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[Lena is in her penthouse, sipping tea, looking calm and put-together, as always. Then—

SLAM. The front door swings open like it owes Kara money.]

Lena (startled): Kara?! What is up with you?

Kara (furious, storming in): You’ve been home for an hour and a half.

Kara (pointing dramatically): Not even once.

Not ONE time did you try to cuddle me.

Kara (offended beyond reason): And it is PISSING. ME. THE. FUCK. OFF.

[Lena blinks. Kara advances like a blanket-seeking missile.]

Kara (grabbing a crumpled napkin from her jacket pocket): According to these completely accurate calculations, I am behind on SEVEN hours of cuddles, THREE forehead kisses, and AT LEAST TWO compliments about how pretty I am!

Kara (throws herself at Lena like a koala on espresso): I want my fucking cuddles, Lena.

[Lena, now trapped under a determined Kryptonian, is trying to hold it together.]

Lena (voice cracking): I— I was just making tea…

Kara (snuggling aggressively): Consider it cuddle fuel.

Lena (whispering, overwhelmed): You are so much before caffeine.

Kara (smugly): You love it. Now hold me like you mean it.

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Lena: I used to stare out my window wondering if anyone would ever really see me and not the name luthor or lex.

Kara: Me too. But mine was a spaceship window and I was floating alone in the void seeing everything i know getting destroyed.

Lena:

Kara:

Lena: This explains so much about both of us.

Kara nods solemnly: Want to go yell at the sky together?

Lena already putting on her coat: Let’s scream until the stars hear us. And then we can get potstickers.

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Lex: I see you’ve replaced me with… them.

Lena: Yeah, these losers love me. They also brought snacks.

Kara: And friendship.

Alex: And a flamethrower.

Brainy: And legally binding emotional support.

Lex: Pathetic.

Lena smirking: That’s Miss Pathetic to you.

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Kara (to the Superfriends):

Yeah. We're heroes, not delivery drivers. No side missions for coffee or takeout, no matter how good it is.

Not even a half minute later…

Kara (busting in dramatically): LENA! I got your matcha mochi. The chef made me take a selfie.

Lena (opening the bag): …No boba?

Kara: NO—

Kara launches back out the window.

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✨ Okay but like… if someone made an app for fandoms, what would you want in it?? 👀📱

Would it be like a fandom-only Twitter? A fic tracker? A cross between AO3 + Tumblr + Discord?? Would we get fandom-specific feeds? Spoiler filters? Ship tags? Emergency meltdown buttons???

WHAT WOULD YOU WANT IN A FANDOM APP.

What features? What vibes? What do we NEED???

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[Kara is dramatically sobbing on the couch]

Lena (concerned, rushing over): What's wrong, darling?

Kara (sniffling): I think I'm dying...

Lena (panicking slightly): What?! Kara, what happened??

Kara: It's been... three days... without kisses.

Lena (deadpan for a beat, then sighs): Oh my god.

Kara (still tearful): I'm fading, Lena. Like a flower in winter.

Lena: Awww, come here you ridiculous alien.

[She kisses her thoroughly.]

Kara (perking up immediately): Life... it’s returning...

Lena: You're so dramatic.

Kara (grinning): You love it.

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Kara: Why do people call you my emotional support human?

Lena: Because every time you stub your toe, you scream my name like I can fix it.

Kara: That’s because you can! With science or... hugs or... whatever dark magic you use.

Lena: It’s called competence.

Kara (crossing arms): I bench-press buildings.

Lena: And I bench-press your emotions. Sit down, Kryptonian.

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🌌💔 supercorp isn’t just a ship — it’s a tragedy that dared to hope 💔🌌

it’s not just a super and a luthor.

it’s the super and the luthor.

they were never meant to meet in the middle — and yet, they did.

Kara Danvers: light in human form, a girl made of hope, a smile that could stop wars.

lena luthor: forged in fire and expectation, born with a legacy she never asked for and a heart she kept trying to make good.

they met as strangers.

became friends.

became more.

and then it broke. spectacularly. tragically. inevitably.

because how do you love someone who was raised to destroy you?

how do you trust someone who hides their truth behind a cape and a name you thought meant safety?

lena built machines to help supergirl and shared secrets with kara — never knowing they were the same person.

kara chose to save the world but couldn’t find the courage to tell the one person she trusted most.

this wasn’t just a friendship gone wrong.

this was a love story buried beneath years of almosts and “you lied to me” and “i was trying to protect you.”

they were each other’s first real choice.

and their biggest mistake.

romeo and juliet? they had it easy. at least they got to say they loved each other before the end.

supercorp is "i would’ve chosen you if the world had let me."

it’s "i kept your coffee mug after you left."

it’s "you were never just a luthor to me."

they loved each other in a world that taught them not to.

