EDIT: SLIGHT AGE CHANGE FOR CONTINUITY WITH OTHER CHAPTERS
👹SPOILERS FOR MAJIMA'S PAST👹
Also: periods and pregnancy are mentioned, but it you're playing Yakuza I don't think that's a problem really🤷♀️
SOOO me and my friend were talking about Majima being happy he got his family after all, considering what happened with his ex wife and we agreed that Majima deserves to be a Daddy 🙏⭐
My friend sent me these too 🌈😭⭐
Majima's got a daughter now. I can't leave him at 2 sons, come on now
Of course I complied because this man deserves happiness.
Majima is maybe like 46/47 here
Hikaru Majima : 17
Ren Majima : 15
Jouko Majima : Around 14-16 months (I was sooo torn between Chouko and Junko so I just mashed them together lmao)
Based between Yakuza 4/5, but going off the wiki because I haven't played through all the games yet like a skrub. Some spoilers for the games up until that point, since I've decided to completely spoil myself by reading about them and watching videos 🙉
Saejima is me with children, I cry when I talk to them.
Also the 'crazy for you line' was actually something I overheard in a shopping queue, the cutest shit ever.
Her nickname happened when I drew a picture of a baby and she looked like a potato smile.
Also I've been working on this for a few weeks so there may well be errors just point them out 😂
Majima was due to come home today, after a long stint working outside of Tokyo with his family members. It had been at least two months this time, so seeing him walk out of his Kamurocho skyscraper office was such an indescribable feeling.
You'd been through so much with him after his arrest last year and reconnecting with his former oath brother. Strutting out with his best friend and colleague, Taiga, you couldn't help but stare at your husband from over the road. You weren't sure what, but there was something making him look far more handsome than usual.
The sun was out, shining down on the tower and the two men, flecks of light skidding off the polished glass. Despite that, it was chilly enough to be coat weather.
Once you crossed the road with the pram, Majima noticed your unwaning interest, of course, and deliberately smirked, refusing to take his gaze off you, either.
Well, until your daughter started yelling for her father from her pushchair.
"Jouko-kuuuun!" he sang in a stupid voice, smiling widely to make her show him some teeth. Covering his face, he scuttled on up to her, bending before the pram so she could see his hands. "Where'd Daddy go, eeeh?! He's been playin' too much peekaboo... BOO!"
Her cheeks plumped up, showing off Majima's mischievous laugh she'd inherited; as well as his grin, a more than decent payoff considering she had come out looking so much more like you, unlike her brothers.
"Hey," you greeted, sighing contently.
Fucking hell. This was bliss. The greatest adventure of his life. His family.
Majima often wondered how he'd wound up so lucky. Being a gangster, he never imagined he'd one day get to experience the joys of having a real family. It was something his poor brother would never experience for himself, now. Taiga had spent far too long in prison and led too sheltered a life to have that. Sure, he had Majima's kids call him Uncle Taiga, and they genuinely adored him, but there's no way it was the same.
Unclasping her from the buggy and holding her in his muscular arms, she squealed and tried to give him sloppy, toddler kisses. Getting saliva all over his mouth and nose, he didn't even care to wipe it off. This was his little girl, his one and only, precious little girl.
Bringing your attention back to the two frolicking outside Millennium Tower, the one-eyed slugger was spinning her round in the air and making playful noises to hear her infectious laughter, a sound which he truly treasured. Sighing, you shook your head lightly.
"He's a total dickhead, ain't he?"
"Mm," the large man agreed, turning to stare in his warm parka coat. "I do wonder where I found him."
"I wonder why I kept him," you joked. Both of you knew in your hearts, it was because he was the most reliable man you'd ever known.
You loved Majima. So much. You were unable to communicate it with the human language, because there was no human language that could describe how you felt about him. He was the ultimate keeper.
Suddenly, you were pulled from your simping by a cute voice babbling and a cry.
"OHHH, enough of Daddy now, huh?" he overzealously shouted, making you huff in amusement.
Her father held her at his chest, trying to kiss her and watching as she waved at his colleague, fingers grabbing over and over in the air. Eventually growing tired of this, she began stretching to get out of his grip.
"Okay, yeah yeah... Over to Uncle Taiga!" he squeed, handing over the girl to her favourite uncle.
Taking her, she looked miniscule in his large hands, the very sight making his eyes prickle with tears. Saejima was an absolute sucker for children. They were so innocent and pure, the love for a child was one he couldn't place anywhere else in terms of different relationships.
