#alpha!harry hook

Alpha!Jay and Omega!Carlos are at a party in Auradon together and are away from each other when Carlos' heat starts unexpectedly. Alpha!Harry (who's always had a thing for Carlos) picks up the scent and can't resist hauling Carlos back to his dorm to attempt to have his way with him. Jay freaks out when he realizes Carlos is gone and someone saw him with Harry and thought they picked up the scent of an Omega in heat. Jay goes to save Carlos, and enlists the help of Omega!Uma and Alpha!Gil to help him.

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Jay crinkles his nose as he rinses his hands. He usually washes with a non-scented soap, one meant for alphas with sensitivities to smell, but the party didn't offer anything other than the fruity stuff.

There are actually a lot of smells at this party that bother him. There's the scent of perfumes from all the girls, something spicy from the kitchen in the back, a dude who clearly hasn't showered in days. Jay can even smell the faintest bit of alcohol from a rebellious student that he needs to be better friends with.

As he wanders back to the corner where Carlos should be waiting for him, a spot which is now empty, Jay picks up on another scent. It's one he's had hints of for a few days, a telling sign of Carlos' cycle, but it hasn't been this potent yet.

Jay stops and sniffs the air again. Fuck.

Carlos' heat has officially started.

They've known it would start soon. Evie's heat began just a few days ago - and it's currently keeping her and Mal confined to their room - and with how close Evie and Carlos are, his was sure to follow shortly after, but they both thought they had more time.

"Fuck." He hadn't been gone that long! Jay had just gone to the bathroom and he maybe got stopped by an old tourney friend and tried to step outside to escape the smells and gotten a drink and... "Fuck!"

"Problem?" Chad saunters over to him, glass in hand. "What's wrong, Jay?" He sips his drink, one that is definitely spiked, and quirks his brow.

"Carlos." Jay gulps and looks around the party. "Carlos is gone." Why is he panicking? This isn't the Isle, this is Auradon, where no one is vicious or wicked. Omegas are treated well in Auradon, no one here would take advantage of Carlos.

"Yeah, he and Harry left a few minutes ago."

Jay's heart leaps into his throat. "What?"

"Harry and Carlos...left a few minutes ago?" Chad repeats slowly, tilting his head at Jay. "Why?"

"Where... Where is Uma?" Jay tries to even out his breathing. Carlos' scent isn't strong enough to follow in this party. It had only lingered in the spot where he had stood for most of their time, embedded in the air around them just enough for Jay to follow.

Chad opens his mouth to answer, but he's taking too long, so Jay rushes head first into the party. Uma's blue hair tended to stand out even more in Auradon, despite her small stature. Jay's eyes search the room until he sees her, high on Gil's back as he twirls her around on the dance floor.

"Uma!" Jay shouts. "Gil!" He thinks for a moment that they won't be able to hear him, but Gil notices him right away and grins at him.

"Hi Jay!" Gil chirps and spins Uma around, his hands under her thighs and keeping her lifted in the air. She throws her head back and laughs and if Jay wasn't freaking out, he would take a moment to appreciate how clearly happy the two of them are right now.

But he is freaking out, so he snatches Gil's bicep. "Where's Harry?"

Uma hops off of Gil's back and stands at his side. "Harry? He was here just a little bit ago." She eyes Jay up and down, clearly sensing his panic. "Why?"

"I need to find him." Jay lets go of Gil's arm. "He has Carlos."

"So?" Gil tilts his head.

"Carlos..." Jay takes a deep breath. "Carlos just went into heat."

Much to his surprise, Uma punched him hard in the shoulder. "What the hell are you doing out so close to his heat?"

"He wanted to come!" Jay protested. Carlos tended to get antsy whenever Evie when into heat or Mal went into rut. The separation from the girls, if only for a few days, makes him nervous.

Uma huffed and cocked her hip. She had presented as an omega on the Isle a few years before Carlos did and, as one of the only omegas to lead her own crew, tended to be more protective of others like her. "What does Harry have to do with this?"

"He took Carlos!" Jay shouts. He reaches for Gil again (but not Uma because Jay doesn't like to get punched, believe it or not). "Come on, come on, show me where his dorm is!"

"It's where I live!" Gil tells him happily and finally steps in front of Jay to lead the way.

