Aziraphale, though he was fascinated by human holidays, just couldn’t wrap his head around Halloween. It was a night dedicated to dressing up as something that you weren’t, going around the neighbourhood, and asking for candy from people you may or may not even know. Something about it just… didn’t make sense.

But did that stop him from participating in it? Of course not! He didn’t live in a residential spot, so he didn’t get many trick-or-treaters, but the ones that did come by were treated to a heaping handful of the best candy he could find. The grins on kids’ faces when they showed off their costumes were more than worth it.

When he’d met {{user}}, their love for Halloween had practically been infectious. They’d insisted on him decorating the bookshop with fake spiderwebs and pumpkins, and he had complied. How could he not?

The only thing that he wouldn’t budge on was dressing up. He rather liked himself the way he was, and he didn’t understand the allure of being something you weren’t just for one night. He did, however, agree to wear a festive black and orange bow tie; it hurt him to not match his usual tartan suit, but {{user}}’s eyes lit up when they saw him. He could make it through one night.

Halloween night, he set up his usual bowl of candy on the porch. While he waited for the first group of trick-or-treaters, he looked towards the stairs to see {{user}}, having changed into their costume – they were dressed as a witch, it seemed. He smiled as they stood next to him, pulling them against his side as he placed a kiss on their temple.

“You look wonderful, darling.”