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mirandy-is-everything · 20 days

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Miranda, scowling:

Emily: Nigel… she’s doing it again.

Nigel: Ugh, for love of- ! *grabs Andy, plops her into Miranda’s office* Better?!

Miranda:

Miranda: Yes.

#everyone knows Andy is Miranda’s emotional support human #they don’t question it #just a weird Miranda thing #that they use to make their lives at runway easier #LOL #mirandy #miranda priestly #miranda priestly x andy sachs #devil wears prada #dwp #incorrect mirandy #miranda x andrea #miranda x andy #the devil wears prada #andy sachs #andrea sachs

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die-schwanenkoenigin · 4 months

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happy holidays ❤️

#mirandy fanart #mirandy #miranda x andy #miranda priestly x andrea sachs

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emmaandherartblog · 7 months

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They ended up on Page Six 🤭

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dhfurlan · 1 year

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Chapter 47 of An Unexpected Request

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Confused about what may or may not be true, Miranda's only certainty is pain. Although hope, even if she refuses to believe, is still present in her heart.

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winteranc156 · 5 months

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Much Can Never Be Redeemed

A quick fill for this. I read it and just had to.

Closing in on your position.

The text blinks out of existence as she pockets the phone. There is still business to take care of and she doesn’t have much time left.

Miranda’s gaze moves back to the man sitting across from her. His eyes are calculating and cruel. She doesn’t like him, but this is business. And, she is equally as ruthless when cornered.

She watches as the muscles in his jaw clench tighter and tighter as realization dawns on him. Miranda has won.

The gun he pulls on her isn’t unexpected. She laughs at the predictability of it all. She stands and moves closer to him, unfazed by the twitching of his trigger finger. She leans close to his ear. “There is no world in which you would ever push me out of my territory.” The smile that flashes across her face is cold and mirthless, a threat veiled in soft lips and white teeth. “Now I’ll take everything.”

The buzz in her pocket coincides with sirens and shouts of NYPD. The chaos that erupts as bullets start flying gives Miranda enough of an opening to make a hasty exit through rarely used side door.

“NYPD! Put your hands up and turn around slowly.” The command is clear.

Miranda stops and turns around slowly, hands raised, smile firmly in place. “Hello, dear.”

“Miranda!” Andy lowers her gun immediately. “What the hell are you still doing here?” She looks behind her, panic rising.

“Business,” Miranda smiles and pulls out her gun, “you know how meetings can sometimes go long.”

Andy shakes her head, gun back up aimed just offside to miss if she does shoot. “You know, you don’t have to gloat every time.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Miranda steps back but keeps her gun aimed at Andy.

The door behind Miranda suddenly opens, flooding the entryway in sunlight. A shot rings out and the last thing Miranda hears as she exits is a frantic officer down.

The drive to the townhouse is silent. Miranda still holds the gun in her hand. It feels oddly heavy.

“You shot her,” Emily says it with little modulation in her voice, but the accusation is there. Miranda smiles at the soft spot Emily seems to have for her wife.

“I know.” Miranda sighs. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Should I check on her?” Worry edges each word.

“No,” Miranda decides, “there will be too many people surrounding her.”

Miranda enters the townhouse and listens for several seconds. It’s quiet. She slips off her heels and takes off her coat. She places the gun in its allotted drawer and makes her way upstairs.

She strips out of her clothes with practiced ease. And as has become their custom when their jobs collide, she dons nothing more than a silk robe.

Miranda doesn’t worry when Andy doesn’t answer her texts.

She doesn’t worry when evening winnows into night.

But, she does worry at the sounds of slamming doors and furniture when Andy does get home.

Heavy footsteps climb the stairs and pause outside their bedroom before the door opens and slams closed.

The discarded and bloody pieces of uniform make Miranda pause, an unusual ache in her chest.

She follows Andy to their ensuite. Miranda waits at the threshold.

Andy, stripped except for a very practical black cotton boyshort, grips the vanity to stay upright. She hasn’t acknowledged Miranda in any way.

“So how was your day at work?”

Andy’s eyes bore into Miranda’s reflection. There’s a long silence before she speaks, still facing the mirror. “You fucking shot me.” Her body is rigid and her voice is tight. “That was my day at work.”

Miranda sighs and pushes past the threshold. “It was unavoidable.” She gently inspects Andy’s bandaged arm. “Did they give you anything for the pain?”

Andy grunts in the affirmative and pulls her arm out of Miranda’s hands.

“You’re upset,” Miranda says.

Andy spins and pins Miranda against the vanity. Her nostrils flare and her anger is palpable.

Pleasure and arousal coil tightly in Miranda’s abdomen. They’re both coming down from an adrenaline fueled high but she has always enjoyed Andy like this, a little wild, a little dangerous.

Andy licks her lips, her breath ghosting over Miranda’s face. “Winning has always looked good on you.”

“I’m good at winning.” Miranda traces her fingertips across a strong jaw, thrilling at the softening of anger. “You are exquisite.” She traces the blush of color her words cause. It’s delightful that Andy still responds so beautifully to her words.

“Would you like to–” And Miranda finds it equally as beautiful that even in this, even angry and in pain and more than a little high on adrenaline and painkillers, Andy asks. She asks even when all she wants to do is take.