Children saw the world in such an unbiased way. They didn't see the black mark on him or their father that said 'yakuza scum' or 'incarceration' or 'murderer'.
He and Majima were truly all of those things... But the love they held for those kids was parallel to that of a doting, loving family member.
Hell, you had your own dark dealings from the past, their mother, and they probably loved you most of all.
He'd always joke that the fact Majima had two sons meant he needed two hearts to hold all the love he had for them both.
Then, highly unexpected, 'the surprise', Jouko, came along and that grew to two full hearts for each of them, making more hearts than they could count.
"Jouko-kun!" the brute cheered, hugging her and babbling to her. She gave kisses to him, too, her plump hands grabbing his face and retracting when he pretended to bite them like a monster.
With his daughter distracted, Majima took the moment to deal with you, grief stricken as usual from this recent escapade. Placing a hand on your arm from the side, you felt a faint dusting of blush heating your cheeks when he looked down at you, eye filled with adoration when your gazes met. Embarrassingly looking away with a smile, it made him snicker, the man stroking a hand over your head.
"Don't be gettin' shy on me now, Babe."
Swallowing, you tried to regain composure, flinging yourself at his skinny middle and burying your face in his chest.
"Fuckin'... Jesus! Yer gonna snap me, holdin' me so tight, woman," he mocked. You ignored his jeer, snuggling him with a slight noise of content.
"I've missed you."
You were so fucking cute. He always forgot, then remembered suddenly when you were doing some adorable shit like this.
He was so undeserving of such love.
Smirking, a breathy chuckle jumped in his throat, gloved hands wrapping around you and pulling you in as close as possible.
"I've missed ya, too."
Kissing the top of your head, he rested his crooked nose on you a while, simply appreciating a moment of calm with you before Jouko inevitably kicked off, crying for her mother from Saejima's buff arms.
It didn't last long enough.
"Don't let go," you whimpered, balling your fists against his jacket. You were released from his protective grasp far too early for your liking, a hand moving to your neck to gently manoeuvre you into the crook of his armpit, arm draping over your shoulder instead.
"C'mon girl, let's go get somethin' to eat," he said, hand coming up to stroke your cheek and push it towards his lips, in order to kiss your forehead sweetly before leaving your side to tend to his baby girl. "Alright, Jouko Potato Face! Time to get back in the pram!"
His voice was gratingly high pitched when he spoke to her, but it was out of adoration. She squirmed of course, repeating the word 'no' over and over. Strapping her in, he kissed her chubby little hands, making her giggle and smile.
Majima was far from the perfect man. He was lazy and forgot things, sometimes important things like birthdays and bills, but he never forgot promises.
He was obsessed with baseball, which was just annoying, fought far more than you cared to admit and this whole gang thing had taken a serious toll on your family over the years.
His continued involvement with the yakuza frightened you to death, but you guessed it was all he had known at the end of the day.
It had been far easier for you to give up your life of crime, since thievery wasn't exactly done in guild form. People hired you to get a job done and you did it. You could walk in and out as long as you didn't get caught.
Your lover's incarceration the year previous was the lowest he'd sunk in quite a while, but he'd clawed right back out of it - for you and your children. If that wasn't burning resolve, you didn't know what was.
Bidding Saejima goodbye, Majima raced to the pram, excited to push it after so long.
"You're giddy today," you giggled, hugging his arm as you walked.
"I got my two best girls. How can't I be?"
Deciding on a cafe, you were taken to your seats and offered a high chair for the baby.
Sitting her down in it, Jouko blew bubbles and got excited, slapping the plastic.
"Alright," you laughed, handing her a small pocket mirror to look at. It went straight into her mouth, much to your dismay. "She really likes looking at herself at the moment."
"Well, she's yer double. No wonder really, considering what a knockout you are."
"Shut up," you stammered, blushing violently. "She gets her cuteness from you, Goro."
"Haw? I ain't cute, it must be you." he retaliated, turning his head a little as he spoke. "It has to be. I'm rugged and rough 'round the edges. But you ain't, are ya, Jouko-kun? Nah, yer a soft darlin' like yer momma, ain't ya? Ehhh?" Looking over at you, he gave you a moment to read the menu, instead looking at his surroundings. "Whaddaya want?"
"I'm thinking..."
"Pink hot chocolate with extra whip?"
Smile growing on your face, your eyes softened like marshmallows in hot chocolate as they gazed up at him.
"How did you know?"
"It's yer favourite."
