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SFW Alphabet with Caesar

The very first Alphabet I'm writing and *GASP* this is was so long to write but I LOVED IT!

Warnings: fluffy fluff, tiny angst and... tiny nsfw allusions

Words: 10k (🫨)

Enjoy your reading! 😁

Planet of the Apes Masterlist.

A = Affection

Caesar is actually, pretty much affectionate with you and I'm a firm believer he'll not be afraid to show his affection in public, all things considered of course. He'll not display a huge amont of it out of the nest, but you can bet there will be gentle glances towards you, soft and lingering touches when he passed by during the day. This is just what he does when you're both going on with your own activities during the day.

Something like... he's at a council meeting, perched on a rock above the colony and he saw you walking downhill towards whatever you planned to do and once you sense the gawking on you, you find his green and golden eyes watching you from above and as you grace him with a gentle smile, you catch his enamored gaze softening only for your eyes to see and for the split second it lasted it sends you a wave of pleasant tingles bubbling inside your chest.

But it can also be... One of each of your activities bring the two of you to meet, even for a short time, and I swear he'll gently brush his thick fingers through your hair, even letting his fingertips lightly scratch your scalp, and he'll rest his palm at the root of your neck while his fingers are still encapsulating your skull as he brings you to a tiny forehead kiss to greet you and ask you whatever he has to ask you. You're in for a wave of shiver running from your skull down to your spine as the warmth of his hand radiate through your skin and brings a soft heat on your cheek. Once again, it's short but it is delightful.

B = Best friend

He's a very caring friend, are you feeling well in your nest? Are you settling comfortably in the colony? Would you mind if I spend some time with you while you're fishing, eating or doing your human stuff? He'll listen to you, no matter what you're saying, telling him about what you did during the day, recalling some events from your past, complaining about Koba being a jerk to you, even your small talk, he'll listen to it. Not sure he'll comment on everything but it's okay, he's a good listener and that's all you need of him as a friend.

He might also come to you if he needs advice on how to handle a human situation.

C = Cuddles

I believe cuddling is something you needed to teach him. I mean, of course Caesar is affectionate with you, the soft touches and strokes, the forehead kisses and taking in your scent whenever he has to occasion to. But to actually save times with the only purpose to cuddle (and not even in a sexual way) and share gentle touches and whatnot, whispering lovingly into the ears of the other, it's a very human thing to do.

Okay, okay let me tell you how it went:

You needed more.

For a while now, a warm whirlwind had been biting at your stomach whenever you found yourself near your Caesar. A whirlwind that left you with a hunger you could never seem to satiate, despite your mate's heady presence, and which seemed to grow stronger every time his gaze landed on yours or his hands extended an affectionate greeting against your skin.

Lately, you'd caught yourself wanting more. When Caesar would slide his hand over the back of your neck to bring you closer to him and kiss your forehead with his, your body would have the strange instinct to chase after him as soon as he moved away from you, silently asking him to linger a few moments longer.

This would also happen when he offered you his hand to help you climb a rock or move over uneven ground he knew to be unstable for your (rather questionable) human balance. You'd slip your fingers into his calloused hand and his warmth would become a pleasant hot water bottle against your skin, as your hand tightened a little more against his with the firm intention of not wanting to let go, until he freed you from his chivalrous grip a little too quickly for your liking.

And the moment you realized your inescapable need to linger languorously in his arms was at the communal dinner.

You had finished your meal and were waiting patiently beside Caesar for him to finish his. He was engaged in a rather enthusiastic silent conversation with his son, Blue Eyes, while you admired the flames dancing in front of your eyes. Suddenly, your head found shelter against his shoulder. His fur tickled the skin of your cheek and you would have liked to snuggle up to him entirely, even nuzzling your nose in his fur to take in a whiff of his musky scent, but you just closed your eyes, enjoying the harsh but delicate tingling of his soft fur against your cheek.

You sometimes sought this kind of contact with him, so it didn't alarm Caesar so much until he realized that your head was still propped there, against his shoulder, the light pressure not budging after a few seconds as you were so used to do.

He frowned slightly in confusion, and with a touch of concern, he looked down at your peaceful face, his knuckles pressing lightly against your cheek to encourage you to open your eyes.

"Are you okay?" Caesar signed the words to you discreetly.

You tilted your head up a little, the movement causing friction against his fur as you refused to break the contact of your cheek against his warm shoulder, before signing a simple "yes" in turn.

"Do you mind, if… I stay like this?"

Your voice was a melodious whisper to his ears, and the features of his face softened to give way only to a loving expression. The air he blew through his nose made his nostrils flare weakly as he bent his head towards you, tenderly kissing your forehead with his own and if you squinted hard enough, you could have seen his lower lip fall limply in a peaceful expression.

"I… don't… mind… it."

The husky tone of his voice sent a shower of shivers down your spine and a smile played across your lips, making your hand travel around his arm until you slipped it into his, squeezing it tenderly to thank him.

And if your hand left his to let him carry on signing his discussion with his son, you comfortably settled your head back against his shoulder, your smile never leaving your face as Caesar's body gently leaned against yours to quietly share your affection.

From this day, you got him wrapped around your finger, I swear!

