Reader: F
Character:Tenya Iida
Rating: G
Summary:After a long day, you just want to dance.
Warning:Fluff
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You swayed side to side with Iida, you were in his arms as he gently moved with you. You were both in your pajamas. It was late into the evening and only now you had gotten settled in for the night.

After a long afternoon of patrolling then going back out in the evening left you both feeling exhausted. But there was rarely any rest for heroes. 

You got comfortable in your sweatpants and turned on the radio. That was when Iida took you in his arms and started to sway with you. He loved the feeling of you in his arms. You were so comforting against him. 

The song played on the radio, you two continued to move together slowly. He leaned in and kissed you on the lips.

You two had been together for a few years now, but even after all that time he kisses still delighted you. They made you blush and you kissed him back. 

He took you by the hand and spin you around gently before he pulled you back in and in for another kiss. 

  “Saving the city is nothing compared to kissing you.” You said with a small chuckle.

He chuckled back and kissed you again, once he started kissing you he had a hard time stopping. He felt bruised and achy from fighting bad guys but the pain seemed to lessen when your lips connected with his. 

His sculpted arms went back around you as you two continued to move together. Your movements were in sync with one another, moving together as one unit. Just as you acted on the battlefield. 

One team, together. 

You spun him around and laughed, he pulled you close so your chests were touching. He went in for another kiss and you pulled away before he could plant it on you. 

  “Kiss me.” he said as he took hold of your hand, “I want you to kiss me.” 

  “Okay, fine.” You chuckled, “You’re addicted.”

  “Kisses are quite good for the body actually. They reduce stress.” He said matter of factly. 

You laughed and he pulled you in for another kiss. His lips were soft and warm. You spent some time kissing before you went back to dancing together. Your hips moved in time with the song. 

Eventually it ended and he rested his forehead against your shoulder, still holding onto your hands. 

  “I love you.” He said.

  “I love you too.” You replied with a smile. 

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summary ♡royalty au! the whole kingdom fell silent at midnight, not a single sound lingered in the icy air. well, besides the laughter of the sappy lovers who snuck out to slow dance in the forest..

word count ♡1.4k

tws ♡minor injuries

a/n ♡ one forbidden lovers, royalty au! with a side of knight! iida for @coleluuviida​? ‍ haha this was so fun to write. i hope it’s not too cheesy

Racing through the tightly packed trees of the forest, you mercilessly bulldozed past any branches that dared dangle in your path, all while attempting not to wince and whimper at how the twigs scattered across the ground dug into your bare soles; which led to you instinctively skipping over the ground, stepping as lightly as possible, even at the expense of your own dignity as your movements were far from graceful. 

Leaping over the floor with unequal steps, trying to avoid the sticks at all costs, eventually lead to you tripping over your feet and heading face-first towards the ground, unsurprisingly. Since you had been forcing your way past nippy branches, your arms were already outstretched in front of you to brace for impact, but fortunately only the palm of your right hand met the ground before a strong arm had slipped under your shoulder from behind, holding you mid-air. 

“(y/n)!” A familiar voice yelled quietly, specifically the voice of the man placing you upright once again, “No shoes in this chilly weather? You’re sure to catch a cold— here, take my jacket.”

Before you could protest, a large duster was being thrown over your shoulders, along with a broad pair of arms around your waist. “My shoes would be torn if I came out here with them on, then everyone would know that I snuck out.” You whispered, failing to stifle a giggle at how comical it was to hear Iida cross while attempting to remain hushed. 

“I understand.” He hummed, swaying slightly from side-to-side and utilising his grip of your waist so you mimicked his actions, “Just try to be more careful next time; who knows what dangers could lie in the soil? Have I told you about how I once got a massive shard of glass stuck in my clogs when patrolling this area with my unit?”

“Too many times to keep track of.”

He chuckled heartily; something you’ve always admired about him, “Well, my point is, if I was wearing any other type of shoe, I would have been seriously wounded.”

You shivered, even under the warm comfort of Iida’s jacket, there was still no protection from such a horrifying image. “Sometimes I fear that you’ll tell these kinds stories to your children.” You grimaced once more, only to receive another playful kiss, placed upon your forehead.

