N's football fics! :D
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"Don’t." Jude gasped, already scrambling out of the booth. His legs nearly buckled, the world tilting with need. "Headache. Tired. I’m—I’m going. Don’t follow."
He fled before Erling could respond, shouldering through the crowd, hot and dizzy and terrified.
Every step sent a jolt of emptiness through him, his hole clenching around nothing, slick soaking his boxers. The omega inside him was screaming, crying, begging to turn around and crawl into the alpha’s lap. Jude bit his lip until he tasted copper and kept moving.
Erling watched him go, heart pounding a war drum against his ribs. Every instinct he had demanded he chase— the omega was in distress, his omega, entering heat in a dangerous place.
But Jude had said don’t follow.
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- Part 1 of N's football fics! :D
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Erling smiled — although it felt like a grimace—and excused himself to the bathroom, where he locked himself in a stall and pressed his forehead to the cool metal door, breathing hard. The scent patches on his neck felt useless, flimsy barriers against the onslaught of Jude's scent still lingering in his nose. He'd never reacted like this. Not to any omega, not ever. He'd bedded a few, casually, always with the patches firmly in place and his instincts on a tight leash. It had never been a problem.
He'd never wanted like this.
But Jude was a pup. Seventeen years old, fresh-faced and eager. Erling was twenty already, a fully mature alpha at the peak of his physical prime, and the thought of his own instincts—of the things his alpha wanted to do to that bright eyed teenager—made him feel sick with shame.
He changed his patches that afternoon, pressing fresh ones over his glands with more force than necessary.
It didn't help
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- Part 2 of N's football fics! :D
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Ferran Torres had been in love with Pedri for almost a year and still hadn't found a way to say it that didn't sound insane.
They had known each other before Ferran even signed for Barcelona, when Pedri was younger, but even now, he was still softer around the edges, smaller in a way that made Ferran's alpha sit up and take notice every single time they stood close. He had no secondary scent. Officially, he was a beta. Everyone treated him like one. Pedri treated himself like one.
Ferran…did not.
He treated Pedri the way an alpha treated a young omega he hadn't claimed yet, without ever meaning to. He steered him through crowds with a hand at the small of his back. He growled, low and automatic, when other alphas got too familiar in training. He called him pup under his breath when Pedri looked up at him with those big dark eyes, and then pretended he hadn't. Pedri never called him on it. He only went soft and a little pink and let it happen.
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- Part 3 of N's football fics! :D