#pota fanfiction

[the-monkeies-girl]

Hiii! Fan of your work (especially the Noa fics they are to die for omg). I remember you wrote something about the reader jumping in the river after a fight with Noa cuz chimps can’t swim that deep. It would be cool and funny to see a full on head cannon about that! Looking forward to all ur future works!

I'm giving the people what they want, MOM.

Title: Waterworks. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: K. ( FLUFFY with some good banter from the sunset trio BABY we need more of that. ) Pairing: Noa x Human!Reader. Words: 2.1K+ Summary: Did you know that Chimpanzees cannot swim at depths? Shallow water is good, but due to low-body fat ratio, they'd sink in deeper waters. At least you had that in your mind when you needed to get some space. ●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・

Noa paced relentlessly at the crest shoreline which was lapping white small delectations between the hardened pebbles below. His green eyes were focused on something drifting in the water, falling and rising as the river drove through the landscape with pure determination to make itself known for miles upon miles. Grumbling deep inside of his chest, he shouted nothing of sustenance and still… The floating object did not bend to his will as he so wished it would, instead, it stubbornly stayed where it was with the help of arms, waving up and down against the current as to not be taken downstream.

He hated this - this thing that only you did, knowing to your very core that it was something that sent him flying off the rails of annoyance. Noa hadn’t meant to say what he said when you had asked him his opinion on something. Looking back at it now as he ventured towards the water more fervently on all fours, only wadding until his hands and ankles were encased with water, before drifting back to the sandy embankment, he had no idea what the intended argument was about. For all the male Ape knew, it was nothing truly contentious and he happened to capture you in one of those rare moods where all you wanted to do was pick apart the aspects of his words in search of a fight.

You had only asked his opinion on a necklace that you were working on, a gift for another Ape of the clan who had the courtesy to help you get wood for the fire that was inside of your hut, something Noa often did but he was indisposed the moment you needed it, so you did what you needed to do. He gave his honest opinion. The detailing wasn’t even - that’s all that was said, and in the flurrying of the moment, he recalled you saying a few things, some in defense, some in offense. There may or may not have been some speckling from Noa’s side that just spurred the heated flames.

He brought up this other Ape - rather aggressively making accusations that were simply not true, and even though he knew them to be, he still said them anyway. ‘Maybe you should go show your new friend your… your ugly necklace’ seemed to be the nail in the coffin for you and the piece of jewelry in your hand slammed onto the work bench that you had, your legs rising and trailing off in a blaze. The entire moment left Noa remarkably slack-jawed at your reaction, even more so at the audacity at his words.

Noa was quick to follow you, refusing to yell for you as you made your way through the village and then began stripping yourself of your clothes. His eyes widened at that for a moment, lingering on the delicate nature of your skin and how it shone in the sun, but it was all torn away when you turned to look at him, your eyes so flushed with animosity before you turned back around and dipped into the water, quicker than he had wanted, knowing the water was cold and it probably came as a shock to your bare body. It didn't stop you off though - you proceeded. With each stroke, you were getting more and more out of Noa’s grasp. Unless he wanted to drown himself, there was no way to actually follow you in.

Most of the time, it was easy to brush them off, and you’d apologize to each other for the brief mis-understanding and come to some mutual agreement. That happened approximately 99.9% of the time. The other floating percentage was reserved for these very moments where Noa was left dry, and you were submerged, on your back so even his words couldn’t reach you past the barrier of water around your eardrums. This time seemed to be sparked by unintended jealousy from the Eagle Clan leader, something he ardently tried to deny feeling, but it was ultimately always there, hanging at the back of his head like an arrow had been embedded there.

“You cannot stay out there forever!”

His voice was muffled to your ears as you raised one of your hands in a simple ‘thumbs-up’ action. Noa scoffed at that, narrowing his eyes at the action as he turned towards the trees and then back forward again. He sensed Anaya and Soona before they even made an appearance, their smells eradicating to Noa as he ventured they were going to ask what was happening. Instead of letting the question float around, Noa’s fiery gaze hit Anaya first, “She is… angry! Won’t come out of water,” He growled again, bringing a fist up and then back down on the ground in intense aggravation, “She does this to me! Every time!” A lie, but it was making himself look better in front of his friends.

Anaya’s green and golden eyes caught hold of you in the water, sharing a glance with Soona before they both hooted out a small laugh at Noa’s infuriation. “What… did you say to get so mad?”

Soona floated forward towards the water, feeling it tickle at her knuckles when she called your name.

“No point, Soona, she will not come back,” Noa huffed, “Only when she is ready, not angry at Noa anymore.”

Anaya pressed onwards, “S… Seriously, what did Noa say?” His gaze flittered backwards towards you again, watching as Soona tried to bargain with you, but to no avail and she returned, defeated to stand next to the other two Apes.

Noa hesitated - it was obvious that his words were not appropriate and he acted out in a rage of unfit jealousy. He knew that Anaya and Soona would be able to recognize that and they’d end up on your side. He weighed the discomfort of lying to his friends to the absolute chaos that would ensue if he just told them what happened. Sighing, his shoulders rose and then fell in complete defeat, “Told her… Necklace was ugly.” Soona’s mouth opened at that, Anaya tilting his head, “She asked… my opinion… Told her, it was ugly. Accused her of… liking… Another.”

There was a blanketed silence between the three of them. Anaya, completely flabbergasted at Noa’s ability to say the wrong things at the wrong time, and Soona, shocked, but not as much as Anaya. She moved forward, placing a hand at the back of Noa’s head and for a moment, he thought that she was going to bring him in for a forehead grazing that said ‘I’m on your side’. Instead, all Noa got was Soona digging her fingers into the muscles of Noa’s neck, causing the larger of the two to stagger and hiss out of ache that the action caused.

“You… are so… childish!” She finally spoke, “You would not tell Ape that, why tell Echo?”

Noa grappled, “She… deserves the… truth.” He was brought to his knees by Soona’s grasp getting more aggressive, Anaya cheering her on with his arms and a few wild hoo’s and huffs coming from his mouth at the amusement of the situation.

“Not when it hurts feelings!” Soona snapped at him and released his neck. Noa faltered, falling face down onto the ground below, proceeding to roll onto his back with a groan. “Stupid Noa! Why think she wants another? Are… are you that blind to see?”

“Stupid, stupid.” Anaya responded and looked down at Noa with laughter seeping from every pore. “Now… Echo won’t come out to hear Noa's apology… and Noa has to… beg…”

Anaya fell onto his knees and crawled towards Noa with outstretched hands, “Has to beg forgiveness from Echo. Please,” He wailed his arms rather dramatically. “Forgive Noa, I am… just stupid Ape.” The voice Anaya displayed sounded nothing like Noa, but Soona found it funny and chided out a laugh.

“Will not… help you get her out,” Soona declared, Anaya nodding in agreement, “Your problem, only, Noa. Should know better. How to talk to… females.”

Anaya looked at Soona and then to Noa, “Different, very sensitive.”

Soona gasped at that, smacking Anaya’s arm with her open palm, “What is that… supposed to mean!?”

As another argument took hold between those two, Noa glanced back out at the river and watched as the water flapped against your body, causing small ripples of waves to encase around your extremities.

“(NAME)!” He hadn’t meant for that to be so loud and ripping, cradled around the edges with a primal guttural growl. Even through the thick water, you were able to hear it and it spurred you finally to roll off of your back.

“What?!” finally snapping at him, you kept your balance in the water by the swing of your legs and hands in tandem with the small current.

“Please, come back to shore,” Noa pleaded, though his voice was still carrying moments of irritation, “Cannot come get you if something happens.” Noa always knew what to say to get you to come to him and he just prayed to the highest Elders that his words were enough to get you to consider. “Please.”

“No!” Growling again, he paced towards the water at your response.

“Please?”

“Let me think about that--- No!”

Anaya spoke up, finally tumbling from the heated argument he and Soona were ranting about, “Anaya want to know about this other Ape! Are they… As handsome as Noa? As big? Good provider?”

Groaning, you floated a bit towards them and looked at Soona, the most understanding of the bunch. You were swimming now on your stomach, not wanting to come out due to the pile of your clothing sitting near Noa and the fact that you were otherwise bare in the water and Anaya and Soona would see if you veered towards them on your legs. “I’m not mad about that.”

“Is she…”

“Yes.” Soona confirmed it to Anaya before the question even got out. “Naked.”

His eyebrows raised in mild interest and the daggers that Noa flew his way sent Anaya backwards and pacing towards Soona in some hope that she’d protect him if Noa went for his neck.

“What are you mad at?” Noa inquired, a bit more soft now that he was getting more context into your unfurling anger.

“You called my necklace ugly.”

Noa groaned again, this time a bit more loud and rolled his neck, indicative to you that he was actually rolling his eyes. “That should not matter!”

“Your opinion matters to me!”

Noa fell quiet, almost deathly so as Soona and Anaya looked between you in the water, and Noa on the shore, only drifting into the shallow depths to the point where his forearms and lower legs were drowning. His green eyes, even from the distance you were holding yourself at, were vivid and bright as they bore right into your own. “What?”

“I care more about your opinion,” Now on the verge of tears, you cursed your swinging emotions and sniffled quietly, “You called my work ugly.”

