📝 Fic: Dig Deep, Little Bloke by shnuffleluv (ao3)
50k words | BDSM AU, age play, daddy kink, daddy!jamie, little!roy
🎨 Art: Dig Deep, Little Bloke- A companion coloring book by garlic_salt_is_superior (ao3)
5 illustrations | coloring book ft. quotes from the fic
Thursday, August 29: Team #9
📝 Fic: The One with All the Kissing by JessJesstheBest (ao3)
10k words | AFC Richmond Players, kissing the homies, established relationship, secret relationship, coming out
🎨 Art: ROYJAMIE | kiss me more by MicheleYourBelle (youtube)
1m video | edit ft. 'kiss me more' by doja cat
Saturday, August 31: Team #8
📝 Fic: A Short Song (But a Hell of a Story) by crimmtrent (ao3)
10k words | Australian Football AU, sports rivalries, enemies to lovers, internalized homophobia, coming out
🎨 Art: a short song (but a hell of a story) [VIDEO EDIT] by moonlight_litany (ao3)
<1m video | edit ft. quotes from the fic
Sunday, September 1: Team #10
📝 Fic: One He Could Follow by FatRainbowCat (ao3)
47k words | fantasy AU, kings & knights & dragons & magic, sex magic, blood and violence
🎨 Art: companion set for one he could follow by jopzer (tumblr)
2 illustrations | king!jamie and end scene, also embedded in fic
“So you thought you kissed your way into that situation, might as well kiss your way out of it?”
“Basically!” Jamie cried. “‘S like that old American sitcom, innit?”*
Or the one where Jamie can't stop kissing Roy in front of other people.
Written for the @rjbigbang! 10.1k [Ao3]
Video by MicheleYourBelle under the cut
The way it started was so fucking stupid that Roy could not be surprised at any of the stupid things that followed.
He was sitting at his desk - the one that had formerly been Ted’s - and Jamie was sitting on the corner, chatting with Nate about Mother’s Day plans. It was still early, Jamie having taken a ride to training with Roy, so it was still mostly just the coaches waiting for the rest of the team to fill out the dressing room.
“It’s always shitty being so far from mummy on mummy’s day,” Jamie said, sadly, his feet gently kicking back against Roy’s desk. “But she always likes the flowers I send her. And Simon lets me pick what he makes her for breakfast, so it’s like I’m there.”
“That’s thoughtful, Jamie,” Nate smiled, his own feet kicking back against the bookshelves he always perched on. “My mum never lets anyone cook for her, not even on mother’s day. But I do get her flowers. My niece and I might make her another special box as well.”
“You’re dead good at those,” Jamie told him. “But what does she need all these boxes for?”
“Oh, nothing. They all end up collecting dust in the attic. But we like making ‘em and she likes getting ‘em, so there’s really no harm.”
“Unless you consider ecological harm,” Trent said, sliding into his place against the doorframe, his mug softly steaming. “I imagine this crafting generates considerable waste.”
“Come on, Trent, you can’t quantify the quality of making art by equating it to the trash it makes,” Beard argued. “I’d rather Nate and baby niece Nate make a ton of garbage doing crafts than the waste major corporations generate doing capitalism.”
“And you could always recycle,” Jamie said. “Use old magazines or summat. That’s what I used to do.”
“Were you crafty, Jamie?” Trent smiled. “Make little posters of your favourite footballers?”
Jamie stiffened, his eyes head making an aborted jerk like he was fighting not to look at Roy. “No.”
Roy smirked.
“All right,” Roy started, leaning forward in his chair and shoving at Jamie’s back. “That’s enough, Tartt, go put on your kit.”
“Okay so maybe I did!” Jamie said, hopping off the desk and turning to face Roy. “Doesn’t mean they were for you. There are other footballers.”
“Not according to Simon,” Roy grinned, his head tilting back to look up at Jamie as Jamie stepped toward him. “I can call him and get the real story if you like.”
Jamie scoffed, folding his hands into the bottom of his jumper. “Simon doesn’t know everything .” He frowned, leaning forward. “But you better not call mummy.”
Roy rolled his eyes, his face going just a bit too fond for company. “Go change, Tartt.”
