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In Childish Plays by hollyfic (PG13)
Fandom: MEN'S PROFESSIONAL TENNIS RPS
Pairing; Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray
Length: ~ 4000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hollyfic
Author Website:hollyfic
Why this must be read: I asked for a little help for fics to rec this month.myscheherazade basically said "any holly fic", which I did not disagree (I did rec These Wars; They Can't Be Won then). I open the old file, saw this rec written but I never posted it! The fic was written in 2009 but I firmly believe, even though both had millions of dollars, Novak would still use Andy in order to get free stuff at a London fair just for kicks. Since Novak and Andy really have known each other since they were eleven years old, fics that give them a deep history work really well and Holly is one of the best at that backstory. This is especially poignant now, knowing both have far exceeded this level in the four years since to become the top two players in the world (they could potentially play for the Wimbledon title a few days!) but still tease each other.
Excerpt:
Coffee's place into his hand, a smile of thanks offered before he smells the coffee, the bitter-sweet taste overwhelming his sense and maybe it's a little sweeter than he likes it but he's not going to complain. Because, free.
Until he tastes it, that is, the overwhelming taste of vanilla rather than coffee and caramel vanilla crap almost comes spraying out of his mouth. He knows there's laughter in Novak's eyes, can feel his mirth even before he meets his eyes and as he takes the (hopefully) correct coffee from the outstretched hand he can't keep it in any longer, a smile breaking out across his face and when Andy raises an eyebrow because really Novak, are you twelve? it all comes spilling out. He's still wary as he takes his first sip, can feel dark eyes watching him, and he hopes that Novak isn't quite mean enough to buy him coffee that he knows he hates.
Apparently hanging out with Safin hasn't completely bastardised him because this one is actually his favourite order, slight surprise that Novak actually remembers because it's been a long time, maybe years, since they did this. Warmth seeps into his body which despite the unseasonably warm day, is on the wrong side of cold, and he wishes he'd thought to bring a jacket.
In Childish Plays
Pairing; Novak Djokovic/Andy Murray
Length: ~ 4000 words
Author on LJ:
hollyficAuthor Website:
hollyficWhy this must be read: I asked for a little help for fics to rec this month.
myscheherazade basically said "any holly fic", which I did not disagree (I did rec These Wars; They Can't Be Won then). I open the old file, saw this rec written but I never posted it! The fic was written in 2009 but I firmly believe, even though both had millions of dollars, Novak would still use Andy in order to get free stuff at a London fair just for kicks. Since Novak and Andy really have known each other since they were eleven years old, fics that give them a deep history work really well and Holly is one of the best at that backstory. This is especially poignant now, knowing both have far exceeded this level in the four years since to become the top two players in the world (they could potentially play for the Wimbledon title a few days!) but still tease each other.Excerpt:
Coffee's place into his hand, a smile of thanks offered before he smells the coffee, the bitter-sweet taste overwhelming his sense and maybe it's a little sweeter than he likes it but he's not going to complain. Because, free.
Until he tastes it, that is, the overwhelming taste of vanilla rather than coffee and caramel vanilla crap almost comes spraying out of his mouth. He knows there's laughter in Novak's eyes, can feel his mirth even before he meets his eyes and as he takes the (hopefully) correct coffee from the outstretched hand he can't keep it in any longer, a smile breaking out across his face and when Andy raises an eyebrow because really Novak, are you twelve? it all comes spilling out. He's still wary as he takes his first sip, can feel dark eyes watching him, and he hopes that Novak isn't quite mean enough to buy him coffee that he knows he hates.
Apparently hanging out with Safin hasn't completely bastardised him because this one is actually his favourite order, slight surprise that Novak actually remembers because it's been a long time, maybe years, since they did this. Warmth seeps into his body which despite the unseasonably warm day, is on the wrong side of cold, and he wishes he'd thought to bring a jacket.
In Childish Plays