#kotpota anaya

[aphrmoosun]

I wanted to remind everybody that Kotpota is a science fiction movie, nothing happening there is real. I think everyone seems to forget it since they accuse the nomae nation of a lot of awful mental problems and it seems they are the ones with that problem because liking two characters together seem to mean for them that you'd f*ck an ape. They have serious problems and try to reflect themselves on us.

I also want to remind y'all that Kotpota barely made good cyphers. It made 390M, not even 400M which was made for the worst movie of Caesar saga (in box office). So I don't know how all of them are creating this toxic environment in the fandom when we have done nothing and we are the one creating content and respecting all the characters. They seriously need to chill it out.

[phan3145]

Title: Slippery Slope. Fandom: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. Rating: M ( Cursing, blood, minor character death, mature themes) Pairing: Eventual Noa x Human!Reader.

***Notes: I am so sorry this is so late, you don’t understand how this chapter nearly ended me. I also had no intention of making it this long. Broken record, right? Want to say a big THANK YOU to @sttudnobright for commenting on my poll, because it was their comment that made me finally realize how to frame this chapter. Tagging @imaginarydreams since they asked to be kept updated. Also, reminder to check the rating for this chapter.

Chapter 6: Jumbled

You

When you opened your eyes again you were in your bed, fire going steadily across from you, lighting up the entirety of the cave. You didn’t remember leaving that much kindling on it, but decided you must have. At least it was warm. You let out a whining groan as you attempted to stretch your body. Your arms went above your head, your back arching, toes extending before curling a few times. Your body hurt so much.

Your left shoulder blade felt as if someone had clubbed you, your thighs not faring much better. They felt tight, vice-like. You swayed your hips slightly, hearing a pop in your right joint that relieved a fraction of the tension. You brought your arms back down from where they had been resting above your head, seeing your wrapped hands. Thankfully, you hadn’t bled through the cloth, but the skin underneath felt hot. You didn’t want to think about what it looked like.

Memory flooded back to you then; the library, the boar, the leap of faith off of the horse, and then falling asleep on the way back. This caused you to bolt upright, realizing you were in fact in your bed and not riding on a horse. As you did, the large figure that had been silently sitting next to you, watching your every move, sprung to their feet. You jerked away from them, a scream dying in the back of your throat when you realized who it was.

“Noa.” You gasped, hand coming up to clutch at your too dry throat. “What are you doing here? How did you get in?”

Noa appraised you a moment, eyes trailing up and down your form so methodically you felt naked. You fought the urge to bring your blanket up, knowing you were still wearing the same clothes you had on before. Speaking of which, your bed was dirty now that your outside clothes had touched it. That was probably the least of your worries though, remembering how your jacket had completely lost its backing. Though summer was approaching, spring was holding on with a vengeance at night when the sun went down.

Noa, apparently done with his study of you, handed you your canteen. You took it gratefully, saying a quick thank you as you drank. He chose to speak then, “Watching over you…could not wake you when we arrived…had to have Anaya…help move your rock.”

That frightened you, turning towards your entry way to see the rock moved to its normal open position. You swallowed thickly, “You two were able to open it?”

“Was not easy.” Noa replied, walking towards where your fire was going, and bringing something back wrapped in a large leaf. “Took much time…difficult to open…but not impossible.”

You noticed as he carefully handed you the leaf, that Noa’s eyes went distant, as if he was remembering something from a long time ago. Distracted by the new object in your hand, you unwrapped it to find fresh salmon. That explained the extra kindling, he must have just finished cooking it…you could still see steam rising from the ends. You were surprised how well the leaf insulated against the heat. Leaning over, you reached for the dagger under your pillow, slicing slits into the cooked fish to release the heat. You tore and picked at the edges of it, only then realizing how hungry you really were.

Noa eyed you warily, watching as you used the dagger to cut into the meat. You were too hungry to act shy about the weapon, shoving a huge chunk of meat into your mouth using the blade as a type of spoon. You swallowed quickly, waving the dagger in the air before explaining, “In case something else ever gets in. Last line of defense. It’s better to be safe than sorry, but I’ve never had to use it before.”

Noa grunted, apparently willing to leave it there. You took another bite, eyes trailing back over to your entry. The day you met the trio, Noa was able to budge the rock slightly, just by himself. You had marveled at his power, never fearing he would ever be able to break in from the outside, regardless of his strength. A part of you was grateful that they were able to get it open, giving your body time to rest in bed and wake up comfortably. Still, you felt uneasy at the thought that only two apes had been enough to pry open your sense of safety.

As if hearing your thoughts, Noa added, “Almost gave up…several times…in the beginning could barely…find it…then together could barley…move it at all….Soona suggested taking you back…to village for the night.”

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up, eyes widening, and stomach dropping. You shook your head, “No. No, that would have been a very bad decision.”

Noa scoffed, “Anaya said…same thing…do not see why…would have been there with you…as I am now.”

Before you could say anything else, Noa was in front of you again, handing you an apple. The oddness of him feeding you struck you then, taking it from him but setting it down next to you. You weren’t done with your fish, but your appetite had suddenly vanished. You carefully moved the leaf and its contents off to the side, freeing up your lap so you could swing your legs over the side of your bed. You braced your hands on the edge, leaning forward slightly, attempting to take inconspicuous deep breaths.

Of course, Noa noticed something was wrong. He crouched to be eye level with you, something you noticed he always seemed to be doing. Anaya and Soona would move freely, but if Noa was speaking to you he would be sure to be on your level, or at least mirror your body language. You tried to avoid his gaze, that feeling of being exposed returning as he commented, “You should…eat more…no food since sunrise.”

You shook your head, “I’m not that hungry anymore.”

“Rest then?” Noa asked. “Can sleep…will stand watch.”

“Maybe later,” you mumbled.

Noa’s eyes scanned your face, fighting to catch your gaze. That in itself must have been telling, as he said slowly, “You…are…upset?”

You were suddenly hot, pulling your arms a little too roughly out of the sleeves of your ruined jacket. You held it in your hand, thumb rubbing at the shredded ends of the back. You didn’t think there was any chance of mending it, wondering if there was a way to repurpose it. For now, it did keep your arms covered at least.

You looked up then, seeing Noa’s expression shift from concerned to sorrowful. You weren’t sure if it was due to your silence or your tattered jacket. You tried to put some life into your voice, softly but kindly explaining, “You don’t have to stay, Noa. I’ll be alright.”

“Want to…stay.” Noa replied, shaking his head.

“Why?” You asked, a self deprecating chuckle leaving you as you ran a hand through your hair.

Noa didn’t hesitate, ���Worried…about you.”

You didn’t say anything to that. He probably had good reason to worry about you…at times like this you worried about yourself too. Usually you were fine, but then there were days where you would feel the reality of your life crash into you and panic over the situation you found yourself in. It happened the day after meeting Noa, all the ways things could have gone wrong if he was a different ape, how things could still go wrong. God…just the thought of waking up, not knowing where you were, potentially surrounded by other apes, had your stomach turning.

So lost in your own thoughts, you didn’t notice Noa raise his hand up, his thumb attempting to brush over the mark he had placed on your forehead. You flinched back out of instinct. He did the same, snatching his hand away and tilting his head at you. You forced your muscles to relax, mumbling, “Sorry, didn’t mean to do that.”

“You..do not like…being touched.” Noa paused, it wasn’t a question. “Then…sometimes you do…why?”

That was one of the questions you didn’t want to answer, knowing there were things you would have to explain that Noa might not understand. There were also things that he wouldn’t like if you explained them to him. Today had been an eventful day, you were not only emotionally exhausted, but physically as well. You wanted to trust Noa, tell him everything you kept trapped and secret in your mind, but you didn’t know if you could trust yourself. It was all too heavy, it would crush you under its weight. He didn’t push though, patiently waiting for your response. You almost smiled, knowing he would probably wait all night for you if he needed to.

Not thinking too much on the action itself, you pushed yourself from your bed, lowering your body onto the ground to be closer to…well, Noa. As much as you hated to admit it, there was something about him that brought you comfort. If you were in your normal mindset you might question that further, but for now, you wanted the comfort of his closeness. His eyes widened a fraction, letting out a small hum as he shifted from his haunches to a seated position on the floor as well. His legs were spread out in front of him, yours were bent at the knee, feet feeling the cool stone beneath you as you rested your hands on your knees. If your foot moved an inch or two to the right it would be touching Noa’s, and you had to shake that thought from your head.

Your fingers tapped out a rhythm, trying to distract yourself as you admitted, “I mainly flinch out of fear. I don’t really mean to, but I’ve been alone for so long now that…usually if something is touching me, it’s not a good thing.”

“Fear…” Noa repeated, mulling over you or answer. “Why…are you afraid…of apes?”

“Apes can be dangerous,” you replied honestly.

“When?” He asked.

Your brows furred, “What do you mean?”

“When did it…happen,” Noa clarified. “When…were apes dangerous…to you?”

“I -I didn’t say-” you started, but Noa cut you off.

“Fear does not happen…for no reason,” he huffed. “When did apes…make you afraid?”

You hesitated, throat feeling tight again “ Years ago.”

Noa leaned in closer, tone softening, “What happened?”

Well, this was it. The thing you swore you would never speak about again for as long as you lived. You didn’t have to answer, but you had come this far, and not explaining this to Noa meant that he would never understand your fear. It might even drive a wedge further between you two at some point in the future. Today already took an emotional toll on you, so how much worse could this be?

“I…I told you I lived in a vault once, right?” You stammered.

Noa hummed.

You took a deep breath then, “There was a virus- which I’m not sure if you know about. It took away the ability for humans to speak, made us really sick. Sometimes…it even killed us.”

Noa nodded, “Know…about it.”

You swallowed, “It didn’t effect most of us in the vault….I think before I was born the ones in there were immune to it. I was-was tested when I was born, and I was allowed to go outside with my parents whenever I wanted. For m-most of my life everyone came and went as they pleased, living in nature, even farming. This…apocalyptic world our scientists were always talking about, didn’t seem so bad at the t-time. I had freedom, a family, and f-friends. I lived a happy life.”

“How old…were you?” Noa clarified, “When…it happened.”

“S…seventeen.” You mumbled, pinching your eyes closed for a moment and running a hand through your hair. It had only gotten longer, and you reminded yourself then that you should cut it soon. “I wasn’t…wasn’t even considered an adult yet. I never in my wildest nightmares imagined that I could lose everyone I…it happened so fast.”

“Where are family…friends…now?” Noa asked.

You took in a breath, “Hopefully, they’re all dead.”

Noa visibly reacted to this, “Why…would you hope…for that?”

“Because the humans the gorillas didn’t kill outright,” you gritted through your teeth. “Are the ones they decided to keep as pets.”

“Gorillas…killed?” Noa didn’t seem shocked, but it still seemed like a hard concept for him to understand.

You felt a shiver run up your spine, and you forced your body not to show it as memories assaulted your mind in response to the question. You couldn’t speak, choosing instead to jerk your head once in a single nod.

“What is…pet?” Noa asked, raising his left hand in a closed fist, before making a back and forth motion with his right hand over top of it. “Not pet like…this?”

“No,” you shook your head, teeth clenching. “Not like that at all.”

You had to take a moment to swallow the anger, knowing this was a genuine question. Noa was not the one you were angry with, he was the one who was here after you got hurt. He was the one who made sure you didn’t fall off the horse. He was the one that never harmed you no matter how easy it would have been to do so. He was the one listening to you, the one who was worried about you. He cared about you.

