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1. Perennial (Ryegrass) by syllic for alasse

   Fandoms: Wimbledon (Movie 2004)  

   • Explicit
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   23 Dec 2025

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   • Peter Colt/Dieter Prohl
   • Peter Colt & Lizzie Bradbury
   • Peter Colt
   • Dieter Prohl
   • Lizzie Bradbury
   • Billi Clementi (Wimbledon 2004)
   • Sophia Eri (Wimbledon 2004)
   • Lizzie Bradbury’s and Peter Colt’s Children (Wimbledon 2004); Fictionalized John McEnroe (Wimbledon 2004)
   • Man in the Leather Shorts (Wimbledon 2004)
   • The Ballboy (Wimbledon 2004)
   • Domesticity
   • friends to co-parents
   • Idiots Realising They Are In Fact Already Married
   • Disquisitions on Tennis
   • Bisexual Disaster Peter Colt
   • If You Really Like John McEnroe You May Wish to Take the Next Exit (Just Kidding–Mostly Gentle Ribbing)
   • There Was Only One Bed (It’s a Classic Don’t @ Me)
   • Any Person Depicted Here Is A Wimbledon (2004) Fantasy So Please Disregard Any Similarities to Real-Life Individuals
   • Peter Colt’s Self-Esteem Makes Him a Poor Observer of Reality: Change My Mind
   • Love in the Time of Mobile Phone Calls
   • AO3 Tag Wranglers You Are God’s Own Gift to Humanity (And I Am Sorry)
   • Yuletide Treat

   Summary

   “Wait,” Lizzie said, pulling them to a stop and fluttering her hands between them like she couldn’t believe what she was hearing and wanted to wave it away. “Wait, wait, wait, wait. I’m sorry; let me get this straight. Are you telling me you haven’t been fucking Dieter? Not in all this time? You’ve never taken him on a date? Dieter, who lives in your house? Dieter, in whose pocket you practically lived for a decade and a half, and whose eagerness to move back in was surpassed only by your desire to have him there, even though the two of you blamed the fucking trains, of all things? Dieter who is raising our children? Peter. Peter. Is that really what you’re telling me right now?”

   Or: “Ten years on, Peter Colt—who is clueless—returns to Wimbledon and gets physically and emotionally WRECKED.”

   (No real knowledge of canon is necessary.)

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