Call me Blue - 22 I’m here with one goal… let’s see how that goes. If you wanna read through my fics, use the search on my account under the tag “pota fanfic”
Summary: Caesar was raised by humans… He learned how to speak, how to love, and how to lust through their eyes. He never thought he would have the chance to fulfill those human-ingrained desires… until he met you.
You were probably his last chance at fulfilling these fantasies. Your innocence makes for a clean slate… He will teach you, he will love you, he will show you the things every human woman should feel.
Rating: NSFW
Word Count: 13k
Warnings *to be added*: possessive!Caesar, innocent reader, “age gap”, physical/sexual abuse, slowburn more will be added as they appear
***If you are under 18 I would advise not reading, this is not an explicit chapter but this will be a story that explores nsfw themes later on. Best to just not go down the path to begin with. Be safe***
You feel the gentle sway of the horse beneath you, its steady rhythm almost successful in calming the emotional rollercoaster going on inside your head. The path back to wherever it was the apes were taking you is surrounded by dense forest. The path is well traversed, with crude, archaic decorations littering the trees that follow it. The sparse torch placements along the patch guide the way, the gentle crackling flames accompanying the sounds of nature, blending with the soft chit-chat of the apes around you.
The camaraderie among the apes is palpable. They move with an ease and familiarity that speaks of years of deep bonds and shared experiences. You catch snippets of their conversations, their sign language quick and fluid, and their expressions so emotive and almost human-like. Some of them notice you watching and give you curious but friendly looks. It was pretty easy to read their expressions, considering this is the first time you’ve ever been around an “oh-so terrifying” ape before. One young chimp approaches, signing something with an enthusiastic grin, soft pants and gentle hoots accompanying his signed words. You don’t understand him, really, despite your best efforts, but the warmth in his eyes and excitement in his expression is enough for you to know you like him pretty well. You smile back, waving your fingers shyly at him to return the greeting. Your body goes a bit stiff with your giddiness and restrained excitement at the friendliness extended towards you.
The large chimp that had rescued you rides with you, which is both comforting and a bit nerve-wracking. It’s a weird mix of feelings you’ve never had before.
His presence and warmth is reassuring, a solid anchor in this new and overwhelming environment. Yet, it’s hard to ignore the placement of his hands on your stomach. He had it splayed out at the center of your malnourished belly, his long fingers gently tapping or stroking along the fabric covering your skin. Every so often, his grip will adjust, or he will trade hands with the reins when the ride gets rough or changes terrain. His fingers or palm brushing against your hips, or squeezing your side, and you swore every now and then his fingers brush against the tops of your rib cage as if in search of something more.
He is an ape, so you know better than to read into the touches. He is not a perverted human man like you are familiar with… although you couldn’t exactly help the unease you feel. In your experience, these touches spoke of an intent, and more often than not, it does not end well for you.
But there again, despite that unease, the touches bring you a weird sense of comfort, like a reminder of his presence. Even though usually these touches bring on unwanted attention, this ape’s actions held an undertone of admiration and care. You were not sure why or how you knew, considering there was not much difference from your previous experiences… but it was there.
Over the period of your journey, you notice a consistent response whenever another ape gets too close. His grip travels in some way or another, to your side, your thigh, or his entire arm wraps across your abdomen to pull you closer. It’s borderline possessive. Yet another red flag…
What have you gotten yourself into? His hold is firm—almost too firm—and you can’t help but wonder what his deal is, because how can you not? Is he just being protective, are you reading this totally wrong? Or are you reading it totally right? It’s hard! You’ve got no prior experience with ape men to draw off of.
But then, as if sensing your unease, Caesar’s grip softens. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles against your side, slipping forward to do the same to your stomach. It’s not a sexy move—more like an affectionate “chill out” gesture. The warmth of his touch seeps through your clothes, radiating a kindness that immediately quells your doubts and you melt into him. How he was capable of transforming your mood so quickly you did not know, but he somehow did it.
You’re definitely going to get emotional whiplash from all this back and forth!
The rhythmic motion of the horse and the gentle sway of the forest around you start to lull you into a sleepy state. You can’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep, always on guard for your safety. Despite your best efforts to stay awake, your eyelids grow heavy. The warmth of your ape companion’s body against your back, his steady breathing, and the secure hold of his arm around your waist create a cozy cocoon you can’t resist. Slowly, you begin to drift off.
Before you succumb to sleep entirely, a young bonobo approaches. They sign something with an unwavering exuberance, their eyes bright with untamed curiosity as they stare at you expectantly. You crane your neck to look to the ape behind you for help, feeling a bit lost at what they were trying to say.
“She wants… your name,” he translates. His voice a gentle rumble you can feel reverberate through his chest.
You reply with your name to the female, offering a small smile. In turn she gestures to herself carefully with a soft sign to follow, face lit up with excitement. And then she signs something else, her gestures quick and enthusiastic, immediately reverting back to the hurried hyper-ness from before.
“She is… Tika. She says… you have a beautiful… name,” the ape translates again, his voice carrying a warmth that makes you blush.
Tika reaches out, her small hand brushing against yours quickly in a gesture of friendship. The simple act fills you with a sense of belonging, a spark of hope that maybe you can find a place here. You squeeze her hand gently, feeling a connection despite the language barrier. She gives you one last smile before steering her horse back to her group of friendly apes. You can’t help the giddiness that wells up in your heart; maybe you could make some real friends wherever you’re headed.
Then the hand wrapped softly around your waist travels to your side and gives a gentle squeeze. You didn’t think much of it until you could feel his soft breath brushing against the side of your neck when he leaned in close.
“Very beautiful,” he hums softly before leaning back and returning to his original position.
You feel your entire body go hot with the blush that courses through you. Did apes flirt? Because that sure as hell felt like flirting!
You get kind of stiff for a little while and you can almost swear you can feel that damn ape chuckling behind you. You had a feeling he knew exactly what he was doing…
It takes some time for your heart to stop racing and calm yourself down once more. Soon your body's fight for sleep wins over and you can feel that pull once more. You give in and lean back against his chest and you turn to hide your face into him, feeling his rough yet oddly soft fur press against your cheek. The welling of all the different emotions is enough to make you tear up… and you don’t want him to see you cry over things so profoundly silly.
His scent surrounds you, earthy and musky with a hint of something wild and untamed. It’s comforting, grounding you in the present moment with him. The steady rhythm of his breathing inflating the chest you rested against, the warmth of his body against your back, all combine to create a nice, warm, little cocoon. For the first time in a long while, you feel a semblance of comfort, a fragile sense of peace. The last thing you remember is the sound of his voice, low and soothing, as he communicates with the other apes either through words or other soft hoots and chirps apes are prone to. It lulls you into a fitful sleep.
***
Caesar’s mind is a mess. Your body pressed up against his in this way is a terrible distraction, and it takes most all of his willpower to keep his hands in a respectful place. All he wants to do is explore— feel the softness of your human skin. He wants to bury his muzzle in your neck, inhale and savor your undiluted scent. He knows these urges were unnatural, and he knows it will take time and a lot of convincing to not only get you on board, but the other apes as well. It’s something so taboo— almost shameful, and he spent so long tamping down this desire… but now here you are, pressed up against his body; enticing him in a way he’s never experienced before. He doesn’t think he’ll be successful resisting this desire much longer.
Though what’s odd is what accompanies this tension in his body—a mix of protectiveness, innocent curiosity, and a quickly developing attachment. Beyond that primal need, is tenderness and care. He doesn’t want to scare you or hurt you, he wants you to feel safe and be happy. And that right there is what fuels his restraint… for now.
In fact, he becomes so in tune with your body and your actions he can physically feel your tension and stiffness when the other apes approach. Not that he liked it much either when male apes would approach to sniff at you curiously.
So he makes sure his actions are read clearly by everyone involved. To you, a simple tighten around your waist or squeeze on your side is a promise of safety; a reassurance of his protection. But to the males, the action is possessive, and it’s only accentuated by the glower and silent snarl that would curl up his lips when they came too close. Any male in his group knew what that meant, and they would quickly back away, which not only gave him what he wanted— sole possession of you— but it also seemed to bring you a level of comfort. He could feel the relief that sweeps through your body. The way you practically slump back into him every time just brings him even more enjoyment.
