Fics like Second Playthrough

Vixie woke on the beach. Sand, scalding hot, scraped her palms, wedging between the fabric of her gloves and under her nails. The sun baked her, hot through her worn leathers. The tang of salt and blood was on her lips and in her throat. The light had her squinting, pupils seared. She stood on shaky legs, having to hold onto the burning wreckage beside her, her mind whirling and body aching, nausea bubbling up from her belly. She caught sight of her patchwork boots, the heel hanging together with a prayer—. She lurched to a stop, staring downward, blinking twice as her ragtag leather armor remained in place—blurry, yes, but there. Though familiar, its appearance startled her. No, this wasn’t right. She had been wearing Dammon’s leathers, not this ill-fitting set she had stolen off some dead vagabond. She hadn’t worn this since—. In her head, something writhed. A scream tore from her throat, loosed into the air, echoing on that ravaged beach, where it had all started. -- Or Tav wakes up back at the beginning. Or a retelling of the game with my two Tavs, up until Act 3. Orin and the final arc will be a summary chapter at the end.

Fics like Second Playthrough

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