Noa sat - directly into the water below him and just stared at you, the way that the water was hitting your cheeks, the way you were bobbing with buoyancy. He just wanted you to come a little bit closer, wishing desperately at this time that he had a net he could cast and catch you like a fish. Noa tilted his head at that. It would not go well, he imagined, and you would probably get your arms and legs stuck.

His mouth opened but it felt suddenly dry, and drinking the river water would only make it worse, it seemed. The admittance of what he needed to say was not something favorable to say in front of his friends. But, unless he went for it, he was going to spend the rest of the afternoon, and probably part of the evening, waiting for you to come out completely to talk to him.

“I said… that because…” His voice deepened, ratting more with a baritone than you were used to, as if what was about to say was a secret. “I did not want you to… give that other… Ape a gift…” Noa could have sworn he heard Anaya mumble a soft ‘I knew it’ as you tucked close to your mate, still encasing yourself in the water to keep your privacy.

“Why not?”

The sound that ripped out of Noa was nothing less than shocking as he stood on his feet, making a circle around like he was dancing before he quite literally glared down at you. You were doing this on purpose, there was no other reason.

“You know why.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

As the two of you went back and forth, Soona tilted her head towards Anaya, “How long… Do you think they will do this?” Struggling his shoulders, Anaya fell back to sit and pulled Soona down with him to watch the rest of this play out.

“Do not know, but I think Echo will win.” Anaya commented haphazardly.

Soona laughed, “Why is that?”

“Noa is… a push over.”

[mae-is-crazy]

I was wondering if you could do Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes one shot where Mae and Noa are sitting by a fire in a cave, like you know how some movies do like silhouette scenes where the light shines on them but you can only see their silhouettes and they're talking very softly I'm not really sure you can come up with something maybe it's something serious or like something touching or heartwarming. But I always imagine they would be tired and like exhausted or something or emotionally or physically but they're like getting closer to each other I mean they're Bond or something which eventually mae fall asleep on him and he feels all awkward X3

Okay, I'm being so serious right now what I say that I LOVE THIS REQUEST!! So frickin' wholesome and cute. I'm usually one to go into serious and darker content, but I couldn't miss the opportunity to write some fluff. I had a lot of fun writing this. I hope you have just as much fun reading the finished product :) :)

Signs of Constant (Noa/Mae)

Synopsis: A quiet night by the fire leads to sharing the beauties of two different world.

(This story is unedited. Edits will be conducted at a later date).

In the serene warmth of the fire in front of him, Noa observed Mae.

He studied her face like it was the last time he’d see it. And it very well could be; she’d been gone for two springs, off with who he assumed to be a group of intelligent ech- humans- so who knew how long she’d be gone for next time. When Anaya alerted him of her presence, Noa had felt this warm wave in his gut that pushed him to see her without a second thought.  

Through the limited lighting of the dancing flames, Noa took in her every feature.

Noa could see a faint scar on the bottom right side of her chin, one that hadn’t been there the last time she was around. Her hair looked different too. Darker? No, it was just the night. It did look shorter, but only slightly. It was still in that lose braid he last saw her with.

Something that hadn’t changed, however, was her eyes. Even with hues of orange engulfing the small cave the two were huddled in, its raging colors were no match against the cerulean shade in her eyes. Even before the two were formally introduced he’d first noticed the striking color, a color that shood out against the earthy browns and greens of his clan. They somehow seemed to shine brighter on the night.

As if reading his mind, Mae blinked in his direction. She smirked slyly as Noa quickly looked down at his lap. “Gotcha,” she teased lightly.

Noa silently prayed his dark pelt could hide whatever heat was radiating off his face. He turned to look behind him, instead focusing on the massive silhouettes on the rocky backdrop. It was clear enough the height difference between the two, but the fire only made it more obvious- almost monstrous.

An ape and a human. Two different species, two different worlds. Different ways of life and how they think the world should work. And yet they were at peace with one another.  It shouldn’t be possible, and yet here they were, sharing a fire.

Mae follows Noa’s field of sight. She watches the shadows behind them bounce across the rock wall. Noa side eyed her. A smile began creeping upon her face.

“My mom always did this when we had a fire,” Mae explained as eh shuffled herself to turn around, her back facing the fire. “You can tell stories with the fire.”

The put her hands up and together. She stacked her thumbs on top of each other and made a slight cup with her hands. She displayed it in front of the fire, and…

“It’s a bird,” Mae moved her hands in a fluid motion as if the creature was in flight. Noa couldn’t’ hide the amused chortle, only making the girl’s smirk grow into a toothy smile. Noa could feel a quickening sensation in his heart. Her eyes seemed to shine brighter through her smile- brighter than the flames in the pitch black night- because of her smile.

Mae changed her hands to form a new shape. This beast had a snout similar to that of a boar, but without jagged teeth or short, flappy ears- whereas this thing’s ears stood at attention. “It’s a dog.”

Noa gave her a confused glance. Mae put her hands down immediately after.

“The hands… are like sign.”

“I don’t know sign.”

Noa twisted his whole body to fully face Mae and she silently did the same. He put up one hand and took a deep breath before slowly twisting his fingers into different shapes. He’d tuck a finger into his parm or point to the side. He took a moment before moving onto each letter to let Mae absorb what she was seeing.

“Fire,” he whispered. Mae looked at her own hand. She glanced up at Noa’s hand and back down at hers before trying for herself. Noa watched the girl tale her time forming each character. When she’d make a mistake, he repeated the sign until she’d get it right.

Noa released a breath he didn’t know he was holding. He softly smirked. There was so much to learn from one another. So much to teach as well, it seemed.

Mae looked outside past the fire. The only thing visible in the dead of night was the celestial body of stars. It was a constant in this rapidly changing world. Noa found reassurance that, no matter what happened, he could as least look up each night and find that the stars hadn’t left him.

Noa signed without looking away from the girl. “Stars,” he murmured. She followed quickly in suit and mirrored his gestured. “Stars,” she mimicked quietly.

The ape nodded in approval. He raised his hand one more time, this time spelling out each word as he shaped it.

He tucked his thumb between his pinkie and ring finger. “M.”

Made a fist but being sure to keep his thumb exposed. “A.”

Noa’s fingers touched each other tightly and sat atop his thumb.

Mae beat him to finish the word.

“E.”

The two watched one another carefully. The silence that once brought Noa comfort now made him feel awkward, almost uneasy. Whereas Noa would stare at Mae, it seemed that she was doing it to him- thinking to herself, forming possible judgments. What did she see that he couldn’t?

The intensity in her glare suddenly shifted and her she relaxed her shoulders. Mae squeezed her eyes shut and dipped her head. She stretched out her arms and yawned. Before Noa could register what was happening, Mae leaned closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder.

Noa stiffened like a board. He heard his breath and eyed the fragile girl (though she was far from fragile outside of the physical scene). The fire was beginning to die down. Even so, Mae still did not shiver against Noa’s body.

He waited a minute, two, ten before settling on the idea that she’d fallen asleep. He tilted his head to catch a glimpse of her peacefully slumbering form.  The young ape felt truly honored to feel trusted with this precious girl’s life in such a vulnerable state.

Noa was just about to allow himself sleep when he heard a tiny voice against him:

“Tomorrow, I want you to each me your name.”

[pink-writer-girl]

Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Rise of the Planet of the Apes (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Caesar/Cornelia (Planet of the Apes), Luca (Planet of the Apes)/Original Female Character(s), Blue Eyes/Lake (Planet of the Apes), Ellie/Malcolm (Planet of the Apes), Caroline Aranha/Will Rodman Characters: Caesar (Planet of the Apes), Koba (Planet of the Apes), Blue Eyes (Planet of the Apes), Cornelia (Planet of the Apes), Lake (Planet of the Apes), Original Female Character(s), Original Characters, Luca (Planet of the Apes), Maurice (Planet of the Apes), Rocket (Planet of the Apes), Red (Planet of the Apes), Stone (Planet of the Apes), Will Rodman Additional Tags: Movie: Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014), Movie: War of the Planet of the Apes (2017), Simian Flu (Planet of the Apes), Pre-Movie: Dawn of the Planet of the Apes (2014), Original Female Character(s) - Freeform, Strong Female Characters, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Civil War, Betrayal, Presumed Dead, Interspecies Relationship(s), Slow Burn, Survivor Guilt, Guilt, Past Torture, Love/Hate, Platonic Female/Male Relationships, Family Issues, Adopted Sibling Relationship, Past Sexual Assault, Apes & Monkeys, War, Murder, Suicide Attempt, Attempted Murder, Mutation, Dark Past, Past Relationship(s), Flashbacks, Forbidden Love, Forgiveness, Friends to Lovers, Insanity, Terminal Illnesses, Scars, Bigotry & Prejudice, Blood and Torture, Violence, Loss, Loss of Parent(s) Series: Part 4 of What Makes a Savage? Summary:

My father once said I had wolf-like eyes. He believed I could see into someone's soul, and that I had both fierceness and loyalty, even though I didn't fully understand what he meant.

Each side has continuously employed, exploited, and annihilated the other...the cycle of animosity endures through successive generations...we are too consumed to enact transformation...in the past, I held a naive belief...I thought change was possible...thus, would you be open to listening to my account?...his story?

The actions taken by Koba resulted in the escalation of armed conflict and the subsequent deployment of soldiers. On both sides, civil wars emerge and result in a realignment of loyalties. I didn't aspire to be part of it. The emergence of monsters within us is a consequence of hatred and fear, surpassing the contagiousness of any virus, ultimately leading to a self-destructive epidemic that engulfs us entirely. Koba lingered….in multiple aspects. Deep inside, I knew I couldn't avoid him forever. He was my brother….

