vic

hello lovelies! i write whatever is on my mind ᥫ᭡

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VIC’S MASTERLIST

୨ৎ - fluff ᘏ - angst ᜊ - dark

HARRY POTTER UNIVERSE

HARRY POTTER

One-shots!

THE MAGIC OF MAKEUP ୨ৎ

SHE LOVES ME ୨ৎ

Duet!

LOVE FOOL & 505 ୨ৎ ᘏ

LOVE AT FIRST BITE & LOVE POTIONS ୨ৎ

TOM RIDDLE

One-shots!

ANGEL ᜊ

FRED WEASLEY

One-shots!

FALLING FOR YOU (AGAIN) ୨ৎ

DC UNIVERSE

Superman/Clark Kent

One-shots!

FIRST WORD

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Hello lovelies! Sorry for not posting much. I've been in a little slump and feeling low on ideas. School's been pretty tough lately. If you have any suggestions, i’d love to hear them. xo vic ᥫ᭡

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FIRST WORD

Clark Kent x Fem!Reader

A/N: Got this idea from that one video on TikTok with a baby and Batman. Also let me know if I should do more DC content!

Summary: Your daughter’s first word isn’t what Clark imagined.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 311

You and Clark had been together for what felt like forever, four years to be exact. You were married, settled, and now proud parents to your little girl, Eliana. Or as you both called her, Eli.

Recently, Eli had been babbling more and more, filling the house with adorable nonsense, but not a single real word yet.

One random Saturday night, the three of you were sprawled across your bed, trying to get her to say something.

“Say dada.” Clark said in the highest-pitched, most ridiculous voice imaginable. “C’mon Eli, say dada.” He cooed at her, grinning like an overgrown baby himself.

“No, no, no. Say mama” You said, laughing.

“Mama.” You repeated sweetly.

“No. Dada.” Clark said, suddenly competitive.

Back and forth it went, mama, dada, mama, dada, until finally Eli opened her mouth. What she said left both of you (mostly Clark) in complete horror.

“Batman.” Eli said in a deep voice, almost as if she were mimicking Batman himself.

You and Clark looked at each other, frozen.

“What in the golly jolly.” Clark said, a mix of confusion and hurt in his voice.

You, on the other hand, could barely breathe from laughing. Eli joined in almost immediately, giggling at your laughter.

“This is not funny. My daughter’s first word was Batman. Not even Superman.” Clark said, his eyes welling with tears.

“Oh hush you big baby” You said, patting his chest.

“Batman. Batman. Batman.” Eli blabbered, grinning. Clark sank onto the bed dramatically, burying his face in his hands.

“I wonder who taught her that.” you said, already knowing exactly who was responsible.

The next morning, Clark was getting ready for work while you stayed behind to feed Eli.

“Batman.” You whispered quietly to Eli. She mimicked it in that same deep, comically serious voice.

Clark stormed back into the room, slamming the door behind him. “IT WAS YOU!”

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LOVE AT FIRST BITE

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader ft. The Weasley Twins

A/N: THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! Also I tried something new, hope you guys like it. Part two of Love Potions!

Summary: The first time Harry is under a love potion, because he ate some chocolates from the Weasleys.

Warning: Fluff

Word count: 320

Part Two?

“My love!” Harry practically yelled from the corridor. He quickly made his way to where Hermione and you were.

“Hello?…” you said, slightly confused.

“Don’t mind if I steal her away from you?” He asked Hermione. When she was about to answer, he quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you beside him.

“Oh, never mind.” He said enthusiastically.

When you were right beside him, he sighed dreamily. “You smell like flowers. I love flowers.” He said lovingly.

“Thank you.” You said, still a bit puzzled, but you tried brushing it off.

“Umm… Harry?” You asked. “Are you alright?” You said as the two of you came to a pause.

“Now why wouldn’t I be?” he said with the biggest smile ever, considering he had detention with Snape again.

“Well… I just—never mind.” You said, not wanting to burst his bubble.

“You’re so beautiful.” He said, still looking at you like you’d solved all the problems in the world. His world.

“Oh, Harry, you don’t have to—” you started before he kissed you passionately.

When he pulled away, you were completely flustered. “I—what was that for?” you stammered.