When Tika approaches, Caesar doesn’t have his guard up. She was one of the only females in the scouting party and he quite liked her young and rambunctious attitude. He watches her interaction with you closely, keeping in mind he might have to chase her off as well if you showed any discomfort. Instead, he finds himself smiling at the way you seem to light up at the young chimp’s friendliness. He translates Tika’s signs for you, his voice low and husky from so little use.
Caesar’s touches are deliberate, perhaps reading differently to you than the statement he’s making towards others and towards himself. It’s the only craving he grants himself. He keeps his wandering hands above your baggy shirt, knowing it might read as a bit too intimate for you otherwise, tracing what he imagines to be your soft skin beneath. He restrains himself from venturing too far, despite what his dying curiosity is begging of him. Human women can be sensitive, and from what he’s learned, they’re not always accepting of such forward touches. He would have to earn your approval.
He tries to distract himself from you by averting his attention to the others around him, discussing the future plans for re-securing their perimeter and new designated hunting grounds.
When you start to drift off to sleep, Caesar feels a surge of tenderness when you slump into him. Then your face turns into his neck, and he suddenly bristles. He adjusts his hold immediately, hand splayed firmly along your rib cage to pull you in even closer, his breaths suddenly turning hot and heavy. The up and down motion of the horse and your willing proximity against him stirs up that feeling in his gut and he grits his teeth together.
Your body slots perfectly against his groin, and he thrust his hips into you without thought. The rocking of the horse is creating such a specific friction against him he almost can’t contain himself. His hand migrates to squeeze the meat of your side, the heat coming off your body nearly burning his palm.
You make the sweetest noises when nuzzled up against him, and your hot breaths against his neck are almost impossible to ignore. Caesar is acutely aware of your presence in every way possible.
He’s even captivated by your scent… a mix of the forest and something uniquely human—soft and slightly sweet, with hints of earth and the faintest trace of something floral. Yet there’s an underlying trace of human musk that coats it all, and he can only wonder what you might smell like with a bath… Despite that, it’s still a comforting scent, one that stirs memories of his own past with humans, yet it’s distinctly yours.
You breathe heavily against him, and he knows you're asleep. So easily he could go about his exploration… but he will not. Instead, he forces himself to angle his hips away from you and continue his conversation with the other apes, hoping his voice does not shake and remains a steady presence to soothe you even in sleep.
He catches Rocket’s eye and signs a quick message, his movements fluid and careful. “She is tired.”
Rocket nods, though there is a slight hint of suspicion in his expression. He signs back, his gestures slower and more deliberate than his usual energetic nature. “The others are curious. They have questions, as do I.”
Caesar glances at you, ensuring you’re still asleep before responding.
“She will answer when she’s ready.”
“It is not her we have questions for,” Rocket counters with a serious look.
Koba approaches too, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern. He signs to Caesar, his movements sharp and precise.
“You show her favor,” Koba starts. “Because she has suffered, like us. I saw.”
Caesar nods, a sudden appreciation and relief flooding through him. To have Koba’s understanding means more than he would know, considering his harsh past with humans.
“She has endured much. She only craves kindness.”
Koba’s gaze shifts to you, then back to Caesar. His next signs are slower, more thoughtful.
“I can understand, but that does not mean I will show favor too.”
Caesar feels a surge of gratitude towards Koba. Despite their past differences, Koba’s willingness to support his decision means a lot.
“I understand. Thank you Koba.”
Koba’s eyes, usually sharp and intense, soften slightly when he looks at you asleep against Caesar. The lines on his face, etched by years of suffering and struggle, seem to relax just a bit, showing a rare moment of empathy and maybe even a hint of vulnerability.
When he signs to Caesar, his movements are deliberate and thoughtful, indicating his genuine concern. There’s a flicker of recognition in his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the shared pain he can see in you and himself. It’s a small but significant gesture, revealing a side of Koba that few get to see—a side that understands and values compassion. A side that Caesar never expected to see Koba extend towards a human.
The conversation ends as the colony comes into view. Caesar adjusts his hold on you once more as he slows the horse to a gentle walk, but even despite his effort to keep from waking you, you begin to stir.
***
When you wake, the colony is in sight, the path ahead is framed by towering trees, torches lining the widening path. The entrance itself is a natural archway constructed with intertwined branches and vines. Homes sit among the branches, using a combination of wood and foliage to build their intricate structures. You're struck by the beauty and sophistication of it all. You had not expected the apes to be so advanced, to have created something so intricate and harmonious. The structures, woven from natural materials, blend seamlessly with the environment, showcasing a level of craftsmanship and community spirit that leaves you awestruck. It was nothing like what humans would construct… humans tear down nature to erect their monuments of progress, built to stand starkly against the natural world. But the apes build with a profound respect, seamlessly blending their creations into the very fabric of the forest.
This realization stirs a mix of emotions within you—admiration for the apes’ respect for nature, and a tinge of sadness for humanity’s often destructive path.
You feel a pang of guilt, reflecting on how humans, including yourself, have been conditioned to see progress as something that must stand apart from nature, rather than coexist with it. The apes’ ability to build and thrive without disrupting the natural world fills you with a profound respect and a desire to learn from them.
The sounds of the forest are only amplified now as your attention heightens— every rustle of leaves, every distant call of a bird, seems to reverberate through you. The fear and excitement from earlier have been replaced by a sense of calm. You feel more at ease, bolstered by the admiration of both the apes’ tenderness and compassion. You’ve seen it from both sides now. The ape you rode with has shown you nothing but respect and care, and now, as reflected by your surroundings, the apes held a level of care that fell to the most basic parts of nature.
The fear of the unknown mingles with a spark of hope. This place, with its towering trees and bustling community, could be a new beginning. But the uncertainty is still daunting. Now that you see it, and see the potential life you might be able to have, you want nothing more than to stay and become an accepted part of this society.
The apes around you continue their chatter, some casting curious glances your way as you continue on horseback with your ape companion, riding in beneath the large archway to enter into the heart of the colony. You catch snippets of their conversations, the occasional word or gesture making sense. It’s a strange, exhilarating feeling, being on the cusp of understanding a new language.
The colony is bustling with activity—apes of all sizes and types moving about, engaged in various tasks. Some lounge near their homes grooming each other, while others are tending to small fires or carrying supplies.
A fleeting memory of the human camp flashes through your mind—the harsh voices, the constant unease. Just a general undertone of fear and hostility. Instead this colony of apes exudes a sense of community and connection. The contrast is stark, and your heart races with excitement and hope. You feel a slight tremor in your hands as you grip the reins, your knuckles white. The warmth of the large ape’s body behind you is a comforting presence, one of his large hands resting firmly on your waist. Each time he tightens his grip, a shiver runs through you, a blend of reassurance and something more complex. You find yourself leaning into his touch, seeking the comfort and stability it offers. Unconsciously, your fingers grasp at his forearm, clinging to the feeling.
But then that ugly doubt starts gnawing at you. What if you can’t adapt? What if the apes’ initial curiosity turns to resentment? The thought of being an outsider once more, always on the outskirts of the community, is a heavy weight on your heart. Yet, there’s also a stubborn spark of determination. You’ve survived so much already. Maybe, just maybe, you can carve out a place for yourself here.
As you approach the heart of the colony, the reality of your situation settles in. This is your new home, for better or worse. And honestly, anything that came out of this would be better than the place you came from.
All around you, heads begin to turn. The curious stares, the skeptical frowns, and the cautious approaches all contribute to the slowly developing tension in the air. Yet, despite the nervousness, you don’t feel threatened. Compared to where you’ve come from, this is almost nothing.
The sounds within the colony envelop you. The apes’ vocalizations—chirps, grunts, hoots, and soft murmurs—create a symphony of life and activity. You notice how the vocalizations complement their sign language, giving more meaning and emotion to their conversation. So many examples surround you, and it baffles you how easy you find it to read their expressions and the tone of their conversations.
Their eyes convey a spectrum of emotions with a mere glance. A soft grunt of greeting, a gentle touch of reassurance, the subtle shift of a brow—all speak volumes in their unspoken language. Their faces, so human-like in their expressiveness, mirror the emotions you have often seen in your own kind—joy, sorrow, love, and empathy.