With your emotions in check, you explained, “A pet is an animal humans would domest- tame…an animal humans would tame to keep with them. We would give them names, and put collars around their necks so others knew who they belonged to. We fed them, and gave them shelter in exchange for their loyalty and companionship.”

Noa was hesitant, but admitted, “Does not sound…bad…we raise Eagles…very similar…we wear their feathers and…have names for them to…tell apart.”

You shook your head, “It’s not the same. The clan and the eagles are the same, equal. I’ve even heard Anaya refer to Eagle Sun as your older brother.”

Noa huffed at that, looking away a moment before asking, “How is it…different then?”

“First of all,” you started. “For humans, a pet was treated as something under us. We cared for them, loved them, but they were not our equals. We chose them, cared for them instead of letting them fend for themselves in the wilderness. Secondly, the gorillas did not share the same amount of care for their pets that humans did theirs. They treated them brutally.”

“How do you…know?” Noa challenged.

You looked him the eye then, refusing to so much as blink as you confessed, “Because I was trapped in a cage as a pet for over a year.”

You’d never seen an ape be sick before, but Noa looked awfully close. His face was incredibly scrunched, and unless it was a trick of the fire, he looked two shades paler. His body seemed more hunched in, as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He breathed out the only word he seemed to be able to form, “What?”

Your hand covered your own mouth for a moment after the confession. Now that you said it out loud, it was real again. Nausea crept up on you at the epiphany, the fish in your gut souring the back of your throat. You turned away from Noa then, your other hand moving to your stomach and legs falling to the ground as you fought the overwhelming feeling. You already started, you couldn’t let yourself stop now. No one on this planet knew what happened now that your mother was gone. Someone else besides you should know. You took very deep breaths, hearing Noa start to make those humming noises again. They reminded you of the day you two had met, and that thought grounded you.

You turned back to Noa then, “My friends and I left the vault, three males and two females. We were traveling along a river, one we were very familiar with, when a group of gorillas and a few chimps approached us. We weren’t sure what to do, we had never seen apes before. The males simply stood in front of my friend and I. They had weapons, for hunting, but my friend and I had nothing.”

You saw the look in Noa’s eyes, the despair he held for you. You shifted again, bringing your knees up to tuck into your chest. You wrapped your arms around them, turning your head to face Noa as you rested your cheek on your knees. You tried to smile, “My friends were so brave, and if it weren’t for them, I might not be here now.”

“Do you…” Noa started. He opened his mouth as if to gulp the air, canines visible for a moment before he continued, “Do you…want silence?”

You shook your head, “I need to tell you, I need to say it. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to say it again if I stop now.”

Noa nodded, grunting as he stamped a closed fist against the ground a few times. You weren’t sure what it meant, but it might have been involuntary as he sighed through his nose, “Will not…speak…until you are…finished.”

“Okay.” You sighed, closing your eyes and letting the memories overtake you.

…

Kieran and Erik were at it again, trying to prove who was stronger. Somehow you and Eden got dragged into it, both of you being picked up and thrown over one of the boys shoulders as they ran down stream. Eden was absolutely losing it, snorting as she screamed in glee. You on the other hand, were just trying to make sure Kieran didn’t drop you. Even you had to admit though, it was pretty funny, a few giggles escaping as Kieran tried to trip Erik.

“I will strangle you if you trip me Kieran, I swear to God!” Erik shouted, stumbling slightly as Eden continued to squeal.

You slapped Kieran on the shoulder, “Fight fair! If you make Erik drop Eden he’ll have to get in line to strangle you.”

“Yeah, yeah!” Kieran called, picking up the pace, as you imagined the river’s edge was close.

You raised your head to see Micheal bringing up the rear, multiple bows and packs of arrows slung across his back as he attempted to keep up with his two younger brothers. Your eyes locked and you smiled at him, who in turn blushed and looked away. You enjoyed flustering him, not sure when he started acting differently around you, only that ever since, he had trouble keeping eye contact with you.

You would probably marry him one day. He was two years older than you, and while looks had never been something you were a particularly good judge on, you supposed he was decent enough. He was about your height, with dark auburn hair and brown eyes the color of a rich wood. More than his looks though, he was smart, smarter than Kieran and Erik for sure. He was the main hunter, knew how to be patient and find solutions to problems most wouldn’t think of. You admired that in him, how he never pretended to be something he wasn’t, never boasted or bragged that he was strong. He let his actions speak for themselves. While Eden might appreciate Kieran or Erik for their playfulness and macho displays, Micheal was the one who had your full attention.

Just as you thought that, Kieran jerked to a stop, and you felt your body go forward as he let you down, hollering his victory over Erik. Eden was still laughing, giving Erik a quick peck on the cheek in an attempt to comfort him.

“Hey, I won,” Kieran protested. “Shouldn’t I be the one to get a kiss?”

“You tried to cheat,” Eden accused, finger pointing at him.

Kieran smiled, “Key word being tried. I didn’t actually trip Erik.”

Eden rolled her eyes, turning to Micheal who was just now catching up, “I think he should be disqualified. What about you?”

Without missing a beat, Micheal said, “Absolutely. Erik wins by default, congratulations you two.”

Eden cheered, giving Erik a high-five as Kieran sulked. I patted his shoulder, “Better luck next time. Hey, I appreciate that you didn’t drop me.”

“Do I get a kiss for that?” He asked.

I snorted, “Yeah, sure.”

I leaned forward to kiss his cheek when Kieran suddenly turned his head, kissing me on the lips. I pulled back immediately as he grinned, looking so proud of himself. Of course, never one to boast when he actually does something outrageous. I practically growled at him, raising a leg to take my shoe off.

“Oh, shit!” Kieran cursed as he attempted to run.

“Get back here you ass!” You called as you chased after him, “Come take your beating like a man!”

Eden pulled Erik back playfully as he made to grab him, but Micheal was suddenly there, lunging forward and grabbing Kieran around the neck in a type of chokehold. This surprised you, but you just chuckled evilly, ready to get your revenge. Micheal saying your name however, stopped you in your tracks. That’s when you noticed his eyes locked on to something up ahead of you. Even Kieran stopped struggling as he caught site of what Micheal had.

Eden, Erik, and you all turned at the same time to find out what the other two were staring at. That’s when you saw it, apes on horseback. You had never seen an ape in person before, and you had to wonder what they were doing here. The five of you had frequented this river since you could walk, this wasn’t claimed territory. You were too scared to look away or make a sound now, feeling like something was terribly wrong. Running didn’t seem like a good idea though.

You heard Micheal call your name again, “Put your shoe back on and get behind me. Eden, you too. Erik, back up to me with Eden slowly.”

We all did as he instructed as the caravan of apes got closer. There were five gorillas and three chimpanzees. Two of the chimps were walking alongside the group instead of riding. That must mean there was a settlement nearby. A new ape settlement.

You felt Eden wrap her arm around yours, attempting to pull you back further. You didn’t want to move, afraid to look weak, and Micheal was right in front of you. He hadn’t reached for his bow yet, but his hands were ready. Erik and Kieran on the other hand weren’t willing to wait, arrows strung and pointed towards the ground.

The apes stopped then, probably 20 feet away from you, making a few noises that you assumed was their way of communication. You noticed them scanning your group, the biggest gorilla locking eyes with you for a brief moment before turning his attention to Erik. He was shifting from foot to foot, arrow pointed slightly off the ground now, as if he sensed danger.

“We mean you no harm,” Micheal’s booming voice called out. “As long as you mean us no harm. We understand if this is your territory, we did not know. We will respectfully leave and return to our homes and not come back.”

The larger gorilla huffed at one of the chimps on the ground, who paced to the back of his horse. He then turned to the smaller gorilla on his left, pointing to Micheal. You felt your stomach drop, not understanding what that meant, but having a feeling it wasn’t good. You felt Micheal’s hand on your stomach then, pushing you back as he whispered, “Start backing up, but don’t run unless I say.”

You hummed, too afraid to speak as the group slowly started inching backwards.

The large gorilla spoke then, the deep scratchy voice sending chills down your spine. “Human who can speak…comes with us.”

Ice flooded your veins then, looking to Micheal who seemed to be assessing the situation. Erik, upon hearing that, raised his bow in the air, aiming for the gorilla who spoke. No sooner had he done that, you heard a Thunk noise, and a gasp be ripped from Erik’s mouth. You turned, watching in slow motion as Erik took a step back, allowing you to see the spear lodged in his chest.

You watched the realization hit him at the same time as the rest of you, a final glance to Micheal before he collapsed. You couldn’t react, shock gripping your being as you saw Eden cover her mouth to smother the scream she wanted to let out, visibly shaking now as she clung to you. Kieran was smart enough not to raise his bow further, but he and Micheal shared a devastated look before facing the apes again.

“Run.” Micheal hissed, and time seemed to not only resume, but speed up.

The gorillas all practically leapt off their horses. The two chimps on the ground hurling spears, not trying to hit you but trying to keep you all in one place. Eden took off alongside you, and for once, you were thankful she was smaller than you, it allowed her to be faster. You heard Micheal and Kieran behind you, turning your head over your shoulder once to see the apes gaining. Micheal did the same, and you saw the calculating look in his eye as he turned back around.

He called out then, “Kieran you’re with me, you two don’t stop running for anything! I mean it!”

You heard Eden whimper ahead of you as a sort of confirmation, and you stumbled a moment, wanting to stop but knowing if you did, whatever Micheal intended to do would be in vain. Two sets of footsteps stopped echoing behind you, so you kept running, dodging over limbs and bushes as you both strayed from the rivers edge in search of cover.

You heard arrows flying alongside apes screeching and roaring in tandem. You couldn’t look, couldn’t see who was winning. You had to keep going…..but then you heard Kieran scream. You turned then to see one of the chimps dead on the ground, and a Gorilla struggling to breathe next to the corpse, half dead himself. He had more than seven arrows lodged in his chest. There were two more gorillas though, one restraining Micheal and the other…

Kieran was on the ground, body twisted in an unnatural position, with the second gorilla above him. You saw dark arms raise before fists came down over his body. Micheal struggled in a net next to him, screaming and cursing at the apes. You looked away, hearing the pain in Kieran’s voice each time the Thump of fists came down on him. You heard a wet, cracking sound following the next blow that echoed in the forest. Then, there was no more screaming. No more hits to the ground. No more sound. You knew Kieran was dead.

You heard the pound of running steps behind you then, and you knew what was about to happen. You gasped in air, forcing your body to go faster, run harder. Eden was so far ahead of you…you knew she would probably get away if she just kept going. You willed your voice to be steady as you screamed, “Don’t stop, Eden! Run faster, give it everything you have! Don’t stop until you’re home! Don’t look back, just run!”

You didn’t hear a response, but you saw her shift slightly, running more on the balls of her feet and picking her legs up higher, arms jerking back and forth harder than they were before. You saw her duck behind a tree and then she was out of your line of sight. Part of you was comforted by that, but that relief was quickly extinguished when something smacked into your back and you quickly hit the ground. You scraped your chin when you landed, letting out a small cry of pain as you wriggled in the net you found yourself trapped in.

There was a tug, and you were being dragged back towards Micheal and the other apes. The Gorilla above you huffed and snarled as you continued to struggle, raising a leg and kicking you in the stomach. You groaned, curing in on yourself as another gorilla on a horse approached.

The gorilla holding you pointed towards where Eden had been, “Find the human and their nest, take the ones who speak…kill the rest.”

