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The Pursuit of Knowledge, part 1 – yautja x reader

I know this is different than what I usually post but I’ve had a huge crush on the predators for yearsss lol and I wanted to create something abt it

Also sorry if I get anything wrong, I’ve watched like every alien and predator movie but I haven’t ever been able to get my mitts on any of the comics, so I’m just going off of what I know from the movies and what I’ve managed to learn from the comics via youtube videos and fandom wikis

AND thank you everyone who has sent in requests a while ago, I’m so sorry that I haven’t gotten around to a lot of them yet. I am going thru them and working on them I prommy

RELATIONSHIP: Reader x Yautja (slow burn)

MEDIA: Alien franchise, Predator franchise, AVP

WORDS: 3k

SUMMARY: the path to a killer alien boyfriend usually isn’t a clear one

WARNINGS: gore descriptions, alien yuckiness, vomit mention but not actually, attempt at horror themes, military time usage

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2138-08-13 – 22:31

The wall clock ticked dutifully, not like you were keeping track of the time.

You adjusted in your seat, twirling your pen over your fingers, every now and then poking the meat of your cheek or tapping the desk where your data report rested, awaiting your additions and edits. You were tired, the thoughts weren’t coming anymore and yet you refused to move from your place because finally, the lab conditions were perfect; it was late, the only member of your team still awake was you. The overhead lights had been dimmed several hours ago which left only the illuminated specimen containments lighting your workspace. In front of you, you kept staring at your specimen, trying to turn what you were seeing into a comprehensible description.

An alien, dissected and pinned open, designated and locally known as a ‘face-hugger’. According to all the reports of them which you read, the name was quite on the nose as they supposedly, literally, wrapped around and latched onto their victim’s face. All the anatomy supported these claims, after successfully cutting one open so your unit could get into the guts of this creature (which was a task and a half in of itself, as the second your tools first cut it open, green acidic blood melted the blade), the insides were akin to a horror movie. Full of pale webbing, even while deceased this organism resisted study, as the strings that held it together were firm and challenging to break apart. It’s long, fleshy, palish pink and hollow ovipositor, the most iconic feature of this beast, laid detached and limp in a separate metal tray; right next to it, a small sack which contained a viscous black substance.

You sighed, dropped your pen against your report and brought your hands to hold your forehead. You were exhausted; it was well past the time you should’ve turned in for the evening. Letting your eyes slip close for a moment, you felt your body relax deeply into itself, your forearm bracing against your desk and sleep quickly approached. You felt your conscious thoughts becoming more and more distant, a mischievous suggestion in the back of your mind tempting you with a small snooze won’t hurt.

Then, a loud but dull thud! against glass behind you startled you awake with a yelp. Whirling around to see where the origin of the sound came from, you saw as another one of the face-hugger specimens, which was thankfully still in its containment cell, skuttled over the glass of its restrictive holder. Disgust replaced your shock, as you cringed away at this monster repeatedly drag its pale ovipositor over the glass, the nubs at the end of each eight limbs clinking and tapping while it braced itself on its vertebrae-like tail.

You slumped back into your chair, feeling the jump in your heart recede as there was no real danger. You grabbed your report, pen in hand.

“Animate specimen, despite having… no… visible eyes or other sensory organs, jumped against its containment… when researcher had begun falling asleep. Unknown how specimen detected this, further testing may… be… required.” You finished the sentence and stared at it. “…that sounds dumb. I’ll have to figure out how to make this sound smarter.” You dropped the report lazily.

As the report landed on the table, the door to your lab opened. Standing there was a man, wearing all black and combat boots, arms crossed over his chest. On his hands, you noticed, he wore a pair of matching black gloves.

“Everything alright in ‘ere? Heard some commotion.” He walked in and surveyed the room. You didn’t miss him cringing at the sight of the pinned face-hugger. “Yellin’s not good ‘round this time.”

“Oh, yes, sorry.” You began. “Everything is all good.”

The guard raised a brow at you. You swallowed the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Got, uh, caught up in work and dozed off a bit. Woke up and freaked when I saw it. Forgot where I was for a second.”

“If yer’ dozin’ off in a room with these… things, ya’ shouldn’t still be workin’.” He said firmly. “I’ll escort ya’ back to yer’ quarters. I’ll be outside of the door when yer’ done packin’ up.” He swiftly left the room and almost smashed the wall keypad that controlled the lab door as he closed it behind him.

You had a sneaking suspicion you knew why, supressing a loud giggle.

Although miffed at being forcefully removed from your study, you complied. Putting the pad your report was on into your small bag, alongside your pen and a few other personal items you had scattered about, you left your bag on your seat as you stood to properly store the dissected face-hugger. In a large, steel fridge, you opened the heavy lid and place the face-hugger inside then let the lid close and lock. It was probably for the best you put it away for now, it was haunting to look at. Made your skin crawl.

You slung your bag over your shoulder, yawned into your fist as you exited the lab while the door closed behind. The guard from before was leaning against the grey wall. His jaw was chewing, and as he blew an opaque pink bubble until it popped you half-smiled. You turned back towards the door and entered your code, pressing your thumb against it to finally initialize until the screen flashed green and chirped.

“Nerves?” you decided to poke. The guard grunted in response and pushed himself off the wall.

“Which way?”

You hummed as you turned around to your left, gesturing him to follow you down the hallway. Your room wasn’t that far away from your personal bedroom, an escort felt slightly unnecessary—but you weren’t about to say no. Your shoes tapped against the metallic floor quietly, while you could feel the guard’s steps behind you as they shook the steel ground under him. You didn’t speak and neither did he, his head held high while your mind wandered over your report and your day.

“Heard things, y’know.” You turned your head to your right, you didn’t realize how close he actually was. “About those… creature things, you and yer’ crew are diggin’ in.”

“What do you mean?”

You had heard rumours of what exactly you were researching... mostly whispers, hushed and meek, desperate to pass along anecdotes without incriminating themselves or origin. The guard turned his head away from you and kept his eyes trained on the ground, movements from inside his cheeks made you think he was gnawing on that piece of gum rapidly. His shoulders squeezed together, the skin on his upper arms and forearms prickling with goosebumps.

“Some sayin’ it’s a ‘government black op project’, an experiment that got outta hand.”

No one could truly figure out where they came from and yet they’ve seemingly plagued humanity for eons. There had been many sites found all over the planet in the 2000s, detailing a mysterious history between them and humanity. Yet, they did not exist, moving within the shadows of uncertainty no one knew about them. They’d consume men, women, children, the old and the sick, mercilessly devouring all life in their wake. All consuming, ravenous, born of blood.

“’Long as ya’ keep yer’ mouth shut, was all good. But sooner ‘er later if someone blabbers too loud, they’ll vanish.” He blew a pink bubble and popped it between his teeth. “Nobody can decide where it came from— the people who have vanished keep everyone else’s mouths zipped.”

Some details may take a back burner in terms of priority, when you initially applied to this position.

“…are those rumours… true?” you heard him harshly inhale. “Do… you know what they are?”

You stopped for a moment, turning to look back up at him. You took a moment to study his face from under his hat, a distinct scar tore across his nose and a thick beard covered his chin. Tufts of chestnut hair poking out from the sides as the rest was kept neat and tight in a bun at the base of his neck. His skin was tanned and freckled, his arms were thick with muscles and his hands almost bulged against the seams of his gloves. Strapped to his chest and torso was a jet-black vest, and on both his thighs were holstered two loaded guns and various knives. He stood at least a head and a half over you, and despite his intimidating grimacing mug he had been surprisingly mild thus far. His dark blue eyes concealed his uncertainty well, but they darted from place to place, bouncing from the wall opposite of you to the cameras jammed into the upper corners. His gaze lingered on the vents that lined the walls of the hallway and clung to the metal slits: watching, waiting.

