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Like Falling in Reverse by jena_winters
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
20 Jun 2026
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"Who are you? What's with the uniform?" He asked, and Lune met his eyes.
"I, too, am an Expeditioner," she said slowly, repeating the words decades before Verso would say them to her.Or
When the battle with the Paintress goes terribly wrong, help comes from the least likely source: the Masked Woman. Lune is cast back to the beginning to find the truth about the Fracture - and hopefully stop the Paintress and her yearly ritual of death. This puts Lune on a collision course with Verso and his family, before they were cursed with immortality. But the Dessendres have their own secrets, and unraveling them could cost Lune dearly - not just the success and safety of the future, but her own heart as well.
Mostly canon through Act II.
There's only one Paintress.
The world is real (not a canvas).
Everyone is real.
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21 Dec 2025
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When the expedition ends, Lune is left with too much knowledge, too little meaning. Verso is somewhere on the continent, convinced he has no place in the world he fought to unmake.
She goes to him seeking clarity, but what they find are the truths they ran from, the weight of their choices, and a shared question neither knows how to solve: what comes next when the thing you’ve built your life around ends?
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21 Dec 2025
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He buried his face just behind her ear, arms winding around her with playful certainty, the kind that had no edge of panic to it. Just affection. Just the wordless insistence that being close to her was better than anything waiting outside the door.
“Surely,” he murmured into her skin, “We can have a few more moments.”
She scoffed, quiet and fond, as he pulled her even closer, his leg sliding along the outside of hers to keep her tucked firmly against him. Lune’s hand came up, fingers brushing blindly along his forearm as if testing whether he truly meant to keep her pinned. The warmth of his chest pressed along her spine, and his breath settled in a slow, warm rhythm against her shoulder.
“You say that every morning.” she said, though the reprimand was softened by the way she relaxed against him, body yielding to the cradle he made of his arms.
“And I’m right every morning,” Verso countered, nudging his nose against the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
“Almost every morning,” she corrected, quiet, her breath warming the space between them.(What if Maelle created a Black Mirror Tamagotchi situation to give the people she loves the perfect life and what if it's not the life they want)
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- Part 1 of Painters Writers and Musicians
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24 Nov 2025