#riddy x caeneus

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RIDDY & CAENEUS in KAOS 🖤

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THEIR LAUGH 🥹😍

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Caeneus’ positivity is done so well in Kaos and I need to talk about it again. Sorry.

Caeneus is meant to represent the concept of living life for yourself and y’know, to its fullest and all, despite the gods. We get a bit of that with his transition but it’s reflected best in his attitude.

Caeneus isn’t an optimist, he isn’t innocent or naive, he’s sarcastic and dry frequently and his life experiences are nothing short of depressing and brutal. But he stays positive about everything, not because he thinks things will get better because god do they not, he stays positive for himself. Caeneus stays positive because it’s better to enjoy your shitty miserable life despite what it’s trying to put you through than to be miserable all the time. And I love this so so much.

There’s a lot to be said for how him and Riddy are opposites there - had a life where nothing much happened and he died forgotten with barely any positive experiences but still lived his short boring life to the fullest vs had a life full of excitement and adventure that she wasted most of being miserable.

I just think this is a refreshing take on positive characters because the poor man is clearly fighting tooth and nail to remain cheery. Like it’s not quite an act but it’s clearly an active decision he’s making. It’s such an interesting take on a character who represents the idea of living life to its fullest.

(Plus y’know the theme comes full circle with him being able to renew souls. I love him so much you can pry his arc from my cold dead hands).

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One of the things I love about Kaos, is how Persephone calls out the ‘og’ myth about Hades and herself as total bullsh*t. Yet Caeneus and Riddy go on to almost perfectly embody that same myth.

Alright, Caeneus didn't snatch our fair maiden from the abundant spring fields. (Though I'd have paid anything to see him do it in season 2. Find her and drag her back to their chthonic love nest.) But they met in the Underworld, shared food and drink together and fell in love. Until she was pulled back to the world of the living by a loved one seeking her return/it was essential for her to return for some cosmic purpose.

I'd totally headcanon them actually getting a Hades/Persephone kind of deal. Where they can spend the dark half of the year together and the light half must be spent apart. I imagine Persephone would love the irony/romance of it.

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Me realizing that I'll probably never see Caeneus and Riddy onscreen again

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KAOS Episode 6 - Riddy x Caeneus - Writing Exercise

I had to play with POV in a scene study for a writing class and figured I'd share for all the KAOS heads on here.

Horrors punctuated Riddy’s sleep. The ashen statues in the secret underground lair. Hades hurting that poor boy. Did he kill him? Wasn’t he already dead? And why were those people who were supposed to be Renewed down there? What was wrong?

It wasn’t just what she saw in the Underworld, but her life that haunted her. The abandonment she felt when her mother gave Riddy up to become a Tacita. Her refusal to help Riddy on her last day on Earth. But what if there was something more going on? She woke with a start back into the black and white of her Underworld dorm room.

Caeneus for his part never even attempted sleep. He sat at his desk puzzling over what it could all mean. Riddy, that place, that man he wanted so desperately to help. And why did Riddy collapse in a heap while he felt nothing? A knock at the door and when he opens it’s exactly who he hoped it might be.

“I can’t sleep,” she announces.

“I can’t sleep either.”

All I can think about is that place, what Hades did…” Riddy barely hesitates before asking, “Can I come in?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Caeneus almost bashfully steps aside to let her in.

Riddy immediately clocks the wall of sketches. “Is that your mom?” she asks.

“Uh, yeah,” he replies, almost uncertain himself. 

“I’ve been thinking about mine, too.” Riddy is a burning fire against Caneus’ calm waters. “She became a Tacita when I was five.”

“Oh, wow,” he offers, a ripple against the flame.

“Yeah. Cut out her tongue, gave herself to Hera. Great honor, right? Serve the gods,” Riddy continues with her special brand of snark. Even in death she is all defiance, but she shifts to solemnity when she admits, “I wouldn’t accept it. I would curse the gods every night. Maybe that’s why I felt so much pain in that place.” She is running with a theory and plows forward. “It’s for bad people, for people who dishonored the gods.”

“Well, if that’s the case then I would have felt it, too.” Caeneus reassures her. “I… dishonored the gods.”

“How?”

Caeneus goes quiet for a moment. He has implied this to Riddy, but not outright told her. The calm waters hide the current beneath.

“I changed. Well, I… I would say I just… I became myself.” He says this like he just puzzled it out and not like it’s the core of his very being. Like who he is and was is a jigsaw he can’t always complete. Or perhaps he did complete it, but Hippolyta shattered it at the River Lethe. 

