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Touchy Feely - a demonheart fanfiction

a note: my first time publishing something on tumblr! I'm very proud of this and I haven't published any writing in several years so I wanted to get it out as far as I could :D

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Brash had never quite denied that he was a touchy feely person. When it came to the old knights, he didn't dare touch most of them, but with Jarlan and Rose he'd always have some form of physical touch with them, whether it was a playful gesture or a well deserved slap across the back of the head. When it came to training recruits, he was very hands on, especially with the young, pretty ones. The ones who he felt shouldn't have had anything to do with being a soldier. The girls whom, he believed, should have stayed home and warmed their boyfriends beds.

When he met Bright, the ex-knight's ‘touchy-feelyness’ escalated. Never had he known someone who he wanted to touch so much, whether it was holding her in his arms, keeping his hand on her at all times, even if it wasn't the most convenient time. Even after their shotgun wedding, officiated by a priest who had been drunker than a mule, Brash had to touch Bright in some way or form.

Keeping her locked tightly in his arms in the middle of the night, burying his face in the crook of her neck to make sure she wouldn't leave, or brushing her fiery hair with the same golden brush he had kept for so long. For the first time in his life, Brash enjoyed just holding someone, with no expectations of sex. He had learned that intimacy didn't have to be just in the bedroom.

….though he would be lying if he said he didn't enjoy that just as much, basking in the surprised sounds of his wife whenever he'd walk up and suddenly grind his hips against her beautiful ass in the middle of their cabin, or when Ari would come to chat, taking a break from her adventures across the countryside, and Brash would bring Bright to sit on his lap as he'd slide his fingers between her legs under the table, curling them inside her warm, inviting cunt. That one happened a lot more than Bright would like, having to watch Brash's wicked grin when he played with her right in front of their friend, acting as if nothing was happening and she had to go along with it.

After the fateful trip back to the ‘baby making altar’, a trip that Brash definitely didn't want to talk about, he thought that there was no way he could want to touch her more. The amount he wanted to touch her was already an indescribable amount. But, he was wrong, for when the day came that Bright told him in all her excitement that she was fairly sure she was with child, it was then on that he had to be right next to her. His touches became more gentle, as he'd help her out of bed on the days she had trouble getting up. He'd try his best to be soft, something he didn't think he could be, as he'd casually have his large hand on top of Bright's growing stomach, leaning his head on her shoulder. Whispering naughty things in her ear, about how he wished he could fuck even more babies into her, his eyes would blow wide with surprise as he felt a kick.

When he felt another a few minutes after, that's when Brash knew he was done for. And Bright would look up at him, a warm smile on her lips as she intertwined her fingers with his. “They feel their papa.”

Fuck, he knew it. He thought he might as well have died and gone to whatever afterlife the Gods intended.

That night, Brash made love to her with such fervor and a passion that he hadn't had since the first time they slept together, that night in Ravage so many moons ago. While Bright had a hard time finding her words, nothing but moans and broken prayers of his name on her lips, the blond she loved so much was planting kisses on her stomach. “Mine, mine… My favorite pussy, all mine.” He looked up at her, lust and love and every possible emotion swirling in his green eye. He moved up to kiss her softly on the lips, speaking as he went. “You're b-both…. mine. My kitty girl, my baby… all mine.” Without a coherent thought, she nods along with him, breathing out, “Only yours, Brash,” ending the night on a high note as they both came with each other.

Once the seven month mark came, Ari had been insisting on coming to the house more often, much to Brash's chagrin. He hated that any free time he had at home (because Bright insisted he get more work to do, what with the baby coming and how more food would cost more money) had to be spent with the both of them. Aside from sleeping or a seldom day of the week, the couple was accompanied by Ari, which Bright was delighted about. The witch and the redhead would find things to talk about while they took walks, the hulking man staying close behind them as he seethed quietly. As time went on, however, he was secretly very thankful for Ari's help, as it seemed she knew exactly how to take care of his pregnant wife and help prepare for the infant. It was as if the girl had maternal instincts, which to Brash seemed like a common thing in women now that he took notice of it.

