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Marta & Fina - Sueños de Libertad

Ep. 265

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Los tres amores (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/378486071-los-tres-amores?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dkathe6 Samantha Thornton, hija de una poderosa familia, deberá aprender a diferenciar entre los amores que marcan temporalmente y aquellos que perduran para siempre. Mientras navega por relaciones intensas y complicadas, Samantha enfrentará decisiones que cambiarán su vida para siempre, buscando esa mujer que realmente le llene el corazón. Esta es una historia de autodescubrimiento, traiciones, pasiones y reencuentros.

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Los tres amores - DkatheR - Wattpad

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Estamos en los capítulos finales

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¡Me enviaste un maldito collar con un mensaje! 

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La tensión va en aumento...

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Nuevos capítulos

I think you'd like this story: " Entre el amor y las sombras " by dkathe6 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/369478699?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=share_writing&wp_page=create&wp_uname=dkathe6

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Entre el amor y las sombras (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/369478699-entre-el-amor-y-las-sombras?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=dkathe6 ¿Qué pasaría si Tsunade Senju, la Quinta Hokage de la Aldea Oculta de la Hoja, volviera a abrir su corazón al amor? La aparición de una joven con una carta despertará toda una tormenta de emociones en la Hokage. ¿Podrá aceptar esos nuevos sentimientos y curar las heridas y traumas del pasado?

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Entre el amor y las sombras (37325 words) by DkatheR Chapters: 27/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tsunade (Naruto) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Tsunade (Naruto), Shizune (Naruto), Original Characters, Rock Lee, Maito Gai | Might Guy, Haruno Sakura Additional Tags: Age Difference, Lesbian Character, Slow Burn, Romance, Bisexual Character Summary: ¿Qué pasaría si Tsunade Senju, la Quinta Hokage de la Aldea Oculta de la Hoja, volviera a abrir su corazón al amor? La aparición de una joven con una carta despertará toda una tormenta de emociones en la Hokage. ¿Podrá aceptar esos nuevos sentimientos y curar las heridas y traumas del pasado?

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#yuri #naruto #tsunade #narutofanfic #gl #chicaxchica #girlslove

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Naruto (Anime & Manga) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tsunade (Naruto) & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Tsunade (Naruto), Shizune (Naruto), Original Characters Additional Tags: Age Difference, Lesbian Character Summary:

¿Qué pasaría si Tsunade Senju, la Quinta Hokage de la Aldea Oculta de la Hoja, volviera a abrir su corazón al amor? La aparición de una joven con una carta despertará toda una tormenta de emociones en la Hokage. ¿Podrá aceptar esos nuevos sentimientos y curar las heridas y traumas del pasado?

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“Sabran waited beside the fire. She wore nothing now but her stiff corset and shift. ‘Make no mistake,’ she said. 'I am wroth with you.’ Ead stood on the threshold. 'I shared all my secrets with you, Ead.’ Her voice was hardly there. 'You saw me as the night does. As my truest self.’ She paused. 'Nothing in my life was real. But you, Ead - I believed you were different. Now I wonder if everything between us was part of your act. Your assignment.’ Ead searched for the right words. 'Answer me,’ Sabran said, voice straining. 'I am your queen.’ 'You may be a queen, but you are not my queen. I am not your subject, Sabran.’ Ead stepped inside and shut the doors. 'And that is why you can be certain that what was between us was real.’ Sabran gazed into the fire. 'I showed you as much of myself as I could,’ Ead told her. 'Any more would have seen me executed.’ 'Do you think me a tyrant?’ 'I think you a self-righteous fool whose head is harder than a rock. And I would not change you for the world.’ Sabran finally looked at her. 'Tell me, Eadaz uq-Nāra,’ she said softly, 'am I a greater fool to want you still?’ Ead crossed the space between them. 'No more a fool than I,’ she said, 'to love you as I do.’”

— The Priory of the Orange Tree

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AO3 Femslash Top 100: Round 2

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AO3 Femslash Top 100: Round 2

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Hi luv, can you do a angst to fluff Miranda Priestly imagine where Andrea comes back to Runway to confess her feelings for Miranda, but Miranda is in a relationship w/ the reader and has to choose between them. At the end Miranda chooses the reader!

Wants and Needs

Title from Drake's song -"Wants and Needs"

Pairing: Miranda Priestly x Reader

Genre: Angst -> Fluff

Word count: 2k

A/N: God you know I'm a sucker for angsty Miranda 😫 I hope you like it! All mistakes are mine ;-;

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The phone landed on the sofa with a soft bounce as you sat back into your own chair with a sigh.

You just got a call from Nigel. He called you right when he got back from leaving Miranda’s office and told you that he saw her walking into the office.

Her being the infamous Andrea Sachs.

The young journalist was known as the one who walked away alive. And thanks to Nigel, you also knew Andrea as the girl who was in love with her ex-boss and your girlfriend, Miranda Priestly.