“I just love you so much.” He said happily before sighing dreamily.

From afar

“Don’t even think we needed a potion.” Fred snickered, his head peeking from around the corner.

“Honestly, mate, I’m feeling rather lonely myself.” George said with a sigh before laughing quietly.

“He shouldn’t have been eating our chocolates.” Fred shrugged before laughing along with George.

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FALLING FOR YOU (AGAIN)

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

A/N: Poor George. Anywho, how is everyone? Images above are from Pinterest!

Summary: While George suffers under her weight, Fred and his girlfriend are lost in each other and oblivious to everything else.

Warning: Fluff and hurt George :(

Word Count: 227

“Honestly, George, I haven’t seen her all day.” Fred huffed as he stormed through the halls of Hogwarts, George trailing behind.

Why was she always wandering off? Fred wondered, already irritated.

“Quit whining, Fred.” George muttered, rolling his eyes. He was tired of hearing about his brother’s new girlfriend for the hundredth time.

“Oh, shut it, George.” Fred snapped, pushing past him as they entered the courtyard.

“Honestly, mate, I know she fell for you first, but you fell even harder—”

THUMP.

“Ouch!” George groaned as something heavy landed on top of him.

“Oof.” She got up, dusting off her robes, completely oblivious to the human pancake below her.

Fred’s face lit up. “Blimley! Where have you been?”

“I was sleeping.” She said casually.

“On a tree?” Fred asked, a hint of confusion in his expression.

“Yes, but then I had a horrible nightmare and must have fallen—”

“Falling for me again, sweets?” Fred interrupted with a teasing grin.

Her cheeks turned bright red. “I— well…” She huffed, flustered.

George groaned from the ground, waving his arms like a drowning wizard. “A little help?”

Both Fred and her were too busy staring at each other to remember he existed.

George let out a strangled scream. “And I am officially lonely, forgotten, and probably broken!”

The two of them leaned into each other, completely lost in their own world, while George lay on the courtyard stones muttering about suing for emotional and physical damages.

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can you please make a masterlist so that way it’s easier to find your work? also do you have any fred weasley ones?

Of course lovely! I am currently working on something with Fred and it will be released very soon. If there is a one-shot or mini series you might desire, feel free to send your requests. I will post the masterlist later as well. Thank you all so much for your support. XO Viv ᥫ᭡

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SHE LOVES ME

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: Haven’t posted in a bit. Also the images above are from Pinterest!

Summary: A flower and a gentle breeze remind Harry that her heart is his.

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 318

Lately, Harry had been overthinking everything. Ever since the start of sixth year, it felt like half the boys in Hogwarts couldn’t take their eyes off his girlfriend, especially a certain Slytherin.

Harry knew she loved him, really he did. After everything they’d been through, he should have felt secure. But still, he couldn’t help it. Draco was rich, pure-blooded, still had both parents, and always looked perfectly put together. It was hard not to compare.

That’s how Harry ended up sitting by the lake, doing something absolutely ridiculous from a Muggle movie he’d seen once. He held a daisy between his fingers and began to pluck the petals one by one.

“She loves me.” he murmured, pulling off a petal.

“She loves me not.” he sighed, his heart dipping a little.

He kept going until there were only three petals left. His stomach twisted when he realized that if he kept plucking, it would end on she loves me not.

Before he could take the next one, a soft gust of wind blew by and carried a petal away.

Harry blinked, then smiled. He plucked the next petal. She loves me not. Then the last. She loves me.

A quiet laugh escaped him as he looked at the empty stem. “Guess that settles it.” He whispered.

And just then, as if fate wanted to prove his little game right, she appeared. She was walking toward him with that sweet, loving smile that always made his heart skip.

“Hello, Harry.” She said warmly before leaning in to kiss him. “What’s that in your hand?”

“Nothing.” He replied quickly, tossing the stem aside with a shy grin. “Absolutely nothing.”

She giggled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Harry smiled at her, his doubts fading completely.

She loves me, he thought again, this time with no doubt.

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ANGEL

Tom Riddle x Fem!Reader

A/N: This was heavily inspired by the song ‘Angel’ by Massive Attack. Also, let me know if you’d like more dark blurbs like these!

