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MIRANDY

come on, don’t leave me, it can’t be that easy babe

praying and hoping (you’ll quench my thirst)

good luck, babe!

heaven can wait

we didn’t have to sink (for you to be mine)

unadulterated loathing

kissing, and hope they caught us

AGATHARIO

you’ve lost a lot of blood

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unadulterated loathing — yezzakc

the aftermath of their night together

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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heaven can wait — yezzakc

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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unadulterated loathing — yezzakc

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

But Andrea knew. Andrea could smell it, the way the omega’s scent was getting stronger, more desperate. The way those blue eyes were starting to glaze, the way their minds were nowhere and everywhere all at once, it was getting harder and harder to keep herself in check. Andrea wanted to give in. Just dive deep and lose herself in Miranda entirely, to claim her in the most primal, fundamental way.

Yet, despite the way Miranda’s body arched beneath her, despite the way her fingers dug into Andrea’s shoulders- begging for it, Andrea forced herself to dismiss those thoughts. Claiming an omega -biting her not just teasingly and desperately as she had been doing, but with a mating mark- wasn’t just physical, it was binding. Permanent. And Miranda Priestly was not the kind of woman who’d appreciate being owned, definitely not by an alpha, and definitely not by Andrea, whom she’d allowed this close only because she was not that sober.

So Andrea swallowed the growl rising in her throat and kissed Miranda instead, hard and possessive- punishing her for thoughts the woman didn’t know, but still, just with a kiss.

Those thoughts however, never involved Andrea questioning herself, whether she would like to be bound to someone for the rest of her life, had she claimed Miranda. Somehow, it wasn’t a questioning thought, it felt as though it was only natural for her to do.

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andrea spends the weekend at the townhouse with the priestly women. and miranda decides she never wants andrea gone.

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/78648061/chapters/225663916

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“I told Nigel not to tell anyone where I was.”

Taking another deep breath, Andrea reminded herself why she was here. “He didn’t. I bullied it out of him.”

After watching the people below a few more seconds, Miranda finally turned to face her. “The receptionist said you have something for me? That’s why I allowed you up.”

Keeping her face relaxed, Andrea raised the whiskey bottle in her hand and shook it suggestively. “Wanna get drunk?”

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heaven can wait — yezzakc

miranda and andrea move into their new house in london, but miranda may not be quite ready to face her past yet

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good luck babe — yezzakc

chapter 20: worship in the bedroom

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/78648061/chapters/223375261

It wasn’t the same, it wasn’t her. But it was better than any other experience she’s had without Andrea; and it was, in fact, empowering.

Yet still, something was missing. It should’ve been enough. It was enough- technically; the release, the physical satisfaction. But the emptiness lingered. Because what she really craved has never been just the climax. It was the way Andrea’s laugh would have bubbled against her collarbone afterward, it was her mischievous comments. The way she’d nuzzle into Miranda’s neck, whispering something unbearably tender after taking her so thoroughly. The way her hands would linger; not just on Miranda’s body, but in her hair, on her cheeks, tracing her jaw, as if she couldn’t bear to stop touching her. These simple things were what brought Miranda the most pleasure.

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jealous miranda was nothing new. but andrea has never seen how possessive her boss could actually be until miranda saw her having a conversation with her only rival, anna wintour

unadulterated loathing — yezzakc

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/80714596/chapters/222673191

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“You can’t reduce your whole life to this gravestone, Miranda.”

Miranda looks over her shoulder. “Can't I? Everything I built- Runway, my legacy, it's all gone. No one remembers Miranda Priestly anymore-“

“Please. Everyone remembers Miranda Pr-“

“No one cares.” Miranda waits for Andrea to understand her point. “They've moved on, to new editors, new trends, new, new, new. Life goes on. No one paused for a single breath after my death.”

“No one?” Andrea’s eyes sting as she stares into Miranda’s shiny eyes. “You think the only proof you existed is this slab of rock? Try looking at your legacy, at your daughters who see you- and will continue to see you as their whole world. …Try looking at the woman who still wakes up dreaming of you a decade later- even when you’re sleeping in that same bed.”

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chapter 19: love looks pretty on you

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“Oh, no, don’t spoil me too much,” Andrea laughs, her eyes bright. “What if I get used to that too?”

Miranda turns around to face her after she buttons her coat. “Do.”

Biting her cheek to keep from smiling like an idiot, Andrea momentarily loses her words because of that single word loaded with meaning. Do get used to it. Do expect more. Do be prepared for more. Do let me in. The grin breaks out on its own, but she can’t blame herself for it. After all, this was all she wanted: Miranda did choose her, and the rest would fall into place. They would be okay.

Miranda smooths her coat needlessly, clearing her throat. “I’ll see you… when I see you.”

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Chapter 10: tired of playing with this bow and arrow

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/80714596/chapters/220346101

Miranda tilted her head, coldly amused. “Aren’t you only here because your distractions didn't measure up-“

“Because nothing measures up!” Andrea snapped, the words bursting out before she could stop them. “Nothing fucking compares, Miranda. Don’t you get it? They meant nothing- mean nothing to me. I don't give two shits about Janice, or- or anyone else. I kissed you because I wanted to- and yeah, I fucked up by walking away afterward, I should’ve insisted harder. And by the way, I’m not sorry for helping you out through your heat when you were in pain, and although my intentions were not in the way you implied, I still don’t regret what happened. Because I do want you, Miranda. It’s making me crazy and do stupid things, because you make me hate you, but I never stop wanting you.”

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heaven can wait — yezzakc

🔗 chapter 20: like a choir singing ‘hallelujah

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good luck, babe!

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Chapter 18: the only exception

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“…Miranda?” Andrea fidgets before her, fixing her bun, then the oversized t-shirt she was wearing over nothing but panties. “I…” Her voice cracks. “Is everything okay, why are you here?”

Miranda steps forward without waiting for an invitation, crowding Andrea back into the apartment before closing the door shut behind them. “I had to see you,” she explains simply.

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Chapter 9: abstinence is a state of mind

🔗 https://archiveofourown.org/works/80714596/chapters/219000121

Andrea took a deep breath, trying to ignore Miranda’s presence right across them. And of course, that was right when their eyes met through the glass. It was for a short second, until Miranda’s eyes focused back on Andrea’s office just as her focus left, noticing the extra figure in it. Not just in the office too, but on Andrea’s desk.

The figure stayed unfamiliar to Miranda, Andrea could tell by the narrowing of her eyes, and the curious tilt of her head. An icy feeling spread down Andrea’s spine, and her heart dropped into her stomach as she watched Miranda’s shoulders stiffen, yet the way her expression hardened wasn’t at all unfamiliar. “Not today. Sorry, Janice. You really should leave now-“

“Oh come on, Andy. I’m starting to think you didn’t enjoy our night together as much as I did.” Janice teased with a wink.

“Janice, this really isn’t the place or time.”

Miranda was going to murder her, somehow Andrea’s alpha could sense it. ‘Her’ in question could be Andrea, or just as well Janice. Slowly. Painfully. She was going to— oh.

As the doom was expected, it was that exact moment Miranda’s nostrils flared, eyes flashing for a second, before turning to Nigel with a blank face. Janice, however, either was too stupid to notice the subtle exchange of looks, or just didn’t care. Her lips curled up in a condescending smirk as she leaned forward, her hand sliding up Andrea’s arm.

She had a death wish. An actual death wish.