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Carlos Alcaraz is dazzling, talented, radiant, adored by the world and everyone wants a piece of him.
Jannik Sinner has to figure out how to deal with it.
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08 Apr 2026
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Jannik Sinner is about to get married.
Carlos Alcaraz offers his congratulations.
And in the quiet space of a single conversation, the past rises again.
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Loyalty bleeds inside of him, big and bright and important. He needs a collar, or a leash, anything that had Jannik’s name on it, to show that Carlos belonged to him, that they were intertwined with one another and no one, not even Germán, could stake their claim on Carlos, because Jannik had gotten there first, name wrapped tight around Carlos’ neck.
or: Carlos wants Jannik, but he can’t have him. So he gets the next best thing, from someone who actually wants him, and pretends like it’s enough.
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I don't wanna be the owner of your fantasy (I just wanna be a part of your family) by drqco
Fandoms: Tennis RPF
09 Jan 2026
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He wonders how Laila fits with his family—probably very well. Carlos doesn’t know how he’d be around them; too awkward, too loud, too different. He thinks Jannik would be embarrassed. But it would be if he said he hadn’t thought about it; being with Jannik in that way, being with his family like that. The two of them are inching to the end of what they had—both of them could feel it. Carlos could just imagine, but it could never become a reality—or maybe it could.
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Jannik’s not sure how they ended up here. Five minutes ago, he’d been coming back from the awkward post-victory photoshoot in the Center Court lounge, stopping by the deserted cafeteria for a coffee and to massage his aching quads. He hadn’t expected anyone else to join him except maybe Darren and Simone, though they’d said their goodbyes already. If anyone, it certainly would not have been Ben Shelton, who by all logic should have skipped town after Jannik avenged his Shanghai loss.
But here they are. And what’s he supposed to say—no?
Schlutzkrapfen, sambuca, and the seventeen hours between Vienna and Paris.