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Carlos Alcaraz has not been seen since his injury, and Jannik Sinner has just lost the French Open. One hurt reveals another, and leads him to Carlos's front door, unsure what he was looking for. He finds everything.
or, the hurt/comfort fic I needed to write to deal with Carlos's absence. Please trust that this is canon, because it is in my heart.
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18 Jun 2026
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It’s rather a quiet affair. Jannik is so concentrated on alternating between looking at the sky and the screen that Carlos doesn’t even feel awkward for the silence that settles between them. He lays down, puts a hand under his head and stares up at the sky, at the stars, and tries to let the moment seep into his skin, get branded deep in his memory — Jannik’s huffs of breath, the way he clicks his tongue when the thinks, his earthy scent.
Carlos wishes he could touch him.
“What do you usually do in your free time?”
As soon as the sentence leaves Carlos’ mouth, he cringes.
Jannik gives him a strange look. “I look for extraterrestrial life. But you know that.”
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14 Jun 2026
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“I made Rösti,” Jannik says as he prepares their plates. “This is a traditional dish back home, but I figured it might be similar to your tortilla. You know, I still dream about the one your mom cooked us back when I visited you last summer.”
Carlos looks at him for a second, his brows furrowed and a small smile stuck to his lips. It’s hard to know what he’s thinking about. His hands settle around the back of Jannik’s waist and his lips find their way back to his shoulder.
“You know I like you, right?” he mutters, his voice vibrating against Jannik’s skin. “But please, stop comparing everything that has eggs and potatoes in it with tortilla. It’s insulting.”
(jannik kills plants. carlos can’t cook. they love each other anyway.)
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14 Jun 2026
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Sailors will tell you they are loud in their singing, that they crash into you like a wave, all open water and hunger and ruin.
They are wrong.
Prince Carlos should have died the night he heard the song. Instead, he spends a lifetime chasing the red-haired creature who spared him. The Mediterranean remembers, and it always takes back what it lets go.
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