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Roy Kent is having an absolutely miserable start to his summer. For one thing, he's lying in a hospital bed, having just been told that his knee is done for and his career is over and his life is essentially fucked.
Far worse than that, he keeps getting text messages from Jamie fucking Tartt.
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06 Feb 2026
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He’d practically forgotten he’d seen the segment, even…until now; now, lying in a fucking hospital cot, as their beaming faces loop through his mind on endless repeat, going around and around clear as day like they’d never really left him behind at all. Twenty-eight minutes, carefree and glorious. Then the crash. If only they had known.
(If only he had known then he would have…he would have what?)
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“They’ll call you a trophy hunter,” says Roy. His face is unmoving, shoulders thrown back and feet separated like he’s ready for a fight.
Jamie’s ready for a fight. “They called you a coward.”
[richmond, madrid, and grieving as you grow]
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- Part 1 of the dream machine
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08 Feb 2026
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Sometimes the grief he carries for who he was at Richmond is so big that when Jamie walks to the markets to pick out fancy cheeses it’s like he’s sorting out the details for his own funeral.
It was the right choice. He’s happy now. It doesn’t hurt anymore.
Sometimes he wishes it still did.
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At some point in between learning to ride a bike in Amsterdam and looking up which fibers were safe to tie around dicks, there had been a moment where Roy looked at Jamie and thought, I’m going to make him the best football’s ever seen. He’d known, then and there, what was coming for Jamie: the paparazzi on his tail, the fans at his feet, the clubs eager to swoop in like vultures and steal him away to take him to greater heights.
He’d been ignoring it, though. Even as Richmond’s manager, he’d scowled until Higgins took the dull paperwork and cutthroat transfer negotiations out of his hands, and he’d forgotten, somehow, that Jamie was never meant to stay at Richmond. Never really been Roy’s to keep.
Now reality was staring him straight in the face, and so were Jamie’s big eyes.
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09 Feb 2026
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Quietly — hopefully— he let his mind wander to moving companies. Press releases. Joint bank accounts.
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He always was a one-club man. That, or the universe aligned to make it easy for him. Maybe he never chose to be a one-club man because he never had any real reason to leave, but he’d never walked away.
In the end, that’s what makes them different.
[companion piece to anything to win for the side that stays. can be read as a stand-alone]
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- Part 2 of the dream machine
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18 Feb 2026
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But it’s the dream all over again, electric and alive. A screamer in Guadalupe. A near miss in New Jersey.
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“It’s been a while,” she tells him casually. “You’ve certainly-- grown up.”
Jamie touches his chin gingerly. “Please don’t tell me you can see wrinkles on my face.”
[Post-canon, Richmond tries to find its footing in Ted's absence. Jamie is lost more than most, but that isn't unfamiliar; it's his teammates that are the real surprise. His teammates, and Keeley, and Roy.]
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17 Feb 2026