It wasn’t new information to those who knew the young journalist. Nigel had told you that the girl developed feelings for the editor during her tenure at Runway. So far, the girl never showed any interest in Miranda after she walked away in Paris, and you hoped it stayed that way.

Your relationship with Miranda wasn’t public and you liked it that way. Miranda wanted to keep things underwraps until the both of you were ready to face the numerous paparazzi, critics, and the unavoidable page six, but keeping things underwraps meant that no one knew the editor was taken.

There was no reason for the girl to be at Runway unless...no, no, you needed to use a wise mind. But the journalist wrote small columns in a mediocre newspaper, so why would she be in Runway’s offices?

You tried your best to not jump to conclusions but if anything, you had faith in Miranda. She didn’t like to be bothered during Runway hours unless it was a family matter so you knew she would ignore the girl.

You hoped she would.

You didn’t know much about how Miranda felt about Andrea, she never talked about it.

Either way, there was nothing you could do with the information you were given, you weren’t going to call Miranda at work,

So you just waited.

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The shutting of the front door followed by heels clacking on tiled floors told you that Miranda was home.

You didn't need to check the time for it to tell you that Miranda was late, more late than usual.

You followed her movements with your hearing, never breaking your staring contest with the painting in front of you.

She was getting closer.

You didn’t have to tell her where you were, you didn't have the energy to anyway but she always came to the study to work on the book.

“Darling there you are.” Miranda bent down and pressed a small kiss to your forehead.

You responded with a hum and watched as your lover made herself comfortable on the sofa across from you.

“How was your day? Did you manage to turn in your project on time?” she asked as she put on her reading glasses before turning to the book.

You were too out of it to answer her questions. Your day was...fine, it was tolerable, but your mind was running at a thousand miles per second and it made you despondent.

Not getting a reply from you, Miranda looked up from the book, “Darling?” she asked softly, "is everything alright?"

"Hm?" Your eyes found icey blue ones that were filled with concern. "Oh, yeah–yes, everything's fine."

Satisfied with your response, Miranda sent you a soft smile before she returned her focus to the fashion pages in her lap.

The silence that followed swallowed you whole, only broken with the few scratches of Miranda's red pen and the flipping of pages.

"Why was Andrea at Runway today?"

At least you held off for longer than you thought you would.

Miranda's focus didn't falter, the only telltale sign that she heard you was the sharp inhale through her nose.

"What are you talking about darling?"

"Andrea Sachs. Why was she there?"

Miranda made no move to stop her work and you sighed,

"It's just a question Miranda."

Knowing that she couldn't get any work done until you were addressed, Miranda finally looked up at you, taking her glasses off in the process,

"If you must know, she was just there to talk."

"Okay," you nodded slowly, "talk about what?"

The white-haired editor fluffed her hair before she waved you off, "It's nothing, really."

"Miranda you never just 'talk' to someone during work let alone an ex-assistant who walked out on you. She worked for you Miranda, I thought you wouldn't be caught dead with someone like–"

"Do NOT talk about Andréa like that," Miranda snapped.

Miranda had never raised her voice at you and it made you physically flinch. She was defending Andrea.

For the first time since the relationship started, you were shaken. You couldn't read Miranda at all and it scared you.

Without warning, your mask slipped in place and you became eerily calm,

"What happened," you said quietly.

Miranda had gone back to the book albeit working slower than usual,

"The girl merely wanted to have dinner."

The puzzle pieces were settling into place. You could feel your stomach clench. Your heart sped up, and you felt your nerves set off as the waves of anxiety spread from your chest throughout your whole body,

"That's why you were late wasn't it…"

Miranda simply continued with her work as she pushed some of her bangs out of her eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Y/N, it was just about friends catching up."

"You never talked about her, you refused to talk about her, she isn't just a 'friend' Miranda."

There was a silent pause as you observed your lover. Her own mask was in place and she was blatantly ignoring the situation. She wouldn't even look you in the eye.

"She asked you out again, didn't she."

A whispered 'yes' cut through the silence.

You took a deep, steadying breath,

"What did you say."

Silence. Miranda returned to the book, turning the pages and making notes here and there. She never once acknowledged you, it was as if the editor shut you out completely.

It broke your heart.

"I hope having your fun is worth it."

You quietly approached the editor, making sure you didn't jostle the book in her lap, before you bent down and placed your own kiss on her forehead.

You couldn't bring yourself to say anything else. The answer of silence was an answer in itself.

Quietly leaving the study, you made your way up to your– to Miranda's bedroom and gathered your clothes into a duffle bag. You didn't want to stay here, you couldn't. You didn't know what all of this meant, it was too much for you to process, but you knew you had to leave.

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A year of being together and a journalist is what comes between the two of you. A year. A fucking year.

And now, here you were, sitting alone in a hotel room for the 8th day in a row.

How easy it was for Miranda to look at another.

