#paramounticebound

[barebcnes]

I absolutely want to do some incorrect quotes for @paramounticebound as well because I always need more of those. Yes, (domestic) Khones included. For reasons.

Leonard: You often use humor to deflect trauma Khan: Thank you Leonard: I didn't say that was a good thing Khan: What I'm hearing is, you think I'm funny

Leonard: I’m going to take you out Khan: great, it’s a date! Leonard: I meant that as a threat. Khan: See you at five!

Leonard: Hey, it's your turn to wash dishes. Khan: I'LL WASH THE WALLS RED WITH YOUR BLOOD. Leonard: 'Kay, but before that, wash the dishes, also use soap this time?

Khan: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Leonard: Go the fuck to sleep Khan: What gif I don't want to? Leonard: Fuck You

Khan: You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Leonard: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Khan: Absolutely not.

#paramounticebound #(hello friend. ;3 ) #(You needed more Khones you said huh? :D) #Tag;Khones (To Be Named) #Crack #Dash Games #(honestly I read the quotes and they are so not incorrect for them lol but rather CORRECT)

[therapardalis]

[Random Dialogue Meme from @paramounticebound.]

💬  ((star trek verse!)) ------------

"Give me one good reason why I should wear a dress."

Khan wasn't the person who ought to be answering that question. The facts were he had nothing to do with the assigned dress-code for the upcoming event, and equally as little with the incredibly ... 20th Century differences between expected gender attire.

He simply had the misfortune to be there with his usual assigned chaperone when she had her dander up, and was not so much looking for answers as support for her position that the 'dress' edict was annoying and unfair.

Thera groaned through her teeth, turned palms upward in irritation. "If I wear a dress I'll have to wear stockings, and fancy shoes, and ... ugh! I haven't worn that sort of thing in years - !"

#ParamounticeBound #Star Trek AU #//Get her a nice dress Khan it might shut her up XD!

[mistrdctr]

@paramounticebound asked: i did not say it was healthy.

Khan had offered to get them something to eat for the evening; Mostly because Stephen has been dealing with this stupid thing all fucking day long, a thing he's brought back from another dimension the night before - entirely on accident, that is, a tiny demon the size of a peanut that just clings to him and won't let go.

Spell after spell had been used, try after try to keep it contained and not set the Sanctum on fire. At the end, after a whopping eleven and a half hours, he had finally managed to get that thing caged up and then literally yeeted that fucking asshole of a creature back into his own world - yes, he'd kicked the container made of magic like a damn football, he deserved to experience that, truly so.

... Anyways, Khan had offered to get them something eatable. Strange was quite thankful about it, told Khan to use his wallet and go for it ("But please stay below 30 dollars, I'm actually not as rich as it seems."), and he's just done banishing their unwelcomed visitor from this reality when both of them, Khan and Stephen, enter the kitchen simultaneously.

The man sets everything he got down onto the kitchen island, almost pointedly so, and the sorcerer takes in the sights of four (!) pizza cartons, two large sodas as well as a bag filled with what might be breadsticks or other snacks that will go well with the chosen food. It takes him a moment to comprehend the sight; That's precisely when Khan speaks.

"Oh, don't you worry your pretty face about that.", is the answer given by a very eager Stephen, hands immediately reaching out to pick up one of the boxes.

Fuck, smells like heaven.

"I am absolutely not complaining in any shape or form. Honestly, would have kicked your ass straight back to where you come from if you dared to bring home a fucking salad or some shit ---I deserve that pizza, you're so damn right about that."

Pizza and soda, what better could there be after a lon day of hard annoying work?

Sending Khan to get them dinner? A good idea.

"---Wanna watch a movie while we devour those twenty-thousand calories together?"

#paramounticebound #(the funny thing is that i reply to those asks without us having ever really interacted on here) #(and just solely go off based on vibes those asks give me) #(and im sometimes wondering if this would even happen BUT THEN) #(i'm vibing and loving it and hope so do you LOL) #(maybe they'll have a thread at some point hehe) #(BUT HERE HAVE THIS)

[ssolessurvivor]

[INJURY]: sender gently tends to receiver's wounds, which leads to them kissing

memes - always accepting! - @paramounticebound [ continued ]

The medical team is so much different up here in space, everything is far more advanced. A few shots to help with the pain and numbing, they extract the bullet and then give him another shot to start the regeneration process of skin cells and he's told to rest once he's bandaged up. Khan comes in and takes over the last of the bandaging process, after he's done some mild repair work of his own. Logan can't look, he gets a little woozy from the sight of his own injuries if they are severe enough. So he gazes as the Captain instead, those calm eyes and broad shoulders, smooth as stone under that shirt.

