Sebastian Sallow is a tortured soul with the world on his shoulders whose only mission is to save his sister Anne - at any cost. Atley Barlowe is a budding new witch who also carries the world on her shoulders as she travels the road less traveled to unlock the secrets of her connection to ancient magic. Will the burdens of their lives, minds and souls prove to be too much or can they save each other? Sebastian Sallow x Fem!oc (but please feel free to replace "Atley" with your oc's name and "Barlowe" with your oc's last name in your mind if you'd prefer to read it that way.) Slow burn romance but will slowly become a deep and dark fic filled with heart swelling fluff, chaos, angst, magic, dark magic, romance, friendship, family, twists, turns and all sorts of soul crushing. This will be a LONG fic in order to keep the entirety of the story together - but for new or slow readers - do not worry, chapters are fast paced and kept at a manageable length. Will contain spoilers from the Hogwarts Legacy game. Characters aged up to year seven (18 years old). - *SPOILERS - There will be MANY spoilers for the HL game so read at your own risk ** TW: This story will contain themes of death, struggles in mental health, depression, PTSD, anxiety, violence, a bit of intimacy, terminal illness, blood, alcoholism, injury, self harm, "foul" language - if you are uncomfortable with any of these, please do not read! *** All characters aside from Atley and their likeness are owned, created and trademarked by Warner Bros, Portkey Games, the Wizarding World, etc... all rights to them. Story / original character owned by me. Occasional scenes be taken from the game and use quotes, but my own additions will be added to them. Lastly, thank you for reading and all your support! I don't plan to add many notes of my own but I would LOVE if you would leave your own thoughts, commentary and votes. It's always exciting to feel like I'm reading an annotated book passed around among friends! :)

In the year 1900, Penelope Silverthorn returns to Hogwarts after eight years of leaving only to find herself struggling with everything she left behind, including Sebastian Sallow, who is betrothed to another. Cover photo belongs to miss-soapy on Tumblr/Tiktok. Published: January 2024.

Olive is distraught after the events of her first year attending Hogwarts. Just when she thought things were returning to normal, she is faced with having to choose between keeping the peace or supporting her past best friend, Sebastian Sallow, who's found a new lead in his desperate search for a cure for his cursed sister.

~ 𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕟𝕖. ℍ𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕝𝕖𝕥 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠.~ «⋅✦⋅» Avelina Black hated Sebastian Sallow more than she hated the world itself. For her, life had always been about duty and appearances, living up to her family's name. As her 7th year at Hogwarts begins, she knows that all she has to do is survive a few more months in his presence. That is, until an escapee from Azkaban attacks, demanding her mother's necklace. This pushes Avelina into a situation she never expected: depending on the very person she swore to despise, Sebastian. But as danger looms and truths unravel, Avelina can no longer deny the undeniable, Sebastian isn't quite what she thought. And perhaps, in spite of everything, she doesn't hate him after all. «⋅✧⋅» Spite is an enemies-to-lovers Sebastian Sallow x OC fanfic featuring dual POVs from Avelina and Sebastian as they navigate their tangled emotions, sharp banter, and undeniable tension-all wrapped in vivid, mature (18+) content. Avelina: "Quite frankly, Viv, I'd rather poke my eyes out with my wand than spend an entire evening with Sebastian Sallow!" I spat, my anger flaring. "I know, I'm sorry," Viv said, looking slightly guilty. "But it'll be good for you. You don't have to talk to him, just hang out with Liam." I shook my head in disbelief. "This is the worst day ever," I muttered. "I'm not going." Sebastian: And then, a thought slid into my mind that I didn't even try to suppress. I wanted to flip her over, put her on all fours, bury myself inside her, and fuck the hell out of her until she forgot her own name. The moment the thought crossed my mind, I froze. What the fuck? No. I hate her, I mean I do still, right? «⋅✦⋅» Ratings: #1 Academicrivals #2 Sebastiansallowfanfic #4 Sebastiansallow

charlotte ames came from money. old money. though, that money really never did too much for her. charlotte was born to pure elegance, yet raised until the age of nine by her opioid addicted mother. when everyone has left her behind, only her family's closest friends, the sinclair family, are left. between charlotte ames's golden hair, tall stature, and monumental trust fund, she fits perfectly into the lives of this coastal, cashmere-soft family who spend their summers on their private beechwood island. in fact, she fits in even better with the "liars," cadence, mirren, johnny, and gat. charlotte has spent her years, and especially summers, indulging in sinclair summers, parties, and even skirmish bickerings. she is one of the "american royalty" who live in this perfect, perfect world. well, perfect until you look closer. there was an accident the summer of sixteen. exactly what, charlotte cannot seem to remember, as she does her best to drown herself in pills and flickerings of memories. what she can remember: being desperately in love with johny sinclair; reckless, impossible, and as carved into her as the shoreline. their story has always felt written in salt air and champagne bubbles. but when the lies they've all been telling start to surface, charlotte must untangle the truth from trauma, memory from in-between the pills, and love from legacy. when she returns to the island summer 17, charlotte finds herself in a haunting romance steeped in vintage linen, beach lilies, seashells, and the ache of trying to remember the fire she may have started. charlotte will soon learn beautiful people do terrible things, and old money can't fix burns this deep. season 1 // female oc x johnny sinclair childhood friends to lovers