“But that’s not how the Amazons saw it.”

As he tells her this he can see his mother in their trailer at the Amazon camp. They used to play games.  She would help him tighten his spear for hunts. She taught him so many things in those days.

“When boys come of age they have to leave the compound. If they ever return, they’re executed. My best friend had just been sent away. He was the only person who knew how I felt.”

Despite the time and death between, the memory rises fresh to the surface. On a walk back to the compound drawing a freshly caught hare, Caeneus heard a familiar voice whisper his former name, “Caenis.”

“Leos?” Caeneus found his friend crouching in the mound of dust and shrubbery to his right. Or perhaps her right. He was, after all, still playing Caenis then. But as he knows now, he was actually Caeneus all along. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he scolded, afraid of what could happen if he were caught. But if Caeneus was afraid, Leos looked petrified. Life outside the compound was not kind, and Leos just wanted to come home.

“When are you going to tell them about you?” Leos asked.

“You promised, Leos,” Caneus’ voice cracked as the words came out, but then they heard voices and he hurried Leos off offering his own hat as a parting gift.

“Never tell anyone. Not if you want to stay here.”

Those were the last words he heard Leos utter. Later that afternoon he heard Leos’ mother wailing in the clearing at the center o the trailers. When Caeneus peaked out the door, he saw her clutching Leos’ body. A spear like they very one Caeneus used on the hare bursting from his unmoving chest.

Caneus’ mother saw his shock as he closed the door behind him and she knew it was time to talk to her child. There were plans set in motion. There were things to be said.

That night, she poured tea and sat down across from her baby who was no longer a baby and prepared for the beginning of the end. With a deep breath, she launched into it.

“Caenis, you’re my flesh, my blood, my bones. I know you. Do you understand me?”

Caneus looked at her unsure what she meant. Afraid of what she meant. His mother pressed on.

“When you were small I thought it was just a phase…” She searched for the words to help him understand that she understood. “The form really doesn’t fit the content… does it?” 

Caeneus did not want this conversation to be real so he simply asked “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.” Her words were soft, solemn, serious. “You have to leave.”

“No. I don’t want to do that.” Realization became one thousand daggers and his desperation seeped through. “I’m an Amazon, mom.”

It was so complicated and yet so simple. “You can’t be.”

“But I am.” Caeneus could not bear a fate like Leos’. Was this the fulfillment of his own cured prophecy?

“I have a friend in Krete. She’ll help you.” She felt so helpless being able to offer him so little, but it was at least more than the other boys got. “Your male name would be Caeneus by the way.”

It was unbearable, being so thoroughly seen by her. The realization she might have known for longer than he did. The form really doesn’t fit the content. He hated her for those words. He adored her for them. He would miss her with his entire soul.

“It… you could pick something else of course.” She did not  want to presume his preferences.

She seemed serious but somehow so casual. Was she discarding him? Was something dead between them? He held back the question he was afraid to know the answer to until is pressed itself past his lips.

“Do you hate me?”

 He didn’t know it was possible but somehow she pierced right though his soul.

“The opposite,” she said with such tenderness he almost snapped in two. When he began to cry she simply stood up and held him. There was a knowing in her. A knowing beyond the tragedy of having to send her daughter who was actually a son away. A knowing that she wasn’t just sacrificing a life with this child. She was sacrificing this child’s life. Not yet, but soon. And hopefully, not in vain. And hopefully, not forever.

“My mom’s prophecy actually foretold that I’d be a boy,” he says returning his attention to the woman in his room. The dead one he feels so close to despite the mere moments they’ve shared. “When I was born she’d been relieved, you know. Thought there’d been a mistake. But there aren’t any mistakes when it comes to prophecies.”

Riddy for all the speculation and fire she charged into the room with remains still. Intent on Caeneus’ words. Simmered down to a candlestick or a lantern. Burning for… him. 

“I used to curse the gods, too. I still do,” Caeneus continues, his still waters rising to a steady rain. “Yeah, humans do terrible things to each other in the name of Olympus. But I don’t think the gods care about us at all.” The depths of anger and grief were rising, but somehow Caeneus remained contained. Quiet. It made him seem more powerful in a way.

“My mother loved me. I know she did.” He is a dam fit to burst. “But she betrayed me because of them.”

