The Butterfly Effect

Chapter OneNewt is hit by a curse intended for Percival and loses all of his good memories. Newt gave another shaky nod even as his breath caught in his throat. His husband. The elegant man in the black coat, who’d looked at Newt with eyes full of despair. Percival. He’d said his name was Percival, like one of King Arthur’s knights. Chapter TwoPercival is hit by a curse and loses his eyesight. “One of the curses blinded you. They’re not sure how to undo it yet.” Percival’s breath hissed through his teeth and the world dropped away from beneath him. Part of the Fortunes verse, but can be read alone. (I couldn't decide who should get hurt /o\)

Nick Fury hands him the medical suspension with surprising delicacy. But that doesn't mean Clint actually gets time off. He learns there is more than one way of being benched.

Keani is sent out with another Pokemon Ranger to investigate a very large thief. However, she finds far more than she bargained for in the swamps. This story contains scenes of graphic sex between a trainer and her pokemon. All parties are of legal and consenting age. This story should not be read by anyone under the age of 18, or by anyone offended by such stories.

How the hell does a plucky illegal Russian migrant with a smile that could clear the clouds fall for Daryl Dixon? How does a quiet and badass redneck with a crossbow and angel wings on his back fall for someone with a name like Faye Katya Zastev? Read to find out, but brace yourselves.

Grantaire isn't the only see-through one.

It is the last night before the queen of the underworld departs for the surface, his king asks to share the night together, who is Neuvillette to refuse his lover? ~::~ Hades!Wriothesley & Persephone!Neuvillette

Ciel retires to the middle of nowhere for some peace and quiet. Trouble and a familiar vampire follow him. Sequel to Full Moon.

Loki loves to see Thor in lingerie. Lust coils tight in Loki's belly, sharp and raw, an almost overwhelming need to fuck, to bury himself so deep inside his brother's body that no one will be able to carve him out again.

He feels the world around him begin to shake, his back soaked with another's tears; and only then does it register to him that Spain is the one who's crying this time. "But why?" he whispers hoarsely, a mangled cry escaping his lips. "Why did it have to be you?" / A Spamano oneshot regarding the unification of Italy. ((Possible Sequel to "Standstill"))

What if Severus Snape finds himself naturally acting submissive around Harry whenever they're alone? Is it really only his gratitude for being saved or…? Or Severus finds out after the war he’s Harry's mate, Harry fundling over the idea of domming his Potion Professor and the Staff of Hogwarts who enjoy watching the duo become more flustered…

Don’t date your roommate. Don’t have sex with you roommate. Don’t masturbate when your roommate could walk in at any moment. In which Lexa is a small flustered gay and all Clarke wants is to get herself off without being disturbed. And then the roommate situation ascends to an entirely new level…

This is a timestamp for Lucky, but can stand alone. Future fic. No spoilers.

Lena decided to visit Kara and bring her some dessert, but not quite the one the blonde was expecting.

When you are pressured into getting your first tattoo, the moody artist that is called for the design seems more than bored to be doing it. Though after seeing your artistic potential that he feels mirrors his own, Choso warms up to the task of gracing you with your first tattoo. That is, until ink becomes merely a fraction of your relationship when mutual, romantic feelings come to light.

The New Scotland Yard Holiday party is everything Molly Hooper expects it to be: uncomfortable, awkward, completely isolating. That is, until a certain newly minted Chief catches her in a darkened corner and defies all expectation.

It has been some time since Sidon had last seen Link. So when the Hylian Champion appears one day, Sidon is elated. The Prince decides to bring Link along with him to a quiet spot, where they can just enjoy each other's company and take a reprieve from the raging war around them. Apparently, the Goddess had other plans.

Really. Apollo would need to have words with the Oracle of Delphi.The one time it has him recite a prophecy instead of Rachel, and it predicts the downfall of Zeus. Couldn't it at least wait until he was not in the presence of his father?

Written for a Secret Santa Exchange. The prompt was: Someone in the League can see that Supes and Bats are crazy about each other, but those two are, as ever, oblivious. The Leaguer sets out to get them together and out of everyone else's hair.

When Jimin wakes up to the very well known pain and disgusting wetness down there, her mood can't get any worse.At least her boyfriends make sure it can get a bit better.

Every family has skeletons in its closet. For the Fenton family, it's ghosts. But as their secret, spanning more than a decade, weaves into every aspect of their lives, they find it's not really the ghosts that are the problem.

There were only few things Mikasa Ackerman downright enjoyed. She enjoyed old books that smelled of ink and worn out paper. She enjoyed collecting cups, and mugs, of every size and shape. Swords, too. But most of all, Mikasa enjoyed Autumn.

Harry smiles bitterly to himself as tears slip down his cheeks silently. He's sitting in the bathroom, alone in their flat, Louis gone off on another of his dates with Eleanor. He'd told Harry before he'd left to not expect him back tonight, and that had been the metaphorical last straw for the younger boy. So here Harry sits, back against the locked bathroom door, staring down a razor blade. Harry never could have imagined that this is what his life would amount to. Honestly? He's Harry Styles, one-fifth of One Direction, the boy band that is quickly taking over the musical world. He should have everything he could ever want. He should be happy. Harry can't help but laugh hollowly at the thought. If anything, Harry feels stripped bare, like he's broken inside. And to think, it's all because of a boy.

The Zombie Survival Guide was a laugh. It was a ridiculous work of fiction, and Abel residents enjoyed annotating its pages to point out all the ways it was wrong. Somewhere along the way, though, the Guide began to mean a little more.

Or, "The Gang Tends Bar: A Coda." “Hey, man. Can I, uh, show you something in the, in the ladies’ room real quick?” Dennis says, and his teeth are a bit clenched, his jaw set, but his tone is still uncharacteristically soft. Despite all the tension in his body, Dennis’s voice remains at odds with the rest of him. After a pause, he throws in a “please” for good measure. “Yeah, sure man,” Mac says. “What’s up, is there something wrong with one of the toilets now that we’ve been getting female customers or something?” “What?” Dennis says, shaking his head. “No, Mac, there’s nothing wrong with the toilets. I just, uh. Wanted to show you something. In the ladies’ room. You know?” His brows are raised, and he’s peering up at Mac through his lashes with this expression that reads like he’s expecting Mac to catch some hidden meaning in his words. But Mac’s not too good at picking up on things like that. Now it’s his turn to get nervous. “I - Okay, Dennis. Sure.”

Harry is extremely protective of his boyfriend Draco. When some asshole attempts to grab Draco’s hip to dance, Harry springs into action, ready to burn the bar to the ground.