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Hihi I’m cross posting this but a lot of the contextual first chapters were originally written in the wattpad app and it won’t let me copy and paste them so bear with me as I try to cram it all in now😰.
Firstly, Bakugou will be out of character compared to most fanfics of him because in my eyes the idea of him falling in love at first sight is hilarious, not to mention he’s still a teenage boy and it feels like everyone writes him like a robot.
Secondly, there is a playlist!! I’ll link it below (just because an artists song is in the playlist it doesn’t mean I agree with them as a person) under this paragraph but if a song fits the chapter then I’ll write it at the beginning so there’s no need to stress too much haha.
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1dw34q60mEwiacwWY7x5dQ?si=YI61q3ZPR_eLxUyyTaRu1w&pt=c28be3ca61bb0c1798c34d982621e5b2
Lastly, it’s been a while since I wrote so if you have any notes or tips on how I could improve please don’t hesitate to comment on what I can work on :) i can already see slight improvement from chapter 1 to chapter 3 but it’s still a WIP so any and all criticism is welcomed. I can only progress if I know how to <3
Sorry for the yap!! Pls enjoy 🙏
Song for this chapter: Fine Line - Harry Styles
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On the eve of Celeste's 9th birthday her father was murdered in combat. He had encountered a villain with an incredibly strong telekinetic-type quirk who had crushed him with a piece of stone debris. It wasn't an entirely foreign concept, he was a pro hero and sometimes pro heroes lose.
For an 8 year old, death is an incredibly difficult idea to grasp. To think that somebody who always comes home from work, always reads to her before she sleeps and teaches her so many imperative lessons will suddenly never be there again? Well it inspires a special type of dread, the type that - if left unchecked - eats away at innocence and begins to rot in the core of a child.
Luckily, it didn't go unnoticed. Her brother, Icarus, tried to shelter her from reality in the months after. He got a job at a cafe to help support their family whilst waiting for inheritance matters to be settled and took over primary care of Celeste as a result of his mother's catatonic state. He was 18 and suddenly forced to grow up more than anyone his age ever should. He was the only reason his family didn't fall apart, and he was doing a decent job. In fact everybody - friends, classmates and even colleagues of his father who came by to check in occasionally - agreed he was doing incredibly well.
His mother, Miyuki, clearly didn't agree, this became clear when he came home after getting off of work and getting Celeste from school (he'd even treated her to an ice cream that day since she had aced her maths test) and he walked through the door to be greeted with a strange creaking. Upon further investigation he found his mother hanging from the ceiling, dead. She was still swaying, eyes open and cold.
He managed to prevent Celeste from seeing their mother, something that brought him immense relief and then handled the funeral arrangements along with everything custodial concerning Celeste in the following days.
He never cried for fear of making Celeste upset and he never took it out on her. At the funeral he gave a beautiful speech and immediately returned to Celeste's side, giving all his attention and energy to her. Everyone would later express admiration for how gracefully he held himself together. For how he prioritised his younger sister even at the expense of expressing his grief and sadness.
But the ugly, bitter truth was that unlike his father's passing, his mother had a choice in this. She chose to die and leave her children to fend for themselves. She chose not to even leave a note behind for them. She chose to neglect them after her husband's passing. And contrary to everyone's beliefs, he was furious. He spent his days cursing her memory. Why would a mother do that to her children? Why wouldn't she say anything to them?
How could a mother be so cruel as to make orphans of her own children?
But he knew he couldn't sit around angry at his dead mother or missing his dead father. He probably would have, if not for Celeste.
Celeste was at an age where she could express sadness and longing for somebody, but she couldn't fully comprehend why they were gone, why they'd never be back. It sparked confusion and frustration in her child mind. Icarus noticed this, he had nothing else worth noticing.
And so he devoted his life to Celeste. He poured everything he was into making sure she never felt this awful, white hot fury that plagued him daily.