“Yeah, fuck the gods,” he concludes.  Riddy scoffs at that. He took her deviance a step further and she had to release the air to diffuse the tension.

“I mean it. I hate them.” Caeneus shakes his head and let sit hang. Here he is. Laid bare.

“Same.” The note comes out of Riddy’s mouth in an even tone. Like a warning. An announcement. Caeneus looks up at her as she cups his face with her hands and closes the distance between them with a kiss. There was no thought behind it, just a need to be as near to this person as possible. Once she registers what she has done,  she drops her hands and pulls away slowly. “I’m sorry. I—“

But there is nothing to be sorry for. Caneus simply shakes his head once more and returns to the soft part of her lips, this time his hands on her face as well. In the unfeeling wasteland of the Underworld, here is a spark, crackling against him. He pulls away to remove his shirt and resumes his exploration of the place where he ends and she begins. The ripples and rain rise to a tsunami and Riddy lets him lay her out beneath him, desperate to drown.

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and also this

the sound I made was not human

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Okay one of the many things I really like about Kaos.

(Spoilers below!)

Ariadne wants to fuck Theseus. But when she finds out he's with Nax, it's no more of a big drama than if she'd found out he was with a woman. She has a clear moment of "...oh" and she's cold with him afterwards, but that's clearly as much about the betrayal and setup as it is about her thwarted libido, though that does seem to factor into why she's hurt.

People are just allowed to be gay, without comment or judgement.

And they're also allowed to be trans. There is *no* discussion of Riddy fucking Caeneus, in the context of him being trans. *None.* No hand-wringing about what it means for Riddy's sexuality. Nothing but acceptance of who he is. We are given no more reason to believe Riddy is anything other than straight after they've had sex. (There's no particular confirmation that she's straight either, but then again there usually isn't.)

That's another nice thing - the story doesn't make Caeneus's gender about his partner or her orientation. Caeneus's gender and transition are about *him*.

I'm a gay (...iiiiish) trans man and I absolutely love this.

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Taste and emotions in the Underworld

In other words, Kaos has fully taken over me and they mean the world to me

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RIDDY & CAENEUS in KAOS 🤍

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I LOVE HER SO MUCH 🥹🤏

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Reunion

aka how I WANT this show to go, give me them reuniting as a happy couple, give me season 2

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(via KAOS Episodes 3-5: The Gods Are Douchebags)

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I need an edit of Riddy and Caeneus to the song Come Into The Water by Mitski

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Things I want need want to see in kaos season 2

All the Olympians. Give me the patron saints of all dysfunctional families everywhere in all their chaotic glory!! 

The Revolution Will Not Be Televised! FOR KAOS! 

Dennis avenged! May your greatest of sins curse you Zeus. Doom be upon you in the name of Dennis the kitten. 

Riddy x Caeneus / Prometheus x Charon reunion. Or at least whispering sweet nothings to each other on the docks of the Styx like tragic Shakespearean lovers. 

Ariadne Regina. Seeing my queen RULE

Caeneus Almighty. The power of love bay bay!! 

Besotted puppy dog Dio. Just give Ariadne a riding crop, cause that god is going to be so whipped!

Prometheus trickster supreme. He's free, has got wit/wiles/wisdom and a heart of fire. And he's not afraid to use them!

Cassandra… That's it. Just more Cassandra. 

Humanity triumphant. The Riddy and Ari, powerhouse tag team we want and deserve.  

The Fates and the Furies (see Cassandra and repeat). 

Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps… 

It's Persephone with a steel chair! Persephone strikes the killing blow on Zeus, physically or metaphorically. No one hurts her man. 

Caeneus and Riddy, Hades and Persephone 2.0. Let the myth be true for them, let them see each other. If only for a season. 

Orpheus tearing his life apart in a metaphorical destruction of self. To be ‘reborn’ anew. 

The Prince that was promised… Heir to the throne Dionysus

Olympian civil war shenanigans. Zeus vs Hera vs... Take a stand Hades, we know you can do it. Do it for Persephone!

Apollo and Dionysus playing tug of war with Orpheus. (I knew him first! He's an artist, he's under MY dominion! My prophet! No my prophet.) 

Bonus

Persephone: I think this belongs to you? Dionysus: 😲🥹🥰 

Dennis: 🐈‍⬛❤️

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Out of the Grey

Caeneus x Eurydice

Summary: Caeneus didn't know when he'd see her again, but he knew that he'd spend all of the time until then remembering her.

