. “I used to think it was a passing phase, but now I’m starting to think I should save up for med school!”

“That’s not the worst idea,” Casey smiled, squatting down to talk to the child at her level. “Hey, you know I’m a doctor, and my husband here is a doctor, too. I think you will make a wonderful doctor one day.” 

Pleased with the little girl's bright smile, Casey turned to Tobias. “Hon, give her a little extra candy. She deserves it for all that studying she will need to do.”

“You got it! But if you want, I’ll run inside and get my stationery. We can drop a letter of recommendation in there.”

“Oh, we may take you up on that in another fourteen years!” Her mom laughed.

Tobias looked at the little girl. “I went to Hopkins, the best med school in the country. They love when they get letters from people who went there. I’ve got your back.”

Casey turned to him, unamused. “The best! You were ranked fourth last year!”

“Still better than Perelman's sixth,” he winked.

Casey turned around and placed the candy in the child’s bag. “Sweetheart, when you are a doctor, you might want to think twice before marrying another doctor.”

“HEY!” Tobias yelled, sending little Sammy into a litany of babbling. “See, our daughter isn’t happy with that statement either!”  

Standing up with a chuckle, Casey wished the little girl and her mom well before reclaiming her place at her husband’s side. She took Samantha in her arms and snuggled her close. A warmth he never thought he’d experience filled Tobias’s chest as he wrapped them both in his arms. They sat in silence and let the moment linger, each sharing the same thought. This was pretty much perfection.

“I was only joking,” Casey finally spoke. “Marrying my doctor was probably the best thing I ever did.”

“Probably!” He sneered. “I know marrying you was the best thing I ever did, and if I forget, I always have my mother to remind me. But you go ahead and think about it.”

Casey silenced him with another tender kiss while Samantha began falling asleep in her arms. 

“We should get her inside. I don’t think we’ll be getting more trick-or-treaters today.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “and Sammy is tuckered out. Besides, I want to pull those med school rankings up to prove you wrong.”

“Are you kidding me?” Casey laughed.

“Second in my class!” He said, picking the empty candy bowl up from the steps. “From the best med school in America. Where were you, dear? Sixth? Seventh?”

“FIFTH! And you know it! That’s from an Ivy League med school. Is Hopkins an Ivy?” she placed her pointer on her chin in mock confusion. “Hmm. No, it’s not.”

“Ivy Schmivy!” He said, opening the door, “did I tell you I was the most published student in Hopkins history?”

“Only seven dozen times… by our second date. But, Tobias?”

“Yes? Samantha is going to be out for the count any minute now. Is this really how you want to spend the first alone time we’ve had all day?”

“Heh,” he snickered. “Screw Hopkins. It was overrated. Now, the important questions. Do you have that other little Halloween costume we picked out?”

“Yes,” she smirked. “Operative word being little.”

“That’s the one! Why don’t you go put that on, and we’ll see what I turn into at midnight?”

“Sweetheart,” Casey teased. “Samantha can hear you….”

“It’s OK. She doesn’t understand us yet.”

“What are we going to do when she does?”  

“Got me,” he shrugged.  “But my Mom already has a trust fund set up specifically for therapy bills. She said with us as parents, Sammy’s bound to need it.”

“No arguments here,” she laughed.

“Good…” he winked, “now go get changed. I’ll put Sammy to bed, then we’re about to have an extra Happy Halloween!”

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[scullysexual]

XF Fictober 2022 (16)

day 16 | s1 | post erlenmeyer flask | wc; 562 | ao3 | @today-in-fic

Trust No One.

You don't realise you're in shock until you get home. Adrenaline leaving your body, you are left shaking- body cold, skin clammy. You become aware of blood on your clothes and on your hands. Mulder's blood. Deep Throat's blood. The sudden urge to rip them from your body overcomes you, the urge to burn them, to never see them again.