“What’s your name?” your hands found your pockets.

“Uh—Dereck.” He scratched the back of his neck, clearing his throat.

“Honestly, off the record; I’m freaked out. Without disclosing too much…” you swallowed, you don’t think you saw anything in your NDA that said you couldn’t discuss ‘safety concerns’ with the security detail. “…I don’t think there are more lies than truths.”

“…right.” He looked like he was trying to hide his face from you, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth. “Let’s keep on our way to yer’ room. How much further down?”

“Not too far now, just a few other doors.”

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2138-08-13 – 23:06

You held yourself over your sink as you brushed, spitting excess toothpaste into the silver basin. You swooshed water inside your mouth to rinse, then spat it out once more. As you placed your toothbrush back into its small holder you stared in the mirror. You looked tired.

The bathroom was small, as was your room, but at least you could be by yourself at the end of your day. As you walked out of the washroom and towards your bed, you grabbed your report from your bag and activated the device. Going over what you wrote you tweaked spelling and grammar mistakes as you went, trying to make it sound smarter beyond exhausted and decaffeinated nonsense. Your eyes were drooping again, your vision becoming blurrier and darker as the clock claimed more minutes, the data pad in your hands slipping from your fingers onto your comforter while your breathing evened out. As your consciousness faded, a glint of light bouncing off the vent grate at the foot of your bed bothered your eye and you rolled over.

While you slept a large, dark and foreboding shape crossed over your small circular window.

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2138-08-14 – 02:13

You woke with a start, shot upright in your bed. You couldn’t remember why.

Your lips felt chapped, the inside of your mouth dry. Patting your night table, you grumbled as you find there to be no water waiting to be drunk feverishly and groaned as you accidentally knocked over something else. As you forced your eyes to focus, you stare at a small, black rectangle which laid face-down on the cool metal floor.

Ah, your radio, walkie-talkie… thing. Completely useless, as it was not water.

You propel yourself upward, your legs and hips feel sore as you stumbled to your washroom. Your hands latch onto the tap as you turn it on, greedily sloshing water in your palm and shovelling it into your mouth. After repeating this a few more times you yawned once again and began to shuffle back towards your bed. But you never made it back to your sheets.

You stand in the middle of the room, still, realizing that the lights above your head were different. Usually at this time of night, the LEDs glowed a soft and dim yellow, but they were off and the only light illuminating the room was that of the stars out in the void of space. It was quiet, more so than what you usually expect; there would be the distant thudding of guard boots outside your door while they patrolled the halls, muffled conversations from your fellow scientists or the humming of the cleaning bot that roamed around in the evening. At this time of the night, no conversation was natural: but the robot? Its absence was abnormal.

Perhaps it was just somewhere else on the floor.

Closing your eyes and straining your ears to listen, you focused. There was a… tapping, echoing above your head. It didn’t fit in with the sounds of the ship, distinct. You raise your head up to the ceiling, listening to the tapping as hard as you could, trying to track it as it moved across the ceiling tile, then down the wall at the foot of your bed, until it stopped. At the foot of your bed, further to the right and close to the door that led into the washroom, was a vent. Your eyes opened as the tapping started again, seemingly getting closer to the vent grate and you stooped down to your knees and leaned closer to it, you realize that the tapping… wasn’t a tap at all.

Rather, it sounded closer to a scuttle.

The scuttling became quieter as you stared into the grate and as a pale proboscis squeezed and lurched itself between the metal slits of the grate you shrieked and launched yourself backward into the door behind you. It slapped around wetly, leaving smears of a clear substance over the steel. Bile pushed in your esophagus, but you tightly kept your mouth shut.

You scrambled up, shoving your feet into your socks and shoes, grabbing the small radio that had clattered to the floor.

“Hey! Hello? Is anyone awake right now? I think that there’s been a containment breach!” you yank your jeans off the ground. “There’s—uh, I think uh, one of the specimens! One has escaped!” you put the radio on the desk as you fasten your belt and button your shirt.

Nothing from the radio.

“HELLO?? I need a response from someone, please! There’s been a breach on floor B, respond!!” but all that came from the radio was static. You grasped the box hard, squeezed the buttons on the side and twisted the knob on the top, still nothing.

You jolted at the sound of another thud. You whipped your head towards the vent and watched as the proboscis slipped back inside the vent, after a beat there was another hard slam against the vent grate. With horror, you watched as the vent grate took the brunt of two more thuds, the slits beginning to bend outward from the force.

You yanked your bag off the ground then turned to run out of the room and when you tapped your fingers against the lock pad it flashed red: the code was denied. You did it again, just as you did the first time, the same way you’ve entered your code each time in the past but the keypad still flashed red, the door remaining shut. The code was wrong.

How could your code be wrong?

You tried again then another time, every time you jammed the code into the keypad, the code you knew that was right, declined with a flash of red and a small beep of denial. You began to type the code more frantically, the thudding behind you getting faster and closer in beats, you yelled and banged your fists against the thick metal that made your door. It didn’t budge.

Crying out as you watch a pale and spindly limb clawing at the outer edge of the vent, you grab and crush the radio against the keypad as it continues to flash and beep. Again and again, you smashed it until it started to crack and crunch, and radio screen went black.

The face of the keypad chipped open and clanged against the floor, revealing the wires underneath. You hadn’t much of an idea of what you were looking at, but you tangled your fingers between the wires nonetheless. You yanked at them, pulled and crossed them, unplugged then plugged them back in. The thudding behind you became louder— then the door slid open.

As soon as it opened, you dashed out and didn’t stop to look back. You ran, your feet slamming against the ground and echoing off the halls. Strands of your hair clung to your forehead as you gasped for air, your heart pounding in your ears as you pushed your body. The hallway was just as dark as your room, but there were no windows letting in the starlight and the only dim light that lit your path were small nodes on the wall, glowing red. You just had to run, there was no telling if the escaped specimen had broken through and was chasing you, but with the light so dark and with anything lurking anywhere, you weren’t willing to chance a look behind you.

You had to figure out how to notify the entire ship, if one specimen escaped there’s no telling how many more had gotten out as well.

Without warning you were grabbed, whatever had its claws on you dragged you out of the main hall and into another. Kicking and struggling, the scream you would’ve made was supressed by a firm force over your mouth. As you tried to wriggle away, your nails digging into what you found to be flesh, you were yanked against something warm.

“Shh! Quiet, now.” You remembered that voice, but it was too dark to fully make out their face. “We ain’t the only ones on this level.”

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If you made it this far thank you so much for reading!

I know this isn’t what I usually post, but I’ve been wanting to write this for a bit and its nice to see it realized. I do plan on having a few more chapters, I’m not too sure how many but enough to make it cohesive and not too rushed but I already have a lot already written out/plotted so I’m excited

I’m really sorry for falling off these past couple months, a lot of stuff has been going on for me in my personal life and it’s been really hard to cope with and I frankly wasn’t feeling inspired. Im not gonna say I’m “back”, but I am going to try and write at least a little bit every day and if I feel its complete or satisfying enough I’ll post it.

Anyway thank you for reading <33 have a good day/night!