You see a reflection of humanity, not in the structures or tools, but in the raw, unfiltered emotion that binds these apes together. It’s truly beautiful.
The abundant variety of tones and noises brings you to notice your own ape companion’s baritone. His voice, deep and rumbling, stands out among the others. Though he could speak English, you notice he often reverted to ape sounds and gestures, seamlessly blending into his surroundings. Yet, there was something distinct about him. His movements were more deliberate, his vocalizations more commanding. Even in a crowd, you felt you could pick him out just by the unique cadence of his sounds.
Then you take notice of a group of young apes playing a game, their laughter-like hoots accompanied by a varied series of joyful chirps and whistles.
They seem to finally take notice of the entrance of you and the other apes. Their high-pitched squeals and joyful chatter burst through the soft, peaceful murmur throughout the colony, replaced by a symphony of youthful exuberance. You watch in bewilderment as the youngsters rush forward and begin to clamber up the horses around you with practiced ease.
The young apes’ faces are alight with joy, their eyes sparkling with delighted anticipation. They reach out with eager hands, their voices a cacophony of greetings and laughter. The riders, too, respond with a level of enthusiasm you were surprised by, their expressions softening with affection as they embrace the children.
Your confusion begins to melt away as you observe the interactions more closely. The way the young apes cling to the riders, the tender touches and warm smiles exchanged—it’s all so familiar. The realization dawns on you slowly: these children had come to greet their fathers, welcoming them home.
Your heart warms and beats erratically as you watch the heartwarming chaos. A few of the males dismount, a gentle urgency in their movements as their young squawked and bounced around their shoulders with determined insistence.
You never knew ape fathers were so involved in the raising of their young. It was endearing, and spoke volumes to the sentience you’ve already observed among them.
Just then, your horse is boarded by two particularly energetic young ones. One of them, with a gleam of excitement, grapples onto the ape behind you, wrapping his small arms around him in a tight hug with an exuberance unlike any other you’d seen before. The other, however, pauses to look at you with curious eyes.
Before you can react, the little guy reaches forward and tugs at your clothes, a playful grin spreading across his face.
Caesar, noticing the mischief, grabs onto the youngsters hand and gives a gruff hoot to reprimand, his tone a mix of authority and affection.
“Gentle Cornelius.”
‘Cornelius’ you note with warm excitement. What an adorable name for an adorably mischievous chimp.
Cornelius squawks at his father with playful challenge then scampers off with, who you assume to be his brother, in tow. The entire group of interactions leave you with a mix of amusement and newfound insight into the close-knit community you were hoping to become a part of.
The young apes soon scamper off, stealing off some of the members of your party in the process, and who remain continue forward towards a large communal fire.
The remaining ones around you begin to dismount their horses, pulling them away by their reins. As your own horse comes to a halt, you feel that familiar strong arm encircle your waist from behind… and then keep moving?!
Wait!
Before you can so much as react, the ape has your entire thigh grasped in the large hand belonging to the arm around your waist.
You’re embarrassed to admit you squeak a little as he begins to slide off the horse. He pulls your thigh to hike your leg over the animal. You feel like a small child the way he moves you so effortlessly, lifting you as he dismounts in one fluid motion with you tucked securely beneath his arm as you're dragged off the horse with him.
As soon as he hits the ground, his grasp on your leg releases, but his arm remains strong as you gather your balance. Although it being extremely forward and an incredibly aggressive way to go about the whole procedure, there’s a surprising gentleness you notice in the way he holds you, ensuring you remain steady. If nothing else, it only brings to mind the raw power and strength he holds. Sometimes you forget how strong apes are in comparison to a normal human… how dangerous they can be. It’s terrifying in a way, but then in another way it’s not at all.
You finally steady yourself and turn to look up at him. He didn’t look at you and meet your gaze, instead he’s already distracted by the apes that had begun to gather around, speaking to them in gestures and gentle hoots. He releases you completely, unwinding his arm from around your back after unconsciously feeling you steady on your feet, and continues his conversations.
Once you overcome your initial shock from that whole interaction, you begin to clue in onto what’s going on. These apes were not exactly here to greet you with open arms. They surround you with skeptical expressions, some voicing their opinions outright. Even though they weren’t speaking your language, it wasn’t hard for you to distinguish the reason for their uproar.
You can feel their eyes on you, judging, questioning. The tension in the air is palpable, and you instinctively move closer to your ape beside you, seeking his protection.
Amidst the strong reactions, a large orangutan moves towards you with a calm, deliberate grace. He stops in front of you, his gaze softening as he looks at you with a tilted head.
“Welcome,” he signed, his movements slow and deliberate, ensuring you could follow the basic sign. His deep, rumbling vocalizations accompanied the signs, adding a layer of warmth to his welcome.
Your chimp extends a hand towards the orangutan in gesture, looking directly at you as he speaks slowly. “Maurice.”
“Maurice,” you repeat, a gentle smile gracing your lips. Maurice chirps approvingly at you, reaching his hand out to grasp yours in a comforting gesture.
The touch brings a wave of relief. Maurice’s calm, deliberate movements and wise eyes offer a silent promise of support.
Maurice turns to meet the gaze of your chimp beside you, signing with deliberate, thoughtful gestures. His vocalizations are soft, a series of low hoots and murmurs that you can’t understand. Your ape responds in kind, his signs quick and assertive, his voice a deep rumble that you feel through his chest.
Maurice’s concern is evident in his expression, matching those around him. He signs slowly, his eyes flicking to you and then back to the ape beside you. But his response is firm, his gestures sharp and decisive. You begin to sense the tension building.
A few other apes step in, their signs and vocalizations adding to the conversation. The atmosphere grows heated, the apes’ voices rising in a mix of grunts, hoots, and screeches. You can’t understand their words, but the hostility is clear. The noise and intensity of their gestures overwhelm you, and you instinctively reach out, grabbing at your ape friend’s arm like you're scared he’ll leave you to the mercy of the others.
His reaction to your fear is almost immediate. His eyes flash with anger, and he takes a large step towards the crowd, his body language assertive and commanding. He signs rapidly, his gestures sharp and forceful, his voice a deep, authoritative roar that silences the other apes immediately. The sudden shift in his demeanor is startling, and the other apes quickly back down, their hostility dissipating under his fierce gaze.
“Enough,” He says aloud in English, his voice echoing through the clearing. “She is staying with me. That’s final.”
The firmness in his voice sends a shiver through your body, a mix of surprise and a strange, unexpected attraction. He had to be a leader of sorts—there was no other explanation for the way they responded to him.
With the situation momentarily defused, he turns to you, his expression softening from his hard scowl. He gently takes your hand, his touch reassuring. “Come,” he says softly, his voice a soothing rumble. “I’ll take you to my home.”
He leads you away from the crowd, guiding you through the colony with a protective arm around your shoulders. The tension in your chest eases slightly as you follow him, focusing on him and his warmth rather than the varied looks you receive from the apes you see in passing.
His home is a marvel of natural architecture, built high among the trees with a view of the entire colony. The walls are woven from sturdy branches, and the floor is covered with soft leaves and moss, creating a cozy, inviting space.
Caesar’s home is simple but welcoming, yet another testament to the apes’ ingenuity. As you settle in, the day’s events begin to catch up with you, and you feel a wave of exhaustion. A soft fire burns further into the home, coating the air with a wonderful heat that makes you want to melt into the floor. The familiar earthy scent of the forest mingles with the warmth of the space.
As you step inside, you notice a series of fast little footsteps running up behind you, and you turn around just in time to see two young chimps barrel up the ramp and into the home.
They both turn to face you and their father and your face lights up with recognition.
“Cornelius?” you ask softly, a worried sort of giddiness overflowing at the sight of the familiar face. The young chimp’s eyes widen with excitement, and he bounces in circles on his feet, thrilled that you remember him. He begins to sign rapidly, his hands moving with eager energy, but you can’t understand a word. His father chuckles softly at the exchange, finding amusement in the situation.
He moves too quickly for you to grab him and hug him like you desperately want to. He’s one of the cutest little creatures you’ve ever seen, him and his brother both.
