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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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A brush of a hand to his thick, split lip was supposed to show that he wasn’t in pain and hardly needed assistance, but to be perfectly honest, Jim wanted the fussing. It had nothing to do with gender roles, learned or ingrained. This wasn’t about the Omega tending to the Alpha. He just thought that it had been a long while since he had been pampered and wouldn’t it be nice to feel that now too?

He sunk back into the sofa after telling Sasan that he would leave treatment to his capable hands and watched the other man leave the room. His eyes might have fixated slightly on body parts of particular interest to the male Alpha mind.

“How are you still walking anyway? I saw you with at least seven different drinks.” Yep. He’d been watching.

Everyone liked being pampered sometimes. Sasan was happy to do so for Jim. He may have taken the opportunity to wiggle his hips a little as he walked off to get the supplies, as well.

He came back with a couple glasses of water, whatever generic painkiller he could find, and a very warm washcloth. As he got out tablets for them both to take, he grinned at Jim's question. "Oh, you noticed, did you?" How long had he been at the bar, anyway? "Well, I have a pretty good natural tolerance- and I may have worked that up some, too. I probably could've done twice that with no problem...ish." He waved his hand side-to-side to indicate that may not entirely be the case. Still, Sasan was remarkably steady for the amount he'd consumed.

"What? You usually don't drink that much in a night?" he asked, a little teasingly. Since coming here, Sasan hadn't been drinking nearly as much on a regular basis, either. It'd been a bit odd for him, but he actually had real work now, so cutting back just naturally happened.

Once Jim got some water, Sasan dabbed the wet washcloth over his lip. It was still quite warm, but he was sure it'd still sting at least a little. Still, it'd be good to get anything off of it that needed to be cleaned off, so it could heal properly.

When was the last time Jim had been with someone so irresistibly cute? He wasn't just talking appearance -- though that outfit, the hair, and the way he held himself did lend to a certain charm -- but how he spoke and the things he said, it just felt warming. Jim was actually blushing, but it had to do with the pain, the ice and then warmth, and the amount he'd had to drink. He was quite the drinker too, though he shot his alcohols hard and neat and a little scotch could go a long way.

"I use to drink very heavily until you started coming over to force me to binge watch things on Netflix." Force was not the right word. Jim had never said no and he'd stopped attempting to make him feel unwelcome when it was obvious that Sasan didn't take hints too well. Or didn't care. Or Jim himself wasn't trying nearly as hard as he should.

He didn't hiss or wince as Sasan finished cleaning him up. He just watched his mouth and marveled at the taste of it still on his lips.

"I think I prefer Netflix to that bar, though. Wow. I just said that. I'm getting old." He laughed, which pulled on his lip, and that did make him wince.

Sasan laughed along with Jim. "Guess I'm getting old, too, because I feel the same way. Or maybe we just found the best person to watch Netflix with." He was aware of Jim staring at his lips. He tried not to betray the fact that he was aware of it, as his mouth curved up into a smile. "Plus, that's the way you're supposed to do Netflix, or so I hear. Always marathon."

Maybe it was all right that they were both fairly boring all of a sudden. Sasan felt they both got plenty of excitement at work. (although clearly Jim got a little more than Sasan did)

He finally put the washcloth down. "There, all done. Can I help you to bed? You look like you're due to pass out anytime, now." Whether that was an accurate assessment or more teasing was hard to say. Regardless, Sasan was offering.

He should brush the product out of his hair and the remains of the blood and alcohol from his teeth. He should carefully take off his shoes and belt, hang up his shirt, and get into a pair of sleeping pants. There was a routine to getting ready for bed, and Jim tended to follow it because there was something normal about that. Tonight would be a new sort of normal, the kind where he wouldn't be at it alone, where someone else's fingers would be on the buttons of his shirt.

He'd not wanted to push anything. He wasn't quite in his right mind and he had no idea about Sasan. This was new territory here, and once again Jim didn't seem to be capable of doing anything the normal way.

