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snuggetfish · 3 years ago

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I know that you're busy but would it be too much to ask about some Dadjima having a tea party with his little daughter, Bun-chan and maybe some other dolls and plushies 🥺? Bonus points if Majima's wife is taking photos of the tough Yakuza patriarch who is absolutely wrapped around little finger of a five year old and attending a very important meeting with Bun-chan. Bun-chan doesn't take shit and is a one hard negotiator.

I like to think that it's kind of a tradition for Majima and his little pride and joy to have those tea parties at least once a week (he really tries to make it but his line of work doesn't really allow to have a regular schedule.)

Even when she's a grown up the meet for tea in cute cafes for their quality father/daughter time.

Anon this is just the kind of sweet mental image I needed to get me through a tough week! 🥺💖💖 I wrote a short fic based on it and I hope it does your idea justice!

"Ya drive a hard bargain, Bun-chan," Majima declared, in between sips of his much-too-sweet tea, served in a much-too-small cup. He tried to sound poised and formal, offering the round bird plush his best “negociator” look, in spite of the awkward position he was hunched in.

"Bun-san!!" a feisty voice corrected from across the coffee table.

"Sorry, sorry where are my manners? Bun-san, o' course..."

“As I was sayin’, you and yer partner here”, he paused to glance at the dopey smile of a stuffed axolotl sitting to his right, “really know how to put the screws on a man.”

The pink blob had been carefully posed with its front legs looped through the handle of a teapot and its head turned to stare right at Majima, or maybe right through him, for maximum intimidation. Like waiting to make its move, the moment Majima emptied his cup.“More tea, sir?” it would’ve said, in an ominous, froggy drawl.

Concealing a smile, he turned his attention back to his little daughter, who was supposedly preoccupied with fixing Bun-chan’s tie, but secretly stealing glances at him. Her big eyes sparkled with an eager hope, unmatched in intensity by any of the other beady gazes from around the table. Had daddy finally given in?

“So it's ok then? Sweets before dinner and I can stay at Midori-chan’s house tonight?” she questioned.

“Sweets before dinner once a week. An’ it’s gotta be a fruit, no chocolate. Ya can stay with yer little friend as long as ya like, “ Majima conceded, before dropping to a lower tone to add: “...provided ya hold up yer end of the deal too."

The girl squirmed on her seat, pouting.

“No more stayin’ up late, kiddo. We agreed on nine as bedtime.”

“...ten?” Seemed she wasn’t going to give up so easily.

“Nah, if momm— my advisor—” He briefly locked eyes with his wife, sat just an arm’s length away, teacup in one hand and camera in the other “ —says ya gotta be in bed by nine, there ain’t no ‘buts’ about it. Girls need their beauty sleep, y’know?”

“But, but...

“What’d I say about ‘buts’?”

“But then I don’t get to see you come home...”

The sentence hit Majima like a boulder to the chest. As much as he’d tried over the years to not let his work keep him busy late into the night, the days where he could arrive before the entire house had gone to bed were still few and far between. He felt foolish for thinking that maybe, with her mother always around, she wouldn’t notice his absence.

“Hey, c’mere,” he motioned to his daughter and she obliged. As soon as she was next to him, she pressed herself to his side, half trying to climb into his lap and half hiding her face in his shoulder. Majima’s hands instinctively went to hold her, rubbing small circles on her back.

“Listen honey, how about this: every night daddy’s home late ‘n yer already asleep... he promises to tiptoe in yer room to give ya an extra big smooch. That sound good?”

She wiggled a bit, angling her curious little face up at him.

“How big?”

“The smooch? Big enough that it wakes ya up... but only for a second! Then ya gotta go back to sleep.”

“Show me how big!” she kept wiggling.

“Need a down payment first, huh?” Majima chuckled and wasted no time bringing his lips to her soft cheek, squishing harder for every one of her delighted giggles. When he pulled away, she seemed almost disappointed it hadn’t evolved into a tickle fight.

But there was still business to discuss. And besides, the sweet scene had already been immortalized. Amidst the giggling, he was certain he’d heard the faint sound of a shutter going off.

“So, about our deal,” Majima began, certain now that he’d sweetened it enough to make his girl acccept it with no further grumbles.

The kid didn’t respond, instead sllipping out of his grasp and padding over to each of the plush participants. She whispered some words into each of their ears (or gills, in the axolotl’s case) and nodded gravely as she listened to their equally conspiratorial replies. Finally, she turned back to face her dad.

“My advisors told me to tell you:... yes.”

An afffectionate grin spread across Majima’s face and this time he made no effort to stop it.

“Well then, was a pleasure meetin’ with ya today, ladies, gentlemen...”

He bowed his head in a parting gesture, but just as he was about to get up, tiny fingers tugged him back down.

“Wait! How we gotta do the cup thing!

The cup thing? He watched her hastily grab the lukewarm teapot and fill the two closest cups, Majima’s and Bun-chan’s, as it happened. Then with slow, ceremonious movements, she swapped their places, nudging them in front of their new owners before enunciating in a clunky Kansai:

“That’s how ya seal a promise!”

Majima could do nothing but blink at his reflection in the clear liquid. Oh. The cup thing. Of course. Sakazuki. What 5-year-old yakuza daughter wouldn’t know about it?

#anon asks #snugasks #dadjiima #snugfics #majima and bun-chan are kyodai now I don't make the rules #trying to get back into the fic writing habit 🙏💖

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snuggetfish · 3 years ago

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I've just finished reading "All that Glitters" on ao3 and it was awesome! Due to the tags I thought for a moment that the mysterious girl will turn out to be his Ane-san and Majima's partner 🤭.

I like how you reflected on Minami background and the tattoo part.

Also Nishida leaving the post-it note💙

Ohh thank you anon!! I'm glad you enjoyed reading it! "All That Glitters" is probably my second most obscure fic, but I like to think it's got its own charm! And yea I know that just a couple of days ago I said I don't write for minor characters and while that's still typically true, my headcanon for Minami's backstory gradually grew from some Discord convos and I eventually I couldn't get it out of my brain. Plus a lovely anon had requested something Minami-related right around that time so the stars aligned!

BUT listen, I never thought of tying in a potential Ane-san that way and I'm digging it 👀 Final, final scene:

Hours later, near the crack of dawn, Majima crawls into bed next to a dozing figure. Soundlessly, he gets under the covers and slides an arm over her waist. With his eye closed and his face buried into her hair, he's mumbling, more to himself than to her: "That's another one down....Ya should stop bein' so nice to those knuckleheads or they're all gonna catch feelings by the end of the year... 'n they really don't deserve ya... Neither do I." 💕

#anon asks #snugasks #snugfics #my most obscure fic is my very first one #from back when I was still telling myself #I just think eyepatch man's neat no feelings here no siree #I did recently re-edit the last chapter of it tho... it was the prototype for my later Dadjima angst 🥺

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