Emeralds and Elysium
Information: A omegaverse! Post-war! Fanfiction, focusing on student! Omega! Reader who's come back to finish her studies, only to be challenged by the grumpy, alpha potions master she remembers. But they're both different now. And he had his own secrets, yet to be displayed
Pairing: female! Omega! reader x Alpha! Older!snape
Author’s note: I have no excuse for how long this took me to write.. Considering it's quality but,,, here we are.. My love child. LOLLL
PART 1
MASTERLIST
“[Name]?”
A loud sigh pulled the girl from her thoughts.
“[name].. are you even listening?-“ sighed Hermione, who’d been rattling on about.. something. You hadn’t been totally listening, perhaps something to do with the prices of Honeydukes. However, you couldn’t be sure.
“.. no no- I.. I am.”
“What did I just say?”
You didn’t respond.
“Ugh-“ Hermione groaned “that’s the third time in the last 30 minutes you’ve spaced but… are you sure you’re okay?”
You nodded, sending a sidelong glance to the suspiciously ugly stuffed niffler on the bottom shelf of one of the stalls in Honeydukes. “.. I’m.. I’m.. fine. Just.. tired. I suppose.” A non-comital response.
“Are you sure?” Hermione’s high-pitched voice peeled through the shop “.. are you.. you know..” she gestured, if awkwardly “.. close to uh..” she nodded, her cheeks flushing a slight pink colour.
“.. I don’t think so. I’m taking suppressants.”
“Oh.. right.. don’t you need to come off those.. every so often?”
You sighed, nodding as you thumbed through the paper money in your purse “.. yes. Omegas need a heat break or we get..” You paused, then swallowed. “.. um.. complications.”
Hermione nodded, looking up slightly, as if she was storing that away in her mind. Though extremely smart, Hermione hadn’t mastered the idea of the whole alpha omega beta thing in the wizarding world. The whole idea of it was ingrained into those who were raised with magic, for Muggleborns. It was a fantasy concept.
Being Muggleborn meant Hermione had a lower chance of being anything other than a beta. Which she was. So she never got the education that the omegas and alphas got. Weeks of being crammed into a room from the age of 11-17 being shown dusty diagrams and old-fashioned ways. Agony, really.
Most of that was forgotten, now at least. Which was strange because it felt like nothing had really changed, even though the war had ended and those in the year who wished to return had. Severus hadn’t changed. If he had he’d only grown grouchier; Resolving himself back to the dank depths of the dungeons and subsequent; potions room, he’d been gruffer; grumpier. Only teaching select students. Slughorn took the others.
No one could blame him. Nearly dying would turn anyone from grumpy to downright sour. Especially an alpha. His neck had been damaged, and scars littered it. You’d seen it, on the rare occasion it would be too hot for his cravat and he’d take it off. Exposing the mangled area. The pale column of his throat marred, like golden ivory. Marbled. Tempting.
One thing you’d noticed with returning to Hogwarts. There was an itch.
An itch you didn’t want to acknowledge, really.
But it was there. And prominent when Severus came near because GOOD LORD. He smelt amazing.
Of course with anything that was fertile, strong, tall, handsome it was to be expected; you could practically feel yourself drooling; alpha, comes a strong scent. One that lingered. And that lingering was getting on your nerves more than you’d like to admit. He smelt musky. Deeply musky. Almost like precum, but just.. so much deeper, earthy. Like petrichor, swirling like honey. Enough to make any omega ache just a little bit between the legs.
Your thoughts were interrupted, once again, but, this time by the very smell you’d been fantasising about.
He’d come into Honeydukes. All wrapped up. Like some form of overgrown bat in human form, it was actually kinda cute. His coat and several scarves clung to his form. Almost buttoning his very presence into them. Confining himself to a single, solitary presence in that coat. You’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t want to join him in that coat. No matter how cringy that sounded.
His eyes rolled over Hermione. Then yourself, lingering for a long, throbbing second before he looked away, beginning to talk to the woman behind the counter. Who smiled, as if familiar with him.
You almost wanted to be jealous.
That woman was an omega.
A mated omega of 40-50 maybe 60 years.
But he was still talking to an omega. One that wasn’t you. Your brows furrowed. Your lip almost jutted out like a petulant child. But you caught yourself. He was- is- your professor.
You were pouting.
Over Severus fucking Snape.
“Oh fuck.”
“Mmh?” Hermione hummed absently, eyeing a new flavour of acid pop.
“.. um.. I think I forgot my purse.” You said, before beginning to quickly leave.
“But it’s in your-“
The door slammed shut, Severus’ head raised; cocking a brow.
“…hand” Hermione sighed, then carried on browsing.
You slunk into the alley by Honeydukes, hand in your hair as you sat down on the ground. Which had thankfully been gritted.. snowy arse wasn’t a good look.. but thinking about it, orangey grit didn’t look too good either. As you began to get up; something caught your eye. A poster. A massive headline title “Emeralds and Elysium.”
