#dionysus and orpheus

[doc-holmes]

KAOS incorrect quote !!

Orpheus and Dionysus walking out from a bar, "drunk".

Orpheus, pretending to be pissed : 'I'm really drunk Dionysus.. we might have to rent a hotel room or summit..'

Dionysus, trying to be nice : 'Or I can just drive?? Your house isn't too far–'

Orpheus, on the cusp off having eight panic attacks, five siezures, and fourteen mental breakdowns just from the thought of Dionysus driving : 'Y-you know what-.. Di... I'm not drunk anymore... I don't feel drunk at all. So I'll drive! Yeah? OK.. good!'

[mcsiggy]

i made this awhile ago and forgot about it until now so uhh here u go lol

[thequietesthing]

i’m sorry but KAOS is like a greek mythology fanfiction AU on steroids and i love her for it.

[windsweptinred]

Orpheus in his own words being 'too much'. Wanting to breathe in the every breath his love breathes. Never wanting to be apart. Loving to an extreme.

Dionysus being the god of ritual madness, religious ecstasy, ecstatic dance, wild frenzy. The divine embodiement of being passionate to an extreme.

One desperate for love, one desperate to love. They were hand crafted by the Fates for each other your honour

[assignedpeanutallergyatbirth]

🚨Minor Kaos spoilers, mostly about ships🚨

Genuinely losing my mind over the fact that the only relationship, the only form of love to receive divine support is Orpheus’s intense, overwhelming, needy love. Bc Orpheus doesn’t love Eurydice, he worships her. He puts her on a pedestal and devotes himself to her.

And obv there are like plot reasons for Dionysus’s support of Orpheus. But it keeps sticking out to me. Bc the gods don’t care about the sweet and equal relationships between Riddy and Caeneus or Nax and Theseus. Hell, Poseidon straight up ignores and completely disregards Minos’s love for his children, especially Ari.

And it’s just so interesting bc the only “love” to receive divine approval (twice!!) is Orpheus’s worshipful devotion. And I just think it shows so much about how the gods interact with humanity. Even those who care about and interact with humans fundamentally misunderstand human emotions relationships.

[suzieloveships]

Y'all better go and watch Kaos on Netflix because I need season 2! I need to see Dionysus and Ari meeting! I need to see Riddy and Caneus reunion! I need to see Zeus's downfall

[tragicsiblings]

Killian Scott as Orpheus Nabhaan Rizwan as Dionysus

KAOS (2024)

[capinejghafa]

1.01 // 1.08

[mykaxxvii]

I couldn't become your Orpheus.

[xiuminsmygrandpa]

I’m watching Kaos and I gotta know if anyone else ships Orpheus and Dionysus because their chemistry is unfucking real

[amalias-whatsoever]

what the heck was kaos on netflix???

until like the last episode I wasn't sure if I liked it, like fun and smart and all, but I thought I wasn't entirely convinced

and then Orpheus and Riddy see each others again and they leave each others for good because they know it's the best thing to do, because sometimes beautiful things end and it's okay, they still happened you'll move on. and I was SOBBING, like ACTUALLY CRYING MY EYES OUT.

I don't know when I last cried for a TV show.

so yeah it's good I recommend it.

[hopstitchstell]

Wanted to share these here as well. I've been on my own journey through Hell cross stitching all of the bond forged icons from Hades! This game has been one of hyperfixations for a while now lol

[brimo5]

Dionysus places Orpheus' head on his shield, shows it to Athena and says "he can sing better than your gorgon". 100% bacchic freaks.

Gorgon: Dude, your lord odd. Orpheus: I know.

[margaretkart]

Orpheus's end

I have been thinking of making my interpretation of his end ,as it was known to be by the Maenads.

Dionysus in this comic, wants to ease his suffering but oh the irony doing it the same way as Eurydice died. To make him fall asleep and be at peace before the Maenads arrive to tear him apart.

Well comparing it with Pentheus, it would be viewed as a "gift" indeed. As a new beginning for him to meet his beloved in the Underworld.

[windsweptinred]

I believe the show made Calliope Orpheus’s manager instead of his mother/muse? It's never properly established. But I'm assuming Calli is meant to represent Calliope in the world of Kaos. 

