#odaango

[yuuikida]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Ango fell into a predicament that he never thought he would be in.

At least he is in good company. Warning: One vampire bite scene (Very mild content, I did my best to be vague about it)

Part 2 of the BSD Rarepair 2020 series

[crystalpenguins-art]

Bsd Rarepair week 2019!! Day 1

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The Odaango ship really needs more love ;; and i will try to draw for it kn this event!

[crystalpenguins]

OdaAngo ~

Kinda a little - Normal au

Where Oda and Ango adopts a little Dazai taking from an abusiv home ;w; 

[chris-phd]

The adventures of Odasaku, the ninja teacher that wants to be a writer and his wife, Anbu Ango, what has to keep him focus on his real duty of training the next generation of ninjas in the Leaf valley ~ Also Odasaku’s team made of : Dazai (the orphan he took care of since he was little) , Kunikida (son of Hokage Fukuzawa) and Yosano (Dr. Mori’s daughter )

[tenzou-taichou]

I Love it when people discover the ship you created @chris-phd !!! U r the best Father!!!!

[crystalpenguins-art]

Bsd Rarepair week Day 3 - Carrying Home // Open Arms

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Help him, his afraid of hights!!!!

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RarePairWeek 2019 Day 2 - Nightmares

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I really love how this one turned out jus ;; lksdnfsnd

i wasn’t really sure on what to do on this one..

It’s kinda nigtmareish?

I image Ango woke up form a nightmare, where Oda was eather blaming him for everything, or where Ango saw him die

[chris-phd]

Odasaku’s perfect dream

Odasaku’s ability to write so beautiful and passionate come from a secret ability of his.

He always found himself writing in his notebook when a strange scent tickle his bipolar neurons inside his nostrils triggering him to remember the most sweet events he treasure somewhere in the back of his memorycard. He was just writing about how Ango’s hair smell like chamomile and avocado mixed with olive oil~ and that scent came to life, how soft that texture was falling in his palm like melted snow, how his skin felt under his teeth when he bite  ~ He could close his eyes, stretch his arm and grab on the carnal milky layer of tissue and squeeze it with his hand. The dark-brown hair with little lighten strands could curl around his long fingers so hard until they drain the blood out of them. And all seem so real while he writes until Odasaku gets addicted to create the perfect story where he could retire from life.