"Why don't you just call your lover boy?" Uma asks, matching Jay's impatient strides.

"Carlos left his phone in the dorm." He had gotten it wet a few days ago after being caught in the rain while walking Dude and his phone is now sitting in a bag of rice for whatever reason.

Gil looks over his shoulder at them. "Jay, are you okay? You seem really freaked out."

Normally, Jay wouldn't be so harsh with Gil, who was always too genuine and soft to belong on the Isle, but his omega is in heat and with some strange alpha and Jay has to find him and his heart is racing. "I don't trust Harry with Carlos."

They exit the doors of the party just as Uma stops in her tracks. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jay doesn't have time for this, don't they understand? "Harry's always been all over him on the Isle." He seethes. It had frustrated him years ago, before he realized how much he liked Carlos and that it was okay to like Carlos, but now, in Auradon, with Carlos officially his, the idea of Harry's past creepiness angers Jay on a new level.

"He was all over any omega on the Isle." Uma snaps back. "Just like any other alpha." She looks Jay up and down with a dismissive glance.

"You trust Harry alone with an omega in heat?"

"Whole heartedly."

"I don't," is the only thing Jay can say. He turns to Gil. "Where is your dorm?"

Gil looks between the two of them, clearly upset by their fighting. "Uhh, this way."

Carlos has only been away from him for-what? 15 minutes? Maybe 20? How much of that time has been spent with Harry? Are they even back to Harry's dorm yet? Or did they go somewhere else? Is Jay wasting precious time by following Gil? Did Harry just take him to the side of a building and-?

"Here." Uma snaps and shoves her phone into Jay's hand. "He wants to talk to you."

Jay's eyes light up and he brings the phone to his ear. "Carlos?"

"Ahh, close, but I'm not tha' cute."

"Hook."

"Jay! I hear ya're worried about what I'm doin' ta yar sweet boy."

"Don't fucking touch him!" Jay growls. He grips Uma's phone so tightly, he briefly wonders if it will snap in his hand. He's vaguely aware of Uma pushing him forward, encouraging him to walk, so Jay moves his feet after Gil.

"Ah, but he begs so pretty. You know all abou' tha' don't ya, Jay?"

"Hook, I swear to Hades, whatever you do-."

"Can ya hear him cryin' for ya? Ya must be able ta hear it, he's so loud."

A faint voice, behind Harry's nonstop taunting, cries out for him. "Alpha!"

"Carlos!" Jay gasps his name. The lights around him change suddenly. They had walked through a door and into a dorm building without Jay even realizing it, the fluorescent lights almost blinding when compared to the dark sky they had been walking under. "Where are you?"

"Do ya hear him beggin'? How am I suppose ta say 'no' ta this?"

"Don't fucking touch him!"

"But he's askin' me so nicely ta do just tha'."

Jay rips the phone away from his face. "How much further?" His voice breaks as he speaks and he can feel the sweat running down his temple.

"Up a few flights." Uma drawls, like this is nothing, like Carlos' safety is unimportant, like a member of her crew being a fucking perverted creep mean nothing.

Gil leads the way, taking the steps two at a time because of his long legs, but there's no sense of urgency to him either.

"Hook, don't touch him." Jay's pride falls easily to Carlos' well-being and if he thought begging would work on Harry, that's what he'd be doing right now.

"Ah, but I can't stop now that I've started."

Jay thinks he might puke.

"Ya never told me how soft he is. He's all warm and cuddly. I don't think I'll let him leave now tha I've got him."

They push open the door on the fourth floor and Jay's feet urge him to run. "What room?"

"408." Gil tells him and Jay runs before anyone can say another word, dropping Uma's phone on the way.

The doors are a blur as Jay counts them, the thick carpeting of the halls muffling his footsteps. He passes by one door, then two, then seven and he all but crashes into 408.

"Carlos!" Jay shouts as soon as he's through the door. He's prepared to see Carlos tied down, or curled in a ball, or writhing under Hook as he screams.

He's not prepared to see Carlos, fully clothed, laying with his head in Harry's lap as Star Trek plays on the television.

"Alpha!" Carlos whines as soon as he sees Jay. He shakily moves off the bed, but Jay doesn't even let him stand, enveloping him in a hug and sniffing his head.

If his heart weren't about to beat out of his chest, Jay would shiver at the scent of Carlos' heat.

