hey i have a prompt! (and i'm also a sad 23 year old bisexual we have so much in common). wherever scully is living - apartment, unremarkable house - is being haunted by a benevolent ghost that wants to see her (and mulder) happy (together)
“Mulder, come on, a Ouija board?”
Mulder is giddy and stupid, hyped up on Halloween candy and the smattering of candles he’s lit around the room. He’s shoved her coffee table to the side and has closed all of her shades from the chilly October air. Scully is not near as drunk off the bottle of wine between them as she’d like to be.
“Scully, you promised me a seance. You said you would, quote, ’humor me’. So humor me.”
He’s unfolding a board between them, a little triangular tool clattering out onto the floor.
“This apartment has spirits, Scully. I can feel them. Your books get moved when no one is around them, I swear the floorboards creak when no one walks on them, yesterday I was here alone and heard my name distinctly being called.” He finishes his setup and sits criss-cross applesauce on one side. He gives his voice a deep timbre, putting on what Scully can only describe as a horrible Transylvanian accent.
“Sit with me, Dana. Communicate with the spirits on this Hallow’s Eve, the night on which the veil between the living and the dead becomes thinner than ever before.”
He drawls out the ever and Scully can’t help but laugh.
“Mulder this is dumb, you know how I feel about ghosts.”
Now it’s Mulder’s turn to giggle.
“You’re not going to pass out on me, are you?”
Scully pouts for a moment before offering him an eye roll and sitting criss-cross next to him. She mutters something under her breath and he elbows her softly, holding his palm up flat.
“Okay, take my hand and then put your other one on the planchette.”
“That is not seriously what it is called-”
She obliges with a huff. A tingle runs up her arm and she tries to attribute it to the warmth of Mulder’s hand instead of the soft fear that settles very suddenly in her stomach. Mulder’s voice booms much too loudly through her apartment.
“Spirits! If you are with us now, please make your presence known.”
A shiver runs down their spines seemingly in tandem, and Scully ignores the way her heart beats in her chest. Suddenly she feels the planchette beneath their fingertips vibrate and she glances sideways.
“Mulder, knock it off, this isn’t funny. My neighbors are going to complain- this is ridiculous.”
“Scully, hush. We need to ask a serious question. This is no Magic 8 Ball here.”
Scully huffs a sigh and Mulder squeezes her hand tighter. She feels a fluttering in her stomach and Mulder clears his throat, again impossibly loud.
“Spirits! I ask you, with all your power and might- should I wear a raincoat tomorrow?”
Scully scoffs and yanks her hand away, brows knitting together.
“Mulder, come on. This is stupid, why can’t you just come over and watch a movie with me and hand out candy to the kids in the building like everyone else on Halloween?”
Mulder grasps fervently at her hand again, yanking her towards him.
“Scully, wait- I’m sorry, I’ve got a better question, just sit, please.”
A beat passes in silence, save for the crackling of a candle on the bookshelf. Finally, Scully relents and settles back at his side, taking his hand again. It’s warm- and dare she say she detects a hint of a tremor in his fingers. He clears his throat and softens his voice, closing his eyes.
“Spirits,” he whispers now. “With all your power and might, I ask you- should Dana Scully go out to dinner with me tomorrow night?”
Her heart skips suddenly in her chest, and she feels Mulder push the planchette beneath their shared touch towards the yes. She glances over to see that he’s cracked one eye open and seems to be awaiting a reaction. Her heart softens, along with the stone of dread in her stomach, and she can’t help but smile.
“God, Mulder- there had to have been an easier way to-”
She’s cut off by his lips crashing against her own and she melts into the kiss, releasing his hand and the planchette to draw her hands into the hair at the back of his head.
“Come on Scully,” he murmurs between kisses. “The spirits said yes, it means you have to. It’s Halloween, after all.”
