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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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[ ooc: interested in someone cross-canon? I love Peter so I couldn't resist. Maybe Alpha!Peter, if you're willing? ]

((Certainly! ^^ Any preferred situations?))

[ I was thinking sort of a mix of 4 and 7, where Roman's been on suppressants and doesn't know he's an Omega until he misses them and all of a sudden things get real awkward. But I'm good with other ideas too~ ]

((Oh, I like that idea! We can start with it. ^^))

Ever since Peter had come back to his senses and, thanks to his Alpha abilities, completely healed he was trying to find himself a proper pack and a steady position. He knew Alphas could be strong and feared but only if they have a pack, or a court. Yes, Peter wondered if he'd call his pack of puppies a 'court' now. It suited him way better.

His senses were trained on possible candidates and Omegas because they might be weak but they could add to the numbers. It's not that Peter was greedy, but.. yes he was. This was part of the reason he went to social events despite the fact that he knew he wasn't welcome. With his family background and the way he gained his Alpha status will be forever his stigma.

The current party he was heading to was more like for Betas and Alphas, so imagine his surprise when he smelled an Omega nearby. Someone was taking their pets out for a walk or something more interesting was going on? So excuse his amused stare.

Roman had never known what he was, which was how he ended up at this party with about half of the people around him looking at him like they wanted to eat him. He was pretty and the heir to the largest Biotech company in the country; the flip side of that was that it had not been particularly difficult for his mother to get him on suppressants with Roman none the wiser when puberty hit. He'd been supposed to be an Alpha. his mother hadn't considered he might be anything else. When she was wrong, she dealt with it in the Godfrey way -- lie about it. Roman had never thought about it, or considered that he might be anything other than what he seemed.

The problem came when one night, he left by the dark of the new moon. It was the result of typical senior year highschool drama; falling for that beautiful gypsy werewolf Alpha that ended up mated to his cousin, in the end. And so Roman had left, unable to deal with their starry-eyed bliss, wandering with a 1970 cherry red Jaguar, and an equal taste for parties and trouble. One might wonder which taste it was that ended him up here.

One gaze felt heavier than the others, and his gaze flicked up to find the owner, a glass of scotch he was not really supposed to be drinking in one thin-fingered hand as intense green eyes slid over to Peter (Godfrey greens, as the saying went in Hemlock Grove). He lifted an eyebrow, trying to seem flippant, but there was a spark and Roman didn't understand the way it made him feel. It was confusing and strange and the way the air smelled here was heavy and maddening and none of it made sense.

Part of having a bad reputation was that Peter could do whatever he wanted without having to worry too much about the consequences. Not that he was really worrying any about that. So while the other Alphas were still eying the lost pup he decided to walk up to him.

His eyes also got his interest, almost as much as his scent. Maybe this party won't be such a bore after all.

When he arrived to Roman he took in his scent, and he wasn't subtle about it all, he wanted to know what his reaction was.

"Talking about sheep amongst wolves." he started in a gentle tone, tilting his head to the side. "Are you sure you're up to the challenge?"

Roman swallowed, looking over at him as the man took in his scent. Which should have been strange, but instead it was almost intoxicating. Part of which was that he could smell him too, and as the distance closed between him the scent got heavier, had his pulse pounding, heat twisting inside of him as his body reacted. He smelled like an alpha, and his body knew what that meant, even if Roman didn't.

The fact that the man was attractive didn't hurt things at all, either. Roman was no stranger to going home with a pretty face, but usually it wasn't like this. A heat inside of him smouldering like a fuse, a desire to press up against him and smell his skin, to be close and touched in ways he wasn't putting words to.

There was a smirk, but it was harder than usual. Usually snarky jibes and ripostes came second nature, but his head was a little fuzzy, and it was hard to focus. The man made him feel like the sheep, but he was trying to hold on even as he was starting to spin out of control. "I'm always up for the challenge," Roman replied with the thoughtless ease of someone that almost never backs down from bad ideas.

"Who are you?"

Peter's smile grew at his words. He was handsome and probably coming down with heat. And he just walked into the worst place possible. Was he even aware of it? His words were confident, his stance tried to be confident but his heartbeat...

"A cheeky sheep then." he said as his own glass of whiskey changed hands so he could offer it to his new... partner. In conversation. Yet. "My name's Peter Hale." It was also being a pleasant feeling to be able to introduce himself and not through someone else. "May I hear your name so I don't have to call you 'sheep' for the rest of the evening?"

Roman had no idea just what he'd walked into. All he knew was that his heart was pounding, his pulse racing in his throat as heat started to twist through him in reaction to the scent on the air. He'd never felt like this before; sure, he'd been aroused, turned on, but not like this. This was a slow burn that was quietly consuming him. Roman took the offered glass of whiskey, taking a sip in hopes it would calm his nerves.

"Roman Godfrey," he offered, with a slight weight to the words; he was used to people knowing his name, though it was less common the further he got from Hemlock Grove. Which, now on the other side of the country, was much less common. But he still held himself like the brat he'd been raised. Heir to the largest Biotech company and the associated fortune, he would have been the biggest prize to catch. Thanks to the suppressants, he'd been a disinterested beta instead. Except now it was all crumbling around him.