But ‘canonically’, Orpheus being a child of a muse and the grandson of Zeus, would go a long way to explaining why Orpheus is the way he is. His propensity to take everything to the tenth degree. To live and love to the extremes. To have a natural ego as Prometheus states, that has ‘no trouble accepting the prospect of a cosmic purpose.’ To find the notion of changing himself almost unfeasible. Riddy asks it of him, he doesn't even consider it for a moment, not even a second. He's human, he's mortal, but that drop of divine in the blood carries that self grandiose with it. 

In that respect he's a perfect mirror of Dionysos, a god with a touch of humanity within him. Whose own heritage allows him more human traits, like a greater capability for compassion, adaptability and even self doubt, that sets him apart from the rest of his family.  

[moonmaiden1996]

YOU WANT MORE??? OKKKKKKK DIONYSUS AND READER ALMOST GETTING CAUGHT WHILE HAVING FUN IN OLYMPIA???? READER HAVING TO PUT HER HAND OVER HIS MOUTH TO SHUT HIM UP BECAUSE HE MAKES SO MUCCH NOISE???? omg he'd be SO LOUD and the reader would literally have to shut him up in more ways than one, but he LOVES itttt 🥵🥵🥵🥵

YESSSSS we all know Dionysius has a exhibition thing going on...especially after seeing his introduction scene at the party. Convince me he doesn't.

This request just called to me and I had to get it done tonight....but don't stop sending requests!!!! Dionysus doesn't get the love he deserves!

Olympus was intoxicating, especially when you were with him. The gleaming marble halls and the warm glow of eternal sunlight felt worlds away as Dionysius pressed you against a cool stone pillar, his hands possessively exploring the curves of your body. It was dangerous—forbidden, even—to be this reckless in the heart of the gods’ domain, but the thrill of it only made you want him more.

“Dionysius,” you breathed, trying to sound scolding, though your voice lacked any real conviction. His lips trailed down your neck, hot and needy, his breath heavy against your skin, igniting a fire deep within you.

“Let them see,” he murmured between kisses, his voice low and sultry, a sinful grin tugging at his lips. “Let them know.”

You rolled your eyes, biting back a smile, but your breath hitched as his hands slipped beneath your dress, fingers skimming over your skin with a desperation that sent heat flooding through your core. He was relentless, pulling your body flush against his, his hips grinding into you with a ferocity that made your knees weak.

“You’re impossible,” you whispered, running your fingers through his curls, pulling him closer, overwhelmed by the sensation of his body pressed against yours. The heat of his skin, the urgency of his touch—everything about this moment was intoxicating.

“And you love it,” he teased, his breath warm against your neck, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist before slipping lower. The way he teased you drove you crazy, each caress igniting your desire. You knew this was reckless—being so exposed in the very halls of Olympus where any god could walk by—but the danger only heightened the exhilaration.

His lips moved to your ear, and you felt a low, rumbling groan escape his throat—a sound so rich and primal that it vibrated against you, sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re making it very hard for me to stay quiet.” his voice growled.

Your heart raced, excitement and fear intertwining in a heady mix. If anyone caught you like this—Zeus, Hera—it would be disastrous. You could almost picture Zeus’s fury, the thunderous reprimands echoing in the vast halls, but it was hard to care with Dionysius’s lips working their way down to your collarbone, his hands gripping your hips with a fervor that made you ache for him.

And then he groaned—loudly—a sound so deep and needy that it echoed off the marble walls, resonating around you like a forbidden symphony.

You gasped, heart pounding. “Dio!” you whispered, eyes wide with panic. “Someone’s going to hear you!”

But his eyes—dark and glazed with desire—were completely unfazed by the threat. If anything, your fear of getting caught only seemed to fuel him more. He grinned, wicked and dangerous, and then kissed you harder, as if daring the gods themselves to intervene.

You frantically clamped your hand over his mouth. “Shh!” you hissed, your heart racing. The tension between you was electric, every beat of your heart vibrating through your body.

He groaned against your palm, his tongue flicking out mischievously to lick your skin, the sound rumbling deep in his chest, hungry and wild. The heat in your cheeks burned hotter as you fought to suppress a laugh, swatting his shoulder. But you knew this wouldn’t be enough. Dionysius was nothing if not loud, and if anyone walked by, they’d hear every single sultry sound escaping him.

An idea struck you.

