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Le Baiser Rendu (Un bisous sur le bobo) by IneffableMossy for Sinvulkt
Fandoms: Clair Obscur: Expedition 33 (Video Game)
12 Dec 2025
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Welcome to the Batnoco AU!
A wingfic in which Monoco has batwings, while Verso has bird wings.
Born out of crack cooked up with my good friend Sinvulkt, I initially intended simply to contribute to the acquisition of a canonical tag: Winged Painted Verso Dessendre. What ensued is entirely their fault. Please accept this gift and my unending blame/gratitude Sin.
What was meant to be a short one-shot soon took over my entire brain, nay, my soul. Batnoco has consumed me. His smooth wings and upside-down sleeping habits are enchanting. He is beauty, he is grace.
Except in this fic, where he falls flat on his face!
There will be more. I'm sorry.
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"Hold still you idiot."
"Hrmm."
Verso sighed. "You're a terrible patient you know."
"You're hardly a skilled field surgeon."
"Well, unfortunately I'm all you've got. Whether you like it or not."
He set down the small cloth he'd used to clean the edges of the wound. He placed his hand on Monoco's back, in between the roots of his wings. He scritched his fingers in the thick, soft fur.
Monoco sat astride a wooden chair, slouched over the spindle back. His right wing sprawled out in front of Verso, dipping down to rest on the floor, the other tucked neatly. Monoco's wings were massive compared to his own, but he rarely spread them fully. Their difference in flight habits offered advantages in battle, with Verso's own feathered wings allowing him a speed and power that Monoco couldn't match. His acrobatics, however, often left Verso in awe.
Verso surveyed the damage and let out a quiet sigh. The thick, leathery membrane was torn in two places. A large rip, the size of his hand span, split Monoco's dactylo membrane out to the wing border, leaving the edges flapping limply. It looked dramatic, but worried Verso less than the other injury. There was a much smaller gash close to the elbow, piercing the muscle fibres that powered the wing's movement. The elastic fibres of the outer wing had a few scars now, although with the years they darkened and faded better than on human skin. But this was the first time a Nev had got close enough to strike the inner span. In the heat of battle, Monoco had twisted to save the flow piercing his ribs, and instead had sacrificed his wing. Verso chewed his lower lip, still rubbing Monoco's back.
"Is it…bad, Verso?"
"I think you'll be out of action for a while mon vieux." Monoco groaned in frustration. "I know, I know. But I'll do my best, alright?"
"I…I trust you."
Verso's cheeks warmed at the words. He ran his hand through the fur at the base of the dark wings. It spilled over the shoulder blade and along his humerus before tapering out. Verso ran his fingers along the fine wooden bones, double checking for any breaks as he went along. He had already inspected them, he just couldn't quite bring himself to pick up the needle and thread. Monoco flexed the wing as he ran lithe fingers around the elbow joint, along the radius, and then each of the fingers in turn.
"You okay?"
Monoco huffed, his head turned away. "S'embarrassing…"
Verso kept on with his inspection. "Come on now, you old brush. What could there possibly be left between us to be embarrassed about? After all we've been through!" That drew a wry laugh out of Monoco, much to Verso's satisfaction.
"It, ahh, it tickles when you do that." His voice was strained and Verso grinned to himself, imagining the painted features of Monoco's mask glowing a brighter red than usual.
The fire crackled in the tumbledown hearth. The had retreated to one of their cachettes, a half broken building near Stone Wave Cliffs. Some years ago an expedition had tried to build a home here. Well, one expeditioner at least. They had tried to help, but the man had been dreadfully stubborn. Verso felt a pang of regret in his chest. All those expeditioner's lost, families broken. He ran his hand through his hair and fluttered his black and white feathered wings. The movement stirred the dust on the ground.
"Sadness flies away on the wings of Time." He muttered.
"And Time returns pleasures in their prime," Monoco replied, "Jean de la Fontaine."
Verso stilled. "You remember that?"
"Of course." They didn't often speak about the before times, before the Fracture, before Verso's demise and Verso's reappearance. It made him uncomfortable, the twisting darkness of comparison sitting bitterly in his throat. But Monoco's gentle voice betrayed his sincerity. "Do you remember reading those Fables to me?"
Verso twisted the ring on his finger and tried to fight back the crowding thoughts. He's my best friend, my everything; and what am I to him, really? A pale imitation. He let out a ragged breath.
"I do."
Monoco made a warm sound, like a purr. "Good. I would be upset if you'd forgotten, mon Verso." He emphasised the possessive and Verso felt colour rising in his cheeks.
Bloody psychic gestral, how does he always know what to say.
Verso snapped back to attention as Monoco batted awkwardly at him with his good wing. "Are you going to get on with this or not?"
"Alright, tetchy." He picked up the curved needle and threaded it with the fine, black thread. It was specially waxed, pilfered from a Doctor's cabinet in Lumiere some years before. Just in case. "Which one shall we do first?"
Monoco reseated himself and stretched the wing out, Verso saw him wince as it pulled on the muscular membrane.
"Let's just…get it over with."
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No Archive Warnings Apply
Gen, M/M
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12 Dec 2025
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No Archive Warnings ApplyPainted Verso Dessendre/Monoco Painted Verso Dessendre & MonocoMonoco (Clair Obscur: Expedition 33) Painted Verso DessendreBatnoco Wingfic Winged Painted Verso Dessendre Winged Monoco Crack Treated Seriously Fluff and Crack Hurt/Comfort Injury Blood and Injury Wing Injury Stitches Needles Soup Wine Fainting Mutual Pining Best Friends Friends to Lovers There Was Only One Bed Feelings Realization Talking Dialogue Purple Prose Self-Indulgent Crack Stone Waves Cliffs Cave (setting) Monoco has bat wings Verso has bird wings Feathers & Featherplay Tenderness Sickfic Dubious use of pictos to make tea Still better than the american tea method POV Painted Verso Dessendre Pre-Canon no beta we die like Verso repeatedly and flamboyantly Verso takes care of Monoco Monoco Needs A Hug Verso is trying Chroma osmosis Hugs Body Pillow Body pillow Verso Slow Romance Forehead Kisses Fluffy Monoco Whump Monoco whump I love torturing that sassy monkey man Crying Monoco Impossible tears of chroma Why must he cry in every fic? I don't even know but it feeds something inside me Give me a strong crying man as old as the world Tickling Established Relationship Developing Relationship i said what i said They're best friends they love each other they don't know what they're doing they contain multitudes Declarations Of Love game of the year 2025
Summary
Welcome to the Batnoco AU!A wingfic in which Monoco has batwings, while Verso has bird wings.
Born out of crack cooked up with my good friend Sinvulkt, I initially intended simply to contribute to the acquisition of a canonical tag: Winged Painted Verso Dessendre. What ensued is entirely their fault. Please accept this gift and my unending blame/gratitude Sin.
What was meant to be a short one-shot soon took over my entire brain, nay, my soul. Batnoco has consumed me. His smooth wings and upside-down sleeping habits are enchanting. He is beauty, he is grace.
Except in this fic, where he falls flat on his face!
There will be more. I'm sorry.
Series
Part 1 of The WELL-POLISHED and GLEAMING adventures of Batnoco!
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