“Yes,” Miranda takes Andy’s fingers in her mouth, sucking gently, “it’s really the least I could do.”

Andy watches her, eyes dark. Her fingers trace the inside of her mouth, feeling her every ridge of her teeth. Her breathing hitches and she presses into Miranda.

And there’s something about the heat and skin pressed against her that makes her head spin. There is a need between them that makes Miranda tremble.

Desire pools instantly, deliciously hot and wet.

Andy replaces her fingers with her mouth and tongue. Her kisses are hard. Her hands rough as they pull the robe open and push Miranda up onto the vanity.

Without thought, Miranda opens her legs so Andy can press into her. The kisses don’t lose their urgency. Andy is all hunger and need.

Miranda hooks her legs behind Andy’s back. To keep her in place. To pull her closer.

“Fuck me,” Miranda likes the breathlessness that command always causes. And, the eagerness with which Andy fulfills it.

Andy watches her, eyes dark, mouth parted, as she slips her fingers into her. Hard and fast.

There’s a delicate intimacy even in this. In eyes watching, noses touching, mouths open and breathing each other in, in being in this moment together. In the building up of touch and the sharp edge of release.

Miranda finds purchase on Andy’s body, nails digging into soft flesh as she crests into orgasm. Andy presses her face against her, her eyes closed, lips parted, undone as much as she’s undoing Miranda. Affection blooms across her chest. A deep flush spreads across her chest and neck and everything she’s feeling in the moment with Andy intensifies.

“We’ve gotta stop doing this, Miranda,” Andy pants against her neck. “One, or both us, is going to end up dead.”

Miranda stands on shaky legs and waves off the worry as she walks to their bed. “We’re very good shots.”

Andy follows, eyes narrowed as she settles beside a naked Miranda. “So you hit me on purpose?” The question is indignant and borders on angry, again. "Do you know how much fucking paperwork I still have to fill out?"

Miranda kisses her, pushes her down, and otherwise occupies her mouth.

Sometimes discretion is the better part of valor.

#my fanfic #mirandy #miranda x andy #the devil wears prada #just a little thing i wrote after seeing a prompt on discord #enjoy!

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emeraldorchids · 2 years

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40410945

just posted a new mirandy fic for the ficathon! if you like pregnancy fics and medical complications and friends-to-lovers, this is the one for you…all 93k words of it.

#mirandy #mirandy fic #mirandy fanfiction #miranda x andy #miranda x andrea #the devil wears prada #dwp july ficathon

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mywitchcultblr · 2 years

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I fucking love Miranda Priestly and totally shipping her with Andy since I was like 12, I THOUGHT I WAS THE ONLY ONE

#miranda priestly #miranda x andy #the devil wears prada

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estpresso · 2 years

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idea: wlw sapphic crack fic

brunette roundtable discussing their blonde counterparts

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blonde roundtable discussing their brunette counterparts in a different room

ships: eve/villanelle, beidou/ningguang, mei/kiana, deena/sam, andy/miranda, lena/kara, therese/carol, rue/jules, jamie/dani, cal/juliette, santana/brittany, tara/darcy, maeve/aimee and more...

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lara-jenn · 1 year

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#mirandy #andy sachs #miranda priestly #andy x miranda #the devil wears prada

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sexybread-png · 1 year

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i dont post enough on here so i thought id dwp doodle dump!

some of those r greatly inspired by spacedmuch's fics on ao3, go check em out!!

#my art #digital art #fanart #devil wears prada #devil wears prada fanart #miranda priestly #miranda priestly fanart #andrea sachs #andy sachs #andrea sachs fanart #mirandy #mirandy fanart #lesbian #sapphic #queer #dwp #andy x miranda

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priestly-sachs · 1 year

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#anne hathaway #meryl streep #the devil wears prada #eldiablovistedeprada #miranda priestly #andy sachs #dwp #mirandy #andy x miranda

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mirandy-is-everything · 23 days

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What Miranda says: Andrea, your outfit looks hideous.

What Miranda means: I love you.

#disarming athena #READ IT #i’m literally obsessed #mirandy #incorrect mirandy #miranda priestly #miranda priestly x andy sachs #incorrect devil wears prada quotes #andrea sachs #andy sachs #miranda x andy #miranda x andrea #mirandy is everything #devil wears prada #dwp

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die-schwanenkoenigin · 4 months

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+ more on AO3

#mirandy fanart #mirandy #miranda priestly x andrea sachs #miranda x andy #manip #i love this???????#😩🥰

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mirandapriestlyswife · 6 days

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Yes girl! Defend your wife 🗣️

#devil wears prada #andrea sachs #mirandy #the devil wears prada #andy sachs #anne hathaway #tdwp #miranda x andrea #meryl streep #wlw shitpost #wlw ship #lesbian #miranda priestly #mirandy is canon trust me #andrea x miranda #mirandy fic

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dhfurlan · 1 year

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Chapter 44 of An Unexpected Request

CHAPTER SUMMARY: Too many things to deal with and not enough time to sort them out. Glad Miranda and Andy can count on their incredible and efficient network of friends.

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emmaandherartblog · 4 months

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That’s all~

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