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ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢɪɴɢ | ᴀɴᴀʏᴀ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ꜱᴏᴏɴᴀ x ɢɴ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: Belonging 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Anaya x Gn! Reader | Soona x Gn! Reader 𝚂𝚞��𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: [ＴｗｏＳｈｏｒｔｓ] After Soona, Noa, and Anaya rescued you, you've gradually became part of the Eagle Clan. Soona, steady and fiercely loyal, is drawn to your warmth and kindness. Anaya, adventurous and kind-hearted, feels a special bond with you from the start. He admires how you've connected with the clan, bringing joy through stories and compassion. As your friendship deepens, Anaya and Soona realize their feelings run deeper. 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: If you’re currently taking requests, would it be possible for you to write anything for either Anaya or Soona (or both 👀) with a gn!reader? Something fluffy and romantic? No worries if not! Thanks either way!

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ᴀɴᴀʏᴀ

The night air was cool, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine through the village, the sound of the wind breathing through the trees blended with the quiet murmurs of apes settling in for the night. Beneath the silver glow of the moon, you sat on the wooden platform outside your hut, watching the flickering torches that lined the pathways below.

You weren’t alone though.

Beside you, Anaya sat quietly, his presence a comforting constant since your arrival many moons ago. The evolved chimp, known for his adventurous spirit and unwavering loyalty, had been your steadfast companion since the start, along with his bestfriends Soona and Noa. From your first encounter, when he, along with his friends, had discovered you injured in the forest, Anaya had shown a blend of cautious curiosity and kindness that had set him apart. He had been the first of the three to approach you, giving you a few berries (as he and his friends had been foraging) with a soft hoot.

Despite his youthful rebelliousness, he possessed a depth of understanding that resonated within you. Since that very beginning, you had always found comfort in each other’s presence.When Noa, Soona and him had first brought you to the Eagle Clan, it was Anaya who had sat with you through the long nights of recovery, bringing you water, food, and the quiet companionship you hadn’t known you needed.

“Saw you with the little ones today,” Anaya signed, his soft hoots breaking the silence. His signs were slow, mindful of you still learning their language and almost hesitant in their movements. “They… love your stories, Anaya does…too.”

Anaya studied you for a long moment before he reached out, tracing the back of your hand with his long fingers, almost shyly. “And… why are you here?” He signed with his free hand.

You smiled at him, your heart warming at the thought of the young apes of the eagle clan crowding around you, eager to hear tales of the world beyond.

“They remind me of what’s worth protecting,” you admitted softly, looking at him from under your lashes. “Of why I’m still here.”

Your breath got caught in your throat. You had wondered that question countless times since the Eagle Clan had accepted you as one of their own. Was it the safety? The warmth of a home you had never expected to find? Or was it something else—someone else?

You turned your hand, lacing your fingers with Anaya’s.

“Because of you” your words broke the silence of the fire.

Anaya’s breath hitched, and for the first time, the strong, confident ape seemed unsure. His hoarse voice whispered your name, something he had been working on secretly with Noa since you had come along.

You reached up, gently touching Anaya’s face, fingers brushing through the soft fur along his cheek, making him chirp softly. “I think I’ve loved you for a long time,” you admitted. “Since the first time you stayed with me through the night, when you promised I wasn’t alone.”

Anaya’s expression softened, and leaned into the touch, craving more contact with your skin. “You were never alone,” he signed. “Not with... Anaya.”

You smiled fondly, foreheads touching, a silent, sacred moment passing between you. You felt the warmth of Anaya’s breath anchor you to this moment, the steady, grounding presence you had come to cherish more than anything.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” You whispered. “I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

Anaya let out a soft, shuddering sigh before pulling you into his strong arms, holding you as close as possible, as he had been waiting for this moment all along. “Then stay,” he breathed into your ear. “Stay with… Anaya.”

Melting into his embrace, a quiet laugh escaped your lips as you nuzzled against Anaya’s shoulder. “Always.”

Under the watchful gaze of the moon, with the village at peace, You and Anaya held each other close, your hearts finally speaking the words they had both been waiting to say.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

ꜱᴏᴏɴᴀ

The sky burned with the colors of dusk as the Eagle Clan settled into the evening, the golden light casting long shadows over the village. You sat near the comunal fire, surrounded by young apes who had eagerly gathered for your nightly stories. Their wide eyes glowed in the firelight as you wove tales of distant lands, of rivers that stretched endlessly and mountains that scraped the sky. You loved these moments, the way the little ones clung to your every word, how they laughed, gasped, and dreamed along with you.

And you loved even more the quiet presence watching from the edge of the circle.