Summary: From the shadows, a certain slytherin boy watches his angel, drawn to her by a dark and irresistible fascination.

Warning: Obsession. Stalking, Dark Romance

Word Count: 261

Tom could not ignore the tightness in his chest whenever she spoke, not because he was weak, but because every word, every tiny sound, belonged to him.

She did not know it yet, but she was his. His angel. His to watch. His to claim.

He told himself it was a phase at first, a curiosity that would fade. But it never did. Instead, it grew. An obsession that consumed his thoughts and sharpened his desires.

She was perfect, untouchable, and the thought that anyone else might notice her made him go mad.

One night, he followed her to the astronomy tower. She was alone, gazing at the moon as if it held her secrets.

Tom melted into the shadows, careful not to disturb her, yet every bone in his body longed to step forward, to reveal the truth. That she was his. His angel.

The moonlight fell across her face, soft and divine, and for a moment, she seemed untouchable, heavenly.

In that same moment, Tom’s chest tightened with a hunger that was darker than desire. Possession.

She sensed a presence and turned, but saw nothing. Tom retreated further into the darkness, whispering just for himself. “Another time, my angel.”

Every day, every glance, every quiet laugh or whisper drew him closer, and he knew. Knew that he had always been drawn to her. There was no stopping it.

And in the shadows of the castle, he would wait. She would belong to him, whether she realized it or not.

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LOVE POTIONS

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: This came out so cutesy. Also, I added a little bonus scene for you all. Some of the imagines are from Pinterest!

Summary: Harry being under the influence of a love potion thanks to a certain pair of ginger twins.

Warning: Fluff

Word Count: 467

Part One

“That exam was horrid. Even worse than that nightmare where spiders demanded I tap dance.” Ron muttered, shoving a piece of bread into his mouth.

“Well, I thought it was easy. Too easy. You’d feel the same if you had studied.” Hermione replied in that tone that made Ron roll his eyes.

“Easy for you to say.” He mumbled, naturally sparking another round of bickering.

“Have you guys seen Harry today?” Their friend, also Harry’s girlfriend, asked, cutting off the two oblivious lovebirds.

“Not that I can remember.” Ron shrugged, taking another large bite of bread.

As if summoned by their conversation, Harry appeared, walking toward them with a dreamy gaze. However, his eyes were fixed solely on her, full of love and longing.

When they noticed him, something felt completely off.

“My light and joy.” He said softly, with dreamy sigh.

“Harry?” she asked, puzzled. “Where have you been?”

“I made this for you.” He handed her a bouquet of flowers. Messy but beautiful. Almost as if they were plucked straight from a garden. Leaning closer, he whispered. “I hope they suit someone as extraordinary as you.”

“Thank you…?” She said, still confused.

Ron and Hermione exchanged bewildered glances.

As he sat down, Harry’s charm shone through. His compliments were no longer just dreamy, but were playful, teasing, and even daring.

“Your eyes… so enchanting… I could get lost in them for days.” He said with a sly grin.

“This is making me sick.” Ron muttered, earning a sharp flick from Hermione.

“He’s clearly under Amortentia, you idiot.” She whispered, rolling her eyes.

“Not again…” The girl beside Harry groaned, slamming her head against the table in embarrassment.

“You’re going to hurt yourself, pretty one. No, not pretty, but beautiful… and exquisite.” Harry said, eyes full of love and affection, though he couldn’t resist a playful wink. “I mean it, my precious girl.”

“Hermione… help me?” She whispered, silently pleading to her best friend.

“What’s wrong, my love?” Harry asked with a pout.

“Nothing, Harry. Nothing at all.” She said, shaking her head, cheeks flaming.

From across the hall, the twins snickered, watching the scene unfold.

“I can’t believe he fell for it again.” Fred said, trying to contain his laughter.

“To be fair, we just heightened his feelings. He was already completely in love with her.” George added with a shrug.

The aftermath

The common room filled with laughter as Ron and the twins joked about how much of a charmer Harry was.

“Shut it, will you?” Harry said, embarrassed, a small hint of annoyance in his tone.

“Your eyes… exquisite… beautiful.” His girlfriend mocked him as she giggled.

