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glitter in the air 🎪✨ 21.6k (one shot) COME JOIN, THE CIRCUS HAS OPENED ITS DOORS! archiveofourown.org/works/59176903

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firstprince. omegaverse. chapter one of two. 🔗archiveofourown.org/works/59209315…

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reminder!

SO MANY JUICY PROMPTS were delivered to my last tweet I am very excited to get going on these drabbles

Alex is haunted by ghosts. No, seriously he has to be. That is the only fucking explanation for the “Thwap, thwap, thwap,” that seems to echo through the walls at any given moment. The first time he heard it, he didn't know what it was. Frankly, he still isn’t quite sure.

He has only been in this apartment for a few weeks and most of that time has been spent ogling the hot guy who lived next door. Said hot guy looks like he just walked out of a magazine spread. Alex isn’t known to bat for the guys…

but he could very clearly hit a home run about *this* guy. He’s so distracted by chiseled features encased in perfectly respectable cable knit sweaters that he seems to have missed the whole “haunted” part of his lease agreement.

Alex is no longer theoretically bi and getting heavily acquainted with the joys of grinding against someone else fully clothed when the dreaded noise starts up again this time louder than ever. “Thwap, thwap, thwap.”

Alex rips himself away from a criminally good kiss to try and figure out what that damn noise is. “Darling,” Alex groans at the pet name but he will not be distracted. Even if said distraction is the most interesting thing to happen to him in years according to Nora.

“No, no wait—“ Alex gets out, pushing away to stand up realizing only after he has clambered off of Henry that his pants are around his ankles. “What’s wrong love?” Henry asks now looking concerned, and just the right amount of forlorn to make Alex’s insides squirm.

Before Alex can even answer the noise starts back up. “Thwack, thwack, thwack.” Flinging his arm toward the sound he exclaims, “That- what the fuck is that noise?”

“Oh?” Henry seems completely okay with the fact that he is living with a ghost. “That’s David.” “…Who the fuck is David?”