Under it said “club for those who need release. Omega, alpha, beta. Everyone welcome.” It had an address. And times “9 pm-sunrise” “Thursday-Tuesday.”
Huh. That was new..
And interesting.
You blinked. And furrowed your brows. Hm. It was open, tonight. Today was a Friday.
Oh yes.
You were going.
Of course you were. You noted the address then went to inspect since it was only down the road. What you found was a closed door on a building that seemed to be just a house.
.. strange. Very strange.
Interesting, though. Maybe it was one of those things that changed at night.
You began to walk, stepping backwards, and straight into the chest of someone- that someone made a grouchy “ow.” Even though it didn’t hurt really. Looking down at you.
It was Snape
“Oh uh- professor- I’m sorry I didn’t-“
“You ought to stay out of this area, no idea what kind of…” he paused, his voice lowering, eyes squinting at you, inspecting “.. miscreants. Wander through this part of the village. Come.” He said, before he began to guide you back to the main village.
You hadn’t smelt him due to the wind blowing in the opposite direction to you.
But due to close proximity, you could smell him. He smelled different up close. Softer. Less musky. Like clean washing. It was lovely. Made your brain urge to nest..
Oh, that would be a sight. His jacket in your ne-god- you really. Really needed to sort your head out.
You sighed outwardly, eyes closing.
“Something bothering you, pup?”
You blinked. Pup. You looked at him.
He’d seemed to realise that he’d said that and he almost looked embarrassed. A new emotion you’d never actually seen on him. It was strange.
“.. I’m hardly a pup; not anymore at least.” You replied.
“I’m aware.” He gruffed, adjusting his scarves “.. aren’t you cold?”
You shrugged “It’s a bit chilly, I suppose.”
Before you knew what was happening. A large, soft, lovely-smelling scarf was wrapped around you.
You made a surprised noise “Professor-“
“Don’t. Just have it.” He murmured as you walked towards Honeydukes, where Hermione was waiting. “Can smell you from miles away.” He grumbled as he ‘returned’ you to your friend.
“Professor.” Hermione greeted.
“Granger.” He bowed his head, looking at you, before he promptly left.
Hermione eyed you “.. he gave you his scarf.”
“…he could smell me-“ you replied
“Ah.” She shrugged
“… um. Have you- there’s- this club. Emeralds and Elysium-“
Hermione tilted her head “.. oh. Um.. I don’t think that’s your type of club.”
“.. why not?”
Hermione turned a strange shade of pink, expression hesitant “.. well it’s one of- those. Clubs. You know.”
“.. oh.”
Even better.
Later that night, after dinner. You got dressed. Nothing too revealing. But nothing too plain. And you set out for Hogsmeade.
When you came to the club. It was alive with people, queuing for entrance.
You joined them.
The bouncer took your ID; raised a brow, and looked at you. Then shrugged and handed it back “Have fun.” He let you in.
To get into the club, you had to walk down a flight of stairs.
Into a sort of almost lobby. A very pretty girl sat at what you assumed was the front desk. She had dark skin, with patches of vitiligo on her face and hands. She wore a long-sleeved, baby pink jumper, jewellery on her ears, as well as on her neck and hands. Her hair was styled into an Afro.
She seemed to notice you gawking and chuckled “.. ya new here, honey?”
You blinked “.. oh- um- yes I don’t.. really know how this works.” You approached the desk.
She hummed “aren’t you sweet..” she shifted “hmm, well we work off cards here.. basically you sign up, fill stuff out with all your preferences, age range, then you can go into the rooms and the bar with no hastle, it also makes getting in easier.” She handed over a clip board, “here you go honey. It should only take a few minutes.”
After filling that out, you handed it back. And she furrowed her brows, she looked at you “.. you’re [name]?”
You blinked, nodding “.. yeah.”
The woman laughed “.. well isn’t that something. The boss has mentioned you.” She said as she scribbled onto something
That confused you. The person who ran this place knew.. You?-
“.. the boss?”
She hummed, nodding as she handed you a card “Here you are honey. I’m Angie; but people call me angel. The bar’s over there,” she gestured to a large set of double doors “You can come back here if you want a room, or need anything, I’ll probably be able to help.” She winked.
You nodded slowly “.. thanks, Angel.” You cracked a smile before you went into the bar, scanning the place. It was full. Loads of people. You wormed your way through to the actual bar, ordering your drink of choice.
“Where’s yer card?” The bartender asked, and you gave him it, he looked at it and laughed “.. ain’t that something.” He handed you the drink, and as you reached into your purse. He shook his head “he paid for it.” He gestured across the bar. To Severus.
Your brain actually short-circuited.
He was here. How did he know you were here- God that was embarrassing-
You looked at your drink for a distraction. And noticed it was glowing under the lights. Your brows furrowed.