No

Eden was going to lead them home, and there was nothing you could do about it. You felt tears start streaming down your face, as the ape holding you sniffed loudly, throwing you next to Micheal, another ape gripping the closure of the net. The larger ape growled, “Weak human…bleeding…stinks.”

The ape above you seemed to huff in agreement, and as awful as this was, you were relieved that Micheal had escaped the slaughter. You were happy he was here with you. You actively avoided looking at his brother laying on the ground next to you as you thought this.

…

The two of you were thrown across a horse, a chimp walking alongside it as you tried to track where you were and where they were taking the two of you. You were separated from Micheal when you arrived to the ape settlement. It was built on the side of a cliff, apes working on a large wooden fence around the front. As you rode in you noticed they were taking you off to the left, but taking Micheal all the way to the back. Neither of you said anything, knowing that if one of you had the chance to escape you would do so, and maybe send help for the other.

There was a crude room made from a small stone alcove in the rocks. You were taken out of the net and thrown in, rolling on the ground from the unexpected force. You didn’t try to run, the colony of gorillas overflowing, it would only be a few steps before you were caught. A makeshift door of bamboo was shut behind you, leaving you in the small space to explore alone. You decided to bide your time and look around for anything that could be useful to you. A large nest of leaves and furs was off to the side, some baskets filled with fruits, and other random odds and ends were scattered around the room. Nothing you could use at present. You tried to not look too closely at the bones that were scattered on the floor, deciding it didn’t matter if they were human or not as long as they weren’t yours.

The larger gorilla from earlier slammed open the door then, ground shaking as he made his way towards you. There was nowhere for you to go, but still you tried to back up as far away as you could from him. In seconds, your back was against the stone of the cave as the gorilla closed the distance between the two of you. You refused to cower, but you did freeze in place. His height was staggering, standing on all fours but his eyes were level with yours. Only then did you realize that looking him in the eye was a mistake, watching as he yanked you by your ankle.

You hit the ground hard, attempting to catch yourself on your elbows before he dragged you half under him. You tried not to cry or scream, thinking it would only aggravate the ape further. He jerked on your limbs, pulling you this way and that, then grabbing you by the neck. He pulled you close, taking a deep whiff before throwing you back to the ground. Your skull practically bounced off the stone below you and you whimpered, clutching at the back of your head.

This seemed to catch the gorilla’s attention, seizing you now by the hair and using it to pull you into a standing position. He chose to stand on two legs now, raising you up with him, and you barley dangled on your tip toes in order not to have all of your weight hanging my your head.

“You can make noise,” the gorilla snarled. “No point in having you if you don’t. Understand human?”

You whined, still struggling against his hold, “Yes! Please let go, it hurts!”

The gorilla made a satisfied noise, yanking up once very hard before dropping you entirely. You couldn’t help it, you collapsed onto your hands and knees while tears fell from your eyes. The pain was overwhelming, feeling like your skull was on fire, and you sobbed in fear as the gravity of your situation finally set in. Your body began to shake, the air you gasped into your lungs getting more and more shallow no matter how deep a breath you took. The ape circled you the entire time, intently watching your reaction.

“You are young,” he commented. “Will get much use out of you if you do as you are told.”

You tried to quiet your noises, tried to focus on his words. He made a fist as he raised his arm, and you yelped, wrapping your arms around your head. The ape hooted in delight, “You are smart…that is good. You will refer to me as Gol. Understood?”

“Y-yes.” You stuttered, slowly dropping your arms.

Gol reached for you again, grabbing you by the neck and hauling you up. You dangled in the air once more, feet kicking as you felt his grip close around your throat. Both hands scratched across his arm for any sort of purchase, attempting to hold yourself up to pull any amount of air you could get into your lungs. He watched you struggle before explaining, “You will come when I call, you will stay where I put you, and you will eat when I give you food. You will do what I say without question or hesitation. Do you understand?”

You nodded, gasping, “Yes!”

“Yes, what?” He huffed.

“Yes, Gol!” You practically spat in an effort to get the words out.

He dropped you to your feet then, not giving you a chance to catch your breath as he grabbed your hair, leading you by it like it was a leash. You were marched through the settlement by his unrelenting grasp until you reached the human cages. A door was opened for Gol by a chimp, then you were thrown in. You scrambled on your hands and feet before the door was promptly slammed in your face. You sniffled, watching as the apes hooted and chuffed before leaving you alone.

Not entirely alone

You heard a deep sigh behind you and saw Micheal crouching in the back of the cage. Though your body was sore and you were pretty sure your chin was still bleeding, you ran to him. He opened his arms and allowed you to collapse in them, sinking to the ground with you as you remained wrapped in each other. He tried to soothe you as you cried, but there was nothing he could tell you that would fix this. His brothers were dead, and Eden was leading the other apes to your home.

Home…you wanted to go home

As if hearing your thoughts Micheal squeezed you tighter, whispering, “I know…but we have to be smart. We will not be here forever. We will not die here. We just have to bide our time. Trust me, I promise you’ll get to go home.”

You wiped the tears from your eyes, burying your face in the warmth of his chest and the comfort of his smell. You trusted him, as long as he survived you would too. You would live for each other in hopes of making it out of here alive. Who knows, there were a few mechanical weapons in the vault, maybe Eden made it before the apes could stop her. Maybe your parents were planning a rescue mission as you sat here.

Micheal called your name then, forcing you to look up. He kissed the top of your head, holding you closer, “As fucked up as this is…and as much as I wish you weren’t, I’m really happy you’re here with me.”

You nodded, tucking your head back into his chest. Your fingers dug into his shirt, swallowing hard before you started, “I’m sorry about-”

“Don’t.” He interrupted you, “Just…don’t. Not yet. Have your breakdown now, I’ll have mine later.”

You hiccuped then, “I’ll be there for you when you do.”

He smiled then, genuinely, smoothing his fingers through your hair as you clung to each other, “Thank you.”

….

You had lost track of time, how long you had been here…but now you remembered with painful clarity. There were two things that you were sure of. The first, your home was either never found, or everyone there was killed. You woke up anxious every morning for days, weeks, but you never saw anyone from your vault brought to the settlement. The second, is that you were a year older. You had been taken in the early summer, and summer was once again upon you.

You had been here for over a year. You and Micheal had saved each others lives more times than you could count; sharing food and water, keeping each other warm during the freezing days of winter, sharing pain when punishment was inflicted…and in your case, it was inflicted a lot. You were more aware now of how tired you were, how wrong your body felt compared to how it had been. Even Micheal was not unaffected, he could no longer string a bow, even if he was ordered to. Both of you it seemed could barely carry more than your body weight.

Gol had stopped by your cage today, yanking you out while another gorilla gathered Micheal. For the first time since the two of you arrived, you were separated. You couldn’t do anything about that though, worrying for your own safety when Gol brought you back into his room. There was a large basket in the center of the room, steam billowing out of it. You thought it was food for a moment, disappointed as you approached it to find only water.

Gol grabbed your hair, as he was accustomed to, forcing you to your knees as you cried out in pain. Nowadays the pain blended into itself, to the point you were almost numb, almost couldn’t feel it. The rub was, if you didn’t reassure him that you were hurt by his actions, he would be sure to be rougher with you until he got the reaction he wanted. He grabbed a ragged piece of cloth nearby, dunking it into the water before ringing it out above your head. The water was too hot, causing you to hiss, lurching forward and away from him, your fingers running through your hair to try to alleviate the burning feeling. You didn’t mean to do it, but your scrambling away from Gol and the hot water was a mistake you hadn’t rectified quick enough.

This angered Gol, who let out a roar before grabbing you by the ankle and yanking you back to him. His hand came down and hit you hard across the head, dazing you for a moment as you tasted blood. He had split your lip. At the faintest smell of blood the Gorilla growled his irritation, “Stinking human. Even more vile with that smell on you now. You should be grateful the water is warm. I should throw you in the river like last time.”

The memory caused your body to be wracked by chills, recalling late last winter, just before spring, when you had gotten your monthly. Gol usually ignored it or ignored you until it was done, but something about this one set him on edge. He had opened your cage and dragged you from the settlement, Micheal following after you but too weak to do much about it. Gol had thrown you, clothes and all, into the river to “purge himself of your smell.” You had nearly just stayed underwater, the cold getting to you and the will for air nowhere in sight as you imagined what you had to go back to.

A moment later Micheal had dove in after you. Stark naked, he pulled you out of the river, both of you shaking. Gol had sniffed once and deemed you acceptable enough to return. Micheal quickly stripped you of your clothes, as if you were a child, while you both followed Gol back. He wore his pants, but as he carried your wet clothes he forced you to put on his dry, warm shirt. It barely kept your modesty, but it wasn’t wet or cold. It was enough. Neither of you spoke about you staying under for that long; Micheal didn’t want to believe you would leave him, and you were too ashamed to admit that for a moment you were ready to.

The shame of the memory flooded you, forcing you to find your voice, “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it.”

Gol threw the rag at you, stepping overtop and away from you then before sitting in his nest. He huffed as he studied his most recent trinket he had found on a scouting mission, ordering, “Strip and wash yourself. Do not put your old clothes back on.”

You swallowed and did as he said, mumbling, “Yes, Gol.”

Though you were two different species you still turned your back to him then, every nerve ending in your body becoming a live wire as you sensed the danger behind you. You did enjoy the warmth of the water once it had time to cool, but you did not languish in its comforts, wanting to be done as soon as possible so you could put on fresh clothes.

When you finished, you stood, trying not to hold yourself in a way that showed that you were uncomfortable. Gol glanced at you before rising from his nest, ordering you to follow him. You felt shame well up inside of you as he paraded you back to your cage, jaw clenched as you imagined how many ways you could kill the ape if you only had a weapon. Micheal was already there, also missing his clothes. You both took one look at each other, before quickly glancing away, and pieced together exactly what it was the apes were plotting. Gol shut the door behind you and walked away. Oddly enough, the apes had been avoiding the human enclosures completely today, and now you knew why.

It was early summer, warm enough that there was no chill, but still you felt your skin pebble. Micheal called you then. His back was plastered to the wall of your enclosure, legs and arms spread as he looked away. His eyes were closed for good measure, motioning for you to come sit. He held the only blanket in one hand and you moved without hesitation to sit between his legs, trying to avoid looking at him too out of courtesy. He wrapped the blanket around both of you then, using your back pressed close to his chest to pin a corner in place, doing the same with his back and the wall.

For once, he seemed just as nervous as you. You could feel his heart beat ricocheting against his chest. He blew out a ragged breath, leaning his head back as you curled in to make yourself as small as possible. You felt him swallow, his heart rate slowly lowering until it was back to its normal rhythm. Then there was just silence.

After what felt like an eternity, both of you sitting there, waiting for something to happen, you felt Micheal shift closer to you. He leaned in to whisper discreetly in your ear, “We have a choice to make. Their way, or our way. One way or the other, I need you to trust me.”

You looked up at him then, his mouth set in a harsh line and his eyes stone cold. You reached for his hand under the blanket, squeezing once before admitting, “You know I do.”

“Good. Try to sleep for now,” he whispered. “You’ll need your rest.”

What he was asking wasn’t difficult, no sooner had you closed your eyes did you feel yourself being nudged awake for dinner. In some cosmic joke, both of you were given fresh fruit and fish for dinner. Clean water too. You were shocked, but Micheal was not. He made sure you both ate your fill, hiding an apple and an orange in the folds of his blanket. When the apes returned to take your trough away they leered at the two of you before hooting to each other.

You sneered at the retreating apes, “Apparently, it doesn’t matter what species, all men are pigs.”

