bakerstreet | Alpha/Beta/Omega Meme

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!

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only | Expand All

[Alright. Do you want to start or should I?]

[If you could start that would be great, thank you!]

It was the promise of hot butterbeer and Honeyduke's chocolate that had gotten Regulus out of bed that morning but now he wished he had been a harder sell. He had felt sick all the night before and even as his friends had gathered around his bed, bribing him to come with them to Hogsmeade, his stomach had been twisting painfully.

The butterbeer, while still wonderful, did little to lift his mood and the smell of Honeyduke's chocolate actually made him nauseous. His friends had ditched him, unsurprisingly, as soon as he turned down the offer to get drinks at the Hog's Head.

At least the snow that seemed to perpetually coat the streets of Hogsmeade felt wonderful on his fevered skin and even the cramps that had plagued him since the previous night were diminishing. Regulus took his hat and scarf off, sighing as the cold air hit the sweat on the back of his neck. He would feel the cold for what it was soon enough but he wanted to enjoy this a bit longer.

Regulus stumbled as a wave of dizziness came over him. It felt like his brain had somehow detached itself and was floating around in his skull. A spike of chilling heat shot down his spine and into his limbs. He stumbled over to a shop and leaned against the stone wall, closing his eyes as both the dizziness and cold-hot heat continued.

The smell of the wet stone, of passing bodies, of cooking and of drinks filled his head and he shivered. Something wasn't right, even now he could tell something wasn't right.

((ooc: turns out longer than I expected))

Edited 2013-12-09 18:35 (UTC)

Merlin tends not to engage very much or very often with the modern wizarding community. The extent to which he's been...deified, for one, makes him rather uncomfortable. Albus and a handful of others know how to get hold of him if it's absolutely necessary, but beyond that he lives a quiet life of anonymity in London.

The occasional jaunt to Hogsmeade is necessary; some of the rarer potions ingredients he needs at times, he can't get anywhere else. And he can't avoid Honeydukes while he's in the area. Their chocolate is insanely good.

It's when he leaves the sweet shop that he becomes aware of something...amiss. A scent in the air. He uses a tonic he developed himself, a long time ago, to suppress the Alpha rut cycle but it doesn't leave him completely oblivious to Omega pheromones. What he can scent in the air is almost overpowering in its strength.

An Omega coming into heat.

He groans internally. Don't the Heads of House warn their pupils of the risks of manifesting out in the open? It'd take so little for something awful to happen - one unscrupulous Alpha taking advantage of an Omega without the self-control to say no -

Merlin turns a corner, finding a young man huddled in between two buildings. He looks unwell and he's absolutely the source of that scent.

"Hey," he says softly. "You're not well, are you?"

[ooc: works for me, I love long starters. ♥ ]

It took a few moments for the voice to filter in but finally Regulus looked up to see who was talking.

He blinked, almost owlishly, up at the taller man and started to shake his head.

"M'fine," Regulus muttered, making an effort to straighten up and step away from the wall. "Just dizzy..."

Another wave of scents hit him and he felt to his knees with a moan. The cold wet of the snow seeped through his robes and gloves, drawing another shiver through him. A white hot heat was starting to build in his stomach and it made his skin feel like was made of fire.

((ooc: Is Merlin's pheromones suppressed as well or can Reg smell him as Alpha? ))

"Hey, hey..."

Merlin drops to his knees in turn, reaching out to touch the young man's shoulder. He really needs to get him off the street before someone scents him who'll want to do more than make sure he's okay.

"You're not fine, I'm afraid. What's your name?"

[ooc: Mostly suppressed but it may be possible for Reg to smell it on him since he's in heat.]

Regulus leaned against the wall beside him, turning his head until he could feel the cold stone against his forehead.

"Regulus," He muttered, voice soft and eyes closed. "Just need... back to Hogwarts."

The man smelled nice though, not overpowering like everything else was starting to smell, but just... nice.

"Hogwarts is a long way away," Merlin says gently. "You won't be able to walk that far, Regulus. Have you - " He takes a short breath, suspecting that he already knows the answer to the question he's about to ask. "Is this your first heat?"

"Heat?" Regulus brows furrowed. That didn't sound right. "I... it can't be heat..."

He might not have manifested yet, that's true, but he wouldn't be an omega. He couldn't be. Omegas weren't heirs to their families, couldn't pass on their names. Regulus might have been reluctant to be the heir to the Black family, but he wasn't going to... to betray his family by being the wrong dynamic.

"'M not a omega..." Regulus muttered, even as his body contradicted him with the first true shiver of want.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Merlin says quietly. It's this he says, and not I'm sorry, though to an extent he is. He knows how important one's blood status can be to the older wizarding families, and Regulus has 'pureblood' written all over him. "I need to get you off the street, okay, Regulus?"

