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Alpha, Beta, Omega

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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Arthur comes up to him, stopping close enough for Will to hear the soft, curious noise Daniel makes when he spots him.

Arthur gives Will a once over, "You look good for having nearly downed a whole bottle of spiced rum in one night..."

"It's a New Orleans thing," he says. He's trying not to look at Daniel, but he can't help it -- his eyes cast that way, and his entire demeanor softens. Little bit of a smile, on his face. Daniel is beautiful. Every little bit of him is beautiful.

Daniel makes another noise around the ring in his mouth, giving Will another little wave like he had the other day. Arthur leans his arms on the handles of the stroller slightly, "You seem to have a lot of those."

He watches Will look at Daniel and asks, "Would you hurt him?" He's quick to hold up a hand to add, "I know you wouldn't but I need to hear you say it. Please." Especially with what he was planning on doing.

He rubs a hand over his jaw. He can promise; that's something he can easily promise. "Never," he vows, lowly. "I'd never hurt him. I swear to you."

Arthur nods, satisfied. He then backs up before turning the stroller back the way he came, "Follow me."

He had to keep reminding himself that this was as much for Will as it was for their son. He wanted his son to get to know his father and he wanted to show Will he did have a choice. He could live one life or another. The only reason he thought he didn't have one was because he hasn't experienced both.

Yet.

"Arthur --" he calls, and he follows, stops, follows again. "Where are we goin'?" He doesn't have the power here to say no, really, but he doesn't like walking into this blind. Arthur might be wounded, might be something that Will can love, but that doesn't mean that he's completely trustworthy.

Arthur doesn't pause in his steps, talking to Will over his shoulder, "Home."

"I left your stuff there and you said you wanted see your son. So, I'll let you spend some time with him before you leave. Or have you changed your mind?"

Seems to be a lot of trouble to go through just to get Will to visit. All Arthur had to do was ask. Hell -- all he had to do was offer.

But it could be a function of Arthur's paranoia, in general.

So Will follows, keeping his observations for now to himself.

After last night's conversation, Arthur felt he had to do more than that to get Will to cooperate. He needed some leverage. Especially with what he was planning on doing.

They arrived back at the apartment a few minutes later, Arthur unlocking the door and gesturing for Will to take Daniel and push him through. Adding, a light tease, "You can pick him up, too, if you can figure out how to get the buckle undone."

Will is crouched down before Arthur is finished speaking. Buckle undone, and then he hefts Daniel into his arms. He's held kids before, but they've never been his. Never felt like they belonged there as much as this one does. Is it an illusion, or is it real? Can he love something so fast?

"Hey," he says, soft. "My name's Will. I'm your Daddy." And that makes it real, that makes it incredibly real, all of a sudden.

Arthur can't help smiling at the soft cooing noise the baby makes as he's being lifted up. He leans against the closed door, watching them.

Daniel looks at Will with large eyes, a tiny hand reaching up to touch his face, "Da?" This is his "Dada", too? He feels the scruff along Will's jaw and it makes him giggle with how it feels.

Can feel Arthur's eyes on him, but he can't bring himself to care. His heart is soaring right now, all of his being focused on the little guy in his arms. The kid has Will's momma's eyes.

"That's right," he says. "Daddy."

He finds a place to sit down, because he's honestly not sure how much longer he'll be good for remaining on his feet. Too many emotional shocks, all in a row.

The baby is still grinning at Will, tiny hand moving to grab and squeeze at his nose, "Daaaaaa."

Then he's shifting and twisting in Will's arms, one hand going to his forehead and the other to his hair.

Pushing from off the door, Arthur says, "He gets a little squirmy sometimes. Don't be afraid to stop him if he tries to stick his hand in your mouth or pick your nose." Arthur has had to learn the hard way how curious Daniel can be with faces.

He can't. Wouldn't dream of stopping it. He's enamored, his eyes alight. Every touch from the child is a blessing.

"He's perfect," he says. "A perfect little baby."

Arthur finally grins at that, walk forward to pet at the child's hair, "He can be, at times. But when he's grumpy, watch out. Pretty sure he gets that from me, though."

As the infant leaned his head back into Arthur's touch, smiling and messing up Will's hair with his hands in them, "I named him Daniel."

"After anyone?" Will's first impulse, always, would be to name a child after a grandparent. A great-grandparent. Someone up the family line.

He settles Daniel down into his arms, that tiny head on Will's shoulder.

He's trying so hard not to think about Arthur's -- profession. About all the things that stand in between them. Just focus on this, focus on Daniel.

Arthur shakes his head, "No. I just liked the name." Still petting the infant's hair as he rests his head on Will's shoulder, watching this man who he's just met but already feels an attachment to. "It seemed like a good one for him."

That and Arthur believes in allowing the child some sense of individuality. Even as his middle name is "William".

True; sometimes it was a little overbearing for Will to grow up with the name of his father. His Daddy, elevated to the status of a hero while Will was awkward and young and unsure of who he was going to be.

He turned out all right, though. And he respects family all the more for it.

He touches his lips to the fontanelle, and realizes, abruptly, that he's crying again. Snuck up on him this time, just thinking about how there's a fusion of the very essence of he and Arthur right in his arms here. And he's remembering all the little affectionate touches, and wondering did I ask for this, what did I do wrong, and it's, suddenly, difficult to breathe.

He turns his head away from Daniel so he can't see Will's tears.

But the child notices the change in Will's demeanor, can sense how upset he is just as he does with Arthur. He makes a small whine, confused and sad because Will is. A tiny hand reaches out to touch Will's nearest cheek.

Arthur is there, too, kneeling down in front of Will as he cups his other cheek, thumb sweeping at the tears. He doesn't say anything, though. Just gives in to the tenderness he still feels for the other man and presses their foreheads together.

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He wraps warm arms around Daniel, strokes his back.

"I didn't mean for any of this to happen," he says, hardly a whisper. Didn't mean to ruin Arthur's life as well as his, didn't mean to drift into a relationship where there are dizzying chasms between them.

Arthur pulls away, letting Will hug their son. He isn't sure how he is suppose to feel about such a statement. Mostly because having a child made things that much more personal.

Even if he had never meant for any of this to happen, either.

Standing up, "Whether we meant for it or not, he's here. And it is the way it is."

"I just meant -- I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

And no matter what he does, right now, someone will get hurt.

Arthur watches him for a moment longer before sighing heavily, leaning forward to run gentle fingers through his ex-lover's hair.

"I know you didn't." Even with the anger and hurt that was still there, he knew in his heart Will wasn't that kind of person. It still hurt that he would choose the law over them but maybe there was still a chance that could change.

He moved away after another moment, going to the kitchen and getting Will a glass of water. At least it looked, smelled, and tasted like water. As he came back and held it out for Will to take, he knew it would only take a few minutes to work.

He takes it without looking at it. Not even a thought. It's courtesy, someone offering him something in their own home, and ingrained reflexes and thirst both have him taking a long drink.

It wouldn't be false to say it would help him to relax. It would do that and more. Which was why Arthur was gently extracting Daniel from Will's hold.

Before the other man could protest, he quickly interjected, "I need to put him in his playpen or he'll get all squirmy on you and whine to get down. He's always like this before his nap."

Which, as soon as the infant was set down in the playpen, he squealed and reached for one of his favorite toys. He hit is tiny hand on the multiple buttons, the noises they gave off filling up the room.

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