Thread by @honeybreaths

#sakuatsu #skts // omegaverse, o!omi, a!atsu, royalty au, slight angst, parenthood/mpreg
@HQomegaverse #hqomegaverseweek2022

As long as Atsumu could remember, his life had always been boring. Since his twin brother Osamu was older, he was the one inheriting the throne instead

of the blond. When Atsumu was younger, he often felt jealousy towards his twin and so they were fighting a lot but over the years, he accepted his fate and had to realize that this wasn't as bad as it first seemed.

He had way more free time than his brother, sure, he still had

to attend lessons from their private tutor, but overall, it was pretty chill. He could spend time in their library as long as he wanted, could enjoy creating art and the best thing: he was able to leave the castle at any time to visit the town below.

He was a strong alpha who

had learned how to fight with a sword from early age on, so his parents wouldn't need to worry whenever he left the castle. Yet, he was still a prince, so a knight always had to accompany him. Most of the time though, Atsumu didn't even acknowledge his presence.

Today was

a sunny day, no clouds could be seen and sometimes a warm breeze would ruffle through his hair. As he was riding down the road, he greeted some farmers who friendly greeted back; the people of the kingdom had always liked the two alpha twins after all.

When he finally reached

the town, the first thing he did when climbing off his horse was to get a warm bun of the town's best baker.

"Good morning, my prince!" the old man greeted, "lovely day, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Atsumu smiled back, "it's very nice."

"I'm sorry but the buns will take a little longer

than usual," the old baker said, "I hope this won't be any inconvenience for you."

"Don't worry," the blond reassured and then sat down on one of the benches. He looked through the window and glared at the knight who had been waiting outside the building the entire time.

Just as he wanted to turn back to the old man to start some small talk, his eyes caught something outside. And it was more like some𝘰𝘯𝘦 than some𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨.

"Who's that?" he asked no one in particular, he guessed any person in the room would have enough common sense to

answer him.

"You mean that man with the black hair?" a younger boy replied and pointed to the 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 Atsumu had been staring at. Said raven was rearranging some baskets next to a market stall, and while the situation itself didn't looking quite appealing, Atsumu

couldn't bring himself to look away.

"I've never seen him before," he then said, "is he new?"

"Yeah," this time it was the old man who answered, "he and his family moved here about two days ago. The father is an alpha salesman and his mother an omega housewife.

We don't know much about 𝘩𝘪𝘮 though, my prince. He is very reserved and not exactly talkative."

"I see...," Atsumu's voice trailed off as he kept looking at the handsome man right across the street. How his black curls would bounce whenever he moved and how the

emerald-green clothing he wore would hug the exact outline of his tall, gorgeous body.

Even as the baker handed him the bun and even as he stepped outside the bakery, he kept on looking.
Atsumu didn't know what it was. Why he was feeling so interested in this person

he had never seen before, what was so endearing about him.

And then it hit him, the loveliest scent his nose has ever got to smell. He closed his eyes and inhaled again. Lavender with a touch of roses. A smell which must belong to an omega.

When he opened his eyes

again, they immediately landed on the raven on the opposite side of the street who was now looking back at him.

Before the alpha realized it, he had already stepped in front of him.

"Hello there," he greeted and when he didn't receive an answer, he just

continued, "what's your name, pretty?"

"Don't call me that," and even though his tone was filled with nothing but pure annoyance, his voice sounded like velvet, so pleasant that Atsumu could probably listen to it all day.
The other turned his back to Atsumu to continue what

he was doing before he got interrupted by some blondie.

"That's not really how you talk to a prince now, is it?" The movements of the raven stopped. 𝘏𝘢, 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘢.

He heard the raven take a deep breath before turning around again. "My apologies," he said and

bowed slightly.

"At least you have some decent manners left in you," Atsumu joked and received a glare from the other in return. "Now, as I was asking, what's your name?"

"...Sakusa...Kiyoomi," the omega answered and wow, Atsumu didn't think the beauty in front of him could

have such a beautiful name as well.

"Prince Miya Atsumu," the blond said, "'cause you apparently didn't know." He shot Kiyoomi a sheepish smile who could only roll his eyes in return.

"Thanks," he turned around again, "my pleasure."

----

Later that day, the sun had already

gone down, Atsumu was lying in his bed, staring up to his ceiling.
His mind was still occupied with the encounter from earlier and god, the thought of his scent alone was making him feel all dizzy and fuzzy inside.

The alpha didn't have a mate yet which wasn't exactly a problem

since he wasn't heir to the throne anyway. That didn't change the fact that his parents still tried to urge him to consider marrying an omega of another kingdom whenever they could, much to his dismay.

