β¨ Hi, I'm Nina and welcome to my masterlist β A collection of moments, angsts, and what-ifs. Most are standalones. One Two got wildly out of hand. ποΈ
πͺ Mostly Hogwarts Legacy. Frequently Sebastian Sallow. Always emotional fallout. Updates happen when inspiration strikes β or when Iβm not stuck rewriting the same paragraph for six hours and questioning my life choices. π»π€‘
π I write for fun, and English isnβt my first language β so please be kind. I hope you enjoy reading these as much as Iβve enjoyed writing them.
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Last updated: 7 September 2025
[Sebastian Sallow Fanfics]
One-shots:
β¨ Sighs
They sigh over his charm. She rolls her eyesβuntil the mischief turns tender, and she starts to understand why.
β¨ Not By Accident
Midnight missions, misfired spells, and one very unexpected moment. It wasnβt supposed to mean anything. Maybe thatβs why it does.
β¨ Constellations
She counted steps to the stars. Until one day, she started counting freckles instead. A quiet night, a library glance, and a realisation that not all constellations live in the sky.
β¨ In Another World
Somewhere, thereβs a version of them that made it. In this world, Sebastian is left with silence, shadow, and the soft weight of memory pressed into his hands. Post-war reflection, unspoken love, and the ache of what couldβve been.
β¨ Second Best
He was Hogwartsβ best duellist. Until she arrivedβwith borrowed magic, steady hands, and silence sharper than spells. She stole his title, his attention, and maybeβwithout meaning toβhis heart.
β¨ IGNORANT
Sebastian Sallow is great at two things: dueling, and saying the worst possible thing to the girl he likes.
Now sheβs not speaking to him (but everyone else suddenly is). And not even six apology letters, a box of Honeydukes chocolate, or a toast-bribed owl can fix it.
β¨ Sixth Timeβs The Charm
Continuation of IGNORANT | They shook hands. They made up. Sebastian stopped thinking about the letters he sent β until three slices of cold toast and one traumatised owl reminded him otherwise.
β¨ Quiet Hours π
She discovers him not in grand gestures but in the smallest of things β a margin note, an arrow drawn where she might have missed her way. His care lingers like a smile too long remembered, and suddenly the stillness feels less her own, and more theirs.
Mini Series:
β¨ A Mercy Unspoken, A Heart Forgiven
She wonβt speak of the curse β and he canβt stop remembering it. In the quiet aftermath of the Scriptorium, forgiveness lingers β wordless, wounded, waiting to be named.
β¨ How to Lose a Witch: A Guide in One Insult, Five Owls, and a Sixth Chance π
Ignorance was the first draft.
He only needed one. He used six. An insult, a silence, and the beginning of everything he didnβt know how to say.
One chocolate bribe. Two mental breakdowns. Five owls.
A guide to losing a witch, one step at a time β and maybe winning her back on the sixth.
Summary:
He was supposed to be fighting. Not flying. And definitely not kissing her mid-duel. (Not by accidentβor maybe exactly that.)
Tags:
No Y/N, Fluff, Teenage Romance, Female MC, Slow burn (but fast collision), Confession(ish), Mutual Pining, Awkward Silence, Banter and Yearning
It was always midnight with them.
Midnight when they slipped past curfews and patrolling ghosts. Midnight when they stumbled into danger they absolutely did not plan for. Midnight when Sebastian grinned sideways and said something reckless β and she rolled her eyes before following anyway.
And tonight, it was Ashwinders.
They were supposed to scout. Observe. Note patterns. Catalogue locations. Return undetected.
But it never quite worked like that when Sebastian was involved β spells flew the second someone made the mistake of calling him βboy.β
He hexed first. She sighed second.
And then all hell broke loose.
She was holding her own, wand steady. A Stupefy here, a Confringo there β deliberate, graceful, controlled. Sebastian, on the other hand, was fighting like a firework: all flare and chaos and brilliant, barely-contained destruction.
He loved a good mess. She made it look like art.
And then someone shouted, βDepulso!β
And he flew β quite literally.
Straight at her.
There was a crash. A gasp.
And suddenly β
Lips.
They werenβt fighting.
They were⦠kissing.
Or β well. Technically, yes.
His body had slammed into hers, knocking them both to the ground. Her back hit the dirt. His face hit hers. Their mouths, stupidly and perfectly aligned in what could only be described as unfortunate precision.
For a breathless second, neither moved. Her eyes wide. His brain short-circuiting. The warmth of her lips, the absurd closeness β it shorted the world out entirely.
Then someone shouted again. A curse crackled past their heads.
Right β Ashwinders.
Fight first. Humiliation later.
They didnβt speak when it was over.