Soon enough, it's over. Khan offers a hand to help Logan sit up from his reclined position and somehow, the blonde registers after it's happened, just how close they are. Khan stands bracketed by Logan's knees, the blonde can smell the subtle scent of his Captain in this moment, feel his breath against his skin. The pain radiating along his back from the impact seems to ebb away from the motion when Khan's hand comes up to cup his cheek and then...they're kissing. These kisses though are gentler, almost as if Khan knows he can't touch him roughly right now, not like they're used to.

It doesn't make it any less breathtaking for the blonde.

They cling to one another in a new way, something more raw than they've ever touched each other and it feels divine. Khan's fingers are in his hair and Logan's fists close around that shirt at his waist, legs timidly tightening around him even if it makes everything hurt. Their lips part and they barely move farther, breathing in one another's air and swallowing moans with toying teeth and greedy lips.

And Logan wants so much more.

#paramounticebound #v; tbd #yeah so this happened lol #answered ask #you know how I do things by now XD

[respondedinkind]

@paramounticebound gets a random starter from me because reasons!

Something must have gone wrong somewhere along the lines.

Ka'anh had managed to reach the hangar - managed to fight his way through dozens of his own kind, sent after him to catch the fugitive and make him suffer for the consequences of not being enough - and even reached one of the many shuttles; How his body still carried his weight at that point he didn't dare to question.

Perhaps he'd just been blessed with an impossible large amount of luck, allowing him to close the doors and start the shuttle before the military was able to catch up with him - he doesn't believe in luck, and yet there's no other reason that explains how he even got out, away into the universe, the darkness of space.

But where luck brought him away from his planet, misfortune decided to intervene, it seemed. The last thing he remembers are the blinking lights of his vessel, alarms blaring from left and right, his shuttle getting shaken and pulled on by forces he'd never experienced before.

A bright light, and then...

A grunt escapes him, followed by a moan that comes from somewhere deep within his core; Pain shoots through him like a bullet, from head to toe and back up, and he squeezes his eyes shut as the taste of sand infiltrates his mouth.

Ka'anh's here, all of a sudden. Somewhere else, somewhere he hasn't been before, stumbling away from his crashed shuttle into the nothingness of what seems to be a vast desert ahead. The wind is merciless, but at least it's breathable; His body burns from the scorching heat, his heart racing due to blood loss and the injuries he's sustained both from his previous escape and the crash on this foreign planet.

A mixture of sweat and blood drips along the curve of his forehead, into his eyes - he blinks it away, spits crimson into the orange sand and continues to move forward... one step at a time. One, one, one, one...

He's alone, he guesses, lost somewhere where there's only the horizon visible at the edge of the world. But then he spots something else... something that looks equally as destroyed as his own vessel, most likely crashed in a similar fashion he has hours ago.

There's a body lying in the sand, on its stomach, close to the mountain of ripped steel. Ka'anh is armed, thank god he thinks, and pulls his bio-coded gun as he steps closer. One step at a time...

The image in front of his eyes turns triple from the pain and he grunts, but keeps standing. His nostrils burn, his body close to giving up, but he has to... he has to---

The gun is pointed at the foreign body, the head that's turned away from him. Raven hair is all he sees, no features, nothing that can tell him whether the other individual is even alive. How did this person end up here, he wonders - and why did their ship went down so close to my own...?

"---Tra!" (Hey), Ka'anh shouts after a while - the harsh wind swallows his voice, so he clears his throat, coughs and spits before repeating himself: "Tra, eiqe!" (Hey! You!)

He wonders if the other is alive - whoever that person is. Appears to be male, that's all he can tell, judged by the shape of the body, but... there's not much else he can work with - not unless he steps closer. He won't, not yet.

