#smithero

I feel like Hero would get really flustered with how affectionate Smitten is, but feel like I haven't really seen many people explore that yet?

(AAH I agree! I love the idea of Hero getting flustered and wanting praise and I NEED to see him smothered with love, and who better to do that than Smitten? Enjoy!)

Hero wasn't sure what he was doing, but he knew his body was acting on its own, bolting into the closest room he could see.

His face was on fire. His mind was reeling. His heart was pounding.

He wrapped himself in a hug to try and calm his nerves, but his brain couldn't stop repeating that one phrase-

'You're so good for me, Hero.'

The way it had been said, the meaning behind those words, the way he reacted to those words-it all became too much for him, and he took off.

A large part of his brain was still in that moment, engulfed in all the heat and passion and excitement-but a smaller part of him was feeling guilt over running away like that.

He shouldn't of done it. But he was getting overwhelmed. But he shouldn't of done it-

He covered his face with his hands hands groaned loudly, his palms heating up under his cheeks.

"Hero?" Oh no.

"Hero? Is that you?"

Hero didn't respond, instead wrapping himself in his wings, as if that would successfully hide him.

But then the door flung open, and Smitten burst in, not even looking mad like he should be but worried.

When his eyes landed on Hero, his face fell into relief. "Hero! There you are! Are you alright?" Smitten rushed up to him, putting a delicate hand against the feathery wall blocking them

Hero tried to compose himself, tried to act in a way that Smitten wouldn't keep worrying about him, but then flashes of the five minutes prior to this moment spun in his mind.

Of the intense kissing. Of the gentle touching. Of the whispers-

"Yeah I'm fine!" Hero blurted out, in the most not fine way he could possibly manage. Smitten's gentle hands across his wings also wasn't helping.

Smitten's brows furrowed in concern and confusion. "But then why did you take off so suddenly? Did I do something wrong?"

It was more like what Smitten did made something feel right within Hero, and it mortified him to no end.

He just couldn't find the strength to say that though, so he just flashed Smitten what he hoped was a reassuring smile and said, "No, no, you didn't do anything wrong. I just-I-I-"

But then Smitten was peering at him with those soft, loving eyes, and words immediately died on his tongue, and Hero couldn't help but get lost in them.

As if against his will, his wings lowered, and Smitten wasted no time in reaching forward, wrapping his arms around Hero's middle and pulling him in closer, and Hero's body felt on fire from being pressed against Smitten's chest.

"My dear, please tell me if I've upset you in some way. It pains me so if I have."

Hero's hands instinctively went to Smitten's shoulders, and Hero tried to avoid the other's eyes as he said, "You haven't upset me, I promise you that."

"Then why did you take off? I thought we were both enjoying each other."

At that, Hero made a conflicted sound in the back of his throat, especially when Smitten cupped his cheek with one hand and tilted his head closer to him.

There was never exactly a good reason to take off suddenly when you're kissing someone, but Hero desperately needed to get out of there before he exploded. It wasn't that Smitten did anything bad to him, it was that he was being too good.

Hero's face flushed as he remembered the feelings that were flowing through him in that moment before. Love and passion for Smitten, excitement at what they were doing-and then Hero realised something awful about himself.

He liked the way Smitten spoke about him.

Every few seconds, Smitten would pepper in little whispers of praise that made Hero's brain stop working each time, sending a pleasure like no other through him.

So pretty. All mine. So good for him.

It all made his head spin, to the point that he froze, and it felt like he was about to combust if he didn't do something right now. The feelings were all good, but they were so new that they overwhelmed Hero, and when coupled with Smitten, who would also add kissing and gentle touches to the equation, Hero just needed to take a step back.

Unfortunately, Hero was having trouble articulating all of that, especially when Smitten kept getting really close to him in worry, and Hero's body still felt on fire from Smitten's touches, and he squeezed Smitten's shoulders for something to focus on.