Speaking of.. you turn your attention to the other young ape, looking at you shyly, fingers twisting through the fur of his own chest as he studies you. His big blue eyes only accentuates the pitiful look on his cute face and your chest spasms tightly with the urge to squeeze him.
You refrain, sadly. You feel it wouldn’t go over too well to let out your cuteness aggression in front of their father. So instead you reach out and gently cup his little face in your hands, running your thumbs along the soft part of his cheeks. The little one stares at you with wide, curious eyes, his small hands lifting to wrap his fists around your thumbs. “I’m sorry I don’t know your name sweetheart… but I will say that you have the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen. Has anyone ever told you that before?” you say with genuine admiration.
At your words, his face lights up in pure joy. He starts bouncing around, hooting in celebration, his excitement infectious. You watch in astonishment as he continues his little celebration, clearly overjoyed. Cornelius, not wanting to be left out, joins in the exuberant display, their laughter and hoots filling the space with a symphony of happiness as they wrestle each other, rolling across the floor.
“What-what’s going on?” You stutter in the midst of a small giggle, glancing towards the large ape standing beside you. He watches them with amusement as well, glancing towards you when you speak.
Unable to contain his amusement, he laughs. “He’s excited… you guessed his name,” he explains, his eyes twinkling with mirth. The thought makes you grin like a fool and you can’t help but laugh along with them. Blue was a perfect name for him. Blue and Cornelius.
As the excitement dies down, you look up at the large ape, a realization dawning on you. “I don’t even know your name,” you admit softly, feeling a bit embarrassed. His expression softens, and he steps closer, his presence commanding yet gentle. He reaches for your hand and smiles as if trying to formally introduce himself.
“Caesar,” he says simply, his voice carrying a weight of authority the name reflects. It takes a moment for the name to sink in, and then it finally dawns on you. This is the Caesar you had heard about, the legendary leader of the apes. The one that had led them across the bridge all those years ago. Suddenly you feel shy and somewhat nervous as you blink up at him in surprise.
**Im still trying to get a feel for my reader character… but things are pretty complex considering her personality has been suppressed by her abuse for so long, so that’s excusable. Anywho thanks for reading! We’ll start getting to the smut soon hopefully, but in the meantime, welcome to the slow burn!***
Disclaimer: I don’t usually consider movie tie-in books to be canon unless the director or screenwriter was involved. Personally see them as take-it-or-leave-it headcanons because unless the mainstream audience has access, then it’s not really “official” material.
That said, I’m looking at “Caesar’s Story” and I’m shook over how gay the author made Koba the bonobo. Like, here’s Koba falling for Caesar at first sight:
And he’s not even telling all this to an important character. This is being relayed by a background ape, which means Koba canonly goes around telling this to anyone.
Then there’s Maurice saying this:
I love joking about how Dawn was Koba’s crime of passion. But I wasn’t prepared for that to really be the case! IDK how else to interpret this! Apparently, Koba was explicitly in love with Caesar.
This also happened in between these two “events” and I choose to see it as canon because it means that Caesar- genius chimpanzee revolutionary- flirts like this and gets called gay:
Summary: Once upon a time… you wish to be rescued. Your rescuer is not who you would expect, but he hears your plea and rushes to your aid.
Rating: T (Eventual NSFW)
Word Count: 4.4K
Relationship: Caesar x Fem!Human Reader
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, implied sexual abuse
Previous Chapter
***If you are under 18 I would advise not reading, this is not an explicit chapter but this will be a story that explores nsfw themes later on. Best to just not go down the path to begin with. Be safe***
You wake up to the familiar, harsh reality of this dreadful camp after a long night of restless sleep. The tent you’ve recently started to call home is a tattered, makeshift structure, barely held together by willpower alone. In short… It was a mess. The fabric was worn and stained, letting in drafts of cold air with every slight breeze. The ground beneath you is hard and unforgiving, littered with pebbles and uneven clumps of dirt, and a thin blanket being your only comfort against the harsh chill.
Your pitiful collection of dirty, ripped clothes lie in a pile across the tent beside your other meager belongings. It didn’t amount to very much considering your camp’s habit of spontaneously uprooting, forcing you to leave behind whatever you couldn’t carry on foot.
The subtle aches of your body greet you as you slowly sit upright. You glance down towards your legs, covered in your baggy sleep pants, the gross memories from the day prior surfacing. You reach forward and wince as you slowly roll up your pant leg to expose the nasty gash bordered by a developing purple bruise. That was going to make it kind of difficult to get your chores done today.
You poke at the sore bruising. The entire area burned and you had a feeling it was going to be a difficult healing process. Your stomach spasms with a loud grumble, bringing to attention the hunger that gnaws at your stomach, and you push your face into your knees with a soft sob. Sometimes the reality of your situation just hits you all at once, and you can’t do anything more but cry, because what else can you do about it? You’re stuck here, and you’ve come to accept that now.
Your few personal items scattered about were almost like remnants of a life from a distant memory. A life you can only see through the eyes of childhood, reflected upon by a maturity brought on not only by age but circumstance. Abuse and misfortune is all you’ve known since the plague first took your parents six years ago. Even if you happen to escape this camp of abusers, you’re bound to stumble across another one eventually. It’s just how things worked now and you’ve come to accept it.
As you step outside, the camp comes to life around you. The air is thick with the smell of sweat and unwashed bodies, a smell you’ve sadly grown quite accustomed to. Everywhere, men are hollering and laughing, a general hum of conversation and jokes. You keep your head down to avoid any unwanted attention. You’ve resigned yourself to a life of torment, but that didn’t mean you wouldn’t try your best to avoid it at all costs.
Your first task of the day is to fetch water from the nearby stream. The bucket is heavy, and your arms tremble as you carry it back to the camp. Your injured leg adds a whole new level of difficulty, slowing the process to almost twice the time it’d usually take. No one takes care, or even notice, of your limp, or the constant grimace on your face. No one offers help, but you didn’t really expect them to.
As you pass by one of the larger tents, a man you’ve come to know as “Tommy” steps out. He frowns at you, and roves his eye up and down before scoffing.
“Don’t be so dramatic, kid. It ain’t that bad. Move faster.” His mouth actually upturns into a snarky grin and he laughs, but you know it wasn’t because it was a joke. You don’t say a word, because you know better than to argue. So instead, you nod quickly, pick up your pace and try your best to walk as normal as you can.
Back at your tent, you set the bucket down and begin cleaning the pile of boots piled up beside it. As you take a careful seat, another couple of men pass by and toss their boots into the large pile without even a simple word or glance at you. Your hands are raw and blistered, but you work diligently. The sooner you get it done, the sooner you can get out of their line of sight.
As you scrub the dirt from the boots, your mind drifts as it usually does during these mindless chores. You escape into your recurring fantasy world, surrounded by lush green meadows, and wildflowers dancing at your feet. The air is crisp, the sun warm against your skin.
In these moments, you felt a fleeting sense of peace and comfort, a stark contrast to your reality. These dreams were a sanctuary; your final cling to sanity. A place where you could escape from the harsh reality of the fear and pain dominating your life. You longed for someone to come and take you away, to offer you the love and protection you had never known. Something you were rarely able to even receive from your own parents.
The daydreams, although always slightly different, always revolve around a particular event; a savior, someone strong and kind, coming to rescue you from this nightmare. The thought brings a faint smile to your lips, a giddy excitement as your fantasies bring to life a futile hope. You know better than to cling to such dreams. In this world, hope is a dangerous thing, a fragile illusion that can shatter with the slightest touch.
Yet, despite everything, a small part of you refuses to let go. It’s the part that dreams of freedom, that believes in the possibility of a better life. You hold onto that hope, even though you know it’s fruitless. It’s what keeps you going, what gives you the strength to face another day because maybe, just maybe, if you hope hard enough, your dreams just might come true.
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Caesar led his group through the dense forest, the sound of thumping hooves muffled by the thick underbrush. The horses moved with practiced silence, their riders alert and watchful with weapons ready. As they neared the human camp, Caesar raised his hand with a quick sign and the group quickly dismounted and scurried up the nearby trees in a practiced order, their movements fluid and silent to blend seamlessly with the shadows.