Soona sat with her arms resting over her knees, her deep brown eyes fixed on you, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips. She had always been there—since the beginning, when Noa, Anaya, and she had found you wounded in the forest. Where Noa had been cautious and Anaya curious, Soona had been steady, offering warmth without hesitation. She had been the first to bring you food, the first to insist you deserved a place among them. Over time, your bond had deepened in ways you had never expected, but ways you had come to cherish more than anything.

When the story ended, the young apes cheered as Soona approached you, chittering slowly to the little ones that it was bedtime, some hooted in protest before reluctantly scattering, leaving you alone with Soona in the quiet warmth of the fire. A cool breeze whispered through the trees, rustling Soona’s dark fur as she leaned forward, her voice soft but certain. “They adore you.”

You smiled, wrapping your arms around your knees. “I adore them, too.”

Soona studied you for a moment before reaching down and picking up a small, smooth stone from her pouch. She turned it over in her fingers, reinspectioning it before offering it to you. “It’s for you.” she signed.

Blinking in surprise you stared at Soona’s eyes for a little bit, you had seen the apes exchange small gifts before—feathers mostly but also carved wood, stones polished by the river… You knew it was a sign of trust, of connection. Hesitantly, you took the stone, feeling its smooth surface, almost perfectly smooth and warm from Soona’s touch. “Why?” You asked quietly, heartbeat picking up.

Soona’s gaze never wavered. “Because I see you,” she said simply. “You belong here. With us. With me.”

Your breath caught in your throat, heartbeat beating in your ears, fingers tightening around the stone. It was the first time either of you had said it aloud—the feeling that had been growing between you, since your first night in the eagle clan, the understanding that had passed in glances, in touches that lingered just a moment longer than necessary.

You swallowed, voice barely above a whisper. “I never thought I’d find a place like this… A home.” Your eyes met Soona’s. “I never thought I’d find someone like you, Soona.”

Soona shifted closer, her hand brushing against yours. “Then don’t leave.” Your heart pounded as Soona lifted her hand, hesitating for just a breath before gently resting it against your cheek with a soft coo. Her fur was soft against your cheek, her touch careful, reverent. “I would fight for you,” Soona murmured. “Like I do for my family.”

You leaned into her touch, your hand coming up to cover Soona’s, lacing your fingers together. “You already have.”

Soona let out a quiet, shuddering breath before tilting her forehead to yours, eyes closing and exhaling slowly. You let yourself sink into the warmth of her, the quiet hum of her breath, the deep purr that vibrated through her chest, the steady presence that had been your anchor since the beginning.

“I don’t want to be anywhere else,” You whispered.

Soona’s fingers curled around yours, her voice firm but filled with something achingly tender. “Then stay.”

Smiling, your nose brushed against Soona’s. “Always.”

The fire crackled softly, the village quiet in the hush of the night. And in that moment, under the starlit sky, you and Soona found something neither had expected—love, steady and unbreakable, burning just as brightly as the flames beside you.

A/N: Have any request for PotA? Let me know!

#jumping off the walls #neither of them ever get written for 😭#pota

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phizzyfrog · 19 days ago

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ʙʟᴀꜱᴘʜᴇᴍᴏᴜꜱ | ᴅʀ. ᴢᴀɪᴜꜱ x ꜰ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ [III]

𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: Blasphemous 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Dr. Zaius x F! Reader 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Stranded on a world ruled by evolved apes, you are the anomaly- a human that defies the natural order and no one in Ape city resents your existence more than Dr. Zaius, the rigid and unyielding minister of science and chief defender of the faith. Who, more determined than ever, wants to keep his world safe from humankind- your kind. But... Is it normal to be so consumed by your enemy's presence? Why can't he keep you out of his thoughts? 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Zaius wrestles with his growing jealousy and inner turmoil over her presence, realizing she threatens not just ape society but his own tightly controlled emotions. As the High Council questions his tolerance he fights to maintain his composure. 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: [I] [II] [III] 𝚃𝚊𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝: @pandaworldkawaii 𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: I'm so happy to be welcomed into this community! I've got some Kingdom!PotA request that I'm working on! So stay tunned for more! ❤⃛ヾ(๑❛ ▿ ◠๑ ✿)

★゜・。。・゜゜☆゜・。。・゜★

CHAPTER III: ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴇɪɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴏʀᴅᴇʀ.

Zaius' jealousy burned like a slow poison, eroding the foundation of his convictions. He had prided himself on restraint, on control, yet the thought of her speaking about Taylor—admiring him—unsettled something deep within him. He recalled the moments when his restraint wavered: times when his gaze lingered for too long, the instances he caught himself searching for her in the halls, the breathless, unspoken anticipation of their next confrontation. These were weaknesses he had never allowed himself before. And yet, here he was, consumed by thoughts of a dead man and a woman who should have meant nothing to him. What was this wretched emotion twisting inside him? And why, despite everything, could he not let it go?

