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Alright, but can you imagine Harry flirting with Carlos using his hook to lift Carlos' chin

And cutting him accidentally and the wound starting to bleed

And Carlos is like: „It's fine“ while Harry is panicking and apologizing over and over again (and gesturing with his hands -aka waving them around- with his hook still on it and Carlos is just trying to calm him down because he won't die because of a small scratch)

Carlos giving harry a parrot for his birthday that and the bird latter reveals Carlos's feelings towards him

Enjoy!

“Every good pirate needs a parrot,” Carlos had said as Harry first opened the cage. “I haven’t named her yet, I would let you do that. But I tried to train her to sit on my shoulder, like the pirates in the books always show.”

It had been a surprisingly sweet gift, one of Harry’s favorites along with polish for his hook from Gil and a whole weekend off of dish duty from Uma.

But honestly, Harry has no fucking clue how to care for this thing.

He names the parrot Teuta, one of the first female pirates that Uma has researched her entire life and talked Harry’s ear off about. If she knew the name of one of her idols was given to a bird, she might kick Harry off her crew, but he’s not all that imaginative.

So Teuta flaps around his room, cawing and nibbling the stale cracker Harry lays out for her while flipping through the little book Carlos left him. She can eat seeds and vegetables and bread. She needs a bowl large enough to bathe in. She ought to have her wings clipped every few weeks as to not let her fly away.

“Shrimpy! Shrimpy!” Teuta squawks. “Uma shrimpy!”

That was a cool thing about parrots, Harry knows. They can be trained to repeat things, send short messages if they hear a phrase often enough.

“Shut up, Gil! Shut up!”

It just so happened that Gil happened to piss off Uma during Harry’s birthday party and Teuta heard the whole fight.

Her repetition makes Harry laugh though, remembering how quickly Uma had snapped and kicked Gil out. “Good girl,” he coos and rubs her feathery head. “I’m gonna love having you around.”

Teuta nuzzles his hand. “Love Harry!” She chirps, her beak closing down on Harry’s finger. “Carlos love Harry!”

Harry tilts his head. “What…did you say?”

“Love Harry!” Teuta says again, hopping in his lap. “Carlos love Harry!”

Parrots are only trained to repeat what they hear, so someone has said those words to Teuta before. And, well, if she remembers them well enough to repeat, Teuta heard those words more than once.

Harry stops playing with her and stiffens. Carlos is the only person who has been with Teuta, she came directly from him.

“Teuta!” Harry calls, but the bird doesn’t know her own name yet. He grabs her and raises her, looking at her face. “Did Carlos say that?”

Silently and without blinking, Teuta tilts her head. “Carlos love Harry!”

He drops her without thinking about it, but she falls less than a foot into his lap and goes back to pecking at the zipper of one of his pockets.

“No, not now,” Harry chides her and places Teuta back into her cage, still with a lovely red bow on top. His face burns and his cheeks are red and his palms are sweaty, but Harry closes the door to her cage. “Wait here,” he commands her. “I’ve gotta go see Carlos.”

“Carlos love Harry!”

Ughh, I am so not made to write fluffy and happy Harlos.

Still, reblog if you enjoyed and put in a request of your own! I’ll try any pairing and prompt, but I do not take anonymous requests.