#kaos orpheus x reader

[moonmaiden1996]

His New Muse

Orpheus x Reader

Possible spoilers- Obsession warning

A new beginning—that’s what Orpheus was supposed to find. How he was meant to do that, he had no idea. How do you start over? How do you find another love as powerful as the one he lost? Someone worth descending into the underworld for, enduring trials for, dying for. That was until he met you.

It was your smile, your hair, your scent, your eyes. In the middle of a bustling crowd, you caught his attention. You didn’t even notice him, but he saw you, all of you. From that moment, something changed. Orpheus was determined not to repeat the mistakes he made with Riddy—clinging too tightly, suffocating her with his need. This time would be different. He would make it different. This time, he would ensure that you needed him more than life itself. This was the beginning of a new story—yours and his.

And there was not mistake you will be his.

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I'm back! Sort of...I am so close to finishing a big qualification and soon as its signed off I will have time to write again and finish off my other stories. I promise I will be going back to my HOD and Sandman fics ASAP but I just finished watching Kaos and obviously I have a thing for Orpheus's :P Let me know what you think and if I should continue.

[moonmaiden1996]

Threads of Fate

Prometheus tightened his robe around himself, watching intently as he poured the last of the water onto the dry lawn. The puddle quickly vanished into the thirsty soil. With a slow, deliberate motion, he looked up—his gaze shifting toward you, the reader.

“To be free,” he began, “is a strange thing. No longer bound to one place, yet still confined by the chain of events set in motion long ago. This isn’t true freedom. Not yet.” His eyes glimmered with an ancient wisdom. “The downfall of Zeus has been brewing for millennia, and now it falls upon Ari, Caeneus, and Riddy to bring this inevitable conclusion. But you wonder about the other players in this little coup, don’t you?” His voice softened, carrying the weight of knowledge not easily shared. “Let me assure you, their stories are far from finished. Some tales, I’m afraid, will be uncomfortable to hear. But,” he added with a tight smile, “all will end well. At least, I hope so.”

Prometheus glanced over the garden, tucking his weathered hands into the deep pockets of his fluffy robe, then turned his attention back to you.

“Orpheus and Dionysus still have their parts to play,” he continued. “No less significant than our three human saviors. Their paths, too, cross with two very important figures. We shall meet them soon enough.” His pale eyes flickered toward the shifting clouds, sensing something on the horizon.

“Ah,” he murmured, “I believe Dionysus is about to encounter his destiny. Let’s hope—for humanity’s sake—that she’s ready to face hers as well.''

A little preview to some Yandere fictions I have coming up on our favorite cuties Orpheus and Dionysus.

Please let me know what you think.

[moonmaiden1996]

His New Muse Part 1

I am beyond devastated that Kaos got cancelled, but the story and character where so good I will not stop writing.

Orpheus plan is set in motion

Orpheus had long believed that his heart could never be whole again. The pieces of it lay scattered, remnants of the love he had lost, the life he could never return to. Riddy had been everything—his muse, his obsession, the centre of his world. But that was a long time ago, in another life. After she slipped away, he wandered through life like a ghost, empty and disconnected, searching for something to fill the void.

Then he saw you.

It happened in the most ordinary of moments. You were walking through a crowded street, your attention focused elsewhere, oblivious to the world around you. Yet in that brief second, time seemed to slow, and Orpheus saw you—truly saw you. It wasn’t just your beauty that struck him, though that certainly caught his eye. It was something more, something that stirred deep within him, something that awakened a part of him he thought had died.

It was your smile, a fleeting expression that hinted at some private joy. The way your hair moved in the breeze, catching the light, or perhaps it was the graceful way you carried yourself, exuding quiet confidence. He couldn’t quite place it, but in that instant, Orpheus knew: you were different. You were special. You were what he had been searching for.

And from that moment on, you became his world.

Orpheus wasn’t impulsive this time. No, he had learnt from his past, from the mistakes he made with Riddy. He had clung to her too tightly, suffocated her with his overwhelming need for her to be his everything. But not with you. This time, he would be patient. He would approach carefully, deliberately. He would make you want him as much as he wanted you.

That was where the obsession started. It began as something subtle—harmless, even. He couldn’t stop thinking about you. In the quiet hours of the night, his mind wandered back to your face, the way your lips curved when you smiled, the warmth in your eyes. He found himself imagining your voice, the sound of your laughter, wondering what it would be like to hear you say his name.

And so, he watched. He found himself in places he knew you’d be, always on the edges of your life, never too close, but never far enough to lose sight of you. At first, it was enough just to observe—to see the way you moved through the world, to learn your habits, your routines. It was like studying a piece of music, learning its intricacies, its subtleties. You became his composition, and he was determined to perfect every note.

