The Risen (Jack Frost x Male Reader)

The streets glowed with the warm, flickering embrace of orange lights, illuminating jack-o'-lanterns and costumed figures. It was Halloween, a night of joyous revelry, a time when the veil between worlds thinned just enough for a particular spirit to truly shine.

At the end of a seemingly forgotten street, nestled at the edge of a whispering forest, stood a house bathed in a soft, welcoming glow. No adult would venture here, yet children knew its secret: a kind, honest young man resided within, emerging only on this special night.

Tiny fists rapped eagerly on the door. "Coming, coming!" a young voice called from inside, followed by light, hurried footsteps. The door swung open to reveal a teenager, [h/l] [h/c] hair slightly disheveled, [e/c] eyes sparkling with an age-old mischief. He wore a thin, light brown sweater, its sleeves rolled, dark capris, a dark [f/c] cotton scarf, and delightfully mismatched socks.

"Trick or treat!" the chorus of small voices chanted.

He grinned, pulling a handful of candies from his witch hat. As he dispensed the sweets, a small girl piped up, "Hey mister, where's the other person who lived here? The one who always went for trick instead of treat?"

The teenager's smile softened. "He is sort of... away now. So I'm the one here to take his place in handing out candy. I don't really like tricks, to be honest."

Laughter filled the cool autumn air. "Do you always hand out candy, mister?"

He waved a dismissive hand. "Oh no, no. Sometimes I join in the trick or treating myself. Now, it's getting late. How about I go with you back to your houses?"

And so, he walked them home, a silent guardian in the fading light, leaving behind a trail of delighted whispers. When parents asked his name, the children would only ever give one answer: "Halloween."