"Ya hung up on our phone call. Tha's rude, Jay."

"What did you do to him?" Jay pulls Carlos back behind him, baring his teeth and prepared to rip Harry's throat out.

"Got him away from all the noise and smells, gave him some water." Harry shrugs, like Jay's eagerness to kill him is just another Friday. "I let him snuggle my tourney shirt and Gil's because Blueberry was workin' on them this week and he could smell her."

Jay lets his eyes rake over the bed. Harry is still fully clothed (thankfully) and there are water bottles and energy drinks strewn about, some granola bars, extra pillows, and two tourney shirts bunched up.

"I told you." Uma's voice appears behind him as she casually walks through the door, Gil on her heels. "Harry wouldn't do anything."

Harry blinks and places a hand to his chest. "Me? Doin' somethin' naughty?" His lip trembles. "What ever gave ya that idea?"

"What was that phone call about then?" Jay demands. His anger is lessening now that he has his hands on Carlos and it's so distracting the way Carlos is sniffing his throat, licking at his skin, all but grinding against him.

"Ah, Jay, ya're so fun ta fuck with." Harry bats his eyes and laughs.

"You've got some real nerve." Uma circles around Jay, keeping her distance from Carlos. "You really want to treat a member of my crew the same way Auradon treated you when you first came here?"

"Don't be too hard on him, captain." Harry reaches out and grabs Uma's wrist. "If ya went into heat at a party and I heard some strange alpha carted ya off, I'd be lookin' to kill too."

"You brought Carlos back here and cared for him." Uma's eyes soften when she looks at Harry and she reaches to cup his face. "You wouldn't hurt someone so vulnerable."

"I mean..." Harry looks her up and down with a grin, "not unless they asked me too."

Gil comes around and sits on the bed next to Harry and leans his head against Uma's side. "Harry wouldn't hurt Carlos. We don't hurt people anymore. And we never hurt omegas!"

Carlos chirps and slips his hands under Jay's shirt, ignoring all the stares on him. "He didn't hurt me, alpha, promise." His mouth moves to Jay's collar bone. "He even put on Star Trek for me and gave me Evie's stuff to scent."

It's getting hard to think again with Carlos' mouth all over him. They should be getting back to their room soon, before Jay's resolve begins to crumble.

"Thanks...Harry." Jay grabs Carlos' wandering hands so he can focus. "For taking care of him. I'm... I'm sorry."

Harry waves him off. "Ya can make it up ta me later. Go take care of yar boy for now." He lays back on his bed, Uma following him down and Gil crawling to his other side.

"Yeah, alpha," Carlos grins into his neck, "take care of me."

Thank you so very much!

I don’t post smut on Tumblr due to the age range of my followers, but I have written something similar!

Here is Harry finding Carlos, who is in heat.

Here is Harry teasing Carlos.

In order to fit the SpookyABO theme that @hannigram-a-b-o-library has suggested for this week, I changed the prompt a little bit, enjoy!

“Quit it asshole!” Carlos snaps as someone grabs at his ass. Again. He’s enjoying the Halloween tricks as much as anyone else except for the group of alphas who won’t leave him be.

“C’m on, cutie” one of them drawls. It’s Gaston Jr., who - shocker - is dressed as his father. “Just come back with us.”

“I’d rather eat a poisoned candy apple.”

Not too far, Harry watches silently. He’s digging his fingers into his palms, gritting his teeth. He’s so distracted at Carlos being harassed that he can’t even join in on the holiday fun, smashing windows and stealing candy. It’s in his every instinct, screaming and clawing at him to go protect and defend his tiny omega, but Carlos has asked for his trust, promised he didn’t need constant defense. Harry merely sighs and refuses to move from the wall.

Even when Anthony Tremaine tries to work his hands up Carlos’ shirt.

“I told you,” Carlos draws back his fist, “to leave me alone!” The omega swings, gets Anthony across his face, sends him reeling into the wall.

“You fucking-” Gaston Jr. steps forward but stumbles at the sight of Carlos’ knife glinting in the moonlight.

Carlos isn’t dressed as anything, but the murderous look on his face is more terrifying than any costume here and Harry is maybe just a little horrified. But he’s also pleasantly surprised and…confusingly aroused at the way Carlos twirls his knife.