“Well, I was true about that.” He said with a grin.

“Definitely your father’s son.” She said, gazing at him with loving eyes.

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505

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: Almost shed a tear while making this. I’m okay though. Thanks for totally asking.

Summary: They always return to one another, even when it breaks them.

Warning: Pure angst.

Word Count: 805

Part one

A few months later…

As Harry walked the cobbled paths of Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione, his gaze snagged on the Photo Booth tucked between two shops. Photo Booth 505.

It looked exactly the same as it had two years ago, when he and she had stumbled inside for their first date, laughing until their sides hurt as the camera flashed.

Now, it just sat there. A quiet and heavy reminder.

It had been five months since she was gone. Five months since the fight, the storage room, the breakup that neither of them had really recovered from. Five months since he’d lost her. And even though she passed him in the halls with only brief glances, Harry always felt the longing between them. Yearning, unspoken, and unbearable.

He couldn’t keep living like this.

So he came up with an idea that was both terrible and brilliant, which was to ask her out again. To start over, the way they had before.

One afternoon, he caught up to her.

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?”

She hesitated, then nodded.

“Before you say no. Just… please listen.” His hand caught her arm, gentle but firm.

She sighed, eyes sliding away from his. She couldn’t look at him. Not into those eyes that once looked at her like she hung the stars. The eyes that had made her fall in the first place.

“What is it, Harry?” she asked quietly.

“Go on one date with me. Just one. If you never want to see me again after, I’ll stop trying. But… please. This Friday.” His voice cracked with desperation.

Her breath hitched. Friday. Their would-be two-year anniversary.

“Just once?” she whispered.

Harry’s hope returned like a spark catching flame. “Just once.”

She almost smiled. He might have already won her over.

Friday came along faster than he’d expected. He met her in Hogsmeade, handing her the flowers he’d bought months ago. The ones meant for an anniversary that never came.

At start, it was awkward. They hadn’t spoken properly in months. But soon, the stiffness melted into easy laughter, stories tumbling out like old times.

For a while, it felt like they’d never broken at all.

And then it began to rain.

The drizzle turned quick, forcing them to duck into the nearest shelter. Harry froze when he realized where they’d ended up. Photo Booth 505.

She noticed too. Silence stretched between them until Harry held up a Galleon. “A picture… to remember the moment?”

She hesitated, then nodded. Relief flickered across his face as he fed the coin into the slot.

Flash.

The camera caught them both staring at the screen, unsmiling.

Flash.

This time, their reflections showed them gazing at each other.

Flash.

They leaned closer. So close he could feel her breath. That was until a sudden boom of thunder startled them apart.

They stepped outside into the rain, becoming soaked by the second. Shops had shuttered, and students hurried back to the castle, leaving them alone in the storm.

“This was… fun.” She admitted softly, almost surprised by the words.

Harry nodded, but he didn’t move. He didn’t want the night to end.

“Well, I should—” she began, turning away.

“Don’t go.”

The words came out rough, torn from him before he could think. She froze.

“Harry, we can’t,” she whispered, shaking her head.

“But we can. We always can.” His voice wavered, but his eyes burned steady. “We love each other. Don’t deny it.”

Not a single word left her lips.

“Please.” His chin trembled, rain sliding down his face like tears. “Please take me back. I’ll do anything. I’ll treat you better. Just… please.”

She looked at him, and for a moment, the storm around them fell away. He was still Harry. Her Harry. The boy who once made her laugh until her stomach hurt, the boy whose absence tore her heart even more.

Her lips parted, but no sound came.

And then she stepped forward, fingers clutching his soaked shirt, pulling him into a kiss so sharp, so desperate, it felt like gravity itself had dragged them together.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was all the months of silence, of longing glances, of pretending they could live without each other.

When they broke apart, their foreheads touched, breaths ragged in the cold and rainy night.

“You’ll ruin me again,” she whispered, the words more confession than warning.

Harry’s mouth curved, not into a smile but something sharper. “Then let me.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, rain streaking down her cheeks like tears she wouldn’t shed. She could have stepped back. She could have ended it there. But she didn’t.

Because no matter how wrong it was, no matter how much it burned, she knew she’d always end up here.

