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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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[Alpha, but open to Omega with specific pairings. Cast, MCU, and crosscanon welcome (No Kilgraves). 21+]

[Likely Alpha, but can discuss Omega for specific pairings. Cast, MCU, and crosscanon welcome. 21+]

[*chinhands* well hello there. Any ideas for these two? I'm inclined towards omega for Foggy. Or beta. Or omega passing as a beta as much as possible because I imagine being an obviously omega lawyer would probably be... difficult.]

[I could definitely get behind the Omega trying to pass as a Beta idea. We could do something of a mix with 2, 4, 5? Or one or all? I'm pretty easygoing on this.]

[Omega, but no submissive outside of bed. (In bed... well.) Interested in 2, 3, 5.]

[All three sounds good, though maybe 4 and 5 for starters. I figure we might want to set this during Columbia since I can't imagine he wouldn't have found out during then. ...I'm also super-tempted to adapt in a thing from the comics where they kind of bonded when a professor falsely accused Foggy of plagiarism to get him kicked out. Because that would be really easy to adapt to this verse, I think.

y/n?]

[Collage is good, but I'm not at all familiar with comics, so any lines from that will go over my head.]

[OOC: Any role.]

[OOC: Omega]

[OOC: Any role.]

Becoming an omega lawyer is just... a questionable life decision, honestly, and when Foggy jokingly tells people that her mom thought she'd have been way better off as a butcher, she's only partly joking. The profession isn't as hostile to omegas as it used to be, but it's not exactly welcoming omegas with open arms, either. Thanks to scent blockers and suppressants, Foggy sidesteps this by passing as beta, and that works out pretty great for her.

Most of the time.

Not when she tries to get her prescriptions renewed and is informed by her doctor that she's overdue for a 'go off suppressants and make sure all your reproductive organs still work' heat. Which is going to be, objectively, the worst. Technically, her professors are supposed to accommodate heats and meet her halfway on stuff like paper deadlines and not give her shit for it. She just has to notify them. And sure, she can choose not to disclose why this is happening, she can just say Medical Condition, but honestly? Most teachers just figure it out on their own.

So yeah. Going off suppressants, body gearing up with a cocktail of hormones for what's probably going to be a really sucky heat to get through alone, and the stress of going around praying that none of her teachers are going to be assholes about this? God, scent blockers are good but not that good. She still smells like a beta to the average person, but that's only going to last so long if she can't keep things under control.

And she's doing pretty great at that, honestly she is, until she gets to her first class with Professor York after talking to him, and he's - okay, he's kind of a terrible guy under the best circumstances. He doesn't like anyone. But god, that class rapidly turns into the Foggy Nelson Fuck You show. It's stunning, honestly, the way he keeps targeting her with all the most difficult questions and twisting all her answers around until she sounds like an idiot, and casually belittling and insulting anything she says that he can't dismiss.

She's blinking past tears for pretty much the last ten minutes of class and books it out of the room as quickly as humanly possible the second class is over, because if she doesn't find somewhere quiet and relatively private to get her shit together then she's going to turn into every stereotype of 'oversensitive omega can't handle a little aggression' ever, and wouldn't that just be the perfect cap to this afternoon.

Scent suppressors could work for most people, but Matt hadn't been 'most people' for awhile now. He'd known during their first meeting what Foggy was, but he'd also known that she was trying very hard to cover that fact, and as he had secrets of his own, he wasn't of the mind to ruin that facade she'd fabricated. It seemed to be working for her, and since they'd become friends, the last thing he'd wanted to do was to upset her or piss her off for no legitimate reason. He as an alpha, which wasn't that uncommon in their preferred profession, blind or not. They'd gotten into a pattern, the pair of them hooking up and working together, helping each other through classes and just generally finding a preference to be around the other as opposed to joining a larger group.

He'd known she was upset about something, but she hadn't offered the information and he wasn't going to push -- but he was certainly picking up that something had changed about her scent. Not the scent blockers, since she continued to take those, but he was picking up something decidedly 'un-beta' about her.

