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give all you've got under the moonlight (it's yours for the taking) by pale_september
Fandoms: Tennis RPF
10 Apr 2026
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Carlos was a king.
Jannik never wanted to kneel.
or: Jannik Sinner's reflections on rivalry during a sleepless night in Monaco
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It's Jannik, unfortunately for Alex, who stands on the other side of the net for the thirteenth time---or for the first, again. It all bleeds together after a while, the losses, and the hopelessness they fill him with after the fact. Alex thinks it must be hatred that has since made a home deep inside his chest, coiled tight enough to crush his lungs.
But it's Jannik, and he smiles (subtle, almost imperceptible), and Alex wonders if perhaps this is some sort of divine punishment.
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or, alternatively: a study on losing.
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23 May 2026
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de sinnaur and parachute ok wow im Locked in
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There’s a body. Interesting one. Washed up ashore, no identification; bruises, gashes, missing a shoe from the sea. Need to find out 1) who he is, and 2) to whom he needs to be sent to for funerary arrangements.
Come and do the legwork. You’ve yet to visit England still and you have three months of mandated leave and an empty flat and an even more drab uni, so don’t pretend as if you have better to do. —JJannik had folded the letter, put it on his kitchen table, made coffee, come back, read it again, and booked his tickets.
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Sir Jannik Sinner is charged with protecting Don Carlos Alcaraz Garfia, the Crown Prince of Murcia, heir to the Spanish throne. He has done so dutifully for seven years, with the disciplined restraint of four generations of Sinners before him. Then the prince proposes a duel -- and Jannik, pinned to the sand beneath him, discovers exactly what he has been holding back.
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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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And here we are at Court Philippe Chatrier, the heart of Roland Garros, where the two top players in the world, Carlos Alcaraz and Jannik Sinner, are about to face off for the title.
Carlos Alcaraz, the defending champion, is aiming to reclaim the trophy. His challenger: Jannik Sinner, the world number one, chasing his first Roland Garros championship.
It’s passion versus precision, strength versus strategy, fire versus ice. To put it quite simply, the perfect rivalry.
Ladies and gentlemen, the French Tennis Federation and France Télévisions proudly present: the 1980 Roland Garros Gentlemen’s Final.
Or: The Sincaraz rivalry, if it had unfolded on the 70s/80s tennis circuit - recounted years later by Carlos himself.