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The A/B/O 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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"Yes. Angels were made to do more than serve God. There is an old legend, one that predates Eden that He made you using small slivers of the grace of angels. A spark of the divine that will resonate with the grace of a chosen angel."

He felt a warm thrum in the core of his being in the presence of Sam, leaving no doubt in his mind that Sam was the one he'd been created for. "And yet you have found redemption Sam. Something that I am struggling for myself."

While he could conceal his crimes, it would do a disservice to the bond he had only just spoken of. "For it was I who was deceived into allowing Lucifer into Eden. Everything that humanity has endured since, was due to my failing."

There's an echoing warmth in Sam as well, though he doesn't quite understand it. He rubbed the hand between his, watching Gadreel's face.

The pronouncement of the angel's crimes didn't strike Sam the way he thought it probably should. Maybe it was because part of him knew already, since he'd shared head space with Lucifer. Maybe it was because it made sense, in a way. They had, in their own ways, betrayed humanity. Sam had had his chance to put it right.

He reached up, placing his hand against the back of Gadreel's neck. "You know, for the most part, I can't exactly be upset about it happening. I've seen Eden once. It's pretty, but...I think humanity would have been bored there."

The touch is warm and the weight of his hand at the back of his neck comforting. Gadreel can't stop himself from tilting into the touch. Humans were such remarkable creatures. In the scope of a few moments he'd been forgiven for such a catastrophic lapse in judgement. "Thank you. I hope that one day I can make things right, that I can somehow atone for what I have cost all of Creation."

His vessel is a wolf like Sam and he can't help but react to the presence of the Alpha, instinct telling him what to do next. Slowly Gadreel tips his head back, offering Sam his neck. A gesture of trust, ready to cement his bond willingly with the wolf.

The bond won't actually happen for a while. Not properly, at least. But Sam bends his head, burying his nose in the juncture of shoulder and neck, inhaling the rather intoxicating scent of the Omega before him. Then he lifted his head to press his lips to the same spot.

"You are mine, Gadreel," he said, only barely giving thought to the words. Not quite the right ritual, but it would still work. "And I am yours. There is no darkness in this world that will be able to stand before us."

"I will walk with you Sam, through light and shadow and follow where you lead." As a soldier and Omega, it will be easy to follow orders, to lead where Sam directs him. Gadreel will stand with him as a warrior and offer what skill he has to the hunt to keep him safe.

He knows what it means to be an Omega, that he will suffer through overwhelming drives to mate during heats, but Gadreel won't presume that Sam will claim him in such a fashion. Not yet.

In all honesty, Sam doesn't know what he's going to do then. He has the same urges that all Alphas do, of course, but he wouldn't presume that an Omega wanted to be with him just because of those urges.

Still, when he pulls away, Sam's smile is wide and bright. "You're going to have to meet Dean and Castiel. My brother and his...bonded." His mate, really, but Sam wasn't always certain on the protocol when it came to mating with angels. Maybe it was looked down on.

Sam was attractive, and Gadreel would certainly not turn him down if it came to that. But intimacy was a discussion to have later, so he sets that aside for now.

"Bonded? I thought they had been mated?" Or did humans not approve of such things? He apparently still has a lot to learn. "I have heard stories of Castiel since my release. He is an honorable warrior."

Sam's shoulders relaxed a bit. "Mates, yes. I'm just...it's always a bit difficult to know what to call them around other angels. Dean and I didn't exactly grow up around other Hunters much. I didn't want to say that and accidentally insult you."

The smile widened, though, at the rest of it. "He's a good guy, yeah. And good for Dean, too. Dean's relaxed a lot since he and Castiel mated." Finding the bunker and making a home had been part of that, too, but it wouldn't have been as much, most likely, had it not been for Castiel.

"The higher orders of angels object to being called mates, but I can assure you, the rest do not. Most Omegas talk among themselves about the potential of being paired with a hunter, the one they were destined for." And the mating itself, the union of bodies, the power of an Alpha and the tantalizing tales of how it feels to be knotted.

