I am, officially, an X Phile.

I ship Mulder and Scully and much of my stories center around them.

I have old stories (VERY OLD) from Zoids and Harry Potter. You may read them if you like, but I do not write for them anymore.

Current Feats:

Of Gods and Men
She turned closer to him impulsively, trying to shield her senses from the stench of defecation and stomach acid. “Mulder… what the hell is this?”

Under Way:

Canto
She turned around and the guards were already gone, but on the floor lay six feet of salvation. A living, trembling mass of blood, bone and green eyes.

Preamble
Some part of her had wanted this. Had guilty indulged in a fantasy of impassioned protests to get her to stay, betrayals of sacred secrets born from the blind edge of desperation. The immediate and inevitable loss of the other spiraling them further along this long and convoluted road to absolution.

Elysium
She shifted inside in her sock-clad feet like a wraith—small and white in the blue darkness of his apartment as the door swung shut with a quiet ‘click’.

Juedecca
And in all his passion and unfounded sensibilities, he now sat like a taught rope in a chair outside a hospital room. Three quarters of his life behind a faux-wood door and fading fast.

Red, Blue, Green
What she would inextricably tangle herself in when that man would stand up, rising above her in all his clueless, haphazard charm and and mock her senior thesis.

Life Pockets
He had whispered her name like a shaman over an ailed body, voice thick and distorted with reverence as their sweat and scant tears intermingled to create a substance new and wild.

Favorite Stories not on fanfiction.net

Parabiosis by Penumbra
He must know for her sake. She is rare earth, rara avis, the quietest
place inside him.

He sees that the planet is battered and beautiful, an orb scorched and
flooded, lit by watch fires, a place where he has been stung by sea
monsters and healed by holy men. The place where Scully threw in her
lot with his, because she saw where others did not.

I don't think two people could have been happier than we were

Eli, Eli by Marguerite

In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the Earth.

Anquinnah by Anjou

The cliff at the top of the moor has changed with time and erosion, but he is pleased that his imagination had not enlarged it so that it would now appear diminished by reality. He has not been here for years; even in his dreams, he has denied himself this place. Today, he has earned the right to be here, earned it by honoring his own vows. He turns before walking up the headland path to see her standing at the edge of the snow-covered moor, oblivious to the wind whipping the dried saw-tooth grass against her long overcoat. She seems small and unsure in this place that he knows best above all others, despite time and distance. He smiles and holds his hand out to her, waiting until she joins him before he walks to the cliff edge.

Heresy by Khyber and Alanna Baker

Mulder no longer noticed that she had to look up at him, it was an accomodation both automatically made. Her hand took up an unaccustomed position low on the lapel of his jacket, tugging slightly at one of the buttons seemingly independent of her awareness.

Fierce began giving way, her head tilting sideways slightly.

"What else do we have?"

I'm available to Beta.

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