Jude realising his feelings for Erling. Their secret love story in dortmund. Spicy parts included🌶️ For all Haalingham fans💛 (all fiction) I'm done writing this story. When I read thru the entire thing I realise how bad my english is🤗 Please ignore that if you're gonna read💕

AU MAFIA In the blood-soaked underworld of the mafia, Erling Haaland is the boss's only son. The heir. The weapon. The one everyone fears, respects, or wants to own. Violent. Possessive. Obsessed with control. When he wants something, he takes it. When someone disappoints him, he breaks them. Jude Bellingham appears out of nowhere. Quiet. Calculated. A little too perfect at surviving in a world that should have already chewed him up and spit him out. Erling notices him. Then he claims him. What starts as ownership quickly turns into something darker. Erling keeps Jude close - too close. In his bed. Under his hands. Under his knife. In a world where love is a weakness and trust is a death sentence, one of them is going to destroy the other. The only question is who will bleed first... and whether either of them will survive it.

From secret kisses in Dortmund to rough, emotionless sex in hotel rooms - Jude and Erling once had everything. Now their love has turned into a toxic game of jealousy, anger, and self-destruction. A raw, explicit, and heartbreaking Jude Bellingham × Erling Haaland fanfic full of angst, passion, and pain.

"We're over." Jude said harshly. The words hung between them. Erling didn't move. For the first time that night, he had absolutely nothing to say. Jude waited. A part of him still hoped Erling would stop him. Would apologize. Would tell him that everything he'd said was a lie. But Erling stood there. Silent. Proud. Hurt. Jude nodded slowly. "Okay. Fuck you."

( Aftermath ) Set back at the very beginning of their encounter, when destruction became the start of everything and the seeds of love began to grow. This is the story of how The Nordic Beast learned to understand the true meaning of love for the first time, alongside the struggles of a dominant omega who was deemed "different" and ostracized, as he slowly clawed his way up to conquer the ladder of the football world. Their story is something neither of them could have ever imagined. Yet, through this very connection, they finally realized that they were born to complete each other from the start-destined solely for one another.

Jude Bellingham, a 17 year old midfielder from Birmingham, England. Erling Haaland, a 19 year old striker from Bryne, Norway. Great friendship, better lovers.

One night changed everything. Jude thought he could leave the past behind and keep the biggest secret of his life hidden. But secrets don't stay buried forever. As an Omega, Jude knows that some bonds cannot be broken-not even by distance, fear, or time. And Levi is living proof of a bond Jude desperately wants to forget. The only problem? His Alpha doesn't even know he has a son. Now, with FIFA 2026 bringing them closer than ever, Jude has to face the person he's been avoiding for years. Erling doesn't know the truth. He doesn't know about Levi. He doesn't know about the bond. And Jude plans to keep it that way. But fate might have other plans. Because how long can you hide the truth from the person you're bonded to? Dont forget to follow me on tiktok - nviax

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If you're homophobic, the arrow is to the left. Love story between 2 best friends! 3 most impressive rankings so far: #7 #bvb #8 #dortmund #1 #erling Initially completed in august 2024 but I'm thinking of bringing it back as I write better now... 👀 and now that I speak proper English instead of overusing google translate lmao. Written with the love of the beautiful game, by FootballSupremacy_ . ♡ 1k reads ✔: January 29th, 2023 2k reads ✔: February 2nd, 2023 5k reads ✔: May 16th, 2023 10k reads ✔: August 18th, 2024 25k reads ✔: idk when lmao but thank you sm (ig during the 2026 world cup) 50k reads ✔: August 31st, 2026 100k reads ❌ 200k reads ❌ 500k reads ❌ 1m reads ❌

"I hate you." He looked at me for a long moment. Then, almost sadly, he smiled. "No." His voice was barely above a whisper. "You don't." Something inside me faltered. "You don't know that." "I think I do." "No, you don't." "I don't think you hate me at all." The sentence landed with terrifying precision. Because I couldn't answer it. Instead, I looked away. Toward the sea, toward the horizon. Anywhere but him. The silence stretched between us. I could hear my own heartbeat. "You don't know anything," I muttered. "I know enough." "You don't." He stepped closer. Not enough to corner me. Just enough that I could hear his breathing over the wind. "I know you haven't looked at me the way you look at people you hate."