A hand touches your shoulder and you flinch, jumping backwards, hand at your hip, fingers wrapping around your gun ready to pull. You see the man's face, so clear in the streetlight, clear enough to identify. It was no mistake, he looked directly at you. The thought terrifies you.

It is Mulder's hand that touches your shoulder. Mulder- bloodied and beaten, eyes so puffy they will barely stay open. He holds you to steady himself.

"Mulder, you're hurt," you say. In the choas you only just realise how bad he looks.

"I'm fine, you..." His eyes scan over you, checking you for injuries of your own. Somehow you're fine. Somehow you got out unsceathed while your partner got battered and a man died. Why did they spare you?

You think of conspiracies. Of covert operations. Little notes and long reports. Spying. Two men in an office, the task of debunking. And finally, that man's face, driving past you, clear in the streetlight, clear enough to identify. Did they think you were on their side?

"I'm okay," you answer. "I'm not hurt." Because of course you're not. You're one of them.

"You need to sit down."

Mulder nods and you guide him to your kitchen table, placing him down in your chair. You busy yourself tending to Mulder, cleaning his wounds and patching him up. You don't talk while it all happens, instead you think. Think about the implications of seeing that man's face. You think of Mulder, so trusting. Trust no one rings in your ears- Deep Throat's final words. But you trust Mulder. You trusted Deep Throat despite your previous reservations. You trusted the government and you were wrong to. But more importantly, they trust you; to carry out their mission, be their double agent. But they hurt Mulder, they killed Deep Throat, injustice in your eyes and that's why you joined the FBI, right, to fight injustice.

You finish with Mulder, who is half falling asleep in the chair. What does he make of all this? He's probably angry- or will be. And what will he make of you? He never trusted you, knew instantly what your purpose was, thought you were spying when all you wanted to do was solve but now you know it's bigger than that, bigger what your wants and needs in life. For whatever reason you're entangled in this, whatever this is, now.

You help Mulder onto the couch, grab and blanket and pillow. His eyes close, breath evening out almost instantly. You sit on the floor beside him, watching over him, keeping a vigil until you're sure he's asleep.

As you strip the bloodied clothes from your body you decide you won't their be little pawn anymore, you'll be a catalyst, hopping from side to side whenever you see fit. You'll learn all their secrets, report to Mulder. You'll protect him too, keep him on track, on the right side of the law. That way they can't hurt him, he can't blow himself up.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #fictober2022 #xffictober22 #scullysexualwrites

[english-professor-wraith]

Fictober 2022: Day 5

(Okay I'm telling myself I'm going to get caught up today. Wish me luck, and I wish you happiness despite the angst you're about to read.)

Standing in front of him is what someone might think was a monument of obsidian, a shard of the earth itself towering above the small half-elf. He’s in black as well, but his colour seems barely grey in comparison to the being of void in front of him.  Vax stares up the steep angle, his hair rippling in the faint breeze as he greets the Raven Queen, her porcelain mask empty as she looks back down at him. 

“Yes, Champion?”

That voice- familiar to Vax now- echoes in his mind, hardly a whisper and yet seeming as though it ought to shake the very earth around him. He takes a deep breath, gathering courage, then speaks.

“I had a question. I stand as your champion, and you have told me that I may stay until we defeat Vecna. I simply wondered if there was a way –any way– that I could extend that time? To spend but a few more years with these people.”

Though the expression of the face doesn’t change, Vax can sense a shift in her emotion as she shrinks down a fraction to speak more easily with him. Though she still stands metres above him, her form becomes less of a terrifying monument and instead seems, if she could ever be described as such, almost approachable. 

“Fate-Touched. You know that you have been chosen.”

“I know, I simply-”, and he pauses, looking back at the party and at you, wrapped warmly in your blankets and sleeping comfortably next to Vex. He turns back towards the Matron, then continues. “I simply wondered if there might not be a way to get just a little more time with Vex and- with those I love.” Though he catches himself before he says your name, he and the goddess standing in front of him both know to whom he refers. 