Without another word, you reached down, hooking your fingers into the waistband of your lace panties, tugging them down in one swift motion. Dionysius watched you with wide eyes, breath hitching, every muscle in his body tense with anticipation as you slipped out of them.

“What—?” he began, voice hoarse with desire.

Before he could finish, you balled up the delicate fabric and pressed it to his lips, pushing it into his mouth. His eyes widened in surprise, but then a deep, rumbling groan of pleasure vibrated against your palm as he accepted the gag. The sound was thick with desire, resonating in his throat, transforming your name into a muffled plea. His lips closed around your panties, eyes sparkling with excitement and mischief.

“If you can’t be quiet,” you whispered against his ear, “I’ll have to make sure you stay quiet.”

The effect was immediate. He shuddered beneath your touch, a muffled moan escaping as he savored the taste of you on his tongue, each sound vibrating through his body like an electric current. His need for you overwhelmed him, yet now it was silenced. You smiled at the sight of him—utterly at your mercy, eyes glazed with lust, barely able to hold himself together.

“Good boy,” you purred, running your fingers through his messy curls. His head fell back against the pillar, eyes closing as he let out another muffled groan. The sound of it—quieted, restrained—sent a wave of heat through you, igniting a deep ache in your core.

His hands found your hips again, pulling you closer as he pushed his body against yours, desperation clear in every movement. But he couldn’t speak, couldn’t protest, couldn’t moan without your permission. Every noise he made was swallowed by your panties, leaving him helpless and completely at your mercy as he sank deeper into you.

You rolled your hips against him, feeling the hard evidence of his desire. A wicked smile curved your lips. “You like that, don’t you?” you whispered, pressing even closer. “You like being quiet for me.”

He groaned again, the response muffled but urgent, the way his body tensed and the grip of his hands told you everything. He was loving every second of this.

His hips bucked forward, grinding into you with desperate urgency, and you gasped softly, your breath hitching at the friction. He was losing control, and you could feel it—the raw, untamed desire radiating from him as he fought to remain quiet.

But even with your makeshift gag, you knew you couldn’t let him make too much noise. You moved one hand from his curls down to his chest, teasing over his skin, tracing the faint outline of his muscles. His eyes fluttered open, glazed with need, as you leaned in to whisper against his ear, “If you don’t behave, I’ll leave you here like this. All worked up, with nowhere to go.”

His eyes widened at that, and you could feel the shudder of anticipation ripple through him. He shook his head frantically, another muffled sound of protest escaping as his hands tightened on your hips, trying to pull you closer. He was close—so close. You grinned, reveling in the power you held over him.

But then—footsteps.

Your heart stopped, and you froze, breath caught in your throat. Dionysius stilled too, eyes snapping open as the sound of footsteps grew closer, echoing down the marble halls of Olympus.

For a second, panic coursed through you and it was now your turn to groan at the sudden loss of him inside you. Carefully Dionysius tugged your tunic back into place before adjusting his own clothes, movements hurried but playful. He spit out your panties but instead of giving them back, he pocketed them, the fabric disappearing into his robes as he leaned in to steal a quick, teasing kiss. “I’ll keep these for later,” he whispered against your lips, ''be easier to finish what we started'' his voice still breathless.

You smacked his chest, eyes wide in disbelief, but there was no time to argue. The footsteps grew louder, and the two of you quickly ducked behind a column, disappearing into the shadows just as the figure appeared at the end of the hall.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you held your breath, pressed against Dionysius’s side. His arm slid around your waist, pulling you closer, and you shot him a quick glare, though your pulse raced from the thrill.

“You’re unbelievable,” you hissed quietly, face flushed as you imagined what could’ve happened if you had been caught.

Dionysius grinned, his eyes still dark with lust as he leaned down to whisper, “And you love it.”

He pulled you closer, his lips grazing your ear, and your body shivered at the intimacy of it all—the heat of his breath on your skin, the mischievous glint in his eyes, the knowledge that he was still carrying your panties as a souvenir.

The figure in the hall passed by without noticing, and as the footsteps faded into the distance, Dionysius gave your waist a playful squeeze. “I told you,” he whispered, his voice low and teasing.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips. “You’re impossible.”

His grin widened, and he leaned down to kiss you again, slower this time, savoring every second. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Dionysius was trouble, yes, but gods, he was your kind of trouble.

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