He decided that looking into Smitten's eyes was a bad idea, and he looked away slightly as his face burned in embarrassment, and he quietly admitted, "It just got-too much."

"Too much?" Smitten echoed, tilting Hero's head up with a finger under his chin. Unfair. "What do you mean it was too much?"

Hero sighed and shuffled on the spot, feeling Smitten's soft yet worried gaze on him, and Hero just had to trust that Smitten would understand how weird he was being.

"It-It was really good, and then you started to say all those-" Hero paused as his feathers gave away his flustered state, "-things in my ear, it started to get too good for me. I kinda just needed a moment to myself."

"If you wanted a break, then why didn't you just say so?" Smitten asked, thankfully not sounding offended.

Hero chuckled lightly, finally finding the strength to look up at Smitten. "I'm not sure if you've met yourself Smitten, but you kinda-pile on the love real quick, and I didn't really get a chance to think. It was just a little overwhelming. "

That was when he felt Smitten deflate under his grip, and his voice was low with guilt as he said, "Oh, I see." His wings lowered to the ground and Hero felt him begin to pull away. "I'm sorry for smothering you. I'll see myself out-"

Before he could escape though, Hero rolled his eyes and pulled him back in. "I don't want you to leave, moron. I still want to be with you."

Smitten stared at him like he hadn't even thought of that as an option. Hero sighed and tried to keep holding eye contact with the other as he sheepishly asked, "Could we just take it a bit-slower?"

Smitten blinked at him, and then he was suddenly wrapping his arms around Hero's neck with a determined look on his face, and even his voice was serious as he said, "Why don't you show me what pace you would like to go at?"

Hero still felt that intensity under his skin, those passionate feelings that he wasn't used to, and that made him want to run away in mortification.

But instead, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and pressed a soft kiss to Smitten.

The kiss was soft and tender, not like the all encompassing passion and fire that Smitten was known for at all, but it still felt amazing.

Hero kept the kiss slow and gentle, because that was all he could take right now without burning up all over again. He felt Smitten sigh into the kiss and press closer to Hero, but it felt like he was enjoying himself as well.

hteyre so cotton candy

(It's absolutely possible! More Hero being flustered and Smitten being the most doting and affectionate partner around! Enjoy!)

Smitten hummed a happy tune to himself, moving about the kitchen seamlessly, preparing breakfast for his wonderful flock.

He paced back and forth between all the plates, making sure that nothing was out of place. His attention kept going back to one particular plate, taking extra care when putting the finishing touches on it.

Finally, he heard footsteps.

Smitten let a gasp out, smiling brightly as he whirled around, straightening every plate to perfection on the kitchen counter, and waited for his flock to come down.

The first was always Hunted, and today was no different.

Hunted silently walked down the stairs, going straight to the kitchen, and Smitten beamed down at him. "Good morning, my vigilant friend! Are you doing your patrol today?"

Hunted nodded, always quiet in the mornings, but Smitten never minded. He picked up a fresh and shiny apple and showed it to him. "Will still be enough to satisfy you until you get back?"

Hunted nodded again, eyes lighting up at the fruit, and Smitten smiled warmly and tossed it to him, and Hunted effortlessly caught it, before giving him a final nod and walking off.

Next to come down was Opportunist, who hardly looked as if he had just woken up at all. "Good morning, Smitten!"

"Good morning, my dear! How are you today?"

Opportunist smiled, putting his arms behind his back. "Oh, just peachy today, waiting on a hopefully delicious breakfast as well."

"You're in luck then!" Smitten declared, and then handed out a plate with slices of bread with raspberry spread on it, and some berries alongside it. "Here you are, my dear! I hope you like it!"

Opportunist took the plate with a bright smile. "Oh, Smitten, this looks delightful. What would we ever do without you?"

Smitten chuckled, bashful, as Opportunist began to turn back to his room. "I put some extra berries on the plate, just for you!"

Opportunist stumbled a step, before giving Smitten a grateful, flustered smile back, surprise in his eyes.

