boomchickfanfiction: [Image Description: A black and white illustration. In an empty dreamspace Seph

boomchickfanfiction: [Image Description: A black and white illustration. In an empty dreamspace Sephiroth from Final Fantasy VII: Crisis Core kneels before a literal pile of bodies. Behind him, an older version of Sephiroth looms, smirking, one arm sliding down the younger Sephiroth’s chest as he leans forward to whisper in his ear. Before the younger Sephiroth are a pile of crumpled bodies, slowly crumbling to ash. The younger Sephiroth is reaching out to them weakly, a dawning look of stress and terror on his face. End Image Description.] Den of M[arionettes] Whumptober 2020 Art by @tomowowowo, story by Boomchick Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26731612/chapters/65214628 ——————– Day Two: Pick Who DiesNote: This chapter contains references to canon character deaths & some gore. “You could have warned me.” Sephiroth said flatly the moment he was certain he was dreaming. “Oh?” He had the Other’s full attention at once. Felt the weight of his gaze like a physical force. “You found him, then?” “Yes. Nearly dead in the trooper locker room. And now I’ve created more paperwork for myself by intervening.” “Nearly dead?” The Other asked. Concern in his voice? No. interest? He wasn’t sure. “Yes. You didn’t know?” “This was the first change.” The Other responded, but it was offhanded. He was looking up at the empty sky, considering. “You saved him?” “Yes.” “Good.  Very  good.” There was something in the way he said it. The almost purring quality. It made Sephiroth feel… Once a string of Marlboro slime had gotten beneath his leather jacket, tracing down his spine. He shifted, trying to shake the physical sensation of the memory. Keep reading -- source link

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