“Hey,” Micheal chuckled. “I’ve been nothing but a gentlemen this entire time.”

You scoffed, “You’re the exception, not the rule.”

“That’s more like it.” He teased before becoming serious once more, “Are you ready? We’re moving in about five minutes.”

“Shouldn’t we wait a bit longer?” You asked. “That seems so soon after they just gave us food and water.”

Micheal shook his head, “They left us alone all day with the exception of our baths. They think the privacy will help, so I say we use it against them. It’s already dark, they’re all at the bonfire. No one will come to check on us until sunrise, and we need to use every second we have.”

You nodded, “Alright.”

And true to his word, Micheal was slowly easing two bamboo bars away from where they were spiked into the ground. You were surprised he was able to do it, but he showed you where he had been secretly bending them for weeks to make it weaker. He held it open while you slipped through, then he slipped out backwards himself. He held it as long as he could before slowly releasing it. It snapped back into place and you marveled at his strength, noticing how winded he was from the effort.

“I thought…” you began to say but stopped yourself. “Have you always been this strong?”

Micheal sighed, “More or less, it depends on the day. I couldn’t show the apes that or they would have worked me to death. Can’t say the lie didn’t weaken me still.”

He turned to you then, wrapping the blanket around you. He tied the material in strategic places, ripping and tearing where he needed to so you were covered, but still had full mobility. He used the excess at the bottom to craft a makeshift carrier to hold the apple and orange from earlier. He tied it around your wrist, and just as you wondered why you couldn’t hold it he explained, “We’re going to be climbing, you’ll need both hands.”

You blanched, eyes huge as you hissed, “You intend to scale down the mountain in the dark, barefoot, and naked?”

“Yes,” he said with confidence. “It’s our best chance. I’ll go first and you’ll follow my footholds.”

As you two made it to the edge you glared at him, “You are actively insane.”

He swallowed, “I hope so, because if I wasn’t I don’t think this would work.”

There was just enough moonlight for you to see Micheal, watching carefully as he began to descend. Once he was down a few feet he stopped, holding himself up and motioning for you to follow. The strain on your arms was nearly unbearable, but the idea of freedom forced you to keep your limbs locked and straight. One foot after the other, hand over hand, just don’t look down. You repeated it like a mantra, stopping when he told you to and continuing when he told you to.

After what felt like an eternity, you heard Micheal hit solid ground. You felt your heart kick up and butterflies surge in your stomach. Just as you reached the bottom you felt Micheal’s hands brace you. You let go and allowed him to catch the rest of you. You could have screamed with joy, looking up at the cliff for a moment before turning your attention to Micheal. His brown eyes were shining with happy tears, both of you letting out a few breathy laughs. You embraced then, only for a moment, before Micheal grabbed your hand and set off in a dash to the surrounding woods.

You weren’t sure where you were going, or if he knew where he was leading you two until you came to the river. That was perfect! You could cross and follow it back home, even though you were downstream you knew this river and its path home like the back of your hand. Micheal was a genius!

You turned to tell him as much, when you noticed him picking up a rock from the ground. He examined it closely before rinsing it in the river.

“What are you doing?” You asked, tilting your head in confusion as you stared at the rock in his hand.

He looked at you then, eyes sorrowful, whispering, “I made a promise.”

He dug the rock into the palm of his left hand then sliced it, letting blood run down his wrist and into the grass at your feet. He hissed, dropping the rock and clutching his closed palm.

“What are you doing?” You nearly screamed, remembering to keep your voice low.

He smiled sadly, “Making sure you get home. Why do you think I made sure you were the one covered, and had food?”

You looked down now at yourself then to him, tears prickling your eyes, “You promised we wouldn’t die here, you promised we’d go home together.”

“I have no intention of dying,” he smirked. “But sometimes things are out of our control. It’s almost dawn, I need you to cross the river while I lead the blood trail as far downstream as I can. If I can evade them until noon then I’ll cross and backtrack. If all goes well I’ll get home a day or two after you.”

Tears were streaming down your face now, Micheal pulling you in for a hug, making sure to avoid getting blood on your blanket. You reached up then, grabbing his face in your hands and looking at him. It may be the last time you would be able to do so. With that thought spurring you on, your brought your mouths together in a clash of lips and teeth. It wasn’t perfect, but it was hungry and full of promise. Truthfully, it was a first for you both.

You felt his uninjured hand cup the back of your head, pulling you in closer as the two of you breathed each other in. You broke apart for air, taking a few real breaths before he leaned forward again. It was softer this time, his lips melting into yours as he brought your bodies together. Your hands wrapped around his neck and you felt heat pool in your stomach, mouth falling open as he deepened the kiss.

He groaned in the back of his throat, as if sensing your excitement, but ultimately pulled away. You both were panting, and he had to stop you from leaning in again, tears drying against your cheeks. His pupils were so dark they nearly suffocated the brown, and when he leaned down you thought he would kiss you again. Hell, by the way he grasped onto you, you thought he would take you right here. Instead, he surprised you, choosing to rest his head against yours. His body swayed into yours a moment, and rocked back with you as you pressed firmly into him. You felt the nails and heat of his right hand biting into the flesh of your hip through the blanket, his hold firm but not painful. When had it moved to your hip?

He let out an aggravated groan then, harshly kissing the top of your head, before gently pushing you away, “You need to go. I’ll see you at home in a day or two.”

You took a deep breath, swallowing your heartache as you took a step back. He was still breathing raggedly, nails now biting into his crossed arms. He was holding himself back by the barest of threads. You couldn’t ignore that, respecting his restraint as you slowly made your way into the water. You saw Micheal bend down and wipe his bleeding hand along the ground, away from the edge of the water. He straightened, pushing out more blood before wiping the red streak across his chest.

He noticed your hesitation, a cocky smile taking over his features, which would have seemed more natural on Erik or Kieran as he admitted, “Just so you know, in different circumstances, no one else around, I wouldn’t have hesitated. Even now, you still drive me crazy.”

You felt a blush tint your cheeks, confessing, “Just so you know…I love you. I would have married you in different circumstances.”

True fire lit up his eyes then, a joyous noise coming out in a rush as he pointed his injured hand at you, “You remember in two days that you said that! I’ll come home to you if it’s the last thing I do. If some beast manages to get me before then, I’ll find you in our next life.”

A watery laugh escaped you then, “You still believe in reincarnation?”

“I have to now, don’t I?” He countered, “It’s the only way I’ll be able to marry you more than once.”

You giggled, feeling a chill run up your spine as silence engulfed the two of you. You swallowed, whispering, “I have to go now.”

Micheal hummed, “You do, before dawn breaks. Please, be safe. I love you.”

You nodded dumbly, turning then and diving into the water. The current was strong, but you didn’t fight it, allowing it to carry you as you crossed. When you made it to the bank on the opposite side you crawled until you hit stable ground. It took effort to lift your body from the mud, but you managed. Once you were standing again, you turned to look for Micheal. He had followed you along the edge of the bank on the opposite side, giving a small wave before continuing down stream. You waved back weakly, tears flowing again as a sob threatened to escape your mouth. You choked it down, smothering any noise as you turned towards the woods. You walked in the opposite direction, just as he told you to do, hoping that home was still where you had left it. And, if it wasn’t, you hoped that it would find you in two days.

….

You wiped a tear from your face, scrubbing at your cheek slightly before turning your attention back to Noa. His mouth was slightly open, lips pursed, fingers fidgeting with each other. He looked as sad as you felt. He was true to his word, staying silent through your retelling. He also didn’t rush to say anything after, which you appreciated. You needed this reprieve now that you re-opened that wound. Could you bleed out from emotional pain? At the moment, burying your head into your arms, it felt like it was possible.

Noa moved his arm, as if he was going to comfort you, but thought better of it, pulling it back to his side.

You gasped in a breath, “When I started to recognize where I was on the river, I took off and didn’t stop until I reached home. I had never run so fast in my life…except for maybe the day we met. I found out the gorillas did attack the vault, trying to take people, but were ultimately killed. No survivors were able to report back where the vault was. We lost a lot of people though….my friend, she didn’t make it. I left with my mother a week later. We travelled for months until we settled here. That was about four years ago. She mainly built this place. I helped, but she was the one who thought of everything.”

“Where is…mother?” Noa asked, hand raising under his chin to correspond the sign with the word.

You felt the tears spring forward again, and you looked up to try to stop them from falling. You let out a shaky breath, “One step at a time…I’ll tell you about her some other day, I don’t have it in me right now. She meant...she means so much to me.”

Noa looked down then, something you said striking a nerve in him. He fiddled with the band on his arm, avoiding your eyes. A long sigh came from his nose, his hand coming up in a very human way to rub and hold his brow. His voice was rough as he spoke, “The Echo male…why is he…not here?”

You paused, wishing the words you were about to say were different. “He never came home.”

Noa kept his gaze from you still as he whispered, “I am sorry.”

You hummed in return. What else could you say? You waited for him as long as you could, but ultimately you couldn’t stay there. Your mother knew it too, which is why you both made the selfish decision to leave, sneaking away during the cover of night. You sat up then, pulling your jacket back to you from where it rested on the bed. It had been your mother’s, which she gave to you during the cooler nights of your journey. She never seemed to get cold, though in hindsight she had probably just put your needs before hers, hiding any cold or discomfort from you. You weren’t exactly present during the first half of your journey, just a shell at that point. Living as if life was a dream and nothing mattered. You wished now you could remember those earlier days, showed more appreciation for your mother while she was alive. She had given up everything for you.

Noa sniffed, pointing to the jacket in your hand, “Clothes are…important to Echo?”

You had to smirk, Noa thought it was a safe question to ask. You nodded, “Mhm. They keep us warm, and safe from the outside elements. This belonged to my mother, but now that she’s gone, it belongs to me.”

“Why were your…clothes taken?” Noa asked, lips curling up slightly in what you supposed was confusion or irritation. “After so long…sounded like…there was a purpose…do not understand.”

You bit the inside of your mouth, trying to think how best to respond. Of course Noa wouldn’t understand shame or modesty, it was inherently human after all. You decided to just spit out the ugly truth of the situation, not having a good way to sugar coat it, “The gorillas were trying to get us to reproduce…for whatever reason. Obviously, humans don’t have fur like apes, so clothes not only cover our bodies but our sexes too. Usually, if we remove that barrier in front of someone of the opposite sex, it’s a signal that we want to…mate, I suppose is the word you would use?”

Noa’s gaze finally returned, eyes piercing into yours as he asked, “What word…would you use?”

You shrugged, “We have a few words, I guess it depends on the intent. If it’s for reproduction, which in this case it would have been, then it would be called sex. If it’s with a partner, someone you care about and just want to be with, it’s called love making.”

“Partner…” Noa hesitated. “Is mate?”

“Not necessarily,” you responded. You were grateful for the brief interlude into human customs, even though the subject would have been considered wildly inappropriate with anyone else. “A wife, or in my case, a husband would be the term for a partner that I’d be with for life. A partner in general, can be anyone.”

Noa thought for a moment, “Partner can be…someone who is courting you? Not ma- husband…not husband?”

“Right,” you chuckled. The old English term was rather endearing, though humans preferred the more modern term of dating. Noa didn’t need to know that part, you liked courting better.

Noa looked to the fire then, gaze distant as he allowed his mind to wander with everything you said. You took that moment to enjoy the silence once more. Your next breath was deep, and the air felt cleaner, lighter. The weight of your past had been lifted, even if it didn’t last until morning. Just telling Noa, having him listen and show empathy as you shared your pain, momentarily healed some fractured piece inside of you. In a strange twist, you found yourself wanting to reach out to him now. The sudden pull was undeniable.