From their new vantage point, Caesar observed the camp below. It was a sight he’s seen many times before through the years when humans got brave enough to venture into his territory. The area was a stark contrast to the natural beauty surrounding it, a blot of harsh order amidst the chaos of the forest. Tents were being set up in a precise, almost militaristic fashion, each one identical and devoid of any personal touch, fabrics worn and stained from years of constant use.
A crude fence was already being erected around the perimeter, its jagged edges a clear statement on their intention of permanence. Caesar was quick to note the weak points —areas where the wood was hastily patched or still unfinished. These would be the entry points for his attack if it came to such drastic measures.
Inside, commands and varying conversation were barked out, and the occasional burst of cruel laughter echoed through the camp. Not one voice he heard was that of a kind man. These men were not just survivors, vying for peace and a desire to live; they were predators, hardened by years of conflict and driven by a relentless need to dominate. Caesar had become well accustomed to men like this through the years.
This was all he needed to know to proceed. This camp was a place where fear would soon rule, and any semblance of humanity had already begun to fade. They needed to prevent this camp from becoming a permanent blight on their forest, and if they didn’t act now, they would only become stronger.
He was just about to pass on his orders to Koba, but a sparkling “light”, so-to-speak, caught his eye.
A human woman—You. Enveloped in an innocence so rare to find amongst humanity. You moved with a grace that stood out amidst the harshness of your surroundings, your beauty a stark contrast to the brutality of the camp.
Your clothes were worn and ripped, not at all a compliment to the beauty you possessed. You deserved far better. Caesar pictured a blue dress, to compliment the vibrant color he’s sure you held in your eyes. A flowy material, soft to the touch, to tease and foreshore the softness and gentleness of the skin it hid beneath.
His chest tightened and his stomach began to burn and roll as he watched you. It had been a long time since he had seen a human woman, especially one as alluring as you. Your hair, though unkempt, shone in the dim light, and your eyes, even from a distance, held a depth of emotion that drew him in. A desire to speak to you, touch you, and hold the entirety of your attention.
You carried a heavy bucket, your steps unsteady, revealing a soft, yet pronounced limp, causing a strain in every movement. He noticed the dark bruising on your arms and the way you cower and flinch when a man shouts and laughs at you.
It angered him in a way he wasn’t familiar with. It was fervid and dangerous, as he didn’t know if this was an instinctive emotion he’d be able to contain. He knew in his mind that any rash move could endanger his group, but that burn drew a curtain between his mind and heart. They needed to act fast before his anger called on him to do something stupid.
Caesar turned towards Rocket and Koba perched on branches beside him. Rocket was still focused on the camp and the guards spread around the perimeter, mouth parted open as it usually was when in deep thought. Koba, however, wore a scowl as he looked down upon the camp.
“We need to be careful,” Rocket eventually signs, his hoots of caution low and urgent. “There are many of them.”
Koba grunted in agreement, but his eyes were hard. “Humans are dangerous,” he signs, his expression filled with disdain. “We need to act before they do.”
Caesar’s mind raced as he considered their options, the thoughts of you begging to pull his attention away. “We need a plan,” he grunts as he signs. “We can’t just charge in. We need to create a distraction, something to draw the men away from her.”
Without any thought to mask his true intention, Caesar reveals his thoughts as they are and his chest immediately convulses with a weird nervousness as he stares at his two friends, waiting for their reactions.
Both Koba and Rocket give him a weird look, before looking down at where Caesar pointed. Right there, on the outskirts of the camp is a young human woman, and both apes look back to Caesar who now seems to act as a young chimp caught in the midst of a bout of mischief: guilty.
“What do you mean, “her”?” Koba signs emphatically “what about her?”
“She cannot get hurt,” Caesar quickly defends. “She is innocent.”
“How?” Koba retaliates, “she is human.”
“No, she is victim of humans… just like us.” Caesar doesn’t plead; he never pleads. But at this moment, he needs the others to understand. You cannot get hurt… he can’t allow it. And they need to understand.
Rocket nodded thoughtfully, cutting Koba off before he pursued the argument. He trusts in whatever Caesar decides. “We could use the horses,” he suggested. “Send them running through the camp. It will cause chaos and give us a chance to get her out before we attack.”
Koba’s scowl deepened. “Why risk our lives for a human?” he asked, hissing with contempt. “They are not worth it.”
Caesar looked back at you as you scrubbed away at men’s boots, his resolve hardening. “No one deserves to suffer like this. We will help her.”
He wants to help, he tells himself. It is for you, not for him. He expects nothing to come of this. He will not touch you, he will not pursue what he’s been wanting. He will not be selfish.
Rocket grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “And while they’re distracted, we can take out the guards,” he added. “Quick and silent.”
Caesar nodded, ignoring Koba’s glare. “Good,” he said. “Rocket, you handle the distraction. Koba, you and I will take out the guards and get her. We move on my signal.”
The group nodded in agreement, though Koba’s reluctance was palpable. They moved into position, each ape taking their place in the plan. Caesar’s heart pounded with a mix of anger, determination, and maybe just a little bit of misplaced excitement. You deserved the world, he knew it, and he would make sure you got it.
Caesar watched as Rocket and a few others moved to enact the distraction, leaving him and Koba in position. His eyes returned to you and never left, your every movement drawing him in. He could feel Koba’s gaze boring into the side of his head, but he ignored him in favor of watching you. He would savor every moment he had to gaze upon you, because who knew how much longer he’d be able to. You were cleaning those boots with a quiet determination even despite the pain he could see etched on your face. But he could also see a glimmer of hope that refused to be extinguished.
Suddenly, one of the men approached you from behind. Caesar’s muscles tensed, nostrils flaring with a possessive huff. The look of a predatory male was universal across the animal kingdom and humans were not an exception. The man grabbed your arm roughly, yanking you to your feet, causing you to buckle on your bad leg with a soft cry. He yanked you again even as you tried to pull away, but his grip continued to tighten, his voice a low, menacing growl.
“C’mon sweetheart, you remember what happens when you put up a fight,” the man teases, his eyes raking over her with a lecherous gaze. The panic that overtook you was palpable, and you struggled harder in the man’s grip.
If Caesar was not so distracted by the occurrence of events, he would have noticed Koba’s accompanying growls of dissent and anger.
But his own heart was pounding in his chest, that surge of protective rage flooding through the very veins in his body. His muscles cramped with the restraint to act. Because if he didn’t act he knew something terrible would happen to you, something he didn’t dare want to think of. His vision narrowed, focusing solely on the man as he began to drag you, a poor little girl, across the camp while your body wracked with pleas and sobs. The world around Caesar seemed to fade, leaving only the burning need in his gut to protect what his heart had already apparently claimed as his own.
His nostrils flare with the heavy breaths and pants that leave his being, lips turning up to bare his teeth.
“Koba, stay,” Caesar whispered aloud, his voice tight with his barely controlled fury. He didn’t bother waiting for a response. With a roar that echoed through the forest floor below, he leaped from the trees, propelling him into the camp. He lands on the ground, immediately ducking into a roll to keep momentum, barreling forward on all fours towards the man his eyes are set on.
The man turned towards him, shock and panic flashing across his face at the sight of the approaching ape. His grip on you releases and you stumble back in fear. You gasp in shock as Caesar’s body collides with the man’s, the force of the impact sending him flying several feet away and left sprawled out on the ground.
“Do not touch!” Caesar barked, his canines on full display for the rest of the camp to see. An act of disobedience was an open invitation to be mauled by the towering ape king and they knew well what that meant.
You sat on the ground, cowering, knees tucked close to your chest as you tried to fit yourself beneath a nearby stand.
Koba had stayed back to watch the entire scene unfold, his eyes wide with shock, his usual disdain for humans momentarily forgotten. He had never seen Caesar act so impulsively, so stupidly. Without care for his own safety
The man Caesar had thrown scrambles to his feet, a newfound bravery at the sight of his comrades surrounding them, but Caesar was on him in an instant, vaulting forward in all fours once more. He grips the front of the man’s shirt, lifting him clear off the ground. “You will never… touch her… again,” Caesar spits, voice low and dangerous. His muzzle inches closer, his teeth bared to where the tips of his canines nearly brush against the man’s turned cheek.
The man whimpered, his bravado shattered. “Please, don’t kill me,” he begged, his voice trembling.