Perhaps you were overthinking, but you wondered if there was an important explanation for Iida’s rather out-of-character behaviour; he’s usually not as affectionate, not to say that you had an issue with the change, you simply worried that their might be a holiday or birthday you were forgetting about. 

“Why are you being so soft today?” The bluntness in your inquiry caused another chuckle to erupt from throat, as he continued to sway behind you, but now with more confidence and rhythm. 

“No reason. I just find that this icy weather has given me an excuse to be close to you.” You could almost hear the sheepish smile he wore, along with the subtle rising and falling of his chest against your back, “Also, you’re probably aware of the ceremony that the entire order of knights was made to attend?”

He awaited your hum of approval before continuing, “After business, the King hired the kingdom’s most renowned troubadour to recite a few poems for us. Now, one is stuck in my head.”

You smiled, recalling how it was your idea to honour the guards for their tireless work, but choosing against mentioning it and simply appreciating that Iida enjoyed the perk. However, you weren’t exactly an aesthete, so you didn’t have a single clue as so what songs or poems the troubadour performed. 

“Do you think you could sing one for me?”

Since he was standing behind you, Iida was fortunate that you didn’t see how his cheeks visibly heated up at your innocent inquiry; it saved him endless minutes of being teased, “Oh, I hardly remember the lyrics. It is the music that stuck, it was such a romantic melody.”

Pausing, you failed in trying to imagine the tune; you had no idea where to start when composing a soulful piece in your mind. Hence, your lips immediately pulled into a playful grin as an occurred to you, “Can’t you hum it?”

It took less than a second for the heat burning the tips of his ears to spread across the rest of his face; one of his only sources of warmth against the harsh cold, besides you wrapped lovingly in his arms, of course. “Hum it? I’m not sure—” He spluttered, instantly regretting loosening his grip on you, as there was not a moment spared when you spun around to hastily interlock your fingers with his and drape your arm over his shoulder, to form a rather amateur closed position.

“How do you ever plan on being Knight Commander if you don’t have a rhythmic bone in your body?” 

He couldn’t help but scoff — as light-heartedly as your inquiry — and for once, ignore how those two issues were completely unrelated, and instead choosing to focus on your final comment, “As it happens, I can actually execute a rather lively jig. You should’ve seen me at the ceremony.”

He smiled smugly upon uttering that statement and presumably recalling the fond memories as he did so, but you returned a frown, “And you won’t even show me?” It was difficult pretending to be disappointed when you both knew full well that you were purposefully being melodramatic. “Y’know, while you were having fun at your little party, I had to sit like a statue for god-knows how long, all for a stupid painting. My legs are unbearably stiff, at least help me exercise them a bit.”

You looked up at him expectantly, patiently waiting from him to take the first step but you were simply met by his signature bashful laugh, “Woe is you! Having to sit still for a few hours in order to receive a portrait that probably costs more than my yearly income. You’ll be in my prayers, poor soul.”

That was supposed to be your cue to scoff and pull away from the closed position for dramatic effect, but instead he kept a tight grip on your hand and waist, and swiftly took the first step of the dance, which you managed to go along with successfully. This led to another step, another, and another until you were following his lead around the small, damp clearing in the forest. 

To an onlooker, the dance might’ve appeared amateur and off-beat, but considering how you both managed to keep to the same rhythm despite the fact there was no music, it was quite impressive. At least, you both evidently thought as much since you were fighting back laughter and wore wide grins, staring at each other with the same profound look of “we’re going it!”

It was chilly, so naturally you found yourselves drifting closer into each other’s embrace, until you were basically hugging and stumbling over both of your feet, at which point you mutually decided to take a break from the dancing. 

“Wow, I always thought I had two left feet but that was oddly smooth.” You uttered almost as if it was an inquiry, and Iida chuckled, you could fell his heart leap in his chest as he did so. 

“Well, what did I say about my jig skills?”