D = Domestic

Well, if you're not under human problems (you know, war, threats and such), I think it can be a very peaceful life. Like, you just need to... be. You have quite a lot of routine activities to sustain the daily communal life, for example: going fishing, hunting, foraging fruits/vegetables, but also exploring the world around the colony to maybe gather useful tools and materials, maybe you have to get wood for the fires, but you also need to take care of your shared nest with Caesar (because let's face it, with the amount of intimacy activities you both go through, the nest MOVES a lot). So yeah, very peaceful and I tend to think it can also become TOO peaceful (really, put aside war and threats). I'll not say boring because you have a lot to do, especially being Caesar's mate - he relies on you a lot to spend time with the colony on his behalf to help the other apes when needed and such, because he cannot be everywhere, team's work you know - it's about the routine. It's more or less the same dynamic each day, so being creative is important, because you know, you can't go on holidays anymore 😂

Not to worry though, it's not a feeling you have often, most of the time you enjoy your daily peaceful life especially because I believe Caesar makes it a priority to spend quality time with you during the day, rather than just seeing you in the early morning or evening and night.

So for an hour or two, he'll be with you while you're working on something for the colony. Maybe that day he went with you to forage blueberries and nuts or fishing at the river and let me tell you, in these times where he has you only for himself, he's going to be playful! YES the grumpy stoic ape is PLAYFUL when it comes to you (or littles ones but wait and see 🤭) and you can bet he'll do it in such a smooth way like "no, I'm not responsible for that water splash you just got in your face 😇" and if you try to get your payback, you better be prepared because he won't allow this without consequences so please run for your life because he will tackle you down into the mud and a series of cheerful and teasing hoots would be sung just for you as he pretends he's going to severely bite your neck, because how dare you splashing him water back now just enjoy his hot breath and teeth hovering your skin AND YOU'RE IN FOR A MOUTH FULL KISS RIGHT IN THE CROOK OF YOUR NECK AS HE'S LAUGHING HEARTILY and you happily savor it because IT IS NOT OFTEN.

(Please leave me alone I have FEELS and I should write a proper oneshot for this!!)

E = Ending

Oh this one is tough. When I think about it, (and this will go with the letter F too) I can't picture a reason he would break up with you because, hear me out, he's an overthinker, if he had chosen you for being his mate, you can be sure the decision is more than analyzed. Beforehand, he probably had studied your behavior on your good AND bad days. He knows how you express anger, he knows how you express frustration, how you express offense but also how you express love, caring and even teasing! So, if he ever break up, it would not be because of you, nor it would be because of him because YOU know also with who you engage yourself. I mean, a human and an ape mating for life, this is no joke, both of you know the ups and downs of this.

If there were ever a break up at some point, it would probably come from something out of control and coming from someone else or something external. Like someone is threatening one of you to kill the other if you don't break up, or you know, this kind of seriousness where the life of the other is in danger. And omg it would be so heartbreaking for both of you if something like a serious threat was coming at the two of you:

It was… as if the world were falling apart for the second time.

"It… can no longer… work…" he huffed in an aggravated tone. "We… can't… work."

His words, pronounced with a coldness you didn't recognize. It wasn't him, the ape in front of you, standing with such firm determination that you hardly dared - you, his mate, the one he'd chosen to share the rest of his life with - to look at him, that ape there, he wasn't your Caesar.

"I… don't understand," you said, your voice hushed.

And you'd hoped so hard that he'd change his mind, that you'd misinterpreted his words and that it was all just a misunderstanding. You were almost sick with wanting to believe it, the walls of your heart clenched so tightly that at any moment, you knew, it could break, spread out in little pieces on the floor like glass, and suddenly your stomach wanted to give back the meal you'd eaten in the early hours of the morning.

"You have to… Leave." His baritone voice was nothing but fists slamming into your face.

And your face contorted with the anticipation of punches Caesar would never dare inflict on you, no matter what. You took a deep breath, your eyes closed to prevent yourself from seeing the hatred you imagined on Caesar's face, as the tears had decided to roll down your cheeks, leaving a warm, wet trail behind them.

You couldn't hear them, these words. You couldn't accept them, and yet Caesar anticipated with great skill your desire to come close to him and try to talk some sense into him, to seek out the body warmth that he, only the day before, had known how to offer you in the difficult times you'd experienced in the past. No sooner had you taken even the slightest step in his direction than he growled, baring his teeth in a stern warning that one more step would bring you nothing but trouble.

And that was all it took.

You felt yourself stumbling to catch the organ that was pumping your blood through your veins, but you weren't quick enough. You had no choice but to watch it crash to the ground, the blood-red fragments scattering into thousands of pieces that you knew would be impossible to gather and glue back together.

It was all over. You could see in front of you, at your feet, your heart beating to propel blood that would never reach your veins, and the sticky liquid spreading in streams around the organ that had just been ripped from your chest.

Your arms wrapped around your breast as if you were trying to cradle this organ so important to your body, telling yourself that perhaps this would give it back its rightful place and no matter how much you squeezed your ribs, it was already too late, you could feel it deep inside you, the emptiness. The emptiness that had just taken its place where it was supposed to be.

Caesar was watching you crumble. And he wondered if you would be able to recover from it, if he would be able to recover from it. But what other choice did he have? He couldn't see any. This, to know that you would continue to breathe, even far from him, even far from his people, but very much alive, or else… to know once again the wrenching pain of seeing once again the heart of the being he loved stop beating. And that was something he couldn't bring himself to do. Not while the threat hovering over you was still alive. Maybe you'd never forgive him, even afterwards, it was even clear, you'd never be able to forgive him. Your tears flooding your skin, your body cowering in on itself like prey caught in a bear's clutches, your face - usually so lit up by your own sun, the one radiating from your body as if the sun above the world itself had given you one of its rays as a gift - damaged by the heartbreaking words Caesar had chosen to utter, proved to him that you would never forgive him.