[tellerficraz]

We don't deserve such magnificence

[noamaelvr]

When i used to look into his eyes it was like staring back at two giant green emeralds, like fresh leaves in the springtime. The color is so captivating, it's as if nature itself has painted a masterpiece within his gaze. Those green eyes hold a gentle warmth, a sense of kindness and understanding. They always gave me comfort, made me feel some sort of connection..

I've decided to start writing my own NoaMae fanfic !!

Rewrite the stars - NoaMae༄*ੈ✩ by noamaelvr on Wattpad !

Edit: Chapter 3 has been released !

[ohwaitimthewriter]

The Memory Keeper

Chapter 1 : List.

Pairing : Noa x human reader

Warning : A bit of mourning. Otherwise, all clear for this one!

Summarize (please I'm so bad at writing these!): A woman, allowed to live as long as the virus keeps running through her body, living on autopilot for 260 years, is going to see her life takes a new turn, finding hope in something that might come to put an end to her wandering.

Words : 3.2k

A/N : It has been a long time since I've written something and it feels pretty good to get back at it with this story! I hope you'll like it and do not hesitate to share your thoughts or like/reblog, it's always appreciated! As English isn't my native language, I'm sorry if you find mistakes or weird wording in there, let me know if you find some and I'll be glad to correct them!

Enjoy your reading 😊

The Memory Keeper masterlist.

It wasn't going to be a difficult day. The list was ready, the tasks the same as the day before and the day after. You had to go to the river: catch a fish, fill the flasks with fresh water, bathe… You had to get on your horse and on the way back, stop at the 16th tree on the right, get off, walk 30 steps and fill the bag with blackberries. You had to avoid the brambles and avoid tripping over the prominent root. Get back on the horse and ride home.

Prepare the fish: remove the head and tail, the skin, gut it and remove the bones, light a fire to cook it. Yes, evolution had done many things, but it must have missed the episode where it was necessary to improve the human digestive system. So the fish still had to be cooked.

The garden had to be tended. Over the years, it had evolved too. It had been a long time in the making. A vegetable garden, tomatoes, green beans and, you couldn't quite remember how, artichokes had found their place too. An apple tree was easy to grow. It took time, but it was easy. And then there was this little gem you'd stumbled upon one day: a rosebush. It was an important one. You had to take care of it too.

You always had to do something.

Your hands knew what to do and how to do it. Your legs took you where you needed to go, and at that particular moment, they had led you to your horse. You had to remove his saddle and bridle, check his hooves and remove any stones that might have got stuck on them. Run your hand over his belly to loosen the skin compressed by the girth. And don't forget to give him a drink. When it came to eating, he found everything on his own, except perhaps an apple, which you gave him from time to time to thank him for his help. He knew how to ask, too. In fact, he huffed and gave you a nudge.

Okay, an apple.

He followed you to the apple tree and you climbed onto his back. You could reach the branches, but it was always difficult to keep your balance. Especially when your right hip wasn't working properly. And you sighed. It really wasn't convenient.

You had to go on with the list, what was next?

“ Hearing my voice at least once and speaking so I don't forget.”

This was important. You had to remember how to speak. The world had forgotten, but you must not. You had no right to forget.

“Say something new.”

And you looked around.

“It's cloudy today.”

Which meant rain wasn't far off. Your horse was now grazing beside you.

“You should take shelter.”

You smile, you'd said one more sentence today. Your horse's ears twitched as if to say “I do what I want” and you shrugged. After all, he was the one to decide. But you didn't want to get wet in the rain. You patted his neck and went off to find shelter in your wooden hut.

You've lived here for a long time. A very long time. So long that you no longer needed a torch to light up the big room when night fell or when the clouds darkened the place. You knew exactly where the shaky table was, the armchair with its deformed, hollowed-out seat and even the little plastic pot you kept forgetting to put back on the table to avoid getting your feet caught in it. And despite the years, you never tripped over it.

You were right to come home. You'd just had time to put the water flasks and the cooked fish on the table when a torrent of water hit the floor. The end of the list would have to wait. The timing was perfect, as your stomach signaled that it was time to fill up, and the smell of the wood-fired fish made your mouth water.

Settling back in your armchair, you ate the fish, watching the rain fall against the hut's only window. Eating with your hands was no longer as disturbing as it had been at first. There were a lot of memories that had slipped away over time, but you almost smiled when you thought back to the embarrassment you'd felt the first time you'd had to eat like that. If you'd known back then where you'd end up…

A sigh.

Drops tumbled against the window and some seemed to challenge themselves to get to the bottom first. They were following the path traced by others before them, but obviously not all roads were good ones to take. Some raindrops went straight down, others tried to cut off their opponents' path, and still others weaved in and out to create their own path. Then a raindrop caught your eye. It seemed the most likely to win the mad race. It glided and slalomed proudly until it landed delicately on your windowsill, blending in with its sisters who had landed there before it.

You turned your eyes to the last piece of fish, which you brought to your mouth.

You took one last look out the window, and that's when you caught sight of it.

A shadow.

A shadow had just moved past your window. The rain kept on pounding against it and you could see the trees in the distance stirring in the wind, and you were sure you saw the shadow moving, quickly to the right, but the shadow was gone. There were only raindrops, only the wind, and you could even hear the dull roar of an incipient thunderstorm.

A deep breath. You had to.

Then a sigh.

The rain and wind must have played a trick on you. If the storm picked up, you definitely wouldn't be able to finish your outdoor to-do list. But that didn't matter, there was still plenty to do inside.

First you had to tidy up. Keeping the interior clean and tidy was important, so you couldn't leave the water bottles on the table. You grabbed them and stepped over the little plastic pot that stood between the table and what you could call a kitchen. At least, that's what you would have called this part of the hut back in the day, because there was only a broken sink and a cupboard without a door. You passed the front door and it rattled against the latch in the wind. You had managed to install a branch across the door, allowing you to keep it closed in bad weather. However, as it didn't close very well, the wind always managed to rattle it between the branch and the latch. But you got used to the noise. So you walked past the shaky door to put the water bottles in the cupboard, and when you heard a suspicious rustling sound, you jumped, staring at the door.

You frowned at the unusual sound. You had been holding your breath, but the wind suddenly whistled through the doorframe, which was sorely lacking in hermetic seals. So you breathed out, taking a calmer breath. The wind. Mother Nature was definitely testing your nerves tonight.

Well, you still had to change your clothes. Night was coming on and you couldn't possibly sleep in your day clothes. You stepped over the little plastic pot again and made your way to the wooden chest beside the fireplace to find a t-shirt and a pair of jogging shorts with a hole in the left knee. Maybe one day you'd find a stray piece of fabric while walking through the forest, so you could mend it. But you hadn't yet got to the list asking you to explore the surrounding area.

There were 7 lists divided into 4 sections, themselves arranged in 12 categories. It was your way of keeping track of time. You no longer counted the days, let alone the years; you'd long since lost the very notion of time. But to grow crops, harvest the fruits of the forest and simply follow nature's millimetric events and be able to anticipate them, you needed a reference point. The lists, though mostly identical, were that reference point. Hanging on the wall with pieces of wood you'd carved yourself, they determined your days and the things you had to do.

You didn't really know when or how you'd started making these lists. But judging by the ink, half washed away by the years - some of the lists had even gone back to being blank - it must have been a long time ago.

You put the current day's list back in its place. Tomorrow, you'd have to complete it while carrying out the next one. But there was one more thing you needed to do indoors before settling into your armchair for the night. One last important thing.

From the chest, you took out a picture frame. The corners were worn, the wood had crumbled and you had to handle it carefully to avoid getting splinters in your hands. You set the frame down on the floor by the fireplace, knelt in front of it and reached into the jar on your right to pick a rose petal, which you placed carefully in the right-hand corner of the frame.

You struggled to swallow.

That's where it always got complicated.

Once again, you reached into the jar and pulled out 7 petals. You always needed 7 petals. You placed 6 of them in a circle on the dry twigs in the fireplace and began humming a song whose words you'd long since forgotten. But you remembered the feeling. You felt a lump in your throat, and you often wondered how you managed to keep the song going.

You hummed, and on the last petal, with the help of a needle, you delicately traced his initials. You had to be careful not to press too hard, you shouldn't pierce the petal, just brush against it enough to see, if you concentrated hard enough, the outline of the letter you were drawing. You also had to blink a few times to see clearly what you were doing. It was important to get it right. Once you'd written the letter on the petal, you laid it at the center of the circle.

It was always at this moment that your hands shook. You needed a moment. Just a bit of time.

You had to wipe your hands over your eyes, the most important thing was to handle the two flints on the floor with care. Your hands had to be steady, not shaking. You interrupted the song to get your breathing under control.

Inhale.

Breathe out.

Grab the flints.

Inhale.

Exhale.

A sharp stroke.

The clatter of the stone threw sparks onto the pile of twigs and a flame sprang up. You started humming again as the fire slowly consumed the wood until it reached the petals of the circle.

A tear.

The fire continued to progress and you stared desperately at the petal in the center, quickly ridding yourself of the tears that were blurring your vision. The flame touched the edge of the petal and you watched the letter “C” burn away and disappear into the ashes.