The other men surrounding him begin their onslaught, and he throws the one in his hands across the camp, sending him flying through one of their tents. He turns and positions himself between you and the others. He could see you trembling behind him, eyes boring holes into the side of his skull.
He would prove himself to you. He will prove he will protect you; that he can. You will see that he can provide you what you need.
The first man lunged at Caesar with a club, swinging it with all his might. Caesar raises a hand and halts it in the air, caught in his fist, and he tugs the man forward to hiss in his face. He yanks the club from his hands then swings his other arm around into the man’s gut, sending him skidding across the rocky ground.
Another came at him with a long knife, slashing wildly. Caesar grabbed his wrist, twisting it until the knife clattered to the ground and the fragile bone snapped in his grip.
He had no care to be gentle.
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Koba watched the chaos unfold, his eyes narrowing. He knew Caesar was strong, but even he couldn’t take on so many men alone. It baffled him why Caesar stood to protect a mere human woman who hid so cowardly behind him. However mad Caesars actions appeared, Koba would stand by his king no matter the circumstance, so he shook off the distracted thoughts and flung himself into a hurried descent.
He rushed towards where Rocket and the others were waiting for Caesar's signal. He hoots to get their attention as he approaches. “Rocket!” he signs urgently. “We need to go now! Caesar’s in trouble!”
Rocket’s eyes widen and he hoots in alarm. “What happened?” he asked, him and the others already moving towards the horses.
“Humans attacked him,” Koba signs, approaching his own horse. “He’s trying to protect the human woman, but there are too many of them.”
Rocket didn’t need to hear more. He mounted his horse in one swift motion, the others following suit. He howled, a command the others knew well and they spurred their horses into a gallop, racing towards the camp.
The sound of hooves thundered through the camp as Rocket and the others burst through the unfinished barricade. The men surrounding Caesar turned, immediate panic descending upon the group at the sight of the approaching apes. Rocket leaped from his horse, landing in the midst of the fray with a fierce battle cry.
Caesar, bloodied but unbowed, felt a surge of relief as his friends joined the fight. Rocket tackled one of the men without hesitation. The other apes followed suit. And Koba, despite his earlier reluctance, fought with a savage intensity, his anger and resentment for the humans fueling his attack. He knocked a man unconscious with a single blow, grinning down at the bloody face left in his wake.
“Are you alright?” Koba signed to Caesar on his approach, his gentle hoots gruff but concerned.
Caesar nodded, then turned towards you who he still stood in defense of. “We need to get her out of here.” You remained huddled behind him, completely at loss to the signed conversation as you stared at the two apes with a wild, frightened look in your eyes.
The fight ends quickly. The few men remaining had fled not too long after the others arrived.
Watching the last of the men flee, Caesar turned to you behind him, his scowl immediately softening as he crouched low to the ground. “Safe,” he grumbles softly, offering one of his large hands to help you up. You hesitate for a long moment, your eyes wide and teary.
“Safe,” Caesar reiterates, pulling his other hand to his chest in a gesture to himself. Your eyes darted around towards the other apes gathered around him, lip beginning to tremble pitifully before reaching out a trembling hand. Caesar reaches the rest of the way to gently grasp onto your dainty fingers, pulling you forward gently to help you rise to your feet.
The moment your hands touched, he felt a spark igniting a dormant flame in his chest; that same warmth he felt earlier. Your hand was so small, so delicate, the skin so impossibly soft against his rough, calloused palm. More so than ever imagined it could be. He wondered how it would feel if you would thread your fingers through the fur of his chest and up his shoulders, down his arms… it makes his body spasm with a shiver.
He could feel your innocence, your vulnerability, in that simple contact. It was as if your very essence was communicating with him, whispering of the pain you had endured and the hope you still clung to.
Your small fingers trembled in his, as you gripped tightly to his fingers. Your fear and hesitance shivering through your body… yet your fierce grip clinging to his hand ignited something fierce within him, a desire so strong it took his breath away. He didn’t want to let go. Holding your hand felt like holding a fragile piece of light in a world shrouded in darkness. Letting go felt unthinkable, as if releasing your hand would mean losing a part of himself.
He wanted nothing more than to draw you closer to him and embrace you, blocking out the fears and uncertainty that swarm your mind as he nuzzled his face into the soft skin of your neck and breathed you in. But he doesn’t— he won’t… instead his eyes linger on your bruised and weary form, and the desperation in your eyes.
He didn’t want to let go… but he knew bringing you back to his camp could be dangerous, not just for you, but for his people. And he knew if he did bring you back, who knows how long he could cling to the control he had over his desires.
So he gently released your hand, your own hovering in the air, frozen in the moment he released her.
“Go,” Caesar grumbles, his voice heavy with reluctance, nostrils flaring with the internal frustration and restraint. “Find a…safe place… away… from here.” He gestured towards the forest.
You stared at him, confusion and conflict bleeding through her gaze. And then you spoke to him for the first time, a meer whisper of desperation, voice soft and sweet. “But… I have nowhere to go. I-I-I… Please, don’t leave me here.”
Caesar’s heart constricted at your words, heart beating rapidly, like he was in fear for his life. He wanted nothing more than to protect you, to keep you safe, to hold you close and never let go. But he also knew his own limitations, his own fears. Bringing you back might mean losing the little bit of control he’s been clinging to. It wouldn’t take long before his instinct and desire won over and he became possessive and controlling. It was a risk he couldn’t take. He couldn’t put you into a situation like that, you deserved better.
His lips crinkle in apology, eyes softening towards you. Then he tips his chin in a gesture for you to go and he turns towards his own horse to leave. But before he could take more than a few steps, you throw yourself forward, body colliding into his as you grab his arm, your small fingers digging into his fur, brushing against the rough skin beneath. “Please,” you begged, your voice breaking. “I have no one else. I-I…Please.”
Caesar stopped. He turned his head and saw the desperation in your eyes. The way you trusted him, needed him. The way you wanted him, even if you didn’t realize it yourself yet.
Rocket and the others watch in silence, all in awe at the sight of their leader buckling beneath the plea of a human.
Caesar’s chest heaves with his heavy breaths, his resolve finally cracking. He couldn’t just send you off, not when you had nowhere else to turn. And if you were asking to come with him… then it wouldn’t be his fault what might happen. It’s not him, deciding your fate for his own selfish reasons.
“Alright,” he said softly, his voice filled with a gentle determination. “Come.” He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling it from your grip to ease you forward towards his horse. He can feel the warmth radiating off you, the tantalizing brush of his fur against your clothed skin. One of the other apes holds the horse in place as you two approach and before you can so much as try to climb up on your own, Caesar grips you around the waist and lifts you effortlessly onto the stallion’s back. You squeak softly at the sudden movement, and you grapple forward once seated to grasp onto the horse's mane. Caesar can’t help but smile at your innocent anxiety and mounts behind you to ensure you wouldn’t fall.
The other apes around them mount their own steeds and Caesar grabs the reins with one hand, the other wrapping around your waist to pull you back into his body, slotting you so you sit comfortably between his legs. He spurs the horse forward with a soft hoot to direct the others to do so as well, and you grip tightly to his forearm as you move forward, pressing your back further into his chest to steady herself.
Caesar smiles and tightens his hold as they pick up pace to a gentle trot. He never would have pictured things turning out this way… a human woman pressed so closely to him, holding her, smelling her, feeling her against him. He already knew he was going to have a difficult time controlling himself.
In the midst of his thoughts, you lean back slightly, your body relaxing into his as you get lost in your own. For the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope. This ape, whoever he is, is safe… you are finally safe.
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This was a really cool enrichment project that allowed our orangutans to interact with the public in a way that was safe, engaging, and most importantly on the orangutans' terms. There is a button on the wall that the orangs could press and would douse visitors with a quick spray of water, and was especially enticing on hot days!
So the handsome fella on the sign is one of the male orangutans named Bajik when he was a kid. Bajik was a very playful and mischievous little guy, and figured the button out pretty quickly. Visitors learned of this and would point to the button to try and get him to press it so they could get a shower, and Bajik would SIKE THEM OUT. He'd go up to the button like he was gonna press it and get visitors all excited BEFORE RUNNING THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION!
