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Two days before England face Norway in the World Cup quarter-final, Jude Bellingham is the only one who can't seem to keep it together in training, so when a careless plan to use his own scent against Erling Haaland backfires halfway through the match, it drags an old, unfinished thing between them right back to the surface.
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- Part 1 of After the final whistle
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"The moment Erling steps foot in this building, everything will go to waste. All of my hard work to keep this secret for so long... will just vanish."
England and Norway are staying in the same hotel before the quarterfinals. Jude has spent years hiding what he is, but one chance encounter with his former Borussia Dortmund teammate may be enough to destroy everything.
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England only has one job: stop Erling Haaland.
Jude Bellingham has a harder one: Stay away from him.
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"Haaland could easily see why everyone was in love with Jude.
He used to be in love with Jude himself."
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Jude Bellingham and Erling Haaland have fallen in and out of love. But the fateful quarterfinal match between England and Norway brings them together once more. Will they be able to keep their hands off of each other during the game, or will the world finally see that Jude and Erlings friendship is more than what meets the eye?
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Even with the Florida humidity, Jude doesn’t think that he should be sweating as much as he is.
When he just can’t take it anymore, he excuses himself from the game and tries to refocus himself in the locker room.
It doesn’t take long for Haaland to find him. He’d been feeling a little off, himself.
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I’m Not Scared (There’s Nothing To Run From) by wistfultheseus
Fandoms: Men's Football RPF
16 Jul 2026
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“I’m going into heat.” Jude said, not bothering with any waffling. Mark’s eyebrows crawled up his head, but it was Harry who spoke first.
“But you’re on suppressants.” He paused. “Right?” He had pushed himself up in his bed.
“Of course I am,” Jude snapped. He wasn’t stupid. They had a nutritionist breathing down their neck, and everyone took their suppresants together to make sure everyone actually did. Jude would never, ever, risk his football career by not taking them.
“But then how? And are you sure?” Jude took a deep breath at Harrys questions. God that man was thick sometimes.
“That’s why I bloody came down here isn’t it Harry.” Alright, maybe Jude’s plan of not snapping wasn’t working so well.
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Jude goes into heat, Erling flies in like a knight in shining armor, and people can be right pricks sometimes