#simon e33

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Clea Dessendre/Simon, Aline Dessendre | The Paintress & Clea Dessendre, Aline Dessendre | The Paintress/Renoir Dessendre | The Curator, Clea Dessendre & Original Verso Dessendre, Clea Dessendre & Maelle | Alicia Dessendre Characters: Clea Dessendre, Simon (Clair Obscur: Expedition 33), Aline Dessendre | The Paintress, Renoir Dessendre | The Curator, Original Verso Dessendre, Maelle | Alicia Dessendre Additional Tags: Character Study, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe, Slow Burn, Eventual Romance, Grumpy/Sunshine Relationships, No Sex, Kissing, Grinding, Nipple Play, Happy Ending, Light Angst, Clea has eldest daughter syndrome, AU where everything is fine and no one dies, Simon is a real person Summary:

Clea isn't interested in being tied to anyone in marriage. Being the Heiress of the great Dessendre Painter family, all she's concerned about is managing the expectations of her position. That is, until a handsome stranger appears to ruin all her plans.

The sound of footsteps behind her set her spine straight and her teeth on edge. Clea closed her eyes in a moment of defeat. She knew who it was before she even turned around. 

“Clea is it?” he asked. His voice was husky with a hint of gravel. It shouldn't have affected her but her stomach clenched to spite her. 

“That depends entirely upon who's asking.” 

The man chuckled with a lopsided grin stretching over his features, “I'm fairly certain every social elite in Paris knows of the infamous Dessendre Heir. I've just come to see if the rumors are true.” 

I FUCKING DID IT

In Pallor, there were a lot of references to vampire!Clea’s history with Simon as one of the first tributes from Lumiere. Here’s their first meeting.

Clea keeps her head raised as Lumiere’s tributes line up in the opulence of the Manor’s Grand Hall for their inspection - they might call it an introduction, but nobody’s fooled.

It’s ridiculous. A pantomime. It’s nothing but a pretence at civility with Lumiere - but if her father is truly convinced that this will keep them all safe and fed, Clea can play along. She can act as if the painted warping of her body and mind is just one more inconvenience to adapt to; she can pretend that she’s still herself, deep underneath these painted fangs and the artistic stilling of her breath.