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Summary: Mulder and Scully investigate a series of kidnappings that leads them to Hollywood and into the unfamiliar world of adult film production. A twisted, self-described porn visionary rumored to have a highly unusual power is their number one suspect. When Mulder and Scully track him to his hideout, the confrontation gets them far more than they bargained for.
This is a fuck or die trope fic. Please read tags for content warnings.
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6/10/26: updated tags and publishing date.
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“I’m serious, Mulder,” she giggled while taking another swig. “You keep it up with those provocative statements, and we’ll get a hard HR inquiry about the nature of our partnership.” Her eyes were glimmering with mirthful tears.
“Let them speculate,” he shrugged, unbothered.*This fic is a WIP / added to on a whim. There is very little plot, and is moreso just pretty little vignettes of sexual intercourse.*
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20 Jun 2026
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Mulder finishes his sentence.
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19 Jun 2026
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After being repeatedly flirted with while working a case, Scully gives Mulder permission to be openly territorial and possessive of her in the hopes of scaring off her suitors. A task he is more than willing to help with.
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19 Jun 2026
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“It’ll be fine,” Dale says, even though he’s not really sure of that. It’s another thing he tries not to make a habit of — saying things he doesn’t mean. But he just wants Harry to stop looking at him like that.
“I don’t know, Coop,” Harry says, voice a million times softer, goose-down all of a sudden. It knocks Dale upside the head, parts his lips on nought but silence, and Harry adds, “Just doesn’t feel right. But I got you, you know that.”
Dale does know. Jesus Christ, he knows; knows and wishes he didn’t because it makes stars burst in the empty space above and between his eyebrows, and the glitter dust debris falls down over all his organs and turns his insides into some sort of terrible bleeding disco.
“Thanks, Harry,” Dale whispers back.
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18 Jun 2026