“There may be one way–”

Before she can even finish, Vax sucks in a breath and takes a step forward, but she holds out a hand to stall him. 

“--but I do not think it will be to your liking, Champion. The only way to escape your promise is to trade fates- to trade places with one who already shares your heart.”

It takes a moment, but a flash of panic flickers across his face as he understands, then takes a step back to return to his original stance. His face falls, his eyes staring at the ground unseeing. 

“No. Anything but that. I can’t lose my sister or my love, and I couldn’t subject them to this fate. This was my own choice, and thus my own consequences.”

“I thought as much. I am sorry, Vax’ildan, that the terms are so unbending.” 

He nods slowly, finally looking back up at her. 

“Thank you for coming to speak with me, my Lady. I will likely see you soon.”

“Be safe, Champion. The worlds rest on your- and your friends’- shoulders.”

With this, she once again grows, immense and terrifying, until it seems as though she blocks out the sky, then fades into the stars themselves. 

Vax watches as she departs, then turns back towards the camp. Slowly walking back to where you all rest, he sits for a moment before waking Percy for his watch and laying down next to you, his warm arm resting on your side. As you unconsciously lean onto him, a single tear falls for an instant before he roughly brushes it away and closes his eyes. 

#Fictober2022 #fanfic #critfictober #wraith's fics #vax x reader #critical role #angst #Critical role c1 #vax'ildan

[windowsandfeelings]

Oh look, I did another Fictober prompt!

Fandom: Gilmore Girls Prompt 2: “Nobody warned you about me?” Warnings: none

They meet in the girls’ bathroom on the first day of eleventh grade.

It’s lunch, which she would ordinarily spend with Lane, at the table they claimed in the cafeteria way back at the beginning of freshman year, but Lane’s not back from Korea yet, not for another few days, and Rory doesn’t know how to navigate Stars Hollow High on her own. That’s the point of having a best friend, isn’t it, so that there’s always someone by your side in the trenches of high school? Isn’t that why she’d decided not to go to any of those fancy private schools she had looked at with Lorelai last year? So she wouldn’t have to leave Lane behind? And now look at her, the lonely nerd spending lunch in an empty girls’ bathroom on the first day of school.

Only it’s not empty. There’s a boy in here.

#fictober2022 #literati #gilmore girls #literati fic

[darkshadows93]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Welcome To The Table - Ben Brainard (Web Series), Welcome To The Statehouse (Web Series) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: DC | Gov/ Greg the Sound Guy (Welcome to the Table) Characters: DC | Gov (Welcome To The Table), Greg the Sound Guy (Welcome to the Table) Additional Tags: Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Prompt Fill, fictober 2022, Misunderstandings, Gov doesn't know how to cope with things, Getting Back Together, first confessions, Love Confessions, Idiots in Love Series: Part 1 of Fictober 2022 Summary:

It was expected for the interns to leave the Statehouse once their internship was completed. When the day came, they were expected to leave and never come back- their memories wiped off all interactions with the mysteries and oddities of the State. They were expected to live their lives telling that they had an internship with the capitol building and had fantastic times with their representatives or senators.

That’s how it's always been.

The days till Greg Geiger’s turn to leave the Statehouse seemed to loom over Gov’s head like a perpetual dark cloud He had never felt this way over an intern before- the utter sense of dread of watching someone he had grown so attached to leave him and forget that he ever existed. He was the United States Government. He was never meant to fall in love, let alone understand its meaning. He wasn’t created for such a dangerous emotion; his purpose was to ensure the survivability of the United States- for better or for worse. Love was never meant to be found in the massive files and papers of his life. Yet, Gov found it tucked away in wires and equipment of a simple sound tech who would leave him in a matter of days.

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[aeligsido]

[Fictober 2022] Day 8 - “Do you remember?”

Characters: Mace Windu, Depa Billaba. Additional Tags: hurt/comfort, good dad mace windu, father/daughter relationship, mention of Caleb. Content Warnings: none.