And somehow… some part of them always will.

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Kara: You’re not your family. You’re not your brother.

Lena: Then what am I?

Kara: (softly) Mine.

Lena: (sniffling, clutching a quantum destabilizer) I was seconds away from reducing my feelings to ash.

Kara: I know. So I got you a burrito instead.

(Cut to Lena curled up on the couch, actual burrito in hand. Kara returns from the hall dragging a massive, fluff-laden blanket like a cape.)

Lena: What are you—

Kara: Initiating blanket protocol. Hold still.

(With practiced ease, Kara wraps Lena up tight, tucking and folding until Lena is an immobile but extremely cozy burrito of her own.)

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Kara: Lena, I think I lo—

Alex: NOPE. SHUT IT DOWN.

Kara: But—

Lena: We were having a moment.

Alex: You’ve been having a moment for 5 SEASONS.

J’onn: I need a nap. A Martian nap. That lasts 40 years.

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Kara: I’d like to make a toast.

Lena: holding up a glass

Kara: pulls out a toaster and a slice of bread

Everyone else: Again?

Lena: quietly I love her.

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INT. L-CORP – LENA’S OFFICE – DAY

Kara strolls in wearing sunglasses. Lena raises an eyebrow from behind her desk.

Kara: These sunglasses are great. They’re good for observation

Lena (amused): observation what, exactly?

Kara (smirking): The twins.

Lena chokes on her coffee.

Kara (still staring, completely unbothered): Bless the designer of that blouse.

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Therapist: So, describe your relationship

Lena: It was like we were soulmates in a

Greek tragedy but written by cowards.

Kara: We had betrayal, redemption, and

found family

Therapist: So the two of you dated?

Lena: Worse.

Kara: We emotionally divorced without

even touching

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Paring: Fleur Delacour x Hermione Granger (Fleurmione)

WC: 1.8K

Warning: MarriedLife, Fluff, DomesticBliss, SoftDomHermione, SubFleur, PraiseKink, Cuddles, CEOHermione, HousewifeFleur, ProtectiveHermione, FlusteredFleur, Comfort, LoveLanguageTouch, SpoiledWife, Wholesome

Summary: After a long day, Hermione clings to Fleur, showering her with love and praise until Fleur blushes and hides in her chest, utterly flustered.

Title: A Long Day's Reward

The day had been relentless. Meetings

stretched endlessly, emails piled up, and

Hermione Granger-CEO of the most

powerful conglomerates in the world-had

barely had a moment to breathe. She was

used to the pressure, the expectations, the

weight of an empire resting on her

shoulders. But no matter how exhausting

the day, there was always one thing that

made it all worth it.

Home. Fleur.

The moment Hermione stepped into their

luxurious penthouse, the scent of something

warm and delicious filled the air. She inhaled

deeply, feeling the tension in her muscles

begin to ease. Quietly, she slipped off her

heels, shrugging out of her tailored jacket

and placing it neatly on the hanger near the

door. Her bag followed, abandoned for the

night.

Padding softly towards the kitchen, she

caught sight of Fleur standing at the stove,

humming lightly to herself. The sight made

Hermione's breath hitch. Fleur was wearing

one of those adorable outfits she loved-

something soft and delicate, an apron tied

around her waist, accentuating the gentle

curve of her hips. Her silvery-blonde hair

cascaded over one shoulder, her movements

graceful as she stirred the sauce in the pan.

She hadn't noticed Hermione yet.

A small, rare smile curved Hermione's lips

She stepped forward silently, closing the

space between them, and then-

She wrapped her arms around Fleur's waist

from behind, pulling her against her body,

nuzzling into the warmth of her neck.

Fleur gasped, startled at first, but then

immediately relaxed into Hermione's hold,

melting against her.

"Mon amour," Fleur sighed, her voice soft,

her accent thick as she leaned into the

embrace.

Hermione let out a tired breath, inhaling

Fleur's scent-vanilla and something

uniquely her. "Mmm," she hummed against

Fleur's skin, pressing a kiss to the spot just

below her ear. "You smell divine.”

