How about something that completely turns the usual A/B/O dynamics on it's head? Everybody assumes Jay is an alpha, because LOOK at him. But then Carlos's first heat hits him, and everybody expects Jay to be the one to help him with it, and he does by making Carlos as comfortable as possible, but Jay doesn't actually seem affected at all by being near him. Surprise: Jay is a Beta (or, and I would love you forever for this, also an Omega) and is kind of confused that nobody knew that.
In order to keep with the SpookyABO that @hannigram-a-b-o-library has prompted for this week, I made this a little more Halloween themed, I hope you still enjoy!
Evie runs up to him, appearing from nowhere, panting and sweating. Her pigtails are coming loose and her blue and white checkered dress is ruffled in all the wrong places. “Jay! Carlos’ heat,” she gasps, “just hit.”
He only groans. Of course it’s in the middle of a Halloween party with half the school. “Where is he?”
Jay follows Evie quickly, she parts the crowd easily with her confident strut. She knocks rapidly on the bathroom door where Mal is casually leaning outside, broomstick and witch’s hat on the floor, with Ben, who won’t stop pacing. “Carlos?” Evie calls sweetly, “I brought Jay.”
Just as the door cracks open, Ben steps forward. He’s decked out as a scarecrow, ridiculous make up all over his face and straw poking out of his collar. “I’m not sure if it’s a good idea for you to be here.” He speaks softly, calmly, like he’s not sure how Jay will take his words. “We can escort Carlos back to your room.”
Carlos sneaks out of the bathroom and leaches himself to Jay’s side, burying his face in the crook of Jay’s neck. His lion’s mane is askew and he’s sweating through his brown shirt, trembling as he grasps Jay’s arm.
When he sticks his nose into Carlos’ curls, Jay can’t smell anything (not that he expected to) but recognizes the signs of an omega in heat. He knows that his silver tunic - they all went as characters from some ancient movie that Ben was crushed to hear none of the Isle kids had ever seen despite the fact that they lived without electricity and television and entertainment their whole lives - can’t provide the skin-on-skin contact that Carlos craves right now and it’s winding him up more. Instinctively, Jay holds him close, tries to comfort him. “How are you holding up, C?”
“Alright, let’s go.” Jay tries to lead him away from the group, but stops at Ben’s bewildered look. “What?”
“You’re…not affected by Carlos’ heat?”
“I’m sorry,” Ben flushes, “I just…I assumed my control would be stronger than yours. I have an omega and a beta of my own,” he wraps his arm around Mal, who looks curiously at him, “and I’m slightly affected by his scent.”
“Well you’re an alpha, so of course you’re more affected,” Jay states. Though, he admits he’s very impressed of Ben’s control. Very few alphas on the Isle exercise the same discipline the king does.
Ben makes another strange expression. “You are…not an alpha?”
“Huh?” Jay tries to divide his attention between a needy and whining Carlos and a confused Ben. “No. Did you think I was?”
The king turns pink. “I, well, I assumed that…” His voice is lost in the party music around them.
“Just stop there,” Mal puts a hand on his chest, “there’s no good way to end that sentence.”
Evie rubs Carlos’ shoulder. “Yeah, Jay looks like a big bad alpha with his muscles, but he’s just a big, soft omega like Carlos and Mal.”
“What the hell did you just say, princess?”
“So if you’re not his alpha,” Ben turns red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “who will be, ahem, assisting Carlos? Do you… Do you need toys or-or-.”
“No, I’m still gonna fuck him,” Jay grins when Ben sputters. “Nice and hard like he wants,” Carlos pants beside him, nuzzling further into Jay’s skin, “probably all week.”
“Eww, too much detail,” Evie groans.
“But you’re not…” Ben falters.
“Omegas wanna please in our heat,” Jay explains. Jeez, Auradon needs to improve their sex ed classes, “we can please other omegas too.”
“And when my heat comes around, he’s gonna do the same thing,” Jay purrs, winds his fingers in Carlos’ hair. “I’ll be on my hands and knees for him for days.”
“Stop it!” Evie snaps. “You’re gross.”
“Yeah, definitely,” Mal is starting to look as green as her witch costume is meant to be.
Jay makes a show of sniffing the air. “I don’t think Benny-Boo is grossed out,” he laughs, “smells like he likes the idea of two omega together.”
“Come on, C,” Jay pulls him along quickly, sticking to the edge of the room until they reach the exit, “let’s get you home.”