But seeing Ari help Bright around the house, or bring home some cute knick knack for the nursery made the man scared. As the suspected date came closer, Brash found himself, the intimidating former Knight of Scarcewall, the one who frightened others and took joy from it; he found that he was now the one that was terrified.

When morning had come with sunlight streaming through the curtains of their bedroom, Brash looked over at his wife's sleeping person and his breath hitched. After all this time he still couldn't figure out why even looking at her made him feel so much, but he had given up figuring out why a long time ago. He decided to get up without waking her, stroking her mussed up hair as he left the bed. He watched as she stirred in her sleep, a small smile playing on his face when he listened to her snore loudly all of a sudden, before she turned her head and slept silently again.

He quickly threw on a cotton shirt, knowing that Ari was most likely still in the house, and he didn't want her to see the deep scars on his chest. With the demonic powers he and Bright were granted, most of his scars faded away, all the signs of battle he had endured completely gone. Yet the surgical scars left from the witch Rivera taking his heart– they were the ones that stayed. As if even after her imprisonment she was still a part of him, taunting him with the memory of how he was her toy.

He shook his head, shoving the memories back into a deep recess of his head. ‘I'm no one's bitch dog.’ he thought to himself as he wandered out of the bedroom, closing the door softly as he made his way to the kitchen.

Just as he thought, he saw the purple haired girl standing by the sink, scrubbing a pot like her life depended on it. He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at her. He knew she didn't get much sleep in general, but he wondered just how long she had been awake. “Beating that thing into submission, huh, little witch?” He spoke up, his loud, gruff voice cutting through the silence (the silence mixed in with a scrubbing pad) and causing the smaller girl to jump in surprise. She turned to look at him, an annoyed look on her face as she watched him bark out a laugh.

“Brash, you scared me! You're lucky my hands were full with this or I'd have to raise your baby for you.” He frowned at the sentence, taking a step into the kitchen. He looked at the room around them, seeing how clean it was compared to the mess from last night; Bright had decided then and there she wanted to learn how to bake. It didn't go very well. “You cleaned this all up? How long have you been awake?” He asked in a bit of surprise, looking down at her.

“This is nothing for me. But… I have been awake for a while.” Ari sighed, stopping her scrubbing to look at Brash, leaning her head down to rest a moment. “I'd have asked you for help, but knowing you, you'd probably laugh and say that cleaning up was a woman's job.” The man looked away at that, knowing that yes she was absolutely right. But he'd help her anyway! ….if only so Bright didn't get emotional at seeing the still messy kitchen and cry. Brash was also finding out that pregnant women have a hell of a time with their emotions. Sometimes being near his wife scared him.

“Don't worry, after this last pot, I'm going to take a wonderful nap. Your sofa is surprisingly comfortable. I figured a brute like you would want something more firm.” She chuckled quietly to herself, Brash trying to choose the words he wanted to say carefully.

“Ari, I… fuck. Do you know how to hold a baby?” When he asked that, he had to look away from her, feeling…. shame? Was that what it was? Shame that he was damn near forty years old and he was asking someone he somewhat considered a friend if she knew how to hold a baby? He hated this feeling. Ari did look at him, first in surprise, and then her face went deadpan. “Uhm…. of course I do? It's fairly easy. Are you trying to tease me right now?”

“Teach me. How to hold a baby.” With all the gross shame that he felt, Brash's question came out as more of a demand, and he groaned when he saw the look Ari gave him. “Don't fucking look at me like that. I hate this as much as you think I do.” She took a step closer to him, Brash staring her down, daring her to tease him in any way. “You're…. asking me… to show you how to hold a baby?” He nodded slowly.

“Ooh, okay, that's…. a new one.” Ari put her hands on her hips, whistling. “Don't you have a younger sister? Didn't you carry her at all?” He scoffed at the mention of his sister, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Why do you bring that bitch up? We're so close in age anyway, the last time I held her she was half my size.” He sighed heavily, hand moving to massage his temple. “I don’t know who else to ask, Ari. It’s bloody shameful, is what it is, I have to resort to asking you of all people how to hold a baby with killing it because I’m afraid of what my wife would say if I fuckin’ asked her.” The witch stared at him, confused. Was this the same man she had known for the past decade? It couldn’t be, because to Ari, this man was showing…. insecurity. Even if he glared at her while showing vulnerability.