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He holds her hand. Her skin is warm (not cold), her chest rises and falls (not still), her eyes open (not closed).

“Do you remember?” Mace asks as Depa burrows closer to him.

Caleb is sleeping. They’re watching a holomovie. One they’ve already seen so many times they can’t count anymore, and loved every time.

“Of course,” she answers, her amusement lightening up the Force.

They don’t talk about the shatterpoints, or his earlier panic, or her past dip with the Dark, or the war, or or or.

They stay together – Master and Padawan (father and daughter) – and they watch a holomovie they know on the back of their hand.

Sometimes, they just need to be together.

#fictober22 #fictober2022 #fic #my fic #writing #my writing #star wars #tcw #mace windu #depa billaba #i love them

[xffictober2023]

Unfortunately Tumblr won't process the masterlist I was intending to post so I'll have to put that idea aside for now. However, all of this year's fics can be found under the tag xffictober22 (or fictober2022) and you can also search by author. It's a pain as I put a lot of work into that masterlist when I didn't have to but Tumblr will be Tumblr so :/ Anyway, until next year loaves have fun reading!

#fictober2022 #xffictober22

[extra-terrestrial-blue]

Day 6 of Fictober

The X-Files

Prompt: Adaptable, I like that

He held up a hand with a black leather garter belt dangling from his forefinger. “I think this is the last one.” He smiled like a teenager as she carefully plucked it from his finger and stuffed it into the burgeoning duffle bag.

“Thanks for helping Mulder.” She patted his chest as she walked past him and climbed into bed. “I’ve just been out of sorts since that night in the forest … speaking of which, how’s your shoulder?” She propped her head up and patted the bed beside her.

He sat next to her on top of the covers and rolled his shoulder.

“It’s really good actually, just a bit stiff in the mornings.” He rolled his other shoulder and then his neck.

She sat up and scooched behind him. He felt her warmth on his back as she began to massage his shoulders.

“Have you been going to your physio appointments?” Her breath on his neck made him shiver and he couldn’t quite suppress a moan as she dug into the muscles. He felt her grip falter slightly …

#xffictober22 #xffictober2022 #fictober2022 #the x files #msr #fox mulder #dana scully #txf fanfic

[sivan325]

Title: Blue Fandom: Shadowhunters Pairing: Malec Chapters/Length: 1/1 I 538 Rating/Warnings: G. None. Event: Shadowtober + Malectober + Fictober + Whumptober + Flufftober - Day 1 Brief Summary/Notes: “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Magnus said.

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Written for Day 1- Shadowtober - Parabatai Malectober day 1 + extra 1 - Blue + Hands @malectober Fictober - "I chose you." @fictober-event Flufftober - Wearing each other's clothes @flufftober Whumptober - “This wasn’t supposed to happen.” @whumptober

#day 1 #hmdiscord #the mortal instruments #shadowhunters #whumptober2022 #malectober2022 #flufftober2022 #fictober2022 #shadowtober2022 #g rated

[baronessblixen]

As fictober is coming to an end I figured I'd throw one more prompt in there in case you needed more! I just watched Wetwired and the angst of it all is still on my mind 😩 maybe an AU where they kiss/confess a bit more to each other after that moment where Scully admits her biggest fear is Mulder turning on her. If you can't get to it no problem!

Thank you for the prompt! Wetwired is one of my favorite episode. I have two fics written for it already and both are pretty much canon compliant, so this one is more canon divergent.

Fictober Day 30 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,408

The Day After

This time Mulder doesn’t have to prepare himself. He knows what he’ll see when he walks into Scully’s hospital room. She will be there, alive and well. Maybe even smiling at him.

But yesterday’s events sit deep in his bones. All night he sat on his couch, his thoughts centered around what could have happened to Scully while she was being chased by her paranoia. His mind replayed the moment in the morgue, that first moment when his eyes landed on the woman. The way his heart stopped for just a moment until he realized it wasn’t her. It could have been her and he can’t shake that off.

