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These Chains Around Your Neck by VerenaKauer
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
31 Jan 2026
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“I want to die.”
That gets his attention — Gustave’s eyes fly wide open, and he takes a step back. Like Verso is a lunatic who is better to be avoided. “I beg your pardon?”
“I want to die,” Verso repeats. “And I can’t do it on my own. You’re one of the smartest men in Lumière, you’re good with chroma. I need your help.”
Or: Verso is trying to find a way out. Gustave helps.
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28 Feb 2026
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Snow White and the Fae Co-Op by NiteWrighter
Fandoms: Fairy Tales & Related Fandoms, Schneewittchen | Snow White (Fairy Tale)
09 Dec 2025
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Snow White, as told in a seedy bar at last call.
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- Part 3 of Nite's Fairy Tales
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08 Feb 2026
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Verso makes a different decision at Stone Wave Cliffs. And when a butterfly flaps its wings, it can cause a tornado.
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spoilers for the game! but also, kind of a rewrite of it! Picks up during THAT cutscene at the end of Act 1.
13 year old me 🤝 26 year old me writing fanfic to undo one (1) character death
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27 Jan 2026
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a quiet and harmless living by So_Runs_the_World_Away for Eternal_Peace_is_Overrated
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
26 Dec 2025
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Maelle came, quiet and desperate and hurting, asking, Why did you have to leave? Why couldn’t it be enough?
Because it wasn’t real, he responded. Because we were just playing at being happy. Both of us.
(Because it wasn’t real, he didn't say. Because none of this is.)
(He thought she heard it anyway.)
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- Part 10 of Fay & Kyli's shared brain worms
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24 Jan 2026
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À bientôt, dans une prochaine vie by inked_in_indigo
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
26 Dec 2025
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His eyes are what she most yearns after: dark, kind, belying a steel-forged will. It would not do to proceed too rashly, so for him she uses her hands, sketching with deliberation and precision, then glazing in layer over layer of paint, modeling the contours with her finest brushes and richest pigments, until he is perfect: she striates titanium laced with cadmium yellow into his flyaways where the light would catch; swipes in a mustache and heavy brows in broad strokes and stipples on stubble dabbed with just the barest traitorous pinpoints of snowy age; varnishes in washes of ochre-, cinnabar- and azure-touched white turpentine to bring forward the protrusion of his brow from the fold of his hooded lids; and finally, in the deepest seaglass she can mix from her purest indigo and brightest vermillion, pools the warm nadirs of his gaze.
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Maelle paints, and Gustave contemplates Verso's choices.
Or: a coda to Maelle's ending (but likely quite some time before that epilogue scene in the opera house).
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24 Jan 2026