Just silence.
No quips. No smug grin from him, no eye-roll from her. Just the soft, awkward crunch of gravel underfoot as they stood in the quiet aftermath, trying very hard not to think about what had just happened.
Or more accurately β how it had happened.
And why it hadnβt felt terrible.
She looked, quite frankly, offended.
Her face was bright red, blooming all the way to her ears. Still flushed β but her expression had sharpened, lips drawn, jaw tight, her gaze fixed on a very uninteresting patch of grass. She didnβt look at him. Didnβt have to β the indignation was radiating off her like heat from a wildfire.
He stole a glance anyway.
Eyes on the horizon. Ears red, again. And her mouth β her mouth was pressed into a very thin, very unimpressed line.
She looked like someone whoβd had her first kiss stolen in broad daylight and intended to file a formal complaint.
He nearly apologized.
But what would he even say?
Sorry I tackled you lips-first mid-duel?
My bad for thinking itβs kind of nice?
Instead, he kept quiet. Let the silence stretch.
Midnight crept back in β not the thrilling kind this time, but the awkward kind. The kind that rustled leaves without saying anything. The kind where you walked side by side, just close enough to feel the otherβs warmth and far enough not to ask for it.
By the time they reached the edge of the castle grounds, her face had faded from crimson to a soft, thoughtful pink. Still quiet. Still avoiding his eyes.
But no longer fuming.
And when the wind lifted a strand of her hair across her cheek, she tucked it back with a sigh β not of exasperation, but something gentler. Something likeβ¦ resignation.
He risked one more glance.
This time, she finally met his eyes.
Her gaze was steady. Curious, even. The embarrassment had cooled into something contemplative. He could still see the remnants of her blush; more of a fluster than fury.
And Merlin help him β she was adorable.
She didnβt look away.
Didnβt scowl.
Just looked at him like sheβd decided β privately, quietly β that it was alright. That maybe sheβd forgive him for it.
Eventually.
Maybe.
Sebastian exhaled β not a laugh, not quite. More of a breath he hadnβt known heβd been holding.
The tension slipped from his shoulders.
It was still midnight, technically. But something had changed. Something small.
The kind of shift that didnβt break silence, but softened it.
He nudged her elbow, just barely. βFor what itβs worth,β he said, voice low, βI wouldnβt mind doing it properly next time.β
She raised a brow. βDepulso-ing yourself into me?β
βNot exactly the method I had in mind.β
That earned him the smallest scoff. But she didnβt walk away.
Didnβt say no.
Just turned back toward the castle, steps quieter now, as if the night had stopped holding its breath.
He followed, hands in his pockets, heartbeat still embarrassingly off-rhythm.
Romance was never on their syllabus.
Not in 1890 β when propriety was prized and affection was meant to be whispered behind closed doors β certainly not fumbled into, mid-duel and all.
Not when there were cursed sisters to cure and ancient magic to trace.
Not when midnight was just another hour to survive.
But maybe β just maybe β it had found a way in anyway.
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When a love letter written purely for therapeutic purposes - because she had to be temporarily insane to love Sebastian Sallow - goes missing somewhere in the castle, it takes a whole team to try and find it before the wrong person does.
β‘ amortentia ππ°
β‘ divination π
MC who just has lovely, soft hands despite always dueling
β‘ never any doubt π
Seb is convinced they are in love and MC thinks he's just the bees knees best friend she's ever had
β‘ a new frame of mind π·οΈ | @anto-pops
Sebastian doesnβt always wear his glasses, but when he does, you make sure youβre there for the occasion. Today was one of those rare days.
β‘ to the victor go the spoils π·οΈ
Since Sebastian canβt hold himself accountable and show up to Quidditch practice, Imelda takes matters into her own hands and bans him from being around you until the upcoming game is finished. Itβs something easier said than done.
β‘ cheirophilia π·οΈ
Following the summer leading up to your seventh year, you return to Hogwarts to discover that Sebastian has undergone changes that greatly appeal to the eye. Your eye, to be specific. Thereβs no easy way to tell the man youβve been dating for two years that your attention has been fixed on a part of him otherwise deemed normal, but after a while, youβre forced to face the truth of the matter
β‘ end of the line pt I pt II π·οΈ
Sebastian had a stubborn streak a mile wide, and he rarely gave up before accomplishing whatever it was he set his mind to. His goal of impregnating you was one he was hell-bent on succeeding at, and who were you to deny him?
β‘ unspoken attraction π | @arthenaa
The girls and you have a talk on who they'll date amongst the students in Hogwarts. No one mentions Sebastian despite being deemed the most handsome in your year.
You wonder why?