The first time he spoke to you was at the café you often visited to read. Orpheus had positioned himself nearby, pretending to be engrossed in his own book, though in reality, he was waiting for the right moment. When he finally approached, his voice was soft, his smile disarming.

“Mind if I sit here?” he asked, gesturing to the seat across from you.

You glanced up, your eyes meeting his for the first time. The moment was electric. There was a flicker of something in your gaze—curiosity, perhaps—but you didn’t linger on him for long. You nodded politely, offering a brief smile before returning to your book.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough for him. Enough to plant the first seed.

Orpheus knew how to play this game. He wouldn’t overwhelm you, not at first. He would be charming, mysterious, just enough to pique your interest. He would weave himself into your life slowly, like a song that you couldn’t quite get out of your head. He would make sure that you thought about him, wondered about him, until he became impossible to ignore.

Weeks passed, and each encounter brought you closer. Orpheus was careful to keep the balance—never too eager, but always there, a steady presence that you began to rely on. You found yourself looking forward to seeing him, his easy smile, the way his voice wrapped around your name when he greeted you.

There was something about him that made you feel at ease, like you could let your guard down. He listened intently when you spoke, his attention never wavering, making you feel as if you were the only person in the room. And yet, there was an intensity in his gaze, a heat that simmered just beneath the surface. You could feel it, even if you didn’t fully understand it.

For Orpheus, this was all part of the plan. He was in control, guiding you down the path he had carefully laid out. Every conversation, every laugh, every shared moment—it was all part of the symphony he was composing. And soon, you would be unable to resist its pull.

But the obsession grew. No matter how much time he spent with you, it was never enough. He craved you—your presence, your touch, your voice. He found himself thinking about you constantly, replaying every interaction in his mind, analysing every word you said, every glance you gave him. He wanted more. He needed more.

He started to fantasise, imagining what it would be like to hold you, to kiss you, to claim you as his. The thought consumed him. It wasn’t just about desire; it was deeper than that. You were his new beginning, his second chance. The more time he spent with you, the more convinced he became that you were meant to be his. He had to have you—all of you.

One evening, after another long conversation over coffee, Orpheus walked you home. The air was crisp, and the streetlights cast a soft glow around you as you chatted about nothing in particular. But beneath the casual conversation, there was an undercurrent of tension, something unspoken but palpable.

When you reached your door, there was a moment of hesitation. You turned to him, offering a warm smile, but Orpheus saw something else in your eyes—something deeper. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he confessed, his gaze locking onto yours. His words were smooth, but there was an edge to them, a rawness that sent a shiver down your spine. “You’re all I can think about.”

Your heart raced at the intensity of his gaze, the vulnerability in his voice. You felt drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, your lips meeting his in a soft, tentative kiss.

But once you kissed him, something inside Orpheus snapped. The restraint he had been holding onto so carefully shattered, and he deepened the kiss with a hunger that took your breath away. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you closer, as if he couldn’t bear to be apart from you for another second.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Orpheus rested his forehead against yours, his eyes half-closed. “You have no idea what you’ve done to me,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

You felt a thrill of excitement, but there was something else there too—a flicker of uncertainty, a sense that this connection was more intense than you had anticipated.

For Orpheus, the kiss was only the beginning. Now that he had tasted you, now that he had felt the warmth of your lips against his, there was no turning back. His obsession had taken root, and it was growing stronger every day. He would have you—all of you. He would make sure that you needed him as much as he needed you, that you couldn’t imagine your life without him.

And he would do it carefully, methodically, just as he had planned from the beginning.

But you, blissfully unaware of the depth of Orpheus’s fixation, couldn’t see the darker undertones beneath his affection. In your eyes, he was simply a man who had fallen for you—perhaps a little more quickly than you expected, but wasn’t that part of the romance? You thought of his intensity as passion, his closeness as care. Every glance he cast your way, every lingering touch, only made you feel more desired.

You didn’t notice the way his eyes would follow your every move, how he seemed to know exactly where you’d be without asking. When he showed up at your favourite spots unannounced, you thought it was fate. When he remembered details about your life that you barely mentioned, you assumed it was simply attentiveness. You didn’t realise that each of these moments had been carefully curated by him—an orchestration you were unknowingly playing a part in.

To you, Orpheus was a man in love. But to him, you were the melody he needed to possess, and he would stop at nothing to ensure that you were his, and his alone.

The idea of love, for you, was still innocent—a fairytale. But Orpheus knew that this story wasn’t quite as simple. This was a love story, yes, but one that you hadn’t fully grasped yet.

First Chapter- Please let me know what you think. The next chapter will be a lot more....graphic and intimate.

