Scrape. Like metal across stone. Your eyes popped open. The light pouring in through the cave entrance made them water, and you groaned, raising a hand to shield yourself. Something tickled the back of your neck, and another thing tightened around your waist.

Those things both belonged to another thing. Namely the barbarian lying flush against your back with his face buried your hair.

You groaned and rolled your eyes. You’d been minding your own business. He was the one who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. You tried to wriggle free, but he only held you tighter, a growling noise in the back of his throat, like a displeased lion cub.

This was your husband, Katsuki. He was self proclaimed king of the mountains, and you were his queen. You yawned, looking outside, seeing a giant red dragon laying outside the small house you had made together, chewing on a tree as if it were a bone. Noisy thing always woke you up too early-