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The stranger's husband by Anivy (Yamimidna)
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
05 Oct 2025
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Gustave thinks about his proposition. Verso had already proven that he is capable. And he really owes him for saving his life. What could that man want? A place to stay, food, a regular shower? He could offer it no problem, and he would have a great assistant for it.
“Yes, sure. What do you need?”“Would you be my husband?”
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07 Oct 2025
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[Stone Wave Cliffs ends differently. Gustave becomes a pawn in Painted Renoir’s sick game.]
“I've no wish to fight you, so I'll leave them alone until they cross the barrier. No nighttime attacks. But if they do make it to the barrier, all bets are off.”
Verso's expression barely moves at the offer, and he asks the next question as if he already knows the answer. “In return for what?”
“A demonstration.”
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07 Oct 2025
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The brain fog was thick, suffocating. It clouded his judgment, muddled his memory, slowed his thoughts. Gustave had hoped it would fade with time, but it had only gotten worse, along with the heaviness in his limbs, the exhaustion in his bones.
He hated this.
He hated feeling like this.
He hated the overthinking. It never helped—only dragged him further down into the muck of his own mind. He kept having nightmares, nightmares that fell out of his grasp when he woke up but that stayed ingrained in his bones, like they meant something.
He needed to get a grip.Bookmarked by Foxteeeth
07 Oct 2025
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He was perfect. He was perfect, and Verso was weak and low and unworthy to even look upon him. To lay his pitiful eyes on Gustave was akin to casting dirt on the statue of David, but for some unfathomable reason, this divine creature had deigned to grace Verso with his attention, his love. Verso couldn’t understand it, but he was determined to properly honor the precious gift he’d been given, devoting himself to Gustave with a Dionysian mania that bordered on delirium.
And oh, how richly rewarded he was.
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01 Oct 2025
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The doorbell had rung, but he took his time. If he was going to put up with this, it would be on his own time, damn it.
His rebellious one minute and twelve seconds (yes he did count, thank you very much) paid off with another doorbell and a frustrated, indecipherable shout from Clea. He pushed down his smile and opened the door.
"Hello, can I- " Verso stopped as he took in the presumed gardener's face. He was younger than he expected- clearly same sort of age as him- with neat facial hair and a smile that clearly hid nerves. His stomach did a weird thing as he took in the man. He was no stranger to being attracted to any man who looked his way, but good god he could not handle this today.
(or; verso meets the new gardener.)
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25 Sep 2025