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Hi everyone! New chapter posted :)
Thank you all so much for the kudos and the sweet comments<3 I absolutely love writing for this story and it’s such a joy to know other people like it.
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lilolilyr · 7 months
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Tonight is the party celebrating the 200th Runway edition with Miranda as Editor in Chief, and there is someone in attendance she hasn't seen in quite a while...
Another fic for @flufftober 2023! Today's prompt was: Cinderella moment. Well, I at least worked it into the fic somewhere :D
2k, rated G, no warnings. Post-canon reunion.
Read on Ao3!
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xvnot15 · 1 year
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Hey there Mirandy Dandy kidlets. I’ve finally updated my spreadsheets of Mirandy fic with over 5150 fics!!
The sheets are accessible on The Mirandy Facebook group and in the Mirandy18+ Discord Group.
Happy reading!!
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A huge thank you to everyone that took part in the event! It was great to see a mix of old and new writers. There are some wonderful fics and artwork to check out if you haven’t already! The collection name on AO3 is ‘2023 DWP Valentine’s Ficathon’. Quinn & Steren
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blackacre13 · 1 year
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Hiii! I’m the anon who asked if you would ever be open to writing a DWP prompt. You said that you were open to it, so here’s my prompt🥰: Andrea is sent to a Runway benefit as part of a journalism piece she is working on but while she’s there she gets a bit of imposter syndrome& feels a bit insecure about how she looks. Miranda ends up taking her to the bathroom/townhouse- sits her in front of a mirror and assures her she looks perfect & then maybe they reveal their feelings for each other?
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Sometimes, the end of things were actually only the beginning, Andy had learned. Something that had seemed an impossible lesson to believe in as a wide-eyed college student at Brown. But an eternity—okay, barely a year, at Runway did a lot to change someone’s outlook on life.
Things began. Things ended. And things changed. Boy, did they change.
For instance, Miranda Priestly, had once taken up residence in her phone’s contact list as “Satan” and now? Well, “Future Wifey” had quite a different ring to it. Figuratively, and shockingly, shiningly literally.
About a month into her job at Runway, if you had told Andy that not only would she let Miranda Priestly into her life once she had clawed her way out of her hell of a first real adult job in New York, let alone be engaged to the infamous magazine editor-in-chief, she would have laughed in your face. But here she was, kissing Miranda on the forehead before tip-toeing out of their room and into their walk in closet.
She was proud of the wardrobe she had developed. Mostly thanks to Nigel and her days at Runway, but also thanks to a Miranda who was constantly spoiling her when they’d been dating. Though there was eventually a lull in shopping sprees as Miranda learned that Andrea would much rather be surprised with a vintage edition of a classic novel or using the Priestly VIP status to meet journalists and anchors and politicians she’d always admired.
Still, she’d come a long way from the Andy Sachs Miranda Priestly had once quite literally pursed her lips at for merely doing her best to exist.
Today was going to be an odd one. It was true that Runway was only an ending that led to a beginning for her career. She spent her days writing, and reading, and editing. Attending press events. Doing interviews. Diving into groundbreaking research. She loved the thrumming of the printing presses and the smell of ink in the air. The collection of typewriters in the lobby. The hustle and bustle of co-workers running on deadline, fluttering in and out with eureka moments and eyes lit up when news dropped. It was nothing like Runway. Nothing at all.
But while the job allowed her relationship with Miranda to go from professional and terrifying to romantic and exhilarating, it didn’t quite keep their work lives separate. Magazines and newspapers had a way of running into each other time and time again. Today was no exception and it was quite the conflict of interest. But when you wanted your best to cover stories about the best, you sent Andy Sachs to a Runway benefit to cover the renowned Miranda Priestly. Even if they happened to be fiancées. Besides, it was editorial, right? No bias there.
Miranda would be ushered over to the event in a few hours in a glamorous designer outfit that was sealed up in a garment bag in their closet. She wouldn’t dress or drive herself. But Andy was on deadline, jumping into her own panty hose and dress, ignoring stilettos for chunkier wedges she could stand all day on just in case, scarfing down a bagel as she dashed out the door.
She was in the press room of the benefit looking far out dressed against the khakis and patchwork elbow blazers, yawning bland reporters scribbling in spiral pads as she snakes along the wall in black and gold, murmuring notes into her recorder. But as she peeked down the hall into the main event area, she felt anything but.
Stunning gowns and tuxedos were starting to drift in, champagne and laughter bubbling in the air. Bulbs flashing. Music playing. She felt like the scum of the earth. Like she had no right to breathe the same champagne air as them. She felt like she was back in her loafers with clam chowder on her sweater.
She did her best to shake it off. And then someone caught her eye.
She was dazzling. Radiant. Draped in hunter green silk. She gave Andy a curt nod, looking at her out of the corner of her eye and Andy felt more at ease, her heart fluttering for an entirely different reason now.
