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Pièces froides by monocostrap (hanarinhightown)
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
17 Jan 2026
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Monolith Year 78 (in which Verso is incredibly touch-starved and increasingly unable to stop staring at the way Monoco grips his staff):
"You're insufferable."
"Yet here you are, staring at me with the desperate eyes of a man who hasn't been touched in decades. Which, coincidentally, you are."
Verso swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from Monoco's hands. He should feel humiliated by the bluntness, recoil at the implication he was so transparent. But all he felt was a burning, aching need overriding everything else.
"You didn't answer my question," he croaked.
“I’ve not been dragging it across the Continent for him, Verso. Does it matter?”
It should. It should matter that this thing between them wasn't real, wasn't special, wasn't his. But as Verso stared at Monoco, at the soft halo of fur around his face, at the wooden hands that had pulled him back from death countless times, he found he couldn't summon the will to care. He shook his head.
Monoco patted his thigh, a gesture so casually commanding that it sent another wave of heat through Verso's body. "Then come here. You’re hogging all the warmth.”
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Pièces froides by monocostrap (hanarinhightown)
Fandoms:Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
Explicit
No Archive Warnings Apply
M/M
Complete Work
29 Oct 2025
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No Archive Warnings ApplyPainted Verso Dessendre/MonocoImplied Original Verso Dessendre/Monoco Bottom Painted Verso Dessendre Pining Banter Jealousy Touch-Starved Friends to Lovers Sharing Body Heat First Time Dirty Talk Strap-Ons Breathplay Avalanches Expedition 78 no beta we die like verso (repeatedly and without satisfaction)
Summary
Monolith Year 78 (in which Verso is incredibly touch-starved and increasingly unable to stop staring at the way Monoco grips his staff):"You're insufferable."
"Yet here you are, staring at me with the desperate eyes of a man who hasn't been touched in decades. Which, coincidentally, you are."
Verso swallowed, unable to tear his gaze away from Monoco's hands. He should feel humiliated by the bluntness, recoil at the implication he was so transparent. But all he felt was a burning, aching need overriding everything else.
"You didn't answer my question," he croaked.
“I’ve not been dragging it across the Continent for him, Verso. Does it matter?”
It should. It should matter that this thing between them wasn't real, wasn't special, wasn't his. But as Verso stared at Monoco, at the soft halo of fur around his face, at the wooden hands that had pulled him back from death countless times, he found he couldn't summon the will to care. He shook his head.
Monoco patted his thigh, a gesture so casually commanding that it sent another wave of heat through Verso's body. "Then come here. You’re hogging all the warmth.”
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