Still, it felt good to win a potential Omega through a fist fight and some Alpha posturing. And it felt good to stand in his bedroom and undress one too. Jim nuzzled against Sasan's ear once they were both bare chested. The hair on Sasan was new to him but he liked it, even as his hands stayed at his waist and never traveled higher or lower. They would have to get into bed soon, but for the moment, Jim was just getting to know Sasan a little better physically.

Sasan was happy to help Jim with his routine. He wasn't sure if Jim would want him to stay here or on the couch. But when he wasn't dismissed in any way, he let himself enjoy this ritual of putting them to bed. It was quiet and intimate, and Sasan had never known he wanted things just this way. Jim got his shirt off, and then pressed close. Sasan took the opportunity to lightly kiss Jim's shoulder and press his face to the crook of Jim's neck. The Alpha smelled of hard liquor and sweat, and Sasan hoped he could just memorize it.

His hands brushed over Jim's bare arms, but he didn't go anywhere beyond that, really. Sasan pulled his pants down and left himself in boxers. That was hopefully not crossing the line, but he didn't want to sleep in skinny jeans- that could probably mess up circulation or something, right?

He breathed a happy sigh and tugged Jim lightly to the bed. "It's really hard not to kiss you right now, you know," he said quietly, a tired smile gracing his features. "And your hair is still amazing." Sasan's was all messed up, at this point.

"You can kiss me," Jim promised as he stepped over Sasan's jeans. He was eternally fascinated over what the other chose to wear and that extended, it seemed, to what went on beneath the surface. Jim's underwear happened to be mid-thigh jockeys with a low rose waistband in dark grey. Against white sheets and his naturally tanned skin, it would look beyond amazing, but he didn't wear them for their looks, just their comfort.

He'd been trying to behave himself in all of this since it was his own rule, but Jim found a desire to lightly stroke down the curve of his spine towards where the roundness of his ass fitted into that underwear. He wanted to follow that along with his lips--

Maybe he shouldn't have asked Sasan to stay. He had trouble controlling himself at this particular moment. He wished he could blame his hormones but he just didn't go into rut. This was all Sasan's doing.

Sasan's underwear, oddly enough, was one thing he didn't plan at all today. He just wore his most comfortable pair of black boxer-briefs. Clearly, he wasn't intending on taking clothes off today. Jim did look amazing, of course- Sasan wasn't expecting anything else. As close as they were, Sasan only got glimpses of muscles and other definition, and it was delicious that way.

When he got permission to kiss, Sasan laughed with a quiet, breathy tone. "Okay, but if I hurt your lip again, I'll stop." He leaned in and started with Jim's cheek, cupping the Alpha's face in his hands. He moved slowly and methodically to Jim's lips. He wouldn't linger there (not unless Jim wanted him to), but he wanted to taste those lips again.

Sasan promised himself he wouldn't let this go too far. Jim had said they should wait till tomorrow before they tried again. And Jim was probably farther gone than he was, drinking-wise. But Sasan just couldn't resist that face when given permission, for the moment.

The only time Jim winced was when they were getting settled back into bed. It was just difficult not to, ribs bruised and the softness of the mattress not offering him much support. He still insisted on holding Sasan to sleep, though, not because it didn't hurt but because it felt good to nudge his nose against the hair at the back of his neck.

Jim wasn't really that complicated. He liked very simple things. Sasan had just been so... Strange.

And now he was everything to him. Okay. Maybe that was getting head of himself.

Jack and Gabriel were just about getting home as well, though home for them was a very nice hotel room until they could find and purchase a place to live. Jack was pretty amused, not just because of Gabriel's warring desires for modernity and homeliness, but because watching Sasan and Jim limping down the street in front of the restaurant they were seated on the second floor of at the time.

This entire day had been nicer than Gabriel had ever expected, and he already felt settled in his new role of the Expecting. He'd spent his extra hours before dinner looking up pregnancy books and researching everything he could, then they had a fantastic dinner that truly felt extravagant. They talked nearly the entire time, plans and homes and whatever came to mind.

