Haallingham
Haallingham fics. Mostly explicit.
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Erling Haaland IS responsible.
Why does everyone keep questioning him on it?
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“I want to help you.”
He reaches upward, pinching the waistband of Jude’s maroon boxers and slowly pulling them down, waiting for the younger man to disapprove, waiting for him to storm out of here and never speak to him again. He finds his own actions becoming uncontrollable, both of their dense scents swirling in the air, and it’s suddenly suffocatingly addictive to bathe in Jude’s pheromones.
Jude goes into heat before a game, and who is Haaland if not a good friend.
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Jude fiddled with his hands as he watched Norway celebrate their win. Well, to be frank, he was just staring at Erling. He was happy for them, for him, he really was. Yet, his heart sat heavy and uneasy with something that he didn't want to name.
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„Come up after the tournament. Stay here for a few days.“
Jude has spent years teaching himself not to look for meaning in late-night messages, birthday calls, and plans that never quite happen.
Then Erling asks him to come to Manchester, and Jude says yes before he can pretend to think about it.In a house Jude knows from video calls but has never entered, with rain against the windows, cold tea on the table, and fajitas waiting in the kitchen, the distance between them finally becomes harder to preserve than to cross.
Their words may have forgotten how to be close, but their bodies still remember.
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18 Jul 2026
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Literally the best piece of literature I've ever read
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He’s in the semi-finals—he got them there—and Erling’s right here, and fuck, does he love winning.
Or, after England play Norway, Jude goes to Erling’s hotel.