And Caesar felt something coming to gnaw at his ribs and crawl viciously to his heart before attacking his flesh with sharp teeth. But there was nothing he could say, nothing he could do other than show you a hard, cold face, ready to display the dangerousness of his jaw in the false anger he had to pretend. And a hint of real anger emerged in the pit of his stomach. He never pretended. He never lied. So why couldn't you see that? Why did you so easily believe this face he'd only shown you in his horrific images that sometimes haunted him as he slept soundly beside you.

This anger he could show you without pretending, and that's what gave credibility to it all.

(I should also write a proper oneshot for this 😭)

F = Fiance(e)

So, hm, yeah, back to my senses (sorry about that), and as I said just above, he is NOT quick in wanting to have you as his mate because he needs to be sure of you. Like, crazy sure. No doubts allowed because commitment is for life and there is no turning point. So from the moment the idea pop up in his mind that maybe he feels something else than friendship towards you, he'll observe, study and analyze your behavior in a very obsessive way (this should sit in the bad habit section I believe!). No joke is allowed here but once he got what he sought, damn you're doomed to have him for the rest of your life.

G = Gentle

He is gentle, no debate about this, but he knows when to be gentle and when to be harsh. He's very smart in knowing how to hold himself, how to adapt his behavior according to an event in order to obtain what he wants. And this goes for both, physically and emotionally. He's not shy in showing his gentleness but also his capacity to be abrasive. This is why he is a great leader, king to the other apes, he knows how to balance both.

Now, talking about you. There is no way he's harsh with you physically, even if you're mean to him for some reasons, he knows he can badly injure you because he is way stronger than you. And hurting you is a huge NO, no matter what. So, when he has his hands on you, it is as soft as the stroke of a feather.

Now, he may be harsh emotionally with you but not in a sense he'll use bad words on you or try to belittle you or something like this, he'll be harsh if you try to push him to open up and he's not ready or doesn't want to, there he's going to dismiss you. It'll also happen when you talk badly about your own self (see the U section).

He can also be a bit blunt when he speaks, which can sometimes be taken as offensive for a human but there are no bad thoughts behind it. He's an ape, he just says what needs to be said so if you're asking him if the crafting your making is good, and it is actually going bad, don't expect him to lie, he'll tell you it's bad. But you'll see the gentleness when he crouched down beside you and help you get it better.

H = foreHead kisses

(YEAH I KNOW it's supposed to be "Home" and forehead does not start with an "h" but I wanted to talk about forehead kisses, so I'm talking about forehead kisses, if you have something against it, go talk to after sales services, thanks 😂)

So FOREHEAD KISSES.

They occur on a daily basis: to greet you in the morning and gulp at your scent before leaving for the day, to greet you also at dinner time when meet once again after a long day and he needs to feel close to you and also for a night routine before you both fall in the arms of Morpheus. And he does linger there, pressing his forehead against yours. Sometimes you can feel a small pinch from your skull as he presses harder there to show you how much you mean to him. According to him, the harder he presses, the deeper his feelings for you are engraved (one day you got a light bruise from the forehead kiss you shared the night before and you couldn't stop complaining about it so now instead on going hard pressing, he lingers A LOT MORE, lingering works to).

And there is this little ceremonial thing that goes with forehead kisses... At the end of the courting phase, to ask to officially enter into a mated pair relationship… both parties have to initiate a forehead kiss. When the first one is given, if you don't decline right away, the other one will wait for you to give it back. And it may take several days, this way, it allows the courting phase to last a little longer, in a way that's enjoyable for both of you.

Let me tell you how it went for you!

The first few days of winter were always complicated. Your body would eventually get used to the cold, but you'd always have that adjustment time that caused you restless nights.

The little fire crackled gently inside your little hut. The late autumn night chill prevented you from falling asleep, despite the pelts covering your bed and the coat you had to slip over your shoulders to keep warm.

And this was how Caesar found you, passing by your hut with the primary aim of returning to his nest for the night. Your crouched form beside your campfire, your knees tucked up against your chest and your hands seeking the warmth of the small flames dancing merrily, drew his attention and he stopped in front of the entrance to your hut.

You hadn't noticed him yet, and he took the opportunity to admire your eyes as they followed the movement of the flames, hoping that the waltz they were playing would eventually lull you to sleep. His eyes were always telling him silent stories, animated by emotions that were sometimes joyful, sometimes amusing and sometimes sad. He always admired the ability that humans had… that you had, to express so much in a single glance.

He had to work to decipher them. He'd had a few failures in the past, but today he could tell in a glance the emotion that was gripping your heart. And tonight, he could see a mixture of annoyance and fatigue, and a certain desire to find the serenity that would finally lead you to sleep.

You still didn't notice him, and a deep, primal feeling nibbled pleasantly at his insides as he had the vulgar sensation of lurking over you like prey he'd eventually catch.

His green eyes wandered happily over your body and your hands, after storing up enough warmth, began rubbing your legs to transmit the warmth you'd been missing for so long.

The warmth he could bring you.

You repeated the gesture, placing your palms over the small fire, and Caesar watched your skin redden under the effect of the flames. His hands closed into two fists, suddenly feeling the heat radiate to his palms as if you'd just slipped your warm fingers into his hands, and he had to swallow. The sensation of your hands in his would be a treat and his cheeks puffed up in anticipation.

