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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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{Open to Alpha, Beta, or Omega. No 3, please}

[OOC: How about Derek getting into rut and Stiles having to help? Stiles could be which role you'd like]

{ooc: I think if Derek's going into rut, Omega would be okay, unless you'd rather not have the heat be an issue?}

[OOC: I was more considering what you're comfortable with. I'm not all that experienced with these memes. If Stile is an Omega there will be an issue with sex. Are you comfortable with that? I think it would be fun to have Stiles freaking out over Derek being in rut. However it's up to you. If you'd like something else, please share.]

{ooc: In memes like this, usually both parties are affected, even ones who aren't werewolves or anything in canon. But if you'd like to have regular human Stiles deal with Derek in Alpha rut, I'd be happy to play that out as well. =)}

[OOC: anything flies for me. Stiles could be a Beta, Omega (in heat or not). It's up to you. I am interested in the Oh My God moment when Stiles realizes that Derek is in rut so either option works. I am all set to go.]

{ooc: If he's Omega, he'd probably go into heat as soon as he picked up on the rut since one usually brings out the other. =) I'd be happy to play that if you're good with it.}

[OOC: OK then.]

Derek couldn't believe it. For the first time in ages he was feeling an intense desire coming over him. It was different from the desire he got due to nearby Omegas in heat and he couldn't shake it. The truth slowly dawned upon him that he was in fact entering rut. It was rare for him as well as unsettling. He knew for certain that if someone came by he wouldn't be able to control himself. Therefore he had made sure to stay away from anyone, not really an achievement per say as he preferred it that way.

However his peace was disturbed by his phone. He couldn't think clear enough to recall if he had made an appointment with anyone and to avoid any problems he ignored the phone calls.

In fact, he hated this; being a victim off his own hormones. The rising anger did not help his desperation for release in any way.

Normally Stiles might actually let Derek stew in whatever juices it was he was currently marinating in, but the Alpha at least used to growl at him and tell him to screw off over the phone. That there'd essentially been radio silence for the last day or so hadn't really sat well with him. Not when their lives had a tendency to get very complicated very quickly.

He could bring it up to Scott, but Scott might make a big deal out of it and it could just be that Derek was having some kind of wolf PMS or something. Or he could have 'company'. Or he could be playing with sock puppets. Stiles had no idea. But he was going to find out since his last phone call garnered no response and he was officially 'concerned'.

That meant he was pulling up in front of the loft an hour later, jeep door slamming hollowly as he climbed out and moved to enter the broken down building. Derek seriously needed to decorate. Or at least get some throw pillows. "Hey, grumpy puss. Why haven't you answered your phone?" He called that out as he walked up the stairs, knowing that if Derek was there, he'd hear him.

Indeed Derek had heard Stiles, even as the car approached the house. Derek had watched through a broken window the younger man make his way over and he was not happy over it. Even under better circumstances he wasn't fond of visitors but at this particular time it was a disaster waiting to happen. Derek knew far too well that his instincts in these circumstances ignored status, age and even gender of the other person. For a brief moment he wondered if Stiles had any idea what he was getting himself into.

When Stiles called out for him, Derek made his way over to the top of the stairs. The smell of another person was already making his juices flowing. He appeared without his leather jacket as he had taken it off earlier. Currently he was very close to taking off his tank top as well.

From the top of the stairs he looked down at Stiles. "You never know when to keep out of trouble, do you? Is it too much to ask for some lone time?" he barked and made his way down the stairs. His voice was dark of desire and his eyes glowed dangerously red. "You better leave now or I can't promise I'll leave you be," he continued and halted a few steps away from Stiles. They were too close and Derek's arousement started to make itself known. "Run Stiles," he added with a sharp tone in his voice, fangs flashing out.

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"Since when has coming to visit you been trouble? Wait, strike that. Are there murderous Alphas up there waiting to tear me to pieces? Because in that case, this would be... um, not a first."

He was watching Derek come down the stairs, watching the way his eyes glowed as he came closer. There was something about him, something that had the hair on the back of his neck standing up as he moved closer, and closer, and--

Did he just tell him to run? Why the hell would he do that?

"Run? Why? Seriously, is this some kind of joke?"

Derek found it awfully hard to focus on what Stiles was talking about. Most of the time he could feel a slight annoyance at the teen's irritating babbling but at least he could focus on that. Currently his thoughts always wandered back to mating and he caught himself shamelessly staring at Stiles crotch and butt. The instinct to mate was hard to fight back against and his resolve was weaking in a quick pace.

"Just shut up for a minute will you? No there's no murderous Alpha's upstairs," Derek spoke. He had to keep himself from adding "just a horny as fuck Alpha" to the end of the sentence. He found it harder than anything.

"You better run or I'll fuck your brains out," he spat out, unable to stop himself.

