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Tissu de la morte saison (Fabric of the Dead Season) by avialleso
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
07 Sep 2025
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"Well, I didn’t spend the last few years hiding in the mountains."
"The mountain where a Pélerin cut you in half and you cried for my help?"Following the Pélerin attack, Monoco comes to Verso's aid, dragging him back to their scavenged train car home in Frozen Hearts for some warm soup and company. A simple hurt/comfort fic exploring their friendship, pre-canon.
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08 Sep 2025
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untitled verso suffering by mahalidael
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
26 Jun 2025
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"Verso had gotten stuck in places and subsequently died of dehydration enough times to recognize the point where you’re drinking so fast you’ll throw up."
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29 Aug 2025
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He remembered their battle. Her rapier sinking into his chest. Lying on the ground as he begged her to kill him. As he told her that he didn't want to live this life anymore. Slowly fading from consciousness when the forces of that place finally managed to tear through the seams of his weakened physical form and unraveled him.
And yet, here he was.Contains spoilers for the entirety of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33.
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26 Aug 2025
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Monoco’s station was just as it had always been, Gommage or no. The painted curves of it flowed and trailed, one long brush stroke after another. The snow stayed, and so did the grandis, the gentle petals of iron, the curve of playful trains.
Only Monoco had left. Only they had changed. And then they’d returned, and for what? To scavenge the chroma of corpses long gone to rest? To scrape the paint from a hundred abandoned creations?
Verso was tired.
“Yes,” he said, “I could have saved him.”
Or: Maelle brings Gustave back, and accidentally ties his soul to Verso. This changes things.
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25 Aug 2025
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All Verso could really focus on was the softness of his giant friend’s hands, the way they easily cradled his small human body against his plush body. Keeping him from falling too far into an abyss he most assuredly wouldn't be able to welcome even if he tried — and he has tried so, so many times. Handling him like one of his precious rocks, if he would be so bold to say.
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25 Aug 2025