Mirandy Week 2015

Just a short heads up that this is Miranda/Andy/Cruella, so if you aren’t a fan, these aren’t the droids you’re looking for.

Miranda hummed and snuggled back down into the bed. It was early. The sun wasn’t up yet, but the room was starting to lighten in the pre-dawn gloom. Someone shifted beside her, grabbing her by the waist and drawing her in, sighing against her neck. Miranda squeezed the hand on her waist, not opening her eyes just yet. A head tucked itself under her chin, hair tickling her face and neck. Miranda smoothed the hair down and yawned.

She was so very warm and comfortable. Sunday mornings were her favorite by far. Nowhere that she had to be, she could sleep in as long as she wanted, not that it was ever that late. Years of early mornings had trained into her the need to wake with the sun. But with the long amounts of freedom that Sunday brought she could spend a great deal of it with her family, once they woke up, anyway.

For now, she was content to remain where she was, buried under the weight of two people. No one else would be up for hours yet and she was happy to stay cuddled up for the time being. There was no better way to spend her time.

Andrea mumbled in her sleep, having one of her fantastical dreams again. Miranda caught the word dragons and mine before the woman settled back into a deeper sleep once more. Lips pressed against her neck followed by a low chuckle. Miranda pressed her lips to bicolored hair. Cruella was so much more manageable when she was asleep. Even with her propensity for mayhem, Miranda wouldn’t give her up for the world. She would give neither of them up for the world.

This was written with the lovely roseyruewritessometimes22 because for some reason she likes to go along with my crazy ideas. So if y’all enjoy this shoot her some love too for being my resident Andy.

New York Fashion Week:

Miranda leaned her head back against the head rest and sighed. She was so very tired, four days of shows, going nonstop from sun rise to sunset. She loved fashion, but the months where fashion weeks fell were hard. Harder still now that she had Andrea waiting at home for her. There was no one she had ever wanted to just stay home and be with before Andrea, and balancing that impulse with her duties to Runway proved difficult at best in regular circumstances. During fashion week both fall and spring, it was almost impossible.

She looked down at her watch. It was after midnight now. By the time she got home it would be twelve thirty at the earliest. The Book would be waiting for her, though with a skeleton staff not attending the fashion week events there wouldn’t be a great deal to look over and if luck had it there wouldn’t be many corrections to be made. There was something to be said about doing most of the work on an issue before fashion week began. When the print deadline passed in the middle of Milan fashion week she was going to be hurting, but that wasn’t here quite yet. She would enjoy the little time she had free and think of it later.

Miranda frowned. By the time she got home Andrea would be asleep, and if she wasn’t then she would be by the time she got done with the Book. There had been few text messages between them today. She needed more contact than that but knew there wouldn’t be any chance really. At least this week she could manage to slide into bed beside Andrea and hold her as she slept for a few scant hours.

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by CrazyBeCat

Miranda muses about her relationship with Andrea, one lazy Sunday morning while absently going over The Book, while waiting for her wife to wake up.

Words: 1400, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F

Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs

Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs

Additional Tags: Content, Mirandy Week, Day Five, Cute, Sweet, loving, Family

Read it here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11177240/1/The-Brief-Autobiography-of-Miranda-Priestly

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by HolyNyx

Miranda wakes up to soft kisses being trailed across her collar bone.

Words: 1180, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs

Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Devil Wears Prada (2006) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs/Cruella de Vil Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs, Cruella de Vil Additional Tags: Mirandy, existing relationship, Mac - Freeform, Mirandy Week Summary:

Andy and Miranda inspire strong artistic passion in Cruella

This is late. Which is 1000% my fault. I’m dumb.

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by HolyNyx

Andy isn’t surprised that it happens at Starbucks.

Words: 2392, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Devil Wears Prada (2006)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Miranda Priestly, Andrea Sachs

Relationships: Miranda Priestly/Andrea Sachs

Miranda’s ears still buzzed from the call from Nigel. She swallowed. And swallowed again. His voice echoed in her mind.

“Miranda, are you blind? She’s got more than that little crush that all of your assistants get. She’s head over heels, defend your honor in a fight, in love.”

Apparently being out from under her thumb as creative director at Alexander McQueen was going to his head and making him much bolder than he should be. She should have berated him, she knew, but instead all she could do was sputter and look out at the desk where Andrea still sat even after Paris, even after everything she had put the girl through. She had denied it at every turn, both her affections and Andrea’s but Nigel was adamant. The girl was just as in love with her and she was with the girl.

And that couldn’t stand.