That was the way it went that morning. Each flockmate would come down, say good morning, and Smitten would hand them their breakfast.

He was just waiting for a certain flockmate to come down.

Finally, after a few minutes of waiting since handing out the last plate, Smitten heard light, cautious footsteps come down the stairs.

Smitten jumped to action, quickly smoothing down his feathers and making sure nothing looked out of place, and then he stood to attention, as finally, Hero came into the kitchen.

He had a few feathers stuck out of place from sleeping, and his gaze was lowered to the floor, but he kept sneaking sheepish glances up at Smitten.

Hero stopped and waved at him. "Morning, Smitten."

Smitten's smile shifted into something a little less bright and a little more hungry.

He leaned forward as much as he could, placing his elbows on the counter, and resting his head in his hands as he deepened his voice and said, "Hello, handsome."

Immediately, all of Hero's feathers puffed up, and his eyes widened in surprise as he stammered on the spot, struggling to respond.

Smitten chuckled at how adorable he was, which only flustered Hero more. Good.

Smitten gestured to the chair across from him and said, "Come, sit down. I made you breakfast."

Hero obliged, keeping his head low as he sat down in front of Smitten, and with the way Smitten was positioned, their faces were inches apart.

Hero's breath hitched, and his eyes went wild with looking at anywhere other than Smitten's face, but he didn't actually move his face away, which amused Smitten.

Without tearing his gaze from Hero, Smitten grabbed his plate and slid it in front of him. "Here you go, sweetheart."

"T-Thank you, Smit-"

Hero paused, spluttering as he stared down at his plate, and Smitten couldn't blame him. He had worked the hardest on Hero's breakfast, after all.

Two deliciously fluffy pancakes sat on his plate, along with perfectly sliced strawberries that Smitten had arranged into a heart shape around the pancakes.

Hero gulped, and finally met Smitten's gaze.

Smitten could swear it got harder to breathe as they locked eyes, and Smitten's gaze kept drifting down to Hero's lips. Then he saw those lips move.

"Thank you, Smitten. It looks really good."

"You look really good," Smitten shamelessly murmured, and Hero made a squeak of embarrassment, before quickly grabbing his fork.

Hero was absolutely adorable. He had a heart of pure gold that was impossible not to fall in love with, and eyes that shone so brightly with kindness that Smitten kept getting lost in them.

But the thing that Smitten loved the most about Hero, was how he reacted to Smitten's flirting.

He blushed and froze at his compliments, letting Smitten touch and whisper comments to him that had Hero hiding behind his wings most days.

But he never ran away from Smitten's advances. He may stutter and not know how to react, but he always stayed close to Smitten. Hero still soaked up the attention and flirting, he still indulged Smitten in their interactions. That was how Smitten knew that there was something true and real between them.

He watched as Hero stabbed a piece of strawberry with his fork, lifting it up to his mouth as he asked, "Did you have breakfast yet?"

Smitten smiled coyly at Hero, and instead of answering, he wrapped his fingers around the top of Hero's fork, gently directing it towards his own mouth, and then he leaned down and wrapped his lips around the strawberry.

He refused to break eye contact with Hero, who's breathing got heavier as he gulped, and Smitten could feel the fire and intensity of his gaze like a comforting glow against his skin. Smitten winked at him, and had the satisfaction of watching Hero's eyes cloud over with passion and desire.

Smitten slowly slid the strawberry into his own mouth, savouring every second of this moment. He finally released Hero's fork as he chewed the strawberry, letting a pleased moan out for an extra effect, and judging by the way Hero's squirmed, it was successful.

He took his time while chewing, letting the sweetness run down his throat as he swallowed, and then he leaned in close to Hero, enough to tease his lips with a graze of his own sticky sweet ones, and whispered, "I was hoping that you could be my breakfast."

They held each other's gaze for who knows how long, but the tension in the air was beginning to crush Smitten, who wanted nothing more than to tackle Hero to the ground and kiss him silly.