The rational part of him scoffed at his own folly. Taylor had been a disruptive force, a human anomaly who had confirmed every fear Zaius had harbored about the past. And yet, he had also been something else—a rival he never acknowledged, an adversary who had challenged his beliefs as fiercely as she did now. That she spoke of him with such intensity, that she carried his memory as something precious, stroked a fire in Zaius' chest that he neither recognized nor welcomed.

As chief defender of the faith and minister of science, he had long prided himself on his ability to govern with logic, to uphold the sacred laws of ape society without allowing emotion to cloud his judgment. But tonight, as he stood by Dr Zira’sstudy, his mind was a battlefield of contradictions. He should have been on his own study, focusing on his work yet his thoughts keept being consumed by something far more troubling.

Her

She was an enigma—an impossible disruption in the fragile balance he had spent his life protecting. He had told himself again and again that she was nothing more than an unfortunate remnant of the past, a reminder of humanity’s inevitable destruction. And yet, no matter how much he tried to convince himself of that truth, he could not stop thinking about her.

“…He was my friend,” her voice was distant, lost in reminiscence as he hid by the ajar door,“Taylor… he wasn’t perfect, but he was kind. He didn’t deserve whatever happened to him.”

Taylor. The name alone sent a wave of bitterness through Zaius’ chest. The astronaut had been reckless, arrogant, dangerous... He had upset the balance of their world and challenged everything ape society held sacred. And yet, hearing her speak of him with such quiet affection sent a sharp pang through him, one he did not wish to examine too closely.

“You truly cared for him,” Zira observed gently.

Exaling, you shook your head, voice tinted by sadness. “I did. But it wasn’t like that. He was like… a tether to my past. The last piece of a world that doesn’t even exist anymore.”

The orangutan felt something in him tighten. He had spent so long viewing her as an outsider, an interloper, an uninvited guest in his world. But for the first time, he saw her as something else—someone who had lost everything. Someone who had been torn from everything she had known and thrust into a world that did not welcome her.

And yet, she adapted. She laughed. She spoke with Zira and Cornelius as if she belonged.

That thought unsettled him more than he cared to admit.

“You’re lucky, you know,” he heard her continue,voice softer now. “You have each other. A home. A place where you belong.”

There was silence before Cornelius’ voice intervened, cautious yet firm. “Dr Zaius had that once, too.”

You looked up sharply. “What?”

Zira looked at Cornelius with quiet reproach, she hesitated, glancing around as if ensuring no one else could hear. Then, she sighed. “It isn’t my place to say, but… before Taylor came, before any of this—Zaius had a family. A wife. A daughter. He only has his granddaughter left… She lives in the countryside with her father.”

You blinked, expression unreadable. “I… didn’t know.”

Zira nodded. “Not many do. He doesn’t speak of them. They were lost in the great catastrophe, before we met Taylor.”

“The great catastrophe?” You asked, slightly confused. “What happened?”

A long silence befell them, Zira’s eyes saddened as Cornelius held her hand. “We used to have a moon… But one day, it was destroyed.”

Cornelius held her hand tighter as Zira choked down tears, he continued gently. “ We were unaware of what effects it had on the planet, but shortly after its destruction a giant wave hit the chimpanzee district… Millions were lost.” The ape said gravely as Zira sought refuge in his arms. “Zira and I met that day, actually. We survived together.”

The female ape held her husband’s cheek tenderly as he wiped a tear from her cheek. “Cornelius helped me look for my nephew Lucius and my sister… He was such a worrywart..” She teased.

“But you love this worrywart.” He teased back, lightening the mood slightly. You smiled at their shows of affections, suddenly the hairs in you neck rose as you felt a blistering gaze in you.

For Zaius, the weight of the past crushed down with suffocating force. He had buried those memories, locked them away so they could never hurt him again interfere with his duty. And yet, here they were, unearthed by a conversation he was never meant to hear.

Her voice was quieter now, touched with something he could not define. “ Losing so many people…that must have been unbearable.”

Silence followed her empathetic comment, but the orangutan turned away before he could hear more. He did not wish to hear her sympathy, did not want her to see him as anything other than what he was—a guardian of ape faith, a protector of order. Not a man burdened by loss. Not a man plagued by emotions he could not control.

As he walked away, a bitter realization settled deep within him.

She was unlike Taylor.

She was not reckless. She was not blind with rage. She listened. She learned.

And that made her infinitely more dangerous.

Zaius had spent his life ensuring that apes never repeated humanity’s mistakes. That knowledge remained locked away, buried in the ruins where it belonged.

But she was digging it up.

And what disturbed him the most?

He wanted to know her.

He wanted to understand the world she came from, the history she carried in her mind. He had spent his entire existence trying to suppress humanity’s past, and yet—

When she looked at him, with those sharp, defiant eyes, he felt something unfamiliar.

