#smitbroken

[cracked-frog]

Your honour, they're in love

Broken gets the best treatment here, all the love he deserves

and some random sketches

[rook2ii]

aghhh drawing that drawing of Broken got me all freaking obsessed with him so I did a couple more (much quicker) Broken doodles (ft. Britten)

I drew him with his shorter hair that he has when he first shows up in my SU x STP au, plus revamping my normal design for him a bit :]

(he has legs, i was just too lazy to draw them alsmdjfhfnrsksjs--)

Also! A bit of Smitten's gem design! :D

[fluffy-p0ckymonster]

Thinking about SmitBroke- sadly lil man thing with doting husband. Bonding over their relationship with the Princess, wandering the world looking for her and then falling in love? Idk

[cracked-frog]

Smitten x Broken anyone?

ouuggghhhhhhh I just need them to be happy broooooooo

look at theeemmmmmm aawwweeeeeeee

refs I used

[cracked-frog]

Inspired by @writingdevil 's ability to write beautiful shorts, I decided to try and do something of my own💚

Hope you like the little Smitten x Broken hurt/comfort(mostly comfort) I scraped out of my head:

Broken was so unbelievably adorable, Smitten thought. It wasn't a rare thought, but it sometimes filled his whole mind and he just couldn't rip his gaze away from the creature he grew to adore so much. He was asleep in Smitten's bed, murmuring and groaning in his slumber. Much to his lover's disappointment, he was facing away, he must've turned during the night. Broken twitched again and huffed. Smitten leaned in, trying to get a glimpse of his face, he couldn't. He closed his eyes and breathed in the air. It wasn't a pleasant smell, exactly what you could assume it smelling like after a good 10 hours of sleep, but it reminded him that he's here, that this is real. Right, he'd already been sleeping for too long. After a long sigh he turned to get off the bed.

"Noo... don't.." a low voice broke the silence. Broken, still laying down, reached out to grab his lover's arm. He missed completely, only slightly brushing against Smitten's feathers. He let out a groan at his miscalculation, opening his eyes for more than a few seconds would probably help his aim. Smitten turned around, confused. He was certain Broken was still asleep but apparently his touch starved sensors were greater than the desire to rest.

"Don't worry my dear, I'm just headed to grab a snack and I will be right back in your embrace. Want me to bring you anything?"

Smitten already assumed Broken would stay a sad little ball in bed for at least a couple hours, so bringing him breakfast seemed like the best option to get him to eat anything. The sad little ball still tried to reach his hand to the other, so he finally grabbed it, stroking his thumb along the trembling hand. He had hoped it would calm Broken's stressed mind enough to at least grab some water and something capable of being a breakfast. Unexpectedly, the already hard grip tightened like his life depended on it. It started to hurt. Smitten almost ripped away, but Broken's tone made him stop.

"Don't go... please" he kept his face hidden now, muffled by the sheets, but the desperation in his voice was very noticeable.

"Now now, I'm the dramatic one here, I promise I won't take long. You can keep the bed warm and cozy for us, alright?" Despite being worried, Smitten tried to crack a joke. Some mornings were just more difficult for them, they both learned how to soothe each other in these moments, yet this time Broken seemed dead set on not letting go. Usually some words of reassurance worked, usually he let go easier. Usually... he didn't cry. Broken's body trembled slightly when a long held sob broke out of him. He sat up on his knees and clutched Smitten's hand in both of his, digging his talons in soft flesh.

"Please..." he started, another defeated sob shook his body, giving up to his emotions. "I feel like I'm gonna die" He didn't look up, god, he must sound so desperate right now. But he just couldn't stop. Smitten didn't respond, didn't move, it almost felt like he disappeared for a moment. A sharp and hot pain broke out the little one, mind screaming at him to do something, at the thought of loneliness.

"-Like if I let you go, if I'm left alone, I'm gonna crumble into pieces and become nothing again. That every sensation will turn into burning pain." He started spiraling. Not good. "My insides hurt, my heart wants to explode I can't-"

"That's quite enough!" Smitten closed the distance between them, hugging Broken tightly. He hated when his partner went off with his horrible visions or nightmares regarding the princess, unfortunately mostly for selfish reasons, but it didn't matter right now. This wasn't about him. Smitten could feel the other's heartbeat. It was unnaturally fast. He exhaled soundly, then took a deep breath. Again, slow breaths, to force Broken into matching his rhythm, little by little, taking their time to calm down the distressed little voice. He was desperately clutching at Smitten, careful not to scratch him, shifting his hands awkwardly from time to time when he felt he could hurt the one willing to take care of him.

"I know she hurt us because she was hurting too-" Broken felt so stupid, so pathetic for breaking down like this. He tried steading his wobbly voice but it only made it even more squeaky.

"-But I'm still so scared. I never want to be so hurt again, or hurt someone else." He loosened his grip on the other's back and let the last of his tears fall on his shoulder.

Smitten looked at his hand, where Broken held him, there were four little wounds from his sharp talons. He wasn't going to tell him, Broken didn't need another thing to worry about today. For Smitten it was a sign of how much he's needed and it was enough to make the pain go away.

They finally laid down again, Broken's head snugly placed in Smitten's soft chest feathers. He sniffed for the last time and cracked a small smile, but it quickly disappeared.

"I'm sorry."

Smitten's ears perked up, glancing at the bird on his chest.

"Never be sorry for opening up about your feelings." His unwounded hand gently stroked Broken's cheek, smoothly brushing through his feathers.

“But it feels so- idiotic- to still feel like I'm about to die. Will it always feel like this?”

Both went silent for a short while. Broken was starting to regret his question but the latter spoke up.

"Someone really close told me that feelings pass, they always do." He turned his head away and closed his eyes, letting his words flow. "-And as hard as it was to accept at the time, it was true, in a way. These emotions that overflow you, they will let go someday, but you have to let them be seen and understood." his tone lacked his usual passion and energy, it was almost cold. Broken looked up, Smitten's expression seemed blank, he was looking across the room, lost in thought.

"Are you already there? Free?" The blunt question brought him back to reality.

"Oh, you flatter me so, love. I have a long way to go, but I hold onto this hope, that we can both let go someday."

Broken hummed in agreement and yawned.

"That seems.. good enough.”