((i still have to draw the n&n one though))

anonymous asked:

Could you write a scenario where boys' toddler child comes to them to show a drawing of boys and their children together? (I hope you get what I mean). I'd like this scenario with Leon, Kokichi, Korekiyo, Nagito and Byakuya, if it's okay for you

No problem amigo! Behold! Toddler art! In a ficlet format! Also C/N = Child’s name

Request: Leon, Kokichi, Korekiyo, Nagito and Byakuya - Toddler drawing

Leon Kuwata

Leon leaned back, upside down on the sofa. In his hand rolled a baseball, while the other was flicking over his little goatee. I better shave again soon… His hand travelled over his jaw and felt the rough against his skin. Couldn’t lose his style now could he.

On the other side of the room C/N sat, crayons in hand and pieces of paper littered across the floor. Leon didn’t know how C/N could keep it up for so long - they had a longer attention spam than him that’s for sure.

Soon he returned to tossing the baseball one handed up and down, as the blood ran to his head. He began to slide off of the sofa, as C/N turned around and grinned at him.

“Hm? C/N what’s up? What’ve ya drawn?”

He took the paper from C/N’s little hands and his jaw dropped. “Oh my god!! Is this us?!” C/N grinned and nodded, pointing at the two figures.

“Me, and Da-da!”

He wants it framed.

Leon is praising C/N again and again, not taking his eyes off of the drawing for a second. Okay the drawing wasn’t gallery worthy but it was definitely amazing in Leon’s books.

Just keeps looking at it and smiling and when you come home you find Leon watching your child drawing with a new-found interest.

Kokichi Ouma

Ouma was channel surfing. You’d gone out for a bit to get some shopping, leaving Ouma baby sitting. He would watch the toddler as it threw pieces of paper aside. Clearly they’re not up to standard.

He soon lost interest in the papers being thrown across the floor. He accepted he would have to tidy it later. His attention returned to the TV, where some people were babbling about politics and making digs at each other. Ughhh so many liars.

He exhaled and ran a hand through his hair, closing his eyes for a bit.


Ouma opened his eyes lazily, focussing on the paper being shoved in his face.

“It’s us! Do you like ittttt?”

Ouma took it out of C/N’s hands and literally squeaked.

“I love it C/N!!!”

He is running around staring at the drawing, making C/N giggle and try to chase him.

Seconds later you walk through the door and he’s shoving it in your face.


You nod and blink a few times before laughing at his glee.

“C/N come here! Look look, it’s having pride of place on the fridge!”

Ouma plants the drawing on the top of the fridge with a few magnets and points at it

Korekiyo Shinguji

He was researching folktales and your toddler was sat at the table opposite him. Korekiyo was completely engrossed in the books, not really paying attention to C/N.

Every now and again he would reach down to grab a discarded crayon. The giggles as he handed it back make him smile, but he didn’t stop to study what C/N was drawing.

Each crayon was being used until it was run down blunt. Korekiyo started mumbling to himself as he read, so engrossed he doesn’t notice the piece of paper being pushed toward him.

“Da-da! Da-da look!”

He looked at the paper and it took him a minute. Wait… Is that me? The little details made it identifiable, the wraps on his hands, the longer hair.

He’s really flattered, especially how long C/N had taken drawing it. Just stays quiet looking at it for a while, before pulling his mask down and smiling at C/N.

“It’s beautiful C/N, I’ll keep it close always,”

You end up coming home that evening to C/N asleep on Korekiyo, the drawing in one hand and his other around the little toddler atop him.

You don’t have the will power to move either of them so just crash on the couch.

Nagito Komaeda

Nagito was dozing on the sofa, chest rising and falling in the evening sun. C/N was on the floor beside him, continually tugging at his sleeve to show him what he’d drawn. He would awake, nod and smile and pass a half praise before dozing off again.

He was still half asleep when C/N’s tugging became more insistant.

“C/N… What’ve you drawn, let’s have a look,”

He takes it off of C/N, and stares at it for a while.

“Ahaha! C/N it’s us! That’s adorable,”

He leans over and pulls C/N into his lap. “Shall I do one for you too?” C/N is giggling and nodding, and Komaeda picks up his own piece of paper and a crayon and begins to do a little drawing of his own.

He does a little trade with C/N, and kissed them on the head.

“My drawing is trash compared to yours though C/N, you know?”

C/N is smiling and hugging the drawing to their chest.

“Do you want to frame them C/N? Your drawing is definitely worth framing on the wall,”

You return to see a series of framed drawings along the wall featuring either Komaeda and C/N or the whole family. Seeing a bit of favouritism here…

Byakuya Togami

Togami had been behind the desk for hours, leaving C/N to occupy themself in the office. He’d given them a few pens and old bills to draw on, while leaving them to it. Though now the continuous work was getting to him, as he ran a hand over his forehead and placed his pen down.

C/N was on the floor, totally focussed on the drawing on the paper. Togami sat at the desk for a while and watched as they drew, unable to actually see what was going to be drawn from the angle he was at.

He wrote a few more things down before he called it quits on work.

“C/N, what are you drawing?”

He walked over to them and crouched down. C/N looked up to him and grinned, before passing him the drawing.

Byakuya Togami is actually speechless. Sure it’s not the work of an artistic prodigy but in his eyes it’s ten times better.

He kisses C/N’s head and picks them up, sitting behind the desk again. “Say, C/N where would you want this framed on my desk?”

Togami and C/N were working on the best frame for the drawing when you returned, and it was the most heartwarming thing you’d seen in a while.