Maybe this was the right moment. The right moment to give in to temptation and finally take knowledge of your own volition.

But you still didn't notice him, and he would never allow himself to enter your personal space that he knew was so important to you. So his eyes wandered over your body again, and that's when he caught sight of it. Protected by the collar of the coat you were wearing, the top of your jugular escaping under that thick piece of cloth he suddenly wanted to rip off. His mouth salivated without warning and he was already running his tongue over the tips of his canines with the irrefutable urge to plant them in your skin and mark you as his own. And if you could just look up and…

Spotting him standing at the entrance to your hut, you smiled softly at him, your face lighting up faintly with fatigue but your eyes shining with a tenderness reserved only for him.

That was all he needed to get closer. To get closer until you timidly indicated that he should come and settle down beside you, but he had another idea in mind.

He had to know.

He watched your eyes squint with confusion when he didn't stop where you'd indicated, and when his palm slid delicately to the back of your head as he leaned gently toward you, he sought in your gaze a clue. Something that would tell him you'd refuse what he wanted.

Your eyes fluttered and a deep, soothing sigh found its way into your ribcage at the feel of his warm hand against the skin at the nape of your neck. A series of tingling sensations ran down your spine and into the small of your back as Caesar lovingly kissed your forehead with his own. His warm breath touched your face, warming the pores cooled by the winter night as he took deep breaths to memorize your scent to the very depths of his memory, and your hand slid down his cheek of its own accord, the graying fur that lined the junction of his skin tickling your fingertips.

You gently brushed his skin under his fur and it took no time at all for him to increase the pressure of his forehead against yours, a satisfied growl echoing in his chest in the hope that you would understand that this gesture was important. That after this, he wouldn't let you slip through his fingers and that he'd do anything and everything so that one day… you'd come and give him back what he'd just given you.

I = I love you

I talk about this before and I'm gonna stick on that: verbalizing your feelings towards each other is a very human way to do so. He doesn't understand the point of verbalizing it: you're mated for life, you share his nest, he even share sometimes his own food even if you have a full bowl of fruits, nuts and vegetables. The lingered eyed contact, the soft touches when he passed by, the intimacy you both go through when you find each other in the nest by the end of the day, the forehead kisses he gives you and that you returned fervently. All this screams I love you so when you tell him these words one time when you were both having a cuddle time in the privacy of your shared nest, he's like: ???? yes, I know, you know I know, you know I know you know, so???? but he accepts it anyway, escaping a chuckle straight out of his chest as he nuzzles his muzzle against your neck to gulp a big scent of yours and dancing his canines against your soft skin, teasing it and his warm breath willingly huffed towards your skin so he can feel your shiver waving through your entire body.

And yes he'll use it against you at any opportunity.

J = Jealousy

I don't picture him being jealous, like, he's quite confident in this field (and mostly because he can just smell your interest towards him so he has no doubt about your choice of mate, him, of course. You have no way to hide your feelings for him, your hormones betray you.). YET he is possessive but I think it's a distinctive feature for apes, once you're a mated pair, scent is key to keep any other apes away. So you'll have his scent all over you and he'll make sure his scent remains as strong as it needs to be on your body so he can smell your scent mixed up with his own from miles away (well, maybe not miles but you got the point). If you wash in a river, be sure you're ready for a shower of shared scent!

K = Kisses

Very, very, very human thing to do.

If we talk about mouth kisses, he doesn't mind it, like, he's not against it but he'll not go for it either. It's not a natural way for him to show his affection but he will let you do as you please if you feel the need to give him a smooch there because well... thank you Caroline and Will for kissing each other in front of him so now he knows mouth kisses are an important act of affection towards the one you love. (Though if you shut him as he's grumpily complaining he'll lowkey adore it and he'll carry on grumbling against your mouth so you keep kissing him there even though you start laughing because you know he does it on purpose. This is a silent agreement between you both.)

What he absolutely loves is to kiss your neck and he is NOT shy about it, well he is because he keeps it to the privacy of your nest or when he has you for himself and no one is around because he just goes mouth full on your skin and you can't complain. He's going to play his tongue against your soft skin and if he feels like it, even his teeth are going to graze at your neck as a wave of shiver flow along your body in anticipation, waiting for his canines to pierce through your skin but you can only feel a sting under the light pressure Caesar gives in the aim of not hurting you. (Ask him and I swear he'll go for a true bite).

L = Little ones

He is so caring and protective towards the young ones. He probably acts like a father for any baby apes or young apes of the colony.

He doesn't necessarily meet the little ones very often, but when he does - when he's with Maurice, for example - he's the kind of ape who looks at them with that kind, protective gaze. The ape kids aren't the least bit impressed by him, and they don't mind teasing him by climbing on his back or playing tag, like "You can't catch me!" and the little one scurries off with Caesar at his heels, and you can hear the happy, playful hoots throughout the village.

I've mentioned it before, but Caesar can be very playful when he wants to be (and especially when life doesn't push him around with responsibilities heavier than his shoulders.) and he shows it with you but also with the little ones.

M = Morning

Before you're a mated pair, he's got into the habit of coming to your nest to get you for breakfast. One day, you didn't wake up in time, so he made it his mission to come and check that you were awake and ready to eat, because it's important to fill your stomach in the morning and share this moment with everyone. It's a question of health and well-being, he says (well, it's also because he wants you to be the first one who he talks to in the morning so you can bet it is VERY early in the morning when he comes for you but shhh 🤫).

