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Alpha/Beta/Omega Meme

THE ALPHA/BETA/OMEGA MEME

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:
Fanlore on the Alpha/Beta/Omegaverse
Alphas, Betas and Omegas: A primer.

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!

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!

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There's really no 'maybe' about it, although Arthur can't admit that to himself, let alone Merlin. He watches, hawklike and interested, as his manservant finally gives in and picks up the bottle, and takes a deep, slow breath when he finally pours it away. Good. Great—now he can't go back on this, because that's his dose for the night and Gaius always knows precisely how much to brew him. Even if he took another of the doses in his cabinet, one night would be missing before the next batch.

"Good."

Arthur nods once before reaching across for his half-filled cup of wine. He might need a little liquid courage before he puts voice to his suggestion, although really, there's no one in the world he trusts more than he trusts Merlin. And since they're both ... since neither of them has ...

He swallows deeply.

"Stay with me," he commands, but only because he's not accustomed to asking. There's question in his expression though, because he'd never force Merlin to do this with him, but he's feeling rebellious and he wants to know so badly what he's been missing. Arthur blinks slowly as the warmth of the wine stirs pleasantly beneath his skin. Wine and something else. He exhales shortly through his nose.

"I want you to stay."

Merlin's breath catches in his throat. He can feel his face turning pink, the flush in his skin travelling all the way up to his ears and down to his collarbone.

"Arthur, if I stay - I haven't taken my tonic in half a day, if you - I mean I've never - I don't know that I could stop - you know what will happen - !"

He closes his mouth around the next desperate clutch of words that want to escape and just looks at Arthur. Really, properly looks at him.

He shuts the window, listening to the rain drumming against the glass.

"You know what will happen," he says again, but it's not a protest any more, and his voice is softened by the weight of his own need.

This feels right.

TJ hated family speeches is what he hated the most. No, what he hated the most was when he got dragged into them. Like he was some prized possession that his father could show off to the world. Somewhere in the middle of the stupid speech his eyes had begun to wander. There was something, no... someone, out there among the throng of people. Right now he couldn't find them and he eventually stops trying to. That his until he felt that gaze on him.

The whole world, or room, seemed to stop the moment his eyes landed on Neal. Before he realized what he was doing he was heading off in the direction of the other. Doug was saying... who knows what. Everything was being drowned out except for meeting this new person. This stranger that just so happened to show up at his father's stupid little speech. Or maybe the guy was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or right time... something.

"Of course I know what'll happen," he huffs, rolling his eyes the once before draining the rest of his cup. He thought he'd made as much fairly obvious when he instructed him to pour out the tonic. Standing, Arthur wipes off his lips with the back of his hand before closing the distance between them for a second time.

"If you don't want to, you have to tell me." But the closer he gets, the more difficult it is to string together sensible thoughts. Merlin's scent is stronger now, less hindered by the conjoined effects of both their tonics, and Arthur hesitates for half a heartbeat before reaching for Merlin's shoulder. He turns him; Merlin might be taller, but Arthur traps him there with his physical strength. Ink-black pupils shrink to pinpricks before slowly, steadily, dilating wide.

Gods, those lips. A jagged bolt of heat strikes low behind his balls, and Arthur wavers just a little as his hands fist Merlin's jacket.

"Tell me, or stay and—us." The Omega uncurls, shakes itself awake, before placing a rare word on the tip of Arthur's tongue. Dark blonde lashes flutter low, because yes, it feels more than right. "Please, Merlin."

To be honest he's not sure why he came out here again. Perhaps it was because of a certain pain in the ass or perhaps for another reason all together. Either way he stops in front of Stiles and reaches out taking the young man's chin in his hand, eyes trailing down over that thin body.

"I - I can't tell you that, Arthur."

Please. He doesn't know that he's ever heard Arthur say that, not to him,never to him.

"I do want to. I want to stay, I want - us."

But Arthur's so close now, and he smells so good and want is such a weak inaccurate word now. He needs this, needs Arthur. The Alpha is somewhere between purring its satisfaction at finally finding an outlet and growling in displeasure because really, how dare Arthur be trying to trap him anywhere, right now? He wants him face-down, bent over, naked and begging and his for the taking --

He surges forward, closing the tiny gap to crush his mouth against his prince's lips with a sort of hunger he's never felt in his whole life.