“Hello, Fox,” Mrs. Scully says with a smile after he knocks on Scully’s hospital room and steps inside. He can’t stop himself from holding up his hands as if she were pointing a gun at him again. He regrets it the second she looks away, embarrassed.

“I just wanted to go get some coffee anyway,” Mrs. Scully says, turning away from her daughter and giving Mulder a wink. As soon as she’s left the room, Mulder draws up the chair and sits next to Scully’s hospital bed. He wants to touch her hand but doesn’t dare.

“You look better,” he says. “How are you feeling?”

“Ashamed,” she admits. “I didn’t think you’d be here today. Not after last night. I- I almost shot you, Mulder. I was so certain. I thought you were going to kill me. You don’t want to know the things I said to my mom.” Her cheeks color. “I’m sorry, Mulder. I really am.”

“Wouldn’t have been the first time you shot me,” he says softly. His joke teases a small smile out of her. “And no apology needed. You weren’t yourself. I don’t blame you at all. I did some checking and found out that all the others thought their greatest fears had come true. Patnik thought he was killing a Bosnian war criminal and Helen Riddock thought her husband was cheating on her. They all lived their worst nightmares.”

“I thought you had betrayed me. I thought you didn’t trust me and wanted me out of your life,” Scully says, staring at him. “It all makes sense now. It doesn’t change the fact that I…”

“Nothing happened, Scully,” he reminds her, finally reaching for her hand. At least she doesn’t pull away from him. “I don’t blame you at all. You weren’t yourself.”

“I know,” she says. “I just can’t get the image out of my head.” She closes her eyes and touches her forehead.

“I know what you mean,” he says and she looks at him. “It’s not you pointing a gun at me. I trust you, Scully. I knew you didn’t want to hurt me – even if you didn’t know it at that moment. It was before that, I- I’m not sure I should tell you that but in light of what happened yesterday, I think it’s better to be honest.” His voice turns shaky, thinking about it. Every blink takes him back there, to the morgue. The cold, sterile atmosphere and the deadly silence. The woman on the table. Hair like Scully’s. What would he have done had it been her?

“What happened?” Scully asks him.

“I didn’t know where you were,” he begins. “We couldn’t find you anywhere. You trashed the hotel room and were just gone.” He can see the pain on her face as she must remember her own mania. “I called your mom but she didn’t know where you were.”

“I caused both of you so much pain,” she says in a small voice.

“It wasn’t your fault, Scully. You weren’t you. I know my rational and logical partner would never do such a thing.” He gives her a smile, hoping to ease some of her own hurt.

“I was just driving around,” she says. “I couldn’t believe that you… I didn’t want to believe it. The longer I drove, the worse it got. My mind just rewrote everything we’ve been through to paint you as the bad guy.” His smile turns into a grimace. “Don’t do that to me, Mulder. I don’t believe any of that. All the things I said last night, I don’t believe them.”

He nods, wanting it to be true. If he’s honest, he’s blamed himself sometimes. In dark moments, like last night. Had something happened to Scully, he would have been to blame. Partly, anyway. Their lives are so entangled that whatever happens to either of them, the other one is just as affected. Every choice he makes causes a ripple in Scully’s life.

“Please tell me what happened,” she says to him, squeezing his hand.

“I got a call from the,” he stops to look at her. She’s sitting here in front of him, talking to him. And yet. What if the signal had an effect on him after all? What if he wakes up in another moment and finds out the woman in the morgue was Scully after all? That she pointed her gun at the wrong person who didn’t try to speak to her and just acted? The thought blasts through him.

“Mulder, you’re as white as a sheet.”

“I’m a bit dizzy,” he says, rubbing his eyes.

“Lie down here,” Scully says, making room for him in her hospital bed. He stares at her in disbelief. He’s not sure he’s heard her right. “I don’t want you passing out. One of us in a hospital bed is bad enough. There’s enough space for the two of us. Get in here.”