“Next person to touch me loses his hand. Got it?” He snarls and slices at the air just in front of Gaston Jr., who cowers. “Good.”

Carlos pretends to tuck the knife back into his pocket, but as he steps closer, Harry can see Carlos shifting the weapon into his sleeve for easy access.

Oh, Davy Jones, he has such a clever little omega.

“Hey, handsome,” Carlos greets easily, places a kiss on his lips. “Don’t tell me your Halloween costume is a pirate.” He sighs as he looks up and down at his boyfriend’s attire.

“Of course not! I’m a cat,” Harry taps his face where crudely drawn whiskers rest.

Carlos scoffs. “Silly me, I should have known you were quite the cute kitty.”

“And you’re quite the feisty omega.”

“I told you I could take care of myself,” Carlos leads him down the alley, into the streets where broken lights and raving villains in scanty costumes run down the pavement.

Thanks for your kind words, enjoy!

(Also, re-watching D2, I feel like I’ve been writing Harry’s accent wrong, so I’m trying to match it with what I hear in the film.)

“Ya weren’t complaining when I did it.”

Carlos shot him a quick scowl and continued rubbing at his neck. “Well alpha pheromones and, well, you were preoccupying me.”

“Ya mean ya were too busy trying to get mah pants off?”

“Shut up.” Carlos scrubbed at his skin hard enough to leave red welts, but when he put the paper towel down, he could still smell Harry on his skin. “Damn.”

“What’s so wrong with smelling like me anyway?” The alpha pouted. He stayed against the bathroom door, insuring privacy between them. “No one’ll mess with ya.”

Carlos glares at him, throwing away the useless paper towel. “And when my friends ask why I smell like Harry Hook?”

“Tell em that I fucked yer brains out yesterday,” the pirate grins, saunters closer and pins Carlos to the wall. “And that I’ll be doing the same later today.”

Any disagreement Carlos might have had dies when Harry is pressed against him. The omega tilts his head back on instinct, bares his throat just like how he knows Harry likes.

“Good boy.”

“You’re doing it…again,” Carlos mumbles as Harry kisses at his neck. “Distracting me…with your scent.”

“So?” Harry nips at his collar and Carlos whines. “What are ya goin’ do about it?”

Carlos doesn’t respond, he never does when Harry asks him a question in this position. It’s as if his ability to think and speak disappear with Harry’s lips at his throat.

“That’s what I thought,” Harry licks the soft skin under his mouth. “Ya’re gonna go back to class, smelling just like me,” he pushes himself harder against the pliable body, grinding against Carlos’ hips, “and then come to the ship after so we can repeat last night.”

When he pulls away, Carlos tries to follow. The omega’s eyes are heavy and dilated, his cheeks are pink and he’s panting.

Harry groans at the sight. “Oh, Davy Jones. Ya are delectable like this.” He places a short kiss to warm lips and moves toward the door. “If anyone asks why ya smell like me, tell them ya’re mine, that’s all.”

Carlos nods mutely, barely registering the words. He’s still too dazed to respond and follows Harry out of the bathroom, jumping at the smack to his ass.

Enjoy some head canons :)

 - Uma is an omega too, so one of her big rules is no touching omegas in their heat (since they’re not aware enough to consent), which is why Harry left Carlos alone in my one Harlos fic

 - so if a pirate ever found an omega in heat, they were brought to the ship, kept away from anyone who lacked control

 - which means Harry turns down anyone in heat and his favorite excuse is “I’m more than just a dick for you to use!”

 - he pursues Carlos, only when the omega is clear headed, and flirts like crazy and what is this personal space you speak of?

 - outside of kisses, Harry does not like affection in public. Not because he’s modest, but because Carlos is his and he doesn’t like anyone else seeing his omega with pretty wide eyes and red cheeks

 - Harry’s natural instinct is to prove he can provide and support, so he shows it by randomly bringing Carlos fish

 - Carlos’ instinct is to care and be useful, so he cleans Harry’s room without being asked or cuddles him when the pirates have bad days

- Uma helping Carlos with his heats, like giving shelter and comfort

- Harry doesn’t trust himself in his rut, so he stays away from Carlos and sulks on the ship

- dates are almost always fishing on the docks or dinner at Usula’s Fish and Chips

- very lengthy discussion with lots of boundaries when Carlos finally asks Harry to help him through his heat