After you're a mated pair, surprisingly enough, he's going to let you sleep. He'll gently kiss your forehead with his own, trying not to wake you, and if you do, he'll linger a bit more than if you don't, and then he's out for his day, saving you a bowl for your favorite food for when you'll be ready to take your breakfast.

And until you teach him the art of cuddling, he'll not stick around the nest that much because you know, early council meetings, but once you taught him how to cuddle? There is at least ONE morning every so often when the council meeting start later than any other days 😳

N = Night

The nights are peaceful. And I think it's the only time when Caesar is vulnerable and able to express his true feelings openly.

It's also one of those tender moments (which can drift into something more spicy, but shhh) that you both share, and it's a time when you can really enjoy snuggling up to him, burying your nose in his fur at the neck, and letting his musky scent lull you to sleep.

You used to wait for him in the nest, your back pressed against several pelts that you used as pillows. On this particular day, you had found an old book in a human camp, and to pass the time before Caesar came in, you laid it on your lap, tucked slightly towards you, to read.

Lost in your reading, you didn't notice Caesar until your name rolled off his lips to catch your attention, and you smiled gently at him as he busied himself rekindling the fire you'd let die little by little. Your eyes went back to their reading, a novel by Graham Swift, whose moving story captivated your irises to the point of Caesar's curiosity.

His massive brown body entered your field of vision as he slowly crawled on all fours to your feet, letting one of his hands run along your shin. Your calf muscle twitched at his touch and his fur tickled your skin as you willingly allowed him enough space between your legs to rest. His hand settled on your right knee as he leaned lightly against your other leg, which needed to tense its muscles to keep it stable enough with the new weight it had to support.

His warmth beamed onto your skin, soaking into every cell and making it difficult to ignore. His head peeked out over your book, giving it a quick glance before focusing on the depths of your eyes.

"Ever after" you said.

And you closed the book to show him the cover page where a pear crunched on one side rested on an orange background of a beehive. The corners of the book were twisted and the hardback cover was itself beginning to detach from its base, and Caesar slid his hand from your knee until he grasped the book to observe it.

"Is he… new?" He asked.

You could feel his second hand laid against the nest just below your left thigh, which served to keep him more or less on top of you, and a shivering sensation crawled to the pit of your stomach when he playfully brushed his thumb over the part of your thigh that rested against the pelts.

"I found it this morning, you know, at the camp after the river." You explained gently.

And you knew his reaction even before he had done it. The features of his face frowned, the ridge of his eyes hardened and a grumble scratched his throat, unhappy that you'd ventured so far from the colony on your own. You giggled faintly and brought your hand up to his face, stroking the little wrinkles under his eyes in an attempt to soften his pout.

"And I don't have a single scratch!" You said proudly with a smile that was hard for him to resist.

He huffed, making his nostrils flare, in resignation, but you could see his irises scanning your skin for the slightest mark that wasn't there already. He set the book down beside you and you needed to give him more room between your thighs as he pushed himself further over your chest. A hand found its support beside your shoulder and you were forced to twist your neck back to keep looking at his face. The intense focus in his eyes faded as he realized that, indeed, no injury, however small, had appeared on the skin exposed between the pieces of fabric of your nightwear. And you couldn't help having that playful smile glued to your lips at his undying concern that something might happen to you.

Your hand went to the back of his neck, the light pressure of your fingers in his fur inviting him to kiss your forehead with his own, and although still reluctant because he hadn't yet looked all over your body, he gave in to temptation as his forehead met yours in a heartwarming "pop", his scowl forever stuck to his face.

At least… until his muzzle traveled to the hollow of your neck, where he deliberately blew warm air at you as his hand found its home at your ribs. His broad palm encased part of your ribcage and it was impossible to hold back a laugh that danced melodiously in his ears as his front teeth nibbled at the skin between your collarbone and your throat.

Caesar laughed, his hooting drawing air into his lungs as you squirmed in his grip, falsely trying to escape him, but his hand pressed gently against your ribs, forcing you to remain almost still despite the jolts your laughter caused against your chest.

His teeth brushed your skin on their journey to your ear, where you had the pleasure of hearing his deep but playful voice.

"I have to… check."

You shook your head, falsely annoyed by his antics, and he softly pressed the side of his face against yours before giving you a cheeky look that you didn't see often enough. You giggled, the air scraping against your lips as he pretended to bite your nose, but the fondness of his fingers digging into your shirt in the hope of seeing it fly away spoke of his true motives.

And those golden-green eyes… brimming with playfulness, you wanted to engrave them deep in your memory so you'd never forget them.

Yep, nights are just like this with him.

O = Open

He is on the slow team to reveal things! It'll take you a lot of times to create a strong bond based on trust and understanding for him to open up about his deep thoughts and emotions.

He'll need to observe your behavior a lot. How are you behaving with other apes? Are you helpful? What do you bring to the colony? Do you care about the other apes? In which way? So you need to be very demonstrative about your kindness and reliability.

I think he would be just as deeply moved if you took the first step and revealed something important to you. You gain trust by giving it away. He would appreciate this from you.

P = Patience

It really depends on the subject and how far people push it. With Koba? Caesar doesn't even know what patience means. With Maurice? Maurice can say anything, Caesar will allow it no matter what. Rocket? It is well balanced.

As far as you are concern, he is very patient with you except for this one little thing (section U, I'M LOOKING AT YOU) where he can get pretty mad if you keep pushing it. Otherwise, he'll take the time to listen to your rambling and complaining and if it's what you are seeking for, he'll give advice or even try to find a solution if you face a problem.

If you complain about something he did or a decision he made, he'll prefer to discuss it with you, trying to explain all the ins and outs. Dialogue is always his first choice coming to you (especially because he can't force his decision on you the way he would on other apes using his dominant stance. You're human, you don't have the same understanding of this behavior and so you're much less affected by his dominant/leader side - except in the privacy of your nest, where his leading side has a very positive effect, but there we digress). Most of the time, it does the trick. But even if you're stubborn on your position on the matter, he'll not get angry at you for not changing your mind, he'll accept it and respect it after hearing your thoughts.

He's just glad he can talk through misunderstanding or argument with you because even if none of you change your mind, discussing it untangles tension and you gain a better understanding of each other perspective.

Q = Quizzes

If you talked about something you like or dislike, he’ll have it engraved in his mind.

I believe he’ll not remember ALL the things you say, like if you talk about your day or just do small talk, he’ll listen (first because he finds it interesting, second because your voice is a sweet treat to his ears) but he’ll not dwell on it. BUT there are some key words he knows you’re using when something is important to you and if it’s important to you, it’s important to him and in these moments, his mind becomes a recorder. Even for the tiny trivial things (oh so you preferred eating vegetables first and then fish or meat, your favorite flower is the lily of the valley and back in humanity time, you loved your shower with hard soap and not liquid ones, YEP RANDOM STUFF LIKE THAT IF YOU SAID THE KEY WORDS). So he knows something is important not only with key words but also the way you hold yourself, there is this scent or aura coming out of you which tells him to click on the REC button of his mind.

R = Remember

His favorite memory is when you ride him for the first time to show him the power of pelvic rotation when rightfully used for physical pleasure but it wouldn't be very SFW to describe so I'm telling you something else instead.

Remember the story in H section? Yeah? Well...

Your fingers worked cautiously around the brambles that had twisted deep into Caesar's fur, the thorns scraping his skin sharply at the slightest movement he might initiate.

Focused on your task, you felt the skin on your cheeks flush with embarrassment as images of the incident looped through your mind. You didn't even dare to look at him, even though his golden-green eyes never took their eyes off you for a second, and if you could have ducked into a mouse hole, you'd have gladly done so.

Caesar remained motionless and patient with your hands as they carefully probed his fur, trying to delicately remove each thorn from the brambles that had intertwined with his body without his consent.

You'd been scared.

Of what? It didn't really matter anymore, because even though he'd gained a bramble blanket covering his arm up to his shoulder, he could still enjoy the delicacy of your skin wriggling in his fur, offering him a shower of tingles that ruffled his fur nicely.

You hid your face from him, refusing to let him observe the colouring of your cheeks that ran up to the tips of your ears, and Caesar found himself tilting his head slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse of that expression you seemed to reserve only for him. But you were stubborn.

Your hands moved slowly up his arm, and every touch left him wanting more.

And he wondered… After that gift he'd given you a few weeks ago, he was wondering when you'd give it back. There had been plenty of opportunities. Caesar had worked hard to make them happen. But you never seemed ready. Yet he could feel it. Come to think of it, he already knew. And feeling your forehead curl against his may have been only ceremonial, but the idea was too pleasurable.

If he listened to the tasty twist in his stomach, he'd go for that forehead kiss on his own, but it had to come from you. He'd done his part and could only wait languidly for the honor of seeing you take action.

Maybe… maybe if you were willing to look at him, he could give you with one glance the permission you lacked to do so. Maybe that was it. Maybe you were afraid and waiting for his approval to approach him in such an intimate way. He was ready to give it to you, and seeing you fumbling around apologizing for something that wasn't so bad after all, barely daring to look up at him, pinched his heart and he had trouble understanding its meaning.

All he knew was that his hand traveled peacefully to your cheek, his knuckles barely grazing your skin but enough to cause you to raise your eyes to his. Look at me. Those were the words that trailed off with the caress he bestowed on you, lingering until your irises came searching for an answer to a question that had never been asked.

"It's… almost over." You say, your voice still pleading a forgiveness he'd already granted you before you even asked.

Your eyes left him again to follow the movement of your fingers up his shoulder again, but Caesar wasn't satisfied. This wasn't what he wanted and his cheeks puffed out in slight frustration, urging him once again to come and press, a little longer this time, his knuckles against your skin. This sensation that was now gnawing at his stomach was becoming burdensome and when you looked up at him again, confused, he couldn't help but close his eyes, letting his head fall forward even just a little, enough to hope to make you understand what he desperately wanted from you.

He couldn't be patient anymore, not this close to you, and the seconds passed like minutes before you understood. Before the two neurons connected in your brain, still reeling from having jostled him for being afraid of a spider. His forehead was desperately calling out to you, and a deep relief spread through Caesar's body when he felt your forehead press gently against his, with the lightness of a feather, not quite sure of the real implication of your gesture.

"Sorry… wait a little longer, I'll be quick." you whispered as you struggled with the erratic rhythm of your heartbeat, which suddenly seemed to want to leave your chest when your breath shared space with Caesar's.

You were still talking about those brambles, and just as your forehead wanted to leave his so you could get back to your task, Caesar yanked away the brambles that remained twisted in his fur with ease. His hand slid down your cheek, traveling to your hair and coming to rest flat against the back of your skull, holding you against his forehead. He would have liked to sink inside your skull with the simple aim of planting the depth of his feelings for you there, but he contented himself with escaping a breath through his mouth, making his cheeks puff out.

"I've waited… long… enough."

Yep, his favorite memory of your relationship 🙂‍↕️

S = Security

Caesar is VERY protective, which goes hand in hand with his role as leader, and he'll do anything for his people, even sacrifice his own life. And so, I have the feeling that he can quickly find himself stuck on an idea without seeing the other possible solutions when the life or survival of the colony is threatened. He can get pretty aggressive at times like that, and that's where you come in, because he'll tend to listen to you more easily, even if he grumbles when you force him to open up his views. There are only two beings who can reason with him: you and Maurice. And the two of you are a great pair to keep Caesar's head on straight when a serious risk threatens the colony and his protective side is triggered into + + + mode.

Maurice has a deep wisdom and serenity that radiates around him, and you have a deep benevolence and patience that surrounds you with a calm energy. Together, you provide the reassurance and calm that makes even the most urgent situations manageable.

Maurice will get through to him on his mental and intellectual levels, while you'll get through to him on his emotional ones, making you a winning duo to reassure him and help him avoid succumbing to a defensive, stubborn spiral.

That's for the general idea.

But if a threat concerns you directly, even you won't be able to reason with him. I think he's still traumatized by Cornelia's death (AU where Cornelia dies after Blue Eyes is born) and as a result, he's going to be over-protective of you. The most notable protective gesture is that he'll always stand in front of you, using his massive body as a bulwark to protect you. Back when bubble wrap still existed, he'd be your bubble wrap (I never thought I'd say such a thing 😂).

His protective side can also be seen in the little things he does on a daily basis: Caesar will hold your hand to help you up onto a rock, he'll hold your waist to help you down from a horse, but he'll also prepare you a bowl of rich, balanced food, and if you're a little late for dinner, he'll save a place for you by his side. And I wouldn't recommend sneezing in front of him, because you'll end up with an army of disease-knowing apes around you to make sure you haven't caught anything bad.

Not only will Caesar want to protect you physically, but also psychologically. He's already violently growled at Koba for verbally insulting and threatening you, and fortunately Maurice was there to prevent Caesar from giving in to his anger. He's going to be very attuned to your emotions and make sure he's there to absorb all your worries and pain. EXCEPT for the U section. Even then, when he dismisses your negative thoughts, it's just his protective side, because he also wants to protect you from your own thoughts, and so by not wanting to go into depth on the subject, he's preventing you (according to him) from allowing yourself to be attacked by your own thoughts.

In truth, this over-protective side of him, I can well imagine it going into the U section. At least, until he becomes more relaxed about the whole thing. It'll take time, but with a bit of work, he'll stop jumping at the slightest mosquito that wants to come and bite you.

Give him a little time, maybe get a little angry to show him you're not defenseless, and he'll eventually calm down and settle down to a reasonable amount of protection.

T = Try

Well, it depends on the timing of your relationship.

For example, before you're a mated pair but just as Caesar is finally sure of his choice to take you as his mate, he'll develop extra efforts to impress you. Because if he's sure he wants you, you've got to be sure you want him in return, and there's nothing like a little demonstration of his strength and ability to provide for all your needs.

And what could be better than to take you on his horse for a hunting trip…

The beating of your heart thumped against your ribcage with force, and a drop of sweat beaded along your temple. The ambient humidity of an evening after a thunderstorm crushed its clammy heat down your back, and if you hadn't had to maintain a deathly silence in stressful anticipation of Caesar spotting his prey, you'd already have tried to sigh deeply to try and lower the heavy temperature bubbling up inside your body.

The body heat of the King Ape wasn't helping to cool you down either, and you wondered how Caesar managed to endure this heavy, damp heat with his fur plastered all over his body.

You hardly dared to move because of the sweat sticking to your skin from your T-shirt, and you could even feel the rough tingling of Caesar's fur through it, which had itself stuck to your shirt with its own sweat. The urge to whisper in his ear that it would be better to go home than try to catch a deer on a stormy summer's evening crossed your mind, but Caesar had been more than convincing when he had come to ask you to join him on his hunt.

Unlike your heartbeat, his breathing was steady. You felt as if the fur on his belly was one with your skin from the unpleasant sweat that made you both want to go home, but Caesar was determined. You had to see. You had to see what he was capable of.

His horse snorted impatiently and Caesar had to hold him back in his reins until Rocket appeared above your heads, signing to Caesar:

"the horde is near." "Drive it towards us."

Caesar signed back, and his hand came down over yours to give it a gentle squeeze, silently asking you to hold on tight to him. Your arms wrapped a little tighter around his torso, pressing your chest further against his back, as your body objected to the stifling heat radiating from your two tangled bodies. And if the rest of your body didn't seem to be adoring this entrancing contact, your stomach seemed to be enjoying this all-too-rare proximity, as you felt it dance in shivering waves of pure delight.

And that was a lot to process. Your brain was boiling, but you weren't sure whether it was the temperature outside that was crushing you and Caesar, or the temperature inside your body reacting to the delicious touch of brute force emanating from the king of the apes.

You took advantage of the last second before the storm to rest your forehead against his shoulder blade, suddenly feeling the need for support before you fell under the heat. The sudden pressure on his shoulder drew Caesar's gaze, turning his head towards you as he puffed a silent question, the corner of his eyes showing a tinge of fondness. A smile played on your lips as you tilted your head up so that he could see the confirmation that you were ready with a nod of the head. And the corner of his lips stretched in a smug look.

Let's see if you were really ready to witness his strength in action.