She huffed, taking a moment to think about her options before she smiled. “Alright then, I’ll show you. If mostly for the sake of you not dropping your child like a sack.” She snickered, going over to the cupboards and opening them to search. Brash tapped his foot impatiently, looking over at the floor when he heard her speak. “You may not think it, Brash, but it’s very brave of you to ask for this. Most men wouldn’t even hold their own kids.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I didn’t even want to think about children until she came along. ….I didn’t think it’d even be possible. Not after what that damned woman did to me.” Ari looked behind her shoulder at him, feeling a tinge of guilt at his words. But for everything he said about Rivera, every loathsome thought he had about her, it felt that every day that passed, his anger at Ari for the events that happened faded away more. He wasn’t always the best person to talk to, she thought, but she had zero plans to stop being friends with him. Besides, he and Bright were a package deal now.

“Ah! Here we are.” Ari pulled out the unopened bag of flour, holding it in her arms as she stood back up. “Can you bend down and grab the sack of potatoes?” She looked at Brash, who raised an eyebrow at her. She told him to just do it, him shrugging as he knelt down on the ground. “You just wanted to stare at my ass without me knowing, that it, little witch? It’s a taken ass, you know.” Ari groaned, walking to the other side of the kitchen as Brash laughed heartily. He grabbed the sack of vegetables, having no trouble whatsoever as he stood back up and followed where she had gone. “Didn’t get enough of Bright’s baking yesterday?”

Ari felt a shiver go down her back at the mention of her friend’s baking escapade. “We’d do best to not bring that up. But no, this isn’t for baking; hold your sack in your arms like this.” She moved her arms to adjust the bag of flour, using her left arm to support the top of the bag, tucking it in her elbow as she moved her right arm to cradle under the bag. She showed what she did to Brash, who just looked very confused. She raised a brow at him, and he attempted to do the same thing. Ari leaned closer towards him, keeping her flour bag supported as she used one hand to move his hand lower on his sack. “You don’t want your hands to be touching necessarily, imagine this is the rear end, you want to support it.” He let her move his hand, deciding he’d stay silent in place of saying something. “You probably don’t know just how fragile a newborn is. Don’t squeeze it either, your strength will cause you to be out of a baby. And potatoes.”

Brash nodded, keeping as gentle a grip as he could on the sack, looking to Ari for what to do next. She started to slowly rock the bag, a small smirk coming on her face. “Remember this, and you’ll have the holding it down. Now you should start rocking it back and forth, or bouncing your arm gently.” She laughed at the face he gave her, enjoying being the one he looked to for guidance for once. “I ain’t rocking shit, Ari.” She frowned, putting her bag down on the counter and standing in front of Brash. Once she did so, she started poking the potato sack, the speed and force of her poking increasing as she spoke.

“Oh no, Brash, the baby is crying and Bright is nowhere to be found! How are you going to stop the baby from crying?!” She made a mock crying sound, poking the ‘baby’ more. “Stop that! The baby is crying ‘cause you’re standing there poking it!”

“No, the baby is crying because you’re not rocking it!” Suddenly it felt like Ari was staring Brash down, not the other way around, as she glared at him, her poking not ceasing. The man huffed, attempting to throw his hands up but only letting go of the sack for a moment. Immediately, he moved to grab it, the poking still not stopping. “Fine, I’ll rock the fucking baby so you stop poking it. This is why I shouldn’t have asked…” He groaned aloud, not quite sure what to do but he slowly started to bounce his arm, keeping a hold of the sack. A minute had gone by and Brash seemed to be sticking to a steady pace, especially after Ari’s poking slowed down, and finally stopped. Her lips tilted up to a smile, and she was about to say something, before she heard a familiar tune.

