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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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Maybe you don't remember me, [ Root says airily, playing along immediately. ] Sarah Lovelace, U.N. interpreter.

[ She doesn't have the wig on for it currently, but it's an easy enough identity to explain away Margaery socializing with, so Root pulls it out at the drop of a hat. She has about ten different identification documents on her and she knows the Machine will swiftly fabricate whatever plausible backstory she needs for the current mission.

Root doesn't drink much herself, is prepared to nurse her current cosmo for a while, but she does have a real sense of enjoyment for her work and she isn't totally abstinent unless things have really hit the fan. Which they haven't, currently. She's only going to live once and she's expecting to die early, so she might as well enjoy it.

She turns to meet the eyes of the man she'd probably rudely interrupted, and suddenly she's sheepish, overtly apologetic. ]

I'm so sorry, it's just, it's been forever since we've seen each other and-- and she really helped me out, years ago. Do you mind if we have a moment? I want to say thank you.

[ Obviously Sarah Lovelace's involvement with Margaery Tyrell is personal and emotional, and she'd really appreciate a private moment alone. ]

[ at her nod, her bodyguard stands down without another word, opting to occupy a seat further away so he won't be able to hear what they're discussing. Margaery waits until he's settled, expression turning to stone immediately afterwards. despite what many people in her industry do, she likes to make sure none of her people know more than they need to. ]

You could have stayed wherever you fucked off to, living a life of comfort and freedom. But now you've come back - and for what? To become a possible liability so people will want to kill you?

[ her eyes narrow as she studies Root, the rest of her eerily still. only someone with a very trained nose could smell through her perfume and smell the softest hints of agitation. ]

What do you want?

[ Oh, Root remembers now why she'd always liked her. The careful secrecy she respects and the acerbic bite is attractive as hell. She smirks just a little. ]

Not even a little curiosity about where I fucked off to? [ she asks with a teasing pout, swirling her drink. ] I've wondered about you, you know. How you were doing.

[ It sounds flirtatious because it is, but Root also means it genuinely, her scent shading softly fond in undertone since she isn't trying to hide it at all. She does remember and care about people; her life would be a lot easier if she didn't. But games aside, she is here for a purpose, and she won't mess around too much. Root has always had fun while professionally accomplishing her job. ]

I'm here to save your life. Isn't that exciting?

[ there's only a slow, intentional blink at Root's questions; caring about family is enough of a risk. caring about those beyond their own organization, who've very willingly left without any indication of where or why they've left? Margaery knows better than to assume they're still alive - even if, maybe somewhere underneath all of her calm, she's glad the other alpha is alright.

or better than alright, perhaps, if that familiarly cocky question is anything to go by. ]

To save my life? Haven't you noticed the guards?

[ six, including the man that had gotten up when Root made her appearance - all surrounding them with different vantage points. ]

They're my new friends, after you abandoned us without a word. And I'd like to think they're more than capable of defending me.

[ but, Root's appearance and reasoning implies a threat that she's not already aware of - ]

Who are you trying to save me from?

[ Root is doing much better than alright. There's something subtly different about her now, a callous edge filed away to smoothness; she's found her place in the world and found her cause. She's always cared about whoever she wanted to with abandon, heedless of the rules or lines drawn, but now it's with an absolute shamelessness. She likes Margaery and the second the Machine had given her her number, she'd been all in.

At the challenge that she might not be needed, her scent turns all unabashed ruthless protectiveness, dismissive of her competition. ]

These guys?

[ Root's gaze flicks around the room, pausing momentarily on each of the bodyguards no matter how hidden they might be. She's a notorious assassin for a reason, but of course, she's also cheating right now: she has the Machine in her ear, whispering secrets. The Machine doesn't ever dole out the whole story -- she's so charmingly stalwart about respecting human agency, and wants Root to make her own decisions -- but she is never, ever wrong with what she does say. ]

They don't have any idea about what your family's gotten involved in, do they? [ she asks coyly. ] You run circles around these dullards. Must be why you missed me.

[ That is absolutely a compliment and a flirt. And a challenge of her own. ]

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