Regulus's head, already fuzzy from the surge of pheromones, was still reeling by the realization of what was happening.

It didn't matter that he shouldn't/couldn't/didn't want to be in heat, didn't want to be an Omega - his family could find a way around this, find a way to carry on the Black name - but if he were to get bred, or worse: bonded, by some random passerby on the street who happened to take a fancy to him... it would make things so much worse.

The new animalistic and wanton part of himself, growing by the second, didn't see anything wrong with that scenario. Regulus forced that feeling down while he still could and looked up at the man, trying to access him through the haze of heat.

"Who are you?"

"Call me Emrys," he says. His druidic title has been more or less lost to the ages, recorded only in a handful of ancient texts; it's a reasonably safe bet as a pseudonym, and it doesn't feel like a lie.

"I just want to help, alright? I'm renting a flat not far from here. Do you think you can stand?"

Regulus tries to think through the haze in his head, looking at the crumpled snow around them.

He smells nice was a very persistent thought. But Emrys also didn't smell like much of anything... perhaps a hint of Alpha was coming off him...

Well, it didn't matter. Regulus was almost positive he wasn't so far gone as to just let himself be taken advantage of - he just had to make sure he got somewhere safe (preferrably Hogwarts) before he was that far gone.

Regulus nodded, strands of black hair starting to stick to the sweat on his forehead. "Send owl to the school," He muttered. "Slughorn... he's my Head of House..."

"I will," he says softly, and it's true. He'll make sure the man knows how bloody negligent he's been, what could have befallen his student. "I will, I promise. Come on, try and get your legs under you, okay?l

He slides his arm under Regulus' shoulders, slowly drawing him up to his feet. A couple of people are already starting to slow as they pass by the mouth if the alley and he knows it won't do.

Even through his clothes, the feeling of being touches sent swirls of pleasure along Regulus's skin. He bit his lip to stifle another moan. His leg's feel a bit weak but Regulus manages to stand with Emrys's help.

Stepping out into the street, another wave of scents hit him and Regulus shivered. The streets were fuller than they had been, the snow starting to slack off to allow people to move more freely. He could smell omegas and betas dotted around the crowd but they seemed far away somehow, overpowered by the scent of the Alphas scattered about.

Regulus could pick them out in the crowd, see as a few slowed and stopped, looking around, obvious in their search. Regulus forced down the urge to go to them, to let them grab him and... and...

Regulus grabbed onto Emrys's arm to help ground his senses.

Merlin is understandably concerned about the fact that he's being sort of, well, latched onto by this confused and vulnerable (and not unattractive, he's loath to notice) young man. He takes suppressants for his own benefit; they prevent the rut, and they block his sensitivity to Omega pheromones, but they don't completely cut off his own output and right now he very much wishes they did.

Still, people see him guiding an early-heat Omega through the snowy streets with a certain sense of determination and they reach some inevitable conclusions. He sees the younger students looking worried, the older Alpha children looking envious or even confrontational. Truth be told, there probably isn't a wizard or witch for a hundred miles who could even so much as trouble him in a duel, but he doesn't want it getting to that.

He kneads gently at the back of Regulus' neck with fingers and thumb, informally staking a claim he doesn't really want; slow and steady, he steers him toward a door that opens onto a narrow staircase, leading up to a small cosy flat above a bookshop.

The kneading fingers sent tendrils of want down Regulus's spine but they still held a calming effect on him. They drew his senses to Emrys and helped to block out everything else.

Regulus wasn't sure that was a good thing.

As soon as he stepped into the building, Regulus missed the snow. The cold of it had made the heat feel bearable, sometimes even pleasant, but in the small, coziness of the room, the burning heat was starting to build. He shrugged off the thick winter cloak and hugged it to his chest. He had lost his green and silver scarf somewhere along the way.

"I have friends," Regulus turned to look at Emrys. It felt like he was struggling to keep up with everything going on. "In the Hog's Head... I... I came with them down from the castle..."

He trails off, frowning. Barty and Rabastan were alphas. Whatever help they could give wouldn't be the help he needed nor wanted.

Regulus licked his dry lips and looked down at the floor. "Though... they might not be of much help..."

Edited 2013-12-09 22:31 (UTC)

"They're Alphas," Merlin says, not really asking. It makes sense that someone expecting to manifest as an Alpha would surround himself with them. That's outright dangerous, now. A new Omega in heat, surrounded by horny teenagers with no experience of how to deal with those overwhelming pheromones...

Yeah, best not.

"You're best off here until I've owled the school and we can get some Betas to come and pick you up, alright? Here, I'll open a window. You're feverish."

And opening a window means he can stick his head out into the cold wintry air and pull in a few breaths that aren't thick and sweet with pheromones. Apparently he's not as immune as he thought he was. After a few centuries he's probably built up a resistance.

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.

"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?"

"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.

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject