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"Erling," Jude started slowly, face unreadable. "Care to tell me why Solbakken is calling my phone?"
Erling froze when Jude tilted his screen to the side to show 497 missed calls from various teammates, friends, family members, and staff.
One text stood out in particular: what the fuck were you thinking?
A photo is accidentally posted on Erling's Snapchat story. Things go downhill from there.
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- Part 3 of wretched, divine
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31 Aug 2026
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The scent is unlike anything else he's ever experienced. It's rich, warm—the scent of bitter, earthy cocoa mixed with sweet vanilla fills his nostrils, with the barest hints of soft balsamic, woody undernotes—making for a heavenly amalgam of aromaticity.
It smells like omega.
But their team only consists of alphas and betas.
Erling's alpha instincts keep insisting Jude is an omega. Shenanigans ensue.
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- Part 4 of wretched, divine
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30 Aug 2026
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“No, who do you think you’re talking to?” Haaland growled. The sound reverberated in the air, making a shiver run down Jude’s spine, but not out of fear. Later, all alone in his bedroom, he would have enough time to think about his reaction. For now, all he could do was watch the scene in front of him with unblinking eyes, entranced. “This isn’t an ordinary person, and you’re not at a pub chatting with your mates and spitting prejudiced bullshit. This is your Crown Prince, His Highness, and you will not offend him in my presence. Do you understand?”
Or; As a Crown Prince and omega, Jude Bellingham was more than used to getting whatever he wanted, wherever he wanted it - until he met Erling Haaland, his newly assigned bodyguard, the alpha of his dreams, and the one he seemingly couldn’t have.
Bookmarked by icanhearseirens
30 Aug 2026
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“You don’t trust me?”
Jude moves a piece of watermelon around the plate with the prongs of his fork. He won’t look at Erling. “Honestly? No, I don’t.”
Erling assesses him carefully as he sits back in his chair. He unfolds his arms across his chest. “Because you think I’m gonna leave you?”
“It’s what always happens, isn’t it?”
“Jude.” He reaches across the table, wraps a big hand around Jude’s wrist to halt his scraping of the good china. “Let me prove myself to you.”
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After years of stilted contact, Jude Bellingham and Erling Håland spend a week together at Erling’s summer house. It just so happens to correspond with their respective mating cycles.
They have a week to make things right.
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- Part 3 of In His Pocket
Bookmarked by icanhearseirens
29 Aug 2026
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It’s not like he’s listening in on purpose, like a fucking creep. It’s not his fault he’s constantly being subjected to all of this, essentially forced to listen to the soundtrack of Jude’s regular hook-ups; they’ve started to leak into his dreams now, too, all of Jude’s moans and whines and sighs haunting him even when he’s fast asleep. He’s lost count of how many times he’s woken up with come-stained boxers and ruined bedsheets because he’d fallen asleep to the sound of Jude being railed next door.
It really doesn’t matter how often Erling gets to hear Jude’s sexcapades; it never gets easier, only harder and harder each and every time (pun fucking intended).
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5 times Erling had to listen to Jude being fucked by someone else, and 1 time he didn’t have to.
Bookmarked by icanhearseirens
29 Aug 2026