“Noa?” You called, getting his attention.

He turned to you then, grunting in response. You reached your hand out then, stopping just an inch or so away from his hand, looking for permission. Surprise was clear in his gaze, looking between your eyes and your hands, so close together but not quite touching. He hooted softly, raising his slightly closed hand, knuckles brushing against yours before you turned your palm, sliding it under his to gently grasp his wrist. His fingers twitched against your skin before you felt him mimic your hold.

For the first time, you noticed his eyes were not focused on yours, trained instead on your joined hands. He tilted his head, turning his arm slightly too in order to get a closer look at what he was holding. He had probably never seen a human up close like this before, his other hand rising to trace the details of your fingers. Your slightly crooked pinky was a moment of interest to him, then the webbing of skin between your fingers, before he moved on to the small scar on the top of your middle knuckle.

While he was focused on exploring your skin, you took the time to study his face unencumbered. You noticed all the muscles there that shifted under the weight of each new thought and emotion. How could one ape be so expressive? Mouth, jaw, and brow just seemed to be an extension of his gaze. He was an open book now that you could see close enough. Confusion, intrigue, and the desire to learn more, all written there, burning within his eyes. Now, it was reflected in his touch as well. You had to fight the urge to laugh as he brushed against the small hairs on your arm, seeming to take interest in the fact you did have hair that was not on your head. You let him continue, wanting the moment to last a bit longer.

You realized this was the first time you had voluntarily let him touch you, and sought out to touch him in return, since the river. This strange truth took you by surprise. That couldn’t be right, thinking back to all of your interactions, but coming up with nothing. Riding together would have been the closest you could think of, but even then it wasn’t necessarily voluntary. It had been out of forced proximity. Maybe that’s where it had started? You couldn’t deny the warmth of his hand, the strange feel of his skin compared to yours was like a balm. It soothed something deep inside of you. Or, maybe that was just Noa. Even that first day you met, when you had invited him back to your shelter, you sensed there was something different about him. It’s like you recognized it subconsciously, some strange likeness in him that called out to you.

Whatever it was, you were grateful for it now. You couldn’t bring your voice above a whisper as you admitted, “I’m glad you’re here with me. It was nice not to wake up alone…even if it did startle me at first. Thank you for bringing me back, and thank you for listening to me. It strangely felt…good, to say it all out loud.”

Noa’s mouth pressed in a thin line, eyes traveling from your hands, up your arm to your shoulder. They paused briefly at your neck before jerking to your face. You felt his thumb twitch against your wrist, next to your pulse, before he said, “You saved me…after your history with apes…means more now…than before…thank you…will always be here…if you need me.”

You couldn’t lie, throat tight as you confessed, “You shouldn’t think so highly of me because of that. I had no plans to save you. The truth is I don’t know or understand why I did it. I saw you fighting for your life and I just…reacted.”

Noa’s grip tightened a fraction, his gaze reflecting something similar to clarity. It was if a great weight had been lifted from his mind. That’s when his eyes lowered, his free hand smoothing over the top of yours, trailing up to your forearm before sliding back down. You watched in rapt fascination, the graceful movement of his hand as he did it again. You thought he would say something, but he didn’t, seemingly too focused on the moment. Too focused on his hand going up your arm, then back down. He didn’t seem angry or upset about your telling him the truth, so you took comfort in that. That’s when you felt your thumb, clasped loosely around his wrist, start to mimic his hand, sweeping up and down in that same soothing manner. The hair there tickled your skin as you moved it.

His eyes were never wary of yours, but you noticed a flitting back and forth between your stare and your stroking hands. It was contemplative, but soft at the same time. You both continued to just watch your hands move, easing into the actions of the other. He continued his hypnotic back and forth movement, causing a contented sigh to be released from you. The next time he caught your now drowsy stare, the right side of his lips curved upwards. Your mouth parted slightly, breath caught in the back of your throat as your heart skipped a beat. It all fell apart for you then; suddenly feeling too intimate as you continued to sit, touching Noa, in silence. You broke eye contact, looking down as you stopped moving, very slowly and gently pulling your arm from his grip. He noticed your discomfort immediately, releasing you just as gently.

Always so careful with you. Always allowing you to decide when to pull away.

He brought his hands slowly back to his lap, and you brought yours to your chest. You felt your heart pounding against your palms, and you wondered when that had started. You felt the tension in the space rise, your eyes sliding back up trepidatiously to meet Noa’s. There was that intensity again…and you wished you knew what he was thinking

“Jumbled.” Noa finally said.

You saw his mouth move, but didn’t quite hear the word over the sound of your pulse in your ears, “What?”

Noa made that same gesture he had at the library, hand to his chest, “Inside…jumbled spirit.”

You scoffed, trying to lighten the mood, “I killed a boar today, and I’ll give you the fact I hit the pavement like a rag doll, but I’m not jumbled, Noa.”

“Yesterday,” he corrected, smiling now. You rolled your eyes playfully before he continued, “You feel alone…even when you are not…do not want to be touched…but enjoy when you receive affection…scared of apes…but care about Anaya and Soona.”

“And you,” you added unintentionally. The way it rolled so naturally off your tongue surprised you.

Noa chuffed, grinning triumphantly, “See?…How can you be scared…and care at the same time?”

You leaned back against the stone ledge, shrugging, “I don’t know. Maybe it’s because humans are complicated and capable of complex thoughts and feelings?”

Noa turned his head away from you, making a gesture you didn’t understand as he blew out air from his mouth. It felt like a natural response to you being cheeky though. When he turned back he pointed at your chest, “I fix jumble…you teach to read odd sounding…book.”

You tilted your head then, “Are you trying to make a deal with me?”

“No,” Noa huffed, arms crossing. “You have no say…this is what I have…decided.”

“You do realize I was going to teach you to read anyway?” You laughed.

Noa hummed, “Yes…but now I…give back.”

He was always giving back

“Ah,” you said. “And how exactly do you plan to fix the jumble?”

He moved from his sitting position then, standing in a crouch to offer you both of his hands, “Will let you know…when I figure it out…one step…at a time Echo.”

You chuckled in the back of your throat, hesitating only a moment before taking his hands. At first, you expected a swift jerk or a harsh pull upwards, but instead you felt his grip shift. He was carful of your palms, holding the backs of your hands and your wrists now as he carefully pulled you towards him. You were able to keep both feet under you, and Noa merely braced your weight as you pushed yourself to stand, making sure you were stable before releasing you all together. At times like these, you appreciated the intense focus he seemed to have around you, for it allowed him to notice the smaller details you wouldn’t normally think of yourself.

Noa looked down towards the ground for a moment, brows furrowed, then at his still open hands in front of him, before mentioning, “You have never denied…an offer…to touch you.”

“What?” The suddenness of the statement confused you.

Noa stretched out his hand then, as if to demonstrate, “When I offer…you take…when I ask… you agree…you are not afraid when I touch you…when you know I will.”

You shrugged, “I suppose, but that only makes sense. I’m expecting it.”

Noa shook his head then, arms mirroring the motion, a strange look in his eye as he tried to explain, “Ape touch…my touch…not bad.”

“Noa.” You tried to follow, to understand what he was saying, but he was either too excited or he didn’t fully comprehend what he was trying to say either. “I know you have no intentions to hurt me. I know that, but I can’t help my reactions sometimes when-”

“You do not dislike…when I touch you.” Noa interrupted, and it somehow sounded both like a question and a statement.

You licked your lips then, finally understanding what he meant. Your eyes darted to his palms before returning to his face. You shook your head, “I don’t dislike it.”

The admission made heat rush to your cheeks, even though it was an innocent statement. Noa hummed then, swaying slightly as he took a step away from you. You felt your next breath come in a bit easier. He picked up your spear from the ground, where he had been sitting earlier, leaning it against the rock of the cave before saying, “We will start there…build on that.”

The heat did not dissipate from your cheeks from his words, your mind adding fuel to the fire as you imagined multiple ways “building on that” could go. You choked down the heat enough to steady your voice as you asked, “Are you leaving?”

Noa turned then, smirk playing on his lips and brow raising, “Want me…to stay?”

How in the hell were you meant to answer that?! You were sure for a moment your brain stopped working as you attempted to process his words. As if sensing your turmoil, Noa shuffled in place, huffing, “Must return…time approaches for…Great Climb of the season...as Master of Birds I have…much to do.”

You nodded, not quite understanding, but appreciating that he saved you from further embarrassment. You cleared your throat then, legs stiff as you took a few steps towards him, “I’ll walk you out.”

Noa waited for you to be next to him before he took another step towards the exit. You walked out first, watching comically as he had to bend at the waist to get out. He eyed your entrance, wondering, “You will…be able to move rock…now and later?”

You sighed, “Probably not, I’m going to close it half way, nothing should be able to get in that way and I can still slip out if I need to.”

“Sore?” He asked.

“Very,” you half laughed. “It was an…eventful day. Not sure if I can say that it was a good or bad one though. When you aren’t so busy with preparations, we’ll start your reading lessons. So, let me know, okay?”

“Tomorrow,” Noa said confidently, swaying slightly closer to you. “After midday.”

His eagerness did not surprise you, smiling, “Alright. Tomorrow, midday. The three of you can meet me by the creek. Same place as usual.”

He nodded, glancing over to his horse, whose tail was swishing back and forth in irritation at being tied up for so long. Noa returned his attention to you then, sighing, “Be safe…will see you…tomorrow.”

“You be safe as well, it’s dark.” You stated the obvious, internally kicking yourself before giving a small wave. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

[junkienet]

✱ DEAR LIFE ANCHOR ？ buffoon anaya.

fluff ⌇ being cute with a partner undertone ⸻ ﹙ 𝒜lt ﹒ universe ﹚ established relationships. 𝒻.ᐟreader

LATER THAT AFTERNOON ◞ 03 : 56 o ' clock. ⸻ before a playful banter.

anaya's glum fingers scour along the elliptical crest of your waist—line , squeamish. the orbicular mold of his orbs candied in alabaster phosphoresce , apathetic to the incandescent sun at the edge of his scruff , the burnt sienna of his bosom splosh in a duvet of molasses tufts , herding the ridge of your pigmented cheek in a flush of apricot gradation.

his mango―juice plopping lips chuffed in barks of rapacious tomfoolery , his abdomen upsurged in collision with your mane. his fingernails towed in parallel with the silhouette of your feathery belly beneath the dishevel polyester of your viridian flannel , probing the stretch—marks that watered your hip—joints , dimming the gurgle that embellished the gossamer azure sky.

the apex of his mouth is lenghten in kiddish rouse and skepticism , the zucchini—cushion of his fingers blundered against those of the right palm in a totter. his cloying prickles compose your laughter to rupture , and the inevenness of the rim of your eyes when smiling nacreous cause him to fatten his thorax in veracious deity.

he undulated from side to side , scuttling his talons on the pallid surface of the meadow. his canicular exhalations tang your temple , the periodicity of his voice prattling in the concavity of your gullet. " the echo waist . . . very small. " he scratched with bulbing shoulder blades as he bleats a chortle.

" is that so? " the frolicking ape nods with teeny weeps of assertion , sloping his head in inspection.

the bristly pasture of his exorbitant , herculean arm , bandaged the warp of your torso , his thumb pressurise the shell of your rib cage in proclivity. " made for anaya. "

SEXY JUTSU LIKE NARUTO ©JUNKIENET ╱ 2024.