After you're a mated pair, he'll be less of a show-off, but whenever he goes on an outing (hunting, inspecting human camps, etc.), he'll always make sure to bring something back for you: a piece of clothing, an object like a book or a hairbrush, or it could be your favorite fruit or flower. He'll always have something for you when he comes back, and every time he does, that smile, that goes all the way up to your eyes, you grant him, gives him an extreme sense of satisfaction, and that's where you find a little bit of his show-off side when he huffs and puffs his cheeks slightly because he's happy to have made you happy.

U = Ugly

I think he would not want to talk about any of your worries concerning your human condition. Like, being a human amongst a colony of apes can be tough sometimes when I think you can feel insecure at some point about it. Like, you're fragile, one thorn and your skin can bleed, one bad fall and you're in for weeks of recovery if you had injured yourself badly, you can get sick at any too cold weather and you can't walk bare foot without risking to cut or slip on rocks. Let's not talk about climbing trees or hunting big animals. So yeah, being insecure and not feeling as you truly belong there is something you sometimes feel. But Caesar is a stubborn ape. If he believes you belong, if he believes you're at your rightful place beside him, there is no way you can question it or be against him. So if you bring it to him someday he can and will dismiss it, or at least, he'll listen to you, tells you you're wrong in thinking that way and just go on with his life duties as you also should do because duh, why would you stick on such an absurd idea because he thinks you deserve to be here, you deserve to be his mate, he has chosen you as such and there is no point questioning it, DAMN YOU ARE PERFECTLY FINE WHERE YOU ARE, YOU SHOULD NOT WORRY ABOUT YOUR POSITION BECAUSE THERE IS NO OTHER WAY POSSIBLE THAN YOU BEING HIS MATE. CONVERSATION IS OVER.

He's losing it if you push it too far and yeah, bad habit.

V = Vanity

It's not really about his looks, you know, apes don't have the same perception of looks as we do, so I think if he was covered in sweat and mud and his fur was all sticky, it wouldn't be, visually, disturbing to him. The aesthetic isn't important, in any case, I don't think he dwells on it. HOWEVER, the way he holds himself, THAT is important. He's the king of the apes and HE'S PROUD, and it should show, he'll pay attention to his postures and adapt them to the situation. I think he wants his physical AND mental strength to be seen! He'll flex his muscles, puff out his chest, he's a bit of a show-off. And then, if you're close to him OH BOY, he'll literally put on a show, he's already a big guy, but now he wants to impress you, he wants you to only look at him, he wants his simple stance to prove to you that he's the only one who can provide for you, and the moment he smells your arousal because FOR GOD’SAKE JUST SEEING HIM HELD HIMSELF IN SUCH A PROVOKING WAY SETTLE A HEAT BETWEEN YOUR LEGS AND HE WILL HAVE A SMUG SMILE GHOSTING OVER HIS LIPS because he got what he wanted.

W = Whole

I don't think he would feel incomplete. Okay, let me explain, of course if he's away for several days he'll miss you as hell! BUT it doesn't mean he feels incomplete. I truly believe you both are very much complete individual, there is no incomplete souls that suddenly meet each other to become one. You met each other as two fully grown individual who decided to mate for life. You're both individually seen as a whole and this is why you can share ideas, feelings, intimacy in a perfect understanding and respectful way because you're not dependent on the other to have your own opinion and your own personality and I feel this is the kind of relationship that are very sane to live through.

If you two are apart for an extended period of time, you are still very much capable of yourself, even though you'll miss each other presence. You'll miss the sharing smiles, physical touch, and conversation but you'll function normally and when you reunite, it'll feel all smooth, natural and delightful. (and going feral when you lay together in the nest but shhh)

X = Xtra

Something he absolutely adores is when you share your food with him. Especially if it's something you like to eat, you'll always save a piece of it for him, even if he has his own bowl of food or if you're both out, foraging for fruits, nuts or anything like that, the way you look at him, your hand held out towards him as you offer whatever you have to offer and THE SMILE, soft, almost shy on the edge and inviting. Does he already have blueberries in his bowl? He will give them to Blue Eyes to take the ones you are offering him.

He just loves eating your food.

And basically anything which belongs to you, if you decide on sharing it with him, he's a happy ape and you'll have him huffing blithely because it means you give him permission to be in your personal space on a daily basis and he feels INCLUDED and ACCEPTED and god you sharing your stuff with him leaves him in an enamored state he can't even explain. HE WILL PURR FROM HAPPINESS JUST FOR YOU OKAY.

(maybe it has to do with his childhood when the children wouldn't want to include him in their play times or share their games with him and he was stuck with watching them from afar when all he wanted was to play like a young ape with other young children, don't look at me I'm crying)

Y = Yuck

Not taking others into consideration. Like, I can't explain, this is just it, a huge no for Caesar, really. (it also has to do with his childhood, for real, Caesar was traumatized he just wanted to be INCLUDED and TAKEN INTO ACCOUNT FOR GOD'SAKE he was A BABY APE)

Z = Zzz

I’m sorry but… when he’s deep in sleep, he is gripping your ankle with one of his foot. Like, you literally cannot leave the nest because he holds you tight right there. If you try you’ll end up falling off the nest with your leg still on top of it and you’ll have to use your stomach muscles to get back on, because he'll NOT remove his foot to help you, you wanted to leave? Take responsibility. And no matter the position you’ll sleep in, when he’s fast asleep, he’ll just match the position to be able to grab at your ankle. No hands holding, just ankle/foot holding!

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