Mulder’s knees are weak as he gets up, the chair slightly scratching over the floor. His body is liquid as he lies down next to Scully, their bodies pressed close together. Despite being the patient herself, Scully touches his forehead and his cheeks.

“You don’t feel warm. I don’t think you have a fever. Are you sure you weren’t affected by the TV signal?”

“That’s not it,” he says, trying to get comfortable in the hospital bed. He hopes that Mrs. Scully takes a long coffee break. If she catches them in bed together like this…

“You don’t have to tell me, Mulder,” Scully says, rubbing his back. It should be him comforting her, not the other way around.

“No, I do,” he says, not looking at her. “I got a call from the, um, the morgue.” Scully flinches, her hand stilling on his back. “They said that they- they wanted me to come identify a body.”

“Me.”

“It wasn’t you.”

“You thought it was.”

He nods, finding her eyes. His pain is mirrored there. It’s his breaking point. A sob breaks free and he hears Scully mumble his name before he lets his tears fall. His whole body is shaking as Scully puts her arms around him, holding him to her. His own arms tighten around her as they cry together.

“I’m so sorry,” she says against his tear-stained cheek.

“I’m sorry, too,” he says, his hand cradling her neck. He can’t get close enough to her.

“We’ll be okay.” Scully’s words against his skin sound like a mantra. They feel like a kiss. He closes his eyes, his tears slowly subsiding. They’re both still sobbing as they cling to each other.

“What if your mother walks in on us like this?” He asks, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

“She’d probably smile and invite you to Sunday dinner,” Scully says with a soft laugh.

“I’m going to invite you both to dinner,” Mulder says. “She saved your life. And mine.” He sees new tears pool in Scully’s eyes and he uses his thumb to wipe one away that escapes.

“Hey, I think we’ve cried enough. No more tears, okay?”

“And no more guilt trips,” Scully adds.

“Kiss and make up?” Mulder says with a grin, biting his bottom lip. He at least has to try. Scully stares at him for a moment, the way she sometimes does before she tells him how crazy he is. He knows that look. But this time it’s different. Maybe it’s the proximity or it’s what transpired the night before. Scully presses her lips to his in a soft kiss that lasts approximately three seconds.

“Like that?” She asks him.

He nods, their noses touching because they’re so close. “We need new memories,” he says. “One more for the road?”

The next kiss lasts longer and tastes even sweeter.

#fictober2022 #hurt/comfort whoohoo #only one more day #we've almost made it everyone #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

[astridncs]

As The Rain Pours

Fictober 2022 — Day 15: “Good morning. No, don’t get up, it’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer...” (from this list); tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022; also on AO3

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She slowly woke up in the dark room, only a bit of sunlight shining from the windows provided light. She could hear the start of rain falling, the soft rapt of the branches from the trees outside his room, and his soft snoring against the back of her neck. He was snuggled against her; a heavy arm slung over her waist, his head burrowed in her neck, and his soft lips touching her bare skin. It was intimate and sweet, and perfect. But they had work soon and she needs to shower and change her clothes, but at the same time, she didn’t want to leave. She loved being in his arms, the way she felt safe and secure, the way she felt so much love. And he was warm, so warm.

“Hmmm, Scully…” Mulder softly groaned behind her. Flashbacks of the night before came into mind and it was enough to make her body buzz with excitement once again.

She slowly turned to face him. He was beautiful, always had been. She studied his face; the way his long lashes fanned, his nose which she loved, and his lips were still a bit swollen from the way they made out. He was awake, she knew it. She leaned in to kiss his forehead and waited for him to become fully awake.

“Good morning.” He whispered, his voice laced with sleep and his eyes still a bit droopy.

“Good morning.” Scully whispered back.

