【Aoyu】Third year of thinking differently

※Kazakh Hero Alpha×Russian Fairy Omega

※N years after the background of the original work / see the article for private design

※ABO/Proposal/PG

Part 1

It is the rest period when you feel something is wrong with your body.

Added: Another break from a gold-medal-ended season.

Yuri Prisetti, the shining diamond, the Russian goblin, another jewel of the Commonwealth...

After this long list of praise: 20 years old, 180cm, Omega.

...But compared to all of these, Yuri prefers the title of "Russian Gold Bandit" given to him by an unknown magazine a few years ago.

The 20-year-old Yuri claims to be a lot more mature. After all, compared to before, he no longer "so-so" minded the compliments that were forced on him, and he no longer "so-so" rejected the attribute of Omega.

Not to mention that years of high-intensity training and competitions made him have no time to take into account the biological sex that he once cared about. The "Omega Five Crowns" alone is enough to shut up all the guys who still have complaints about his identity.

Yuri, who claims to be mature, has thrown up several times this week, several times before breakfast, and more on his own dining table.

——But they are Omega, no matter how good their physical fitness is, there will always be a few days when they are not comfortable.

The blond stunner, who grew more and more radiant with age, didn't pay attention to this - although it didn't take long for him to notice the uncomfortable reaction from his body: first it was bread, then milk, and finally Piroshki.

If Yuri could still ignore the first two items, then this favorite that made him retch... undoubtedly gave Yuri a slap in the face for not thinking about "that direction".

Part 2

"--Pregnant?"

The young man on the other end of the video call is traveling/practicing in that country again, and his rare surprised expression is displayed on the huge screen.

Yuri took the time to poke the dark cheek on the screen: "Ah, I fucking vomited twice today."

"Go to the doctor immediately,"

"How is it possible." Yuri cut off his words in a simple and rude manner, and then without looking back, he pointed to the shelf where the medals were displayed behind him, "I'm gaining momentum now, what should I do if I get photographed by reporters?"

"At least make sure."

"I won't want it."

His understated reply silenced the person on the communication network for a few seconds. After a few seconds, the person walked into a building and asked him in a quiet environment, "Then go to the hospital too."

"Compared to this, my hero—" Yuri raised the corner of his mouth maliciously, "You are so keen on the post-match summary, why don't we analyze which sex went wrong?"

Otabek Altin, the hero of Kazakhstan, is low-key and reserved by nature.

23 years old (although some people believe it is 32 years old), 189cm (although some people believe it is 198 years old), Alpha (although some people believe it is Beta [).

And presumably—perhaps, possibly, as if, as if—the future will come to the gates of the new world.

...It's just that the gate is heavily locked, and the key to unlock it is obviously in the hands of the Russian goblin.

Otabek has just finished his daily exercise, and the video call with his long-distance lover makes this kid look like an electronic pet in his mobile phone—a cat, which is flammable and explosive, and both the ignition point and the hairy point grow on him. body.

With the growth of age and the increase of practice, the increasingly strong physique can attract attention everywhere——Otabek took off his T-shirt, and found that his electronic cat still did not even look at it for a minute or a second turn to him.

"I remember that time three weeks ago we were all drunk."

"Yes," Otabek responded and approached the shower, "the vodka you brought is strong enough."

"And I was woken up by you, I mean my—"

Otabek's heart skipped a beat, and the sound of water pouring out of the quickly unscrewed shower could not cover Yuri's voice——

"under."

Otabek, who was chilled by the unexpected cold water, covered his face helplessly: "...Sorry."

"It should be that time? Then I'm three weeks pregnant, right? Then it shouldn't be a problem to get rid of it, right?"

"Yuri—" Otabek poked his head out of the shower, his wet hair was brushed back obediently, "It's about your body, so be careful."

There was no one on the phone screen, and Otabek waited for a while, only to see Yuri, who had just raised his head, hugging the small trash can in his bedroom, sighing with a bad complexion.

Part 3

按照尤里这边的算法，俩人交往5年也恋爱了5年；而按照奥塔别克的初衷，他们俩确认情侣关系至今撑死也就2年——算上作为朋友交往的3年和此前他对年少的俄罗斯妖精一见钟情后暗恋的5年，尤里在他心里眼底已经栖息了10年之久。

No matter how uneven the time difference is, both of them forgot one thing: No matter how they are combined, they are only young people in their early twenties.