"And I'm not a sheep," he insisted, even if he somehow found it almost endearing; talk about fucked up.

"Mr. Godfrey who's not a sheep." Peter tasted the name with a slight frown. "Ah, yes. I heard a little of your family. Not much though, so you can impress me all you want." he added with a light smile.

He stepped closer to Roman. Just at the edge of his personal space, just so it might get uncomfortable. He could feel his heat radiate from his skin and Peter wondered when he'll snap. Yes the questions wasn't 'if Roman would snap' the question was 'when'.

Roman was accustomed to the indulgence that came from his family name, but far from family pride, Roman honestly found it nice when he got to start conversations without there being the question about whether or not his mother had actually murdered his father. The Godfreys had all the scandal that people expected of old money. "And what makes you think I want to impress you, Mr. Hale?" His voice only shook a little, but it still wasn't very convincing when he was hardly aware that anyone else existed. Just Peter and the way that he smelled, like heat and sex and dominance and things that Roman hadn't even known had a scent.

It got a whole lot less convincing when Peter stepped in closer, just at the edge of Roman's space, just enough to make him uncomfortable and it made his body shudder, running through slender shoulders and down his spine. He leaned in slightly, not stepping in, but it was in how he angled his body unconsciously. Despite the snark that tipped his words, Roman's breath was coming rough, faster, skin flushing as his heat spread through him, a tremble in his skin, feverish temperature that had his body aching. He wasn't typically prone to self control, which made trying to fight this a losing battle. Sipping the whiskey Peter had handed him did nothing do distract him from the feeling, not when he was half-certain he could taste him on the glass. Tongue flicking against the rim before he set it down for fear of dropping it.

He took a shaky step in closer before he could think better of it, that scent of the man's skin intoxicating. He didn't understand what was happening, but it didn't stop him from reacting, a low whine on his lips that he couldn't quite silence in time. Trying to stay away felt like trying to defy gravity.

Roman's question made Peter raise an eyebrow and tilt his head in a silent 'really?'. He wondered if the boy was just reckless or completely clueless. Or both.

He could see every little sign on Roman that he was slipping. It also made Peter sure that he was an Omega. The more seconds passed, Roman's reaction was more visible for other Alphas around too. Peter carried his gaze around which turned dark for a second. As if anyone wanted to challenge him, but he wanted to make damn sure no one will try anything funny. First come first serve.

When it was clear that no one will disturb them for a while, Peter decided to lean closer and whisper into Roman's ear. It was for privacy, but yes, messing with him was also a part of it.

"Because you're an Omega in heat, Mr. Godfrey, and you walked into a den filled with Alphas." he said quietly. "But I must admit your performance is splendid."

Mostly clueless, but with Roman, reckless was never entirely out of the question. He felt that moment, when other people were starting to take notice, and saw how Peter looked around as if staking a claim. Which should have made him indignant at the least, but instead it just spiked that heat in his chest hotter. He was slipping, heat that felt like it curled into every cell of his body as the distance between them closed.

Peter leaned in, voice whispering against his ear, and it pulled a soft gasp of heat from his lips, a hand catching against Peter's chest to steady himself as he felt so overwhelmed. His scent filling his senses, like a drug, making his skin crawl, his body felt like it was burning up, so aroused despite himself. His bright green eyes wide and genuinely surprised as he looked at Peter. He was aware enough to know just how reckless that would be, not something even he would do on purpose.

"But I'm a Beta," he said softly, a little too dazed to put together things like Godfrey Biotech Institute and how easy it would be to have had it repressed. He'd been supposed to be an Alpha. The first Godfrey son was always an Alpha, going back almost 150 years and the six generations before him. His mother was even an Alpha, because JR had wanted her and nothing else had mattered; A Godfrey always gets what they want as the saying went back home.

The problem with catching himself against Peter was that he couldn't let go. Leaning in because he needed to be closer despite all logic that said there was no way he was an Omega.

Edited (typo demons) 2013-06-17 19:06 (UTC)

"Of course you are." Peter's voice was light and teasing as he looked down the hand on his chest. The touch also triggered some deep instincts in him too, namely the claiming instinct. There was a ready Omega in front of him who really, really wanted to be claimed.

"Why won't you... tell me more about this interesting situation in private?" Peter asked and placed his hand on the boy's lower back. His touch was light but he pushed Roman toward the door with a light smirk. "Will your knees carry you or shall I?"

Roman lifted his chin and tried to scowl at the teasing tone, but it didn't come across particularly well. He'd thought he was a Beta, it was what he'd been raised as. But, he'd left Hemlock Grove behind, and that included the suppressants he hadn't known he'd been on. He wanted Peter, wanted to be claimed, primal desire that was over-riding everything else.

He leaned into the hand that pressed against his back, the way Peter pushed him toward the door, not seeming like he was going to broke any argument about the question. Of course, any complaints would have been on principle, and principle was startlingly unimportant right now. He did however shoot Peter a look at the suggestion that he might need the man to carry him.

"I can walk just fine," he breathed. It was not quite true, but he could more or less manage. Shaky knees from the way his first heat was curling through him, unable to pull away from Peter, but he could get one foot in front of the other. Getting away from the eyes watching them did seem like exactly what he needed right now.

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