Gabriel had gone back to playing with the app they'd called up on the tablet, in order to look at homes. He was about to point one out (he was particularly excited about it), but saw Jack's attention was elsewhere. Huh, that was a very familiar couple of figures down there. "Wow, what happened?" he asked, his own amusement adding to Jack's. "Guess Jim finally got a fight."

He considered yelling down at them, but they both looked off in their own world. As usual. "Are those two together yet?" he asked with a smirk. "I know we took it fast, but they don't have to compensate for it."

"You can't rush love," Jack said, watching the pair. "You find it and you hope it sticks." He and Gabriel were different. Their emotional bond was hormonal, but Jack knew that would change. It might change just as soon as he could smell the pregnancy on Gabriel or it might take a little longer for his emotions to kick in.

And he was sure that Gabriel was in love with the idea of love. He wanted to be cared for and carrying a baby was just a state of being that allowed it to happen. They might be house hunting online (Jack thought there was too much space in the one Gabriel picked out) but this was a slow process.

Jack glanced back at the tablet and set his all too attractive chin in the palm of his hand.

"We might have just about unlimited amounts of money, but there's only three of us. And I'm not really a stay at home type. Don't you want to stay closer to this area?"

Gabriel huffed a sigh at Jack's response. He hadn't been talking about love...just sort of implying it. Calling it out only drew attention to the fact that Jack didn't love him. And as wrapped up as Gabriel was trying to get with all of this, he still missed Mohinder. But he was trying to keep those thoughts locked as far away as possible.

"I've never lived in a big place like that," he replied, more seriously. "I thought it might be a nice change of pace, from all the cells I've recently been in. But you're right, it's impractical. An apartment around here would be better. Didn't Torchwood have an open apartment already? I remember seeing that right before the cottage."

He stared at the screen for a few long moments, trying to push his sudden frustration onto something else. "...it's going to be awhile before I get back to work, huh? I wonder if I'll be bored."

He felt the frustration and Jack regretted what he had said immediately. His hand reached out to cover Gabriel's knuckles with his larger hand. "An apartment doesn't have to be small. Or even one story. But I would like the master bedroom to be on the first floor. You can teleport yourself perfectly fine now but you won't always be so aerodynamic. If we stay in the downtown area, you won't get bored. You can walk to work. Just because you can't time travel doesn't mean you can't work."

They had been having a nice night. Jack's hang ups and Gabriel's inability to completely forget Mohinder shouldn't put them at odds.

He took the tablet and zoomed into the water front. "Five bedroom, three bath bi-level at Adventures Quay. Look. Helix stairs and two level balconies." He scooted towards the other so they could flick through the photos.

Keeping a mate happy was difficult but Jack wanted to try his best here.

"Oh," said Gabriel, as he flicked through the pictures. He'd been settled into sort of a downward spiral, continually kicking little frustrations into larger ones- but this did get his attention. He hadn't really paid too much attention to the living spaces around here before- there was no reason to- so he had no idea what was available in terms of places to live. He hadn't expected something like this to be hidden in the large, blocky apartment buildings. "That's beautiful. And it's much closer."

He flicked through a few more pictures and then laughed to himself. "The stairs wouldn't even be a problem for me, here. I could use my telekinesis to get at everything I need." He wiggled his fingers. "I could even float myself up and down if I needed to, but can you imagine?" He'd look like a big, pregnant balloon.

And just like that, it was all shut away again. He wouldn't be cut off from everything, and this new life would be a great one (even if it wasn't what he originally planned). Not only that, but Jack was trying really hard, here. "I like it. Let's give that one a look when we can. And- I should let you handle the tablet from here on, I think. I'm apparently better at finding gloomy mansions than I am at finding anything else." Jack still had a hand over his, Gabriel turned his palm upward and squeezed Jack's hand back.

