Fics like all the years that gone by

//The dressing room was buzzing with the cheerful chatter of an easy 5-2 win. People ran over to bum Haaland’s fist, rub his shoulder, pat his head, marvelling at the 4 goals, their boy of the hour. Jude was waiting for his turn to sign the matchball when Haaland walked over to pull him into a towering hug. He swung his arm around his neck and ruffled his hair. That was when he felt it – The Imprinting. —the full body tremor and gravity of just knowing...The sweat and adrenaline after a full match must have made the scent blocking patches less effective and this close, he can smell Erling Haaland just enough to know—- “Beautiful pass, Der Belling,” Jude was barely registering what Erling was saying... He breathed through his mouth, trying to filter out his scent, “you should call me Jude.” Erling did not question him...He merely barked a delighted laugh, the same one he always barked in practice, now directed at him. Jude grinned at the wonderful feeling of my alpha is happy with me and turned his head to look at Erling. “Well, Jude,” Erling said, “next time you come to celebrate when there is a good pass.” He punched his shoulder, oblivious to the explosion happening in Jude’s mind.//

Fics like all the years that gone by

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