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Marked

Raphael x GN!Reader

WARNING: BRUISING/MARKING KINK, descriptions of bruising and scars, biting, mention of non-consensual marking

Notes:

tl;dr: non-consensual marking is NOT OKAY, please trust your instincts and reach out if you think you need help.

This is a very dangerous subject that I make look very pretty, so before we get into this, it needs to be said that ANY kind of bruising/marking MUST be consensual, and, like any other kink, should be talked bout ahead of time very thoroughly. Humans are not 6' 5" anthropomorphic reptiles that go through a mating season once a year, and can absolutely control themselves. Real life is not fiction. If you're in a situation where this kind of thing tends to happen by "accident," it may not be an accident.

If you think you might need help:

This is the website for the Domestic Abuse Hotline

Their phone number is 1-800-799-SAFE ( 1-800-799-7233)

You can text by texting "Start" to 88788

If your gut is telling you that what's happening is not okay, it probably isn't, and you aren't alone.

Okay, back to the less important, but way more fun stuff…

You wake in the grey. The pale pre-dawn light filters in through the gossamer curtains, dimming and brightening as they shift in the gentle morning breeze. A single robin, nesting in the tree outside, ruffles her feathers, before hopping to the end of the alder branch and singing a greeting to the morning.

The sheets you're tangled in whisper sweet words and promises, tempting persuasions for you to stay in bed, wrapped in soft cotton and the arms of your beloved. The soft rumbling of his contented sleep against your spine is not making things any easier, but you somehow manage to extract yourself from bed, and pad silently to the bathroom.

It's darker in here, the early morning light from the window trapped on the other side of the shower curtain. It catches in the mirror as you shift the curtain aside to turn on the tap, the room quickly returning to darkness when the thick fabric falls back into place.

You study yourself in the mirror as you wait for the water to heat up. Dull, muted light, blocked by slate-blue polyester, pours shadows, like ink, over your skin. You tilt your head to the side, regarding some of the newer, more incongruous markings, imagining their colors beyond the monochrome. Would they be purple yet, or still moving toward a darker red? Would they bleed into the other, older colors, painting rainbows inside your skin?

A smile teases the corner of your mouth. It still surprises him that you love them so much. These markings. His markings. He would never hurt you intentionally, and you would never ask him to, but sometimes just being with you can push him past his limit. It never goes far, he'd never allow it, he'll just hold too tightly, push too hard, the evidence would rarely show until the next morning, hickeys and bruises scattered across your skin, and a blissful soreness in your muscles.

The shadow of a small scar, just where your neck meets your shoulder, catches your eye and your smile softens.

Last year was his first season after you'd finally stopped pretending, and admitted to yourselves that this is always where it was headed. It was his first season with a mate, and no one knew what to expect. When he felt the fever coming on, he panicked, and told you it was probably a good idea if you spent this first season apart.

It was different last year. You were together by that point, so the fever felt different. It didn't hurt, he just... needed you. In every way imaginable.

When you were apart, it felt like he was drowning, and when together, he felt dizzy and high. It was intense, and getting stronger, fast, and, frankly, it scared the shit out of him. So he decided that it would be safer if he kept his distance until he felt like he could keep himself in check. A decision that, to his credit, he managed to stick to for about 16 hours.

What followed was the reason why this year, you're here in the country, rather than cooped up in a sewer with a bunch of hormonal, territorial reptiles, or in your apartment, surrounded by other people.

He didn't even realize he'd bitten you until he tasted blood. Raph is normally all about biting in the bedroom, but this was different. He had been doing his best to stay away, so he took patrol on the other side of town, and a new coworker had walked you home. Raph could smell him on you. He was nice. Respectful. Kept his distance. And some part of him deep, deep in his DNA had a primal need to ensure it would stay that way.

When he caught the boy's scent, there was no anger, or jealousy, there was just the knowledge of what needed to be done, and his body's instinctive response to carry it out. They are free to admire, the others, of course they are. Personally, it's one of his favorite hobbies. But he is bound to you. You are his. And your body would carry their one warning.

He was inconsolable after it happened, refusing to see you until a full two weeks after the season was over, and there were many many long talks. This was one of those not-quite-human things that the two of you had been unprepared for, but eventually you worked out a plan, and two weeks ago you arrived at the farmhouse to ride out the following few.

Your hand reaches up to brush reverently over the raised skin. The aggression of the previous year hasn't returned. He's convinced it's the solitude, but you're not so sure. In the dark hours, when his skin is against yours, he is drawn to the scar like a magnet, dragging his teeth and tongue over it, with deep murmurs of your name, and "mine..." and gooseflesh scatters across your skin, as you wonder to yourself if this might have something to do with it.

Steam begins to tumble over the shower curtain and gather at the edges of the mirror. Stepping back, you pull the curtain aside and step into spray. It glitters, silver in the white gold morning, and you look down at your body, a riot in bloom within your skin.

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everyone involved in this decision start running bc i WILL find you.

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Ok, so did anyone else get a “killed the woman or whatever for the m/m ship” but in reverse feeling when they killed Jesse at the end?

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Reblog and you’re guaranteed to be successful at whatever you do next!

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I don't EVER wanna hear you say they don't know how to act again.

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Hi Stuff, (I've been waiting for this precious moment 😩). How about writing something about Noa and the reader being parents? (own or adopted, it doesn't matter) Maybe Noa is worried about whether he's doing it right; he just wants to be a good dad 😭 (he will be). Thanks for all the fics, and I wish you good luck on your exams ❤️🍀

Next Step – Noa x Reader

Right away I’m noticing a theme of y’all asking for pregnancy stuff I see you both of my eyes are wide open— no shade I dig it too LOL.

I’ve taken several biology courses. So, while unlikely… technically possible. Through lots and lots of trying. You know what I mean. I apologize lmao

RELATIONSHIP: Noa x reader

MEDIA: Planet of the Apes, Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

WORDS: 3.8k

SUMMARY: snippets of your pregnancy with Noa

WARNINGS: pregnant, gregnant, pergenat, pregante, slight suggestive undertones, mentions of menstruation, puking, some angst, stress about childbirth, mentions of child death [no actual death I prommy]

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Summer, sometime in Early June

It was a rare day, a day where you had nothing at all, when you could stretch your limbs and just breathe. You laid back against a tree, twirling several blades of grass between your fingers, the warm light of the sun peeking through the leaves and massaging your skin. Bright flowers richly coloured in blues and reds and yellows peppered throughout the field ahead of you. The air smelled sweet, and the wind carried the laughter of the Eagle clan children throughout the entire village.

You couldn’t help but smile as you opened your eyes. You watched the young apes as they played; they wrestled and tussled around with each other, tufts of grass flew up as the ran around and flung up dirt created a sort of smokescreen around them. You weren’t certain what they were playing, but if you had to take a guess from all the hollering, you’d say they were playing a form of tag. You felt a tug in your chest, your smile slowly morphing into melancholy.

A few of the women in the clan have had children of their own, this time of year was a perfect time to bring new life; introduce someone brand new to the world starting off on the right foot, letting them embrace the warmth of the sun and abundance, let them face the brunt of an unforgiving winter later in the year. One of them, a female named Creek [which you had, overtime, managed to befriend] had given birth to a healthy, boisterous little girl three full moons ago. The clan was overjoyed, as they always were when a little one was born, and already she was finding her feet away from mom. Matter of fact, watching the children more closely, you realized Creek’s little one was among them—you felt a spike of stress since you knew these other kids were much older than her; but it seemed like she was able to keep up well enough. You remember the most, underneath all of the happiness and celebration of the occasion, that a pit had begun to build in your gut; it made you acutely aware that maybe, just maybe, something was… missing.