Fleur shivered, her blush creeping up her

cheeks. "I-I did not hear you come in," she

murmured, stirring the sauce distractedly

though her focus had clearly shifted.

Hermione tightened her grip, pressing her

body fully against Fleur's back, resting her

chin on Fleur's shoulder. "Long day," she

admitted, her voice lower now, rougher

"Needed this. Needed you."

Fleur's hands trembled slightly as she set

the spoon down. She was always so

responsive, so sweet for Hermione.

"Such a good wife," Hermione praised,

kissing her neck again, reveling in the way

Fleur's breath hitched. "Taking care of me

even when I don't deserve it.”

Fleur let out a soft whimper, her blush

deepening. "You-you always deserve it,

chérie," she whispered, her fingers gripping

the edge of the counter for support.

Hermione smirked, shifting just enough to

let her hands roam over Fleur's waist, her

fingertips brushing over the soft fabric of

her outfit. "Look at you," she murmured

approvingly. "So beautiful. So perfect."

Fleur swallowed hard, her body going pliant

in Hermione's hold, her breathing uneven

She always melted under Hermione's touch

under her praise

Hermione exhaled slowly, her exhaustion

momentarily forgotten in favor of the

warmth in her arms. "I don't know what I did

to deserve you, Fleur," she admitted

pressing another lingering kiss against her

shoulder. "But I'm never letting you go.”

Fleur turned her head slightly, meeting

Hermione's gaze with those stunning blue

eyes, filled with nothing but love and

devotion. "I will never let you go either," she

promised softly.

Hermione kissed her, slow and deep, pouring

all of her gratitude, her exhaustion, her need

into it.

Dinner could wait.

Fleur was the only thing that mattered. After all Hermione had no intention of letting go.

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Fleur was warm, soft, and smelled like vanilla and home—everything Hermione needed after a long, exhausting day. So, without a second thought, she reached out with one hand and flicked her wand at the stove, shutting off the burners and preventing any risk of their dinner turning into a disaster. The room dimmed slightly, the only sound left was Fleur’s soft breathing.

Before Fleur could protest, Hermione tightened her grip around her waist, bent slightly, and lifted her off the ground.

“Ah—Hermione!” Fleur gasped, squealing as she suddenly found herself thrown over Hermione’s shoulder, her hair cascading down.

Hermione smirked, one hand firmly holding Fleur in place while the other gave a light smack to her thigh. “Shhh, mon amour. You’re mine tonight.”

Fleur buried her face in her hands, her entire body burning with heat. “You—you are impossible.”

“And yet, you adore me,” Hermione teased, carrying her effortlessly toward the living room. She walked past the plush sofas and straight to their massive sectional couch, where she lay down, bringing Fleur with her.

Hermione adjusted their position so that Fleur was lying in front of her, completely enveloped in her arms. Fleur’s body fit perfectly against her own, warm and comforting. Hermione exhaled, pressing a kiss to the back of Fleur’s neck before reaching for the sleek, thin laptop sitting on the coffee table.

She placed it onto Fleur’s lap and murmured against her ear, “Shop.”

Fleur blinked, confused. “Quoi?”

Hermione hummed, arms tightening around Fleur’s waist. “Shop. Buy whatever you want. Clothes, shoes, jewelry—anything.” She let her fingers trail lazily over Fleur’s stomach. “I want to spoil you.”

Fleur’s face turned scarlet. “You do not have to—”

“I want to,” Hermione interrupted firmly. She nudged Fleur’s cheek with her nose before kissing her temple. “I work hard so I can take care of you. So I can see you happy.”

Fleur let out a soft, shaky breath. She knew arguing with Hermione about this was pointless, so she sighed and clicked open her favorite designer website.

As she scrolled, Hermione kept her arms wrapped tightly around Fleur, occasionally pressing gentle kisses against her shoulder, her cheek, the shell of her ear. Every so often, she’d murmur praise.

“Such a good girl for me.”

“My perfect wife.”

“You deserve the world, mon amour.”

Fleur’s fingers trembled slightly on the trackpad, the attention making her dizzy with warmth. She could barely focus on picking out clothes when Hermione kept pressing soft kisses against her skin.

“Chérie,” Fleur murmured, flustered, “I—I cannot focus if you keep doing zat.”

Hermione smirked, nuzzling into Fleur’s hair. “Then don’t focus. Just relax and let me hold you.”

