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Mirandy Apocalypse Fic- Chapter 1

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Hi everyone! Ive decided to make the first part of this released fic into a prologue and this will be the first official chapter. Hopefully I’ll be able to upload to AO3 soon. Enjoy! :)

read prologue here- https://www.tumblr.com/mirandapriestlyswife/747204446805704704/mirandy-fanfic-apocalypse-au-prologue

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Miranda fucking Priestly. The bitch lives. Well.. Kind of.. She didn’t look older per-say… More broken maybe. Her eyes looked hollow. As if they’d witnessed the worst that was to come. Her gorgeous white hair somehow remained almost perfectly styled. Did this woman have some kind of hair department she was keeping in a bunker to avoid infection??? Andy had just assumed that alike every other rich asshole, Miranda had purchased some underground bunker upstate. Yet here she stands. Staring directly into her soul.

“Andrea..?” Mirandas voice sent shivers down her spine. Andy gaped in disbelief that this woman was somehow still alive. Young, relatively healthy Lily had passed in a matter of hours. Yet 54 year old Miranda Priestly stood in front of her looking as healthy as ever. She noticed how Miranda was eyeing her up and down, probably trying to determine if she was a hallucination or not. Andy swallowed but it seemed her mouth had gone dry, “Miranda..? I-.. You’re alive.” It wasn’t exactly a question, more of an observation. Was she happy to see Miranda alive? Absolutely! If this was quite literally any other person alive Andy would’ve ran straight at them and given them the biggest bear hug she could muster. But this was no ordinary person, no, this was Miranda fucking Priestly.

Miranda pursed her lips slightly which made Andy wince. She should’ve been kinder with her greeting.. The older woman cleared her throat “I am? I hardly noticed.” She said with disinterest. How could anyone be disinterested to find out they are in fact not the last person on Earth?! Unless Miranda was actually still making every single Runway employee come in to work everyday. ‘Yes im aware there’s a global pandemic but is that really an excuse for our swimwear shoot to look so lackluster?’ Andy could practically imagine her saying. She attempted to swallow but was once again met with cottonmouth, “I- I- are you- are you real..?” She practically choked on her own words.

“Am I real?” Miranda scoffed. “Of course Im real. If anyone here is a hallucination its you.” Andy was almost offended by this woman’s lack of shock. Did Miranda really think so little of her? That she wasn’t even worthy of a proper acknowledgement of ‘Hey! It’s great to see Im not the only person here! It’s been months since I’ve had someone to talk to!’. She took a deep breath and then she felt the hot tears streaming down her cheeks. This was all too much. The death, the loneliness, but now she had someone, someone to make her less lonely, but of course that had to have been the one person that wanted nothing to do with her. She wailed. Having no shame of fully breaking down in front of her former boss.

Mirandas eyes displayed… Sympathy.. almost. She stared at the crying woman.. Before eventually walking closer to Andy. Close enough to touch, close enough to hug. But.. Hugging would be too much. For the both of them. Or at least that’s what Miranda had decided. Instead, she placed a firm hand on Andys shoulder. “…Im glad to see you.” The way Miranda says it so slowly, so firmly, it puts Andy at ease. She doesn’t stop crying, but the wailing ceases. She took a deep breath and rushed to Miranda, throwing her arms around the shorter woman. In any other circumstances, she wouldn’t have dared touch Miranda. But this was quite literally the end of the world.

Andy sobbed into Mirandas shoulder. Oh how wonderful it felt to hug someone. Someone that was alive. Someone that she knew. She knew once they’d both gotten over the shock of seeing someone breathing that Miranda would probably kill her for getting tear stains on whatever designer blazer she was sporting midst of the fucking apocalypse. Leave it to Miranda Priestly to still be fashionable as ever even when there’s quite literally no one else to see.

Eventually she felt Miranda put her arms around her already trembling body, causing more sobs to erupt from Andys mouth. She pulled away quickly and wiped her tears with shaking hands, only to put her hands back on Mirandas shoulders, for some assurance that she was in fact real.

“How are you- how are you alive? I- im so..” Confused? Happy? On the verge of a panic attack?? Miranda took a deep breath and with surprising gentleness, removed Andys hands from her shoulders. “I would like to ask you the same thing.” Even with her gentle touch, the older woman’s voice still contained some bite. Perhaps she was still upset over Paris? Couldn’t she put aside their petty differences and look at the real problem at hand? They were possibly the last two people left on Earth. “Are there.. any other survivors with you..?”

Miranda went dead silent. Andy wasn’t even sure if she could hear her breathing. She looked absolutely broken, she then scoffed, as if to hide her moment of vulnerability. “‘Survivors’ you say that as if we’re in some sort of fictitious zombie apocalypse.” She let out a deep sigh as the sorrow to her voice returned, “No.. There’s no survivors with me.”