The feeling that twirled within you was… weird. You yearned for… something: something you couldn’t quite put your finger on, but it was persistent and demanded your attention. You let your eyes slip close once again, resting your head against the rough bark of the tree, the laughter of the young serving as a melody while you traversed your thoughts. However, the giggles and yelling of the children kept your attention, which prevented you from the main point of your mental search: what was the source of that yearning? What could possibly be currently missing from your life?

A rock smashed next to your head and made you jolt forward away from the tree, just in time to dodge it bouncing off the trunk and ricochetting toward your skull. It cracked so hard and loudly against the bark that the force knocked off a few chunks. You whirled your head up to look ahead of you, trying to figure out the origin of the stone; the gaping and guilty looks of the children very quickly provided an answer.

“Oi! Quit throwing rocks, someone could get hurt!” you scolded, placing a hand against your chest to soothe your heart.

There was a wave of sheepish apologies, promises of we’ll be careful and we won’t do it again, then just like that they ran off to continue their games. You smiled, huffing out a laugh in disbelief as you return to leaning against the tree. Damn kids…

Your eyes widened, your thoughts clicking together and finally making sense, realization cracking like thunder inside your skull.

Oh. Oh. Holy shit.

…

Light rain in evening hours was always appreciated during the summer. Prevented any chances of fire springing up and getting out of control, as well as providing much needed relief for all from the constant, round-the-clock heat.

You laid next to Noa, relaxed in his embrace with your head on his chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart. Your hand rested against him, drawing patterns with your finger on his chest, his own hand rubbing up and down your side. You were staring out into the rest of the room you shared, watching through the openings in the wood as rain began to pick up on the outside.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” you could feel your stomach lurch slightly, your nerves wavering slightly. Noa hummed in response, his thumb lightly rubbing the skin of your arm.

“Have… have you thought of having children?” you bit your lip as you finished the question, Noa’s thumb slightly faltered. There was a beat of silence between the two of you, the question hung in the air unseen but still demanding of an answer. Noa inhaled, your body moved with his as his chest lifted, you grasped at his fur and turned your face into him bracing for his answer.

“I… I have.” He said slowly. Admittedly, his answer elated you. “But I… don’t know how it would work.”

Your relief of his response was reflected through your pleased sigh. “You don’t know how it would work? Noa, you and I have been together plenty of times.” You smirked, giggles bubbling in your throat as Noa’s face twisted in fluster.

“Not what I mean, you know what I mean! Noa is… ape. You are… echo.” Noa’s arm pulled you closer, his words tainted by the implication. The meaning laid on both of you immensely.

“I want… children. A family with you, but… don’t know if it… would work.” Noa’s exhale was heavy.

That was the truth, you and Noa were simply too… different. Your friendship, love and respect tightly bound you together, kept you close through hardship and tribulations, but love could only do so much. Love couldn’t immaculately give you a child, love couldn’t go beyond the binds of the natural order. Furthermore, your offspring would be damned to a life of alienation, what is there for a child who’d surely be seen as an abomination?

Seen as an abomination by who? Certainly not you or Noa, never, if you were able to conceive your baby wouldn’t be seen as a beast; but your beloved little one. Anyone and everyone who spoke out or said otherwise would face your wrath.

Your gnawed on the inside of your lip.

“…we could try. I don’t see why we couldn’t.” you looked up to Noa, who was already looking at you.

“But… might not work.” Noa frowned.

“Yeah, it might not,” lifting yourself up, you swung your leg over Noa’s hips and sat down in his lap. “We’d never know though, if we didn’t even try.”

Noa’s hands found your hips quickly, his fingers massaging your curves. His features were contorted in thought. Your fingers still playing in his fur on his chest, you very much wanted to convince him to at least try.

You squealed as Noa’s hold on you tightened and he flipped you over, you making a small oomph as you were pushed into the soft furs of your next. You looked up at Noa, owlishly blinking as his own green eyes stared into yours. He smiled, and rested his forehead against yours.

“If it is… possible… I want to try.”

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Summer, sometime in Late August

You hadn’t thought it possible, despite your wants. Truly, you didn’t believe that anything would come from all the nights you and Noa laid together. It was exciting, indulging in dreams that were certain to be nothing more than that, dreams, but then the unthinkable happened.

You were late.

After two days, you thought nothing of it; having a consistent cycle was a challenging thing to maintain already, the stress of being on the move constantly growing up had impacted you so you were used to missing a period here and there. However, as two days turned into five and five days turned into seven, you couldn’t help but be suspicious.

And a little part of you was also excited, you couldn’t lie.

You didn’t mention anything, you let seven days turn into fourteen days, fourteen days turned into twenty one—still nothing.

The sun was high in the middle of the sky, your wrists and forearms covered in dirt as you tended to one of the crop beds. Specs of dirt were lodged underneath your nails, you held a rather plump zucchini in your hands as you worked it off it’s stem. You had lost track of the conversation of apes around you, focusing on not damaging the stem so that it may grow another zucchini, when you felt bombarded by an internal wave of heat. It spread immediately, causing a light sweat to appear on your skin, up your neck and cheeks and down throughout your torso. Then your gut twisted, viciously, and you felt what little you had eaten for breakfast pushing up faster than you could comprehend. Standing caused you to sway slightly, but you managed to swiftly excuse yourself from the others and rush away.

You found yourself leaning against a tree, the same tree you were resting against more than a month ago and let the contents of your semi-digested breakfast meet the dirt. You coughed on the acidic feeling in your throat urging one more heave before you rested your body against the tree again. You angled yourself away from your vomit and let yourself slide down toward the grass.

The sunlight through the leaves dappled the fabric of your pants, you let your head rest against the bark behind you. Your eyes slide close, breathing in the air around you, you try to sooth the restlessness in your stomach. You lost track of how long you were resting, in the process your consciousness drifted away.

You take in a deep inhale when a large hand finds your thigh. Your eyes open and in front of you is Noa, his green eyes and face riddled with worry. You smile and your hand finds his, your smaller fingers grasping around his knuckles.

Noa brings his hand upward to your face, gently caressing your cheek. “Are you alright? Others said… you ran off. Said that you were… sick.”

You breathed deeply again, grabbing the hand that was touching your face. “Yeah, I was. ‘M feeling better now though.”

“What made you feel… sick?” Noa leaned back and stood, helping you stand as well. “Something in… your food? Not… sleep well last night?”

You smiled and put your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around and holding you against him. You smiled, sniffled, feeling your eyes sting as tears began to roll down your face. Noa, feeling your tears wet his fur, held you tighter as his hand rubbed your back.

“What-what happened? Are you ok?” Noa said, pulling away to look you in your eyes.  

“It’s too early to be totally sure, but I think I’m—Noa I think that I’m pregnant.”

Noa’s dumbfounded expression was highly amusing, making laughter erupt from your mouth.

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Autumn, sometime in Mid November

The cool night air forced a chill across your skin, you shivered and pulled your blanket tighter around yourself. Noa had strung up different fabrics and hides to keep the cold out as winter rapidly approached, but there were still breezes that managed to crawl through the cracks and bother you as you tried to sleep. It did keep out the wind for the most part, and Noa had fixed it a handful of times per your request, but you couldn’t help but feel small frigid winds poke through. You were starting to feel that the weather was targeting you specifically. Another cool breeze, breaching somewhere in the curtains Noa had put up, finally pushed you over the edge. With an aggravated huff, you flung off the blankets you were under [which you quickly regretted as you felt evencolder now] and slowly pulled yourself to the edge of your nest to stand. As you manoeuvred to sit yourself upright, you clutched at the underside of your rounded stomach.

You’ve decided you don’t enjoy being pregnant while on the cusp of winter.

You make your way over to the curtains and rummage around them, trying to find the opening in them that was letting the cold breeze interrupt your attempts at sleep. As you were searching, a shuffle behind you interrupted your thoughts, you turned your head around to come face to face with your beloved mate. Noa’s eyes met yours and you smiled softly before returning to your task.

“Hello, love. How did your meeting with the elders go?” you had turned your head back to the curtains, still searching and failing to find the breeze.

“Good… discussed food rations, warmth for… winter. Eagle Clan will have another good winter.” Noa’s voice approached you as he spoke, until his hand was on the small of your back. His forlorn tone was not lost upon you. “Another opening?”

“Mmm, there’s an opening here somewhere; it’s bothering me.” You caught the inner part of your cheek between your incisors, chewing gently in your frustration.

Noa’s hand travelled upward from to your shoulder. “Go rest… I will find it.”

“Oh, it’s ok love, I’ve almost found—”

“I will find it for you… let me find it for you.” Noa pressed a kiss into your neck, the spot just before your ear. Tingles and chills travelled over your skin, quickly spreading throughout your entire body. You smiled, gently laughing from his affection as your hand found his.

“Alright, alright, if you insist.”

Returning to your nest and bundling yourself in your furs once again, you watched as Noa searched for the origin of the breeze. You smiled to yourself, delighted, watching your mate hunt down the wretched cold all in your name. It was just a small act of devotion, but it made your heart flutter in your ribcage nonetheless. As Noa turned around you watched as his gaze focused on the ground before his eyes met yours again, his vibrant jade coloured eyes captivating your own; however, his eyes found the ground soon after. Noa smiled at you as he always does, but as he crawled under the furs with you and pulled you against him, you noticed that he seemed preoccupied, his irises reflecting thoughts swimming through his mind. You waited a beat, relaxing into him and placing your hand on his firm chest, drawing patterns under his fur with your finger.

“Are you ok? You look like you have something on your mind.” You began slowly.

“Yes. Just… thinking about talk with elders.” Noa said, not meeting your eyes.

“Are you sure, my love? You don’t usually look so… distant.”

Noa said no words, he heavily sighed. He looked down to you from where you rested your head against his shoulder. His mouth was pulled down and his brows furrowed together and when he finally turned to you, when you saw his eyes were starting to wet with tears worry leapt through your entire being. Your hand that rested on his chest travelled upward to caress his cheek and you pushed yourself up onto your forearm so you could see him fully.

“What happened? What’s wrong, what did they say to you?”

“Calm, calm.” Noa melted against your palm, his much larger hand encapsulating yours. Closing his eyes, Noa breathed in deeply through his nose, and as he let the breath go he opened his eyes to meet your gaze. “Elders just… told Noa worries… that Noa hadn’t thought of.”

You felt sourness pour over your mood and you tried your best not to let a bitter tone cover your next words. “Like what?” your thumb stroked Noa’s cheek gently.

“I was… am, so excited for our little one,” The hand Noa held yours with moved down to massage the swell of your stomach. “but… I was so excited I didn’t… did not…”

“Didn’t what?” you ask, your voice softening at your mate’s clear distress.

“I did not think about… if our child would survive.”

The air in your lungs felt like all the air had just been knocked out of them. You felt the muscles in your face want to bug out, twist in turn into a horrified expression, but you held together. You felt your own eyes start to sting with tears and you breathed in deeply.

“I… yeah. That’s a real thing to be worried about.”

“I wanted… to be mad.” Noa began, his eyes looking somewhere behind you. “I was… shocked, as to why… elders would say this. But… they are right. Our child is ape and echo… I have not seen a child like that. Ever.”

You nodded your head and gnawed on your bottom lip. You let your body slump down to where you were before, resting in Noa’s comforting warmth. Your finger went back to tracing nonsensical shaped on his chest.

“And… and I am… scared. I don’t want our child to… die.” You nodded against him.

You stared at the wall across from your nest, your finger still drawing circles on Noa’s warm skin. With some effort, and help from Noa, you pushed yourself up and into Noa’s lap. You sighed, smiling softly at Noa as your hands traced his shoulders and collarbones. You weren’t entirely sure what to say.

“Elders said… child of echo and ape never happen. Echo like you… are rare. You are… one of a kind.” You tried not to blush. “Even elders have never seen ape and echo baby… not heard of. Our baby… might not make it, and you…” Noa’s voice trailed off. He didn’t meet your gaze, unable to will himself to look at you past your stomach, which he was seemingly fixated on.

“Well… yeah, that is… haunting to think about, frankly.” Your hands moved down Noa’s arms until you found his hands and interlaced your fingers. “That really scares me too, a lot. Probably a lot more than I think. But all we can do is prepare; keep our nest warm, have blankets and medicine ready, plenty of water. Also, maybe it would be better if we waited for a while before our kid meets any other kids running around—”

“In case… they are fragile.” Noa finished your sentence for you.

You huffed a small laugh. “Yeah, in case they’re fragile. And I’m not made of glass, nothing bad will happen to me. Both me and baby will be ok, I know we will be.”

Noa’s hands squeezed yours, his frown slowly pulling upward into a timid smile. But you knew him, his habits, his likes and dislikes, his give-aways; Noa’s eyes still seemed clouded with worry.

“I am… still worried.”

Your fingers left Noa’s, so you could hold his face in your palms. “By what?”

Finally, Noa looked upwards at you. he hesitated before he spoke. “…I want to be a good father.”

Completely fair concern. “Noa, you are the most attentive person I have ever met. You will be amazing.”

“Attentive… does not mean good. Noa’s father was… attentive. He was a good ape, good leader, good father… but hard to… please.” The soft smile you had worked hard to put on Noa’s face was once again slipping away. “Loved my father… mourned my father, miss him… but I never felt like I could ever… live up to his expectations. What if I turn out to be the same?”

You pouted sadly. “I understand. Impressing my parents usually felt like a nightmare. However, you’re here right now, telling me you don’t want to be like your father. That’s step one.” Noa’s hands found the meat of your thighs while you were speaking, you could feel his finger softly pressing into your flesh. “You and me are a team, my love; you are not alone. We will be okay. You are not your father.”

Noa’s smile returned, the apprehension clouding his eyes fading away. You leant down to place a kiss between Noa’s brow, to which he wrapped his arms around your torso and pulled you closer to him. Noa kissed your cheeks and nose as he softly rolled both of you over so you were laying back down amongst the furs in your nest. You smiled so hard your cheeks began to feel sore, while smiling back at you Noa brought your forehead to his.

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Spring time, sometime in Late March

You had never felt so sore in your entire body, aches surged all over your body. Your legs felt like they had detached from the rest of your body, their whereabouts unknown while up and down your back and stomach sharp stabs of discomfort hounded your senses. You were coated with sweat, feeling strands of your hair stick and pieces of the fur you laid on. You were exhausted, the rising sun was peaking through the openings in your curtains and you wanted nothing more than the sun to fuck right off. You were starved and dehydrated, you knew you needed to eat and drink soon. However, despite all of that, you couldn’t be happier.

In your arms babbled your wonderful little girl. She was much smaller than you were expecting her to be.

Noa had been by your side from start to finish, from when your water had broken to this very moment, watching your baby’s round and inquisitive face. She, surprisingly, looked very much like yourself as opposed to Noa; she was born with a full head of hair, her ears were larger than your own and even at her young age her arms were longer than an average human baby. She almost resembled you entirely, but her vibrant lime coloured eyes left no doubt as to Noa being her father. She grasped Noa’s finger in her entire hand, her other hand in her mouth attempting to chew her fingers. Both you and Noa were captivated by her.

“She’s very little. Much littler than I thought she would be.” You smiled, tracing a finger gently down her soft cheek as she watched.

“She will grow… we… should enjoy her while she is small.” Noa rested his head against yours, your let your head rest into his.

You hummed. “I suppose you’re right, she won’t be little like this forever.”

“Should keep an eye on her… see if she will grow like echo or like ape.”

You hum again, letting your entire body sag into Noa, whose arm wrapped around you. You yawned into your fist, your eyes feeling heavy after a long and hard 9 hours. This new coming chapter of your life frightened you, admittedly, you had no preparation for this. Frankly, you hadn’t expected your life to take this kind of turn. However, you wouldn’t trade this bliss for anything normal, not ever.

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HELLO i am so sorry for dying for so long, i was much more burnt out from finals than i thought i was. i've been working on this ask for quite a bit so i hope that it is decent bc i took a break in between.

anyway thank you for readingggg<<<33333 i appreciate yall vmm

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PLEEEEAAAASSSSSSEEE

Bruh if we actually get a Dachande that doesn’t die this fandom will be riding high for years to come

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Hii, would it be possible for you to write (if youre comfortable writing it ofc) some pregnancy HC for Noa? Ignore this request if you’re not comfortable ❤️ thank you!

Helloooooo sorry for being gone for so long😭😭end of semester had been upon me and trying to make sure I get all my stuff done and ready to go before finals was brutal.

Again, this was written on my phone so no exact word count but if I had to take a guess I thinkkkkkk ~700?

RELATIONSHIP: Noa x Reader

MEDIA: Planet of the Apes, Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

SUMMARY: snippets of your pregnancy with Noa

WARNINGS: pregnancy symptoms and talk, being pregnant, birth mentions, fluff with some slight angst

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- It was late summer when you found out you were pregnant

- When you realized you were pregnant, everything had all clicked into place for you

- The irritation, insatiable cravings plagued by an inability to keep anything down, exhaustion and tenderness

- You think you should’ve figured it out when you missed your period twice, but you were used to your period being only semi consistent. At the time you had no reason to believe you were pregnant

- One of the first things you do, obviously, is tell Noa

- You were elated, delight beat through your heart as Noa held you in his arms, yours and his joyous laughter could be heard throughout the entire village

- Speaking of, everyone was overjoyed!

- The entire village celebrated the news with you and Noa until the sun set, and even then many of you were awake and chatting and laughing into the late hours of the night

- You sat next to Noa, one hand wrapped around his arm while your other hand plucked grapes and dropped them into your mouth

- You were amazed that it was even possible— you were convinced any children you would’ve had wouldn’t be born from you

- Or just… no children at all

- It had made you sad, but you smothered those feelings. Being with Now would be enough for you and it really was. This was so unexpected, you were in disbelief

- But you were so unbelievably happy

- You smiled, nuzzling into Noa’s shoulder as you both watched the fire. Noa rested his head against yours, his hand wrapped around yours. Finally, after hours of celebration, it seemed that everyone had tuckered themselves out

- You and Noa included

- The following months were challenging.

- As summer transitioned into autumn, every morning dragged as you were wrecked with nausea

- It was hard on your body, the slight cramping in your lower abdomen heightened your stress more and more

- You spent most of your early days of pregnancy in your nest, resting as much as you could.

- Noa was by your side constantly, as much as he could. Bringing you food, water, keeping you warm, whatever you needed

- It did get easier as you progressed through your pregnancy, around month 3 you didn’t feel so shit all the time

- You still got nausea here and there but it was better than every single day— and you were puking significantly less

- You watched your stomach grow each passing day, the larger your abdomen became the more excited you and Noa were

- Eventually late autumn turned into winter, and as autumn went by winter began to take over and usher in wretchedly frigid and howling winds

- Being pregnant during the winter months was hard on you, the chill that laid over the valley gave you aches that wouldn’t go away

- For the most part you were relieved of your responsibilities by Noa (which you protested against initially, but he insisted that you rest— he just worries about yours and the baby’s well-being)

- For the duration of December to February you’re laid up in bed most of the time— you started going a little stir crazy not helping out around the village as much as you’re used to, but the rest was certainly needed

- Laying in your nest next to Noa, many evenings were spent doting on you and talking to your stomach

- Noa was very intrigued— these nights he kept his hands gently on your abdomen, feeling your baby move. You knew human pregnancies were a lot different than what he was used to seeing, your stomach so obvious and round

- He’d gently run his thumb over your warm skin, telling you how beautiful you were and how grateful he was to you

- During your last trimester, your little one kept you up frequently. It was certainly an odd feeling, feeling your baby move around; feeling them move your other organs around was certainly an adjustment

- The wind became slightly warmer as February transitioned into March. You were so thankful for the icy winds to have passed over the valley, finally ridding of its presence

- By this time your stomach was massive, you could barely seeing the tips of your toes

- It was in the early evening when your labour began. You had been feeling strange all day, you couldn’t quite place your finger on it but you felt that something important was to happen soon

- You were standing in yours and Noa’s shared, changing into night clothes when you felt a cramp inside, then fluid sliding down your legs and staining the pants you were attempting to get in

- It took you a second to process what had happened after you pushed through the momentary horror of holy shit did I piss myself? But once you were able to it hit you

- Water broke. Water is broken. Water has left the uterus— baby inbound

- You drop the pants and rush to Noa, who sharply snaps his head toward you when he sees you moving so quickly to him. He jumps out of your nest and rushes to you, clasping your forearms as your hands rested on his own

- “What is wrong? What… happened?” Noa’s voice trails off as he notices your half nudeness

- “I think that my water just broke; the baby is coming.” You manage to say before you feel your body warm slightly as you experience a mild cramp

- After many hours of labour, the sun had started to rise over the surrounding mountains, honey coloured sunlight painting the walls of your home

- You were exhausted beyond belief, your eyes drooped with every breath, every inch of your skin damp with sweat with your hair sticking to your skin. You were sore, so sore, your legs feeling like they no longer had bones

- However, in your arms rested your new baby girl, milk drunk and fast asleep. She was so small, so perfect, you ran your finger gently across her cotton soft skin

- You had beckoned Noa to rest beside you, his arms wrapped around your shoulders so you could lean into him easier. Your baby whined in her sleep and cuddled closer into you.

- “Beautiful. Look like you.” You felt Noa’s words warm your scalp, his face nuzzled into your hair. You smiled, unable to take your eyes off your little one

- “She kinda does, doesn’t she? She’s going to be a little rascal, I know she is.” You giggle lightly, feeling her small hand wrap around your finger

- Noa’s hand caresses your arm softly, his face still in your hair. “Should…start thinking of names.”

- “Mmm, good idea.” You nestle into him closer, careful to not disturb baby. “I have a couple in mind.”

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Thank you for reading!!! I had fun with these, I did some research to try and be as accurate as possible with the pregnancy stuff— sorry if at any point it came off as a little wonky, I realized I’ve never written anything about pregnancy or being pregnant lol.

