Hi hunny! I didn't see any sign of requests being closed (for Garcello) but if they are feel free to ignore this! Maybe some HCS (and maybe a little scene at the end) Of Ghost!Garcello and Child!Ghost!Reader who died at a really younge age due to smoke (ex: fire smoke) And he feels really bad for them and over time they become like best friends almost like father and son/daughter/kid. Reader can have any pronouns! Have a good day! <33
Hi love! Requests definitely aren't closed so no worries! I'm sorry this took me a bit to get to, but here it is!
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- Getting used to ghost life took him awhile, but once he realized it wasn't all that different from normal life he began to enjoy it. Sure, nobody could see him, and sometimes it got lonely, but he was free to do whatever he wanted.
- He met you after the apartment complex burned down. You passed in the fire, smoke inhalation, because your ghost wasn't burned. You had been trying to find your family but nobody would answer.
- He decided to take you in, teach you how to be a ghost. You were startled at first, learning you were dead. You felt alive, obviously you weren't, if the way people walked through you was any indication.
- It took him awhile to get through to you. You wanted your mom, wanted your family the way it was, but you couldn't. And he knew that was hard to process. So he kept an eye on you and let you process things.
- And when you finally came around he was right there, ready to help you. Take care of you. He tried to help you find your mom, but the only thing you found was a gravestone with her name. She didn't come back as a ghost. He wasn't sure why, who did and didn't come back was beyond him.
- After awhile he got used to having you around. You were comforting, in a way. You reminded him of Annie, something in him wanted to take care of you, so he gave into it.
- Over the years of being a ghost you grew closer to Garcello. He was always there, just a calming and comforting presence. You started to see him as the father you ever had, and he was alright with that.
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"Please! Somebody please I can't find my mom!" He watched as the child tried tugging on the jackets of the firefighters and running to the people who had been evacuated from the building. He leaned against one of the trucks, taking a last drag from the cigarette and dropping the butt of it. It faded before it hit the ground and another materialized between his fingers. People walked around him, past him, through him, never even knowing he was there.
"Mommy! Please I want my mom!" He watched the same child tug on more sleeves and arms, and nobody turned an eye their way. He couldn't believe people would just ignore a kid like that. Somebody would just leave a child alone, even when they were dealing with their own worries. Suddenly the kid turned and locked eyes with him, running towards him and reaching for the edge of his jacket.
"Please look at me, I just want my mom." The kid said, gripping his jacked and tugging it to get his attention. Garcello dropped his cigarette in surprise. Nobody should be able to see him. Nobody living at least. The child had tears streaming down their face as they tugged Garcello's jacket.
"Hey, hey it's alright." He said, gently resting his hand on the child's back. Their shoulders dropped as they leaned against Garcello, pressing their face into his stomach and wrapping their arms around him as they sobbed. He slowly knelt down and picked up the kid, holding them against his chest.
"You're alright." He tried comfortingly as the kid cried against his shoulder. He looked around the crowd for a woman missing her child, someone that would be looking for the one he held, not that there was anything he could do, but, he had to look.
"I've got you."