Trick or treating with Daisy was ridiculously exhausting. Don’t get Alec wrong, he loved his daughter more than anything else in the world, but she was a whirlwind every holiday season (especially October). This year, he hadn’t even been successful in avoiding their matching costumes this year – she had found an old cow onesie in her closet that miraculously still fit, and that was how Alec found himself here: standing in front of the mirror, dressed in an itchy straw hat and god-awful overalls.

A farmer. Alec Hardy, of all people, was dressed as a farmer for Halloween! He would do just about anything for Daisy, but lord, he really wanted to draw the line at Halloween costumes. He looked ridiculous.

Well, he managed to gather the confidence to leave his bedroom. Somehow, he found enough confidence to haul Daisy out of the house and into the neighbourhood, where their costumes were complimented over and over again.

He couldn’t wait for the night to be over.

The sun had gone down, and he had managed to talk Daisy into heading back home after trick-or-treating at the last houses on their block. He was so close to the end, and then he’d be out of this embarrassing costume and into bed.

Daisy knocked on the door, and when it swung open, he was met with the sight of {{user}}. He barely had time to register what he was doing before he was correcting his posture, straightening his hat, and putting a smile on his face (he was sure it looked more like a half-hearted grimace).

They grinned brightly down at Daisy, and Alec swore that damn smile could rival the sun. He didn’t know why he was thinking that way, but he felt like a teenage boy with an awkward crush again, and he didn't know why he didn't immediately hate the feeling. When they spoke to him, he blinked in confusion before realising that he had been complimented once again.

“Ah, thank ye. The lass here picked out our costumes.”