He sounded genuinely pleased with himself, hence you decided against correcting him as to the nature of your dance not resembling a “jig” in the slightest; your daily act of kindness has been allowing him to feel proud of himself, so now you can continue speaking as you wish. 

“You never fail to amaze me, Tenya.” 

That was the last real sentence you were able to utter before he checked the time and realised you had both been out for way too long, and of course he insisted that you return to the palace immediately to avoid a situation where the guards notice that you are missing and potentially send out a search-party. 

With hasty kisses and rushed goodbyes, he wished you farewell for the night as you parted ways; with him going back to his patrol, while you get the luxury of going home. You always believed it was unfair that you had to hide your relationship with him, after all he was just a hard-working, likeable man, and the fact he was a knight didn’t change any of that. 

However, perhaps today would be the day everyone found out about your forbidden romance, as you stumble into the castle and greet the guards with an oddly confident smile despite the fact you are wearing rugged, navy, men’s duster jacket. 

Honey? Too Tight. - Iida

First time trying to hold their hand. Does it go right or wrong?

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+Everyone knows how Iida can be. No nonsense, by the book, and high morals. That has bled into your relationship. So in other words, you have never done anything, not even holding hands. You have been wanting to for a while and everyone knows it. With a little encouragement (ordering) from the others, it finally happens and it’s almost too much.

I groaned and flopped back on the floor. I let my arms fall open wide on the floor and closed my eyes. A soft chuckle made me open one eye to look at the culprit. My eye met the gaze of a pair of soft, dark blue eyes. Iida was sitting across from me with his head propped up on his hand. He looked back down at what he was writing.

“Come on. We need to be productive with studying.” He urged.

“But it can also be productive to take a break so you don’t overwork yourself.” I said right back. He laughs at my statement. I propped up on my elbows and looked at him.

“Fine, fine.” He put his hands up in surrender. “You are right.” He leant back on his hands and rolled his neck. I sat up before getting to my feet.

“Do you want something to drink or snack on?” I asked while popping my back. “I’m going to run down to the kitchen.”

“Water please and some granola too.” He chirped. I nodded and nearly skipped out of the room. I nearly knocked into Sato on the way out of the elevator.

“Opps. Sorry Sato!” I side stepped and walked through the common room before ducking into the kitchen. I stopped short when I saw Bakugo had Kami backed up against the wall. They looked at me frozen. I looked between them and just put my hands up. “I don’t want to know.”

“What?! We’re not doing anything!” Bakugo yelled at me. I just held my hands while walking to the pantry.

“It’s not…We weren’t…” Kami stuttered.

“This isn’t what it looks like.” Bakugo snapped.

“What you guys do in your own time is none of my business.” I said grabbing a couple of bottles of water with the granola box still in hand. I walked out with Bakugo yelling and Kami on the verge of short circuiting.

“Oh L/N!” I looked over and saw Uraraka waving me over. I went over and sat next to her. Her and Midoriya seemed to want to ask me something. “Soooo…have you broken the skinship wall yet with the hyperactive class rep?” I chuckled at the girl’s question. They were almost squirming while waiting for my answer.

“Well…” I started before shaking my head. They groaned and deflated. Midoriya threw himself back on the couch. I laughed at them. I went to saw something but was interrupted.

“What did you expect? They’re dating the ‘oh-so high morality standard loving’ member of our rinky-dink band of idiots. It’s going to be like moving a mountain to cross that border.” We looked at Sero as he talked. He punctuated his statement by chopping in his apple. I looked down a bit dejected.

“A bit blunt don’t you think, Sero?” Uraraka whispered.

“Sorry, L/N…” He mumbled. I nodded, looking back up sighing.

“You’re not wrong. He acts more relaxed with me than everyone else but still holds his firm morals.” I shrugged my shoulders. We all fell silent for a minute.

“Okay, I’ve had enough.” Mina screamed, scaring poor Kami who walked out of the kitchen, still blushing. He grabbed his chest in fear as Bakugo came up behind him unamused. “You!” She pointed at me.

“What?” She stalked up to me and got in my face. I backed up a bit.

