#orodan

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Orodan t4t reblog if you agree

[awintersrose]

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

A hot flare of contempt rushes over Orochimaru’s skin. “I’m not the witch you’re looking for. In fact, I’m not a witch at all. You’re looking for him.” He extends an accusing finger towards the cottage across the path, where a figure kneels, pruning absurdly perfect white roses.

As if sensing the eyes of his neighbor, the young man—if he can even be called young—waves excitedly at Orochimaru and gives him a winsome grin.

Orochimaru grits his teeth. Damned witch.

Damned witch and his shining white hair like fresh snowfall. Damn those eyes like the salt-lagoons west of the forest, brilliant aquamarine and practically sparkling. Practically sparkling because Katō Dan, the white witch of the woods, does truly sparkle in his brocade and velvet.

In which the rumored witch Orochimaru is trying to live and pursue his work in the solitude of the forest, but the actual white witch across the lane proves to be a constant obstacle.

Pairing: Kato Dan/Orochimaru

Rating: Mature

Warnings: None, just fluff and eventual smut with a whole lot of baking in between. 

Fantasy AU for @naruto-smut-monday inspired by this post.

[konohagakureship]

Orochimaru and Dan for a double character commission for @awintersrose !!! :)

Commission info

[alwoobles]

I’m one of the, like, three people that ships orodan (Orochimaru x Kato Dan) but damn it im going to induct more people even if it kills me

[awintersrose]

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

Orochimaru’s satisfaction feels like something that Dan has to chase when his lover’s golden eyes gaze down on him with such heat, as his slender fingers tangle in pale hair—not gentle, but not rough either. Not yet. 

Roughness will come, as will the mindlessness that Dan pursues with abandon. He needs this.

Pairing: Orochimaru/Dan Kato

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Deep-throating, Mention of Canon-typical Violence, Adult Ninjas Doing Adult Ninja Things

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For Day 3 of Rose’s Extended Kinktober - Prompt: Gagging

All Kinktober fics should be considered explicit unless stated otherwise.

[awintersrose]

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

Stolen moments make for star-crossed memories in the clear light of morning.

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Dan Kato/Orochimaru

Warnings: Sexual Content, Romance quickly followed by angst. Grief and brief allusion to suicidal thoughts.

Snippet:

At Dan’s touch, Orochimaru can breathe again. His lungs expand fully, drawing in oxygen, freed from tension and unease. Salvation is found in wind-chapped lips that score his own with heat, in eyes like a viridian dream, a color too exquisite to be real. One day he will surely wake to find it really was mere illusion—that Kato Dan was yet another whispered deception his mind contrived in the space between dreaming and wakefulness.

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For Sannin Week 2021 @sannin-central. Prompt: Dawn.

[writhingbeneathyou]

"Just take it" or "Want a bite?" for OroDan :)

A/N: For those of you who haven’t read the Naruto Gods AU, this isn’t going to make much sense. Essentially, Katō Dan’s spirit is only tenuously tied to his body and he has a tendency of slipping into other times and other worlds. In the story, these time jumps are usually either concurrent events, or in the future. The rest is too complicated at this point to explain without just saying “go read the fic.” lol

Time passes differently here in this liminal space between worlds.

Katō Dan can’t recall an instance when there was no linear ruler against which to measure the flow of the ether, but he’s heard the stories—crooned by a mouth more suited to lies than these spirant truths. He’s not had a handle on his own state of existence in so long that anything makes sense if presented to him as a shiny enough bauble.

And Orochimaru is nothing if not gilded.

Shimmering scales, eyes like inset obsidians, and wings glimmering with all of the colors of the sunset, even in quiet repose. He’s a captivating creature and Dan isn’t afraid to say he’s lost. Tsunade’s containment seal lies tangled between his fingers and the God of Knowledge’s claws where they settle on his chest, rising and falling slowly with each breath. The evidence of their lovemaking sticks and pulls at the soft scales on his belly.

It’s probably not the wisest choice to give so much of himself when his pieces are already scattered, but Orochimaru is endlessly enchanting beneath his layers of ambition. There’s an intelligence there and a passion that ignites as much as it soothes. He can’t think of a more worthy being to hold his heart.

Though, the stealing of chakra fruit from the great tree was rather petty, and Dan informed him as much, particularly when the elder gods were already beholden to his gifts of learning. Orochimaru had dipped his head in acceptance of the rebuke, all slit-eyed humor, and moved on to distract Dan with other things.

Dan smiles into the darkness at the memory of thin lips and far too clever hands. Water drips somewhere off in the distance as he allows his mind to float.

The sound of a coursing waterfall serves as ambient noise. Dan looks down upon the grisly scene of a man’s body torn through from the inside out—pans across the empty jail cell to two sets of abandoned shackles. He stands there for a time, arms akimbo, and sighs.

The oracle, Hinata, had told him where to find Madara, but apparently the God of Hearth and Home hadn’t deigned to stay put. He kicks the offending pile of chain and bursts forth into the daylight, an explosion of cherry blossoms fluttering to the ground in his wake.

The return to his own body is a smooth, easy transition this time. Thankful for the reprieve, Dan flicks his tail and widens his legs to more comfortably take Orochimaru’s weight. He buries his face into the luxurious fall of his hair.

And then he’s burning. Screaming with lungs that aren’t his, being torn apart like a star gone nova. Something mighty, with all the give of stone, crushes him down, down, down into an aching chasm. The pain is so intense—defeat, remorse, and physical rending all combined into one bright point of agony.

