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In our world, sexual roles are commonly defined by genders -- male or female or other, by sexualities -- gay or straight, bi or asexual or in-between. But what if they were defined by something else entirely?
Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse is a fusion of fanfiction tropes and animalistic behavior. In this world, sexual roles are divided into three categories: the Alphas (the dominant, the protective and the aggressive), the Betas (ordinary humans) and the Omegas (submissive, fertile and able to carry children).
RESOURCES:CONTENT WARNING: Below the cut contains descriptions of animalistic sexual behavior as applied to humans, situations of dubious consent, explicit situations, mpreg, and scenarios of societal oppression. Click with caution!
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.
ROLES:
1 - The Alpha.
* Stereotypically type A personalities.
* Anatomically: Males have a penis; females may have a penis in addition to a vagina.
* Alphas knot their mates, meaning that the base of the penis swells and locks them inside their mate while they produce copious amounts of semen in an effort to breed.
* Strong sense of smell.
* Near an Omega in heat, they experience a compulsion to mate that is almost impossible to overcome.
* Alphas may go into rut, which is their equivalent of Omega heat, and drives them to mate.
2 - The Beta.
* Ordinary human being.
* Males have penises; females have vaginas.
* Can mate to anyone.
* Might be able to smell hormones of Omegas and Alphas, but will not be overwhelmingly affected by them.
3 - The Omega.
* Stereotypically submissive, quiet, intelligent and less physically able.
* Female anatomy is similar to Betas; males are self-lubricating and may have either an external or internal vaginal setup.
* Regularly go into heat, which involves being overcome by the urge to mate. They are unable to consent while in heat.
* May be made compliant by a bite to the neck. However, that may also induce a mating bond.
* Often regarded as second-class citizens or prizes to be won.
SITUATIONS:
1 - Bonding - Love at first sight. You've spotted your soulmate. You can smell them, you can feel them, you know that they'll be with you until the end of your days. Unless there's something between the two of you. It could be age - maybe one of you has to wait until the other has reached maturity. It could be that the bond is one-sided, and the other has yet to fall in love. It could be an unwanted bond, or society could have divided you into different places. Is your love strong enough to conquer?
2 - Heat/Rut - The need is coming on you strong. Everyone for a half-mile around can smell it. Better find someone to ride it out with, or hole yourself up in a room with a few bottles of water and a durable sex toy. And you'd better hope that there isn't someone out there who will take advantage of your pliable state. Best case scenario, there might be a Beta who can take care of you, or fend off anyone too predatory.
3 - Pregnancy - Whether through a heat or not, you're pregnant. Congratulations - or condolences. Is it time to start a family, or time to start panicking?
4 - Suppressants - You're using suppressants to keep yourself on an even hormone cycle, skipping heats, or maybe pretending to pass as a different class of society. After all, Omegas might want to be in the military, where they're not usually allowed - or an Alpha might want to take a job in a university or as a nurse. Shouldn't they be allowed to, if their hormones are suppressed? Just hope that you don't miss a dose.
5 - Mistaken Identity - That friend that you always thought was an Alpha, or an Omega, or a neutral Beta, turns out to be something entirely different, and your world is turned absolutely upside down. Does it challenge your preconceptions? Or does it just ruin the balance between you two?
6 - Unlikely Pairs - After all, there's no actual reason that Alphas have to mate with Omegas. Maybe two Omegas can satisfy each other. Or two Alphas. Or your intended mate could easily be a Beta. Maybe this is just about breaking out of your pre-established role and becoming something new.
7 - Manifestation - In some cases, an individual may not know they are Omega, Beta or Alpha until their first heat/rut/manifestation, usually happening in early teen years. It may take you by surprise; it may be a blessing, or may be a deep disappointment.
8 - Other - Adventures in getting jobs, making families, fighting bad guys, and anything else you can come up with!
also fuck numbers I do what I want
[ if their bright young futures are on the brink if being compromised, they're going to be fucking sure of it.
so here they are. the morning after stiles' undue revelation followed by lydia's attempt at empathy and comfort, and they're in her adjoining bathroom as she brandishes a box of store brand pregnancy tests in his face like it's a knife she means to cut him with if he gets difficult. ]
Pee on them.
cries with joy
All of them?
[ and then shakes his head. ]
I don't have to go.
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All of them. [ se reiterates for him, words drawn out beyond reason for emphasis. still shoving the box in his facial area, lydia takes the time to pointedly lock the bathroom door and move to fuss with the faucet until a steady stream hisses from the tap. ]
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[ he takes the first stick out of the box, and puts the box on the edge of the sink while he unwraps the outer plastic. it's like a candy. a candy that will potentially confirm the ruination of his life. ]
[ the worst bit is, he's lying. he could pee. it's morning, he hasn't gone yet, the noise of the water reminds his bladder of that fact. but his insides feel all twisted up and he's embarrassed to whip out his junk without the heat to cushion it, and. he doesn't wanna pee on a stick. ]
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[ though that's actually exactly what she's doing; boring holes in his person, tracking his every move as he takes the box of tests from her hand, pulls out a single stick, and unwraps it like it might explode.
it's not going to. and while she was teetering on the brink of a verbal eruption of volcanic proportions ( stop being such a baby stiles, this is the responsible thing to do! this is what you do! ) she takes deep breaths through her nose and presses her hand over her eyes.
look, see? now she actually can't stare. ] What's the holdup?
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[ muttered mutinously, but she's not looking at him right now, so he edges over to the toilet bowl. he's wearing his boxers with her dad's tshirt, the white fabric draping too big over him, having declined the pink. it's barely any effort to take himself out through the slit, and then he stands there, holding the pregnancy test awkwardly over the bowl, the other hand aiming his junk. ]
[ nothing happens. he tightens his bladder muscles, mouth going stubborn. nothing continues to happen. ]
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( okay, not really. ) ]
Performance anxiety?
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[ he snaps back. ]
Talk!
[ because he's so aware of her being right there, the sheer existence of her kind of overwhelming everything else. lydia martin is his world, and her presence is, well, seriously present, and he can't pee with her in the bathroom. he can't. he can't. ]
Oh god.
[ it's a gulped noise, because there's the tap and the insistence of his bladder and, even the soft touch of his hand lifting his dick is kind of pavlovian. he's gonna go and he's not sure he can stop it. stiles whimpers and tries to hold off while also trying to look like that's not what he's doing at all. ]
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weird, kinda gross, and this isn't a drug screening, she's not his urinary analyst, so it's not like she actually needs to watch him pee. besides, whose could he possibly switch it out for? prada's? this is awkward and uncomfortable for everyone here, and lydia caves first, throwing her hands up in the air — ] Alright, fine! [ — and yanking open the door.
it unlocked with the twist of the handle and she can slam it for good measure on her way out now. but she stations herself right outside, and continues to pester him with a sharp knock and the repeated demand: ] All of them!
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[ about halfway through his personal euphoria, he realizes what he's supposed to be doing, and dashes the pregnancy test under his stream. he manages another couple and sits them in the sink to, whatever, marinate. three isn't all of them, but his bladder only holds so much, and besides: ]
I figure we'd better save a couple for a different bathroom session.
[ just in case something had like, contaminated his pee this time around. though why he's treating this like a serious experiment is beyond him. he knows. he knows. she should probably be able to smell it on him. all this screwing around with pregnancy tests — designed, for the record, for ladies — isn't gonna tell them shit. all it does is give lydia some solid evidence, and a sense of control over the situation, but hey, if that's what she needs. ]
[ stiles shakes, tucks himself away. ]
Okay, you can come back in now.