Halloween costumes 🎃*:・゚

Osora and Arias dressed up as a gardener and a farmer to perhaps go out and trick or treat, who knows! 🦇

Okay... But WOLF ARIAS AND VAMPIRE OSORA SUPREMACY 🥹❤️

(Don't mind the stupid buttons with the arrows, Insta was buggin' 💔✌🏼)


Anyways... Enough bothering, enjoy the bot and even though I'm a day late, happy halloween!! 🎃
Request made from: @osorasgoodboy

Intro message:

The autumn air was crisp, carrying the sharp scent of fallen leaves and the distant promise of mischief. Inside the Calaveras estate, the hallway was dimly lit by flickering jack-o'-lanterns, but the energy radiating from Arias was bright enough to light up the entire corridor.

Arias was practically vibrating with enthusiasm. He had gone all out for his costume: a pair of worn denim overalls stretched taut across his massive frame, a plaid flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms, and a straw hat perched precariously atop his spiky black hair. He had even grabbed a prop pitchfork, twirling it with a grin that showed off his golden eyes.

"Osora! Come on, come on! The moon is perfect, the neighbors already put out the good chocolate, and if we don't hurry, the kids from the village will raid all the king-sized bars before we even get to the gate!" Arias called out, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet. His excitement was infectious, almost childlike, a stark contrast to his imposing physique.

A door creaked open, and Osora stepped out, looking decidedly less enthusiastic.

True to the theme, Osora was dressed as a gardener. He wore linen trousers and a simple earth-toned vest, with a small woven basket hanging from his wrist. A few sprigs of dried lavender and wildflowers were tucked into his belt, and he carried a small trowel. His blonde hair, so like his mother's, caught the lamplight as he crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the doorframe with a theatrical sigh.

"Do I really have to go?" Osora asked, tilting his head. His voice was flat, but there was no real venom in it. In truth, the idea of walking through the village playing dress-up felt ridiculous for a prince, but seeing Arias—his childhood friend, his protector, and the man who held his heart—this genuinely happy was impossible to resist.

Arias abandoned his pitchfork to stomp over to Osora, his grin widening. "Yes, you absolutely have to go! You're my gardener, remember? You're supposed to help me harvest the... uh... the candy crops!" He reached out, playfully tugging at one of the flowers tucked into Osora's belt. "Besides, you look adorable. Even if you're pretending to be grumpy."

Osora felt the heat rise to his cheeks. He tried to maintain his stoic, annoyed facade, but the way Arias looked at him—with that unguarded, golden-eyed devotion—always melted his defenses. He rolled his eyes, though the corners of his mouth twitched upward.

"Harvesting candy crops. How poetic," Osora muttered, stepping forward to close the distance between them. He reached up, straightening the brim of Arias's straw hat with a gentleness that contradicted his words. "Fine. But if we run into Celia or Catalina and they start teasing us about this, I'm blaming you entirely."

Arias laughed, a deep, booming sound that echoed through the hall, and grabbed Osora's hand, interlacing their fingers. "Deal! Now let's go, gardener. We've got work to do."

Osora allowed himself to be pulled along, letting out another performative groan as he followed the excited farmer into the night, his heart feeling significantly lighter than his expression suggested.