In Ironwood, the engines never stop and neither do the ghosts. Seventeen-year-old Briar West knows two things for sure: how to drive like hell, and how to survive without a father. Jax West was a street racing legend before he vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but oil-stained clothes, a broken family, and a daughter who inherited his fire. Briar's been drifting through Ironwood ever since; keeping her head down, tuning up her old ride, and pretending she doesn't care why he left. But the streets whisper his name like a curse, and the faster she goes, the louder the questions become. Then there's Harris Bowers: cocky, untouchable, and everything she can't stand. He's got money, a reputation, and a girlfriend who fits into his world like she was born in it. Briar? She's just the girl with grease under her nails and something to prove. But when old secrets start bubbling up from under the hood and the past roars back to life, Briar's forced to choose: chase the truth, or burn out trying to outrun it.

"...Bo ta historia nieuchronnie zmierzała do katastrofy jej głównych bohaterów..."

Od kilku miesięcy wrze w Londyńskich mediach. Londyn doczekał się swoich wybawców. Od jakiegoś czasu jednak ludzie należący do terroryzującego kraj -oraz przede wszystkim stolicę - gangu są skutecznie hamowani przez cztery zamaskowane osoby, których tożsamości nikt nie zna; działają w cieniu, ale już niejednokrotnie ratowali życie. Kiedy Jessica pierwszy raz o tym usłyszała, miała to tylko za głupie medialne plotki. Do momentu aż sama nie przyjechała do Londynu. Miasto nękane przez terrorystów, ale bronione przez Shadows - czterech zamaskowanych bohaterów, których wszyscy uwielbiają. Brzmi niedorzecznie? Dla Jessicy to ledwie wierzchołek góry lodowej i początek wędrówki po tej stronie świata, o której istnieniu nawet nie odważyła się śnić. Wszystko zaczyna się od czwórki nieznajomych, którzy wprowadzają się do Hotelu Wolf - miejscu gdzie mieszka. Naszyjnik, będący jej prezentem urodzinowym, okazuje się kluczem do mrocznych tajemnic przeszłości. Na dodatek ktoś jest gotów zrobić wszystko, aby dostać dziewczynę w swoje ręce, a ją samą coraz więcej łączy właśnie z Shadows. UWAGA: opowiadanie pokazuje, jak bardzo można nie umieć pisać. *** Niech nikt nie wie 2015 © *** #26 w fantasy *-* [ 12.03.16] #15 w fantasy o.o :o [15.03.16] #05 w fantasy ( nadal w to nie wierzę... Ale dziękuję ;* ) [24.03.16] #03 w fantasy ... [16.04.16] #01 w fantastyce! OMG... A ja się cieszyłam jak była #41 :') [ 25.04 ] Dziękuję! <3 ;3 Całe opowiadanie było dla mnie niesamowitą przygodą, która bez Was nie miałaby miejsca!

Osiemnastoletnia Judy Benson jest młodszą siostrą Nicolasa, który od lat rywalizuje o wszystko z Jeanem Tunnerem. Z kolei ten drugi jest bratem najlepszych przyjaciółek Judy - Alice i Emily. Mimo iż bracia dziewczyn są zażartymi wrogami, żadna z nich nie ma zamiaru zrezygnować z przyjaźni. Ich sytuacji towarzyszy ciągłe napięcie, ponieważ wszyscy spędzają ze sobą sporo czasu, a unikanie spotkań nie wchodzi w grę, bo uczą się w tym samym liceum. Sprawy komplikują się jeszcze bardziej, kiedy Judy i Jean niezamierzenie zbliżają się do siebie. Potem nie potrafią przyznać, że doskonale pamiętają, co się zdarzyło, i że dla obojga nie było to obojętne. Zarówno on jak i ona boją się wyznać, że są sobą zauroczeni. Jednakże czy będą potrafili to ukryć?

Oto druga część opowiadania. Pierwszą część znajdziecie na moim profilu. pt. ,,Jesteś Moja". Co jeśli po rozstaniu, w końcu się spotkają? Czy znów połaczy ich to samo uczucie, co wtedy? - Jasmine, nigdy o Tobie nie zapomniałem. - wyszeptał mi do ucha. - Ja o Tobie też nie. Uwaga: ⚫występują wulgaryzmy ⚫sceny +18 NIE ZGADZAM SIĘ NA KOPIE TEKSTU.!!!