Face_of_Poe
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Sometimes it feels like the universe gave him Jamie. A mirror into his younger idiot self. A chance to learn some hard lessons and be a better person, usually, for them, a chance to pass on some hard-won wisdom and set Jamie up, hopefully, for avoiding some of Roy’s old mistakes.
A budding generational talent to prop up Roy’s first season as manager, the glue that binds the team together, and he’s spoiled for it and taking still more because Christ, how is he supposed to turn away what Jamie’s so eager to offer?
He’s a brute, the worst sort of sleaze in professional sports, but it’s just so fucking easy.
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It’s familiar, parking himself a few seats down from a grumpy Roy and staring out over an empty pitch while he waits him out. It’s just different enough to make him cautious, this isn’t coach and captain, gaffer and skipper, they’re peers. They’re friends.
And even so, Ted has zero idea – nil idea – what to offer in this moment.
“You ever just feel fucking… stuck?” Roy finally grinds out.
“Oh boy,” Ted chirps, and settles deeper into the seat to get comfortable. A wild night in Amsterdam flashes through his mind, but even Beard, he suspects, would deem this particular problem beyond the reaches of Kenneth’s special brew.
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“I want to be better than him,” Jamie sulked at Ola’s, and that –
That was something Roy could reach for, seize on, anchor himself in the turbulent sea of bullshit that had been figuring out just who that fuck even is Roy Kent if he’s not playing the game.
Deep down, he supposed he’d known since Tottenham last season that the answer spun somewhere in the orbit of Jamie fucking Tartt.
“I could train you,” he offered.
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“I am… I suppose surprised… that you’d want to draw attention to, well…”
She glances around but it’s slow, lull between the morning rush and the lunch hour. “Roy and Jamie?” Trent hums and absolutely does not lean in, drawn by the sheer magnetic power of the gossip at last, no sir. “They can control themselves for a couple hours,” she promises with a staggering confidence, considering how relentless they are online.
“I have to say, I was… not expecting that relationship to,” he searches for the diplomatic word, because he knows Keeley is still friends with them both and implode sounds rather harsh, “develop in quite the fashion it did, and so quickly.”
But she just settles in, finishes her latte, unfussed. “Looking back I guess I’m not all that surprised.”
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The day Phoebe was born, Roy was in Brazil suffering an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions before they ever actually managed to get them off the ground.
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The day England suffered an unremarkable draw of an end to England’s 2014 World Cup ambitions, a rising star in Manchester turned seventeen years old and signed the pro contract City had waiting for him.
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Plates Spinning and Knives on the Floor by Face_of_Poe
Fandom Andor (TV), Rogue One: A Star Wars Story (2016), Star Wars - All Media Types
21 Apr 2025
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Tendency to Veer from Standard Combat Protocol by Face_of_Poe
Fandom Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)
10 Apr 2025
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Atmospheric Interference by Face_of_Poe
Fandom Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon), Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types
25 Mar 2025
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I couldn't figure out how to describe this beyond the tags but Indigofirebird provided the perfect summary upon finishing the final chapter:
What a devastating, fucked up love story.
(With an offer like that, etc etc)
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Sanctuary of Sorts by Face_of_Poe
Fandom Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars: The Bad Batch (Cartoon)
15 Mar 2025
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"Roy?" Beard bends at the waist, leaning forward as far as he can and twisting around to peer at Roy's face instead of just taking a step like a normal person. "Next match you're going to hack off all their left feet with a rusty bread knife and feed them to... whom?"
"Fuck," Roy says, still shooting daggers in Jamie's direction. Jamie glances around the room, hoping for a clue, but the rest of the team look just as confused as he is.
Beard stays bent up all weird, because he's that sort of nutter. "What's up?"
Roy shakes his head, scowling. "Nothing. Just realised I'm in fucking love with Tartt. Christ, I am not in the fucking mood for this shit."
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29 Jun 2026
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Roy folds his arms, glaring. "All right, what the fuck is going on here? Why have you suddenly decided to fancy me?"
"I haven't suddenly decided, I've always fancied you. Just didn't know until today that you'd be up for it."
Roy reminds himself sternly that he cannot murder their star striker the day before a match. "Just because I'm interested in blokes doesn't mean I'm interested in you."
Jamie looks confused. "It doesn't? But..." He gestures at his face as if it's incontrovertible evidence, then down his body like a closing argument.
Roy cannot murder him. The media would be intolerable.
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09 May 2026
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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 Mar 2026
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“Coach,” greeted Jamie fucking Tartt, bobbing his head. “Eh, was wondering-”
“No,” interrupted Roy. “Come on, fucking- let’s go.”
And that was another fucking thing about getting old.
The fucking young people around you stayed so fucking young, with their good knees and their taut, lithe bodies and their fucking flawless faces.
And their big fucking eyes, all hurt when you fucking told them no.
It was the fucking worst, being fucking old and looking at the young.
Not that he looked at anyone else the way he looked at Jamie Tartt.
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14 Mar 2026
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Rebecca lifts one perfect eyebrow. "Those aren't exactly the objections I was anticipating. You don't want to deny it?"
"That I've gone and bagged Roy Kent?" Jamie stares at her like she's mad. "I want that on the first line of me Wikipedia page."
"I don't fucking care if they think we're fucking married with fucking kids and a fucking shih tzu as long as you tell them it's fucking consensual," Roy grumbles. "Taking advantage, Jesus shitfucking Christ."
"Well." Rebecca sits down at her desk. "I really should set up a meeting with the PR team to talk some sense into you, but frankly I find this far too entertaining to stand in your way. They're waiting in the press room, go on down and tell them whatever you like." She picks up her phone. "Higgins? Bring me popcorn immediately."
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07 Mar 2026