The flame faded as the twigs gradually disappeared and, once gone, you slipped the petal on the frame back into its jar.

Now you had to put the frame away. Your fingers brushed the edge of the picture inside of it. Despite the years, you had managed, by some miracle, to keep the photograph almost undamaged. At least, sufficiently intact that you could still distinguish the shape of an ape in the center of the picture, despite the cracks.

He was a force of nature. You had taken this photo on a December day, you still knew because you could still discern the white flakes clinging to his dark fur. Back then, you loved taking pictures.

What did they call you again?

The memory keeper.

Even after all this time, it still made you smile. You gently squeezed the frame between your fingers, keeping it balanced on the knees you'd just tucked in towards you. This way, he was a little closer to you.

You made an extra effort to remember the day. He was standing high enough to see everyone around him. He must have been talking about something important; he always had that powerful, soul-piercing stare when he was saying something important. But he always looked…

“Grumpy.”

You concluded your thought in a whisper that knotted your throat. Grumpy. You almost expected to hear him growl, his ego bruised, every time you reminded him that he was sometimes a little too grumpy. “Grumpy because a lot on my shoulders,” he'd snap back at you. “No, grumpy because you're old” you'd always reply, your eyes always playful. And you were the only one who could say such a thing, with the only result being an amused snore coming from him.

And you felt yourself take a deep breath. Of all the pictures you'd taken, this was the last one you had left. You had to put the frame back in the chest, so your fingers tightened even more around the wood. Your head tilted slightly forward, closing your eyes as the wood touched your forehead.

Tonight was difficult.

You took another deep breath, and before the knot in your throat hurt too much, you straightened up and went to put the frame in the chest.

“Caesar, tonight is really difficult,” you whispered, watching the shadow of the lid close over the frame.

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It had been a restless night. When your eyes opened the next morning, they felt heavy and swollen, and you found yourself rubbing your eyes to try and make the heaviness go away.

Today, there was much to do. After changing from your night clothes to your day ones, you removed the branch blocking the door and let the sun shine in, warming your skin. The fresh early-morning air caressed your skin and you took a few seconds to smell the distinctive light scent that follows a thunderstorm.

No sooner had you taken a few steps forward than your feet bumped into something hard, causing you to lose your balance. In a fraction of a second, you found yourself on your butt on the ground, a stabbing pain in your right hip that had failed to move to stop you from falling.

“Ouch!” was the only thing that slipped out of your mouth.

You straightened up slightly, remaining seated in the grass, to see what had caused your fall and a pile of apples laid exactly under the wobbly small porch that covered your front door.

God, what a dummy not to have put that away last night. You thought to yourself, looking down at your hands full of dirt. You'd have to go to the river to clean it up, and now you'd just have to take your night clothes with you because you'd also have to wash the ones you were wearing-the mud from the storm must have dirtied your current clothes.

A pile of apples. You thought as you rubbed your hands together.

A pile of apples. You glanced at your right hip. Pfft, if you'd made Caesar break it to put it back in its place, you'd never have fallen today. In fact, you'd have avoided more than one fall.

All because of a misplaced pile of apples.

A pile of misplaced apples.

And like a light bulb switching on, your gaze suddenly fell on those apples that actually had nothing to do there. You hadn't gathered them the day before.

Then you heard it. A muffled purr came gently from behind you. Surely you should have turned around, stood up and dealt with it, but you'd found yourself rooted to the spot, eyes glued to those apples, waiting as an orangutan appeared in your field of vision.

And you refused to look at him, your hands balled into fists to keep them from shaking. You weren't afraid. No. But for some obscure reason, your brain had simply decided to freeze.

The orangutan once again let out a rumble, softer this time, and held out his hand to you.

“I'll help.”

His voice made you blink several times. You did your best to snap out of your stupor, but this time your eyes agreed to look at him, and the orangutan seemed delighted.

Just one more moment. It took another second, just one, to see your hand slip into his and before you knew it, you were back on your feet.

“Raka, we must go.”

The second voice surprised you a little. It sounded familiar and your eyes fell on a chimpanzee, a little further away, who had just finished saddling a horse. You frowned, your horse? You were trying to determine whether it was really yours, but the distance didn't allow you to be sure. There was only one way to find out.

So you whistled.

The horse shook its head and the chimpanzee didn't have time to grab the reins before your horse galloped off to meet you. They were going to take your horse… in exchange for a stack of apples?

You grabbed the reins and stroked the horse's neck as he snorted. He chewed the bit and blew heavily through his nostrils.

For a fraction of a second, you forgot about the two large apes who, from the sounds they were making, weren't particularly happy to have lost a chance of obtaining a second means of locomotion: in your peripheral vision, you could see another horse quietly grazing.

Your hands still knew what to do, and it didn't take you long to remove the bridle and bit from your horse's mouth.

“He doesn't like it.” you said simply.

And only silence answered you, so you showed the bridle to the two apes.

“The bit, he doesn't like it, he's not used to it.”

Your answer didn't seem to convince them. They stared at you, dumbstruck, and if you paid close enough attention, you could almost see their mouths hanging wide open. And that left you bewildered. What didn't they understand? You'd heard them talking, so that certainly wasn't the problem.

“You can't take my horse.” You went on, starting to remove the saddle.

It was becoming increasingly obvious that they were staring at you as if you'd just landed from the sky.

“If you want a horse, there's a wild herd to the south, past the river.” And you pointed in the right direction.

They remained silent as tombs, but the chimpanzee followed the direction you pointed with his eyes.

“Just be careful, the group's stallion isn't very friendly.” You thought it important to tell him.

Your gaze fell back on them and the orangutan, Raka, if you'd heard correctly, hadn't moved a muscle. The chimpanzee, on the other hand, was staring at you thoughtfully, as if he was trying to put together a puzzle with a missing piece. He then moved towards you inquisitively, perhaps, confused?

“Echo, speak?”

It was certainly the most surprising sentence you'd ever heard in your life.

[cursedvida]

Clean Sky || Noa x Mae

Authors note: just a little oneshoot of this couple bc they inspired me so much. Not warnings, just Noa having a meltdown. English isn't my first language so i'm sorry in advance lol.

Humans were nothing more than echoes of a world that existed far from his own, outside the comfort of his village, and they had never sparked even the slightest curiosity in him. He knew they were wild, irrational beings, sometimes stealing ape's food if they weren't careful enough. Scavengers like any other animals, nothing out of the ordinary. Noa had never seen one in person, but he hadn't had any particular interest in doing so either.

Ironically, now he can't stop thinking about them.

Specifically, about her.

He often wonders what became of the human girl. Echo, Nova, Mae. As many names as faces, as many facets as secrets she holds. During the arduous mornings of work trying to rebuild the village, the young ape finds himself surprised more times than he'd like, thinking about how that skinny-legged, weak-armed human must be wandering alone in such a hostile world. Humans are quick and agile, but also fragile and delicate. During their time traveling together, Noa often felt that, if he wanted to, he could easily break her in two. If he had embraced her with the same fervor with which he pounced on Soona or Anaya, he probably would have broken her a bone. But then he reminds himself that it makes no sense to consider such a thing, because he would never have embraced a human, nor would he do so now.

Days pass and life in the village returns to normalcy, the routines that once brought him joy now become monotonous and bland, as if something inside him tells him that this is not where he should be. There is something within him, an inexplicable urge that pushes him to go beyond what he has always known. Perhaps it's because he hasn't completely shaken off the anxious anguish he felt watching his entire clan disappear, or it may be because of the infinite enormity of the world beyond the walls of his home he experienced during his travel. But at some moments, he realizes that maybe it's all because of the stars that, every night, remind him of the universe he saw through that human machine and that Mae seemed to long for as much as he did.

On clear nights, Noa can't help but wonder if the human is seeing the same sky as him, if the stars shining so brightly from his village are the same ones she can see. He never got to know much about her, and the little she wanted to reveal was probably lies, but there was something in her eyes the last time they met, a certain melancholic sparkle that has stuck inside him like a huge thorn he's unable to remove. He doesn't quite understand why the image of the girl's moist eyes comes to mind every time he closes his eyes on nights illuminated by the headlights of the universe, but every time he recalls her face, he feels a current that urges him to run away from there as fast as possible, leaving him utterly terrified.

He had never been interested in leaving his village or living away from his clan. His mother, his friends and the people he grew up with mean everything to him, and yet suddenly he remembers that human hands are terribly similar to his own, only much smaller, with fingers so delicate they almost resemble brittle branches. He had touched Mae's hand a couple of times, unintentionally, feeling skin devoid of calluses or roughness, smooth and soft skin that made him wonder how it could resemble him so much and yet be so terribly different.

[blogthebooklover]

Smite The Wicked/Into The Sunlight

Author's Note: This one shot is based on Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame. This is almost 7 pages long on my Google Doc, lol. I do have a fan art WIP of this scene, be on the lookout for that soon. This is also available on Wattpad and FFN. I do not own Planet of the Apes, or The Hunchback of Notre Dame.

Noa burst through the door, smiling widely and feeling ecstatic, “We did it!  We beat them back, Mae!  Come, come, come and see.”  He was about to leave to see the victories again, and briefly turned his head to look over his shoulder.  Mae was lying unconscious on a bed, in a small dark room and she wasn’t moving.  Noa went down on all fours and hopped over to check on her.  “Mae, you are safe…now,” he said, nudging her arm carefully.  The female human still did not move.  Noa placed his hand on her forehead, and then stroked her temple with the backs of his fingers.  She felt cold to the touch, like from being outside too long in the winter or during a rainstorm in the spring and summer.