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[moonmaiden1996]

More orpheus and his muse please🙏

Ask and you shall receive. Please let me know what you think.

[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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[moonmaiden1996]

can you please write where he met the reader on the street. And then he became a yandere🙏

Yandere Warning

It wasn't supposed to be like this. The notion of love he had always heard about was supposed to be warming, elating, uplifting—but the moment he laid eyes on you, it felt as though he had been quenched for the very first time. Your presence was like a balm to his soul, a sweet relief from the shadows that often haunted him. Yet, as soon as you were gone, an insatiable hunger gnawed at him, a deep yearning that could only be sated by your presence.

The way your smile rested softly on your lips, even in the midst of mundane tasks, sent waves of warmth through him, like sunlight breaking through a thick canopy of clouds. Each laugh, each twinkle in your eye, created ripples of joy in his heart. The softness of your voice wrapped around him like a comforting embrace, lulling his worries to sleep. Simply being in the same room as you was an intoxicating experience; it burned within him, a relentless ache that left him craving more.

“Is love really supposed to feel like this?” he pondered aloud, the weight of his emotions spilling into the stillness of the evening.

Orpheus sat across from him, a beer dangling precariously from his fingers, the amber liquid catching the dim light. The alcohol had begun to take its toll, a flush creeping under his eyes like a warning sign, illuminating the turmoil swirling within him.

“It’s a need,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion, each word a confession. “It brands you and won’t fade. Not until you have it, and then it’s just… exhilarating. You’ll do anything to keep it.”

Dionysus leaned in, his gaze locked onto his friend, his own beer warming under his touch, forgotten for the moment. The room felt charged with tension, a storm brewing beneath the surface. “Then what?”

“Then you’ll do anything to hold onto it. You pander, pine, possess—whatever it takes to keep them happy, content, fulfilled. At least, that’s what I thought. I did everything, every damn thing. But it still wasn’t enough. I failed to give her the one thing she truly needed.”

“What was it, man? What?” Dionysus urged, desperation lacing his words, his heart pounding in his chest like a war drum.

“Dependence. She needed to depend on me,” Orpheus slurred, the weight of his confession heavy in the air. He knocked the bottle over, and beer splattered across the table and onto the floor, a chaotic testament to his turmoil. “I needed her to need me… that’s it!” His voice cracked with emotion, the realization settling like a stone between them. You needed to need him. It was logical, after all. He was a God—or at least a demigod, the God of wine, pleasure, lust. Maybe now he could be love as well.

It wasn’t hard. You weren’t particularly guarded. Your fool of a family was perfectly happy to let you walk to your job, let you rent your own home, and come and go as you pleased. See a friend across town? Fine. Spend the night out of town? Cool. Wander off at short notice? Good—just send a little message to let them know you’re alive.

You nestled close to him, burrowed into his side as he peered down at your phone, the screen illuminating your face in the darkness, softening your features in a gentle glow. You would be asleep for a few more hours, at least, enough time to prepare.

“Are you sure, love? It is a big move?” Your mother typed into the group chat, her concern wrapped in layers of love.

“It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I can’t turn it down. I leave tonight. I’ll be safe; I’m going with Dionysus, a friend from work. He is nice. You'd love him.” Dionysus felt a rush of adrenaline at the mention of his name, a mixture of pride and possessiveness flooding his veins. Even if it was him typing into your phone. Quickly he tapped out a reply, his heart racing as he felt your warmth against him.

“If you’re sure, love. Call soon, here if you need us,” your father responded in the group chat this time, the trust in his words echoing in the quiet room.

A smile stretched across Dionysus’s face, his pearly white teeth shining brightly in the neon light of the phone screen. It was too easy. Your family was just too trusting, just like you. You barely noticed him come up behind you.

You mumbled in your sleep, inching closer, a serene look on your face. As he tossed the phone to the floor, it smashed underfoot, the shards glinting in the dim light.

“It’s okay, darling. I’ve got you. I’m here, always here. You don’t need them anymore.” His voice was a soothing whisper, thick with the promise of protection and possession, wrapping around you like a silken thread that would bind you to him forever.

In that moment, as he watched you breathe, the weight of his longing turned into a fierce determination. Dionysus felt the world narrow to just the two of you, an electric charge filling the space between your hearts. With every fiber of his being, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep you close, to make you his. Your independence would be his canvas, a space where he could paint the masterpiece of a love that was all-consuming, all-encompassing. And as you nestled against him, blissfully unaware, he vowed to be the force that anchored you to him, to make you see that with him, you would never need to walk alone again.

I am obessed with dark Dionysus and Orpheus, if your like this please take a look at my new series called Threads of Fate.

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