Majima took himself to the counter to order, returning with a fiendish smile across his lips. You watched as he sat down, a chocolate bar in his hands.
"Daddy's gotcha somethin'."
Removing his gloves, she squealed as he opened it, breaking some off and handing it to her. You gasped, watching them together.
"Lucky Jouko! Getting chocolate before dinnertime!" He was so excited, brimming with delight when she grinned widely.
"Eat it, my Darling. Ignore yer momma, it's yours."
Breaking up some more, he placed the pieces on her highchair for her to pick up and eat, the low melting point of chocolate hitting its brink in her hands.
"That's it. I think someone likes chocolate," Majima noted, humming quietly. "Yer got it all over yer potato-face!!"
Tickling under her chin, the laugh that came from her was so precious. He sighed contently, unable to take his eye off her. "And yer hands. Yer really wearin' it, Sweetheart."
Drinks were brought over, two hot chocolates and a juice for Jouko.
Leaning forward, you stroked her features, wiping chocolate onto your fingers a little.
"Daddy's got you some juice, you want some? Shall we put it in your cup?"
"Ooh, ooh, lemme do it!!"
Taking her sippy cup from out of the pram, you passed it to him, Majima unscrewed it and poured her juice inside. The sight of a drink intrigued her, her waiting face so cute.
"Okay Baby, is this Daddy's juice?"
"NO!"
"Heheee, ain't no need to yell!" Checking the lid was on properly, he passed it to her, lying his chin against the plastic tray to smile at her.
After an hour, she started falling asleep, pulled out of the chair and against his chest, instead. Jouko's hair was dark like Majima's, but she was the absolute double of you in every other way, except when she puffed her cheeks and smiled or laughed.
Then, she radiated cheeky Majima energy.
"God, they're so cute at this age, ain't they?" he smiled to himself. "Then they grow up and get bratty, like Hikaru-kun."
"Like you, y'mean," you giggled, rolling your eyes and sipping some chocolate from your cup.
He'd never imagined having any children at all, after his turbulent first marriage. Having two was a dream come true on it's own... A third was honestly just heaven.
His mind went to when you had found out you were expecting her.
You'd been feeling pretty gross over a couple of days, complaining of stomach cramps, aches and swollen breasts, honestly just putting it down to early menopause, since your period had been iffy for quite a few months, too. Finally, you went to the doctor after a fortnight of vomiting and getting worse, when he'd begged you to and threatened to drag you there in a bodybag.
When you came home, he'd been washing dishes at the sink, humming to himself and minding his own business.
"Listen here, you absolute sleaze," you'd said, showing false anger. When he turned round, you were stood glaring up at him, hand on your hips with a pout.
He loved it when you acted tough. The man was like a giddy puppy who had been tamed.
"Whoaaa, now slow it down, gal... I ain't been that bad to ya in a while. Whaddid they say? Ya been gone ages."
"You've gotten me pregnant, Goro, that's what they said! At 44 years old!"
"Eh? Ya sure 'bout that, Babe?" Looking down at you, he took a step back, getting a good look at your middle. "Yer lookin' pretty normal to me."
"Yes, I'm serious." You twisted your other arm to reveal monochrome ultrasound pictures to him. "I'm 20 weeks. No joke. She's kinda at the back which is why I haven't really shown." Gasping, his jaw dropped, excitedly reaching out to grab the pictures. "Oh, yeah. It's a girl. I... Know how much you wanted a little girl."
"NO fuckin' WAY!!!! Yer really expectin'!"
He could barely contain himself, seeing the tiny baby forming in your stomach on the pictures.
Placing his hand on your stomach, you were pulled into a passionate, nose squishing kiss.
"You've done this to me," you squinted with a sultry look on your face, smiling and letting him kiss you again. "This is your fault."
Practically bursting with excitement, Majima couldn't stop himself.
"Can we... Can we keep her? Please?"
The fact he had to ask was heart breaking. "I-I didn't mean like that. I'm just... So excited," he mumbled, lip trembling. "Thank you."
"There's no need to cry, Sweetheart," you laughed, wiping a tear from his cheek. "Come here."
He swallowed harshly, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in the crook of your neck.
"I always wanted a little girl."
"I know."
You didn't know anything about his ex wife, or even the fact he had been married before.
Mirei had been so sly on his tender heart, whether she had appropriate reasons to or not.
Ever since that moment, when she had told him about the abortion, he knew he wanted children. He wanted to be a dad. But he needed the right girl for that dream, and you were that girl.