β‘ in your arms π
Sebastian, more often than not, annoys the fuck out of you to get your attention. Your friends think it's disgustingly adorable.
β‘ the sallow list π·οΈ | @authorellasallow
Sebastian Sallow sneaks into your dormitory and finds a list hidden in your bed, one filled with names of girls who want him. All except yours.
β‘ violets and verbena π | @awkwardauthorwrites
Two years have passed since the events in Hogwarts Legacy, in which Y/N has drifted away from Sebastian. What happens when she has to spend some time in the hospital wing and he comes to visit?
β‘ wildest dreams pt II pt III π
Ten years have passed since the events of Hogwarts Legacy and Y/N is invited back as part of a reunion to celebrate.Β
β‘ friends don't π
Y/N comes to a startling revelation when brewing Amortentia in potions class
β‘ too sweet ππ₯½ | @barnabyjr
sebastian muses on his relationship with mc, ultimately believing that they are just too good for someone like him
β‘ polyjuice potion π
when mc's feelings become too much to handle, and curiosity gets the better of her, she resorts to polyjuice potion to find out what her best friend thinks about her
β‘ letters to juliet π
sebastian, unlike his usual jealous self, is strangely calm despite the numerous love letters being delivered to mc...
β‘ traditionally speaking π | @blu-blubs
β‘ smile in your sleep π·οΈ | @cuffmeinblack
Sebastian watches her when she sleeps, safe in his arms as she seeks comfort from her nightmares. Beautiful, perfect, and utterly irresistible; who could blame him for indulging?
β‘ memory lane π·οΈ
Whilst attempting to find Sebastian, instead you stumble upon his memories. Events take an unexpected turn when he finds you
β‘ ethereal, as you sleep π·οΈ | @euphorisun
Sebastian goes home to you after a late night shift as an Auror in the Ministry of Magic. After a busy week, he truly missed you... And he just can't wait until you wake up.
β‘ 14 days of valentines: sebastian sallow π | @harry-potter-reader-inserts
Sebastian brewed Amortentia to study the difference between obsession and love but the real thing was the one thing even he couldn't control.
β‘ untitled π
β‘ call me and i'll come π·οΈ | @heavenlybodies333
You should have known better by now. Shouldβve known that getting your feelings hurt was just part of the deal when it came to Sebastian Sallow. Because he never promised you anything, did he?
β‘ don't make me choose π·οΈ
β‘ the lost art of murder π·οΈ
There was an art to it, you know. The first time Sebastian Sallow killed, it had been for revenge. Blood soaked the floorboards of a dusty old crypt, pooling at his feet, and something in him had changed. He hadnβt meant to savor it, but he did.
very very soft smut of virgin Sebastian and MC reader. With plot! With feelings!
β‘ strumming hearts pt II ππ·οΈ | @legacygirlingreen
What happens when MC's friends drag her into a packed night club to see a band she hates purely on principle? She meets a cute guy and in the midst of a miscommunication Sebastian goes far to get the attention of the girl who caught his eye
β‘ drenched in magic π
what happens when MC and Sebastian are running for their lives and he canβt stop flirting even for a second? Even worse what happens when a major mess leads to them needing to clean up in a small pool in the moonlight?
β‘ the nose knows π
What happens when a mixup involving amortentia leads to MC accidentally revealing her crush?
β‘ a losing game π·οΈ | @matchavellichor
Watching his long-time rival and dueling partner kiss someone else ignites feelings in Sebastian that has him questioning just how similar hate is to desire.
mc loves flustering sebastian with her notes during class
β‘ sleeping beauty π | @pasukiyo
much to sebastian's dismay, you agree to watch the krindle children while their mother is away. while telling the old muggle fairytale of sleeping beauty, you get an idea to hopefully lift sebastianβs spiritsβ¦
β‘ detention π
β‘ the dance of loveβs sweet potion π | @ppomumgranatum
When a potion meant to repel backfired, it became a mishap that turned your world upside down.
β‘ truth or dare π
Truths emerged and friendships were tested as you found yourself confronting two years' worth of suppressed feelings towards Sebastian. Drunk.
β‘ mirrored heat π·οΈ | @rambling-tam
Separated by duty but bound by magic, you and Sebastian use an enchanted mirror to close the distance between you - baring bodies, secrets, and the ache of wanting too much, too far away.
β‘ i need you π | @ravenelyx
Sebastian has different ways of dealing with being hurt. One of them is burying his face in your chest while you cuddle him
β‘ untitled π·οΈ | @resarayne
β‘ pancakes π | @sage-pages
β‘ bite me π·οΈ | @sallowskeeper
β‘ constellations π | @scriptumsempra
She counted steps to the stars. Until one day, she started counting freckles instead. A quiet night, a library glance, and a realisation that not all constellations live in the sky.