[bigfatbreak1]

Do you guys remember that one vine with those kids screaming “Fuck Kevin Durant!!!”

IDK, I just feel like it’s really relevant rn.

[sweet-old-hereafter]

ARE WE WAKING UP TO SOONAYA YET bc they’ve got potential

[blogthebooklover]

Noa: (to Mae) Friends do not spy Anaya: (comforting Mae before agreeing with Noa) I forgot about that Mae: (turns to Noa) I spied because I care Noa: I care too! Mae: Well, WHY didn't you say so? Noa: I JUST DID! Mae: ALL RIGHT FINE! Noa: (dramatic screams) Mae: (dramatic screams) Noa: (SCREAMS) Mae: (SCREAMS) Anaya: (trying to keep the peace between them)

[liminalsspace]

This was been on my mind recently and all I’m saying is Koba is a girly boss

[lotusbee]

My Bird Calls are open if anyone wants to send a request or some questions you're more than welcome to ☺️

[diaphene]

i seriously thought anaya was going to betray them out of fear … i had a weird feeling

[aphrmoosun]

"You cannot make a climb without Anaya!"

[phan3145]

Title: Slippery Slope. Fandom: Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( Cursing, almost drowning) Pairing: Eventual Noa x Human!Reader.

Chapter 1: Seven Months Ago

Noa

It wasn’t very cold this late in the season thankfully, but the constant rain made a chill cling to his body. Anaya and Soona walked next to him, the misting of water clinging to their fur and making it stand on end. It seemed as if it was finally ready to stop for a short period though, he noticed the dark clouds above head dissipating. Soona, seeing the same thing, shook her body to clear it of the remaining water. She sighed happily as Anaya chose to copy her, more obnoxious as he purposely shook to throw water back onto Soona. She hissed playfully before hooting, pointing forward at the younglings in lesson down by the creek with his mother.

He kept his eyes peeled for any potential threat, Eagle Sun visibly gliding overhead. He had a weird feeling about today, one that left him on edge as he continued to scan their surroundings. Anaya attempted to say something amusing to get his attention, but it was ignored in favor of his need to focus.

He heard Soona scoff and hoot behind him, but he truthfully hadn’t heard a word Anaya said. He stopped abruptly when he saw movement across the creek, or at least, he thought he had. It was downwind, so even as he scented the air, he wouldn’t be able to detect anything. Nothing that could threaten his clan outright.

“ You are…distracted.” Soona questioned, “Worried?”

Anaya hooted, “Too serious…now that he is leader…why not go…down and have fun…with younglings…elder?”

“Why?” He questioned, turning to bat at Anaya. “When you are here.”

Soona hooted as Anaya jumped and avoided his swings, “The creek is high…perhaps smart..to be on look out…Dar should have waited…until drier to take…younglings out.”

“Mother knows…what’s best…never would put young ape…in danger.” He reasoned, another flash of movement across the creek once again stilling him. “Besides…who knows when rain…will stop for good.”

He made motion for Soona and Anaya to follow him, making their way down the muddy, uneven embankment to the edge of the water, where his mother and the younglings were. She was teaching them about high waters and how the fish migrate, how rough waters mean fishing that day would be near impossible for Eagle. Instead, learning to build wooden traps for fish, allowing Eagle to rest while they hunted.

The moment the three of them descended the creek bank, all concentration by the younglings was lost. They rushed over to meet the infamous Sunset Trio, chasing after Anaya as he ran around them, and grasping at Soona’s decorations when she crouched to greet them. He made his way towards his mother, a few younglings silently trailing after him. It was a reminder that as the new Master of Birds there was a sort of reverent respect that came with that.

“Hah!” he exclaimed, jumping around to face the younglings. They fell on top of one another and hooted their enjoyment at the scare before running off to join Soona or Anaya.

He hooted lowly to himself with no small amount of pride. Who was the elder now? He didn’t need reverent respect. He didn’t feel as if he had fully earned it. Not like his mother…not like his…

“Son,” his mother called warmly. “Nice to see you bonding…with younglings for once…You seem…concerned…what troubles you?”

His mother, ever observant, as he leaned down to touch heads with her in a brief greeting. He tried to be discreet as his eyes trailed over that same spot across the creek where movement had been. From this vantage point he could see that there was nothing, but still scented the air to be sure.

He caught a whiff of small game, rabbit or a raccoon perhaps. Another whiff made him think again…perhaps skunk. His mother followed his line of sight, returning her gaze to him after a moment as she signed, I’ve noticed all lesson. Subtle movement, but does not leave or reveal itself. I think, no threat.

He huffed, returning her message, If no threat, why sign?

“Better to be safe…Just in case…though the creek…does provide safety…from anything on that side.”

She was right of course, the creek now mirrored a small river, swollen from the rain. It’s height would be more concerning if it wasn’t for the fact the bank’s own height could hold three times the creeks height. He imagined a long time ago more water existed than what does today, making it impossible to trek from one side to the other.

Most animals could swim, but not ape. They didn’t have much of an advantage if something wanted to cross and attack. An elder such as his mother and a group of younglings? It would be too easy. He never had to worry about such matters before, never had anyone truly depend on him making the right decisions. How did Koro do it? How did he make it look so effortless?

His eyes hadn’t strayed from that part of the creek, waiting for any type of movement to alert him of another presence, but his gaze remained distant as his thoughts danced around him. His mother saw that far off look and slowly placed a gentle palm on his forearm, knowing that what her son’s eyes were looking at was not what he was seeing. In that way, he reminded her so much of Koro. His concentration was broken then, finally turning away from the vegetation and to the chimpanzee who raised him. He offered an apologetic look, the gentle motion allowing him to take a breath and relax into her touch.

Of course, the relief didn’t last long. There was a shifting and a rumble in the ground that caused everyone to freeze in place. It ended almost as soon as it started, his instincts telling him something was wrong. Again, he scented the air, only smelling his clan and the wet ground. Then, Soona hooted for his attention, pointing wildly up stream.

He noticed water, much like the salty waves that had been present at Proximus’ kingdom, descending towards them. He remembered then. There was a dam far upstream…and he could only conclude that the deafening noise and shift of ground was from it breaking. The harsh build up of rain that had been relentless, it must have overwhelmed the decaying structure.

Without wasting any time he called out, “Climb!”

He began to help his mother out of the creek bed, making sure she was secure on higher ground before racing to help Anaya and Soona further up stream. They were hoisting younglings up the bank, which had become unstable. A few had reached the top, only to slide back down from the ground giving way beneath them.

He saw the wave gaining momentum in the distance, the creek water already rising at their feet. He screeched for attention, ordering, “Soona…Anaya…go up top. Grab younglings from…safe footing.”

They did as he instructed, sliding a few times themselves before reaching the top. They backed up a step or two as the soil crumbled beneath their feet along the edges. He immediately began handing younglings up to them, whimpering and crying in fear as each one waited for their turn. Once up, they would run to his mother, who waited at the edge of the tree line, keeping track of them all and making sure they stayed back and out of the way.

Soona began to have a panicked look on her face the longer it took to get the younglings up. He ignored it, turning away to grab the last two before he heard her call, “Noa…the water!”

He didn’t waste time looking, holding a youngling by the scruff of their neck in each hand, before practically throwing them up into Soona and Anaya’s outstretched arms. He felt their weight released from his grip just as the wave had struck his side. He thrust his body forward and for a moment, digging his palms and feet into the moist soil of the side, he believed that it would hold him.

It did prevent the initial wave from taking him…but the rushing current was too strong for the loose dirt beneath his grip began to melt and crumble between his fingers.

“No..no…no!” he called as he felt his body be pulled away from safety. He kept trying to grip the soil as Anaya and Soona chased after him, knowing if he could just hold on for a few seconds one of their arms would be there for him to grasp onto.

It was not to be, as a log came charging rapidly towards him. He couldn’t have avoided it, feeling his body be knocked under the water as it slammed into him. Pain exploded in his left arm from the impact, and as the water carried him further under he felt his body roll and tumble against the sediment at the bottom of the creek.

Small rocks ground into his fur and scraped his nose, disorienting him further before he found a way to kick from the ground and burst back to the surface. Taking a large gulp of air, he was brutally reminded of another situation similar to this. Just then, another rush of water forced him under. The scars of Proximus and his Kingdom were more than skin deep, as he felt fear churn his stomach, more so than the water that churned his body. He heard Soona calling his name, somehow managing to breach the surface again. Anaya was screeching in a panic as he attempted to keep pace with his body being carried down stream. Anaya had always had been the fastest amongst the three.

He found himself submerged again, only for a moment as the creek had been shallower here, his feet instantly catching on the bottom before the current catapulted his body forward again. He tried thinking of a way to get out of the water, before his body lost the will to fight the current. Breaking to the surface, he noticed movement up ahead, on the opposite side of the creek from where he had been. That same flurry of movement he had seen before in the corner of his eye. It’s then he noticed the drop off from the creek. It wasn’t high, in comparison to the heights he’s fallen from, but the pool of water beneath it was deep. If he went down he’d never come back up.

Body going under once more in the torrid rapids of the raging water, he found himself thrown towards the middle of the creek, further away from Anaya and Soona on his left. He had a choice to make then and was running out of time to make it. With determination to reach the opposite side and stop himself, he willed his body into a crouch under water, forcing it not to tumble forward. In this position, he used all four limbs to launch himself from the bottom of the creek, angling his body towards the right.

So close still, he heard Anya and Soona relentlessly calling out to him, but further away from them now as he reached for anything in sight. The vegetation towards the edge, the rocks along the sides of the bank covered in slippery moss; he hoped against hope that something would not give way under his weight. In vain, he saw the drop approach, desperation heightening his fear amid the crushing force of the water. Then, he saw an arm suddenly thrusted out for him to grab.

He took it, not hesitating nor having the time to notice what kind of arm he was desperately grasping hold of. He sputtered up water once he stopped moving, taking in a full breath of air that shook his water logged lungs. He heard a whine above him then, head snapping up when he realized he was merely being suspended in the raging water, not being pulled out. He realized then, it wasn’t an ape arm holding him. Tanned, hairless flesh greeted him as he followed the length of the arm up to lock eyes with the straining female Echo above him.

Aghast amazement filled his eyes as she struggled to support him. It was more impressive she was able to stop him at all, surely he thought his weight would overpower her. A coil of rope was around the arm grasping his, and she made a motion to loop it around his other arm and shoulder. Here, he did hesitate, but the crunching sound of her feet sliding against the rock made him realize…it was either trust her, or take her down with him.

He did as she instructed, letting the loop encircle him under his arms and around his shoulders. She glanced behind her before looking back to him. She motioned with her left hand to grip the rope. He did as she wanted, and he felt her grip on him loosen. He panicked, clasping onto her hand tighter. Her face scrunched in pain before she once more gestured for him to grip the rope. That’s when it dawned on him.

She intended to let go.

He couldn’t see if the rope was secure to anything besides himself and the girl. The idea filled him with fear, but feeling debris start to brush against him it was only a matter of time before something bigger came along like that first log. He nodded once at her, bracing himself as he released her hand and gripped the rope. He went back under the water, his heart stopping at the notion that he might not resurface this time, before a harsh lurch returned him to the surface. He tightened his grip, eyes closing briefly before opening them to find his bearings. Looking up, the girl was gone.