The barman said, loudly over the music “Something to make you loosen up,” he winked “Every first drink gets it, have fun kid.”
… whatever that meant, you weren’t sure. But when you sipped it; it tasted.. really good. Like one of the best drinks you’d had in your life.
It burnt, made your stomach feel all tingly. Your eyes flicked to the potions master. He was much more relaxed here, in a pair of black slacks and a long-sleeved black shirt, arms rolled up and collar unbuttoned. He looked- contented.
You sipped your drink again and furrowed your brows. It felt- really tingly.
Your cheeks flushed. And you were sure everyone in a 50-foot radius could smell you.
Which was proven when some guy bumped into you from behind, “Whoa- watch where yer going, sweetheart.” He laughed, clearly drunk, clearly a dick.
“Sorry.” You murmured before you could even fight him on the fact that you’d been stood still. Your brain felt like it had gone to mush- oh god not here, not now-
He laughed “Mmh, you smell good, baby. What’s a little omega like you doing here-“
He leered over you, his alcoholic breath in your face.
“I’m- I- i- um-“
There was a loud clearing of a throat and a familiar rumbling voice “Omegas don’t tend to take kindly to being intimidated.”
The guy looked at Severus “What do you ca-… sorry.” He swallowed, leaving.
Severus’ glare snapped to you “What are *you* doing here, are you stupid?” He hissed, grabbing your arm in a firm but not unkind manner.
You couldn’t even get your words out. It was just a mangled whine. He sighed “You’re a mess.” He said as he began to guide you through the crowd, then behind the bar, into the hallway. There was a set of stairs that went up and down. Being in cleaner air seemed to help. You took a deep breath, looking at him as he faced you
“Are you stupid?” He hissed, but his face softened “Are you hurt?” he began to inspect you.
You just blinked at him.
“.. well??”
“.. no sir.” You practically whispered, you couldn’t help but feel like a tiny first-year, so demeaned.
He sighed, a long, exasperated noise .“You shouldn’t have come here, especially not like-“ he gestured, with a large hand, to your general body. “this.” He took a breath “When was your last suppressant break?” He inquired.
You just blinked at him, dumbly, it felt like your brain was working in slow motion.
“…” he did this motion with his head and eyes that felt far more patronising than you actually took it to be
“Oh um-… I dunno.” You whispered “.. a few months ago-“
“A few months- dear God.” He pinched his nose bridge “.. an actual death wish, you-“ he huffed, crossing his arms as he glared “stupid girl.”
“Sorry.” You murmured in response.
He sighed “… come with me.” He began walking, up the set of stairs. To a door. He took a set of keys out, unlocking the Door, pushing it open.
It was a private area, with a bed, a mini bar, a couch, a conversation pit, and a kitchenette. There were also two doors, one ajar to display a bathroom, and the other one was unidentified.
You blinked, dazed.
“Sit.” He grunted.
You picked the conversation pit as the perfect spot. It was essentially one large couch-bed thing, and it was very comfy, like a nest-
Severus watched you with a penetrating gaze and sat down “.. you shouldn’t have come here. I warned you, girl.”
“You warned me of the people here; not the club.” You corrected
You didn’t look at him but you guessed you got a glare for that. He leaned back, sighing, “You’re going to stay here till you calm, then I’m walking you home.” He gruffed, a hand slipping into his shirt to scratch at his pale chest.
Due to the close proximity and the fact that you’d moved to a room where it was just the pair of you, he was all you could smell.
You shifted your weight, looking at him “Mmh- you smell.. really good.” You sighed, eyes closing, subconsciously nipping your lip
He huffed out a scoff “.. y.. You don’t have to look so orgasmic about it.” He gruffed
That made you sputter “I wasn’t-“
He raised a brow. You shut up. Head lying back down.
“Why do I feel so tingly?” You inquired to no one in particular.
“It’s a sex blend, my own creation; they put it in the first drink of the night for everyone, loosens the mouth up, makes sex feel better. Or if you’re a particularly stubborn omega, it causes an induced heat spell.” He sighed. “You’re lucky it isn’t worse. The earlier types made heats that lasted for months.”
That made your legs squeeze together in pity for the poor omega who withstood those heats. 3-7 days were enough, thanks. Agony even, let alone months on end. You sighed, looking at him “.. why are you here?”
He paused, considering his options. He could lie. Then again that wasn’t ever fun.
He sighed “.. I own the place.” He stated “.. you can’t tell any of your little friends that, by the by. I’m only telling you because I know you’ll keep that secret.”
If that was a threat, or a compliment, you’d never know.
“.. right.” You murmured “.. you own a sex club.”
“Mmh.” He hummed, getting up, pouring himself a scotch., sipping it as he sat down.
“.. not gonna offer me one?”
He almost smiled at that “.. you can do without.” He sipped his scotch.
“… are you going to ban me?”
He sighed. “.. I should.”
“.. will you?”
“No.”
TBC.