They laid there for a few moments, basking in the silence. Looking at each other, studying each other’s faces. The rain started to pour outside and it started to become chilly. Noticing the way Scully shivered, Mulder began to pull over the duvet just over their shoulders. She moved closer to him and without hesitation, wrapped an arm around his waist and slung one leg over his. She looked up to him, waiting for his reaction and her face bloomed into a smile when she saw him smile as well. He pulled her even closer to him, and held her face into his hand which she nuzzled into. He marveled at her beauty, he always did. But her being naked in bed with him, the way she was glowing – he can’t help but admire her more. He felt more than lucky.

Scully moved herself to lay her head on his chest, just above his heart. She reached over to touch the scar she inflicted from shooting him years ago. It was a reminder of so many things, but never of hate and resentment. Rather, it was of love and protection. She sighed at the memory of it.

“Don’t think about it,” Mulder’s voice softly said, taking her hand and pressed kisses on her fingers. “I know you’re thinking about it, don’t.”

She nodded and laid back her head on his chest. She took in all his warmth and loved it. She could feel his hand rubbing her shoulder and the kisses that he pressed on top of her head. She closed her eyes and took in the moment.

But some things just have to come to an end.

“Mulder…” she whispered and he hummed in reply. “I have to go.”

He sighed, but remained silent. He understood and wasn’t even mad, but he wanted her stay a while longer. Was he scared that things might change as soon as she was out of the door? Maybe. But he doubted it would.

It may sound selfish of him to want her to stay rather than let her go, but the moment was too perfect to let it burst like a bubble. He just hoped that he could convince her.

Scully on the other hand, took his silence differently. A part of her was disappointed that he seemed to not be making a move to stop her. She sighed and slowly broke away from him, but the way his arms tightened around her made her stop from getting up.

“No, don’t get up,” he softly said. “It’s raining, let’s stay in bed a little longer…” a soft smile was on his face, and his eyes were sincere, but she could see the want in them. Suddenly, she didn’t want to leave anymore.

She kissed him in response, and there he knew she was going to stay.

#xffictober2022 #xf fictober 2022 #fictober 2022 #fictober2022 #todayinfic #txf #mulder and scully #set in All Things #scully stays #season 7 #fanfic #astridncs #skepticsculls

[acatbyanyothername9]

Fictober day 30 : “I know what this looks like”

Prompt number 30 “I know what this looks like”

Fandom: Star Wars Prequel Trilogy

Paring: Qui Gon Jinn/Obi Wan Kenobi

Rating: Gen

Word count: 100

Warnings: No Warnings Apply

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Qui Gon had not expected their reunion to look like this. Nor had he expected to be held at lightsaber point by a man whose features still held on the memory of a youth long passed.

"I know what this looks like!" He tries to say and gets an imperious eyebrow for his troubles. The  azure  blade gets even closer to his neck.

"It looks like you're a clone. From a long dead man."  

"I assure you, padawan, I'm not."

"Not your padawan anymore, remember?"

It hurts and Qui Gon has to swallow tears.

"I remember, Obi Wan," he whispers.

#sw #my writing #quiobi #fictober2022 #day 30 #'i know what this looks like' #qui gon jinn #obi wan kenobi

[scullysexual]

XF Fictober 2022 (15)

Day 15: "I didn't know where else to go."

Angst | s2 | scully abduction | post 3 |wc; 208 | ao3 | @today-in-fic

Waiting Game.

It shouldn't surprise you that your feet guide you here. Her door key in your hand and her cross swinging from your neck, you push the key into the lock and turn.

Her apartment is dark; nobody has been here for weeks, not since the investigators had. But somebody has tidied the apartment since. Reorganised the upturned furniture, cleaned the fingerprint powder from the walls. The sight takes you back momentarily. It's like she's home. It's like nothing happened.

"Dana?"

A hopeful voice rings from the shadows. You see the silhouette of a woman- the organiser and cleaner, protecting the home until her daughter returns.

"It's me, Mrs Scully," you answer, stomach sinking as you smother a mother's hope.

"Fox." There is no resentment in the woman's voice. She welcomes you. Would you prefer it if she told you to go away?

"I'm sorry. I didn't know where else to go."

Mrs Scully makes an agreeable sound.