#paramounticebound #Verse;closed -> To be named (Main) #(*cracks knuckles*) #(so I chose to write what he means behind each sentence crossed out lol I hope that's ok?) #(I could without but it feels odd to not at least have *us* understand sdfsdfsdfs.) #(Am I using a fantasy language generator? Yes. I am too old to invent a new language lol) #(ALSO - i know this is extremely long please don't feel the need to match the length if its too much!) #(I just had...so much to say... again... sighs...) #(I imagine his language to sound quite guttural but maybe also a bit close to old nordic stuff? Something like that) #(The language generator might not make it justice but ANYWAYS...)

[chainsxwsmile]

@paramounticebound liked for a starter

His endeavor to avoid the stronghold of Dol Guldur and any remaining regiments aligned with Mordor pushed the Troll further north than he had intended. Bruce had wished some miles back that he had snatched the map within his former commander’s tent. Even if that had drawn further attention to the Troll insubordination and abandonment of his post.

Whether Gunag the Feared had sent assassins after Bruce— that was left to be seen. Perhaps the cruel commander only cared about Bruce’s position left empty in his absence. Or perhaps fury warped any strategic thinking and he sent soldiers to follow Bruce, regardless of the manpower left to the camp.

Regardless, the Olog kept the shadow of Mirkwood on his left as he trekked further north, hoping for a break in the dark trees through which he could pass west. Forests were few and far in between within Mordor, and they left both awe and fear in the Troll unfamiliar with their enormity, age, and silent power…even if keeping out of the tree line meant wandering out in the open of the flatlands.

#verse: tolkien #verse: olog hai #paramounticebound

[noblehcart]

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them. (( for liesel idk sorry he's in a mood )) @paramounticebound

"Khan, please-" He had changed his mind. She was sure of it. The idea of him letting her live sounded too good to be true- that maybe he had a heart in there. But he had opened the door to her cell in the brig and his eyes seemed dark.

"Khan..." His name a whimpered whisper in her throat as she slowly took a step closer to him terrified still.

Come.

He said as the words sounded like a noose but acted a leash bringing her unwillingly closer, footsteps crossing the distance to him. There was no point in running and she knew there was never a breath of a chance that she could possibly win. No chance of escape. It would be either mercy or her death. Perhaps he thought he was doing both. Perhaps that was why she had done what she did- she felt a little of herself dying each day to him and the woman that was left standing was someone she didn't recognize. Someone who's silly little heart had fallen helplessly, defenselessly to his assaulting presence that tore down and stripped away good sense.

She knew who he was so why did even now she wanted to kiss him.

Eyes closed tightly, breath held as his hand brushed across her collarbone and then followed over her throat- his fingers tightening as she waited for the breath that would be her last. But his hold lightened just slightly, fingers brushing over her jaw and tilting her head up to him as emerald eyes shimmered in tears to look. That same hand slid back, cradling her skull then slid back down to her neck again as she stood there unable to make herself move. Gasped breath is drawn finding his other hand at her waist drawing her against him as he moved in a sweeping step and she followed in his grasp.

They had done this once before. On the bridge. He had gotten her talking of fond memories, of dance lessons and before she had realized he had her in his arms in a dance. But it was different. She had laughed then, it slipped unwillingly in a turn and she saw amusement in his eyes. It like a breath of fresh air. A light in the darkness of space. Something she didn't know he had hidden somewhere within him.

Now she saw war in them. War always brought death.

This time it would be hers, she was sure of it, and this was his mercy- a beautiful death. So she followed his lead as they silently swept across the floor, but something felt different. His hold too tight. Movements too ridged. She felt suffocated still. Feet twisted as he spun her out sharply and far too fast drawing a stab of pain through her shoulder and a gasp following in suit before he snapped her back and she fell against him clumsily. The rest followed just the same. The smooth natural gestures and extensions turned painful, uncomfortable and burning as he whipped her about in his arms trying to stifle the gasps and echoed noises of hurt that escaped, eyes stinging with tears still.

"Khan please -I'm sorry." She pleaded before a quiet cry followed as he spun her about in place and stopped her with her arm twisted back, his grasp like iron around her wrist as shoulder burned in agony. Again she was brought against his frame looking up again at his darkly clouded features.

" I'm so sorry. I was scared of us." The words choked out in a gasp as he held her there under his gaze. Breath hitched as his other hand settled over her throat again, his leg extending just slightly as the dip followed and his thumb rested over her thrumming pulse. She could see his eyes briefly before the angle of extension burned at her neck and she let herself lean back, head limp, eyes closing as she waited again for the brief pressure before the snap. Tears slipped over curved cheek and dripped below, staining the floor in anticipation of what was to come.