“Ay ay, Coach,” Jamie said before leaning in to kiss him goodbye.
Roy and Jamie had kissed before. They kissed all the time: had been since they first kissed after that disastrous fight over Keeley that got both of them kicked out of her home and good graces. They’d worked out their aggression, their mutual attraction and, soon enough, their quads while they were fucking it out back at Roy’s place.
Roy’d had a special clause put in his manager contract that he wouldn’t have to break up with Jamie and Jamie would be totally protected as a player if they did break up. He’d worked it out with Rebecca, with Higgins, and with Sharon during his many therapist appointments about it.
But no one else knew. They’d never done this in front of anyone else.
They both froze.
Jamie pulled away. He and Roy had a half second of eye contact where they had the following silent conversation:
“I fucked up.”
“You fucked up.”
“I can fix it!”
“How the fuck are you gonna fix it?”
“Shut up, I’ve got this.”
Jamie stood up, his back rail straight, and took a deep breath. Roy watched him as he put the ‘Jamie Tartt’ affectation back on, smirk fixed, as he turned back to the rest of the room, everyone still struck speechless.
“Coach!” Jamie said, again, stepping towards Nate. Nate sat there, stunned, as Jamie took his face in his hands and kissed him full on the mouth.
Now it was Roy’s turn to be speechless.
“Big man Trent Crimm!” Jamie said, turning to Trent, and planting a fat one on the writer’s mouth. Tren’t mouth was still puckered when Jamie pulled back.
Jamie turned and pointed at Beard. “And I wouldn’t forget you, Coach!”
Beard tilted his face up to accept the kiss, seeming more prepared for it than the other two had.
Jamie pulled away with a loud “Muah!” and grinned around to the assembled coaches, slightly manic. “See you on the pitch!” And he turned and fled the office.
They all watched him go for a few beats before the other three all turned their gazes to Roy, demanding explanation.
Roy did his best to pull out a Roy Kent worthy performance. “What the fuck was that!?”
Trent hummed, touching his mouth, consideringly. “Not half bad is what that was.”
Roy swallowed a growl. He couldn’t be obviously jealous and it’s not like Trent was wrong. Jamie was a famously excellent kisser.
“I'm more surprised you let it happen,” Nate said, still staring at Roy. “You didn’t even headbutt him.”
Roy grunted, crossing his arms. “It’s in my contract I’m not allowed to nut players anymore.”
“Still, you think you’d do it on instinct,” Beard said, eyebrow raised. “You didn’t even shove him.”
“I panicked! Froze up or some shit.” Roy said, desperate to get the attention off of him. “None of you did it either.”
Nate shrugged his mouth. “Well I never dreamed he’d kiss me .” he said. “He used to shove sweaty pants at my face.”
“I figured he was trying something.” Beard said, dismissively. “Thought we’d see where it goes.”
They all looked at Trent who held up his rainbow mug in tribute. “Who am I to deny a kiss from a beautiful man?”
Roy very heroically did not possessively bare his teeth.
“Well I’ll tell him to cut that out,” he grunted. “Can’t have players just go around kissing people. We’ll have a whole sexual harassment crisis.”
“That’s only if people don’t want Jamie to kiss them,” Beard said, fairly.
Roy couldn’t quite bite back his growl at that. Beard put up his hands.
“I think it’s nice that we’ve created a culture where our players can be so comfortable with us,” Nate noted, pleased. “Remember when they were throwing me in bins?”
“Those can’t be the only two options,” Trent said. “Kissing or bins?”
“You’re right, we need a third option,” Beard said, leaning back in his chair. “Kiss, bin, go drinking with.”
“The three genders,” Trent confirmed with a smirk. “Of those three options, I’m happy to kiss Jamie. Couldn’t lift him to put him in a bin and I worry how we’d fair in conversation.”
Nate and Beard hummed in agreement and now Roy wanted to defend Jamie’s conversation skills of all things.
He wouldn’t because that would be fucking suspicious but he wanted to. How pathetic.
“I’ll bin the twat,” Roy said instead. “Someone should.”
“He’d probably bin himself if you asked him to,” Beard noted, smirking.
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