Warnings: 18+, light angst, all of the feelings, guest appearance from Fotis because what a good doggo

Word Count: 981

A/N: i love these two so much. one day i will have more fully formed thoughts about them but until then. me and caeneus will just be Thinking About Riddy

When Caeneus shut his eyes tight, he tried to picture what she looked like in full living color. He could still picture it sometimes, in the brief flashes of his memories, how vibrant the world of the living was. He wished he could’ve known her then, too. He wished that he could’ve had vibrant memories of her to think back to now that she was gone again.

Ten years in a world that was so bleak, so filled with nothing and yet Eurydice had managed to show up and give him more than he ever thought possible. Everything about her was so warm, her smile, her eyes, her breath against his skin, her hands on his face, her lips against his. When he tried hard enough, he could almost paint pictures of her in his mind, coloring her in shades that were as saturated with warmth as she had felt.

Then he’d open his eyes again and the world would be back in black and white. His tiny bed now feeling vast and empty because once he knew how it felt to share it with her, laying down in it alone simply didn’t suffice any longer. He tangled his fingers in the sheets, hoping to feel a lingering trace of her, proof that she’d really been there.

He wondered if she was doing a different version of the same thing. Up on top of them all, he wondered if she was closing her eyes and letting the black and white memories play back in her head. Was she alright? Was she too busy to miss him? Were the colors and the tastes and the feelings of the living more desirable than the idea of being back in the underworld? In the limbo of The Unresolved? He certainly wouldn’t blame her if that was the case, but he hoped that it wasn’t. He didn’t want her to hurry back down to the land of the dead, but to be missed would be nice.

He could still hear her in his head. Her voice, her laugh, he could hear it underneath the sounds of everything else happening around him. He’d tell Fotis about her on their walks around the compound.

“You’d like her,” Caeneus said as he watched the dog happily pace and sniff around. He let out a small sigh as he watched the dog’s tail fly back and forth. “I miss her.”

Something about the tone of his voice got Fotis to pause what he was doing. Soon enough he was nearly tangling the leash around Caeneus’s legs enough to make him topple over. It got him to smile, though, as he crouched down to try and give scratches behind all of his ears.

He took a breath in, getting ready to say something else about her, when he realized who it was that he was talking to. Fotis had spent plenty of time listening to him commiserate about work, but for some reason this felt different. Humorous, almost.

“You’ve no idea, do you?” He laughed at the way Fotis seemed to give a reply in the form of trying to lick his face. “Yeah. Thought so.”

Caeneus had the fleeting thought that Fotis was lucky for that, to not know the pain of missing someone like that. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. The pain of missing Riddy hurt, pulled at his heartstrings in a way that he hadn’t ever felt before. But it only pained him the way it did because of how good it’d felt for the short while that he had her.

Before Eurydice, Caeneus didn’t think that there was anything worth savoring in the Underworld. Then he heard her laugh. Then he heard himself laughing, something about her wit making him feel something worthwhile for the first time in a long time. The notion of spending the next few hundred years down there was a welcome one if she was going to be there with him.

The memories of his life before had always fraught with layers and complications that seemed too complex to tease apart. He missed it, missed being alive in his little apartment with all of his plants and his whole life ahead of him. But then he’d think about the end of it all, how it seemed to taint the rest of it. Those memories could never be straight-forward even though he wished that they could be.

Now he found himself trying to recall memories that never happened. He tried to remember Riddy in bright, living color, smoking cigarettes that she could actually taste. He thought about her in clothes that fit the way she wanted them too, eating meals that did more than just simply sate her hunger. He never saw any of it, never would, but he still tried to remember it.

He laid in bed again that night, twin mattress feeling massive even though he knew that it wasn’t. He had one hand resting on top of his stomach, the other tucked behind his head as he stared up at the ceiling. He felt his eyes getting heavier, and this time he decided not to fight it.

Just as he was settling into the comfortable heaviness of sleep, the black painted across the backs of his eyelids burst into color. And he saw her. Not in a black in white memory, or a fuzzy and forced amalgamation of colors that he tried to string together to give himself some comfort. It was her. Her soft curls and warm brown skin, dressed in all of her yellows and greens and oranges. Smiling. Looking right at him and smiling.

Then he felt it again, her warmth against the monotony of the world he was trapped in. It worked its way outwards from his ribcage to the tips of his fingers and toes. Then he was smiling too.

(divider by @silkholland 💕)

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