FILL: The High Cost of Perfection
anonymous
November 20 2013, 10:30:40 UTC
Tags: Miranda, ManShep, Liara, Oriana, Jack, the usual suspects Genre/kinks: non-con, dub-con, lots of pretty fucked up stuff pairings: MShep/Miranda and maybe a few others that I do not want to spoil
A/N: This prompt actually haunts me now. With all it's clever ideas and plot hooks, it brings out the worst in me. I hate the whole thing but I cannot resist the story. I take no pleasure in doing what I am about to do with these characters. It's all OP's fault.
The High Cost of Perfection 1.1
anonymous
November 20 2013, 10:31:55 UTC
Chapter One: Breakup“So this is it? Really?” Shepard said in a flat tone, coming to a conclusion that he was skeptical about. There was no emotion in his voice, only his gestures spoke of defeat
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Re: The High Cost of Perfection 1.1
anonymous
November 20 2013, 10:33:24 UTC
The only problem was, that Shepard read people too damn well. To his credit, he invested a lot of time to get to know Miranda, to melt the ice, to get a human moment from her. And she melted all right, talking about her life, her father, her sister and he helped her getting Oriana to safety. He knew her too well already to know that after all that time, even their little romp on the engineering deck was more than simple stress relief. He knew she opened up too much for it to be a one night stand
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The High Cost of Perfection 1.3
anonymous
November 20 2013, 13:40:00 UTC
The week started so good. After the Collector Base and breaking ties with Cerberus, they were on their own, deciding their next step, and she felt giddy from just being alive. They survived, they were free, and Shepard was there. They needed each other’s comfort after all this, to feel and know everything will be all right
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The High Cost of Perfection 1.4.1
anonymous
November 20 2013, 13:40:47 UTC
How this became her obsession, Miranda could only guess. At 106 years old, Liara was barely a teenager by asari standards, easily infatuated with hobbies like the protheans, or people representing her dream life. Idolizing Shepard seemed logical in a self-centered world of a teenage girl. It didn’t matter what Shepard wanted, because even if he didn’t see things her way, she would convince him. She loved him and he would love her back and he was smart enough to understand eventually
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.4.2
anonymous
November 20 2013, 13:42:07 UTC
Liara T’soni was different, though. She was the Queen Bitch of queen bitches, she was the head cheerleader who had the most power in the whole world. It would still not be enough to beat Miranda Lawson, but the mere thought of the power at Liara’s fingertips with which she could harm Oriana was staggering. The only victory she could achieve at this moment was to keep Oriana alive, and bide her time and maybe after the Reaper War was over, she would go on the same quest that Liara went on two years ago: to find the Shadow Broker and make her pay for endangering the life of someone she cared about.
Re: The High Cost of Perfection 1.4.2
anonymous
November 20 2013, 19:13:11 UTC
OP here. Wonderful start, thank you for doing it! It means a lot, really. I think I need a horribly fucked up love story in my life right now. Though I know this story will be very dark, maybe too dark based on your comments, but it's ok. Also, I like what you are doing with Liara, she is shaping up to be an interesting villain.
And I'm really sorry that you don't enjoy writing this, but I hope at least it's a good challenge or something?
A!A: The High Cost of Perfection 1.4.2
anonymous
November 20 2013, 23:06:54 UTC
As I said before, I can't stop the story at the picture. Not in my head and not if I'm writing it. It has to reach its inevitable conclusion.
And it's not pretty. Horribly fucked up right about covers it. Two scenes from the end just burned themselves into my brain and the only way to get rid of them is to write my way there.
That being said, while it makes me miserable, it is the best kind of creative challenge. If it wouldn't be challenging, if it wouldn't push me out of my comfort zone, I'd probably be able to ignore the prompt and not write it. If it's not challenging, my writing wouldn't be any good.