It really is incredible, getting to know these animals on such a personal level. Visiting certain animals is like visiting old friends, and really puts into perspective how similar we are with our close cousins. I'm happy to announce that Bajik is now a proud father, and has learned parental skills from his father, Boomer. Boomer was the first male orangutan ever documented to provide parental care to Bajik, playing with him and carrying him around as a baby/child. And it appears Bajik learned these behaviors, and is doing the same for his firstborn son, Fajar. I've known Bajik and his mate Leela since I was 13 years old giving talks at their enclosure to visitors. I'm very, very proud of him and Leela for being such wonderful parents.
Here's the handsome man nowadays! (Photos courtesy of the Toledo Zoo)
I wonder if apes would end up living longer and developing more slowly (like humans). We have such long childhoods (and are completely dependent on adults for far longer than other apes) in order for our brains to fully develop. I wonder, as decades and centuries pass, if apes would have a similiar change?
Maybe it's more of a balm for my soul to imagine them living far far longer than they would now. There have been instances of apes living into their 60s and beyond, and it would be interesting to see if that would become more the norm!
“The daydreams, although always slightly different, always revolve around a particular event; a savior, someone strong and kind, coming to rescue you from this nightmare. The thought brings a faint smile to your lips, a giddy excitement as your fantasies bring to life a futile hope. You know better than to cling to such dreams. In this world, hope is a dangerous thing, a fragile illusion that can shatter with the slightest touch.
Yet, despite everything, a small part of you refuses to let go. It’s the part that dreams of freedom, that believes in the possibility of a better life. You hold onto that hope, even though you know it’s fruitless. It’s what keeps you going, what gives you the strength to face another day because maybe, just maybe, if you hope hard enough, your dreams just might come true.”
Hahaha jealous Caesar when he spots you talking to an ape or human and he just scares them away with his imitating look making reader confused on why the human man isnt talking to her and then she sees Caesar do it. Making her tease him for being jealous.
I hope you're doing okay and that you remember to drink lots of water and refresh when needed, so you're not pushing yourself.
Jealous Ape
Caesar x Reader
A/N: thanks so much! I am feeling so much better today! Finally finished my antibiotics and I’m feeling like myself again! ❤️
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Caesar observes you from afar, his gaze always watchful and observant. He sees the way you greet everyone with a kind smile, the warmth, and friendliness that radiates from you. There's something about you that intrigues him, that draws his attention and keeps his gaze on you. As you move through the colony, you can feel his eyes following you, studying you from a distance.
As you take a seat next to the female apes, the young chimps hoot in excitement, their eagerness to be groomed and fussed over by you evident. You offer them a warm smile and a friendly greeting, "Morning." The female apes greet you in return, the familiarity and comfort between you all evident. The young chimps chatter and clamber towards you, eager for your attention and grooming.
Caesar observed the scene before him, watching silently as the young chimps clambered and chattered around you. There was something about the way you interacted with them, the gentleness and care in your touch, that stirred something within him. He found himself growing fond of you, the way you engaged and played with the young ones, the way you handled them with patience and affection.
As Caesar watches you, he can't help but admire the way you seamlessly integrate yourself into the flock. Despite being a human, you had quickly become an accepted and respected member of their community. Caesar sees the way the other apes look at you, the way you handle yourself with confidence and dignity, and he cannot help but feel a sense of grudging respect for you.
You and your group had come to the apes months ago, offering a barter. Goods and materials for protection and access to the land that the apes lived on. But as part of the agreement, you had also offered something else - yourself. You had agreed to stay in the colony, to live among the apes, as a way to ensure that the humans would never turn on them again. Over time, you had become a permanent fixture in the colony, and the apes had come to accept and respect you as one of their own.
You had earned your place among the apes, slowly gaining their trust and earning their respect. Your calm and respectful demeanor had helped you integrate into their community, and you had come to feel like you belonged there. You had learned their customs, their language, and their way of life, and they had accepted you as one of their own. In many ways, you had become an unlikely ambassador between the worlds of humans and apes, straddling both worlds and finding a place for yourself in the middle.
Over time, Caesar began to spend more and more of his free time with you. At first, it was just occasional conversations or exchanges of pleasantries, but gradually, he began to seek you out more frequently. You found yourself enjoying these moments, the time spent in his company, and the conversations that flowed easily between the two of you. As the days passed, you grew more comfortable with one another, a strange and unexpected friendship developing.
Despite the growing bond between you and Caesar, you knew that pursuing a romantic relationship with him was not possible. The differences in your species made it impossible, even if you had felt differently. So you chose to remain silent on your feelings, keeping your heart locked away and hidden, despite the longing and affection you felt for the ape king.
You knew that Caesar could never feel the same way you do. The gulf between human and ape was too vast, and the idea of him returning your affection was simply wishful thinking. So you resigned yourself to silently pining after him, knowing that your love would forever remain one-sided and unfulfilled.
Caesar would occasionally leave small gifts at your door or give them to you during meals, simple gestures that showed he was thinking of you. You never failed to gush over the gifts, and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched your reactions. He was pleased to know that you appreciated his thoughtfulness, even if it was more out of friendship than anything else.
Caesar had spent several days gathering shells and twine, working carefully to braid them together into a necklace for you. The necklace was beautiful and delicate, the shells a beautiful array of colors and shapes, woven together elegantly with the twine. Despite the simplicity of the materials, Caesar was pleased with his work, knowing that you would love it.
As you pick through your food, you notice Caesar approaching. You look up and smile, greeting him with a simple "Hi, Caesar." Your eyes linger on him for a moment longer than necessary, taking in his stature.
Caesar was always vigilant, always on guard, but around you, he found himself able to let his body relax. He trusted you, deeply. Over time, he had grown to care for you, his feelings developing from mere trust into something more intimate.
Caesar moves closer to you, sitting down beside you with a gentle rustle of leaves. He holds out a small, crudely wrapped bundle, the gift he had promised to you. His voice is soft and a little hesitant as he speaks, "I brought you...a gift."
You smile as you extend your hand, ready to receive the gift. Caesar gently places it in your hand, and as he does, your soft skin brushes against his calloused fingertips, a brief but charged moment of contact.
As you both smile at each other and gaze into each other's eyes, there is a moment of connection, a spark of something more than friendship. The air between you seems to crackle with tension, the silence speaks volumes.
As you look down into your hands, you can't help but gasp at the sight of the necklace in your hands. It is beautiful, the shells a riot of colors and shapes, the twine woven together elegantly. It's obvious that Caesar had spent time and care crafting the necklace, and you can't help but be touched by his thoughtfulness.
"Caesar," you hum as you look at the necklace, admiring it with reverence. You could feel your heart swelling in your chest, touched by the thoughtfulness and care he had put into crafting this necklace, just for you. It was a simple gesture, but it spoke deeply of his feelings for you.
"It's so beautiful," you say, the words a whisper as you admire the necklace. The shells glimmer in the light, their colors and patterns creating a mesmerizing display. The twine is expertly woven, its thinness almost invisible as it holds the shells together. You touch the necklace reverently, tracing a shell with a fingertip.
"Thank you." The words come out as a soft murmur, filled with gratitude and warmth. Your heart is full of feelings you can't fully express, and there's an urge to reach out and embrace him. But you hold back, uncertain about crossing a line. You don't want to ruin this moment or risk losing the friendship you had so carefully built together. So instead, you simply look up at him, meeting his gaze with a look filled with emotion.
Caesar could sense your desire to embrace him but could also see the hesitation in your eyes. He understood the conflicted feelings that were churning within you. The line between friendship and something more was a delicate one, and he didn't want to force you to cross it if you weren't ready.
Caesar's voice is gentle and soft as he urges, "Put it on." His fingers wrap around the necklace, and he moves your hair gently to the side, revealing your bare shoulders. The movement of his hand is tender, his touch gentle as he positions the necklace against your skin.
You can feel your breath catch in your throat as Caesar's fingers brush against your skin. The touch is like a spark against a dry tinder, setting a fire within you. His hand is warm and strong, and the sensation of his fingertips against your skin sends your heart hammering in your chest.
The shells of the necklace rest gently against your chest, their smooth surfaces rising and falling with each breath you take. The feel of the necklace is almost intimate, the shells cool against your skin, a constant reminder of Caesar's thoughtfulness and care.