He got a job as a uniformed police officer and would begin in a months time. The day he learned he got it, he felt a strange, deep resentment toward his parents. He had always wanted to become a hero. He'd even been promised a position at his father's agency. But now? He couldn't become what he wanted to be. He needed to take care of his sister.
But he never resented her. In all honesty, without Celeste he would've been gone not long after his mother.
But try as he might, he just couldn't shake the pain of knowing he wouldn't become a hero. And that day it must've shown on his face. He went to pick up Celeste and tried his best to keep his usual upbeat routine going. But either Celeste was especially observant that day, or he was too exhausted to put on a convincing act.
Nevertheless she noticed, and once they were home he informed her of his newly awarded position in the police force and she gently asked with a tinge of awe in her gaze,
"Is that why you're upset? I think police officers are super cool!".
Suddenly Icarus didn't feel so angry or bitter and that white hot fury that always bubbled in his gut suddenly disappeared. After making dinner, helping her with homework, getting her ready for bed and reading to her, he went to bed.
And the tears he'd been biting back for a year finally came. He couldn't hold in his emotions any longer. It was because of his sister, being so proud of him and looking at him like he had hung the moon at the stars, when all he felt was the sting of being a failure.
From the second he heard his mother's guttural scream after she watched her own husband perish on the news, he had completely repressed any feeling that wasn't beneficial to his family.
And now it had all come at once. It came so violently that he made himself sick from crying too much.
When Celeste woke up the following morning saw him passed out and unresponsive she tried to shove down her panic and remember all that she had learned from Icarus from whenever she was feeling poorly or sad. He wouldn't leave her side the whole day. He'd ring her school and then the cafe and inform them of the situation and tend to her until she felt all better.
But on that front, Celeste had no idea what on earth she was supposed to do. Her school wouldn't believe a child? Her big brother's workplace definitely wouldn't! And she had no clue how to make soup or find the thermometer!
And out of pure desperation and love for her brother, Celeste's quirk developed. Her quirk, previously known as Angel Wings, suddenly underwent an awakening.
She summoned an angel.
But it wasn't like the angels she always saw on baubles at Christmas time or the ones that her father had painted onto her wall before she was even born. It was absolutely terrifying.
An amalgamation of eyes and wings and strange spinning circles that made her feel dizzy. And then, incase this wasn't horrifying enough for her, it spoke.
“Be not afraid."
Who on God’s green earth WOULDN'T be afraid!? She proceeded to tear up and scream. But then it spoke again, the voice all encompassing and seemingly coming from every direction possible.
"I am a manifestation of your quirk, a personification of your love and grace. I am an angel, one who shall guard you and your loved ones, one who shall tend to and heal the weak and needy, one who shall obey your desires and commands whenever you need."
Celeste was slightly less scared, but still! Super creepy! But as far as she knew angels were pretty good... and it said it healed people. Does that mean it could heal Icarus?
She pointed toward her brother and asked if the angel would be willing to help him and it obliged. Icarus woke up moments after and immediately freaked the fuck out.
After the rundown of what it was he soon calmed down and thanked the angel. And once Celeste was calm, it disappeared.
Then she fainted. Her sudden use of her quirk had left her absolutely exhausted. So her brother rang the school along with the cafe and then made her soup and brought the thermometer.
And as guilty as he felt that she'd seen him in such a state, he just felt so loved. To think that she had awakened an entire new aspect of her quirk, out of sheer love. Well it was enough to cheer him up from his previous slump.
It was something that would motivate him constantly to keep striving to become a better version of himself every day.
He might have lost his parents and his youth, but he had Celeste. He had a reason to keep trying. A pride and joy and utter light in his life, one that always pulled him to the shore whenever he felt like he was drowning.
That was more than enough for Icarus. And when the day came that she told him she wanted to follow in her father's footsteps and become a pro hero, instead of envy or that familiar bitterness that had haunted him, he just felt proud. So proud of the girl he had raised.