"It sounds as if they have realized their true potential together." Something he hopes to realize one day with Sam.

"I think they have." Not that Sam was all that certain about what their potential was. And something he hoped he could find with Gadreel. "Well, as my bonded, you'll probably be spending most of your time here, so I should probably give you the grand tour."

And a tour it was, because the Bunker still had stuff that he and Dean were discovering.

And Sam was finding that he didn't want to let go of Gadreel's hand at all.

It felt nice, the way Sam's hand wrapped around his as they walked. A different sort of brush from the way graces would intertwine in heaven, but he found he almost preferred this. Smaller, more intimate touches.

"I would like that."

The library was magnificent, the armory impressive and the garage full of vehicles that he was assured Dean took care of. Which was a relief. "I can help in the library and the armory, but I'm afraid my knowledge of cars ends with how to operate them."

"Because I was one of the guardians of Eden, my skills lay in weapons and defensive spells. I can examine the wards around the bunker and shore up any that may need strengthening."

Sam smiles at that and shakes his head. "I think Dean would probably have a fit if anybody tried touching the engines of his cars." And, seriously, all of the cars were Dean's. "Besides, between me and him, we tend to do pretty well on the 'keeping the cars running' bit. Especially with being able to call Bobby."

Sometimes, life didn't entirely suck, after all. "Shoring up the wards would be a massive help, though. Cas is pretty good, but any extra help is always appreciated. And the library is my domain, so you're always welcome there."

It's the small reassurances that remind Gadreel that he's welcome there, that he's not an unwanted burden foisted on Sam and his family. Reminders that he can visit the library, lose himself in books and spells as he worked to strengthen what had already been built. Contributing.

"Then I will do what I can for the library as well. Translation spells if they are needed, or working to transcribe what you may need."

Unexpected, perhaps, but not unwanted in the least.

"Both of which would be big helps," Sam admits with a smile, then pauses. "I know...well, we're bonded. Or meant to be. But may I kiss you?"

He wasn't going to assume physicality at all. Not until Gadreel gave clear consent.

Most Alphas didn't ask for consent. They simply took what was theirs because no one else could stop them from doing it.

But Sam was quickly proving to him that not all Alphas were alike. They were meant to be bonded and when the time came, he would gladly give himself to the wolf as a mate. A partner.

"Yes. I would like that.. very much." Sam had already been close enough to press his face into his neck and Gadreel wanted him near again, even if it was for a few brief moments.

A kiss was different from just scenting. Sam squeezed Gadreel's hand before stepping forward into his space. Not that angels had much in the way of personal space. He stopped just short of pressing against Gadreel as he bent his head, closing the inch difference in their height to press an almost chaste kiss against the angel's lips.

Almost chaste. Because he followed it up with a sweep of the tip of his tongue.

The kiss was soft and gentle, just a press of warm lips. It was also Gadreel's first, and his hands slid up Sam's arms in response, not quite ready to break the intimate contact. A faint brushing of tongue was enough to elicit a soft rumble of contentment as his lips part in reply. More. He wants to stay close, wants to feel a bit more of the kiss before they part.

Sam very carefully doesn't step forward, leaving that to Gadreel if he wants. He does settle his hands on the other man's hips, though, as his tongue dips between Gadreel's parted lips. It's very much not his first time kissing and he takes his time, keeping it slow and gentle, no pressure and doing his best to invite Gadreel to explore as well.

The patience is appreciated as Gadreel takes a moment to get used to the feel of Sam's lips, the careful dance to lips and tongue and where his hands should go. After a moment of dithering, he simply slides his hands along the Alpha's shoulders, pressing in closer.

Too much. Not enough. It was enough to send his vessel a bit haywire as his pulse spiked in response to the contact, a soft sound slipping free as he grew a bit bolder, his tongue darting into Sam's mouth.

The one he was made for. The one he'd waited for since the beginning.

Sam.

