A Collaborative Feysand Timeloop Fic

🌹Endless, repetitive, and persistent

If you could do it all over, would you do it differently? What if you'd been trying to redo past mistakes for days? Weeks? Years?

What would Elain and Lucien do differently if they could go back? Would they still try and find one another? Would they try and rewrite past wrongs? Or would fate simply trap them in the same time loop together, trying to draw together two reluctant soulmates into finally yielding to that inescapable pull?

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Feyre sucked in a deep breath, the sound like clashing swords in the silent, vaulted arena. For a moment, she went fae-still, gazing at Tamlin like she'd never seen him before. Then she started to laugh.

Chapter 18: A Lesson in Temperance (Loop 75)

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Chapter summary After a series of particularly punishing loops, Rhysand falls back to a more conservative approach: staying out of fate’s way. It works well—until Feyre spends one evening draped in his lap and chipping away at his self-restraint. Eventually, his needs outgrow his ability to stay seated. Five dirty minutes alone won't reset the loop, will it?

Can’t tell you how honored I am to be a part of this project! Thanks to @popjunkie42 for the beta read and to everyone in the @feysand-hivemind for having me <3

The difficulty of seeing her is that he knows. He knows what it’s like to have her sleep soundly in his arms, to hear her murmur his name without vitriol, to sink himself into her and make her eyes roll back in pleasure. He’d thought it would make it all the more bearable—that the previous loops would tide him over, give him the strength and purpose to keep his hands off of her through the third trial. But no, it’s made it worse. It’s made him weaker, more likely to give in and do something that results in his death—or worse, Feyre’s. He clenches his fist, unclenches it, clenches it again. Just don’t be an idiot, he says to his reflection, not for the first time. His own hardened eyes peer back in silence.   The mind-numbing repetition of the loops may render him powerless over his fate, but within the confines of each loop, what he does have is his will. He intends to continue to exercise it. It’s all he has, the ability to control what little he can: himself.