One. Two and-

#paramounticebound #think something akin to the mr & mrs smith dance scene #but waaaaaaaay more intense #/ liesel ivanov / threads #she's just so sure hes gonna kill her ok #he has EVERY reason to sooo-

[jundlcndwastes]

♡ ───── happy valentine's day @paramounticebound

#paramounticebound #☆ ───── JUNIPER WOLFHART ( SHIP. I NEVER KNEW YOU COULD HOLD MOONLIGHT IN YOUR HANDS TILL THE NIGHT I HELD YOU ) #☆ ───── JUNIPER WOLFHART ( EDITS )

[vuulpecula]

VUULPECULA'S END OF SUMMER POSITIVITY !

✖ @honorhunt - nominated by @paramounticebound

H A C K E T T !!! in a single word: quality. Literally everything you do is so aesthetically pleasing that I just eat it right up. Just like your freaking writing omg ! the fact that you completely built up a Tolkien verse that is so detailed that now it’s just canon in my mind will forever be an inspiration. It’s been at least a year since I read through it and I’m still in awe ( & I need to do that draft omfg ). I won’t lie, I was 100% intimidated by you, and I still kinda am because you are one of my favorite writers, (*ring, ring* hi yes dave? No one except hackett is allowed to write boba now sorry not sorry, bye ) but you are also the sweetest ! I seriously cannot wait to write more with you and dig into the angsty trash pile together <3

#honorhunt #paramounticebound #x | you will never regret being kind ( PROMO. ) #x | you’re never too important to be nice to people ( POSITIVITY. ) #x | i'm not living i'm just killing time ( QUEUE. ) #x | alright alright alright ( OOC. )

[barebcnes]

Plotted, closed starter for @paramounticebound ♥

There's something surreal about the situation he's in; In fact, absolutely fucking everything is surreal about it, and yet here Leonard is, with his fingers swiping across what is essentially ancient technology, so old in fact that he had to do a proper amount of research before even attempting to put his fingers to good use.

Actually, part of him keeps wondering - why does he do this? Why the fuck did he decide to be here, right now, instead of staying somewhere nice for the duration of the Enterprise's repair? He could be literally anywhere, residing at a damn beach maybe, accompanied by a nice drink (Bourbon, definitely) and the ocean beneath his feet while recovering from the recent events.

But no, he's not. Leonard McCy is currently standing in what is most familiar to him: An Infirmary. Not just any, however, but a high-security one belonging to Starfleet, currently housing seventy-two (no, seventy-three!) frozen patients.

Soon it will be seventy-two, however, because guess what: McCoy is actually thawing one of them right now, the one that has caused a massive path of destruction (and a lot of headaches on top of that!). Perhaps he should question himself a bit more; He's absolutely fucking sober and yet here he is, having volunteered to do exactly that.

"---Gonna end up in hell, I guess.", is what he mumbles to himself as the pod opens; He's holding a data-padd in his free hand, continiously scanning the one with that familiar face, making sure he's not dying on him. Putting him back into cryosleep had been the most logical thing to do, but... dammit, he's a living being, that guy named Khan, and he deserves to get a fucking trial like everyone else would.

And, besides that, there might be more to him, actually. More to his story than what they all know by now...

Perhaps that's why Leonard is here. At least to a certain degree. He's human, he's sworn an oath, he's a doctor, all of those things have brought him where he currently is. I can handle him, he's said a few days ago, I have seen what he can do, I have studied his blood - at least a bit, I didn't have much time - and I know what he's capable of. Besides that, I'm a doctor, I have performed an emergency c-section on a damn pregnant Gorn, I know how to wake up patients from ancient cryosleep! (Not that said c-section has anything to do with handling 300 years old icicles, but still...)

Anyways - Does he know? No time to question anything - because McCoy is already here, and he cannot leave anymore. Fuck.

"---Easy.", is what he says next, as soon as he sees a spike within Khan's vitals. It must be unpleasant to wake up under such conditions - the body remains cold for a while, suspects start shivering in an attempt to warm themselves up, nausea usually appears as well as dizzyness and confusion. As much as the anger about what has happened mere days ago still boils within the doctor's core - he's just that, a doctor. He cares for his patients, even if one of them is named Khan Noonien Singh.