You found yourself grappling with conflicting thoughts and emotions. Was this necklace simply meant as a gesture of peace, a way to strengthen the bond between apes and humans? Or was it something more, a display of affection or care from Caesar to you? The line between friendship and something deeper was becoming increasingly blurry, and you couldn't quite make heads or tails of Caesar's behavior.
You look back at Caesar, the sight of his fond smile bringing a flicker of uncertainty to your heart. His expression is soft and affectionate, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer than usual. It's a sight that both warms and confuses you, leaving you questioning the true nature of his feelings.
This wasn't the first time you had gone to bed feeling confused about your feelings for Caesar, and it certainly wouldn't be the last. The tumultuous emotions swirling inside you, the uncertainty and longing, kept you awake at night. The necklace he had given you remained on your bedside table, a constant reminder of your complicated relationship with the ape king.
The sun had barely risen when your group finally emerged from the woods, looking tired but satisfied. You quickly stood up from your perch on a log and hurried over to them, your heart filled with relief and happiness to see them all unharmed and safe. Without hesitation, you embraced your friends, wrapping your arms around them in a tight hug of greeting and affection.
You were eager to hear all about their journey, wanting to know what they had seen and experienced in the days they had been gone. "So," you say as you pull away from the hugs, "tell me everything. What happened on your journey?"
James, the former military officer who sat next to you, began to weave an embellished version of the story, describing their adventures with exaggerated bravado and humor. You found yourself giggling at several points, easily able to recognize the embellishments but finding them amusing nonetheless.
As James continued his story, you couldn't help but feel eyes on you. The sensation of being watched from a distance was unmistakable, and you glanced around, trying to identify the source of the gaze.
You turn around, trying to see who might be watching, but everyone else in the colony seems occupied with their own business. You absently toy with the necklace at your throat as you listen to James's story, your fingers tracing the smooth shells, trying to shake off the uneasy feeling.
You can't help but laugh at a particularly amusing moment in James's story, your eyes sparkling with mirth. Even as you chuckle, however, you still can't shake the feeling of being watched.
James, just as he was telling the next part of the story, turns towards you, a question on his lips. He looks at you for a moment with curiosity, as though he wants to ask something. Your anticipation for James's question is interrupted as he suddenly looks past you, his gaze drifting away. You turn to follow his gaze, your eyes falling on Caesar, who is standing nearby, watching the two of you intently.
Even without looking, you can sense the intense gaze of the ape king, and you turn to see Caesar's expression, his eyes narrowing at James. The look on Caesar's face is one of possessiveness and anger, and it becomes even more apparent as James leans slightly closer to you.
The sight of James being so close to you bothered Caesar, the possessive gleam in his eyes growing more intense. Caesar's body seemed to tense slightly, and his eyes flicked between you and James, his jaw clenching slightly.

James, perhaps feeling the intensity of Caesar's glare, leans back, creating some distance between the two of you. He looks slightly uncomfortable, and there's a subtle flicker of fear in his eyes as he glances at Caesar.
For the rest of the night, it was as if Caesar was constantly watching you. His eyes tracked your every movement, and any time a male human approached you, his glare would harden, warning them silently to keep their distance. It was a territorial display, a silent declaration of ownership.
You felt your limbs growing weary and your mind weary, ready for respite. "I'm going to head to bed," you finally say, getting up slowly from the log.
James stands up as well, his expression casual. "I'll walk you," he offers. "My tent's close by, so I'm headed there anyway."
You nod in agreement, and together with James, you begin walking towards your abode. The path is dimly lit by the flickering of distant fires, casting dancing shadows on the trees. The night air is cool and quiet, the sounds of crickets and nocturnal creatures filling the air.
You and James continue down the path, and soon you arrive at your house. Its simple structure is made of sturdy branches and leaves, and it blends well with the surroundings.
"Here's my stop," you say, gesturing to your house. "Would you like to come in for a moment?"
As you invite James inside, he looks like he's about to accept, but the sudden change in his demeanor is unmistakable. His gaze turns fearful, and he gulps, shaking his head. "No," he stammers, "I'll just... see you tomorrow."
With a swift sidestep, he walks off, his steps quickening as he leaves. You're left standing there, bewildered by the sudden shift in his behavior.
As you turn around, you find Caesar. He stands, glaring at James's departing figure, his eyes fixated on the human male as he scurries away. You cross your arms and look at Caesar, a mix of curiosity and slight irritation in your expression.
"What are you doing?", your tone is a mixture of annoyance and curiosity. Caesar's attention snaps back to you, his intense gaze meeting yours. There's a moment of silence as he regards you with an almost guarded expression.
"I was making sure you were safe," Caesar finally replies, his voice slightly gruff. As you look back at James's retreating figure, a small smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth. "Pretty sure I can take him," you remark, your tone light and almost challenging.
Caesar huffs in response, a sound that seems both amused and jealous at once. He regards you with a mixture of admiration and protectiveness, his gaze holding a hint of possessiveness.
Caesar's eyes linger on James for a moment longer before he looks back at you, his gaze focused and intense. His question, "Do you... care for him?" hangs in the air between you, the weight of his concern tangible.
Your eyes widen with surprise as the nature of Caesar's question hits you, and you exclaim, "James?"
You study Caesar's expression, trying to discern the true meaning behind his words. Is he worried that you have feelings for James? The thought is both shocking and confusing.
Caesar's gaze remains fixated on you, his expression a mix of concern and vulnerability. He's waiting for your answer, his body tense as if anticipating your response. There's a sense of anxiousness about him, a fear of what your answer might be.
Your curiosity piqued, you press further, asking, "Why?"
Caesar's gaze intensifies as he processes your question. He takes a moment to gather his thoughts before speaking. "I just want to know," he replies, his voice tinged with a hint of defensiveness.
As you shake your head and quietly admit that you care for someone else, your gaze averts away from Caesar. A mixture of emotions flits across your face - trepidation, vulnerability, and a hint of uncertainty. You swallow hard, the truth laid bare in your admission.
Caesar's expression softens slightly as he absorbs your words. The knowledge that you care for someone other than James seems to lift a weight from his shoulders, and his gaze warms a bit. However, there's a slight flicker of disappointment and longing in his eyes. He nods slowly, a quiet acceptance in his gesture. "Who?" he asks softly.
Your hand instinctively grips your necklace, your fingers tracing the smooth shells as a soft smile graces your lips. It's a subtle, unconscious gesture that speaks volumes about whom you care for.
As Caesar takes in the sight of your hand on the necklace he gifted you, his expression softens even further, understanding flickering across his face.
Caesar's tone is tinged with a mixture of disbelief and uncertainty as he points to himself. "Me?" The word hangs in the air between you like a question mark, his eyes searching your face for confirmation. Despite his doubts, there's a spark of hope in his gaze, a glimmer of belief.
You release a nervous breath, a mix of vulnerability and resignation coloring your words. "Don't act so disappointed," you say, your voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "I know it wouldn't... work out."
Caesar watches you, his expression shifting to one of realization and acceptance. He knows the truth, the reality of the situation, and yet... there's a part of him that yearns for it to be different.
Caesar steps closer, his movements deliberate and filled with a newfound determination. "No," he says firmly, his voice laced with conviction. "I am not disappointed... at all."
The distance between you shrinks with each step he takes, and his eyes search yours, filled with a mixture of hope and longing.
Caesar’s smile grows as he steps closer, his body now inches away from yours. "I am… glad," he says, his voice soft and sincere.
The proximity between you feels charged, the air thick with anticipation. Caesar gazes at you, his gaze affectionate and filled with tenderness.
Caesar's hand comes to rest gently on your cheek, his touch warm and tender. He then slowly, almost reverently, leans his head forward to bring his forehead against yours. The press of his skin against yours is intimate and affectionate, an unspoken gesture of affection and care.
As you stand with Caesar, forehead to forehead, the world around you fades away. There are no colony members, no humans, and no dangers to worry about. At this moment, it's just the two of you.
Your heart beats in time with his, and in this quiet, intimate moment, a silent declaration is made. You are his, and he is yours. The bond between you feels palpable, like a tether that can never be broken.
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