Spock had never tried it himself, but knew it was possible through stories and experiences from the Vulcan Elders, and as he moved to Kirk's side he pushed back all uncertainty-this was the only option they had to save the captain's life. "My strength to yours. My will to yours," he muttered ever so quietly, reminding himself of what he was doing. He focused on not intruding into Kirk's mind, instead only allowing the bond to offer him strength and project reassurance; he could hear Kirk's breathing even out. "Spock?" "I'm here, captain."

Warmth. There was warmth-weight-settled against the solid line of Jim's spine, comfortable and familiar in all the best sorts of ways, and the Enterprise's Captain didn't bother trying to resist the temptation to slowly stretch against that grounding familiarity, drawing in the heat of another's body to keep it buried and close to his center. The temptation to slip back into sleep was something that Jim had to fight hard against, silent reminders of all of the various tasks that he had to get to today; despite that, however, it was still a long time in coming before the summer-hued man was able to bring himself to slowly open his eyes: bright blue against the golden tan of his face, and the young man slowly smiled as he caught sight of Spock meditating on the thick woolen rug situated next to their bed.

Kirk lets his crew take a 3 day shore leave as the five year mission is coming to an end. When he goes back to the ship to retrieve his ID that he carelessly left on the bridge, he discovers Spock doing something he shouldn't be doing in the captain's chair.

Based off the original Greek myth: Hades pushes me up against the wall. His breath fanning over my neck as I push against his chest. "Don't pretend Persephone." He mumbles pressing his lips to my neck. "You have feelings for me, I can see it." He continues to assault my neck trailing kisses lower. "Your mother or Apollo can't take you away," He says in between kisses. Hades makes his way back to my jawline. "Because despite what you say you don't want to leave." His blue eyes stare into mine. His lips come crashing down on mine: my first kiss.

Joker is obsessed with the mysterious Batman. What will happen when the clown discovers his secret identity? Batman believes that he can change Joker for the better, but the Joker thinks the same about Batman.

A short story written for my English Lit class Not smut!! Also not great, but I'm happy with it and that's what matters

I put the camera down for a moment, throwing on a type of bullet proof vest over my body and clipping the straps closed. I felt stiff, a bit squeezed and feeling a little heavy but I could manage. I'll be in there for only a minute, then I'll be out and I can leave! I'm almost done, just... a few more pictures! I clicked the button and stepped inside. I- A scream burst through my throat and erupted from my mouth with a huge amount of force, my eyes widening and tears forming as I stared at containers upon containers that stretched tall, attached to their ceiling. All of them were empty, the only thing around was red. Most likely, blood. It was splattered everywhere, on the containers, on the floor, on the walls. I felt it dripping onto the back of my neck from the ceiling, the cold liquid trickling down my neck. I shivered. W-What's going on...?? My mind was everywhere, I couldn't think! I was lost, I was scared, I didn't know where to go! I heard clicking sounds, scratching sounds that came from the back of the room. Though, for some reason I didn't run away. I felt scared out of my mind, yet I didn't react. Something felt like it was pulling me closer to it, like a magnetic force. I felt myself walking towards it. Closer and closer till I stopped at a tank that wasn't empty. And I stared upon someone who was inside the container. --- Zachary is just average, nothing about him that could ever appease others. He's just a face in the crowd, nobody important. He may seem average, but he has a secret, one that everyone knows except for him. It's that his father is a scientist, a 'monster' is what all of them say. But Zachary didn't believe them, he loved his father, he was amazing with everything he did! And his father wouldn't ever lie to him, right? Cover -> TheMidnightEclipse13

[Rated #22 in Angel] The one who sat in the throne was Leto himself. His body was huge, you could literally stand in his palm if you wanted to. His eyes were mysterious. His eyes completely black except for two small white dots in each one which were his pupils, it was visible from behind the mask that he always wore. The mask was half white and half black, both sides with pretty patterns such as small pointy triangles and a small curved line of white on the black side. His body was complete black and surrounded in smoke, fire blazing in plates on either side of the throne base in bright orange and red beautiful colours all mixing together perfectly. Rory stopped in front of Leto, bowing respectfully to his lord and master before straightening. Leto's booming loud voice filled the air next, startling Rory a little considering it was still early morning, about 3:13AM. "Greetings, Rory." Leto greeted almost emotionlessly, his voice showing no signs of anything, not even happiness or affection, like he didn't care about anything at all. Rory replied with a simple nod before replying, "Hello my lord, what duties do you have for me today? The regular?" "Actually, I have a mission for you today." Leto started, tapping his fingers together almost anxiously, even though his mask read no expression of excitement. "Something very big, and something very... Very important..." ...What would that be?... --- Black haired, yellow eyed, pale with black wings. Seemed humane ENOUGH. Rory is the only one of his demon species, from what he can remember. His only duties are to collect souls that seem unstable, broken or dark and return them to Leto so that they can be properly at peace. He doesn't ever care about anything else, other than pleasing his Lord with doing his job CORRECTLY. But when one of his missions require him to attend a nearby Highschool, the last thing on his mind is to 'make friends' or 'fit in.' But when Rory meets Hunter, that all changes. Completely.