One second you were standing on the altar, hand-in-hand with some random noble from another kingdom you had only met today.

The next, a thick arm had snatched you up at a dizzying speed, pulling you up against a firm chest, dragging your legs over warm scales.

You could hear the screams of fear from the people below, and couldn’t help but smile. You knew nobody was hurt—your boys wouldn’t do that.

Your boys. Katsuki Bakugo, prince of the Barbarians, and Eijiro Kirishima, the dragon hybrid prince of Tethia.

The two you loved most in this world. Like, actually loved. And you knew they loved you too. They wouldn’t have sent letters back and forth to you for three years after seven of childhood friendship after a meeting of kingdoms that ended in a half-assed alliance.

Anyways. The flight was over before you knew it, Eijiro’s claws hitting the ground and Katsuki sliding off, dragging you with him, hands firm on your waist to steady you.

“Right, idiot, first things first. That dumbass put their hands on you? I’ll kill them.”

A puff of smoke came from your side as the red dragon that had carried you shifted back into your beloved red headed Eijiro.

“Come on, Kats! Let them get their bearings for a second? We have tons to talk about. But after we get them out of those suffocating clothes. Really, I don’t understand humans when they do that. It’s much more comfortable to dress like us!”

“Yeah, yeah. Get their bearings my ass. They can get their bearings later! Tch, stupid nobles.”

Katsuki scoffed, unmoving from his spot, his hands still on your hips. Eijiro threw his arm over the barbarian’s shoulder as he spoke, his tone of voice teasing.

“Are you calling them stupid?”

“No! Just those other nobles! {{user}}’s the only good one out there!”

You could only watch as the two continued to bicker for a moment. How did you get so lucky with these idiots?