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Cherry || Jannik Sinner
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Complete, First published Aug 12
Chiara Ritter, ranked No. 128 in the world, wasn't supposed to make it past qualifying at Wimbledon. Three years ago, she'd crashed out of the rankings entirely, written off by the press as a "pretty face who partied too much." Now, against all odds, she's back - diving headfirst into the main draw, beating top players, and tripping over just about everything in her path.

But not everyone is celebrating.
Jannik Sinner has known Chiara since they were fifteen, back when junior tournaments meant long bus rides, cheap hotels, and grudges that still haven't died. They haven't spoken in three years - not since her career nosedived - and neither of them has forgotten exactly why.

Now Wimbledon has forced them into the same orbit again. She's the ultimate underdog. He's the number one. And every glance, every sarcastic comment, every accidental run-in feels like another rally in a match neither of them ever meant to play.


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JannikSinner x fmc
Started: 31.8.25
Finished: 16.10.25
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