Clairobscur Stories

Verso lived through the fire, as did Alicia, but he didn't wake up. He remained unconscious, and when his family realised that he and Alicia had been found in the atelier during the fire, they realised that Verso has gone into the canvas. Aline went in after him, believing she could wake him up. She finds Verso, who doesn't remember anything. In his pain addled mind he ended up creating Lumiere, and a painted version of his family, and they were living together happily. Aline helps him remember, but all he could feel was the fire and the burning agony of his body, and so she paints over him and erases his memories again to keep him safe. Renoir then goes in to wake up his son himself, and drag his wife out the canvas, resulting in the Fracture. Expedition Zero goes out to search for their loved ones and rescue them, and inevitably find out what happened from Cleo. Now Verso has to stop his family from tearing apart his canvas, and try keep his mother from constantly erasing his memories to keep him compliant. It goes about as well as you might expect. (Basically, Verso lived, but is trapped in the canvas by his mother, and now has to deal with the horror of having his family raging war inside his canvas)

Taking place at the beginning of Act 3 of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33, Sciel and Lune grapple with old struggles, new revelations, and the meaning of it all.

What if Verso saved Gustave. In Stone Wave Cliff a familiar sound is heard. The sound of a cane hitting the ground. Someone is supposed to die tonight. A clair obscur e33 fanfiction !!! SPOILERS please finish act 1 better act 2 and Its incredibly perfect if you finished the game. dont come at me if I spoiled you i warned you ;D I know the picture is really ulgy ill change it one day french is my first language not english please be kind to the grammar

You became friend with the expeditionner Sciel only two day before the gommage. Well... Friend is a big word but you could say you became aware of each other only two day before the gommage. The continent is deadly, you might die, cry or fall in love. A clair obscur fanfiction 'idk if it class into fanfiction but oh well'

A take on a third ending of Clair Obscur: Expedition 33. Just a small love letter from me to the beautifully crafted world of Clair Obscur.

The people of Lumière, suffering the consequences of a cataclysm, are bound to a horrible fate. But there is hope, as a new expedition sets sail, determined to end the cycle of torment, caused by an entity known as the Paintress...this is the story...of the Expedition 33 I love this game, and I haven't really seen any stories about it here...so here's one ABSOLUTELY LOVED the game and it's music (play it if you haven't, it's a masterpiece) Got the idea, decided to develop it and see how it goes. So...I hope you enjoy

Today was Louis' Gommage Day. In Lumière, everyone knew what it meant. It was a chilling, inescapable rhythm that pulsed through the city, marking time not by seasons or holidays, but by disappearances. The thrum of anxiety that accompanied each passing year intensified as you approached your last birthday, a morbid countdown to an inevitable vanishing act. Every person, without exception, simply ceased to be. Harry had lived his entire life in the shadow of this reality. He'd seen it countless times: friends, neighbours, even his own parents - all gone, swallowed by the insatiable whim of The Paintress. She was an enigmatic, terrifying entity, an omnipresent dread perched on her distant island. She was always dormant, a silent, ominous sentinel. But then, on the dreaded Gommage Day, she would rise, brush in hand, to paint the fateful number, a countdown that had started at 100 and was now at 33, erasing another life from existence. Gommage Day. The very name was a curse whispered on the wind, a day universally loathed above all others. It was the day you turned thirty-three. The day you disappeared. And for Louis, today was that day.

Staying and growing old was not a gift; it was not what he desired, but she forced it upon him. That first performance felt like his soul had been dragged through an endless void, yet apparently, he was to revel in entertaining. However, the same wound that created the grief which tainted the Dessendres' minds might have also given birth to his salvation. Voile de deuil - Mourning veil Slight Verso x OC (But not really)