With him.

Back at 505.

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LOVE FOOL

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: Currently making part two.

Summary: Harry going crazy after weeks of silence, begs his girlfriend to forgive him and love him again, even if she doesn’t really mean it.

Warning: A bit of angst.

Word Count: 310

Part two

Harry was going to lose his mind if she didn’t speak to him soon. Ever since their argument, she’d been distant. So distant it was like she wasn’t even his anymore.

He’d tried everything. Apologizing, rehearsing speeches, even picturing himself on his knees if that’s what it took. But nothing worked. She gave him nothing.

After all, he was just a fool in love.

And that night, when he caught her walking back to her dormitory, something inside him snapped. He pulled her into what looked like an empty storage closet.

“What the—” She gasped, panic flashing in her eyes.

“Shh. It’s just me.” Harry said, gently lowering her hand from her wand.

“Oh.” She went quiet, though her voice was sharp. “What is it?”

Harry nearly exploded. “What is it? That’s all you have to say to me after two bloody weeks?!”

This felt worse than Voldemort. At least Voldemort had made his intentions clear.

“Well, forgive me if I’ve gone mad because my own girlfriend refuses to even look at me,” he said, his voice cracking.

“You knew the consequences of what you said and you still went through with it,” she snapped.

Harry’s heart sank. He leaned closer, his voice breaking into a whisper. “I’m sorry. Please… forgive me. Say you’ll stay. Lie if you must, but just… don’t leave me.”

Her gaze softened, just barely, and Harry felt the smallest spark of hope that maybe. Just maybe. She wasn’t gone yet.

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THE MAGIC OF MAKEUP

Harry Potter x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello everyone! This is my first post. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did.

Summary: Harry realizes beauty was never in the makeup.

Warning: Just a whole lot of fluff.

Word Count: 465

Growing up without a mother, makeup had always been something of a mystery to Harry. Aunt Petunia wore it on occasion, but he’d never paid much attention—until her.

Now, with a girlfriend of his own, Harry finally got to experience something he had rarely encountered before—watching her apply makeup. Of course, it wasn’t the first time he’d ever seen it, but there was something magical about seeing her put on the finishing touches right before his eyes.

As she sat in bed applying her makeup, Harry’s curiosity got the better of him. He rummaged through her bag and pulled out a soft, fluffy sponge. He couldn’t help but exclaim, “What is this?” His fingers traced over the plush material, a puzzled look on his face.

She chuckled at his innocent question. “It’s called a foundation sponge.” she explained. “You use it to apply foundation to your face.”

She demonstrated by putting some foundation on the sponge, gently dabbing it onto his hand.

“You put this… on your face?” Harry asked, tilting his head with a puzzled expression.

She chuckled again, looking at him affectionately.

“Yes, indeed I do.” She nodded, a warm smile playing on her lips.

Harry frowned slightly, still clearly perplexed. “But… why?”

She stopped for a moment, pondering how to explain it to him in a way he would understand.

“Well… it just makes me feel a little more put together, I suppose.” she murmured, fingers playing with the edge of her makeup bag.

Harry stared at her like she’d grown a second head. “More pretty?” His voice rose slightly in disbelief. “Love, you’re already the most beautiful person I’ve ever laid eyes on.” There was an almost indignant tone to his words, as if the mere suggestion offended him personally.

“Harry—” she said, cheeks warming.

But he cut her off with sudden intensity. “I mean it. You could be wearing literal garbage bags right now and still be the most beautiful woman ever.”

The absolute sureness in his voice made the butterflies in her stomach begin to flutter.

Blimey, she just fell for him even harder.

“No, seriously, love, I—” Harry began, before she cut him off.

As soon as her lips met his, he felt a jolt go through his body. It was intense, overwhelming even. When she pulled away, he was left slightly flushed. Finally, he managed to croak out a simple question.

“What was that for?”

She looked at him with adoration in her eyes, still close enough that he could smell the sweetness of her perfume. With a dreamy sigh, she replied.

“I love you, Harry.”

Harry blinked, still dazed from the kiss. “Blimey,” he muttered, grinning as he tucked the sponge back into her bag. “If this is what makeup does, maybe I’ll stop questioning it.”