“Mae?” he asked softly, and then his golden jade eyes widened slightly, “oh no.”

The young chimp grabbed his canteen of water nestled along his hip, cradled the human’s head in his other hand, and brought it to her lips.  The water dripped down the sides of her mouth and cheeks.  Noa’s eyes widened this time in fear and shock.  He dropped his canteen, not caring about it spilling onto the floor and soaking into his fur.  “Oh n-no…,” he whispered, taking hold of her small hand in his, squeezing it as gently as he could.  

He felt tears well up in his eyes, as he gently wrapped the human female in his arms.  Burying his face in her neck, he let out soft sobs, his shoulders bobbing as he tried to hold back from sobbing and hooting too loudly.  

Behind him in the doorway, Anaya, Soona and his mother Dar glanced in when he entered to tell Mae the news.  They saw Noa bring his canteen up to Mae’s lips for some water, only for her not to take it at all.  The three apes glanced at each other in concern and sadness for the young ape and his human friend.  Soona embraced Dar, burying her head in the older ape’s shoulder.  Dar gently stroked the younger female’s head, keeping an eye on her son and feeling tears well in her own brown orbs.  Anaya reached out to pull the door shut to give Noa some privacy, and a chance to say goodbye to the Echo.

Noa cradled Mae’s unconscious body in his arms, gently stroking her cheek with the backs of his fingers.  He had placed her head against his shoulder, gently brushing away strands of her hair from her face.  The young ape bit his bottom lip, as he tried his best not to hoot in sadness.  Noa was too far gone into his mourning to take notice of the door opening again.  Or the heavy footsteps coming up behind him.  He then felt someone’s hand on his shoulder, looming over him and his friend.

“Is she dead?” asked Proximus Caesar darkly.

“Because of you,” Noa accused weakly.  

“It was… my duty for…apes.”

“Duty?!  For apes?! ”

“In the name of Caesar,” the bonobo king huffed, “to keep apes strong.”  Noa shot the barest, most hurtful and hateful of glances over his shoulder at the bonobo.  “The true Caesar…wanted to live…in harmony with… humans,” the young ape argued weakly, putting an emphasis on the word true.  Proximus sighed audibly through his nostrils, before growling slowly, “I am the true Caesar.  My words…the apes follow.”

The bonobo king turned away from Noa, releasing the younger ape’s shoulder.  “Now, we are rid of the human girl.  We will find more…and make them…our slaves.  Better yet…we will kill them all…and this world will be ours.”

Noa had placed Mae back down on the bed, and laid her hands on top of each other over her stomach, and lightly patted them before standing up to face the bonobo.  “Kill…all humans?!  Caesar cared for humans…as well as apes.  And…there can be no world…without humans…without her,” the young ape interjected defeatedly, gesturing to the human girl behind him.  “Mae…made her choice…Noa,” Proximus said, glancing over his shoulder at the chimpanzee, “she died for humans…and humans are always selfish.  They do not…know how to…love.”

“‘Humans… do not know…how to love?’” Noa repeated before challenging Proximus, feeling his hackles rising along his neck and shoulders “and what…do you know of love?  Who do you love?!”  He suspected his golden jade eyes were wild with grief and anger, because he noticed the bonobo’s own brown eyes widened slightly and inhaled sharply.

“I…I love my kingdom,” Proximus for once in his life, stumbled on his words, “I tried to make you understand, Noa.  That humans are…wicked and weak.  To teach you…the ways of Caesar.  But I was wrong…you are also…weak.”  Noa curled his fingers into fists, and gave the bonobo the most deathly glare he could muster.  “No…you are the weak one…  You are the wicked one…  ‘And the wicked shall not go unpunished!’”  The young ape repeating the words the bonobo used during one of his speeches.  

Proximus snarled at Noa before lunging forward to grab the chimp.  Noa was two steps ahead of him, bending at the waist and tackling the bonobo right through the open door.  The chimpanzee banged his fists into the bonobo’s face and chest, screeching so loud it rang through the air.  He simply did not care anymore, now that Mae laid dead in the room behind him.  

Proximus grunted as he kneed Noa in the abdomen and pushed him off.  The bonobo beat the younger one in the face and chest.  The chimp could feel blood, he couldn’t tell if it was his own or the older ape’s.  Noa grabbed Proximus by his shoulders, and headbutted the bonobo as hard as he could.

He stumbled off of the chimp, and Noa crawled away from the false king.  The young ape felt a hand wrap around his ankle, dragging him back to the bonobo.  Noa kicked Proximus in the face with his other foot, causing the bonobo to release his ankle.  The force from the kick was enough for the older ape to knock against the metal railing of the ship.  Proximus became disoriented when his head banged against it.

X.X.X.X.X.X.

Back in the small room, Mae stirred awake, blinking rapidly for her eyes to adjust in the forthcoming dawn.  She brought a hand to her face and head, checking for any signs of injury.  She turned her head to survey her surroundings, the young woman was in a small room and was lying down on a cot with a worn blanket underneath her.  There was a door to her right, and she could hear the sounds of apes fighting each other.  She gasped softly when she heard Noa screech in pain, and the other ape he was fighting was Proximus Caesar.  Mae heard the older ape’s head bang against the metal railing, and Noa coming into view in the doorway.

She called out weakly, reaching out for him, “Noa!”

The young chimp turned his head, his golden jade eyes glistened in surprise and unshed tears of happiness at her.  He hopped over to her on all fours, and crouched in front of her.  “Mae,” he exhaled, grabbing her outstretched hand and feeling relief that she was alive.  He gently picked her up in his strong arms, and she wrapped her own around his neck.  

As quickly as he could, Noa carried Mae out of the room and ventured further into the ship to find a place to hide.  Eventually, the chimp placed the girl onto his back, and climbed up into the rafters.  From their hiding spot, Noa could see Proximus had come out of his disoriented state and was searching for them.  The bonobo growled in frustration, sniffing the air for their scents, but the salt from the ocean was too thick to trace them.  The chimp stiffened when he noticed Proximus was right under them now.  He felt Mae tightened her grip slightly around his neck and chest.  

Then the bonobo glanced above into the rafters.

“Going somewhere?” he snarled in wicked delight, before ascending up to where they were.

           Noa told the girl to hang on as he climbed further away from the approaching bonobo.  The chimp swung from rafter to rafter, he felt Mae hold on as tightly as she could on his back.  They could hear Proximus along the rusted metal, prompting Noa to climb faster.  He could feel Mae losing her grip around his torso.  He had to hurry to find a safe place for them.  The young chimp found an opening to the deck of the ship, swung from a metal rafter, and pulled himself and Mae through it.

Mae let go of the ape at once, when she was safely on the deck.  He was about to join her when something grabbed him by the ankle, his eyes widening in surprise.  He was pulled back down into the opening, releasing a screech of fear as he disappeared.  “NOA!” Mae screamed, reaching out for his hand through the opening.

X.X.X.X.X.X.

Proximus threw Noa onto a rafter, the younger ape hitting his head against it.  The bonobo placed his foot on the chimp’s chest, slowly pressing down as he sneered, “I thought… you were like me, Noa.  I was wrong…”  Proximus leaned down further, pressing even more into Noa’s chest, causing the chimp to choke.  The young chimp could feel himself becoming lightheaded.

“Your heart is too…human!”

Noa growled at the bonobo, grabbing onto his ankle and using whatever strength he had left, pulled the older ape’s foot off his chest and tossed him to the side.  The bonobo grunted in pain when he hit the metal wall of the ship.  The young chimp pushed himself up, looking around for the way he took to get to the opening.  Proximus struggled to get up, feeling disoriented from the force.  The older ape pushed himself up, only to slip on a wet patch of dirt and grime on the rusted metal.

Proximus grabbed hold of the edge of the rafter, hanging on with whatever strength he had left.  The bonobo growled in frustration as he contemplated a way to get to the younger ape, and finish him off once and for all.  There was a loud creak in the metal, the wet spot had created an indentation in the rafter and then it snapped in half.  Proximus hooted loudly in fear as his half broke off and dangled in the air.  The bonobo screeched out for Noa to help him.

The young chimpanzee was halfway near the opening to the deck, when Proximus had called out to him.  The bonobo was dangling from half of the rusted rafter of the ship.  Noa dared to briefly look down at the bottom of the ship’s interior.  It was a very large and long fall from where he was, and where Proximus Caesar was still hanging on to the metal half.  The chimp made eye contact with the bonobo, the older ape reaching out his hand in desperation.

Noa growled in frustration at this predicament.  From the opening to the deck, he could hear Mae yell out for him.  He turned his head to look at her, the human female was halfway through the opening and reaching out her hand to his.  The chimpanzee gritted his front teeth together, contemplating whether to help Proximus, or grab the human female’s hand to safety.

There was another creak in the metal, and Noa quickly turned his head toward the sound.  The rafter half where Proximus was dangling from had moved again, this time away from the other side of the ship.  The bonobo screamed out for Noa to help him again, reaching out his elongated arm to the chimp.  The younger ape knew it was useless to do so from the far distance between them.