Throughout the week you did your best to not doubt yourself. You knew Miranda's curiosity had nothing to do with how you were as a person or a lover, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that questioned why you weren't enough to satisfy Miranda.

After the second day of being away from the editor, she started to blow up your phone. Calls on top of calls came through, even during Runway hours and Miranda never called you during Runway hours, maybe texted, but never called.

The night you left the townhouse was the last time you talked to Miranda. Even though she's made many, many attempts to reach you, you weren't ready. Those self-doubts made you hesitant to pick up any of the calls that came to your phone.

On the third day she started to get Nigel and Emily to contact you. You told Nigel what happened and he wasn't happy with what Miranda had done. Emily heard what happened the first time she had contacted you and the redhead wasn't thrilled either. Although Emily was hard to deal with at times, you knew she wanted the best for you and right now she didn't think Miranda was what's best for you. Either way, both of them knew the situation and both of them promised to keep your location underwraps.

That, in turn, caused Miranda to double her attempts (as if they weren't enough already).

She started to send gifts, flowers, anything the editor thought you might like.

When you would arrive at work, there would be a bouquet of flowers on your desk, then throughout the day more bouquets would follow. Hell the woman would send you chocolates, not the cheap ones either, the best chocolates money could buy in New York City. You started to find Roy waiting for you after work and despite your attempts of refusal, you caved in after he personally wanted to see you make it back to wherever you were staying, safely.

Every mutual friend you had with Miranda knew where you were and what had happened between you two, and each of them promised to keep quiet on the matter.

You knew you couldn't hide forever, you just didn't know when she'd finally find you.

A knock on your hotel door snapped you out of your thoughts.

Your breath hitched. It couldn't be Miranda right? You've managed to slip away for 8 days, surely you had more time.

Looking through the little peep hole, you felt your body relax before confusion passed over your features. You never ordered room service. Unless you did and just forgot about it.

You shrugged, 'Free food is free food.' You opened the door and followed the bellhop as he pushed the cart in. Taking a closer look, you found that the cart held a tray of your favorite foods with a basket of your favorite snacks.

"Um, excuse me, where did you get all of this?"

"You only deserve the best."

You whipped around and found Miranda standing in the doorway.

She looked as if she came from work. Her famously white hair had fallen out of it's usual coif and there were a few wrinkles on her blouse.

What surprised you was the fact that the usual poised editor was fidgeting with her fingers. You could practically feel the anxiety rolling off of her body in waves. It was only then that you noticed that the two of you were now alone in your hotel room.

Miranda didn't know where to start, "Y/N, I…" she took a deep breath, "I love you and I-I'm sorry for my lapse in judgement about the whole..Andréa spiel."

You watched as Miranda took tentative steps forward, gaining more confidence when she didn't get any refusal from you.

She took hold of your hands and pressed kisses to them both, "Darling, it's you. I love you and only you. There has never been a moment since you left that I haven't thought of you."

"Miranda…" you whispered softly.

She shook her head and squeezed your hands, "I need you. I should have never entertained the thought of life without you by my side. I choose you Y/N, I love you."

You bit your lip before you sent a small smile towards the editor and Miranda's eyes brightened. She pulled you into a crushing hug and she clung to you like a koala as she kissed any part of your body that was in reach: your shoulder, your neck, your hair. All the while, she whispered 'I love you's' and 'I'm sorry's' and 'Y/N' as if chanting these things would keep you two in the moment. You indulged in the love that was showered on you and you hugged Miranda back just as tightly.

Miranda finally settled to hide her face in the crook of your neck,

"How did you find me?"

Her response was muffled by your neck but you heard it all the same,

"I may have threatened Emily with the banning of cheese in the offices."

You snorted a laugh.

'Ratted out for cheese cubes..are cheese gift baskets a thing?’

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Devil Wears Prada tags: @007giu

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Dragon Mirandy fic  03/21

Love Transforms A Dragon by Teeny Birdy https://archiveofourown.org/works/21257837

My Liege  by Grrriliketigers https://archiveofourown.org/works/870171

The Cerulean Dragon by Jazwriter  http://archiveofourown.org/works/4278267/chapters/9689886

The Dragon Lady by Giantessmess  https://archiveofourown.org/works/17655317

The Dragon Queen and the Princess – by jah728  http://jah728.livejournal.com/12771.html

The Incredible Tale of the Lock-Scaled Dragon by Jazwriter https://archiveofourown.org/works/21254483/chapters/50606294?fbclid=IwAR2r–nroXXqp2cQHq0jGe_tTqjLYA4-30wbLqgP8C9iUsvpbBNLy2fUhqk

The Lady and Her Dragons by Bearblue https://archiveofourown.org/works/21738811/chapters/51860098

The Princess and Her Dragon by ea_phoenix  https://archiveofourown.org/works/25472938

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Pirates

Pirates by chiaroscuroxvii   https://dvlwears-prada.livejournal.com/2142171.html