He curses the primordial god, Kakuzu, with his last breath and rages against Kurama’s smug, sanctimonious smile. The fox tells him to stop whining and just take it, words spilling from a mouth not his own. Above him, he sees the shifting colors of Orochimaru’s wings on another body and he somehow knows the wrongness of it is just a taste of what is to come.  

When he returns this time, there are slender hands on his face, a soothing voice in his ear, and the weight of thousands on his soul.    

[awintersrose]

These Sentimental Things

Pairing: Orochimaru / Dan Kato 

Rating: Gen

From this prompt list - Meriggiare - to rest at noon, more likely in a shady spot outdoors 

No one would believe it if they caught sight of him at rest, but the snake Sannin is not always as he seems, especially like this. His face is slack, soft, devoid of tension. In sleep he is free of cares, jaded ambition, and the burden of decades-old grief. Around them, the plum trees are in full bloom, fragrant blush-pink lace among the branches in the small bower where they have settled for a stolen clutch of noontime hours in an otherwise tumultuous and worry-laden time.

Hair like pooled ink falls over Dan’s lap, shining in the sunlight as gentle rays filter through the leaves, dappling shadows across their forms, illuminating and muting colors all at the same time. It nearly feels as though they are caught in a watercolor scene, a perfect moment suspended in this fanciful, almost liminal space that is only theirs. The doorway into another reality where this softness might never be interrupted.

Orochimaru’s brows draw tight and Dan wonders what his lover dreams. What dares to hurt him now, in the peace of his slumber, the one place where Dan cannot touch him? The one place where he cannot ease that which vexes him. Thankfully, the moment is gone as quickly as it arrived, and Dan finds himself grateful.

His dark haired lover has just come off a long stretch of lab work with little sleep, exacerbated by Dan’s absence due to a lengthy mission. Time runs differently for Orochimaru in the lab, it seems, and chiding him for it is never any use, so when a moment to cuddle turns into a nap in the sunshine, Dan can only hope it lasts as long as it may while they have a reprieve from responsibility.

It’s only been a month since Orochimaru and his teammates returned from the warfront in Amegakure, newly named as Konoha’s Sannin during a skirmish that could have very nearly cost them all their lives. Fortunately, Hanzo the Salamander held with a flair for the dramatic; either that or he was spent and close to exhaustion himself, thus finding a way to save face. At any rate, the reality is that their battle was the closest that the snake summoner has ever come to death, and the magnitude of this was all the more evident upon his return home. The day he asked Dan to move in with him. The night they made love for the first time.

War leaves its mark on shinobi, but their home has quickly become a sanctuary, and each moment they can spend together free of outward influence is something to be grasped with both hands. It won’t be long until one or both of them is called back to serve at the front, but that is not something Dan wants to think about right now, not with his lover sleeping so peacefully, here in the spring sunshine.

Instead, he thinks on sleepy morning tea times, stolen lunches, and firelit evenings. Of laughter, sarcastic conversation, and the sharing of stories; tall tales both true and fabled. Of intense spars, shy touches, milk-pale skin and aureate eyes that glimmer with inconceivable wit, sly mirth, and restrained joy; the sides of his lover that only he sees. If the rest of Konoha had any idea that their fierce snake Sannin were truly this beautiful soul beneath his tightly held veneer, Dan does not doubt that he’d have any shortage of competition for Orochimaru’s hand, or his attention.

For once, there is a chance for both their dreams to flourish in the form of family, and for old traditions to begin anew for the lone remnants of two forgotten clans. Orochimaru has already taken Dan to his family’s shrine, included him in various rites as a partner and a friend. Marriage is something that has gone unsaid in this time of war, but the Shimenawa mate for life, and Dan is well aware that he is as good as claimed. The proof has been in every interaction between them, the natural gravitation that pulls them to one another when things go wrong, when things go right, and for every pivotal moment in between.

Wind rustles through the trees as a pair of birds suddenly take flight, circling one another high into the endless azure sky until they disappear from sight. It’s as good an omen as any, and Dan cannot help but smile to himself, before closing his eyes and sighing softly as his fingers trace the satiny texture of Orochimaru’s jet black hair. He leans back against the tree trunk and dares to rest a bit himself, lulled by the softness here, surrounded by warmth and the sweet scent of plum blossoms.

Children’s voices ring in the distance, heralding the arrival of a genin team at the training ground beyond the tree line, and the beginning of the end to their midday escape. Dan opens his eyes and breathes deeply, looking down at Orochimaru one last time before he knows he will have to wake him, and a part of him is very tempted to continue to let him rest. But the serpent’s senses are as acute as ever, even in sleep, and within a single minute of the children’s arrival he stirs.

Hazy golden eyes blink up at Dan, slit pupils narrowing as Orochimaru adapts to full consciousness, slightly confused, unable to immediately recall how he ended up in such an undignified position. His gaze is immediately met by the turquoise depths of his lover’s and he senses the cool-water feel of Dan’s chakra melding with his own, the jagged edges filled in and rendered neutral. A slight smirk twists the edges of his lips upward.

“Were you really watching me sleep? How terribly sentimental, Kato.” Orochimaru snarks, unable to keep the ghost of a smile from making its way to his eyes.

Dan sighs and brushes a lock of hair away from his cheek. "As if you don’t do the same every morning when you think I'm still asleep."