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A/B/O

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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"Yeah. I should - I should probably get off campus soon unless I want - " Unless she wants to blow all her hard work with making people think she's a beta and risk every day being like York's class, and there's a little spike of anxiety in her scent at the thought.

So. No. Not a good option.

"I probably only have, like - " She pauses and concentrates, pays attention to what her body is telling her. The way her skin prickles and the faint ache in her abdomen aren't exactly pre-heat, but they're not business as usual, either. "A day at this rate, maybe?"

He takes a step closer, tossing his cane in the direction of her bed as he reached out for her, the hint of anxiety in her scent making him react without thought. He grabs her arm, holding it, trying not to pull her in closer as he draws in her scent. "Soon, then. Like... now?" Because if he was going to have to go back to his dorm alone, he was going to have to do it before her scent got him to a point where that wasn't an option for him.

"I, um. Maybe? I should go, at least, I could meet you somewhere if you don't want to skip the rest of the day or have stuff you need to deal with first?" Like... packing whatever, and notifying professors, although he'll probably have a way easier time of it than she did cause of bullshit societal reasons.

"That's what phones are for." And anything that involved her and him in a room together for two to five days would likely not involve clothing. His fingers gave her arm a slight squeeze, Matt just a little taller than her as he directed his face her way, eyes not-focusing on her lips. "I'm not feeling especially... inclined to leave you just yet."

"Okay."

It's probably not a great idea to be initiating close contact at the moment because they're still at Columbia and they have things to do, still, but - she hugs him anyway.

It's been a shitty day. A shitty several days, that she's been handling on her own, which is fine cause Foggy can handle it, mostly, but now there's Matt and he's - at least for the next few days - her alpha, and - basically, no one would blame her if she wanted a little comfort, she's pretty sure.

His arms wind around her almost of their own volition, Matt tucking her head under his chin, soothing her with his presence and scent. He was a little unsure about just exactly where this was going to go; he'd had a few ruts before, but generally locked up by himself and dosed up, or one time with a willing beta to take the edge off. He'd never lost himself with an omega before, never been around one who wasn't already 'taken' or locked up tight.

That it was Foggy seemed to just make his protective urges spike up to an eleven. "Okay. It's okay. Whatever happens, we'll manage it together, right? Nelson and Murdock."

"Yeah." It sounds nice, the way he says their names together, and she lets her brain shut off for a second while she just relaxes into his arms and his scent. They're not out of the woods yet; they still have arrangements to make, and she needs to get off campus before it's so obvious what she is that she won't be able to hide it anymore. But she'll figure out how to deal with that in a minute. Right now, she's in an alpha's arms, her alpha's arms, and he's sweet and kind and just... ridiculously attractive, and she's not going to have to worry about getting through her heat alone because he's going to take care of her.

Right now, that's about all she can think to ask for. And right now, her body's definitely starting to go into pre-heat, although it's way too early for anyone with weaker senses or even Foggy herself to notice, and they can probably kick that estimate of a day down to more like four to six hours.

She starts to disentangle herself from the hug, reluctant. "--Right. We should go."

His senses are enough to pick up on it, and he almost doesn't let her go when she moves to back away, those alpha instincts starting to react to the waving flags of an omega going into heat. But reason bled through, and he slid his hands up to her shoulders, drawing her away from him as he forced them apart a little bit. "Now would be good, Foggy. You're, ah... If we're going to get somewhere safe, I'd rather not make an ass of myself where your roommate might walk in. I'll call for a car service."

"Okay. You call, I'll just grab a couple things and be ready in a minute." The hotel will provide most of what they need as part of the service and they're probably not going to be wearing clothes a lot, but she still shoves some clothes in a bag, more or less randomly because they're less because she thinks she needs something to wear and more because she'll be more comfortable if there's things around that smell like her. It's part of why she grabs a little bottle of her usual body wash and a couple random things from around the room - less for utilitarian use, more so that wherever they end up will smell enough like home for her to relax.

Of course, Matt will be there. That'll help, too.

"Ready."

He made the call, listening to her bustle around the room as if she was trying to keep herself busy, smiling a little to himself before he had to give the address of the college dorms they were in, then the hotel they'd be going to -- which he then also called ahead to so he could guarantee they had a room waiting for them and wouldn't find out last minute that it was booked full.

Moving over to her bed, where he'd thrown his cane, he bent to pat around the mattress for it, even though he knew exactly where it was. His fingers closed around it and he tipped his head over to her, picking up that sense of anticipation that wafted around her. "Right. Car should be there in a couple minutes. We can--," he was cut off by a beep from his phone, reaching in his pocket and hitting a button to have Siri say that the car was already there. "Or now. Ah... let's go?"

"Quick service," she says, and he can't see it but there's the start of a smile in her voice. Foggy shoulders her bag and moves a little closer, intentionally allowing her arm to brush against his in a wordless offer, letting him know where it is if he wants her to lead him again.

"Probably for the best, considering..." Considering that his instincts were rising rather quickly when it came to alpha vs omega issues. He can 'see' her put her arm out, but he feels a shiver of something close to anticipation when he feels her arm brush him instead. He reaches out for it, grabbing her up near the wrist and letting his fingers trail along her arm before he holds her by her elbow. "Lead the way, Ms. Nelson."