Andy felt a pit in the bottom of her stomach. That must mean- oh God.. “Oh Miranda.. I’m so sorry..” That must mean the twins had passed. Miranda looked teary eyed, she gave Andy a curt nod and looked away, of fear of crying. “Yes well.. I’m sorry as well.” She sniffled and Andy practically saw Mirandas heart break. She sighed and gazed at Miranda sympathetically, she opened her mouth to say something when she was interrupted. “What are you doing at Elias-Clarke?” Andy was almost offended by the question, it was asked so accusatorially. What was she doing at Elia-Clarke? What are you doing at Elias-Clare?! “..Just looking for some familiarity. Something nostalgic to fill the day, you know.” Miranda looked at her from head to toe, just as she had her first day on the job. It made her feel small, even it was done out of habit. “‘Familiarity’? You haven’t worked here for 2 years.”

“3 years.” Andy corrected. It’s been 3 years since I- um.. since.. Paris.”

Miranda raised an eyebrow, “Well I have much more important matters at hand then remembering when my second assistant abruptly resigned in disgrace.” Andy cracked a small smile, “From what I remember you gave me a pretty damn good letter of recommendation.. I mean good coming from you.”

Miranda gave her an unamused look. “I called you my greatest disappointment, what about that to you screams ‘pretty damn good’?” Andys smile widened, oh how she missed this. Having a conversation is something she really took for granted. “Actually you said ‘biggest disappointment’.. And you also said that anyone would be a fool not to hire me..”

The other woman smiled almost fondly at the thought. Maybe she missed conversations too? She never pictured Miranda as an extrovert in her free time, but surely everyone craves some type of human interaction from time to time. “Yes, yes, do remind me of my generosity after you left me stranded at a show with no assistant.” Ohhh the bite was back. “Mira-“ She started, but was abruptly cut off when she heard the sound of a microwave going “ting”.

Andy froze. “…You have… You have power?!” She’d been living on expired chips and cans of beans for months!! And this woman was having fucking microwaved dinners?! A luxury in retrospect.

“Of course I have power?” Andy was in utter shock. How?? How did this woman have power?! “But- the power companies.. I-I- mean I’ve been living in the dark for months! Besides battery powered stuff and-“

“..Stuff..?” Miranda raised an eyebrow. “Well I have no idea why you would do something as barbaric as that.. Half the buildings in this city have some sort of generator.. Elias-Clarke’s has been running strong for a few weeks by now.”

“A few weeks?!” Andy scoffed

“Yes Andrea, thats what I said isn’t it?”

“Do you even know how long generators last?! It’s less than 3,000 hours! I mean-“

“Did I say it was running constantly?” Miranda scoffed and turned on her heels, walking towards the microwave that was positioned behind Emilys old desk. Since when did Runway even own a microwave? And since when did Miranda Priestly eat anything that even so much as touched a microwave? Andy watched in wonder.

“I turn the damned thing on for less than 30 minutes a day. I figure when it eventually stops working ill simply.. Move to another place of residence.” The way Miranda spoke with such ease, as if this all came naturally to her was a bit unsettling.

“‘Another place of residence’? You live here? Why would yo-“

“Honestly Andrea, do you think I would want to live in the house where my daughters died?”

Andy froze. The way those words flew out of Mirandas mouth with such hostility.. Underneath the that frigid mask, Miranda was in fact a grieving mother. It made Andy’s heart ache. She no longer felt as if she was staring at the untouchable queen of fashion anymore, but a human being. She watched Miranda pull out the steaming microwaved dinner, God it smelt delicious. She hadn’t had a hot meal since the power was cut in New York.

You know how in zombie apocalypse movies they usually have an estimate that all of New York City would be infected in around 24-48 hours? Well they weren’t too far off in all honesty. Once the infection had reached its peak, it was swift to take the lives of pretty much anyone that hadn’t caught it already. God knows Andys run into her fair share of corpses. Thats part of the reason she tried to not move around a lot, fear of running into the corpse of someone she knew.

“You relocate a lot?”

Miranda rolled her eyes as she peeled back the plastic of her microwaved meal. “I’ve moved around from time to time. I prefer to sleep in my office.”

“Really?”

“No, im clearly lying to entertain you.”

Andy cracked a smile, which Miranda caught and stiffened, almost as if she were flustered. The older woman cleared her throat as she focused her attention back on her microwaved meal, moving it onto some of the fine china she always kept in her office. Though this set looked newer than the one she used when Andy worked there.

“Well, I stay in my friend Lily’s old apartment.. Its about.. An hours walk from here? Not sure-“ She laughed awkwardly, “Ive kinda stopped keeping track of time..”

Miranda hummed.

“Lily? Is that a relative of some sort or-“

“My best friend.” Andy interrupted. Miranda looked shocked at the fact that Andy had the balls to interrupt her, which made her smile a bit brighter. Miranda shook it off and picked up her plate of hot microwaved mush, briskly walking to her main office.

Andy froze up for a moment, did this woman seriously walk away mid conversation?? I mean sure, she hadn’t talked to another person in months, but she still knew her manners! Her smile faltered and she followed Miranda, who was now sat at her desk, poking at the hot still partially frozen “steak” on her plate.

Miranda looked up, unsurprised that Andy was still there. Probably looking as disgusting as ever in her unwashed jeans and sweater that was over 5 years old.. Yet Miranda gazed at her fondly. Not in the way someone would gaze at a long lost friend or even a former coworker. No, she gazed at Andy as if she were some souvenir from some vacation from a better time. As if she were some cherished snow globe.

