Prompt Post 1

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<sub>Names:
-Yuuri Katsuki
-Victor Nikiforov
-Yuri Plisetsky
-Seung Gil Lee
-Emil Nekola
-Otabek Altin
-Georgi Popovich
-Cristophe Giacometti
-Guang-Hong Il
-Jean-Jacques Leroy
-Phichit Chulanont
-Michele Crispino
-Kenjiro Minami
-Leo De La Iglesia

-Toshiya Katsuki, Hiroko Katsuki, Mari Katsuki
-Takeshi Nishigori, Yuko Nishigori, Axel / Lutz / Loop Nishigori
-Minako
-Hisashi Morooka
-Yakov Feltsman
-Celestino Cialdini
-Mira Babicheva
-Lilia Baranovskaya
-Sara Crispino
-Kolya Plisetsky</sub>


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[Fill] A Share of Joy and Sorrow - 1c

[(Anonymous)]

Mari hovered over Yuuri where he lay on he blanket-covered floor surrounded by toys and dodged his attempts to grab her hair. He wiggled around a lot and grabbed at everything within reach – including her hair! – but when he’d thrown or pushed all of his toys out of reach, he wasn’t able to get them back on his own.

That’s where Mari came in. While mom cooked in the nearby kitchen and dad was busy with the visitors, Mari’s job was to do her schoolwork and entertain Yuuri.

Well, the baby wasn’t officially her job, but it was a task that she had appointed to herself once she realized that she always knew what the baby wanted even when everyone else seemed pretty clueless. So Mari took it upon herself to be his protector. She collected his favorite toys for him, warned mom when he was getting hungry before he started whimpering, sang songs she learned at school and on the radio that was always playing when it was cleaning and laundry time, and if the onsen visitors ever got too loud while Yuuri was sleeping, Mari was quick to shush them (and earn herself a reprimand, not that it would ever stop her).

Right now, Mari’s schoolwork was nearly done and Yuuri wanted to talk.

Well, he wanted to gurgle and be talked to. So long as Mari kept up a steady stream of chatter – everything from that week’s school lessons to television programs to gossip that she definitely wasn’t supposed to be listening in to from the guests – then Yuuri remain rapt, eyes locked on her face and fingers shoved into his mouth. It was in her best interests to keep talking because when she paused in her storytelling, Yuuri would turn his focus to the dangling strands of her hair and reach out slobbery hands to grasp at it.

So Mari told him everything about her day. She even told him about Hisashi picking on Naoko before school and how Mari found Naoko crying in the bathroom.

“This is a secret, Yuuri,” Mari told him solemnly as she finished up her tale of the day’s drama. “You mustn’t tell anyone.”

Yuuri’s determined sucking him his fingers paused at her words, his eyes glued to hers as she punctuated each word with an imperious finger tap to his chest.

“I told her to pour glitter from the art project on his hair.”

Yuuri’s face broke into a huge smile around his fingers, and he giggled as Mari tickled his belly.

“Yes, I thought it was a good plan, too. He will think better of picking on people next time if he has green sparkly hair all day.” She looked down at her brother, seeing his eyes still locked on her face.

“Mari, what are you and Yuuri doing out here?”

Uh oh. Mari really hoped that her mom hadn’t heard the end of their conversation.

“We’re talking, mom. About school. Yuuri is a good listener.”