This is a Blossutch fic that showcases their daughter.
Pairing: Blossutch. (really about their daughter though)
lol dont hate me if you cry :) Hope you enjoy
“Rosebud could you go get me a pair of socks?” Butch asked his five year old daughter who was coloring. “We wanna make sure we aren’t late for dinner.”
“Okay daddy!” Briar grinned before skipping towards her dad’s bedroom.
The closet was vast and filled with a ton of clothes. She looked around before spotting the sock drawer.
Briar rummaged through his socks. Her little hands searched around for a pair that matched, a pair daddy would like. She smiled as she found two black socks and held them up next to each other.
“Same size!” She giggled and put the rest of the socks back into the drawer. She turned to leave, ready to go see her cousins and maybe Auntie Bubbles made her favorite cookies.
She was excited to go to the family party, she hadn’t been to one in years and daddy did buy her this brand new dress. It was black with a fluffy tutu and a red ribbon that went around the waist. She had begged to get it the moment she saw it in the store. Mommy would love it too and it would be a shame if she didn’t get to twirl and dance around in it.
Her hair was down and scattered in her face. Her thick black locks always caused her trouble. Mommy was so good with her hair but daddy does his best. She thinks it funny when he stretches the hair tie too much making it break or fling across the room.
But this was a special occasion. She would be starting second grade this fall and was a big girl. No more baby stuff. She wanted her hair up, just like mommy but it was missing something.
She went to the vanity that was in the closet. Earrings and necklaces were in a box but she couldn’t wear those, maybe when she was older. Maybe daddy would get her some small clip ons, she would like that.
Briar shrugged and blew some hair out of her face before making sure she had the socks for her dad. As she was leaving the closet she saw a box at the top shelf, its lid slightly open and something spilling out of it slightly.
She looked towards the door then back to the box where the lid was off slightly. She knew she shouldn’t be peeking. Daddy always said not to peek or at least don’t get caught. Her mother would have tapped daddy on the arm and told him not to corrupt her, but she was a big girl. She knew how not to get caught.
And if she did get caught, she would bat her pretty little eyelashes and get out of trouble, just like Uncle Brick said. If she told Uncle Brick he would be proud.
She threw the socks to the ground and floated up to where the box laid on the top shelf. She brought it to the floor before wiping off a thin layer of dust. Carefully she opened it up and looked inside. It seemed to be a collection of things from her mom and dad’s childhood.
A Polaroid photo of her mom and dad was in her hands. In the background was the ocean and mommy had a big smile on her face as her daddy kissed her cheek. She smiled softly at it and placed it on the floor. Another one had her mother in a sparkly deep red dress. Her father held her close as his tie matched and at the bottom ‘senior prom’ was written.
She found other things too. A set of letters and even more pictures. A fluffy sweater and even an empty perfume bottle. A tube of lipstick and a hockey puck. Funny items.
A small black box was inside and she flipped the latch before looking at the small ring inside. “Oooo pretty!” She grinned before placing it next to the other things.
She was about to close the box when she spotted the object that sparked her curiosity. She took it in her hands and ran her thumb across the soft fabric. Its color was bright and matched her dress sash.
An idea popped in her head and she closed the box, flying to the vanity and grabbing her hairbrush she kept in here. She pulled her dark locks up and tried to remember how mommy had taught her. After a few minutes she flashed a toothy grin at her reflection and added the final touches.
“Briar? Do you need help?” She heard her father call but he was already stepping through the closet door and picked up the socks she had gathered. “Honey are you ready-” His breath caught in his throat as he looked at the items splayed on the floor.
“Daddy look!” He tore his eyes from the pictures and looked at his daughter who was spinning in her dress. “I’m going to be the prettiest girl at the party!”
He felt a cold chill run up his spine as he sank to his knees. She ran up to him. Pure innocence shined through her eyes. Those sparkly pink eyes. He remembers when he held her for the first time. She blinked and revealed the soft baby pink eyes that were given by her mother.
Butch looked at the memories on the floor then back at her. He felt small fingers wipe away tears he didn’t know were falling and he hugged her close before placing a kiss on her forehead. His thumb stroked her cheek as she stared at him with adoration and a vivid smile that showed her missing tooth.
“You look beautiful baby.” He said before picking her up and kissing her cheek.
He made sure to grab his socks before he looked back at the box, then closed the door.
“Do you think they will like my outfit?” She asked as he buckled her into her car seat.
“I know they will love it.” He gave her a soft smile before getting into the driver's seat.
Bubbles looked at the clock on the stove and smiled as she took the garlic bread out and set it on the counter. “Honey could you grab the silverware for me?” She said to Brick as he bounced his 8 month year old in his arms.
He nodded before handing his son to Buttercup and getting the table set up.
“Smells good sis.” Buttercup said before cooing at the baby whose light blue eyes blinked up at her.
In the living room they could hear the five other children tackle Boomer. “Kids don’t hurt your father too bad.” Buttercup tossed over her shoulder as she kept her eyes on the baby. “Man, I miss when they were this small.”