β‘ how to lose a witch: a guide in one insult, five owls, and a sixth chance π
IgnoranceΒ was the first draft. He only needed one. He used six. An insult, a silence, and the beginning of everything he didnβt know how to say. One chocolate bribe. Two mental breakdowns. Five owls. A guide to losing a witch, one step at a time β and maybe winning her back on the sixth.
β‘ second best π
He was Hogwartsβ best duellist. Until she arrivedβwith borrowed magic, steady hands, and silence sharper than spells. She stole his title, his attention, and maybeβwithout meaning toβhis heart.
β‘ rumor has it π | @shadowtriovibes
Eric Northcott is relentlessly pursuing you, so Sebastian offers to act as your heroic boyfriend to get him off your back.
β‘ the potioneer's apprentice π
β‘ mind if i move in closer? π
β‘ it's a sign of the times pt II ππ°
Rivals-to-lovers Sebastian and MC use a Time-Turner to travel to the future with Ominis in search for a cure for Anne. Instead they find a girl who's the spitting image of MC trying to sneak into the Restricted Section in the 1910s, only she has freckles like Sebastian...
β‘ fever (what a lovely way to burn) ππ°
β‘ tell me anything (but don't say he's what you're missing) π·οΈπ
β‘ break a sweat pt II pt III pt IV π·οΈ
sebastian makes the house quidditch team after training all summer. before his first match, you let him talk you into a bet over its outcome that will in all likelihood ruin your friendship. (merlin, you sure hope it does.)
β‘ yours always, valentine π | @shallowsallow
In your sixth year at Hogwarts, you have a secret valentine - and everyone is in on it.
β‘ bludgered π·οΈ | @slytherizz
Sebastian never really knew what his friend saw in Isaac Cooper but he never questioned it - he made his friend happy. That is until a Quidditch match goes quickly awry and he realises his feelings for her may go far deeper than simple friendship.
β‘ chav! sebastian pt I pt II π·οΈ
β‘ snow, scarves, and schemes ππ₯½π° | spaceyaceface *epub link only!*
Y/N is sick of Leander Prewett trying to court her. Luckily, she has a best friend named Sebastian Sallow who would love to help put an end to it. They devise a plan to pretend to court up until the Yule Ball. Should be simple, right? If only.Β
β‘ fight the alchemy π | @theealbatross
After a tumultuous year, Sebastianβs life was finally okay β passable, up-to-scratch, satisfactory. And he had just almost reached peace β when his brilliant, painfully observant, carelessly crude genius of a friend, Garreth Weasley, started pointing out unnecessary facts that could rip all that harmony to shreds.
β‘ never not been mine ππ°
Everyone wonders if you and Sebastian are together. Sebastian wonders when will everyone mind their own business.
β‘ marry, kiss, or kill me? kiss me pt I marry me pt II π [2/3]
It's just a game, but really.
β‘ isn't it delicate? π
Sebastian is being bullied (false), you can't possibly be falling in love with him (false), and he might have already, possibly, maybe, fallen in love with you too (true).
β‘ i love you, it's ruining my life ππ°
Sebastian has the worst insomnia known to man and you are not dating him
β‘ headcannon: sebastian takes care of people π
β‘ are you needy? π·οΈ | @thewrldx
β‘ untitled π | @underscroft
β‘ meet the sallows π·οΈ | @whizzing-fizzbee
You and your husband, Sebastian Sallow, are both Aurors for the Ministry of Magic. When the new hire fails to realize you're married, he shows interest in you, drawing jealousy from your husband
β‘ this is how it starts π·οΈ
You're going absolutely, utterly mental. Your boyfriend, Andrew Larson, hasn't touched you in weeks and you're growing desperate. When he's unwilling to help relieve your sexual tension, your best friend, Sebastian Sallow, always has your back.
β‘ this little life ππ·οΈπ₯½π―οΈ | @writing-intheundercroft
ΰΌ.Β° the night shift β only you β at home β wreck my plans β bite the hand
Scenes from a life with the auror, Sebastian Sallow.
β‘ three years later π | @writingsoftarnishedsilver
β‘ desperate times, desperate measures π
β‘ unforseen attachments
β‘ love letter π
β‘ mo cridhe ππ°
β‘ subtley is dead π
β‘ faking it π·οΈ
β‘ beg for it π·οΈπ°
β‘ busted π·οΈ
β‘ taste π·οΈ
β‘ diesel is desire (we were playing with fire) π·οΈ | @wttcsms
sebastian sallow is a good friend. so good, in fact, that when you find yourself under the ungodly influence of a lust potion, he's willing to help give you some relief.
