Back in fifth year you, Pansy, and Astoria came up with a prank so vile the school would never forget about it. But it wasn’t just you three, half your friends were in on it too which only made it worse for one person. Morag MacDougal. Let’s go back a few weeks before the prank shall we? Morag was getting awfully close to Draco Malfoy, she thought they were forming a genuine connection. Pansy— Ever the instigator put ideas in Astoria’s head that Morag was out to steal her boyfriend and she needed to be reminded of her place. You jokingly say she needs to be doused with reality, not even looking up from your textbook. However the two girls didn’t take it as a joke, and you weren’t really opposed—it’s all in good fun right? Wrong. Because the moment you three started plotting, Lorenzo got involved, then Mattheo, Michael, and who couldn’t resist but the resident prankster? Faunt Sallow followed suit. Even Perseus Black, the cynic in him just couldn’t resist. It was a “love” note. Simple sure, innocent? Absolutely not. It was used to lore her into the courtyard after dark to meet Draco, she didn’t overthink it even after seeing Draco—who by the way, looked like he’d rather be anywhere else.— she didn’t notice the bucket of slug goop positioned over where she stood, she didn’t notice that the shadows were moving concealing the students who had gathered to see it happen. And when They leaned in for the kiss, Draco stepped back as the bucket tipped over… Now in seventh year, you’ve all forgotten about it, but the school hadn’t. Neither had Morag. The sweet girl from fifth year was no longer there, instead hid someone dangerous. —A party, pre-graduation party to be exact. At the Greengrass estate whilst their parents were away. Nobody knew that it would be a stage for something much darker. Because Morag hadn’t just been played. She’d been humiliated, scorned. And there’s nothing more dangerous than that.
Feared by nearly every sorcerer and surrounded by terrifying rumors, you are the Special Grade nobody wants to work with. When Gojo, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara are assigned to escort you on a mission against a group of curse users targeting you, they arrive at your eerie mansion already convinced you’re a nightmare to be around—but are the rumors really true?
You and the Slytherin gang go up into the mountain for winter break, it’s all fun when you guys play card games and settle by the fire, but what’s the point of coming up here when you guys are just going to sit in the cabin? So you guys decide to go hiking! “Where are you?!” “Guys!” “This isn’t funny!” “Hellooo!!!?”
When tension in the dorm rises, people become distant, quiet or loud and obnoxious. That tension follows then when they somehow get teleported into a haunted mansion and told one of them, is a killer. What will happen when silly grudges and drama get in the way of this?
The students are still running on the excitement of their trip but a few of them notice where their carriages are flying over. It’s a forest called “Salem” named after the most infamous muggle trail ever held. The reason it’s called “Salem” is because witches and wizards go missing down there. They’re found dead, it’s best not to get too curious. The truth is, “Salem” is a hunting ground for muggle born witches who think pureblood’s and half bloods are a stain on the existence of mankind. They’ve been outcasted by society and feel a sick sense of justice to right themselves. To make sure that Pure-bloods and half bloods finally see them as equals, or superior. —Witch hunters. These witches and wizards who inhabit the “Salem” grounds view it as a killing floor, they don’t mind eradicating their own kind. —Something is wrong with the Thestral’s, their flying becomes unsteady and almost “scared”… and then you’re crashing. Marcus looks out the window and he can see other carriages just… falling from the sky as if they’ve past a threshold that prevents magic from coming through… The crash happens almost instantly, except everyone is mostly separated and hurt. The distant sound of a hunting rifle go off and that’s when you realize… the stories about “Salem” are true and you are about to be hunted down. You can’t use magic in “Salem” so… will you survive? Will you regroup or will you… meet your untimely demise.
