Misty_Whisper
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It all started in stupid Milan.
It was meant to be the tournament to finally put him on the map, the Next-Gen Finals. Alex didn’t believe in fate or anything, but it had all gone his way somehow.
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Alex is pretty sure Jannik Sinner exists only to haunt him.
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“I think about you, when you win. How you talk. People like it.”
Carlos lets out a breath, slow. Not quite annoyed. Not yet. But the signs are there, and his voice sharpens just a touch.
“Jannik, I’m really not sure what you want to say.”
Or: After the final, Jannik shows up. Carlos opens the door.
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It’s always been like this between them. Opposites in every way. Carlos, all instinct and raw energy, making the impossible look effortless. Jannik, methodical, precise, his game built on discipline and careful construction. For years, Jannik had envied him—how he played with a kind of freedom Jannik could never quite grasp
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After 15 years of tennis careers, Jannik and Carlos meet by chance and talk.
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Five percent. Nothing, really. But when you’re teetotal, when two fingers of anything knock you loose, five percent feels like free fall. Like forgetting—until it isn’t. Until thoughts shove back in. Loud. Too loud.
"Do you like it?" Jack’s voice is close. Too close.
Or Jack and Jannik get drunk in London.
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“I speak with everyone. I am friendly with all players.” He answers in kind.
Novak’s mouth turns down, something unreadable pulling at the corner. Disappointment?
“Not everyone is the same, though. Right?” A rhetorical question—he doesn’t leave Jannik space to answer before continuing. “Some people matter more.”
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Jannik and Novak have a chat.
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The first person who calls him after the news breaks isn't Mark or Matteo or Jack or—don't think about him—anybody else he might have suspected of harboring feelings of friendship and protectiveness towards him still.
The first call that lights up his phone when he drops his bags in his dark, silent living room—is Anna.
Jannik finds his way back, with a little help from the people who love him.
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06 Mar 2025
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hardcourtspecialist
AFTER MONTE-CARLO 2026????hardcourtspecialist reblogged hardcourtspecialist
AFTER AO 2027???????????????????
#ARE WE IN THE TWILIGHT ZONE
29 notesjakubmensiksbackhand
Who among us hasn’t once tried to decapitate our future coach with a second serve?
#wimbledon 2027 what a time
17 notes[Just a few weeks before the 2029 season, Holger Rune shocks the tennis world by announcing a new head coach: recently-retired Jannik Sinner.]
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25 Dec 2024
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Carlos knows he isn’t subtle. His obvious adoration is laid out on his face as he gazes into Jannik’s face, or the way his touch lingers when they hug across the net, or when he cannot stop himself from gushing about the Italian at every opportunity he gets. He’s reconciled himself to this feeling within himself.
Carlos is used to the longing. The jealousy is new.
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21 Dec 2024
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Tears pricked his eyes as he realized just how foolish he was. The face on the screens, the one he didn’t recognize, burned at the back of his mind. Who would give a shit about that scrap-metal boy from District Six? He was not the District One golden boy, Roger Federer, born with a face worth more than a diamond mine and showered with so many sponsor gifts during his Games that the Gamemakers had to impose a daily limit. He was not Novak Djokovic, forged, sharpened, and steeled in the training academies of District Two, the crown fitted for his head before the canon of his first kill. He was not even in the league of last year’s victor, Iga Świątek, who disguised her genius with nervous, flittering smiles, as dangerous and unassuming as a live wire.
Who was he compared to Carlos Alcaraz, wunderkind? Nobody. He, Jannik Sinner, was going to die.
[Jannik Sinner, before and after The 71st Hunger Games.]
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- Part 1 of addendum to a pyrrhic victory
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25 Aug 2024
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"Are you staying tomorrow?" Jannik asks as fireworks go off overhead, the stadium illuminated red and violet and gold. The adrenaline of the final is starting to fade, but enough remains for him to say: "If you are—tomorrow, we're going to the coast. If you want to go with us?"
Carlos leans closer, brow wrinkling slightly as he tries to hear over the noise. "Tomorrow? Go where?"
"There's a beach, a little north of here. It's very beautiful. They have jet skiing." Ba-boom. Brilliant fiery flowers spiral across the night sky. The explosions of smaller fireworks syncopate with the suddenly rapid beating of Jannik's own heart. "If you're still here tomorrow, do you want to go? With us?"
Colors in the sky reflect in the smiling eyes looking up at him. "Yeah, of course." Carlos sounds as happy as if he were the one holding the winner's trophy. "Let's go!"
Jannik, Carlos, and a life-changing day in 2022.
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- Part 1 of like a river flows surely to the sea
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03 Aug 2024