Yakuza x Reader (Mainly Majima)

Goro Majima : Kids

Majima is deserving 😩🙏❤️ I honestly think he'd be such a great dad, I fucking need more of this man being dad goals

8 years old : Hikaru Majima (named because Hikaru means light and the kid was his light)
6 years old : Ren Majima (I just like this name lmao)

He was going to have a daughter too but I'm not sure I can imagine Majima having a big family because of his lifestyle (maybe I'll expand another time)
MAYBE HE'LL GET HIS GIRL

This is mainly dialogue again I'm so sorry :c

"Ayyyy, ayy ay! Don't you dare answer it, Hikaru!!"

Shaking his head, Majima waited at the door, expecting his son to go against your word. Little shit was just like him. It was refreshing, sometimes.

"I mean it!"

Click. The door opened, two young boys stood there.
"Daddy!"
"Heyyy!" he shouted jovially, picking him up and cuddling him at the door, his other son, Ren, grabbing his leg. "I heard Mommy tell ya not to open it; now Daddy's got ya!" Pretending the kids were too heavy for him to carry, he walked as if he was trudging through sludge, their giggles warming his mad dog heart and persona. Laughing muckily himself, the younger one was plucked from his leg and held upside down by his ankle as if he was a monstrous beast. Their laughter was infectious, screams and squeals beckoning you to leave your place in the kitchen.
"What have I told you about answering the door to-?!" you stopped in your tracks, unsurprised by the source of the volume. "Oh."
Majima stopped, lifting the kids up above his head by their ankles so he could see you properly.
"Did you want a go?" He was sheepish as he laughed, clicking his tongue when you held your head in your hand, wondering what you were going to do with him. "Uh oh, bad Dad gettin' his boys in trouble again, huh? Ahh, c'mon then. Scram." Placing them on the floor gently, they scrambled and held their dad tight, refusing to let go. "Oi oi! I told ya both to get lost, c'mon!" Snickering, you folded your arms with a soft, knowing smile.
"You're the baddest boy."
"Hm..." He chuckled, handsome gaze forcing you to stare when he uttered something quietly, puckering his lips and begging you for a kiss. "Only fer you."
"Get out of here," you laughed, lightly bashing him away with your fist.
"Yeah, yeah," he moaned, mimicking you as you took his cheeks in your hands and planted a polite kiss on his lips. Recoiling, your children were in absolute mental pain, especially Ren, like young kids were around 'adult stuff'.
"Eeeuughh! Daddy's kissing Mommy!"
"Well, I told ya to scram didn't I, ya little Mite? Huh?" Swiping him up again, you giggled as he was swung round by his father, your hand coming to comb through Hikaru's dark locks.
"Alright you two, it's a school night. Bed time."
"Awwwww!"
Their faces were an absolute treasure.
"But, Daddy just came home," Ren said, lip puffing out, on the verge of trembling instead. Kneeling to his level, the oldest scowled and stormed off without a word. Majima noticed, looking on, confused.
"Oh come on, Ren. There's no need to cry, Darling. Daddy can put you bed and take you to school."
Patting your head for your attention, you glanced up at him from the ground.
"Hold on, Love," he said, chasing after Hikaru. You just left him to it, picking up the youngest boy and carrying him up the stairs to try and calm him down ready for bed.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Majima noticed a large cupboard door open ajar.  Peering through the slit, his son was sat there, seemingly brooding.
"What's up, little guy?" he said, reaching out to touch Hikaru's leg. "Wh'ya hidin' out here, eh?"
"I feel angry." Majima waited for an explanation, or at least more insight. It never came.
"How come?"
"Ren's such a crybaby."
"Well, he is only six-"
"One day, Mom could be in real danger and he'd just sit and cry." Saliva bobbing in his throat, the gangster was at a loss for words. He knew about feeling angry, but Hikaru was so young. Majima wondered if these long stints working were causing these feelings.
"Mom ain't in any danger. Not while I'm here."
"Y'ain't always here though, are you?"
Ooff... Kid's tongue was double edged. Sighing, he glanced around, thinking of what to say. Gesturing, he was firm to his boy.
"Come out."
"No."
"C'mon, just get out. Y'ain't in trouble, ya just don't need to be in here."
"I'm not coming out."
"Well... What's ya being in here any good if Mom's in trouble?"
"She ain't in trouble."
"Now yer just makin' no sense-"
"Goro?"
That was a shout from upstairs.
"Yeah, I'll be right there, Hon!" Switching back to his lad, he sighed, dropping his shoulders. "If I have to pull y'out of here myself, Hikaru-kun, ya won't like it."
"Is Hikaru-kun down there?"
Your voice was so sweet.
"Y'hear that? She's lookin' for ya."
"Alright. I'll come out. But it ain't for you. It's for Mom, so she doesn't get upset and cry."
"Fine by me, kid. C'mon."
Climbing out, he slunk out of the kitchen and went upstairs, his dad following a little while behind.