Noa could only think of one thing to say to the disgraced king.

“I agree with you…on one thing.  My heart is too human…”

X.X.X.X.X.X.

The bonobo roared at him as the rafter broke completely off, and the reverberation from the metal caused the older ape to let go.  Proximus fell into the recesses of the ship, with the rafter following after.  Noa could hear both the older ape hitting the bottom and the metal rafter falling on top of him.  The chimpanzee winced at the sound as it echoed throughout the ship.

Noa closed his eyes briefly, he didn’t know if it was a moment of silence for the bonobo, or utter shock from such a gruesome way to die.  He inhaled sharply through his nostrils before ascending upward to the human female reaching out to him.  The young chimp clasped his large hand as gently as he could around Mae’s much smaller hand.  She had some help from Anaya and Soona as all three of them pulled him through the opening.  The two chimpanzees embraced him tightly, hooting in happiness that their childhood friend was safe.  They touched their foreheads with each other, huffing lightly with joy as Dar approached as well to wrap her son in his arms.  He touched his forehead with his mother, feeling grateful that his friends and family were safe.

Noa turned his attention to Mae after his mother released him from her embrace.  The human female stood there shyly, her gaze not quite looking at him as he approached her.  

It was Mae who eventually stepped forward and wrapped her small arms around his neck.  The young chimp was shocked at first that it was the human who initiated this intimate gesture.  He slowly wrapped his arms around her, one around her back and the other stroking her hair gently.  He felt her small hand grasp the fur along his shoulders, burying her face in the crook of his neck.  She felt so small in his strong arms, he suspected she felt perfectly comfortable at the same time.  Noa would keep that thought and feeling to himself.

She pulled back to look into his golden jade eyes.  The human female had a small smile on her lips, and he returned it in kind.  

He felt a hand on his shoulder, turning his head slightly to his left, he noticed it was his mother with Soona and Anaya next to her.  The older female chimp gently took his hand and Mae’s into her own, and placed them on top of each other before placing hers on top of their entwined hands.  

Then Anaya placed his own hand on top of Dar’s and then Soona.  “Together strong,” Dar said softly.  Noa noticed the tears streaming down Mae’s cheeks.

He raised his free hand to her cheek, and gently wiped away her tears with the backs of his fingers.  That small smile from earlier was still on both of their faces.

X.X.X.X.X.X.

The four apes and the human female joined the rest of the Eagle clan in the courtyard of Proximus’s domain.  Anaya surged forward, hooting in delight and encouraging the others to join him.  Dar and Soona stayed behind with Noa, taking in the celebration going on around them.  Noa looked around for Mae, until he glanced over his shoulder behind him.  

She was standing in the shadows of the rusted ship, her right hand grasping her left forearm and looking away at something in the distance.  The young chimp huffed lightly before nodding to himself, and slowly approached the young human.  

 He reached out his hand to her, offering her a small smile.  Mae glanced down at his large hand before meeting his golden jade eyes.

He nodded slowly, silently telling her it was all right.  She placed her hand into his, and he pulled her into the light of the day.

Noa led the human female over to his mother, Anaya and Soona, and turned to the remaining Eagle clan.  The rest of the clan stood there silently in the courtyard, staring at the human female next to their new leader.  

Mae glanced around at the Eagle Clan, her grip on Noa’s hand tightening slightly in anxiety.  She could feel all eyes on her, some of the apes closest to the quintet had sniffed in the air around her.  She couldn’t tell if they were scenting her as a friend, or sniffing in utter disgust as a foe.

Then, a young female child ape approached her slowly.

The child ape glanced back briefly at her mother, the older female raising her hand in a way of saying it was okay.  The little ape turned back and came to a stop in front of Mae.

The child ape blinked slowly, moving her head up and down taking in the human’s appearance.  Mae let go of Noa’s hand when she crouched down to the child’s level.  

The little ape cocked her head to the side in curiosity, hooting lowly under her breath.  Then, the child reached forward and brushed the backs of her fingers against Mae’s smooth cheek.  The human gasped softly at the contact, before giving in and slowly embracing the little ape.  The little ape placed her forehead against Mae’s, accepting the human entirely.  Mae felt fresh tears stream down her face in joy.

A few more child apes approached Mae, cautious at first, and then began touching her hair and clothes in curiosity and wonder.  The human smiled at the ape children around her.

One of the child apes grabbed Mae’s hand, and began leading her into the crowd of the Eagle clan.  The other apes lightly brushed their knuckles against the human’s clothes and arms as she passed them.

Noa looked on proudly as Mae traversed through the Eagle clan, his people accepting the human as one of their own.

[reddesires]

Flustered. [Noa x Human!Reader]

Pairing: Noa x Human! Reader

Summary: Noa accidentally comes across you during your private bathing time, very much embarrassing on both parts.

Fandom: (Kingdom Of The) Plant Of The Apes

Rating: Fluff (nothing too cringe worthy)

A/N: Hopefully, more inspiration comes to me after posting this one, I feel the block coming to bonk me. Enjoy the fruits of my effort lol

Requests are welcomed!

You surmised that the steep pond you came across during one of your escapades was perfect for your much needed alone time, a relaxing bathing spot a luxury you couldn't wait to take opportunity of.

You chose to sneak off while everyone was busy with their tasks for the day. The mid day breeze gently blew through the trees. You sighed as you peered down the path leading back to the eagle clan. It was barren of any presence.

Usually, there was always someone accompanying you during these times, but you desperately needed time on your own to self reflect on certain things or more like a certain clan leader.

'I haven't seen much of him today..' The thought reigned over your head as you rid yourself of your garments and leisurely stepping into the cool waters, you shivered at the sensation. The ripple of the small tide you created as you stepped in casting a mesmerizing glimmer on the surface.

You slowly swam out til the clear pool just reached above your chest, It's been awhile since you've been able to experience a clearing such as this, the pond was coincided with a miniature waterfall and the edges were surrounded with a rocky ledge.

You leaned your head back into the water, your hair soaking up the moisture feeling as relief filled your veins at the comfort. Breathing in the pine aroma that filled your lungs, the smell only reminded you of him the more you indulged.

He smelled of pine and the earth after a rainy night. You couldn't help the intake of breath as he stood near to you. He filled your senses, and it seemed your brain went into hyperdrive each time you found yourself in his company. You stood at a standstill, and it often frustrated you.

You wondered if he got a tingle that traveled up his spine every time your hands would accidentally touch, was their electricity that traveled from his fingertips to throughout his body like it did you..

You wanted to scream out in frustration at the sheer notion of it all, you have so much responsibility to worry about but it seems like all you can think about is him. it's been killing you, this primal apprehension takes over your emotions and you just want to lay claim.

You glide over to the ledge of the pool, your arms resting in a laxed position on it. You lay your head on your arms, feeling a pout cross your lips, and you roll your eyes at all the thoughts floating around your head.

Noa seemed to haunt your very being, and it confused you endlessly. You've never felt this way before. You notice that the tips of your ears felt warm, an embarrassed feeling creeping up on you.

You noticed a shadow overhead. You could only assume that it was eagle sun flying around the area. You wondered if he was aimlessly flying or perhaps he was seeking you out on Noa's behalf. You hoped it was the former.

As the eagle soared off, you leaned back into your arms as your body lightly floated in the relaxing pool. You did feel a tad bit vulnerable in this state. Despite everything, you still had inherent human attributes. You valued your privacy, unlike your ape counterparts.

Looking at your hand, you studied the miniscule details when you heard the rustle of bushes. You decided that it wasn't anything of consequence and resumed on.

Noa had noticed when a certain Echo wasn't wandering around the camp as the usual routine, he was busy tending to the eagles in the high tree so when he came down with you no where in sight he thought the worst.

When he had asked Soona, Anaya and even his mother, he felt like he was gonna drown in panic when they weren't aware of where you had went so as last resort he sent out Eagle Sun to scout out the area.

Rushing to the clearing that eagle sun flew above, worried that you were in some sort of peril due to your sudden disappearance, there was no sounds of struggle nor did he smell your scent that he knew by heart. He often felt bouts of resentment at himself, feeling like he should've done something to prevent things he couldn't have possibly predicted.

The thought of you in danger brought up a deep animalistic urge in his body, an aching sense settling in his canines, blood lust clouding his rationality.

He broke out of the brush into a clearing, a striking cerulean pond in the middle, a peaceful air settled in the environment. He felt his heart and mind calm when he saw you within in his line of sight, the water encasing you comfortably.

As he mind finally perceived the situation, he couldn't help the sound of surprise that erupted from his muzzle. A heat suddenly spread throughout his whole body, he wasn't sure if it was the sun's egregious warmth that took hold of him or the sight of your body that was barren of all articles of clothing he was so used to seeing you sport.

Obviously he had taken heed of your constant need for privacy, he didn't really understand the notion of it since apes were very open with little to no need of personal space but when you expressed to him why it was important to you as an individual, he also concluded it was echo trait.

He feels right at this moment that he may have overstepped and he's frozen in a stupor.

Having heard the sound, you turn your head in curiosity. "Noa!" You yelp, startled by his presence despite being deep in thought about him for the entirety of your bathing.

You cover your chest, red rising from your neck to your cheeks, you bite your lip now feeling more vulnerable more than ever as your in full of view to Noa's line of sight.

Noticing him gawking, you lean over the ledge grabbing a small stick throwing it in his direction to snap him out of it "Noa! Look away!"

