Disclaimer: I don't own Yuri! on Ice.

"I can not believe that we will watch this shit," Yuri groaned, hiding his face into his hand.

"What's wrong, Yuartchka? You were the one who wanted to watch a Disney movie tonight," Victor reminded the younger as they were sitting on the sofa in Victor and Yuuri's shared apartment.

"Yes, but not the 'The Little Mermaid'!" Yuri exclaimed, glaring at Victor. Because of seeing red, he could not realize the smirk on the others' face. "I am not some kind of little girl…"

"Come to think of it, you and Ariel have lots of similarities," Victor said, touching his chin. "Both of you are adventurous, your singing voices are cute, you can be disrespectful to your dad-"

"YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER, GEEZER!" Yuri slammed his hand into the sofa, a huge blush spreading on his face.

Seeing his expression, Victor's smirk widened.

"I did not think about me. I thought about Yakov." Yuri started opening his mouth to say something, when they heard footsteps stepping into the room.

"Yurio, saying mean things about Coach Yakov is not a good thing," Yuuri said on a scolding voice as he was sitting down between Yuri and Victor with a bowl of popcorn in his hand.

"Sorry…" Yuri mumbled, averting his gaze in embarrassment.

"Awe, Yurio! You listened to what your mother said!"

30 minutes later both Victor and Yuri were hiding their faces into the crook of Yuuris' neck. Yuuri rolled his eyes slightly, while petting Yuri's hair.

"T-that stupid witch is fucking scary!" He mumbled on a high pitched voice, nuzzling closer to Yuuri. He felt as a gentle smile appeared on Yuuris' face.

"Where is my comfort, Yuuri?!" Victor complained, looking up, but he hid back immediately as he caught a glimpse of Ursula taking away Ariels' voice.

"You are a grown up man, Victor. You can handle it yourself," Yuuri answered, knowing that his fiancé was pouting.

Deep inside his heart – under the fear – Yuri felt victorious.

"Yuuri~ Look at me, please~" Victor cooed for the nth time as Ariel and Eric were in the boat. Yuuri blushed and looked into the empty bowl in his lap. He knew that he could not be weak, because that would have R-17 consequences.

"Ugh, this is disgusting!" Yuri said, sticking his tongue out. That stupid romantic music always made his stomach turn upside down.

"Just wait until you found your love, Yurio," Victor cooed again, right then towards the younger Russian. "Or maybe-" but he could not finish, because Yuuri finally gave him the attention he craved for – by poking him in his ribs.

Yuuri and Victor were standing in front of the sink in their kitchen. They had finished the film and Yuri had been already sleeping in the guestroom. Victor stepped behind Yuuri and hugged him.

"We should have our wedding on a boat, don't you think?" He asked, kissing Yuuri on the top of his head. Hearing the others' little giggle made him blush.

"Victor, you promised me that it will not be really extravagant, remember?" Yuuri asked, looking up at him with a spark in his eyes.

"I just want it to be unforgettable…" Victor mumbled, looking aside a little bit.

Yuuri turned around in his arms and stood on his tiptoes. He gave a little kiss on his lips. After they had parted, his smile widened.

"Do not worry. You becoming my husband will make it unforgettable enough for me."