He saw Hero's eyes dart towards his lips, and Smitten risked leaning forward just an inch more, and then Hero leaned closer and then- and then

-Hero ate another strawberry.

Smitten flinched, stunned at what just happened, and leaned back to take in Hero's flustered yet playful expression as he chewed his food.

Once he swallowed, he shrugged as a teasing smile pulled at his lips, and then he said, "Let's hope you have a big appetite."

Smitten was shocked- and then he was famished for more of this handsome darling.

Slowly slides over, could perchance get some hero smitten content with the "why does it feel like a good bye?" X nostalgia X love letters never sent?

Thank you for your time have some glitter ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

(OUGH THIS HURTS SO MUCH!! The glitter does nothing to mask the pain/silly. We'll angst Smitten this time because Hero's already gotten a love letter prompt before. Enjoy, and I hope your day is going well too!)

"Why does it feel like a goodbye?"

Smitten rubbed a hand over his face, attempting to wipe away as many tears as he could.

He took a shaky breath in, trying to calm himself, willing his heart to stay intact for just a few moments longer.

But why? Why must his love hurt him so? Why did he let his fears hold him back?

Smitten was so used to letting his passions and feelings lead him around, but the one time it mattered, he hesitated.

Smitten kept trying to rid his mind of his painful thoughts, but it only made them come back with a powerful vengeance, one that made him quietly sob in his bedroom.

He knew he shouldn't do it. He knew it would break his heart even more, but he still cracked the door open and peeked outside.

There, standing in the hallway, in the arms of Smitten's dear brother, was Hero.

The brilliant, beautiful, angelic Hero.

The love of Smitten's life.

Smitten smiled bitterly as he watched Hero giggle at something Skeptic said, and then leaned in to kiss him.

But Smitten was not the love of Hero's life.

No, Skeptic had claimed that title for himself.

Smitten knew he should look away, but what was the point? The damage was already done. Smitten's love had already burned up into ash right in front of him.

He leaned his face against the wall, uncaring if his dark, inky tears stained it. If he was going to allow himself to grieve, he might as well do it while watching Hero smile and be loved by someone else.

There had been so many times where Smitten had wanted to confess to Hero, to pour his heart out and spoil him with gifts and poetic words.

He even had written love letters for Hero to see, letting his love bleed out onto the page like an open wound, until the letter was dripping in fiery desire.

But every time Smitten got close to taking that final step, he remembered what had happened the last time his love had gotten the better of him.

The princess.

The banquet.

The torches.

The crying.

The memories still haunted Smitten wherever he went, and he was determined not to revert back to that shadow.

So he had to push his confession back, just until he found the right time and the right way to do it, to give Hero his heart without giving up everything Smitten was, because he knew Hero wouldn't want that for him either.

But it was too late.

Someone had swept Hero off his feet, and from his own brother, no less.

Smitten gripped the love letter in his hand tighter, staring at the way Hero gazed at Skeptic, at how happy and safe he looked in Skeptic's embrace.

Could Smitten have really made Hero that happy? Or would his affections have smothered Hero until he couldn't breathe?

A tear slowly fell down Smitten's cheek, rolling down his chin until it dripped off, hitting the love letter in his hand and staining it black.

No matter. It wasn't as if anyone was going to want to read those words anymore.

No, this was for the best, Smitten decided. Who was he to stand in the way of true love, after all? Just because it was hurting Smitten's soul, doesn't mean that it isn't meant to be. It just wasn't meant to be for Smitten.

He sighed, looking back on better memories to try and cool the pain in his heart.

He remembered teaching Hero to dance, and how Hero kept apologising for every little mistake. It was adorable.

Or the time that Smitten had treated them to a picnic. Oh, how perfect that day had been, and Hero's smile had shone brighter than the sun itself.

These memories used to fill Smitten with a sweet fondness. But now there was just an aching nostalgia in its place, for a time where Smitten still felt alive and that he knew what his purpose was.

He decided to cling to the memories and its bittersweet nostalgia.