Bowing his head, he chuffs before turning his back you "Sorry, Echo..Noa was worried.." he says, his words seeming choppy an anxiousness hanging onto his enunciation.

You laugh, shaking your head with incredulity, the embarrassment lingering in your bones, but you know that Noa meant no harm, and it's likely he'll be super apologetic for disturbing you.

Climbing out of the pond and readying yourself, you think about how worried he was for you and you couldn't fight the flutter in you chest.

[crimson-mage-02]

Here is the last chapter of Fates Entwined By The Stars!! Hope you all enjoy it as much as I do! It's been an amazing ride, and thank you for all your support and love! ❤️❤️🙏🙏

[the-monkeies-girl]

I NEED a one-shot of reader finding out blue eyes can speak.

*in a quiet voice* sno snoft ( so soft )

Title: Temporary Fix. Fandom: ( Dawn of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Mentions of blood, minor injury. ) Pairing: ( AW YEAH ) Implied Blue Eyes x Human!Reader. Words: 3K+ Summary: You were spending your afternoon making spears with the Ape Prince himself. Humans are clumsy, remember?

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There was a lot more said in silence, or at least… That’s how it often felt like when you were with Blue Eyes, the stoic nature of his personality made moments sitting in front of the communal bonfire all the more delectable. You didn't feel pressured into conversations, like you did with Caesar. You knew the Ape King wouldn’t force you to talk regardless, but his relentless stare often left you feeling like you needed to say something to break the otherwise suffocating intimidation he just seeped from every pore.

It was a funny notion to think about, that Blue Eyes was starkly different in that aspect. Maybe, you thought with a tilt of your head as your finger slid across the blunted part of the spearhead between your fingers, with time, he’ll grow into that but for now, he was surely more like his Mother. Silent, but always observing, knowing things about others that they did not even know about themselves. 

Noises were frequent enough, especially given the circumstances of Apes always being around and it ultimately being a very indicative way to communicate across the Colony when they were too far from each other to actually sign or even in rare instances, speak. Hoots and hoos, howls and huffs all when Blue Eyes was with Ash and a joke had been made or they were just bent on pestering each other with no intended thoughts on getting anything done were amusing enough and you found yourself often laughing along with them.

But, you had managed to get the regal Prince alone for once, your chest swelling with the tiniest bit of pride at that. Incredibly placid quiet draped over the two of you like the stillness of a lake in the early morning and you didn't want it any other way. He’d occasionally sign at you - Well, not occasionally, he was more or less hassling at you as your fingers worked diligently at tying a spearhead to the top of a semi-thick wicket. Blue Eyes was giving direction with one hand, the signing a bit fast for you to properly understand but you got the gist.

You fell in and out of conversations, spotting here and there primarily about how you were working the twine into the spear to keep it steady and gripped when you went to use it. The way his thickened fingertips had gently urged yours for a split second, his body graceful in its movements as he shuffled in a crouched position to angle himself right in front of you. Your eyes met his, the ample nature of yours a curious thing to Blue Eyes as he looked down at the work in process fishing spear you were working on, his brow ridge sinking in a bit. Humans… So hard to read their emotions, he thought to himself and huffed silently. The Prince had a hard time reading your eyes especially when they were coated in flurry and frenzy.

Shoulders rose and then fell in a quickened pace as he urged you to hand your stick over, it felt like your heart was resting in the back of your throat and whatever reality the bonfire was keeping you secure in seemed to fly right out the window. Overcome with a mild roundedness of embarrassment at the fact that you had been gawking at him by the closeness he provided, he took the stick into his own hands and inspected it waveringly. Blue Eyes was aware you were looking at him. He’d be too obvious to not notice that. Humans, again, he thought, unlike Apes, were not subtle with staring. At least, so he noticed from the times you had been infatuated with watching the Apes prepare meals, with how Apes communally groomed on occasion, the pure stances of which they all walked compared to the amused gait that you used, tripping over yourself… All fascinated you, all left you breathless but to Blue Eyes, they were all incredibly mundane. He found himself amused enough, often in silent moments of self-introspection… What you were thinking about them. A constant battle he admittedly found himself wrapped in. The vague idea that this was what Ceasar intended when Blue Eyes was given the task to keep an eye on you did occur to him once or twice, not that it was any more of a problem than the scars that were building along his shoulder and chest. You’d been here long enough to establish an opinion on them. From his own Father, Blue Eyes learned only toleration towards Humans and adamantly refused to see the good in them, but once you began spending more time with him and Ash, occasionally falling into a quartet when River joined along, his toleration was able to evolve into moderate acceptance and only now teetered the line of full-blown acceptance of you being an actual and contributing part of the Colony. 

That was the Caesar in him talking, Blue Eyes knew and hated that his Father had pestered him enough to draw his thoughts down that road. As long as you contributed, you were allowed to stay. He wondered about that, letting his gaze lead over towards the family nest for a second when you were enthralled in watching his inspection. Blue Eyes had the feeling his Father would let you stay even if you didn't give anything back in return. Caesar was imposing and undiluted, but he had yet to turn heartless and had a fevered hot-spot for Humans in trouble. Hence why you were. Hence why you remained here.

While times like these were nice to the Chimp, he found the suffocation of tension drifting off you tearing him down to the very depths of the innermost thoughts he tried often to leave to their own devices. He… Was unable to tell what it was though, the tension. You had every right to be afraid of him, but you didn't appear that way. Not when you sought to look him in the eyes, not the way that your face had dropped when he arrived back from the Hunt weeks ago with three bloodied gashes along his body, a cut on his face.

Not when you offered him something called ‘antibiotics’, a cream of sorts you had kindly explained to him holding the tube for his eyes to inspect and judge, similar in nature to the root paste that the Apes themselves used for minor cuts and bruises. Blue Eyes had denied it then but--- His train of thought derailed, one wheel at a time, would you have put it on him if he accepted? The fur along his shoulder unexpectedly bristed at the idea of your much daintier and smaller hands against his body. A fleeting thought, but enough to cause that pit in the deepest depths of his navel.

Blue Eyes tightened your twine with a nimble touch, bringing the head down and smacking it on the ground experimentally to make sure it wouldn’t falter. You had jumped at the clutter, an instinct that was based in primal fear. Blue Eyes, you knew very well from the proximity now of his canines dangling in front of your gaze, his mouth slightly ajar, could take your life if he chose. He was gentle-spoken and seemed considerate to your needs but… There was always that lingerance in the back of your head like a hammer. You searched for his gaze again to interlock in quiet to see if you were able to deduce what he was thinking, but he refused and was pretty set in giving you back the spear with a mild ‘good, move onto the next. Young Ape start fishing next sunrise, need 5 more.’

Your knowledge of their flipped signing was rudimentary at best, but it was easy to figure out pecked words here and there when Blue Eyes really took his time to explain something. His elongated digits were rightfully arrogant, he was the child of Caesar by all means, but it never felt like it was intentional arrogance. It didn't yell at you ‘you’re just a stupid human, I am an Ape. Greater than you’.

It seemed faux to an extent, the way he acted around you at times. Recollection was a great thing as your spotted memory recalled moments of lax with Blue Eyes, especially when he was around Ash, River or Lake - His friends, the ones he grew up with. Jealousy has seated itself in the back of your throat now, pushing down your heart towards your stomach. How you… Wanted him to act like that with you, not like you were an adverse bug sitting on his shoulder than he just wanted to flick away.

Shaking that thought off before it tore down the rest of your afternoon, you nodded and twisted your body just enough to get more twine, already-pre cut by yours truly, a spearhead and another stick and began the repeated process. You told yourself five more, only an hour or so more and Blue Eyes would leave in silence just like he did when he beckoned you to help and you’d have to grin and bear it during dinner with the regular crowd of Apes as Blue Eyes chose to eat with his family, high above the rest.

That visual inside of your head gave you pause as you began wrapping the twine intricately into the hole of the wood, out the other side and established a good connection of the spearhead so you could begin tying it properly. He was… A Prince. Jokingly one day, you had given Caesar the name of ‘King of the Apes’, and while intended to just be funny, it took on life of its own once your words became a quick parallel to actual reality. There was no reason for him to like you, there was no reason for him to be here other than Caesar telling him he needed to be. A Prince bound by Duty of his King. You had caught a conversation between Blue Eyes and Koba only a week ago, talking about your presence there. And while Blue Eyes had not said anything explicit, the silence itself in that moment was deafening and it left you reeling at times like this when you were left to dwell with the idea that the Ape you were helping merely saw you as an inconvenience and he would kill you without remorse if you ever showed any sign towards being too human. Koba was already on his way to that, giving you a good stare on a day-to-day basis, followed by his eyes meeting Blue Eyes’ and then back to yours. Something deeply seeded it your senses at times like that; like they were working together and you were ultimately going to end up strung on a tree, dead and left to the sunrays to make delicious human jerky that the Colony could share--- Swallowing lightly, your hand trailed along the sharper edge of the spearhead and you felt it press into your skin, leaving a reddening imprint that began swelling. You tried to not think like that. If you were going to get killed, they’d have done it when you were weak and starved to death when you were first brought to the Colony. You told yourself that, over and over again to the point where it had to be your reality otherwise you were going to live in fear while they had provided you refuge. Blue Eyes’ shoulders moved with increased dexterity compared to your own as you fumbled a bit, dropping the spearhead between your legs and cursing as you went to grasp at it. 