Anyway thank you! Still studying for finals but I will be free soon :’]

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I AM ALIVE!! Finally free from my semester!!! I’m so sorry for dying on y’all for so long😭my ass feels beat

But !!! I have a few things cooking. Thank you ao much for your patience it means a lot 🙏🏽🙏🏽

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The Yemen bombing group chat messages accidentally shared with The Atlantic are now public. Here’s three high-ranking government officials celebrating the destruction of a what sounds like an apartment building, part of a series of airstrikes which reportedly killed 53

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Awake Before Dawn Thoughts; Sincerity, pt. 1

Might keep this going, as a semi-series pertaining to more… savoury ideas.

I dunno why I’ve been so on the smūt train lately something has got to be in the air

RELATIONSHIP: Noa x Reader

MEDIA: Planet of the Apes, Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes

SUMMARY: after waking up alone in your nest, Noa gives you a very good apology

WARNINGS: mature teetering on explicit, noaghty implications, 18+ only please

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The light of the rising sun illuminated dark grey clouds, casting a muted morning over the valley. There was no vibrant blue sky, the sun was nowhere to be seen, a light fog hung over the village and crawled in between the leaves of the trees. There was a significant lingering chill, covering the ground and haunting the air.

Such is the nature of early spring.

As you pulled yourself out of sleep you took your first deep breath of the day, stretching your arms and legs after being stationary for hours. You loved that first gasp of consciousness, it starkly contrasted your gentle breaths of sleep; like life was returning to your body. Early spring air was crisp, tasted like drinking the coldest water, you could feel it twisting inside your lungs and permeating your warmed insides. You yawned while rubbing the sleep from your eyes. With your knuckles still draped over your eyes, your other hand lazily flopped over to your mate’s side in search of him. Noa was nowhere to be felt.

Groaning, you turned your head with your eyes cracked and were met with the realization that you were in your shared nest alone, lonely and empty. You don’t typically wake up alone. A chill from the morning winds made its way into your nest, which made you wrap yourself more tightly in the furs. Pulling them up over your chin and lips, you curled into yourself. Just then there was a rustle of fabric and beads, lifting your head up you gazed at the makeshift door of your room and Noa walked through. He seemed tired still, scratching the back of his neck, when his eyes landed on you. He smiled, and you arched your brow.

“Where were you?” You yawned.

“Had meeting with elders…had to leave, earlier.” He had the decency to look sheepish. Still, you pouted.

“Why didn’t you tell me yesterday?”

“You were… already asleep. Was urgent, but I didn’t want… to wake you.” Noa, his head hung in a very grovelling and oh please forgive me my love way, approached your shared nest. In your benevolent forgiveness, you allowed him closer.

You feel some parts of your nest shifting as Noa gets in next to you; you mentally note asking him what was so important later, right now all you wanted was for sleep to take you again. As soon as Noa’s side touches the soft furs you shuffle closer to him, throwing an arm and leg across his body. Noa rests his head on his arm while his other wrapped around you and pulled you even closer. Coming face to face with Noa’s broad chest, you curled your fingers into his fur and let his scent fill your senses. That’s how you both stayed, silently embracing one another as chilly morning winds turned colder, allowing a light rain to roll into the valley from over the horizon.

You whined. “I hate waking up and you’re not next to me.” You pressed your face into him, strands of his hair tickling your skin.

Noa’s hand patted the back of your head, smoothing over your hair. “I know. Don’t like… leaving you in the morning.”

“So lonely,” you use the leg that’s around him to your advantage, bringing his pelvis against yours. “In our nest. By myself.”

Noa’s arm which had been draped over your side gravitates downward, his palm massaging the meat of your thigh. You looked up at him, batting your lashes; you felt a flush of bashfulness, despite the both of you commencing this song and dance many times. Noa’s green eyes bore lovingly into your own, within his pupils you could see a reflection of yourself. You huffed and, with a smile, bit your bottom lip lightly. Noa’s pupils dilated, his luscious forest green eyes overtaken with hunger. His thick, rough hand massaging further up your thigh, slowing moving to squeeze your ass.

“I can… make it up to you.” Noa brought his face into your neck, deeply inhaling. The feel of his lips brushing against your delicate skin making you shudder. “If you… want.”

Of course you did. “Mm. I might need some convincing.”

You snaked your arms around his neck, and Noa cradled your cheek as you brought him in to kiss you. It took a lot of practicing to get to this point, but it was so worth it. Noa was starting to overtake your senses, becoming all you could taste, feel, hear and smell, and as he pulled your leg further over his hip and began to move you under him you took the opportunity to sneak both legs around him and lock your ankles together, caging him between your thighs. Still connected in a kiss your other hand caressed the back of his neck while his own continue to squeeze your thighs and sides. You pull away to breath, heaving your chest while gazing up at your mate Noa smiles and starts mouthing his way down your neck. The feel of his canines brushing your pulse and collarbones made you whine.

The singing of a morning bird paused your movements. You sighed, your hands sliding over his shoulders.

“We should probably get up, everyone else is starting to wake up.” A part of you hated having to pull yourself away from Noa. However, there were tasks and responsibilities that needed to be tended to, your time with your mate would need to wait—

You gasped as Noa pushed himself further against you, feeling him now snug against your heat. Your grasp on his shoulders became tighter as he lifted himself up to stare down into your eyes, his vibrant green eyes speckled in gold captivating your own eyes. With a secure hold your hips, he dragged you further to him, leaving nothing to the imagination of what his intentions with you were. Noa brought himself down again, close to your ear his warm breath was sending waves of chills across your skin and sending your brain haywire.

“We are not… everyone else. I am Noa, leader of Eagle Clan.” His fingers passed downward until they tapped against your clit and began gently circling around, melting any resolve you might’ve had. “You’re… my mate. My brave… smart, and kind… beautiful mate. I left you alone… I need to… make it right.”

Well. With an argument so sound, you weren’t going to argue.

You sighed happily, your hands moving to play with your breasts as Noa began to play with you more, his thumb stroking your nerves and making you tremble and whimper for him.

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Thank you for readinggg I’ve been preoccupied with life stuff so sorry it’s taking me a minute to get to the requests in my inbox but I am getting to them slowly!!

I’ll prob do a pt 2 for this bc I purposefully left a cliffhanger (clit-hanger, sorry), so stay tuned for that if you liked this lol

Have a good day/night! Hope you’re enjoying the smuttier noa content I’ve been making

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Sneak peak of what I’m working onnnn

Might split it, make it two parts, haven’t decided what to do yet🫣🤔🤔

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Ides of March 2025 is going to be a fucking blast because it will have been 2069 years since Caesar's death day

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Hi hi! Dunno if it counts but i think that it would be interesting a nomad reader with dogs, showing them to Noa, after all, dogs has always been with humanity even with the downfall. They are the best companion to have! Hunting, as guardians, or just companions

Best Friend of Man – Noa x Reader

Eeeeee ok I have a dog, I love dogs and have always wanted one while growing up—but do you guys remember like in the first pota movie [back in like 2011] where the dog was barking at Caesar the first time? He looked pretty put off by it.

I tried to go for a similar thing with this—I thought the idea of Noa being introduced to a tame dog for the first time was really sweet. I say ‘tame’ because I can’t imagine many dogs post end-of-humanity being very friendly. But yours is so yay!

RELATIONSHIP: Noa x Nomad!Reader

MEDIA: Planet of the Apes, Kingdom of the planet of the Apes

SUMMARY: Despite avoiding them as much as possible, Noa learns to feel comfortable around your dog.