“Well..” Miranda began as she cut into her unappetizing meal. “If you’re truly an hour or so away from home, I recommend you be on your way.”

What?? Was Miranda seriously kicking her out?! I mean.. She didn’t expect she’d ask her to stay the night.. But downright kicking her out?! Andy let her frustration simmer in the back of her mind. Can’t allow herself to get in a fight with quite possibly the last person in all of New York left alive.

“…Right.” Andy sighed and straightened herself upright. “Well I’ll be on my way.” She turned to leave, making it as far as her old desk before Miranda called out.

“Oh, and Andrea?”

She stopped and turned around. Miranda cleared her throat. “Be back here tomorrow at 7 AM. Thats all.” She then turned around in her creaky office chair to gaze out at the empty city.

Andy was absolutely livid. Now she had a damn schedule to follow?! She took a deep breath.

“Yes, Miranda.” She said through gritted teeth, in which Miranda only made a small noise of approval at, which to Andys annoyance made her heart flutter.

She grumbled to herself her whole walk down what felt like a thousand flights of stairs. What a shitty situation. It’s the end of the goddamn world and the only company she has is a woman that shes sure hates her guts. But at least for the first time in months she had something to look forward to.. Which made Andy smile.

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Hope you enjoyed!! :)

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Writer Asks

I was tagged by the dearest of all dearhearts, @cassiopeiasara

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 53, but full disclosure, I haven't yet moved everything I've written to AO3 yet.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 885,181 (but honestly, OBaaT Georg is an outlier, and maybe shouldn't have been counted...)

3. What fandoms do you write for? Currently? Ever? Currently, it's SuperCat and, more recently, Guiding Light/Otalia. Stupid unfinished WIP that has haunted me for 15 years...

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? These are all SuperCat, btw. One Bridge at a Time, At the Pleasure of the Hotel de la Paix, Uncharted (part 11), At Sea, and (the shocker) Steel Blue.

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, as many as I can. I've been known to respond to some years after they were written. Comments are the lifeblood of my writing. One comment at the right time can inspire so much. Sometimes, even the completion of a lingering unfinished story...

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Easily, my tears ricochet (Mirandy). My wife (Lisof9) and I took a vow decades ago (pre-dating, even) that we would always write happy, hopeful endings where the couple is together.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Everything else? See above. That doesn't mean there isn't angst. My wife taught me everything I know about chasing characters up burning trees and then lobbing grenades and feral raccoons at them. She also taught me about cliffhangers.

8. Do you get hate on fic? Once. A long time ago on an ER fic, of all things. I didn't write a word for two years after that.

9. Do you write smut? Yes. I'm kinda known for that. It is sometimes even requested, meaning the prompt is given to me because it requires smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? Hmm... Not really? Let me explain. One of my SuperCat stories mentions Emily Carlton from The Devil Wears Prada, and one of my Guiding Light stories has a brief cameo from a character on Saving Grace. The only true crossover I've ever written was wacky. It was Star Trek: Voyager and CSI: Miami. Decide for yourself: Wackiness. It's short.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not sure I understand the question. You mean plagiarized.? There was a rash of that happening in the early 2000s, I think, but my readers always let me know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I'm not sure. Probably.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Oh, absolutely! My wife should be considered my co-writer in everything because I have been known to pick her brain when I'm stuck. I've also co-written in the Guiding Light/Otalia fandom and in the L&O: SVU Casey/Olivia fandom.

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship? Oh, lord love a duck. SuperCat is certainly my once-and-future obsession. I've been writing them for over seven years at this point and, at last count, have 10 WIPs in the works for them.

My OTP Prime, though, is B'Elanna/Seven from Star Trek: Voyager because that's how I met my wife.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t? Hide Beside Me (Guiding Light/Otalia) has haunted me for 15 years, but remember when I said comments were the lifeblood of writing? Someone commented on it last week which revived my interest in finishing the story. I have a draft for chapter 32 in my WIPs folder right now because of that. I hope I finally get to check that one off my to-do list.

16. What are your writing strengths? Research, capturing character personalities, dialogue, and romance.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Fight scenes and the fact that I'm so slow as a writer.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Actually, I have a plan to write an Astrid/Raphaelle story in French when I feel I'm up to snuff in French again. I can't wait. I love that ship.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Ever? Buck Rogers in the 25th Century. Buck/Wilma, on my handwriting practice pad from school. I was 10. Published in a 'zine? A Star Trek: The Next Generation Worf/Deanna story. Published online? Xena, Warrior Princess.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Currently, there are two:

Queen of Hearts, (ST:Voy, B/7), because it was a love letter to the woman who is now my amazing wife.

One Bridge at a Time, (Supergirl, SuperCat). I'm proudest of this one because it took me seven years to write, came in at 310+k words, and I finished it. I never gave up on it. It was always in my mind. And now I'm working on a sequel to it. :)

I tag anyone who would like to answer it. Although, I would be interested in reading the answers from @shaych03 and @fewthistle if they'd like to participate.

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