there isn't ceiling in our garden
rated E, 70k-ish, Nicklas Bäckström/Alexander Ovechkin
Nicke’s never going to believe him. What’s the point of trying? They’re just barely getting back to things being normal between them. Even if he does manage to convince him, the day just resets. No matter what Alex does, no matter what he tries to fix or set right, it resets. It takes everything he does and wipes it clean, and nobody knows except him. The floor wobbles. Alex’s eyes fall to Nicke’s lips. Involuntarily, he thinks of melted, gooey chocolate, Nicke’s lower lip chapped and boy-rough under the pad of his thumb. About all the times over the years—on the ice, in the snow, in the water—Alex had felt certainty click into place when they looked at each other. Without him wanting it to, his mind is pulling at some pearl of opportunity. The day just resets. And nobody knows but Alex.
time loop fic that begs the question: what if you were terrified of change and clung to your time loop for dear life?