“You are going to have to take the leader on this one, babe.” She smirked. “We all know how Iida is, as you two just kindly mentioned. He isn’t going make the first move to do anything remotely intimate. You got to take charge and do it. Got it?”

“Got it.” I smiled at her. “Thanks.” She smiled and gave me one curt nod.

“Now go. You’ve been down here for a bit and he’s probably wondering where you’re at.” She pulled me up and gave a light tap on my ass. I rolled my eyes and walked to the elevator.

“You know L/N…” I internally groaned when I heard the wheezy voice. I turned to look at the short male. “I would hold your hand or anything else whenever you wanted.” I winced before glaring at him. Scoffing, I gave a small concussive blast in his direction as I walked into the elevator. I heard him yell and hit the ground somewhere behind me.

“Crash and burn, Mineta. Crash and burn.” Sero laughed with others joining. I chuckled on the way up and shook off the disgust. I got off on the 3rd floor and quickly walked to Iida’s open door.

“Sorry! Uraraka, Midoriya, Sero, and Mina got a hold of me.” I said while handing him his granola and water. He chuckled. “And then I sent Mineta flying across the room.”

“L/N…” He sighed in warning and annoyance but his paused and looked up at me. I could see amusement, pride, and acceptance in his eyes. “Okay.” I smiled and happily plopped down in my previous spot.

We went back study a couple of minutes later, the only sound in the room being the sound of writing, crunching of Iida’s granola, and the AC kicking on. I stretched and my back popped. Movement caught my eye and I saw Iida hand set his hand down on the table. I rest my arms on the table and watched him. He was so focused and was none the wiser.

My eyes moved back down to where his hand was. I bit my lip think about what Mina said. I took a big, silent breath and lifted my hand. Iida looked up in that moment at me and I switched gears to scratch my chin. He looked back down and I tried again. Silently, I set my hand on top of his. I saw and felt him stiffen. I held my breath.

“I um…” He stumbled with his words before clamping his mouth shut. A soft grin grew on his face and so did a blush. He looked down but didn’t move away from my touch. I giggled and just started rubbing soft circles at the juncture of his hand and wrist.

“Iida?” He hummed before finally looking up at me. I cocked my head to the side and smiled. I saw the blush deepen and he quickly went back to his studying. I huffed at his choice. I looked back down at our hands again. I took my hand away and swore I heard a small noise of protest from Iida. I didn’t react but instead grabbed his hand.

“OhHhh damn…” He gasped and stalled. He dropped his pencil and cover his mouth. I was about to tell him to calm down and that it was okay but he beat me to it. He squeezed my hand back. It was my turn to blush. After a bit of us calming down and going back to studying. Unfortunately, he never let up on his tight grip.

“Honey?” He looked up at me in question. “Too tight.” He looked confused for a moment but his eyes widened. He ripped his hand back and started apologizing profusely.

“I am so sorry. I didn’t not mean to hurt you, L/N my dear. I…” He rambled on as I rubbed my fingers. I chuckled at him, amused.

“Iida, stop.” He froze. I reached across and grabbed his hand again. I grasped it again and folded his fingers to hold mine back. “You’re fine. I know this is new to you. A firm grip is not bad you just have to realize when your grip is too tight. There are also many different ways of holding hands.”

“Oh, that is good to know.” He said earnestly. He then gripped my hand firmer but not too much. “I am eager to learn them with you, my dear.” He gave me loving smile.

“I’ll be glad to teach you, Iida Honey.” I licked my lips and noticed his gaze immediately catch my movement. I looked away blushing before he went back to his books. I just laid my head down on my arm and rubbed circles with my thumb.

“I am curious though.”

“About what?” I looked up at him.

“How hard did you hit Mineta?” He looked at me through his eyelashes. I giggled furiously.

“I have no clue actually. I had thrown the blast behind me at him. I heard him scream as he flew before Sero said something like ‘Crash and Burn’. Everyone was breaking down in laughter as the elevator closed.” I explained.

“Well, good. He needs a little discipline if I do say so myself.” He smirked with his statement. My giggles bubbled up again and he joined me.

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