When Yuri in his early twenties proposed not to have children, Otabek in his early twenties was inevitably a little bit disappointed, but after the loss, this always calm man noticed that their age was not suitable for having children.

——What's more, they are just lovers, not yet married. In order not to imprison this living goblin, they didn't even get married. Of course, they can't talk about a family.

So Otabek put on a bath towel and picked up his cell phone, and said to Yuri, who was hesitant to hang up the phone after finishing the summary, "You are right, this gift is too sudden, we still need some preparations."

Yuri, who didn't understand the meaning of his words at all, frowned for a moment: "What gift?! What did you send me?"

Otabek bent over Yuri's unprecedented smile. He laughed muffledly for a while before wiping his hair and walking into the bedroom: "I sent you...the sand from Central Asia."

Yuri, who vomited several times throughout the night, really hoped that the strong winds and sandstorms would bury him directly—otherwise, his sickly appearance would not only be uncomfortable for his family, but even he himself would not be able to stand it and would feel sick to his stomach. of myself.

If the pregnancy reaction was really so uncomfortable...then he would be killed and never have a baby.

——Why don't you just make him the world's first Omega ligation!

"Ah...you idiot, me."

Instantly dispelling the unreliable thoughts in his mind, Yuri huddled into a ball under the quilt, like a kitten who can curl up into a ball and sleep soundly all day long in winter, and also like a wild cat who can only rely on his own belly A little hedgehog keeping warm.

He spent the whole afternoon half asleep and half awake in nausea. In his dream, he scolded Otabek, who dared to show his presence at this time, a hundred and eight thousand times. As soon as the screen turned, he heard the unique ethereal feeling of dreams. voices of parents.

——The mother seemed to be scolding the father, and the child was tortured into the current state after a few days of return. The father listened silently and comforted him from time to time; he was probably the child who was still cared for as a baby in his dream even though he was an adult .

Just a little time, about a second... no, not even a second.

Yuri suddenly felt: there is a child between him and Otabek...

— This seems to be a good feeling.

Part 4

"--Excuse me."

Yuri woke up from the dream of being insulted and beating the child's father (.) when he was touched by an ice hand on his face while he was asleep.

Judging by the smell alone, he felt that he was probably trapped in quicksand, but soon the chilly sweetness that erupted from him neutralized the hot smell.

Yuri opened his eyes - Otabek was beside his bed.

"Well...how do you..."

"I sent you sand from Central Asia, remember?" The man pointed to himself, then grabbed Yuri's coat that was piled up on the ground next to Yuri's bed and put it on his shoulders, "Come with me to the hospital now."

"Are you crazy! I already said I don't want this..."

"You are not pregnant." Otabek held Yuri's face, which was limp but still struggling as much as possible, with both hands, just like the peace and comfort he brought to the other party every time he did this, "...I know this means What, so not once overstepped this step."

Yuri settled down, like a cat whose tail was blown but someone squeezed its tailbone, slowly calmed down from the panic: "So the last time was...?"

"I didn't ejaculate inside, so..." Otabek hugged him tightly, racking his brains to make the situation easier, so he started talking nonsense: "So, if you don't have another lover, then you It's impossible to get pregnant."

Hearing this, Yuri almost exploded: "Fart! Of course I only have you!!"

——This disheveled Russian goblin is cursing and has no temperament, his limbs are weak but his whole body is still bursting with momentum, like a rose covered with hard thorns but full of fragrance.

Otabek patted him on the back lightly, and it was the first time he was pointed at the nose and scolded from beginning to end by the person paralyzed beside him.

After scolding for a long time, Yuri's complexion was ruddy and he was gasping for breath. He slammed his elbow on his abs: "Get out of here, have you greeted my grandpa yet?"

Part 5

"...acute gastroenteritis."

Yuri took two pills angrily: "It's best."

Otabek handed him hot water, and fell down on the snow in the snow-covered yard of this ice and snow country.

"Hey--"

"You scare me."

Yuri, who had a shocking oolong, curled his lips resentfully: "I didn't do it on purpose."

Otabek raised his hand, Yuri put down the cup and put his hand on it subconsciously, and then he was pulled by him and fell back on the snow: "Hey!"

"Don't worry, I know exactly what you want, so it won't affect you." Otabek stared at the far-reaching sky, exhaling white hot air like a smoke ring, "Yuri..."

Yuri turned sideways, stared straight into his face and turned to himself—

"After retiring, will you marry me?"

Otabek looked into Yuri's wide eyes.

"Yes, or not."

END