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They were in the shower, Jude guided under the spray by a pair of heavy, rough hands, no threat within them. Jude liked that Erling was so large with no urge ever to harm him. He was a wall Jude could put his whole back against. He was a man rarely quick to anger, but when anger finally reached him, he was beautiful there too - sharpened by it, bright-edged, bared teeth.
And besides, any harm to befall Jude would be self-harm. His love for Erling was a cult, a sword he was cursed to draw out of his own back.
But you loved someone, so you never spoke about it.
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snowed in after a tournament, grounded by a blizzard that's swallowed their flight home, jude and erling are forced to call a spade a spade.
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Jude is aware his reaction wasn’t fair of him - they haven’t agreed to be exclusive, and it’s not Erling’s fault that Jude’s essentially decided to be without consulting him. He didn't technically hear anything he didn’t already know - so Erling sleeps with women, so what. Jude’s known that the whole time and it's never bothered him. He knows telling people is a different calculation for him, just because he doesn't have a choice in it.
What does he want Erling to do, pull Martin aside and tell him that he's not gay and not hiding anything but sometimes he fucks Jude Bellingham when they're in the same city?
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The guy looks like he’s in the process of leaving, too. He also has a goodie bag clutched in his hand so he must have just presented, same as Steve. He’s tall and skinny and his hair is a long frizzy nightmare; he’s wearing beat up white Reeboks and a torn up black shirt and Steve somehow instantly recognizes him. Something heavy seeps into his stomach. It must be dread.
Of course the first alpha Steve encounters after his presentation heat is Eddie Munson. There’s probably some kind of deep irony embedded into the whole situation, but he didn’t really pay attention to that unit of English, and even if he did he’s not sure he’d even be able to put it all into coherent words over the pounding of his head.
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- Part 6 of ⟡ Anon's Omegaverse Works
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‘Blood?’ Eddie says again.
Eyes black but for the slice of iridescent white in the centre. His teeth are sharp, his hands are weapons and Steve thinks maybe he’s made a mistake doing this without telling Eddie first. Eddie’s focus lowers, it moves to his left hand which is…
Oh fuck.
It’s dripping blood onto the floor.
‘Shit,’ Steve says, takes a single step back, swallows. ‘Eddie, I’m so sorry, fuck.’
Eddie can’t seem to look away, can’t bring his ethereal gaze back up where it belongs. Steve thinks he should run, he should flee. A tiny part of him knows Eddie will chase him. Eddie will catch him, outrun him easily.
It's more than a little fucked up how that thrills him.
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- Part 1 of Little Bits
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“Love Claudia,” Robin chimes in. “Her brownies are the best.”
“Uh, not better than mine, though,” someone new says as they enter the room, and Eddie turns to see—
Well.
Probably the most beautiful person he’s ever seen in his life, in all honesty.
The newcomer has flowing brown hair highlighted with streaks of honey blond and tan skin dotted with moles. He’s wearing a yellow sweater in spite of the last dregs of September heat. He’s got these crazy pretty eyes, too. Dark and downturned and deep.
He’s golden. Gorgeous. Everything Eddie loves and wants and needs.
His mouth goes dry.
When interrogated about the general absurdity of the night, Eddie will defend his cringeworthy behavior by saying that he had absolutely no idea the sweet thing everyone very lovingly called Sunny was actually, in fact, Steve Harrington.