Fleur bit her lip, completely undone by Hermione’s tenderness.

She wasn’t sure if she’d end up buying anything tonight.

But she knew, without a doubt, that she’d stay in Hermione’s arms for as long as she could.

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Fleur had just started focusing again, since Hermione got quiet while holding her, fleur is scrolling through the endless selections of elegant dresses, shoes, and accessories, when Hermione’s hand suddenly covered hers.

Fleur paused, watching as Hermione guided the cursor to a delicate sleep gown—light blue, made of soft, flowing fabric. It was short, barely reaching the hips, with thin straps and a teasingly low neckline that dipped between the chest.

Fleur swallowed, her cheeks flushing as she stared at the screen. “Hermione…”

Hermione hummed, her voice a low murmur against Fleur’s ear. “You’d look stunning in this,” she whispered, her fingers trailing slowly down Fleur’s arm before gliding to her waist. “So beautiful… so perfect for me.”

Fleur’s breath hitched as Hermione’s hands moved, tracing over her sides and stomach with slow, lazy strokes. The warmth of her touch sent a shiver down Fleur’s spine.

“Go on,” Hermione encouraged, pressing a soft kiss just below Fleur’s ear. “Add it to the cart.”

Fleur hesitated for a moment, not because she didn’t want it, but because Hermione’s attention made her heart race in the most distracting way. Eventually, she clicked the button, and Hermione let out a pleased hum.

“Good girl,” Hermione praised, her hands continuing their slow, soothing caresses. “You always make me so proud, mon amour.”

Fleur felt like she was melting, her entire body tingling under Hermione’s touch. She leaned back slightly, allowing Hermione to hold her even closer.

“I adore you,” Hermione murmured, placing another gentle kiss on Fleur’s shoulder, her fingers still tracing delicate patterns over her stomach. “Every inch of you.”

Fleur let out a soft sigh, her heart full, her body warm. She didn’t need expensive dresses or lavish gifts—this, right here, was everything.

Being in Hermione’s arms, feeling so loved, so cherished… nothing in the world compared to this.

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Hermione continued her slow, deliberate

caresses, her voice soft and rich as she

whispered praise after praise into Fleur's ear.

"My beautiful wife."

"My perfect angel."

"So sweet, so good for me."

Fleur was already flushed, her hands

trembling slightly over the laptop trackpad

but then-

Hermione leaned in closer, her breath warm

against Fleur's skin, and murmured the

words that completely unraveled her.

“You were made to be the mother of my children.”

Fleur's entire body tensed. Her face turned a

deep, burning red as she let out a tiny,

choked sound. Without thinking, she

grabbed the nearest cushion and pressed it

against Hermione's face, completely

covering her.

"H-Hermione!" Fleur stuttered, her voice

breaking as she tried to compose herself.

"Z-Zat-You-!"

Behind the cushion, Hermione let out a low

chuckle, clearly amused. She let Fleur flail

for a few more seconds before gently pulling

the pillow down, revealing her smirking face.

"Fleur," Hermione said, her voice softer now,

her eyes warm with affection.

Before Fleur could try to hide again,

Hermione cupped her face and pressed a

slow, lingering kiss to her lips. The touch

was gentle, grounding, a silent reminder that

Fleur didn't need to be flustered--just loved It worked.

Fleur exhaled shakily, her body relaxing as

she melted into the kiss.

When Hermione pulled away, Fleur didn't

even try to meet her gaze. Instead, she

turned and buried her face in Hermione's

chest, her arms wrapping around her tightly

as if she could hide from the world.

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Hermione chuckled, rubbing soothing circles

into Fleur's back. "You're adorable," she

whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her

head. "And you're mine.”

Fleur mumbled something in response, but it

was muffled against Hermione's shirt.

Hermione only smiled.

She wasn't letting go anytime soon

Hermione chuckled, rubbing soothing circles

into Fleur's back, feeling the warmth of her

body pressed tightly against her own.

"You're adorable, she whispered, pressing a

lingering kiss to the top of Fleur's head. "And

you're mine-my beautiful, perfect wife."

Fleur let out a tiny whimper, still hiding in

Hermione's chest, her entire body burning

with embarrassment. She gripped

Hermione's shirt tightly, refusing to lift her

head.

Hermione only smiled, her fingers tracing

gentle patterns along Fleur's spine.

She wasn't letting go anytime soon. This

was her home, her peace-her Fleur.