What that was clarified for him when he was in class with her and Professor York. He sat nearby, jaw clenched tight to keep his mouth shut and hand gripping a pencil until it snapped in his palm -- all because his alpha nature was picking up on an omega in distress. Not just an omega, but his best friend, someone he was close to. His omega. He could pick up the scent of salt, knowing she was close to crying, and fighting back the urge to growl, snap, and literally lunge at their goddamn idiotic Professor. He didn't know what the man's problem was, but it was clear to everyone in the class that he was taking a decided interest in trying to make his friend feel like shit.

Watching her dart out of the classroom immediately after proved that it had worked. He wanted to run after her, and he got up to do that, but he made sure that his exit out of the glass had him intentionally ramming a shoulder too hard into the Professor's shoulder. "Sorry," he said, with no truth behind that word, "I guess maybe people should be more aware of their surroundings." He couldn't give the man a deathglare from behind his glasses, but the white edge around his jaw as he grit his teeth may have shown his annoyance. So might the subtle growl and the aura of 'willing to fuck you up' that all but flowed off him like a tangible thing.

Leaving the classroom, he didn't put much effort into playing the blind act too much, barely using his cane as he followed his nose to track down his friend. "Foggy? Hey, wait up."

She is - she feels like a mess right now, hormonal and hurt and pissed at York for being an asshole and pissed at herself for letting him get to her and for not having not just been born a beta or an alpha or something easier to manage. And she considers ignoring Matt when she hears him, sticking with her plan to go find somewhere she can be alone, but it would be kind of shitty to ignore him when it's not like he's done anything to be angry at him over.

It wouldn't... exactly be truthful to say that the fact that he's an alpha has no bearing on her decision to slow down so he can catch up to her, either. She's nowhere near the point of being so far gone that she'd do anything any alpha asks, but he's not any alpha, he's Matt, who she likes and trusts, and that is extremely attractive to her instinctive urge to find herself an alpha to help her through her impending heat. Not that she's seriously looking.

While he's catching up, she quickly wipes at her eyes - even though he won't be able to see them - and does her level best to calm down enough to get through this conversation with a minimum of humiliation.

He's tapping his cane as he slows up a bit, slipping a little back into the 'just a poor blind guy' facade, nostrils flaring as he picks up her scent and trying not to just stop when he's close to her. "Foggy? Don't let that asshole get to you. Foggy?" He knows he's about to pass her, but he has to keep playing like he has no idea where she is, even though his own instincts are urging him to do exactly the opposite. Her scent's changed a little, spiking more towards being omega than beta, and he's paying attention to the bodies around them to see if anyone else has noticed.

They need to get somewhere more private. The middle of a college campus was the wrong place to try to calm an omega who may be on the edge of-- oh. Well. Yeah, that would explain it. His hand gripped his cane harder, his steps almost faltering as he started to walk past her.

(M/F and could go either way I think, canon through last season's crossover. Passing on 3.)

"I'm right here, Matt," she says before he can pass her entirely, quiet but still loud enough for him to hear her. "It's fine. I'm fine." It's a lie for just... so many reasons right now, but she's still semi-holding onto the hope that she'll be able to reassure him and send him on his way and then go finish having a nice, quiet breakdown in private and hope that the stress isn't going to trigger her heat early. And not because she doesn't want him around right now so much as she'd probably want him to stick around too much.

"No, I don't think you are," he said quietly, turning towards her and holding a hand out as if questing to try to find her. "He was being a dick, Fog. You didn't deserve that." Her distress was pinging every sense he had just then and it was a struggle not to growl as another student walked a little too close by them, infringing on 'his' territory at the moment. He had to stop himself, take a deep cleansing breath, which just filled his senses with more of her distress.

"Look, why don't we go back to the dorms? You're... Maybe we could have a coffee or something. Take a period off. You're ahead of your next course anyway."