Who has been frozen - and thawed - twice by now, on top of it all. It must be even more unpleasant to go through that whole deal multiple times within a rather short amount of time.

"Easy, easy.", he repeats like a mantra, hazel eyes flicking back and forth, focusing on his data-padd and on the man's features. His heart-rate is quite high, which is normal, but also a bit concerning, all things considered. "---It's just cryosleep. You're waking up from it. Try to remain calm and take even, deep breaths..." Easier said than done, but still - Leonard is at least trying to comfort that Augment here.

#paramounticebound #V;Closed -> Paramounticebound #(I hope this is ok ;; ♥) #(also did I make 40 really basic random icons just for this? yeah) #(and I still don't have the ones i want. finding pictures is SO HARD lol) #(also this length is insane i apologize please dont feel the need to match IN ANY WAY)

[jadedpathways]

@paramounticebound / sc

"I had thought you were supposed to be some kind of genius, but you just stand there, closing your eyes, pretending you're sleeping, when you're not. I know what sleep breaths sound like, and you're not making them."

#paramounticebound #muse ↠ the last of the romulan empire #cellmates amirite #WAKE UP YOU FAKER I WANNA ESCAPE

[mistrdctr]

& (( idk tracing scars is my jam ))

The touch to his fingers feels intense, despite being made of such a gentle nature; His scars tend to either be almost numb or utterly sensitive to all kinds of sensations, depending on the day, the circumstances, Strange's overall health. And at this moment, this second that is shared between him and his very extraordinary, very much intriguing guest, the latter is definitely the case.

Perhaps it has to do with them standing in the almost-dark of the late night Sanctum, in front of that large circular window - a place that Khan seems to favor over others, with his blue gaze oftentimes focused on whatever happens outside of this enclosed space. That's most likely why Stephen has found him here today, at two in the morning, sensed the other's presence and the shared struggle to fall asleep; No words have been shared so far, just motions, with one of them having been the sorcerer's hand that had reached out for the cool glass in front of him.

That's when Khan had reached out, when their digits had met in mid-air, the very much unblemished ones coming in hesitant contact with broken and mended tissue, sinews and bones. Strange could have pulled back, twitched even at the feeling of electricity rushing through his frame... but he'd lingered, kept his hand where it was, and so did Khan, resulting in fingers tracing the faint lines that will forever remain a part of Stephen.

And the very same man just watches, lets it happen, takes in the sight of his guest exploring, the way those familiar features almost seem frozen in a perfect and firm, almost neutral state. And yet...

...Those eyes... ... They look so, so sad, though. Not as firm as Khan makes them seem.

"...I see you.", is what suddenly breaks free of the sorcerer, unable to stop himself from speaking. It's only a whisper, but the deafening silence surrounding them makes said whisper sound loud, despite his best efforts to remain quiet. "---The sadness in your eyes."

#paramounticebound #(crying sobbing) #(when you are properly back friend i NEED us to interact) #(;_; <3 ) #Feels queue but I'll allow it.

[he1msman]

it did escalate severely after five minutes.

HE FIGURED KHAN WOULD have more exciting stories to tell. Especially when his past began to trickle out. Honestly, he fits right in with the Enterprise crew, each of them having their own version of a similar story. For Sulu, it was his father.

Brows push up, ears bleeding and eyes dry as Khan recounts another war story. "We need to work on your definition of escalated severely because I don't think you're using it in the right context." @paramounticebound

#paramounticebound #✦ . ��𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 . › v. helmsman #i'm just thinking of khan #going step by step #about his movements across some desert #and how he and his team took down a bad guy #or something. #and sulu is wondering where the gun fights and chases are.

[greatprotector]

❝      are you naturally this bitchy, or is it just me?      ❞

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#paramounticebound

[ssolessurvivor]

just a thing for @paramounticebound <3

Of course they had to come into Klingon space, of course Khan had to try and go for some of the toughest damn aliens out there. Maybe Logan aught to smack his commander, throw some sense around that skull if they ever got back to the ship. At this rate, he'd reloaded thrice now: running low on ammo. He insisted on using guns because they were familiar, he knew how they worked. None of this stun business: when he shot, it was to kill.