Then, he felt the rope pulling him. It was slow, but big lurches at a time had his body steadily rising from the water. He hooted, reaching for the edge of the rock the girl had grabbed him from, attempting to pull himself up. The current was still very strong and he noticed he had suddenly lost his advantage. He was no longer being pulled upwards, freezing midair with only half of his body out of the water. His feet scrambled for purchase under water, his upper body muscles screaming as he tried to move with no real leverage. Just as he thought he wouldn’t be able to lift himself from this vantage, the girl had returned, poking her head over the edge of the rock.

She tugged on his arm, her gaze shifting across the creek for a moment before releasing him as if his fur had burned her. She made as if to back away, then looked down at him once more. He saw her swallow, look behind herself, then further up the river. Her eyes locked with his, steeling herself for he didn’t know what. Suddenly, she was crouched in front of him.

His shock was obvious when her arms went under his, a gasp leaving his mouth as she pressed herself cheek to cheek with him. Time seemed meaningless then, being enveloped this close to her, the newness of her scent flooding his senses. He felt her jaw clench, heard the deep breath she took before she began to pull him up with, what he imagined was, all of her might. Time resumed, he began pushing himself forward as she pulled, trying to assist her as much as possible.

The tips of his fingers were starting to crack open, some already bleeding as he refused to release his grip from the rough surface of the rock below him. Once the majority of his body was over the ledge, he heard the girl grunt, using her weight as a counter balance, leaning back and pulling his weight into her lap. From here, his feet kicked off the side of the rock, gaining momentum to throw himself forward the rest of the way.

He was out of the water, having just enough mind to roll to the side as his body collapsed in relief. He was still partly on top of the girl, her arm and shoulder pinned under him. She didn’t protest though, her body having fallen sideways too. Both of them were panting, more than willing to take a moment to relax now that their excursion had ended. He raised his head to face her fully, grateful beyond words as their eyes locked onto one another. It shouldn’t have been a surprise, given the circumstances of what had just happened, but he only now noticed the intelligence that was held in her exhausted gaze. He blinked once, a thousand questions flooding his mind. He blinked twice and the realization must have shown on his face, for in the next instant he felt her arm frantically wriggling out from beneath his weight.

He was too slow to react as she fell backwards in an attempt to free herself from him. His shock wore off as she scooted away on all fours, springing to her feet. He attempted to do the same, watching her bolt for the tree line in front of them. He thought surely he could catch her before she vanished, gaining ground quickly on all fours. He lunged for the material of her clothing before he was harshly reminded of the rope.

One minute he was on her heels, and the next thing he knew his face was planted into the ground. His pride more wounded than anything, he hissed as he looked up at her retreating form amongst the vegetation. He pulled the offending rope off of him, showing no gratitude even though it had just saved his life. He huffed, ready to charge forward when he was reminded once more of the world around him.

“Noa!” Soona called from across the creek.

He stopped then, turning to see her and Anaya waving with concerned looks on their faces. He grunted, waving his arm in a sign that he was okay, his focus drawn once again to the tree line next to him.

“Noa…no…don’t!” He heard Anaya yell in warning.

Soona was quick to join in, “Just meet back…up river…go home…don’t chase!”

He swallowed, frustrated as his breaths came in quicker bursts. He contemplated letting the Echo go, forgetting any of this had even happened. He wiped excess water from his face, looking up to see Eagle Sun flying above the tree tops… further into the woods. Tracking. He was tracking the Echo. With that, his mind was made up.

“Get everyone…home safe.” He called to Soona and Anya. “I will…return…by nightfall.”

With no time to listen to their cries of protest, he launched himself into the woods in search of the Echo girl who had just saved him. The only thing that ran through his mind as he pursued her tracks, was a single sentence.

Here we go again.

[phan3145]

Me wanting to incorporate this into my story but having no place for it right now. Someone PLEASE write this 😭❤️

A minor inconvinience happens

"I'm going to go into the woods and let the wolves eat me GOD"

The apes: 😦

Caesar gets that it's technically a joke but also don't say that

Bet you have an ape going with you each time you go into the woods from this day on, just in case 😂

Also, with Noa:

One thing you fail to do for the umpteenth time (despite many explanations to help you get it right)

You: GOD somebody HITS ME Noa: N-No? *explains that one thing ONCE AGAIN, showering you with praises to give you confidence* Soona: Here, look! *shows you how to do it one more time, slowly so you can observe each steps* Anaya: ... *slaps the back of your head* GASP *everyone is shocked even you* Noa: ANAYA NO!

Do not tell me Anaya would not take it literally 😂

[blastoqueen]

Sunrise.

Chapter 4

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. The chapter problably has a lot of bad english, but in my defense I wrote this with a terrible headache. Anyway this doesn’t have a lot of plot, I just wanted to write something sweet between them

When Noa looked at Mae, the first thing that came to mind was her eyes. Bright blue, looking deep into his soul. Next thing he thought of was her long hair, entangled and dirty, he often wanted to tell her that she should just cut it all.

“If you are going to be a hairless being, do it right” he never dared to say those words out loud, but the need was strong.

There was a part of him, a confusing and strange part of him, that wanted to touch the brown hair and detangled every not. He has seen Mae do that with her hands.

It had been two weeks since Mae settled in the village. Noa never told the human, but it took a lot of convincing and yelling for the elders to accept her permanently into their clan. He felt almost embarrassed when he had to make an announcement to the rest of the apes, telling them that Mae was a part of them now, and that they should respect her as long as she did her part in the community. Of course, there were disagreements, but eventually most of them came to accept the Echo in the Eagle Clan.

“But going back to her hair…”

------------

“Why only females… come with you?” Soona asked Mae. They were at the lake, getting clean.

“Actually, humans don´t shower next to each other… ideally” the human responded.

“Why?” Case, Soona´s friend interrogated.

“We are shy”

Mae removed her clothes and step into the water, joining the other two females, who were fighting playfully.

“Are you mom?” Case asked.

“What?”

“Your chest”

Mae felt self-conscious, she braced herself, covering up her breast and looking away.

“No, I´m not a mom”

“Oh. Echo thing then”

Soona pinched her friend.

“Chest is big” Soona explained, trying to get Mae out of her shy shelf “Only moms get chest that big… to feed”

“Oh” the human girl said, she uncovered herself, starting to scrub the dirt out of her skin “Yeah, for humans is normal. Most girls have this. You don’t have to be a mom”

They continued getting clean, and when they were done, they relaxed in the grass, watching the sunset.

“I know nobody… sees beauty in you” Case said “but I do. I think you are… pretty”

Mae stayed silent for a few seconds, not sure if she should feel offended.

“I see the beauty too” said Soona “Your body… is different, hairless, thin. But there is beauty… in that. Even if you… are not like ape”

The human smiled, she felt safe, appreciated, loved.

She felt also pretty. And that was nice

--------

“Where were you, Mae?!” Noa asked. He came running to her and almost hug her. Luckily, he stopped in time “Hair is wet”

“Calm down. I was taking a shower, with the girls” Mae said, almost ignoring him and passing by him

“What? You took shower recently” the ape started to follow her into her room in one of the towers.

“Yeah, humans need to shower often. Be grateful, otherwise you would be begging me to take a shower”

When they got into her shared room, she stopped him right at the entrance.

“Goodnight Noa” she said with a smile. This would be fun.

“Wait what?” the male got confused, she wasn’t going to let him in? Maybe chat a little bit like other nights?

“I share this room, Noa. I can´t just invite a boy whenever I want” she had this grin on her face… the ape catch on her game.

“Oh, I see. Well, if I cannot come in, maybe you should come out” he responded back, leaning into the wall.

“And go where?” Mae asked with a funny smile.

“You´ll see”

“Would there be climbing? You know I prefer walking”

“Do not worry. We take horses” he said. Mae closed the door of her room, ready to follow the Eagle Clan leader.

She started to walk when a hand stopped her.

“And by the way, if we climb, just get on my back, Echo” Noa whispered in her ear.

-------

“Are you allowed to run away in the middle of the night?” Mae asked.

They were in a green field with knee-length grass walking under the moon light and a torch.

“I am not running away” the ape said distracted, looking down to the grass, concern in his face.

“What´s wrong?”

“They should be dancing”

“What?”

“I wanted to show you the lighting dancers”

Mae stared at the ape. Was he loosing his mind?

“Wait!” Noa spoke “They are here”

Right when the girl was about to make a sarcastic comment, a firefly emerge from the grass, shining bright. Then, more of them started to fill the air. Dancing.

“Have you seen one of these?” Noa asked her

“No. I read about them. But I have never… woah”

The human watched fascinated how those little insects were producing light and just flying around, illuminating the dark night. It was truly amazing.

“Thank you for showing me this” Mae said with happiness.

“Anytime”

The fireflies kept dancing and Noa kept falling.

[phan3145]

I have no words! Just giggles and excitement for (potentially) the last chapter!!!

Also, petition to nickname Anaya “The Wingman” because he absolutely is the BEST ❤️

Oblivion. ( Noa x Human! Reader ) Part Fifteen.

oh my god this chapter and then one more what am i going to do with my life. posting two hours early? WHAT.

Title: Oblivion. Fandom: ( Kingdom of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: T. ( VERY SEXUAL IMPLICATIONS HERE, strong sexual language used, Ape Mating, Human Sex. You get the drill. ) Pairing: Noa x Human!Reader. Words: 8.8K+ ( WHEEEEE ) Summary: Two days did not seem like such a long time. Hours did not seem like such a long time. But minutes? They seemed to drag themselves into eternity. READ THE SERIES HERE.

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・

Five Months Later.

“Two more days.” Noa’s voice was as steadfast as it had been, your hair being tangled between the thick fingers of his left hand as your own grip rose to touch against the bandage of thin fabric he had cased around his wrist that was used to ensure that Eagle Sun did not claw at his bare skin, pressing his fur in to his tendons and all you wanted was to be touch the untouchable. The fabric was coarse from use and tattered right around the edges, your eyelids falling shut slowly as the Chimp who held onto your head dredged ahead and let himself sink into a palmful of your skull in order to keep your head positioned for him to see your expression. 

The dim light of the fire in the corner of your small hut was indicative enough to Noa’s internal clock that told him he needed to leave soon; sharing a nest was protested against unless you were in the communal bundle of other Apes that slept together out of a desire of being close or if you were already a Mated pair. You were too private to share in the nature of communal sleeping, something that took the Master of the Birds time to understand but it ultimately fell down to the innate Echo aspect of privacy once more. And well…

“Two more days.” You were self assured in that as you ran your fingers against the band on his wrist before it dropped a small bit as you went against the grain of Noa’s furred forearm. 

“Would not have believed…” Noa started and rubbed the back of your head soothingly, urging you in some estranged way to urge your body forward which you were inclusive to at the time and shifted so bring your body against his own.

Slowly, you were languid in how your thighs parted, Noa’s eyes drifting downwards at the motion that was familiar but held such a touch of aggravated assault against his sense of smell. “When… I offered you to stay… You would become… so important…” “I’m not that important.” You grumbled from deep in your chest, the sound reverberating through Noa as he felt his mouth fall ajar at the tone. You were being… Humble, Noa thought of the Echo word you had taught him. Humble. Low importance to yourself, the leathered skin of his palm moved over your ear and tickled at the top as Noa pet you affectionately before he transitioned to the top of his fingertips against your cheek. 

High importance to the Ape, he felt shell-shocked at his body’s own mind as his weight fell back as if he had no control over the movements. Grunting upon impact drew into your primal desires, your body wanting to follow him down. His spine conformed against the animal pelts that carried your scent, the hue that clung to them was dimly different than the fragrance that was hitting at him now. This one was sturdy and potent, fresh and wet.