"I - " That desire to be alone is getting smaller and smaller by the minute, dwarfed by the fact that there's an alpha - Matt - right here, offering to take care of her - or, at least, offering comfort. And honestly, if she tried to go to her next class right now, she'd never make it through the whole thing.

"Yeah," she says after a moment and reaches out to meet his hand halfway. "Okay."

(A very, very competitive and bitter omega.)

There's a wash of something that's not quite relief, not quite satisfaction as her hand takes his, and he uses that grip to pull her in closer, signaling to anyone around them that right now, this was his. She was in his space under his protection and blind or not...

Well, he was still an alpha. He might be an affable, smiling goofball, but he still exuded that alpha male scent. With her closer, he had to force himself not to wrap an arm around her, not to just give into those instincts that she might not want him to acknowledge, what with her taking an active step to try to hide. Instead, he slid his hand up her arm to her elbow, gripping it like he usually did when they walked together. Her leading him. "Ready when you are, Ms. Nelson."

To everyone else, he might be giving back the fuck off signals. To her, the message is safe and protected, and she may not be registering it consciously but the part of her that was tense and on guard from being attacked - not a physical attack, sure, but an attack nonetheless - relaxes just a little.

Any other time, the way he says her name would be a cue for some playful, overly formal banter, but right now, she's not in the mood to play. "Yeah," she repeats instead, toneless, and starts leading him to the exit, taking care to steer both of them away from obstacles.

Matt and Foggy had walked the campus together countless times. Sometimes with him walking by himself and her beside him, but most times like this; his hand on her elbow as she guided him around. He didn't need it, and maybe a small part of him felt guilty that someone he considered a friend was being duped by him continuing to pretend to be what the world saw him as, but she accepted him in so many other ways. She didn't baby him. Didn't coddle him. Didn't treat him any differently for being blind. She tried to adapt to it, telling him things that he already knew, but only because of those extra senses.

Now? Now the campus took on a different tone -- for him, at least. Like everyone they passed was a potential threat, someone about to invade his territory. It took more effort than he was comfortable with not to hurry them along, but even with that attempt, his strides were a bit longer than normal, feet moving a bit more quickly to try to urge her to move a bit faster. He had to repeat a mantra in his mind not to move his hand, not to slide it around her waist and tuck her in close, focusing solely on keeping it on her elbow. He couldn't think to talk, too wrapped up in trying to keep himself in control.

They're quite a pair, strolling through campus: he can't think to talk and she's not in the mood for it. The anger from earlier is burning out - too hard to sustain for long right now - leaving her with hurt and embarrassment and exhaustion, emotional and physical. She's always gotten achy and tired in the lead-up to a heat, and one of the disadvantages of suppressants is that it sometimes feels like her body's trying to make up for all the heats she missed by shoving them all into the one heat.

It doesn't help that there's a mean loop of thoughts running through her head, if you can't even handle one asshole professor then what are you even doing here? It's the same kind of question she feels like she's been asked a million times already, directly and indirectly, by classmates and teachers and the world at large. What's so special about her that she thinks she can hack it in a profession that's still something like 78% alpha? Usually, she shrugs it off, but right now, she's feeling like the answer is absolutely nothing.

At least they're almost at the dorms. "Three steps up, Matt."

She's giving off mixed scents now; sadness, stress, upset, and that edge of something that he knows she's not going to like him picking up on. He can't help it. It's starting to get to the point where he's pretty sure that very soon, he won't be the only one picking up on it. Her scent blockers are wearing off and it's starting to be obvious that so are her suppressants.

He knocks his cane against the steps before taking them, following her up and hoping she headed for the elevator up to her floor, not the stairs. "Coffee or tea when we get in?" He had to say something, if only to break that air of aggression he knew was building up around him. Too many bodies still around him for that to ease off too much, his skin prickling as another alpha headed down the hall towards them. Try as he might, he didn't stop the low growl that slipped past his lips.

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