Dazai x reader one shots

Death

Death: the act of not being alive.
A subject the suicidal manaic named Dazai Osamu has decided he wanted to take upon himself to figure out.
An action he has attempted countless times and failed.
What the brunette man didn't take into account was that Death might have a body, a personality and would be standing right in front of him.

A woman standing in front of him.
(H/l) (h/c) hair.
(E/c) irises that sparkle in the moonlight.
Her dress looks like the night sky was painted on the fabric and animated.
Dark blues, hints of purples and silver stars.
Her face is ageless and beautiful.
"Osamu," she whispers.
Her voice was enough to stop his heart and make it race.

"Is this the end? Can I finally die?" He asks, reaching out to cup her face. "The kiss of Death right?"
"You have much life to live. For you wonder why it is you still live. No I am not here to take you. Your infatuation is what has called me here." She lays her cheek against his palm and closes her eyes.
"My insatiable appetite for death. I never expected it to be a creature I could hold in my arms."
His free hand holds her waist and rubs with his thumb.
"You think me ethereal. My form is different for each person. It reflects that which you desire."
"Is that why I can't take my eyes away from yours? I may get lost in them."
"You may, yes. You may fall into the depths if you look too long."

Dazai pulls away so her being is at arm's length.
"I know not how to proceed. I have never conversed so long with a being."
"I'm sure you're used to being kissed and left with a lifeless vessel."
She opens her mouth to object but gives a reserved smile. "Yes. The kiss of Death and I move on. Maybe it is because you are different. You are not yet ready to move on from life but you are so obsessed with me that I was brought here."
"Maybe it was fate. I am meant to show you worldly pleasures you would otherwise not know. I don't want your kiss but I want you as a whole. Your being as well as your consciousness."
He gestures to her body then her mind.

"You desire to show me human pleasures? The act of two beings becoming one?"
"If you promise not to kiss me."
"I have never felt that emotion before. My form now is best suited for the occasion, correct?"
"Yes your body is perfect. Now I wish to take you back to my apartment. Is that suitable for you?"
A small giggle escapes her lips but she composed herself.
"It is."

Once Dazai closes the door behind her and leads her to his bedroom it all becomes a blur.
He couldn't recall how long they were in ecstasy or when she left.
All he knew was that he wished she didn't have to leave.
Many can claim they've danced with Death, the dead can say they kissed Death, but only Dazai Osamu can say he made love to Death.

This was confirmed when the brunette came home one day in the spring.
He found a bassinet next to his bed and a baby girl inside.
A note is pinned to the side of the rocking bassinet.

The result of our actions. Her name is (Y/n). Care for her and live. When she is grown and you are old I will return and claim you again. As you mortals say: I love you, Osamu. I will never forget you.

Dazai looks down at his sleeping daughter.
Her hair has a base of his light brown and highlights of (h/c).
Soon the baby's eyes flutter open and he sees one brown and one (e/c). (If brown, one is lighter than the other lol)
This baby is the perfect mixture of her parents.
Her expression brightens and she reaches up for her father.
"I'm not father material." He whispers picking up the baby. "But I refuse to be apart from you."
(Y/n) gurgles and cups his face with her hands.
Dazai leans their foreheads together. "I love you." He whispers.

His phone ringing interrupts the tender moment.
"Hello?" He answers, rocking the baby gently.
"Dazai where are you? We have an important case!" Kunikida yells from the other side of the phone.
"I might need to go on maternity leave." The suicidal maniac informs with a serious tone.
"Dazai maternity leave is for pregnant women. Which you are neither. Now get to the office."
Dazai looks around the room as he hangs up the phone.
A dark item on the bed catches his attention.
He walks over and finds it's a carrier for him to hold her on his chest.

15 minutes later Dazai walks into the office, baby strapped to his chest.
Everyone looks at their co-worker confused.
"What is that on your chest Dazai?" Atsushi asks, pointing.
"It's my daughter." The brunette responds casually as he walks to his desk.
"What?!" Everyone yells.