The High Cost of Perfection 1.5
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:10:55 UTC
So there she was, the Ice Queen Miranda Lawson, staring at a blank screen with a blank face and even tears abandoned her. All that bottled up tension, and the only effect it had was that the strength left her limbs. She was unable to think or move for a long time, before her old reflexes kicked in. She took a deep breath, pulled herself straight and opened her terminal
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.6
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:11:48 UTC
It took them three days to pick up Feron and take him to a nondescript space station orbiting a mining moon, one of the many hideouts of the Shadow Broker. There were only a handful of people who knew the identity of the new Broker, and they wanted to keep it that way. The drell was treated at Illium and once he was strong enough to return and help Liara run the Broker’s network, Shepard offered him a ride
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The High Cost of Perfection 1.7
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:12:56 UTC
Miranda didn’t reply and didn’t make a move towards the asari, just folded her arms and stopped in the middle of the room. Liara chuckled softly, poured two glasses and walked up to her. Part of the wall opposite the windows was covered with monitors. Not as grandiose as the room on Hagalaz, but serving the same purpose. Half a dozen video feeds were running on them, none from this station
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.8
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:13:41 UTC
Miranda’s eyes widened and her gaze darted to the monitors, afraid of what she will find there. “Oh, you thought I’d do that?” the asari laughed amused. “Mmm, it would be counter-productive.” She let go of Miranda’s throat, and took a small step back to look her over. “No. I’m not stooping that low. But you thought I would.”
Miranda swallowed, rubbing her neck where Liara squeezed it. “What do you want?” The asari pressed a palm against her chest. They were alone in the room, and Miranda knew she could put up a good fight against the asari, maybe even come out on top. And yet, over Liara’s shoulder, she saw her sister and she knew she was powerless. “If you won’t give me the proper respect, I have to resort to other methods.”
Liara reached for the collar of Miranda’s outfit and began to open her jacket. “What the-” Miranda growled, brushing Liara’s hand away, taking a step back. “You can’t be serious.” Liara giggled, looking at her chest and shaking her head. “Now, now. You need to feel who is in charge here, Miranda. You need to
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.9
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:14:38 UTC
They bumped into a doorframe and Liara pinned her against the wall until she opened the door. They slipped in as soon as it slid open, the asari keeping her grip between Miranda’s thighs and returning to groping her breast
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.10
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:15:21 UTC
She let out a sigh, half closing her eyes, very satisfied with herself. One blue hand ran down the curve of her hip, cupping her azure for a delicious second. Miranda watched her with apprehension, trying to figure out what was coming next. Even in this state, she could refuse the meld, at least she hoped so. She doubted that Liara could read everything in her mind even if she managed to break down her defenses. She was more worried about the howShe found out the next moment, when Liara reached into the top drawer of the dresser and produced a strapon
( ... )
The High Cost of Perfection 1.11
anonymous
November 23 2013, 15:16:20 UTC
It didn’t convey what Miranda felt, though, but the tightness was exquisite, if the asari’s moans of pleasure were any indication. She settled into a crude, but steady rhythm, the ointment providing some lubrication and Miranda’s body gradually started to accommodate better to the device. The oils also helped reduce the chafing, but not enough. Miranda felt the burning sensation creeping deeper and deeper inside her delicate flesh, her sex strained around the girth, the ridges irritating her folds as they moved in and out
( ... )
Genre/kinks: non-con, dub-con, lots of pretty fucked up stuff
pairings: MShep/Miranda and maybe a few others that I do not want to spoil
A/N: This prompt actually haunts me now. With all it's clever ideas and plot hooks, it brings out the worst in me. I hate the whole thing but I cannot resist the story. I take no pleasure in doing what I am about to do with these characters. It's all OP's fault.
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There. Can I go to sleep now?
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Also, I like what you are doing with Liara, she is shaping up to be an interesting villain.
And I'm really sorry that you don't enjoy writing this, but I hope at least it's a good challenge or something?
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And it's not pretty. Horribly fucked up right about covers it. Two scenes from the end just burned themselves into my brain and the only way to get rid of them is to write my way there.
That being said, while it makes me miserable, it is the best kind of creative challenge. If it wouldn't be challenging, if it wouldn't push me out of my comfort zone, I'd probably be able to ignore the prompt and not write it. If it's not challenging, my writing wouldn't be any good.
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“Oh, you thought I’d do that?” the asari laughed amused. “Mmm, it would be counter-productive.” She let go of Miranda’s throat, and took a small step back to look her over. “No. I’m not stooping that low. But you thought I would.”
Miranda swallowed, rubbing her neck where Liara squeezed it. “What do you want?”
The asari pressed a palm against her chest. They were alone in the room, and Miranda knew she could put up a good fight against the asari, maybe even come out on top. And yet, over Liara’s shoulder, she saw her sister and she knew she was powerless.
“If you won’t give me the proper respect, I have to resort to other methods.”
Liara reached for the collar of Miranda’s outfit and began to open her jacket.
“What the-” Miranda growled, brushing Liara’s hand away, taking a step back. “You can’t be serious.”
Liara giggled, looking at her chest and shaking her head. “Now, now. You need to feel who is in charge here, Miranda. You need to ( ... )
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