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    akotsk pre-canon hammeranvil era mob au :) ft. baelor and maekar being BAMFs.

    all titles from "don't miss" by the blue stones

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    let's raise our cups to the soul of chivalry, hand of the king and protector of the realm, the man with a giant veiny host of dornish spearmen—prince baelor "breakspear" targaryen! 🍻

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    canon-compliant inarizaki series mostly centred on rice boyfriends osamu/kita, but also featuring some atsumu/suna and aran/asahi.

    series title and all fic titles are from "water the flowers, pray for a garden" by valley :)

    💧🙏🌾🍚🌻

    (fics are placed in recommended reading order.)

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    mihawk challenges rayleigh to a duel and ends up adopted by him. :')

    series title from "dear theodosia" from hamilton the musical. pride is not the word he's looking for! 😭💖

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    “Red?” Oracle asks, immediately on alert. “Everything okay? Do you need backup?”

    He coughs and then clears his throat, forcing his eyes away from the folder and towards the whiteboard on the wall opposite the desk.

    “No,” he says, “no, I’m good. Just, uh.”

    His exhausted brain fails him—or does it? He can’t come up with a good excuse for his sudden inability to breathe, but at least he didn’t just blurt out this mugshot is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

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    19 May 2022

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    Everything happening now is something like a dream; he’s a premier league player, he just got back from getting capped for England, he’s getting private coaching sessions with Roy Kent, they’re playing the sort of football Jamie imagined as a kid—the sort that gets them wins every week with Jamie as an essential player and sure, he’s in the midfield now racking up assists rather than goals but he’s fucking good at it.

    "Fuck," Jamie says to himself. "I wish little Jamie could see it all now, see how fucking good it gets."

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    or, Jamie gets his wish granted.

    Now he has a fifteen year old version of himself asleep on his sofa.

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    06 Oct 2026

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    Ted is looking at younger Jamie with an excited spark in his eyes. "Jamie! You never mentioned you had a brother!"

    "Um, no, actually this is me," Jamie says and gestures at his younger self; he gives a nervous little wave at them. "Me from 2012."

    "2013," younger Jamie corrects him. "It's January now."

    Ted lets out a small, disbelieving laugh but Beard sits up straighter, body going tense. He looks at the two Jamies with a piercing stare, eyes assessing with a blazing intensity. From the doorway into Roy's office, previously unseen by Jamie, Trent makes a small noise and takes a step closer.

    Jamie tucks his hands into the pocket of his own hoodie, seeing from the corner of his eye as the younger Jamie does the same.

    "Shit," Trent says. His eyebrows are furrowed and his mouth pressed together in a firm line.

    "Shit," Beard agrees with a nod.

    "Wait," Ted says. "Why are we acting like this is a real thing? Is this something I don't know about? Does this sort of this actually happen here?" He lets out a little gasp. "Was Doctor Who actually a documentary?"

    "I assure you, Doctor Who is entirely fictional. But I mean…" Trent's notebook is closed in his hands and he uses it to gesture at them. "Look at them."

    "Jamie," Ted says and both of them look to him. "Oh, that was something."

    "Why are you American?" Younger Jamie asks. He looks to Jamie. "You didn't say he was American."

    "I didn't think I had to," Jamie replies with a shrug.

    "You didn't think to mention my gaffer is Yankee Doodle?"

    "Oh, I'm really starting to see it," Ted says and leans back in his chair. He bites his lip. "Well, shoot. This is a pickle I haven't seen before, it's like we've opened a brand new jar."

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    After the locker room disaster in Manchester, Roy drives Jamie home. The chaos they find when they arrive at the house swiftly proves it is not a safe place to spend the night, forcing a change of plans and a reroute to Roy’s own home.

    The following day Jamie experiences, in this order:

    The most bewildering breakfast of his life, a penalty kick clinic with a seven-year-old, and an overwhelming display from his teammates that brings him face to face with the fact that not only has he been accepted back in Richmond it’s also possible he might be, in a way he can’t remotely process or understand, loved here.

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    05 Oct 2026

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    If anything was a true North Star in Miya Osamu's life, it was fightin' with his brother.

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    05 Oct 2026

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    "Why are you calling?"

    "Do I need a reason ta call my best friend?"

    "Uh, yeah, actually." Rin's starting to sound a tiny bit more like himself, or at least he's trying. "Otherwise we're just gonna sit here making bad jokes until the elephant has to take a shit."

    "Look, all due respect to the elephant, but I think he's got enough people starin' at him these days. Y'know what I mean?"

    Rin's quiet for another long minute, and Osamu keeps steadily chopping vegetables, working on his julienne cuts.

    "…The elephant's kind of the only thing in my life right now," he admits. "And you're right, I'm sick to fucking death of it."

    "Cool, we can just let him chill then." Chop, chop. "So, my boss likes ta stream foreign food shows, so now I'm hooked on fucking Kitchen Nightmares…"

    "Sounds juicy," Rin hums. Not quite normal, but not forced, either. Good, good.

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    “14.” Jamie’s voice was too loud, too sharp in this safe space that on any other day felt like home. But his fingers were clenching and unclenching, and his shoulders were coiled tight, and there was a rushing in his ears.

    The vitriol pooled like acid on his tongue and Jamie couldn’t help but spew it out before it began to eat him away.

    “I were 14.”

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    From a Tumblr prompt: The team somehow find out about what Jamie’s dad did in Amsterdam and are horrified/furious.

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    04 Oct 2026

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    The quiet settled again and Jamie fiddled with with a loose thread inside his pocket, watching the silent back and forth begin to play out among his teammates in a language of eyebrows and head tilts.

    If he knew these men - and he flattered himself that he did - then they had carefully divvied up who was best to broach each subject. It was probably another reason the others had been banished. (Jamie wasn’t sure how he’d handle Richard being 100% down for murder right now.)

    No, instead, it was playing out like a strategy on the pitch. Isaac was backing them all up, ensuring they made the distance to goal. Colin was there to plug the gaps in their defence, keeping possession on side when someone lost the ball. Dani was on hand for the assist, ready to pass or distract as needed.

    And, unfortunately, that left just one of them to strike.

    Jamie found Sam’s face again, smiled thinly, and braced for the impact of what he knew was coming.

    “I have to ask.” Sure enough. “It. What you said, about your father…”

    “Yeah, it were true.” Jamie licked his lips, mouth dry but voice steady. “He took me to Amsterdam when I were 14.”

    Silence descended again as everyone wrestled with that. Then: “I’ll be honest, I was really hoping you were going to say something else.”

    Colin Fucking Hughes.

    “Bruv.” Isaac sounded so put-out it was almost funny. Sam and Dani were staring at the Welshman, appalled.

    “For fuck’s sake.” Roy groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose.

    Jamie didn’t know why they’d expected anything else.

    *

    Dani, of course, was the first willing to cut the tension. “So, you like boys /and/ girls? Ey, amigo, what choices you have! I am truly envious.”

    Jamie snorted. “Mate, you’re dating two fucking swimwear models.”

    “But to think! I could have a speedo model as well.”

    That broke everyone. Even Roy buried his face in his hands to hide the stupid grin on his face. And fuck laughing felt good.