"Me neither," she says. "Come. Sit. We will wait together."

Your feet move you from the door. You join Mrs Scully, sitting down on the couch and lean back against the backrest, staring up at the ceiling, a sigh falling from your mouth.

You sit in the dark. In silence. Waiting.

#the x-files #the x files #txf fic #xfiles fanfiction #fictober day 15 #fictober2022 #xffictober22 #scullysexualwrites

[english-professor-wraith]

Fictober 2022: Day 3

(Sorry for the delay y'all, couldnt manage the motivation or inspiration to write yesterday.)

Your eyes flicker open to see a wooden wall in front of you, barely lit by the embers of the fire you had built last night. As you shift in the bed you’re lying in, you can feel warm arms wrapped tightly around your midsection and a head leaned against your back. Chuckling quietly enough not to wake him, you wrap your arms around where Caleb’s hold you. Leaning your head back a bit, you listen to his quiet breathing as you halfway drift back to sleep. The warmth beneath the blankets is comforting against the brisk air that tickles your nose a little bit as you breathe deeply. 

You lay there in peace for a little while longer- Caleb would be able to tell you exactly, were he awake- until a crash shatters the silence, and immediately the air is filled with curses- a mix of the party’s voices echoing through the wall. With the crash, you had felt Caleb stiffen behind you, the abrupt awakening sending him into a panic response as his arms tighten uncomfortably around your stomach. You let out a soft grunt- more out of surprise than pain- and gently tap his forearm to bring his attention to you.

“Caleb, darling- it’s okay, probably just Fjord breaking a bowl or something.”

You can feel his stilted breath begin to calm against your back as his rational mind begins to awaken, and his arms let go of you entirely as he shifts to the edge of the bed to stand. You turn over on the mattress to watch him as he begins to dress for the day, then murmur just loud enough for him to hear.

“You didn’t have to go anywhere, you know- I was rather enjoying feeling like your teddy bear, even when that means a little extra squeeze now and again.”

“I hurt you. That was not my intention, and I do not wish to repeat that occurrence.”

“Hurt? No, Caleb, I was just startled. I’m just fine, see?”

As you say this, you sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed to let them dangle. Pulling up your loose sleep shirt (stolen from him weeks ago) and stretching your arms out to show your distinctly unbruised abdomen, you watch his reaction. He sighs in relief to see your undamaged skin, then looks away quickly with a blush. Beginning to pull on his book harness, he quietly responds. 

“I am…very glad to see you are in good health, liebling.”

“Am I ever not?”, you joke back, but sober quickly as he freezes mid-buckle. You stand and move towards him, stepping around in front of him to take his face in your hands. As you do, you can see something in his eyes, though it fades too quickly for you to identify it. Hardly loud enough for you to hear, he replies in earnest to your jest.

“Yes. I can’t lose you, seelenpartner- I couldn’t live with that.” with this, his eyes drop from yours and he pulls on the buckles of his harness again. Tapping your fingers gently against his cheek, you lean just a fraction closer until his eyes flick down to your lips, then back to your eyes. 

“I’m not going anywhere. Every morning, every evening, I’m here with you, okay? Right here.” With that, you drop your hands from his face to his chest, tapping where his heart beats beneath the skin. As the heartbeat beneath your fingers quickens, you quickly finish buckling his straps, then pull against one to bring him the final fraction closer, resting your lips against his as your eyes drift shut. His hands come to rest on your waist, holding you possessively as he deepens the kiss. 

Though you could spend the rest of the day happy here with him, you are both suddenly reminded of the time by Jester almost breaking the door open with her knocks, and you swiftly pull on your day clothes and gather your things as Caleb goes to divert the energetic tiefling, a soft smile shot your way before he cracks open the door to talk to her.

#fictober2022 #critfictober #critical role c2 #caleb x reader #caleb widogast #fanfiction #soft #I really shouldn't write such cute stuff when I'm still aggressively ingle but here we are. #wraith's fics