You weren’t paying attention, blood hitting your eyes first before the actual sting set in, “Oh fu-” Not even able to get that out of your mouth, Blue Eyes was quicker to react like he was inside of your mind. Instead of you bringing your hand closer to your face to inspect the cut the spearhead had given you as you tried to grab it before it hit the ground, he had your wrist in his grasp. The coarse nature of his skin sent a rocketing complexion along your entire body. It felt like a shiver hit your spine like you were cold, but the heat along the bridge of your nose, upwards towards your ears, was quite a contradiction. “I’m okay, I just---” You had no excuse for clumsiness. The concept itself was foreign to Apes. They were built to be as sturdy as possible. Blue Eyes only stared at the cut on your hand for a moment, your fingers flexing inwards a bit to close your palm to stop him from looking at it, more than likely judging you for being so stupid with your reflexes and getting hurt in the process, something he had to have known really well considering the amounts of times during your stay at the Colony did you see Caesar doing that exact thing to him.

Swallowing back a hard ball that had formed in your throat at the hold he had on you, his fingers expanded and instead of holding your wrist, he was caressing the back of your hand and brought it closer to his azure stare. 

“Have…” Your eyes widened at the nature of the voice that came from Blue Eyes. “Never seen… Human…” You licked your lips in anticipation of the rest of his words, and it appeared he contemplated it for a moment before deciding on, “Bleed. Like Ape.” How much he sounded like Caesar, you thought to yourself, your mouth falling forward in mild surprise as you blinked, trying to bring yourself back into the moment and to stop drawing dumb comparisons of Blue Eyes towards his Father. He was his own Ape, he was allowed to make his own choices and opinions but still the thought persisted. You had never heard Blue Eyes mutter anything, let alone two complete and whole phrases. Ignorantly, you supposed that you lived in a fantasy world and never put much thought into it given many of the Apes chose to sign or make more brash and throaty noises to communicate.

Of course he was able to speak, you thought and mentally slapped your forehead as he continued his eyes along the small cut on your hand. Not wanting to pull him away from the moment as he was… Shocked it appeared at the notions that maybe Humans and Apes were more similar than he was really willing to give any credit to, you felt an equal brush of jolt at his voice as it replayed in your mind again. 

You wanted to hear him. Anything.

“You’ve…  never seen a human until you met me,” Only stating what you knew as an irrefutable fact, you hoped it was enough bait to get Blue Eyes to say something, his mouth ghosting words right in front of your eyes as a tease of what could be, like he was practicing what he wanted to vocalize before it was spoke, a tactic to assure you were able to understand his words, broken and scrambled, but words nonetheless. 

“We bleed. Probably more than you.” Letting your eyes flutter to the injury on his shoulder, scabbing over in some places but still rather red, you scaled your attention back to his face, looking at the mild cut on his cheek before sweeping from the wrinkles around his nose and under his eyes. While Caesar’s Son, he held no disposition to be intimidating. He was… Timid. Thoughtful, more like-minded it seemed to his Mother… “Did not hurt me.” Blue Eyes assured you knowing that you were looking at his scrapings, lifting his other hand upwards to place it against your open palm out of curiosity. Blood trickled onto the barest touch of his fingertips as you winced softly, sucking breath in through your teeth. “You… are hurt.” “It’s just a small cut,” It was your turn to assure the Ape through your chest felt like it was rattling on the inside, all your rib bones nothing more than crushed dust and your organs were solidified as you thought more about Blue Eyes actually speaking to you, actually taking time to accommodate you accordingly.

He had to have known that you were better with speech, having seen you converse intently with Caesar on occasions. “Happens a lot really…” You joked softly, letting your hand drift towards your body once Blue Eyes was kind enough to relinquish his hold on you. Flexing your fingers now out of desperation to have him hold you again, you cleared your throat. “I’m just gonna get a band-aid,” You hoped you had one in the scavenged first-aid kit you’d been holding onto for almost two years. “I’ll be right back okay?” “Band… aid?” 

“D-...” Your eyes drifted towards your lap, almost ashamed as you had forgotten such human things were so foreign to him. Even though you spoke words, did not mean that he understood them or what they meant to you. He did ask though, you were happy at that feeling a small satisfaction rolling along your collarbones like you were preening.

“It’s this thing… Like… A cloth sort of… Goes on cuts and stuff for Humans.” The perplexity on his face made you stifle a small giggle. “Do you… Wanna see?” You prayed now to the high Heavens that that first aid-kit was stocked properly. “I can-can show you.”

Without another word, there was nothing else needed to be spoken as Blue Eyes contemplated, weighing the situation before giving you a silent nod. Not stoic, as it usually was, and you were trying to tell yourself that there was no excitement but the way he walked next to you, both legs on the ground as he knew that galloping on all fours was too quick for you, it was hard to ignore that he was taking more languid steps to fall in line with you rather than lead you.

Shoulders equal to each other, you trailed your way towards the accommodating and cute hut that the Colony had built for you. Blue Eyes looked down at your hand once again, admiring the flush of red as it trickled down your fingertips and onto the ground, giving a trail behind the two of you as you walked side-by-side. Huh. A cloth of sorts that goes on cuts for Humans. Now this? He had to see.

[mae-is-crazy]

ACCEPTING REQUESTS!!

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[fragglez]

Koba X Reader

he leaves you for Caesar

[mistwalkers-menagerie]

Raka's Lament

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

Raka was out collecting thyme and chamomile not far from the den they shared. His companion has had a cough for going on a week now and refused to do anything about it, because "everything was just fine".

Typical.

He didn't understand how ignoring an illness was the right course of action when clearly, his companion was bothered by it. Not to mention the cough persisting and becoming gradually worse, so Raka took it upon himself to find the right herbs for a medicinal tea. Then he would detain his stubborn oaf by force if necessary until he felt better. He was plucking the chamomile head delicatly so he wouldn't crush it, when he heard it.

At first, he thought it was the wail of a dying animal, but a primal instinct made him freeze where he stood. He heard it again, louder this time, and realized it was coming from a horse. Their horse.

Raka ran.

He reached up and grabbed a branch, pulling himself higher to leap from tree to tree as his ancestors intended. He was swinging so fast, the wind whistled in his ears. Angry roars joined in and Raka's heart sank, recognizing the long call of his companion. The flanged orangutan never asked for help, that's why Raka was so far out here alone. Too far.

He found nothing but footprints all around his companion's prone form. He let out a sorrowful blare and scrambled to get to him, tripping in his hurry and scraping his knees on a rock. The pain was nothing compared to what the sight of his loved one caused.

They... scorched him. With what, Raka didn't know. But his flaming orange fur had black spot on the arm, the belly, the chest. All over the back when he lifted him to inspect. He was still alive, though barely. The rattle coming from his lungs was heartwrenching.

"Who did this?" Raka whispered, voice choked.

"Mad... king," his companion wheezed.

The Heretic. Raka whined and scooped his bigger, heavier better half up to carry him inside and try his damndest to save him.

He didn't succeed. His companion succumbed to the beating and the illness two days later, slipped quietly in Raka's arms while Raka stroked his wide flanges.

Ape not kill ape. What happened to that? Life was sacred! Caesar fought and died for that very idea, never betraying it as far as Raka knew. Then those Twisted Ones blatantly go against it, just because Raka and his friend politely refused to join them.

Raka met the Mad King. He came personally, with honeyed words and manic eyes, promising Raka and his companion a temple and their own disciples to tend, in honor of Caesar. The Caesar have never asked for a temple, nor a congregation, nor compromise - because the catch was, Raka and his companion had to lie through the skin of their teeth.

"The greatest kingdoms the world has ever seen were built on bones," The Mad King had said. "Their histories written with blood - blood of the losing party. It is the natural order of things. The weak bends and breaks, but apes together strong, my friends! I shall build an empire to last an eternity, and you shall be my heralds!"

"We most certainly shall not," his companion had said in reply.

It cost him his life.

Raka knew he wouldn't have it any other way. Raka wouldn't either. But the price of integrity was too steep, too much, for Raka's wounded heart. What would await apekind with a violent creature out there on the prowl for those weak of mind or will or few in numbers? What would happen to Caesar's legacy if his Order was to be systemically hunted?

His companion was no king, nor leader, but Raka gave him to the flames as it befitted a great ape, and quietly wailed just beyond the shadows the funeral pyre cast. They would come back for him, Raka knew. He would await them then, ready to join his beloved companion. He will not kill them. Ape not kill ape. He would die true to the one the ape's owed everything.

Then a young ape fell from the sky, and changed all that.

[artzyleen]

Owen Teague at "Gone in the night" (The Cow) premiere 2022, SXSW Conference and Festivals

[ohwaitimthewriter]

The Memory Keeper Masterlist

Latest update : 16/06/2024

Pairing : Noa x human reader

Warnings : angst, fluff, mental abuse and suffering, mourning, sharing moments and emotional stuff (happy and sad), more?

Summarize : A woman, allowed to live as long as the virus keeps running through her body, living on autopilot for 260 years, is going to see her life takes a new turn, finding hope in something that might come to put an end to her wandering.

Chapter 1 : List.

Chapter 2 : Puzzle.

Chapter 3 : Frame.

Chapter 4 : Mend.

Chapter 5 : Legacy. (coming soon)