Not fear.

Not anger.

Something deeper.

Something dangerous.

Late at night, when sleep eluded him, his thoughts turned inward, tangled and confused. He would replay his interactions with her, dissecting them as though they were academic puzzles. He would recall the moments when she had challenged him, the times she had looked at him not with hatred, but with something else—something neither of them dared to acknowledge.

It was the way she unsettled him, the way her voice lingered in his mind long after their conversations ended. The way her presence had become something he anticipated.

He told himself it was simple frustration. That his anger stemmed from her defiance, her refusal to accept the order he had spent his life preserving. But deep down, he knew it was something else entirely.

Most of all, it was the way the thought of Taylor standing in his place—Taylor earning her trust, Taylor seeing the fire in her eyes and knowing it was meant for him—made something dark and unyielding coil inside him.

Zaius had spent his life believing human’s needed to be exterminated for the good of apekind. That they were dangerous killer machines. But now, as he stared at the flickering candlelight in his chamber, haunted by ghosts of a woman who should have meant nothing to him, he remembered that same day, when he confronted her when he had found her alone.

"What was he to you?" he asked, more brusquely than intended.

“Who?” She asked, confused but guarded.

“Taylor” Zaius’ voice was like venom, cold and unforgiving.

She had looked at him, surprised and perhaps, even slighty amused. "He was my friend. He was brave, reckless, and flawed, but he tried to do what was right. He deserved better than what he got... All of them did."

Her words had settled into him like a barbed hook, tearing at something raw inside him.

Deserved better.

Had she looked at him and thought the same lens? Did she think of him as the villain?, as an executioner of inconvenient truths?

No. He refused to be seen as such.

And yet, he found himself watching her more closely. Every time she mentioned Taylor’s name, a bitter taste settled on his tongue. He would catch himself wondering if she compared them, if she resented Zaius for surviving when Taylor had not.

Was that why he felt this unbearable pressure inside his chest? The knowledge that Taylor had earned her admiration, her loyalty?

Why should that matter?

And yet, it did.

It infuriated him.

Doctor Zaius had always known his role in society. It was not a simple matter of governance or law—it was the burden of knowledge, the weight of truth that few could bear. He was both protector and executioner, safeguarding the future of the ape species by ensuring the past remained buried. There had never been room for doubt, never been space for personal feelings.

And yet, as he sat within the grand chambers of the High Council, his hands clasped tightly together, his thoughts were not on laws, nor on the precarious balance between progress and destruction.

They were on her.

On you.

It was absurd. He had spent decades ensuring that no human, no remnant of their wretched past, could upset the world the apes had built. And yet she was there, walking among them, speaking with Zira and Cornelius as if she belonged. She disrupted everything, not just with her presence, but with the way she made him feel—feelings he had spent a lifetime suppressing.

He had caught himself several times today, noticing the fractures in his carefully composed exterior. Small moments were his restraint wavered, when he looked at her for too long, when he clenched his fists as she smiled at other apes. When his chest burned at the thought of her choosing to remain in the city rather than run.

But last night had been the worst of them all.

Hearing her speak of Taylor—of her past, of her world—it had ignited something deep, something ugly. He had told himself his rage was at Taylor, at the reckless human who had thrown their world into chaos. But no… it was jealousy. Pure, seething jealousy over a man who was already dead. A man who had shared a past with her that Zaius never could.

And now, in the chamber of the High Council, he found himself barely listening as another elder spoke of stability, of maintaining control. He knew the words by heart, had spoken them himself a thousand times. And yet, his mind wandered.

What was she doing now?

Had she spoken of him? Had she mentioned the confrontation last night?

The thought sent another wave of irritation through him, though whether at himself or her, he could not say.

“Doctor Zaius,” Honorus, one of the council members, addressed him, breaking through his storming thoughts.

He lifted his head slowly, composing himself, his eyes settling on the speaker. “Yes?”

“The matter of the human,” the elder continued. “It is concerning that she moves so freely among our people. The citizens grow curious. And curiosity leads to unrest.”

Zaius exhaled sharply, fingers tightening around the armrest of his chair. “I am well aware of the risks.”

“You have been… tolerant.” Another member spoke, and there was an unspoken question in their voice, an accusation lingering just beneath the surface.

“I do what is necessary,” Zaius said, his voice carefully measured. “She is an anomaly, yes. But she is no Taylor. She is no threat.”

Tolerant.

As if he had welcomed her presence. As if he had not spent every waking moment resisting the urge to cast her out, to rid himself of the constant war she had ignited in his mind.

It was a lie.

Because she was a threat. Not to their laws, not to their government—but to him. To everything he had spent his life building within himself.

He should have rid himself of her the moment she appeared.

So why did he keep hesitating?

A/N: Have any request for PotA? Let me know!

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