In the ambush, he'd lost track of Khan in the chaos, trying to lay low only to turn on a dime and shoot one bloody, the thump to the ground and Logan continued on. Two more descended: lined up just so they were felled with one bullet. In the heat of the moment, he decided heading for high ground was best. He couldn't very well do his job in the trenches, and that's where he was, though by whatever grace he wasn't cornered yet. Steeling his nerves, ignoring the sounds around him ricocheting off these concrete walls, Logan made his way through relatively swiftly. Stopped only by a few Klingons too close for comfort. Dodging their massive sword-like weapons wasn't too difficult: while maneuvering with the wall as a springboard, one of them hit the other, and a swift kick to the face had them disoriented enough he could run out of there.

There he is.

Gun in hand, Logan slowed and fired: headshot downing one daring to sneak up behind Khan, and Logan's sprinting again. There's an odd desperation in his gut, festering like an infection, and he doesn't know why. Cut off by another alien, Logan goes to his knees, the momentum keeping him skidding on the ground while Khan fires for him. It goes a little too quiet after that, and Logan's hair on the back of his neck stands on end. The stairs to get to Khan seem twice their usual size, but once he's there, he doesn't rest, doesn't let his eyes settle.

"We have to get out of here." He takes one sparing glance at Khan, the rage evident in his own eyes as something akin to a glow. "Let's keep moving, I don't want to be stationary too long." What is this? Where is it? Logan is antsy, visibly stepping from one foot to the other, eyes darting to every dark crevice and crack, every hidey-hole a sniper might be. They wait too long for his liking, the rest of the crew finally coming to the dais and heading out before he and Khan do, and that's when it hits him.

Two things happen simultaneously: the laser appears on Khan's back, and he hears a muffled Klingon war cry. It's just enough warning.

It's as if the world is rendered in slow motion, black and white shapes and shadows warping his state of mind. His feet can't get him there fast enough but he shoves Khan with all his strength and a yell escapes him from the exertion of it all and the pain lighting up his abdomen. The projectile is so much more powerful than a normal bullet that Logan is flung backwards, lands on the ground until he rolls and collides hard with the wall behind him. Eyes squeeze closed, teeth bared at the pain radiating through him with an unnatural searing heat. Blonde head lolls back against the ground now, hands coming to shield the wound but feeling his own blood trickle over his fingers.

He can't speak, can't find the energy to say anything to Khan and the crew, to get out. Maybe somewhere far off they got him: he recalls seeing flashes of light amid the darkness of the place, maybe they got him. Logan still can't open his eyes, feeling beads of sweat on his brow. Maybe...they left him. As he knew they would cajole Khan into doing: they never liked him anyways.

#paramounticebound #v; tbd #he was missing protecting his commander ok #and then this was inspired by my disney movie marathon ugh #damn blonde is so attached #feel free to continue if you'd like #I don't know what this is if it's a starter a thread or a drabble it's a wild card <3 #tw; blood #tw; violence

[levixthxn-thegirl]

bathe. for our muses to bathe together. (( for ambrosine! ))

MORNING AFTER PROMPTS || OPEN

Perfumed steam hung heavy in the bathroom where the couple laying languidly together in the large stone bath tub. Candle light illuminated the darkness, the hushed fire lit glow was almost dim in comparison to their afterglow.

Ambrosine's back laid flush against Khan's chest, her head resting against his broad shoulder as she felt every ache and pain melt away from the depths of her bones and beyond. Her sigh felt like it came deeper than those aches as it passed full, plush lips that were stretched into a relaxed smile. Her eyes flicked up to meet his face, and she felt that it was her love for him that was making her melt, not the heat from the bath water.

With great care, Ambrosine shifted herself onto her knees, then turned to face him, now straddling his lap. Her marble skin blushed and glistened, perfumed water pearling and rolling off curves of sculpted musculature like dew collected on the pale rose petals on an early spring morning. Tenderly, she cupped his face in her hands, feeling that passionate pang that pulled on her heart strings. He was so handsome it hurt, made her want to cry at times.

"I love you.." she hummed into a kiss that was just as tender as her declaration of her love, arms now wrapping around his shoulders. "By God, I love you, Khan."

#paramounticebound #the young leviathan #ambrosine’s answers