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Jannik’s eyes fixate on the golden cross pendant on Carlos’s chest.
He groans, hips stuttering. “Dio, sei—”
What? What am I?
“Sei un demone. Sei— tentazione. Mi rovini…”
“¿Sí? Tú también—”, he exhales between Jannik’s lips. “Tú también me arruinas.”
Jannik tugs on the chain around his neck to bring him closer and kisses his lips hard. Carlos groans into his mouth, feeling the metal dig into his nape.
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- Part 3 of (to become) one of the greats
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06 Jun 2026
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Sono tornata due giorni fa dal roland garros e voglio MORIREEEEEEEE mi mancano follemente i want to die
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There are threads that cannot be seen, yet they hold together footsteps, choices, and breaths.
They have neither beginning nor end; they move through the years like hidden veins, like silent currents beneath the calm surface of a sea. Sometimes it takes time to notice them; other times, a single glance, a fleeting encounter, or a detail that leaves a sweet, indelible mark in memory is enough. In either case, those threads have the extraordinary power to bind two souls that, no matter how far they may try to drift apart, will always find their way back to each other.
So it was for them.
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Jannik turns to face him. “I should have. I should’ve been there for you.”
Carlos’s gaze softens. “You were, though. You were there for me for years, even if you didn’t realize. I always felt your support. Always”, he insists. He doesn’t speak for a moment, letting silence brew between them as he watches the bustling city below. Wind ripples through his hair. “Do you know I used to seek you out whenever I was upset?”
In the distance, Jannik hears sirens.
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04 May 2026
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Years later, Jannik often thought back to the day when he first met Carlos Alcaraz, because perhaps the most interesting thing about it all was that their first meeting wasn't so earth-shattering. Jannik didn't feel like the ground had been pulled out from under his feet, and there weren't even butterflies in his belly. He simply turned around and found the young boy in the corner of the burning red clay court, who he had no idea at the time would change his whole life.
He was a lanky, short boy, with dark brown curls falling from his forehead, clutching in his hand a racket that might have been too heavy for him at the time. He flicked his eyes back and forth, as if he didn't believe where he was at first. For a moment, their eyes met. Carlos smiled broadly and waved boldly at him, as if they were ancient friends, not two strangers whose only thing in common was a racket in their hands. Jannik may or may not have waved at him, but he remembered that he immediately looked down at his shoes, red with clay and did not dare to look at the boy again.
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02 May 2026
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The moment the ball hits the court, fitting perfectly inside the lines, Jannik freezes.
He sees him fall to the ground on the other side of the net. He buries his face in his hands, smiling blindingly. When he gets up, there is clay all over his kit, clinging to his back and legs.
There’s clay all over Jannik’s hands too. He feels sick when he glances at his palms. Disbelief mixes with resentment in his stomach and Jannik thinks he’s going to throw up.
Yet, he somehow drags himself to Alcaraz, congratulating him robotically. He can’t stand to look at him, the triumph on his face making Jannik feel angry. Furious, even. He grips Alcaraz’s hand tighter than he probably should, his knuckles whitening. The other man doesn’t wince, though. He only smirks at Jannik, victorious. “Great match”, Alcaraz says to him perfectly politely. But there is a malicious glint in his eyes, Jannik swears he sees it.
Series
- Part 1 of (to become) one of the greats