(Sorry if this deteriorated…. I’ve been working on it for a while…)

Chapter Two: The Family You Know

A rough life from beginning to now, (Y/N) hadn’t expected it but, it had at the time, gotten much worse. Her seventeenth birthday was the day. At that time, birthdays weren’t much celebrated, but the Mikaelsons didn’t let it pass by without recognition. To celebrate, the four: Elijah, Klaus, Rebekah, and (Y/N), all went down to the alomst-adults favorite place to relax. A wide, empty meadow, trees and flowers outlined it, colors and variations of all kinds surrounded the area. But, (Y/N)’s favorite thing about the meadow was the thin, rocky river the weaved and curved around the grassy plain. It was one of the few places in which no one had inhabited, and that was increasing to everywhere with the Vikings and Native Americans about.

“What about Bears? Or Wolves?” Rebekah questioned, still weary on the idea of sitting out in such an open place.

“Don’t worry, sister.” Klaus answered, a grin on his face. “I’ll scare any wolf off.” Rebekah frowned at him, an unamused look on her soft features. It was only a moment of glaring at her big brother before she let out a laugh, she tried to hold it in but failed horribly. Klaus let out a laugh himself, glad to amuse his sister. Elijah spoke through their fits of laughter.

“When was the last time you saw a bear anywhere near here, Rebekah?”

“A few weeks ago. Big and brown, horrid looking.” She replied after gaining back composer. She motioned with her arms, as if showing the size of the bear.

“Don’t ask if she’s seen any wolves, please.” (Y/N) added quickly, not wanting to hear any more talk of wolves. Rebekah and Klaus, as expected let out restrained giggles. “I haven’t seen either in the times I have come here.”

“Maybe they moved in.” Rebekah joked, a smirk forming on her lips.

“Alright, that’s enough talk of wolves.” Klaus cut in, though a small smile still hung.

“I agree, brother.” Elijah said, he still looked quite unamused.

(Y/N), hearing enough talk of nonsense, moved further into the meadow, drawing nearer to the river. Her heart thumped with excitement, eager just to sit by the river and watch the life the moved through the woods surrounding. Watching other life was one of (Y/N)’s greatest pleasures in life, and also something she valued. She knew what the Mikaelsons were. A myth in the human world, but feared: no life, no aging….Immortality. She knew that she never wanted to be like one, not ever. She eventually wanted a family of her own, she wished to grow old and die, and she wanted nothing more then the 14th century, and that was all. Not the 15th or 16th or any after. She wanted to remain human. Pure and innocent, and Mortal. Yes, she loved the Mikaelsons, and if she was Immortal shed remain with them, but as a Mortal, she knew they didn’t have forever together and eventually she would, by choice, leave them. She didn’t want a child, her child, near people who could kill others so easily, let alone ones who had the desire to do so.

“So, this is where you come everyday.” Klaus said as he came near the river. (Y/N) already sat perched on a rock, her legs hanging off the side. Elijah and Rebekah followed after Klaus, also curious of the new place. The three siblings spent a few moments glancing around themselves, taking in the woods and river, and life.

“Yes, no one knows this is here, so no one else comes here.” (Y/N) answered, a sly smile playing on her lips. As the three Mikaelsons continued to explore around a bit, (Y/N) continued to watch around herself, her eyes glinting with happiness.


The day drew on, and eventually the siblings grew anxious, and began to want to wonder back home.

“(Y/N), the moon is almost completely up. We should head home before werewolves come out.” Klaus spoke. “I honestly do not feel like fighting with them.” He tossed another rock into the river before standing up, taking a moment to gain balance.

“I am growing restless too. I know you aren’t one for sleeping, but the rest of us enjoy it.” Elijah added, coming to stand next to his younger brother. Though, as the two turned to face where they thought (Y/N) had been sitting all along, they saw she was no longer there. Sharing a glance of confusion, Klaus and Elijah searched around themselves expecting to find the human near by.

“(Y/N)? Where did you run off to?” Klaus called out, panic beginning to set in.

“Where has (Y/N) gone?” Rebekah questions in a tired voice. The girl-Original had decided to rest up against a truck of a large tree awhile ago, clearly getting bored with the activity. Being awoken by the sound of her brothers calling out for their friend wasn’t exactly nice.

“I’m not sure. She’s seem to have run off.” Elijah answers, a confused look on his features.

“I thought she grew out of these games.”

“So did I-” The conversation was cut of by a loud scream from not too far.

“Help! Help me!” A spine-chilling screech came from the opposite side of the meadow. The Mikaelsons knew immediately who was in danger.


As quickly as they could, they were across the meadow in search of (Y/N). It wasn’t easy to see, only the light of the moon lit up the made path. None of them knew what kind of trouble (Y/N) was in, but it sounded terrible. In the years they knew her, she never screamed like that, she never called for help. She wished to get herself out of those kinds of things. She was in a deadly kind of danger, they were sure of it, and it was enough to send them into panic and anger. Who dares touch their (Y/N)? Who tries to put her in danger when she is part of the Original family? A deadman, they knew that for damn sure.

“(Y/N)?” Rebekah called out in a panic, but Klaus quickly covered her mouth with his hand, shushing her.

“Do not let them hear you, little sister. We don’t know what kind of danger they’ve put (Y/N) in.” He explains, removing his fans from her mouth.

“I can’t hear her.” Elijah whispers.

“I can assure you, we will find her.” Klaus replies, a confident yet frantic look on his features.

~This ones kind of long, but I hope you enjoyed. Chap. 3 soon! -Ky

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