He stared at Derek, looking at him with surprise. Then he laughed. "Oh, ha ha, Derek. Very funny. Yeah, sure, that'll happen." He was chuckling as he moved to walk past Derek to the stairs. "God, you need to work on those jokes, buddy. That wasn't even close to funny."

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"I'm sorry, you're a what?"

There were a few things that Isaac Lahey didn't blink at any longer. Lydia's stunning smile, anything that had to do with werewolves, Derek glowering at him for just about anything, Peter being kind of an awesome douchebag, and Scott just being Scott. Stiles was one of the few who could still get him to do a brief side-glance of, 'What the hell?' but that was usually over something ... Stiles-like.

Not this. Not this statement at all. So he stared into the soft brown eyes of the other boy, the fry in his hand staying practically mid-mouth.

"I'm, uh, I think I'm an Omega?" It felt weird coming out of his mouth. Wrong. Bullshit. But he'd been doing research on the wolves lately and what Deaton would share, slippery mysterious bastard that he was, and he'd been noticing changes in himself.

Non-human changes. He would have dismissed them, but that was just asking for something stupid to happen, so he wound up talking to the only Beta he knew that he could trust. Isaac. It had to be a Beta because he was feeling that sick twisting in his stomach that heralded some sort of insane arousal and he knew that Betas didn't react like Alphas did. Scott would never forgive himself for doing anything to Stiles on instinct and no way was he going near the twins.

Isaac could sort of ... smell something different about Stiles, but he'd thought it was just the boy making more of an effort on the lacrosse field. More sweat, less ... all of this. He shut his mouth with a snap, dropped his fry, and looked faintly alarmed.

"Okay, one, what makes you think you're an Omega and two, please dear god tell me you're not in heat right now." Because if he was in heat, Isaac needed to get him out of here right now before either Scott or the Twins showed up.

Stiles gave him an almost sheepish look, cheeks flushing. "Might be starting it? God, I don't know. Not like I've done this before. I'm, uh, thinking about..." He looked around, lowering his head and his voice as he talked to Isaac. "Sex. Like, a lot today. Way more than usual."

And 'usual' was a pretty high amount.

There was a long, long beat of silence while Isaac looked at Stiles, before he pulled out his wallet and slapped a twenty on the table. There was no way he was going to be leaving Stiles out here like a hamburger waiting to be eaten. Nope, not happening on his watch. He knew Scott would thank him for it later, maybe even the twins, but honestly Scott and Stiles were his concerns here now.

"Okay, we're leaving. I'm taking you home and you're staying there under my protection. Is your Dad home?"

Stiles looked down at the twenty, then up at Isaac. "What? But... I haven't finished my fries. Look, Isaac. There aren't any Alphas here. I'm in the clear. I mean, at least I am until it really hits. I have time for fries, right?"

He was already squirming a little on his seat, but he was pretending he didn't notice that.

Isaac's jaw worked, hard, before he sighed and sat back. "All right, fine. Finish your fries. But after that we're leaving. Immediately."

He exhaled slowly while he looked around, tapping his fingers on the table. Keeping an eye out for any of the Alphas he knew. "Seriously, man, I gotta know. Is your dad around today?"

He grinned, cheeks a little rosier than they should be as his body started to overheat, but he dug back into his fries. He answered with half a cheek full. "Dad? No, he's working. Why? Should he be?"

Isaac's jaw tightened as Stiles's cheeks flushed brighter and his eyes shone more. Crap ... he was already going into heat. He looked at the plate of fries, and then over at Stiles, then back around the restaurant.

"Probably better that he's not ... " He breathed in, deep, and there it was, that faint scent. "Stiles, it's seriously not safe for you be out in public. Like ... you are right now."

"Why not? Beacon Hills isn't exactly crawling with werewolves, and there are less Alphas here than there used to be. Since none happen to be around, I think I'm in the clear. Betas aren't bothered by it, are they?"

He hadn't really found anything about it, but then, he didn't really know anything in terms of werewolf to wolf translation. Even as he took another bite of his fries, he felt a tingling low in his stomach, his breath coming out a little heavier.

"No, we're not. We're the riders on the fence - we can be with Alphas and we can be with Omegas, but we're not driven like the two to mate until we die." Isaac said, leaning forward. "But your scent is sending off a goddamned stink bomb to everything around you. It's not going to take either the twins or Scott long to smell you out ... and you do not want to be around when that happens, Stiles."

Shit, he was already panting. Isaac got up, abruptly, and then just decided the hell with it. He grabbed the plate away from Stiles, and waved it. "Hey, can we get a to-go box for this? Now?"

"Hey!" He grabbed for the fries, scowling. "Dude, chill out. Scott and the morphin mutant twins aren't going to pick up my scent here. It's not like I'm a drop of blood in the ocean and they're sharks. God."

Even as he was glaring at Isaac, he was noticing things about him. Like the curve of muscle as it played under his shirt when he moved or the way he licked his lips.