But Miranda still seemed to sense her panic. She tossed her a wink and Andrea somehow knew she should stay planted where she was until she was Miranda make her move and then she should follow her. Easy. She’d follow her to the ends of the earth.
Miranda murmured something to her staff, tossing silk gloves at them before making her way off to the side of the hall, an attendant scurrying behind her to pick up the train of her dress, leaving two young women staring after her with dread in their eyes and excitement on her lips. The new Emily’s she supposed.
She waited a beat before headed off in the same direction, noticing a sign had been put up labeling it as a green room and private quarters for Ms. Priestly.
She rapped on the door quietly, but it was open before she could pull her hand back, Miranda enveloping her as she pulled her in, Andy breathing in her rich perfume.
“I’ve missed you, darling,” Miranda whispered against her, the two staying still against each other for a moment until Andy’s heart rate slowed. Miranda pinched her ass before she backed up, looking her up and down. “You look marvelous.”
“You’re kidding, right?” Andy snorted, feeling far inferior in her reporter ensemble. “I always forget what it’s like to feel invisible around the Runway elite until I’m back.”
“Sweetheart, trust me,” Miranda shook her head. “You are anything but invisible. I wish you could only see how truly magnificent you are.”
“Sure you’re not talking to your reflection, babe?” Andy grinned.
Miranda laughed softly, pulling the younger woman to her side as she lifted her chin, facing them both towards the mirror.
“All I see are two beautiful, showstopping women. Each with her own empire. Two queens, really. You must remember that, Andrea.”
She kissed the diamond resting against Andy’s finger.
“You’re my everything, darling,” she murmured, kissing her hand. “How could you ever feel like nothing?”
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sterenheart · 1 year
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Although she is no longer Miranda’s assistant, she finds herself delivering the book one night as a favour to Emily, and gets more than she bargained for.
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quinnheartfiction · 1 year
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Andy never anticipated feeling this way about her boss, but nevertheless, Miranda occupies her every thought. Certain that her feelings will never be returned, Andy takes action. If she can’t make Miranda love her, maybe she can make her own feelings go away instead. Or can she?
Written for the 2023 DWP Valentine’s Ficathon (organised by myself and Steren Heart. The collection can be found on AO3.).
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perpetualmusefanfic · 7 months
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Chapter two of my Mirandy fic is now up.
When Andrea quits Runway, Miranda finds herself full of regret. Determined to track the young woman down and make things right, she soon realises Andrea doesn’t want to be found.
A chance meeting changes everything, but is Andrea ready to accept Miranda has leaned from her mistakes?
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erablaise-blog · 9 months
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Me, rereading the same comfort fic for the 372963th time: awwwww 😍
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Debating when im finished with the apocalypse AU of writing an AU set during an event similar to the Salem witch trials- would probably be a one chapter thing but yeah :)
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lilolilyr · 1 year
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𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓷𝓭, 𝓪 𝓼𝓮𝓬𝓻𝓮𝓽 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓶𝓮𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓵𝓵...
Miranda/Andrea (The Devil Wears Prada)
1.5k words, rated G, no warnings - a valentine's fanfiction and entry for day 24 of the ficathon organized by @quinnheartfiction & @sterenheart
Read 'who dares?' / 'addressee' on Ao3
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periwinckleblue · 2 months
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Which was more culturally significant, the renaissance or MirAndy fandom on Tumblr?
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blackacre13 · 1 year
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You’re my everything, darling,” she murmured, kissing her hand. “How could you ever feel like nothing?” This line made my heart melt! Ahhhh - hope you write more DWP in the near future🥹
Ahhh yay! I’m so glad. I’m definitely open to it if I receive a prompt or two. I don’t see myself super diving into the realm as much as I love the book and movie, but it was definitely a fun experiment and interesting to dive into those characters! Never say never 🥰🤷🏻‍♀️
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sterenheart · 1 year
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New fic! Updated every Tuesday on Ao3 and FF.net
Summary - When Miranda’s daughter goes missing, Interstellar Enforcement refuse to help when they learn she has been taken into The Void; a notoriously dangerous sector of space. She is left with little choice but to hire a crew of mercenaries who will take on almost any job for the right price.
Commander Sachs cannot afford to turn down what is an obscenely large reward for her efforts, but is decidedly unhappy with Miranda’s one stipulation; that she be allowed to come with them. The only way they will be able to pull off this job, is if they learn to get along and accept each other’s differences.
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glacialpacer · 23 days
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I don’t think there’s a lot of fics where Miranda steals Andy’s clothes, because duh, she’s Miranda Priestly and whatever she dons is sacred… But, I think it’s 🔥 to imagine her waking in the night to find that Andy isn’t in bed, then throwing on Andy’s hoodie before she heads out to find where she’s gone. The lace on bottom just makes it hotter!! Thoughts?
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