my heart is tugging on the string that binds us by ladyrocketdale (PG-13)
Fandom: MEN'S PROFESSIONAL TENNIS RPS
Pairing: Juan Martin del Potro/David Nalbandian
Length: 18,200
Author on LJ: ladyrocketdale
Author website: isabeautifulday
Why this must be read: I had a plan initially as to how the fics should be presented... then realized it'd likely make more sense to present interests that came from this past Wimbledon. Besides the obvious regarding Djokovic/Murray, the other note was "what about Delpo?". The truth is there isn't much written about him - and what there is I cannot rec for various reasons - but there is this one rather recent story, written for RPF Big Bang, that really seemed to hit the right notes. This writer is better known within football fandom, an influence that is felt in this somewhat supernatural story. The fic is about how Juan Martin can read David Nalbandian's mind... which is actually a scary place to be, given this is a once-great player who might be best known now for a meltdown that led to a linesman getting bloodied. I realize Nalby might be enough reason to turn people away from reading but the story works quite well with the imperfections of both of these players.
Excerpt:
"I didn't talk Delpo, I thought about saying it, but decided against it because it didn't seem like the right thing to say to you in the morning," David explained.
"But I heard you."
~I think Eduardo's t-shirt is rather awful.~
"I do, too," Juan Martín agrees, "but what does that have to do with anything?"
David has a tired smile on his face before talking again, "please everyone notice how I am not freaking out," he says, "but I think Juan Martín Del Potro can read my mind."
There's silence, Zabaleta who is now standing behind Juan Martín (since when, he can't be sure) says something about Jaite and walks away from them; with him Juan Martín is sure his chance of a mate goes away, yet he can't bring himself to care right now.
"But I… I just..."
"Wait, wait, why his mind only? Let's try this," Mónaco calls for attention, "what am I thinking right now?"
Juan Martín stares at Mónaco wondering what he is supposed to do now. His brain is racing: how do you try to read someone's mind? It's not like he was trying with David, the things were out there, as if they were hanging in the air waiting for him to listen to.
"So?"
"I don't know."
"What about me?" Schwank says, and Juan Martín turns his stare to him. Nothing.
"Maybe it was just sheer luck, try again with David," Pico suggests.
Juan Martín sighs, this is beyond stupid and he feels like he's talking with a bunch of madmen.
~Can I start calling you Professor X?~
my heart is tugging on the string that binds us
Pairing: Juan Martin del Potro/David Nalbandian
Length: 18,200
Author on LJ: ladyrocketdale
Author website: isabeautifulday
Why this must be read: I had a plan initially as to how the fics should be presented... then realized it'd likely make more sense to present interests that came from this past Wimbledon. Besides the obvious regarding Djokovic/Murray, the other note was "what about Delpo?". The truth is there isn't much written about him - and what there is I cannot rec for various reasons - but there is this one rather recent story, written for RPF Big Bang, that really seemed to hit the right notes. This writer is better known within football fandom, an influence that is felt in this somewhat supernatural story. The fic is about how Juan Martin can read David Nalbandian's mind... which is actually a scary place to be, given this is a once-great player who might be best known now for a meltdown that led to a linesman getting bloodied. I realize Nalby might be enough reason to turn people away from reading but the story works quite well with the imperfections of both of these players.
Excerpt:
"I didn't talk Delpo, I thought about saying it, but decided against it because it didn't seem like the right thing to say to you in the morning," David explained.
"But I heard you."
~I think Eduardo's t-shirt is rather awful.~
"I do, too," Juan Martín agrees, "but what does that have to do with anything?"
David has a tired smile on his face before talking again, "please everyone notice how I am not freaking out," he says, "but I think Juan Martín Del Potro can read my mind."
There's silence, Zabaleta who is now standing behind Juan Martín (since when, he can't be sure) says something about Jaite and walks away from them; with him Juan Martín is sure his chance of a mate goes away, yet he can't bring himself to care right now.
"But I… I just..."
"Wait, wait, why his mind only? Let's try this," Mónaco calls for attention, "what am I thinking right now?"
Juan Martín stares at Mónaco wondering what he is supposed to do now. His brain is racing: how do you try to read someone's mind? It's not like he was trying with David, the things were out there, as if they were hanging in the air waiting for him to listen to.
"So?"
"I don't know."
"What about me?" Schwank says, and Juan Martín turns his stare to him. Nothing.
"Maybe it was just sheer luck, try again with David," Pico suggests.
Juan Martín sighs, this is beyond stupid and he feels like he's talking with a bunch of madmen.
~Can I start calling you Professor X?~
my heart is tugging on the string that binds us