"There will be a few units we can look at. If they're occupied, we can offer the occupants a more than fair moving fee." Jack never threw his weight around like this but his Omega needed a comfortable and safe place to nest. Making Gabriel happy made himself happy too and he would gladly, so very gladly, do anything to make Gabriel smile. "And hey. If we can get something open concept so you can float whatever you need to you, all the better."

The thought of Gabriel heavily pregnant with his child was making the alpha perhaps a little overly amorous. He grinned, leaning in to kiss the other's lips. Sweetly. Softly.

"But if you really want a gloomy castle somewhere, I can get you that too." Jack's mentality was to aim to please at the moment.

Gabriel probably shouldn't be so pleased that Jack was willing to push people out of their living space for his benefit, but he thought it was great. "I really would look like a balloon, then," he said, with a small smile.

He settled quietly into the kiss, feeling far more content. "No gloomy castles. You know the city better, you have the better ideas. Right now, anyway. Maybe in a lifetime or two we can give a castle a try. Pretend to be vampires and scare the neighbors." Gabriel wiggled his fingers, chuckled, and settled back in his chair.

He kept his hand on Jack's, just feeling the air in between them for a few moments. He wasn't used to feeling like he wanted to settle somewhere. The contentment was fairly new, too (if not just a little bit forced). He knew some of this was the situation and some was the emotional bond. It still felt strange and new.

"Is there anything you want, out of a place to live?" he asked Jack, unsure if it mattered much to him. He wanted Jack to be happy. What Gabriel wanted the most was a happy family, even if theirs was kind of thrown together. But Jack had been right- he really didn't seem like the stay-at-home type. "Nice views, big kitchen- I am going to learn to cook, you know....quiet area? Anything sound nice to come back to?"

Jack was quiet, not because he was thinking or trying to diplomatically put something into words. No. He was actually surprised. No one tended to ask him what he wanted. He was the hard sell, the strong arm, the interrogator, the great sacraficer. Sure, he was the boss too, and everyone assumed that what the boss commanded, the boss wanted, and with work, that was true. But in his personal life, Jack lived in a tiny room in the Hub where he could see the stars on cloudless nights. He had never been assertive in relationships either, always catering to something or someone.

So this was surprising.

"Gabe, I can tell you honestly that I have no idea what I want out of a place to live besides a bed." He pulled his hand to his lips and kissed the back. "I want... I want somewhere safe. I want... I want a jacuzzi. And... Color. No white walls. Nothing clinical. And soft, soft lights. I want you there. And I want our children there."

Jack was actually surprised by the question, and Gabriel's smile widened slightly. He hadn't been sure what to expect out of the emotional bond, not having dealt with emotions particularly well without someone else attached to them. But knowing that Jack had been surprised meant that Gabriel didn't think he was trying to pick his words or tiptoe around anything. It meant that Jack hadn't thought Gabriel would bother to check- not that this was a particularly odd assumption, as Gabriel was recently new to being concerned for anyone other than his mother. It meant Gabriel had a little more of a glimpse into the mystery of this man he was bonded to for the next forever or so.

He thought he might really enjoy the challenge of figuring out more about Jack and what he wanted, and being the one to give it to him.

"See? You've got the best ideas. That all sounds fantastic," Gabriel said, eyes sliding upwards as he pictured some possibilities. "I wouldn't have even thought of a jacuzzi." But now he definitely wanted one. "I know you're not always going to be there, but I want you to be happy when you are."

Gabriel leaned his chin in his hand, thinking about how to accomplish everything Jack requested. It all seemed rather easy, to be honest. "You know that anywhere I am is going to be fairly safe, right? I'll make sure of it. In fact, I'm probably going to have to make sure I don't go overboard at times." If their child ever got bullied, for instance, it might make for more than teacher's meetings. But maybe their child wouldn't be the type to get bullied. They might have Jack's more charming personality. "What do you think our baby's going to be like?" he mused, half to himself.

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