WORDS: 1.6k

WARNINGS: fluff, spelling/grammar errors

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He hadn’t seen such fondness for them until he had met you, but make no mistake, Noa knew what they were. They roved in packs of many, they barked and growled and snarled, hunted with great success. There were times where they skulked around with blood encrusted on their teeth and lips, prowling the open fields after a fresh kill, often fighting amongst each other for another bite which ripped the prey in half. If you got too close one, the fur along its back would raise—you could lose a finger. Worse case scenario you’d be cornered and attacked by a whole pack, mauled within an inch of your life.

Now because of you, he learned that echoes used to be quite fond of them; dogs.

Noa watched, perched on a rock a few feet away behind you, as you played with one of these dogs, which you proudly proclaimed as yours. It was a large and lithe beast, long pale fur hung on ghastly legs and body, an elongated face dotted with two dark eyes and a single nose. It ran circles around you, the sweet sound of your giggles and laughter exciting the beast more as it bounded up and down on its hind legs, its tail wagged rapidly; so much so, he was sure the tail would fly off if it wagged any faster. He couldn’t hear your words, but you reached into a pouch on your side and held your hand up with something between your fingers. The dog approached and sat down at your feet, which you rewarded with what must’ve been a delectable treat. It jumped up suddenly, putting its paws over your shoulders and shoving its muzzle into your face; had you not laughed even louder and patted the beast, Noa would’ve leapt up from his place and torn it off of you. You reached into another pocket on your side and pulled out a ball, the dog’s tail started wagging again, faster than before. As the dog dropped you bounced around, left and right while teasing your dog with the ball, who then ran in a circle. Your arm reared back and you threw the ball with all your might, it flew through the air and past the treeline. This didn’t deter your haunting white animal, who launched into action after the ball it quickly turned into a snow-coloured blur, disappearing into the greens and browns of the trees.

Noa was happy that you were happy, although admittedly he still felt uneasy at how happily and willingly you played with it—despite knowing her to be yours.

When you started approaching, Noa laid his gaze onto you and smiled, which you brightly returned. With a huff, you plopped down onto the rock next to him, your smile remaining on your lips.

“You should throw her ball for her, you’d like it a lot.” You said, panting slightly.

Noa tried to refrain from cringing, but it didn’t seem to go unnoticed by you. “Would… rather not.”

It’s not that he didn’t like your dog. He thought that she was… tame enough.

“I would be right next to you.” your hand reached over to his own.  “You don’t have to if you really don’t want to, but I think it would be a good first step to getting to know her.”

Your smile, the tender and soft understanding, compassionate as always. You’ve left enough room for him to refuse, but urging him to be brave. Noa’s hand grasped at his arms, your smaller and softer hand still on his own. You promised you’d be right there, that he didn’t have to throw the ball for your dog. He huffed; if anything, he knew it would make you happy.

“…alright. You will… be right there?” he looked to you, just in time to have your smile blind him again.

“Of course. C’mon, she’s coming back.” You stood and started walking towards your hound, Noa had been so focused on you that he had missed that your dog had returned from the forest, ball squished between fangs as white as its own fur.

Hesitantly, Noa stood up from the rock and followed behind you. His approach was slow, the only thing standing between him and the dog was you—not that he wouldn’t fight the dog off you if it suddenly chose to lash out—but he was still uncomfortable at the prospect of being so close to it. You were already cooing at your creature, which slobbered over your fingers. As he came to your side, he watched the beady black eyes of your beast, which had changed into wet, wide and brown eyes.

“Noa, this is Chaser. I’ve had her since she was a puppy.”

“Chaser?”

“When she was little, I almost lost her in the woods because she went after a rabbit.”

“Oh…” Noa stood, your Chaser’s tail stopping its wagging slowly as her gaze fell onto him. He couldn’t lie, he didn’t entirely enjoy being watched so intently.

Your hand slid back into his, your palm fitting so nicely into his own, your fingers notching into place perfectly between his. You held out the ball, a faded yellow in colour, and he took it. For your sake, he held back his discomfort at how the slimy it was. Chaser’s tail began to wag again, her eyes now stuck to the ball in his hands, her maw dropping open and her breaths coming out in excited pants.

“You could play with her a little bit,” the sound of your voice didn’t keep him from staring at your dog. “She likes that a lot, too. Or you could just throw it, whichever you’re more comfortable with.”

I can throw a ball, Noa thought. Throwing a ball was easy, simple, he’s thrown many other things that were about the size of this ball. He looked down at the ball in his hands, grimaced as he realized that the slimy texture was in fact saliva, and he looked back down at Chaser. Suddenly, despite his reservations, he felt himself having to fight off a smile. Chaser’s tongue now hung out the side of her mouth, her brown eyes wide, her tail swaying back and forth so intensely that her hips were moving in tandem. You snickered beside him.

This was mildly entertaining, he had to admit.

Noa breathed in and reared his arm back, Chaser dropped down onto her forelegs her big brown eyes not straying from the ball. As he threw the ball it had only left his fingers for a moment before Chaser hurled herself after it, the momentum of her turn causing her to slip and land against the grass before lurching back up and sprinting after the ball. You laughed, which was always a pleasant sound, Noa himself chuckled. Chaser quickly faded from view, her details blurring as she disappeared into the trees again. No watched and couldn’t help but smile. You laughed next to him and wrapped your arms over his shoulders, Noa braced his arm across your back.

“She likes you! I know she does.” You exclaimed.

“I only threw her ball... once.” Noa was happy you were so pleased, but there was no way after one ball throw.

As you were in the middle of opening your mouth to insist that your companion did in fact like Noa, she came prancing out of the trees once again. Chaser, who’s ball was wedged between her teeth, came to stand in front of Noa. She looked up at him, expectantly, then she dropped the ball from her maw onto the dirt.

“What… does she want?”

“She wants you to throw it again.” You shook him slightly, which did little to actually move him.

He really didn’t want to grab the wet ball again, but he had enjoyed watching this hairy beast be so obsessed with obtaining the ball. So again, Noa reached down and grabbed the ball, preparing his throw and then executing, just like before Chaser went straight after it with the same amount of enthusiam. Noa smiled, maybe he could get used to her presence. You sighed happily and sat down, Noa following your action.

“I see… why you like her.” Noa looked to you, his arms resting against his knees.

“Yeah, she’s really something. I love her a lot.” You didn’t look to him, watching the treeline as Chaser poked through. “Hm… I just realized something, might make you understand why I like her so much.”

Noa was all ears.

“She’s… to me what your eagles are to you and your clan, I think. I helped birth her, raised her, kept her safe and fed, in return she protects and supports me. I feel loved by her.” Noa wished he could say the same of Eagle Sun. “Even though she’s just a dog, I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.”

But he understood. Even though Eagle Sun and him had an… interesting relationship, he still had a deep fondness for the eagle. Noa hadn’t raised him himself, but Eagle Sun had supported him through much. And sometimes, when he looked into the piercing gaze of the raptor, he reminded Noa of his father.

Noa took your hand into his again, his thumb running across your scarred knuckles. You scooted closer to him and leaned into him, bringing the sides of your bodies snug together. Chaser didn’t drop the ball at either of your feet, instead choosing to flop down in front of you and chew on her caught prize; sloppily and messily. Noa could get used to dogs, your dog, at the very least.

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this was so fun to write!! i dont know how i havent thought about dogs until i got this ask, especially considering i have my own dog lol

thank you for reading and sending this request! had tons of fun, have a good day/night!