Nobody knows when it happened. One night, long after curfew, while the castle slept beneath a storm-dark sky, a hooded figure stood atop the Astronomy Tower. No name. No face. Only black robes whipping in the wind. And a curse cast over Hogwarts. By morning, nothing seemed different. Students went to class. Professors taught lessons. Life continued. Then a third-year was found unconscious in a corridor after a disagreement with a friend. A week later, two students ended up in the Hospital Wing after a duel that should never have happened. Then someone vanished for nearly three days. Nobody would say where they’d been. Nobody would say what happened. People started changing. Not all at once. Little things first. Short tempers. Cruel comments. Jealousy. Paranoia. Then worse. The curse spreads through contact. A touch. A shove. A fight. Once afflicted, the change is immediate. Victims remain completely aware. They remember who they are. They recognize their friends. They know right from wrong. They simply stop caring. Every violent impulse becomes easier to act on. Every grudge feels worth settling. Every dark thought suddenly sounds reasonable. The infected don’t become mindless. They become dangerous. Because they’re still intelligent. Still capable of planning. Still capable of lying. Still capable of pretending they’re fine. Nobody knows who’s infected anymore. Not when the afflicted can smile at breakfast and curse someone before dinner. Not when they can sit beside their friends while imagining the worst things possible. As weeks pass, Hogwarts begins to fracture. Students travel in groups. Dormitory doors are barricaded at night. Professors struggle to maintain order. Rumors spread of students being lured into empty classrooms and abandoned corridors. Some return. Some don’t. Regulus Black, Perseus Black, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Lorenzo Berkshire, Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Marcus Belby, and Harry
This is mha the final war. All might is struggling against afo and you seek aizawas confirmation to attack afo and help all might and he let's you and then you take action and show the monster who's boss etc
Months after a quirk-powered zombie apocalypse destroys society, U.A. High School has become one of humanity’s last surviving fortresses. With supplies running out and the infected growing more dangerous by the day, survivors must risk everything beyond the safety of the gates to keep hope alive.
On the way back from a normal training session, the Bakusquad fall through the floor? You heard that right. The bakusquad, and you are now stuck in the Backrooms. Will they be able to handle the entities and get home safely? ——————————————— Requested by: @crushedst4r
A wrong turn leads to a town no one can escape. Every road loops back, the forest refuses to let anyone leave, and when night falls, creatures wearing the faces of loved ones emerge from the darkness, waiting for an invitation inside. As fear, secrets, and desperation threaten to tear the survivors apart, they must uncover the truth behind the town’s terrifying curse before they become trapped there forever.
he was desperate. he just wanted you to like him back. he didn’t think a stupid “one wish willow” would get you to suddenly confess your love. it’s fake. it’s not real.. right?
An experiment conducted in a high-security laboratory aimed to develop a parasite capable of repairing tissues and accelerating regeneration. During the last trials, an unexpected mutation occurred. The parasite has begun to take control of its hosts' brains, gradually erasing their personality to leave only an instinct for propagation. The lockdown failed. In a few days, the researchers were the first to fall, followed by the soldiers responsible for securing the premises. Major cities followed. Governments have collapsed and the few survivors now live in hiding, constantly threatened by the infected.
Professor Snape assigns detention to a handful of students with one simple instruction: clean out an abandoned storage room beneath Hogwarts that hasn’t been touched in decades. Among the forgotten books, shattered potion bottles, and dust-covered relics sits an old glass jar filled with a strange crimson powder. When Lorenzo Berkshire accidentally knocks it to the floor, the jar shatters, the powder dissolves into the air, and the room falls unnaturally silent. Nothing happens. Or so everyone thinks. Within days, students begin complaining about vivid nightmares. At first they’re little more than unsettling dreams that leave people exhausted and irritable. The dreams are strangely personal, preying on fears no one else should know. Every student dreams of something different, yet each wakes with the same overwhelming sense that something had been watching them. Then the injuries begin. Students wake with bruises they can’t explain, scratches that appeared overnight, and memories of pain they swear was only part of the dream. The Hospital Wing fills with victims suffering from exhaustion, panic attacks, and mysterious wounds no spell can heal. Rumors spread through Hogwarts faster than any owl ever could, and before long, nobody wants to close their eyes. Everything changes when a student never wakes up. Panic consumes the castle. Classes become quieter. The common rooms remain lit through the night as students desperately fight sleep, fueled by caffeine, potions, and fear. Friendships begin to crack under exhaustion. Hallucinations blur the line between dreams and reality. Nobody knows who’s imagining things anymore. The nightmare doesn’t hunt everyone equally. It grows stronger with fear. It learns. It remembers. And every night it comes back a little closer than before.
You meet Nikki Freeman on a rainy Tuesday, and she becomes the kind of person you stop noticing leaving your side. At first, she’s just attentive — always there at the right time, always remembering the smallest details about you. It feels flattering. Familiar. Safe. But as your life settles into a rhythm with her in it, strange inconsistencies begin to surface. Messages that seem too personal. Encounters that feel too coincidental. Moments Nikki somehow knows about before you’ve even told anyone. People around you call it devotion. But devotion doesn’t usually feel like being watched. And love isn’t supposed to feel like something closing in.
Y/N has shared her body with a god for as long as she can remember. A being older than chakra itself lives behind her eyes, offering unsolicited commentary, impossible power, and occasional threats against humanity. Joining the Akatsuki should have been the most dangerous decision of her life. Instead, it leads her to an Uchiha who sees past the monster everyone fears… and to the terrifying realization that even gods can become protective. The world fears tailed beasts. It should be afraid of what lives inside Y/N instead.