It's very careful, Sam wanting so much not to overwhelm Gadreel. He lets his own hands drop to Gadreel's waist, just laying them there while they kiss slowly. He does his best to let the angel set the pace of the kiss.

It feels like far more than just a kiss, though. Not the bond entirely, but it felt like a warmth settling in his chest. Eventually, he has to break the kiss in order to breathe, pressing his forehead to Gadreel's. "Thank you."

The weight of Sam's hands on his waist, the soft play of their lips together, it was perfect. Sam was perfect. His scent was warm and the way it mingled on their skin told Gadreel that this was the wolf for him. His intended.

And while he may not need to breathe, that doesn't stop him from letting out a shaky breath of his own, gently squeezing the Alpha's shoulders. "I am for you Sam. Whatever you may need of me." As long as he can stay close to him.

Sam smiles, drawing the angel closer. "And whatever you need of me, too," he reminds Gadreel before pulling back. "Let's go find my brother and his mate. Introduce you properly." And he's grinning because, after all of his failures and all the darkness he'd created and gone through, he was still worthy of an angel as a mate.

Well. As long as Gadreel was okay with being his mate.

The first month went smoothly enough. There had been a couple of hunts, but nothing to keep Sam and Dean away from the Bunker for longer than a few days. Which was good, because Sam felt himself itching to be home whenever they were gone. He knew part of it was the whole 'unmated Alpha' thing, part of it being that Gadreel stayed behind to do the research that they would need. As the month wore on, it got worse. Until the day he and Dean returned from their latest hunt and he could scent the impending heat in the air.

Sam glanced to Dean, who shooed him off. Because that scent wasn't Castiel's, which they both knew pretty well by this point. Sam nodded in relief, going straight for the library. If Gadreel wanted comfort, that was probably where he'd gone.

His first month at the bunker had been nothing short of incredible. Surrounded by people that he grew to care about, every room filled with familiar scents that were swiftly associated with home and safety and affection. Castiel and his mate went out of their way to make him feel welcome and Gadreel was already thinking of them as pack. As family.

Sam and Dean were powerful Alphas, but they were kind to him, welcomed him into the Bunker and into their lives. He roamed the library, delved into the ancient tomes and shared the knowledge he'd retained to help the Alphas on any hunts that called them away and every night that Sam was at the Bunker, they shared a bed, wrapped close and comfortable without the pressure of sex.

Which isn't to say that Gadreel didn't wonder. He was curious, yes. But Sam was giving him space to adjust and the Omega was grateful for it.

The itch of heat had been burning beneath his skin for days now, leaving him flushed and distracted as he waited for Sam to return to the Bunker. He spends most of his time in the library, trying to read, to find some way to occupy his thoughts while he waited for Sam to come home. The familiar scent of sunlight and pine has him moving, setting his book aside to follow it.

Sam. Sam was home.

It isn't very surprising to see Gadreel walking toward him long before he reaches the library. Wolf senses are incredibly good, after all, and that meant that Gadreel would have been able to scent him at about the same time that Sam had caught his scent.

He crosses the last few steps between them, catching Gadreel in a tight hug as he leans down to bury his nose in the juncture of shoulder and neck. Only once he has drunk his fill there does he lift his head to capture Gadreel's mouth in a possessive kiss. Gadreel, to his wolf, smells entirely of 'home' and 'mate'.

The greeting has become customary after time spent apart and Gadreel tips his head to the side for Sam to nuzzle in close. They've grown close over the past month and Gadreel knows that Sam is truly meant to be his mate, his Alpha. His fingers clutch at Sam's shoulders, returning the kiss eagerly until the need for air drives them apart.

He's never experienced anything like the drive of heat before, the desire to mate and give himself fully over to another. "Sam.. I need.. I feel.." The sensations are difficult to describe, instinct screaming to take over.

"I'm ready Sam. Please. I need you." If Sam doesn't touch him, doesn't claim him, he might crawl right out of his own skin. "Please."

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