Regulus nodded and moved closer to the window. The chill air felt nice enough but it wasn't dulling the heat of his skin like it had been before. He set the winter cloak he had been clinging to aside, hoping that would help the chill.

"H-How long will it take?" The walk to Hogsmeade could take thirty minutes to forty minutes, depending on the weather, with the carriages were faster - but those details felt abstract in Regulus's mind. What was distance, what was speed? What did they matter?

Regulus licked his lips again and shuffled closer to the window, needing to feel the cold air on his face and hands.

The moment Merlin's lips touch his, Arthur knows he's lost. The heat swells like something physical inside him: every hair on his body seems to stand on end as he melts to the kiss, his eyes slipping shut, and his cock jumps in his smalls because this is finally, finally happening. The kiss is ferocious because it needs to be. Arthur wants them both bruised and aching by tomorrow morning: an Omega by birth, perhaps, but the prince never does anything by half. In this, he's not even sure he could.

His body rubs close to Merlin's, teasing and coaxing in a way that makes him shiver with anticipation. Arthur's never seduced anyone before but it comes so naturally like this: Alpha and Omega; Merlin and Arthur; the two of them doing what they were born to. Dimly, Arthur finds himself wondering why this didn't happen between them sooner, and when he breaks the kiss to gasp for air he glances towards his bed.

Arthur doesn't know what he wants first. His clothes are itchy, sticking to his body, but Merlin's mouth tastes so good, and a frustrated whine tears from his throat as he claims his lips again.

It's then that he feels it. Wetness there, and he's more embarrassed than he's ever been, but he also knows he's never needed anything like he needs Merlin in this moment.

"Off." He's pulling at Merlin's clothes, in particular that damn neck-scarf that's covering up so much of that powerful scent. Eyes half-lidded, red lips parted, Arthur is wholly Merlin's.

Almost.

"Take it off, Merlin."

That's…very unexpected. But Stiles does his part dutifully, keeping his eyes respectfully lowered as the Alpha looks him over.

"No."

Merlin hears the words escape him before he's conscious of having spoken, but he can't unsay it. The Alpha's instincts are dulled by what's left of the tonic in his system, and maybe that's for the best because he doesn't quite want to throw caution to the wind the way Arthur seems to (at least not yet), but the urge to take charge is so difficult to overcome that he doesn't even try.

He can feel his body stirring to life in a way he's never felt before, not during any of the furtive and ultimately unsatisfying sessions with his own hand after he's absolutely certain Gaius is asleep. His cock is stirring in his smallclothes, his skin tingling.

Arthur's his prince, his master, and in the light of day he gives the orders. But it's dark outside, and Arthur smells incredible, and Merlin is his Alpha.

"You do it," he goes on, with more authority, just the slightest edge to his tone. "Undress me."

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"That's going to depend on them, I'm sorry," Merlin says softly. "I need to go up to the attic to send the owl but I'll be right back, okay?"

"He'll understand... and act like he doesn't." Clint mutters not sitting up just yet just watching Phil with a pleased smile. "You think he and Natasha don't run off." He snorts a little shaking his head.

He pushes himself up and stretches like a lazy but deadly cat, he smiles a Phil and slips from the bed. "Then lets get outta here." He grins a little.

"Okay," Regulus nodded. He moved closer to the window and sank down to his knees in front of it, sighing as the cold air hit his face.

His clothes felt hot and stifling against his skin, the fabric scratching at him. His pants felt like they were starting to cling to him in a way they shouldn't.

"Okay," Regulus said again, softer.

"I'll be as fast as I can," Merlin promises, then moves away to take the steep narrow staircase to the attic where his barn owl is waiting for him. The note he writes is addressed to the Hospital Wing, naming no names - and it's, well, on the terse side. It's about five minutes passed before he's descending the stairs once more.

Regulus nodded as Emrys left and stayed huddled against the window for a few moments.