But all those royal omegas were either stuck-up, drowning

in all their wealth and power, or were broken down to act as the perfect doll, to please and bear children.
Atsumu didn't want any of that so he kept on rejecting omega after omega; he wanted to find the perfect omega himself just like they did in the romances novels he'd read.

And this time it was different. Now, he wanted the seemingly reserved yet quite snarky omega to himself. He desired his attention, his love, his affection and all that after only one encounter.

Before drifting off to sleep Atsumu decided to have exactly one goal: to make

that omega 𝘩𝘪𝘴.

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"You again," the raven said as Atsumu was standing in front of him once more the next day.

"Still not the proper way to talk to me but I guess I'll let that slide for now," the blond smiled, "are you selling those fruit?"

"Obviously."

Atsumu barked a laugh at the bluntness and took a look at each of the different fruit, some even unknown to him.

"Where did you get all these? And— oh! What's this?"

"A dragon fruit," was the answer, "my father brought them with him from his last trip."

"And 𝘺𝘰𝘶're

selling them?"

"My mother wants me to."

"I see," Atsumu said and looked at the dragon fruit in his hand once more, "I'll take some of these then."

Kiyoomi nodded and immediately prepared a bag with some of them for his quite unusual customer. +

"Your eyes are really pretty," Atsumu suddenly said and it made the omega stop in his tracks for a split second, "they're like the night sky. So dark, so beautiful and so...𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴."

"Are you always telling people you just met how pretty their eyes are?" Kiyoomi

snarked back and rolled his eyes while handing Atsumu the bag which he gladly took.

"No," the blond retorted, "only to those who deserve it."
The prince turned around and before he walked away for good he said "see you tomorrow then!" and waved his goodbye.

----

Kiyoomi didn't understand. He didn't understand why this Atsumu kept coming back to his little, insignificant market stall to buy these weird fruit his parents ordered him to sell.
He didn't get what a 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 found so interesting in him when not even his parents

spared that much attention to their child and he also didn't understand why the other was complimenting him so much; he might be close to even believe that nonsense.

It's been a few weeks since they first met and maybe Kiyoomi found himself looking forward to the prince's

daily visits. Sure, the rumors which were going around in town didn't go unnoticed by him but until now, he couldn't bring himself to care all that much. Except that his parents found out about them as well.

"Is it true you've been having a secret affair with one of the

princes?" his father asked over the dining table in his usual monotonous, calm voice which made Kiyoomi choke on his meal.

"What?"

"People say that one of them keeps coming to your stall to flirt with you," his mother continued, "and that you seemingly enjoy it."

"I—"

"Is it true?" his mother snapped. She was more than displeased to hear such unacceptable thing, "I thought I raised you better than to whore yourself out to some alpha who gives you a little bit of their attention."

"It's not that!" he defended, "you've got it all wrong."

"Oh? People say a little bit of something else," the woman retorted angrily, "they say he even gave you a ridiculous nickname."

"He's just— he's just a customer," Kiyoomi lowered his eyes and tried swallowing the forming lumb in his throat, "and we just happen to talk a bit."

The raven clenched his fists on his thighs, there would never be 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 between them anyway.

The next day Atsumu was on his way to town again and this time with a big ambition: he was finally going to ask the graceful, tall omega out today. Yet when he arrived, he already

sensed that something must be wrong.

The lovely scent he grew addicted to over the past weeks was different on that day; it smelled sour, bitter, 𝘴𝘢𝘥 even.

"Heya, Omi-Omi," Atsumu greeted happily as always and usually Kiyoomi would grumble a small 'hello' back but today he

received a normal, "good morning, my prince" just how all the other people in this town greet him.

Atsumu looked at him with wide eyes. What?

"Is something wrong?" he asked and stepped closer to the raven who didn't bother moving away like usual, he just turned his head away

from the blond.

"Kiyoomi?" 𝘔𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, Kiyoomi thought, 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 ?

Before the raven could react though, he was already grabbed by the arm and pulled

into the next alleyway.
"Prince Ats—"

He was pushed against the wall. "Tell me what's wrong."

Kiyoomi didn't look into the golden, glowing eyes of the alpha whose thickening earthy scent filled his nostrils.

"I don't—," he breathed and 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 why did that scent had such

a strong impact on him? "I don't know what...you're talking about."

"Kiyoomi," there it was again, his stupid name, "please look at me?" The omega felt a gentle hand being placed under his chin, the warmth of it burnt on his rather cold skin but he couldn't bring himself to

wanting to get away from it.