"As always, Mr. Murdock," she says, miles away away from the subdued way she responded last time he took her arm and called her that. Instead of turning in the direction of the elevator, she heads the opposite direction, steering them away from the more populated areas of the dorm. "I'm taking us to the stairs almost no one uses," she tells him, assuming the logic behind the choice will be pretty self-evident.

"Good thinking. I'm, ah... sorry. About how I'm reacting to you. It's not... I'm not mad. I guess I just wasn't expecting to respond so much to you. Just... let me know, okay? If anything's over the line." He could stand drilling a hole in the wall to fuck. He couldn't stand having her hate him over something neither of them could control past a certain point.

"It's okay," she says, and it's... not quite true because he did scare her for a little while there. But she understands. Instincts are... Well. Even on your best day, they're hard to navigate. And this hasn't been the best day. "I get it." And then, when they get to the stairwell, "Door - I have it."

The quiet little answers weren't doing much towards making him feel better about his behavior, and he gave her a tight-lipped smile as he stepped through the door. Nose up in the air, he picked up the scents of everyone nearby. Mostly alphas and a few betas smattered through it, a sigh leaving him as he realized that he was going to continue to have an issue with her being out in public until her heat was stilled, or her scent blockers could work again. Fortunately, all drivers for car services were betas, so the driver wouldn't react to either of them, and he wouldn't feel threatened or upset about the driver's presence. "I think the car's around the front."

"Okay. We'll find it in a minute."

She announces the steps as they reach them. There aren't that many flights to go, and as she suspected, no one else is actually using the steps at the moment. She's not sure if it would be better to take him through the stairs exit on the bottom floor and walk around the building to the front or go through a more populated area of the building, but she decides to give the exit a try.

More people around, but more space for scents to get diluted. To be on the safe side, she presses in to him closer than usual before they go outside, in the hopes that it will make him feel a little less inclined to start growling at other people again.

The scents would never be diluted enough for him, not with his range, but her pressing in against him helped. It kept him from outright snarling at anyone they passed, and he heard the car up ahead, slowly steering her towards it while trying not to seem like he was. One spoiled secret at a time. That's all they could handle right now. "I think we have less time than you thought, Foggy. Your... scent is a lot stronger now than it was before."

He was hoping that would make her steps quicken, knowing that she had been hiding her status for a reason, and she probably wouldn't want it spilled now.

"Shit," she mutters, and it does make her steps quicken. He's probably right; that prickling in her skin she felt earlier is getting more noticeable, which means things are progressing faster than she thought they would. Which means the stress definitely triggered her heat early. And stress heats can kinda suck. They're harder to predict and they take longer to recover from because the body doesn't get the full time it needs to start storing up nutrients and preparing.

Of course - she's not going into this one alone this time. And she should probably talk to him about that a bit more, but after they get somewhere more private. "I think I see our car," she announces, steering them towards the correct vehicle.

"Good." Good. Into a confined space with her while she was starting to smell like something he wanted to drape himself over, roll in, cover with his own scent. That was a great idea.

Sigh.

But the sooner they got to the hotel, the better, and he just had to keep up with her and keep control of himself until they got there. Then they could talk. Or... not talk.

Or they could chat on the way, because if Foggy's going into heat way faster than she thought, then there's only so much time she's going to be, uh, lucid and coherent enough to ask the responsible questions.

Happily, there's a little window between them and the driver, so they have... semi-privacy. "So, um - have you done this before?"

He was surprised by the question, looking over in her direction with both brows raised. "Ah... define 'this'. I'm pretty sure you're aware that I'm not a virgin, so..." He was trying to get back into that joking, teasing manner they were used to, but she was sitting there, close, but not close enough, and he found himself twisting parts of his cane in his hands, back to fidgeting again.

Oh, good, they can both fidget nervously. She flexes her fingers against her leg, trying to ignore the urge to drift closer to him or the beginnings of extra-sensitivity that accompanies the prickling in her skin. "I meant, um, being with an omega during their heat."

"Ah. No, no. I..." Well, embarrassment was going to have to be tucked away for now. He might want to keep some things to himself, but she'd had her secret outed unintentionally. The least he could do was share a little with her. Make her feel less awkward. "I've only ever had an... well, an active rut with a beta once. Any other time I've missed my meds, I've holed up alone. I'll admit, I'm not really sure what to expect with an omega." And he was a little nervous about it, both because it was new territory and because it was her.

He'd heard stories about alpha and omega pairings, and they'd been both terrifying and excitingly enticing.

"Okay." She's quiet for a moment, trying to decide what she needs to tell him and how. "It's mostly instinct after a certain point. Just don't... bite my neck or anything," she says, which she figures is kind of obvious unless he wants to end up bonded to her, but it still kind of needs to be said. "I'm on contraceptive but we'll probably want to use condoms, if - " Her skin heats up, and for now it's more awkward embarrassment than the heat. "Um, if we remember. I can get kind of out of it, and I might need help remembering to drink enough to not get dehydrated." Especially since her body hasn't really had enough time to store liquids like it's supposed to.

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