The heat building inside him was only getting worse and the cold air on his face, neck, and hands wasn't nearly enough. He looked around the room, trying to decide on what to do but he couldn't focus on anything for longer than a few seconds.

All he was sure of was that his clothes made him feel hot, that they were itching, that they were sticking - he shouldn't be wearing them. This was the logic that held dominance in his mind and the voice of modesty and dignity was quickly being muffled by it's insistence.

Regulus took a deep breath and stood. With hands shaking just slightly, he began pulling off excess clothing.

By the time Emrys returned, Regulus's clothes were in a messy pile and their owner was huddled under the window, his winter cloak draped over himself.

Merlin sees the clothes first, then the person not wearing the clothes, and then he stops dead on the third step from the bottom and sways in place like he's worried he might fall if he takes another step.

This is.

Well.

He's read books. He's seen other people going through their first heat. He knew this might happen.

He was just, you know. Desperately hoping it wouldn't.

"Regulus," he says softly, not calling attention to the very obvious and self-evident fact of his being naked under his cloak. "How are you feeling?"

"'S hot..." Regulus's voice is muffled under the cloak. "It's hot and my clothes were scratching me..."

Regulus was dimly aware of how childish and sulking he sounded but he didn't care. Even now he could feel a trickling down his legs and a growing arousal that seemed come from his very core.

Merlin does a little mental arithmetic in his head. Maybe five minutes for his owl to reach the school. Another twenty for them to organise a response. Half an hour at least for someone to reach Hogsmeade, and that's if the weather doesn't get any worse...

He's looking at an hour with a manifesting Omega who's practically climbing the walls, and already he can feel an answering heat burning under his skin. The first heat is always one of the most intense, and it's more than likely that Merlin won't manage the whole hour without forgetting how utterly depraved it'd be to undertake some more...hands-on relief.

He rubs a hand over his face. Modern society isn't particularly squeamish about these things. There's a general understand that 'wrong place, wrong time' is just a thing that sometimes happens, and Merlin would be thought of as hopelessly old-fashioned for opining otherwise.

"I want to help you, okay, Regulus? I can't, ah - but I can talk you through taking the edge off by yourself."

[hiiiiiii. Can I throw an Omega!Merlin at you for Heat/Rut? Or - something else if you'd prefer, I'll write the starter regardless. ♥ ]

Regulus nodded, his grip on his cloak slacking enough to let it fall off his shoulders.

"I... I want... I don't know what I want..." He stammered and looked down at himself. His skin were flushed and sweating, his thighs wet, and he had an erection that almost seemed angry with it's demands. The cold from the window did nothing now to help lessen the discomfort.

"I know. It's your first time." He crouches nearby, breathing in the scent of his skin despite himself. The voice in the back of his head is a low, throaty growl telling him that he knows exactly what he wants.

"We're going to go to my room, okay? There's a bed there, you'll be more comfortable." He reaches down to offer a hand.

Regulus swallows against the dryness in his throat and takes the offered hand.

The touch sent shivers of want and desire through him and, before Regulus could think to stop himself, he was pressing himself against the other man. The scent that had just been 'nice' before was now intoxicating. He could smell it so clearly now that he was so close.

He leaned forward and nuzzled against Emrys's throat, breathing in his scent as deeply as he could.

"Hey--"

Merlin takes a step back, carefully bracing his hand against Regulus' shoulder. He can scent the boy's sweat on his skin, sweet and heady.

"We're not doing that, okay?" he says, just a tiny bit strained at this point. "I'm not, ah - participating like that." Even though he can already feel his prick stirring in his boxers. "Just follow me."

[It's been a very long time since Garak has been with anyone, much less an Omega in heat, but he still has excellent stamina, thrusting and pushing into Julian. It's a relentless drive to the peak that will make him knot his mate.

He claws at Julian and continues to bite, but it's not as rough as he would be with a thicker-skinned Cardassian.]

Regulus looked up at Emrys, a dazed look in his blue eyes. Finally, he nodded slowly. He didn't move toward Emrys again but he didn't step back either.

His cloak was still on the floor where he had been huddled.

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