“Feel free to come and change diapers then.” Brick laughed as he finished. “Bella, punch him in the gut!” Brick called out to his seven year old daughter who was now on Boomers back.
“Bella do not punch your uncle!” Bubbles sang as she set everything in the dining room. “Alright, now we are just waiting on Butch.” She said. “Alright kids go wash your hands.” She clapped and soon five kids rushed to the small bathroom down the hallway.
“Thank god.” Boomer said as he stood and brushed off his shirt. “Little demons.”
They all gathered in the kitchen grabbing the rest of the things. “Dad go sit down.” Bubbles shooed him.
The professor laughed before taking his grandson from Buttercup’s arms. “Alright dear, but I’m sitting at the end with the kids.”
“As if we expected you to sit anywhere else.” Bubbles kissed his cheek.
They heard the front door open and Butch telling Briar to go wash her hands.
“No daddy, I want them to see!” She protested and before he could say anything she flew to the kitchen and walked through. “Auntie look at my new dress!”
Bubbles giggled as she turned around with a plate in hand. “Its so pretty-” Her eyes widened in shock as she stared at the little girl in front of her. The plate slipped from her hands as Brick caught her before her knees hit the ground.
The rest of them fell silent as Briar stood looking at the smashed plate. Butch came from behind her, an unreadable expression on his face.
Bubbles hand covered her mouth as tears brimmed her eyes and she choked out a sob. “Shes-shes.” tear dripped down her cheeks as Brick tried to ease her.
Buttercup leaned down next to her, avoiding the glass on the ground. “You found her bow.” She whispered as she touched the fabric in her hair. It was almost uncanny. Even with the dark locks, she resembles her sister so much. The bow stood proudly on her head and she was transported back to the days where she was this young. She missed those days. She missed her sister.
“I heard something break, is everyone okay.” The professor asked and saw Briar. His eyes trailed to the bow and he felt his heart squeeze tight. She turned and floated up to him, eye bright and wide. “You look just like Blossom.” He said.
Briar blinked up at him. “Really? Do you think mommy would like it?”
“Oh I think she would love it Cupcake.” He looked towards Butch who was smiling softly.
“I miss her.” Briar spoke as she wiped her face. “I want mommy back.”
“I know honey, we all do.” Butch took her from the professor’s arms and kissed her temple.
Boomer patted her head as he walked by. “I think we should all start dinner.”He looked towards the floor. “And clean this mess.”
The dinner was calm and smooth, as calm and smooth as six children plus a baby could be. They ate and every so often someone would look towards the bow. It was years of memories weaved into the red fibers. The amount of monster attacks and fights it had seen.
The damage it had taken and the ups and downs. It was there through it all. It was almost too much to see it now.
It was hardest for Butch to see it. He remembers everything so vividly, down to the point of when it was last worn. Like the end of an era, it was gone. It was a symbol of justice and peace, a symbol of love and laughter. But it had faded over the years.
The kids were in their own world as the front door opened. All eyes looked to see Blossom walking in the door. Her hair was cut to her shoulders and she kicked off her shoes. “Hi everyone!” She smiled.
“Blossom?” Butch said. “I thought you were coming home next week?” He stood and met her at the door. His wife giggled as she kissed his cheek.
“Well I am so good at my job that I finished my case early.” She simply shrugged. “I'm just mad it kept me away from you all for two months.”
In a flash her daughter was in her arms and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
“Mommy look!” She pointed to her hair.
Blossom laughed a little before hugging her close. “Oh I see you found my old bow.” She gave a small frown. “It's kinda faded and smells dusty. Tell you what when we get home I’ll give you one of my new bows and we can tie this onto your bear daddy since it's a little worn.”
She carried her towards the table before kissing her husband and setting Briar down. She looked at Bubbles and saw the red under her eyes and others. “Have you all been crying?” She asked as she took a seat and Boomer handed her a plate.
“Maybe.” Bubbles whispered.
Brick rolled his eyes and wiped some sauce off of his daughter's face. “They saw her in your bow and broke down. You all cried as if Blossom was dead geez.”
“It was cute!” Buttercup yelled. “And I'm six months pregnant so I'm allowed to be sad.”
Blossom giggled and turned to Butch. “Did you cry?” She smirked and he glared at her.
“Of course I did. Look at my little angel.” He pointed to Briar who was holding a noodle over her mouth with her hands. “Precious.”
“Maybe I’ll grow my hair out again.” She said. “I miss the bows.” She touched her hair.
“I’m just saying no one cried when I gave my hat to my kids.” Brick pouted.
They all turned towards him. “No one cares about your hat bro.” Boomer said as he shoved some bread in his mouth.”
Bubbles patted her husband’s hand. “I thought it was sweet. It was also five years ago so the moment is gone dear” She smiled sweetly.
They all laughed at Brick who was still pouting and Blossom looked over to see her daughter laughing with her cousins. She remembers a time where she never left the house without her signature bow. It held good and bad memories but now it just gave her pure joy to see her daughter wearing it proudly.
hahahaha no shes not dead lol. sorry if you cried. to be fair i was gonna make her dead but i got really sad and decided to spare the feels.