He'd loved the other so much, given everything he had to her, but she was too young. Too immature. You were perfect. A flawless fit to rugged old Majima.
"She ain't going anywhere," you replied gently, smiling. "She's in here!"
Looking through each of the photos for the fifth time, he gazed over the top of them at you, practically bursting with delight as he bent down to kiss you yet again, before going back to look at them over and over. The man was bubbling with delight, gripping the photographs so tightly they were bending between his fingers.
"Y/N, this is... I'm just- How far along are ya, then?"
"Twenty weeks. I'm not sure how I went this long not knowing."
"Twenty?!"
Slinging his arms round your body, you were pulled into a tight, tearful hug, resulting in you tapping out. "Easy, easy! Don't squish me! I'm pregnant."
"I'm gonna have a little girl... My own little girl."
Smiling, he sighed.
"Y/N, let's have another baby," he whispered rather casually. Choking loudly, your drink had gone down the wrong way, making you wheeze and draw attention to yourself. Glaring at you, your reaction wasn't taken lightly, his voice dropping. "I meant that, Y/N. From the bottom of my heart."
You gasped, still feeling tickles at the back of your throat.
"I'm sure you did... I just..." Recovering with a couple more coughs, you looked over at him, his face looking a bit dejected. "I just... Wasn't expecting you to be so... Forward. In a cafe. Sorry."
Was it really that much of a shock to you?
Wasn't he a good dad? Wasn't he good enough?
Sighing, he looked down, glancing as his girl slept across his torso and chuckling. Naw. He'd just have to work on you a little bit.
"S'alright... I just never imagined I'd be so lucky havin' even one kid... Never mind three."
"Well... We've just had one," you giggled, still choking a little. "You can't start being broody now. You're almost 50. I'm getting on myself."
"Ain't gonna stop me," he grimaced jumping back in his seat. "Jouko-kun was a surprise, maybe there'll be another."
"You're crazy."
"Crazy fer you."
"Oh God... Are you going to carry a baby then?"
Oh, how you tittered with glee. The way your mouth was shaped when you genuinely laughed, baring teeth at him. It made you look beautiful as all hell.
He decided that whilst you weren't taking him seriously right now, at least he'd made you laugh so much you had to put your drink down. He'd get you. Somehow. Maybe not with another kid but... He'd do something naughty to you... And make you like it.
Small wriggles drew him to his chest, his little snugglebum waking up from her nap.
"Ohhh, hello Sleepin' Beauty! Ya have a nice nap?"
Her face could make butter melt, hair all mussed up from sleeping, cheeks red and lips pouting. Snuggling back into his jacket, she decided she wasn't ready yet.
Goro was an amazing dad. The best you could ask for.
Sure, he had some mega flaws to do with the law, but he was so hands on with them when he was around.
Plus, your children adored him, especially Jouko, who was growing up to be a total daddy's girl.
You wouldn't know from the look of him or the way he acted, but Majima was actually very sweet and sensitive.
His ex-wife was something he hadn't talked about in a long time, and didn't intend to tell you about. Patting the soft marshmallow limbs of his baby, he kissed her head, tenderly brushing dark locks from her chubby face as she slept soundly.
"I didn't think I'd have kids. I didn't think I'd be the type."
"Ya didn't?"
"I always wanted them but... Well... The kids would get such grief if people found out they were linked to an ex-thief. I didn't want to put them through that."
"Yer the best mom these kids could have. No matter what job yer doin' yer heart stays the same, don't it?"
You'd opted to become a stay at home mother, completely denouncing your shady past. The robberies, the gunfights, the lounge singing, the clubs, the stripping pole, everything. After moving to Kamurocho, most people didn't even know about your previous experience, despite the fact you were married to Majima, who was pretty well known. Your oldest son, Hikaru, was very protective, much like his father, and unfortunately chose to exercise that the wrong way. He was always beating up punks at school, picking fights on the way home, and even with his own family. After Jouko came to the world, the vigilant streak grew twice as thick. He'd even said it to his dad himself, he had two girls and his brother to protect whilst Majima was gone. Ren was sweet, but too soft. Poor Hikaru tried to build him up as he had grown, but it had just turned into resentment.
Majima could see you weren't right, gripping your hand on the table.
"The past don't matter. Our family, now, is what matters."
Before you could reply, the baby spewed all over him, brown goop resembling chocolate dripping down his crisp white shirt.
"Whoopsie... Too much chocolate for, Jouko."
Your lilted laugh as he fumbled with wet wipes was all that could be heard throughout the cafe.