Confused, she looked up at Brash, to see his eyes closed and him…. Oh dear, she thought, he was humming. She was shocked, the sight of the brutish, hulking man in front of her, the pig of a man that she knew all these years…. was rocking a potato sack in his arms, humming what she was fairly sure was a children’s nursery rhyme. When she thought about it, however, she smiled warmly, leaning against the counter as she watched him.

Brash had no idea what he was doing. All he knew was that it felt right, picturing a real tiny baby in his arms as he hummed a song that he remembered his mother singing to him decades ago. He knew he didn’t sound as pretty as she did, but what difference does that make to a baby? He figured even now all the baby would want to do is play with his braid, let alone pay attention to his voice. Time felt like it slowed down, and Brash didn’t know how much time had passed when he felt a hand on his arm. He opened his good eye to look down, seeing Ari with a happy look on her face.

“It’s not going to be easy, but I think you’re going to make a fairly okay father, Brash.” Instead of insulting her like she thought he would, Brash smiled, looking down at the sack as he continued rocking it. There would be plenty of time to make snide comments at her later, but right now, he wanted to just stay there, rocking the bag and not moving Ari’s hand from his arm. It felt like having a friend.

“Brash, love, what was all that yelling a moment ago….” Brash and Ari looked up at the entrance to the kitchen, seeing Bright standing in the doorway as she yawned. Immediately, Brash dropped the potato sack on the ground, rushing over to his wife as Ari tsk’ed and tried getting the sack off the ground. ‘I hope he doesn’t drop the real baby like that at the sight of his beloved Bright.’ she thought.

“Sweetheart, kitten, what are you doing out of the bed? You should have called for me, I’d have been there to help you.” He doted on her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as she tried moving his arm away. “I can get out of bed just fine, love, I’m pregnant, not broken.” As much as she tried moving away, Bright had to admit she quite enjoyed his affection and care. Even if it bordered on obsessiveness sometimes. She looked around the kitchen, shock written on her face. “The kitchen! Did you guys clean it?” Picking up the sack, Ari opened her mouth to say something, before Brash did it for her. “Ari did most of it, but I helped– strong brute and all that.” He smirked, his hand cupping Bright’s cheek to kiss her as Ari frowned, throwing an obscene gesture with her finger at Brash, making him bark out a laugh when he pulled away from Bright.

“I think it looks absolutely beautiful, you two. Thank you.” She smiled brightly, taking a hold of Brash’s hand, making the brute of a man melt. Only she could make him putty in her hands. “So I assume the yelling I heard was from you two arguing about how to clean? It makes sense.” She chuckled, Ari and Brash glancing at each other, a silent agreement between them to not say anything as they nodded. When Bright stopped laughing, she moved her other hand to touch the ends of her husband’s hair. “Your hair…. It’s starting to get long again. I know it’s a bad idea for you to grow it out when you’re considered on the run still, but I quite like it getting a little bit long.” At her words, the man flushed red, turning away from her as she laughed again.

“Why don’t we get dressed and go for a walk to the flower field? Ari, do you want to come?” Bright looked around Brash to find the witch giving a yawn herself. “As nice as that sounds, Bright, I’ve been awake for too long. I am going to lay down on that amazing sofa of yours.” The redhead nodded, going back to playing with Brash’s hair as Ari walked past them. “Enjoy your nap, Ari.”

The two stood in the kitchen alone for a moment, Brash’s face still red as Bright ran her fingers through his hair. She leaned in closer to him, standing on her toes as she steadied herself to not fall. She then stuck her tongue out, licking the shell of his ear as he felt goosebumps on his arms. “Why don’t you and I go get dressed together in our room? The flower field can wait.” He nodded eagerly, a shout of surprise coming from Bright as he picked her up in his arms. One arm supporting the head, the other arm supporting the ass end, just like Ari taught him.

“Anything you want, kitten.”

#demonheart #sir brash #Bright #ari #demonheart hunters #demonheart series #fluff #there is a tinge of smut #growls barks #I'll fix the formatting for this when I get home

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