Hesitantly, he shifted his look to the alpha in front of him who wasn't angry or mad or annoyed like Kiyoomi had hoped and expected, instead the prince was smiling softly at him.

"What's wrong?" he asked again and 𝘯𝘰, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥

𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵.

"I—," he started and felt a warm thumb wipe at his eyes, "why do you act like this? Don't you know the rumors which are spread behind our - 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 - back? Do you seriously want to ruin your status among those people for an...omega

like me?"

"I'm aware of them, yes," Atsumu spoke after a few seconds of silence, "I just don't care."

"But you should—"

"And I don't care about that 'status'. Ever since I first saw you on that day, my mind has been occupied by you. I've never seen such a beautiful omega

like you and 𝘨𝘰𝘥, don't get me started on your scent."

"There are way more beautiful omegas like me out there. Some who are equal in your status, who won't ruin your reputation."

"Oh, my precious Omi," Atsumu whispered and wrapped his arms around the raven's waist.

"I want you, only you though. I don't only want you because you look good but because you're 𝘺𝘰𝘶. You are your own personality, have your own quirks and you're not afraid to show them. I love that about you, too."

"...you love it?"

"With all my heart."

"Why?"

Atsumu laughed a little and the sound was like music to Kiyoomi's ears. "Because," he said and placed two hands on each of the raven's cheeks, "I want to court you."

"I— we can't— 𝘺𝘰𝘶 can't—," Kiyoomi stammered and his soft and usually pale cheeks slowly turned

to a beautiful shade of red.

"Shut up," Atsumu smiled and pressed his lips against Kiyoomi's. At first the omega wanted to yell, wanted to scream and cry 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨, wanted to push the alpha away from him, wanted to get away

but as suddenly the kiss was deepened and soothing circles were drawn on his hips, he couldn't find the strength and actual 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 to do any of that.

A shaking and careful hand was placed on the alpha's cheek and Atsumu let out a content sound when he felt Kiyoomi finally

giving in. "Run away with me," Atsumu whispered and brought their foreheads together.

"But what about your family? Your brother?"

"I will tell him and he'll understand, don't worry," Atsumu reassured, "let me make you happy, 𝘒𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘮𝘪." +

- 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 -

It's been two years since the both of them ran away together. With the help of Atsumu's soon-to-be-king brother they moved to an empty house in the middle of the countryside and stayed there ever since.

For a living they had their own fields where they grew potatoes and wheat on and a few small stables with some sheep, chicken and cows; they even had two apple trees standing around.
But the best thing they gained and achieved over the past two years was founding a real family

together.

They had a son, a precious little bundle of joy and energy. He had the same black, curly hair like the omega yet was "blessed" with Atsumu's eyes and most of his personality, much to Kiyoomi's dismay (that's a lie).

Together they had seen him taking his first steps

and how his first words had been "Omi!" instead of 'papa' or 'dada' and the omega was so torn between wanting to cry and wanting to kill Atsumu at that moment.

The alpha needed to chuckle whenever he remembered that special day.

"Good morning, my love," Atsumu murmured into Kiyoomi's ear as the alpha wrapped his arms around the omega. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 omega. "Did you have a pleasant sleep?

As an answer he only received a tired, grumbly noise which made Atsumu laugh. Kiyoomi'd never been a morning person.

Atsumu snuggled closer to his mate, shoving his nose into the crook of Kiyoomi's neck where the raven's scent glands were located. He inhaled deeply and 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 he could still get drunk on that smell.

"My love," Atsumu said again and this time his one hand was slowly moving

down the omega's body and halted when it brushed against the plump belly of the omega.

"What are you doing?" the raven finally spoke but didn't open his eyes.

"Enjoying what's mine, that's all," Atsumu whispered. "Hey! I think it kicked me!"

"She's telling you to shut up," Kiyoomi hissed, "just as she should."

"Oh yeah? How do you know that it's gonna be a girl next, mm?"

Kiyoomi then opened his eyes to look down at his insufferable alpha who really 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 respected his morning peace and quiet. "I just do," he

smiled.

"Looking forward to it, my love?"

"Yeah," Kiyoomi ran a hand through blond strands, "very much."

Atsumu shot a smile back. "That's good then," he said, "because I can't wait for our family to grow."

Outside, one of their roosters screamed and yeah, both of them couldn't be any happier.

// fin <3

I cannot tell you how much it bothers me that I didn't tag it with "I want to court you" at the beginning since the focus of this thread actually lies on this jsnwienej 😭