He wanted to lap it up with his tongue as his breathing began to pick up, chest rising and falling against your hands as you dangled yourself into a position to hover above him. Noa’s nostrils flared as he drew a deep breath in to coat his lungs and minds in a bid to remember the shifting in your pheromones, unknown to both of you for it had only been captivated a few other times. 

Dragging yourself down with him, Noa felt cross-eyed as you brought your forehead against his own, slotting your longer legs into the crevices by his pelvic bone. Ghosting over his own waist, you never allowed full contact and felt Noa dragging the grazing against your face to your bottom lip where he traced the plump nature and tugged downwards. Like the dream he had been in… When you two met before Death. Noa found infliction towards the action and stared longingly at the flattening of your teeth as you bared him a gentle smile which bounced when he released his touch. 

“Are you… not afraid?”

“I am.”

You admitted with ease, such a crazed juxtaposition to when you first began this journey with the talks of romantic love. How you never allowed yourself to admit anything to him before was such a foreign idea as you felt free as an Eagle now. Noa felt the sensation of your hands against his chest as he fluttered his eyes to captivate you from beyond his thin eyelashes. Hard to see still from the light, but with you so close to him, Noa was able to see that your own irises were dilated before your eyes fell shut. 

The Chimp used the muscles in his neck to touch your forehead more affectionately before he relaxed his neck down and the hooded nature of his gaze underneath his hard browline ran shock down your own spine as you sat fully onto him. Noa noticed. The stiffening of his own self against the placement of your weight was evident as the odd push and pull in his stomach reminded him of being sick from eating too many mangoes. Not unpleasant, he liked the fruit and it always left him a sticky mess that he got to lick off his muzzle and fingers but the Ape felt abundantly full despite the last meal you shared a few hours prior being rather light. 

“Me too.”

He admitted in return, that pinch in his stomach dropping to his navel and with another shuffle of your hips against his own, the fabric of your pants grinding against his fur too harshly and friction based contact was known to both of you, Noa felt it drop to drench his hip bones with unconfined fire. Harder than he intended, a large hand smacked against your hip and pulled you down onto him even further accompanied by a minor lift of his lower half. “It is… confusing.” “We’ll know better in two days.” You whispered in a hushed tone and lifted your body upwards and tossed your head back as Noa rode you against him, fully clothed the both of you as you tucked your hands downwards and into the thin nature of the twined belt that got to hug around his lower waist, the satchel attachment had been forgotten but the belt itself remained against him and you felt jealous that it got to rest so easily against him.

Noa’s mouth popped open at the brashed induction of your hands with a huff, snarling his teeth for a minute lingerance as he felt his nostrils flare once more.. Was this… Echo? It had to be, he thought and looked down, desperate to see the new contact but to no avail as it was done against the darker indentations of his fur.

“Two days.” Noa repeated to you, raising himself onto his forearms and fixed his gaze into your own. Swiping your bottom lip where he had caressed so lovingly just a minute ago drove Noa to stiffen below you once more, feeling a hardness that was getting more desperate between his legs, now casing right against his left thigh and holding itself against the fur there. What… Noa panted and no attempts of breathing were going to help him anymore. What were you doing to him? 

Once again as he had done so many times in the past, Noa looked at your jugular and felt himself grow in a heightened state of notice of the smaller aspects of your body and how it moved, not unpleasant. The usual stifle of your heartbeat against the vein your neck was pounding now, your hands were against his hips and dug into the bone there. More, he yearned for it and grasped the side of your neck and drew his face into the crevice that you offered when your head tilted to the side, the exaltation of your breath against the Apes ear enough to send him into an infinity worth of overdrive.

Echo, Echo, Echo. This was all so Echo! The way that you smelled. Like a flower of sorts… Begging a pee to pollinate.The way you were touching him, your hands so much smaller than Noa’s which were doing nothing more than digging their imprints into your t-shirt bunched hip bones. There was mutual affliction that he was giving back, the fur that was touching any part of your bare body enough to send all of your senses into overdrive and you knew…

Oh how you knew that if Noa was willing, he’d toss you onto your back and take what you wanted him to take. Two days made no difference. Two days… Swallowing hard, Noa’s face twitched at the sound that catapulted from that and earned himself your hands relinquishing their control on his hips to seek elsewhere. 

Noa’s mind was yelling at him as he raised his pelvic bone to get more of what you were offering him. You were barely able to comprehend, your own mouth falling open as you brought your fingertips downwards to the cap between your bodies. Noa--- What… Were you doing!? It felt… Almost… Good…!

Noa growled hard as your touch barely hit the velvety skin of what was stifled against his thigh, your position finally allotting him to spring free from the metaphorical cage it had been trapped in.Noa jerked with the force of his legs that were much stronger than you had bargained for in the first place, your entire form falling nearly flat on your back as you were tossed like a child who was caught with their hand in the berry basket, wide stanced as you looked up at the ceiling of your small hut as the breath was knocked right out of you.

“I-I’m sorry---”

"What was that?!” 

The Chimp was moving away from you suddenly and you had no response, Noa quickly turned his form from you as his large frame left your make-shift nest. Temporary for only two more days as you looked over at his hunched over form. Your mouth flew open as you found no words to properly express anything that just happened, the dawning realization of what you had… Placed your hand on too much in the forefront and it was obvious now as Noa staggered in a curled position as he paced in front of the fire, your eyes looking to where you had your touch only seconds ago and feeling a wash of embarrassment hit your every sense. 

You went too far. You went too far! Noa let you go too far! You let yourself go too far! And he had no idea what had just happened either as you rose to sit up, your heart racing incredibly fast as you squeezed your hand shut, the one that had touched him so intimately as Noa demanded once more. “What was… that?!”

“I don’t know---!”

“Echo thing?!”

“I don’t know!”

“I---” Noa turned so your vision was full of nothing but his back. Hardened breathing was evident in the rising and falling of his broad shoulders. Green eyes that were now acute with the color as Noa was drawn to intense focus, he looked at himself. Between… His legs. What you had done to him. “Need to go. Should have left… When fire… Started to die.” “Noa-” “Will see you in… the morning.”

The Ape was fast to depart, never allowing you the full frontal that you desired to meet his gaze and to kiss his forehead against yours as you had become so accustomed to when Noa would leave you for the night. Instead, your hand now alight with fire, you looked down at it in silence, knowing fully well what had just transposed and felt a small rack of guilt hit you for the confusion it caused. For the aggression of which he pushed you back at it.

Neither of you--- You whimpered to yourself, bringing your knees inwards. Had any idea, your gaze looking at the entryway of your hut, almost like you were anticipating Noa’s return.

A large body collapsed a few paces away from your hut after being carried by rather shaky feet, the shoulders and stomach still tearing into themselves out of the lack of confusion of what just happened and the response that you garnered unwillingly from just touching him. Behind another building that was used primarily to dry fruit and felt the stiffening in his body dissipating with lack of anticipation of your next movements against him.

Arousal was known, at least so he thought. You had attraction to each other that Noa thought was undiluted, normal and returned. This… Tipping his head back, Noa hit it against the wood bundles that created the walls of the hut. His breathing was all over the place as Noa tried to recollect the seconds that he had with you against him, touching him, touching him! Touching! That! Noa clenched his jaw and refused to look down any longer as his clear aroused state fell back into the normalcy of being tucked into the tuft of fur between his muscular legs. Was that how it was with Echo? Noa whimpered softly and growled. That sort of interaction?! That sort of brazen?! Contact!? Different! His mind was yelling at him. So different from what he knew his instincts were telling him. Take you, place you and mate. That’s it! What was that!?

Noa lifted his frame from the hut’s side and paced himself in an aggressive circle. Echo Mating! What… was he going to do…? Getting this worked up from just one touch…? He had two days to figure it out, Noa said finite and stared at your hut. Two days. 

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・

There was no way to convince your fingers to stop shaking, the very tips feeling almost numb as if you were losing sensation throughout your entire body and it was beginning with the tops of your appendages. Your gaze was innately sharp and focused as you flattened the front of a camisole that you had scavenged so many years ago, surprised that it was still vivid white despite being dredged from the depths of the remains of Humanity.

The remains of whatever past it was that you felt Kin towards and wanted to hold onto for just a few minutes longer. Only that, nothing more, your mind buzzed with exhalation as you sighed. Friends and family were gone; the Humans you had been raised with, nothing more than memories to tell children some day. 

Placing a hand atop of your stomach, you hoped that to be the case so as to not disappoint the Clan you were about to embark in as if taking the signifying Feather from Noa months and months ago was not solid proof of your commitment. As if dying for them was not what you needed to do. No, you shook your head minutely and let your fingers play against the fray of the shirt now bunching around your hip bones.

That was not what you needed to do, and it was clear now in the way that your stare trailed over the ornate and detailed garments that were soon to be placed against your Human bones, sleeping for now against the wooden and carved-rough tabletop to your right. Never once has that happened, you swallowed hard and found it difficult to breathe again as aggressive anticipation took hold over your already racing thought stream. 

Never once had they touched bare flesh, always allotting themselves against the fuller frames of a Female Ape. You were so bare and cold, admiring in the full way that Soona’s were covered so thickly as she moved beside you, not as thickly now as when you were healing as that had been closer to the Winter Months, now you were rolling into the Summer where the prosper of the Season was evident to everyone of the Eagle Clan and was abundantly clear when you had seen the Master of the Birds hours ago in passing and how the sun's rays were now beating down onto his skin, not just the honey-sunken color that clung to the very outer edges of his fur coat.  

They had to be repurposed for you, the cloak of a thousand feathers, gray, white, black and blues rustling like they had been made to take wing into the Sky above, the headdress that had been passed down from generation to generation and beckoned you to do the same if the consummation of your love and affection towards Noa was fruitful, a cusped bicep band of orange, yellow and tan leather, not as thick as Soona’s or Dar’s. All your own.

The significance of a Bond that was never to be broken. Smaller, more dainty in your shoulders and down your entire frame otherwise they’d have been too big. Dar, you looked over at her and let a shuddering breath out, made sure that they fit; taking it upon herself to coordinate the task with the knowledge of how important it was to her Son that there were adaptations made for you here.

Dropping your shoulders and feeling the shift of the thin straps of your shirt drift with your shoulders pressing in on themselves, there was a look of acknowledgement drawn between you and the Mother of your soon-to-be Mate. You thanked her in silence, the feeling heightened when she nodded her head towards you, a smile tugging at the very corner of her lips.

Balling your fists against the bottom half of your shirt, you straightened it once more and felt tears prick at the back of your gaze and was quick to look away with a staggering teardrop down your right cheek which you let dance down the rounded bone and off the sharper point of your chin. Without Dar’s knowledge, she had given you everything you had ever wanted, never knowing how to search for it until it found you, half dead and gave you a purpose greater than that of what any Human could give. 

Everyone… Drawing a hardened breath in to replenish from the reminiscent exhale you released moments ago, you let it linger in your lungs and pushed it down onto your diaphragm to strain at the muscle. Everyone you were about to become would see it, eyes flickering towards Soona for a moment as she recollected you from the throws of anxious terror with a look of assurance.

Thank you, you whispered with your expression, raising a hand to wipe the condensation from your cheek and crease of your eye, softened and acute with admiration with the turning of your mouth into a smile for the Chimp who was helping you through this, having taken her time to explain what the ceremony you were about to step into truly meant and what would happen during. 

You… Parting your lips, your tongue peeped out and swiped against them as racked nerves flooded the front of your mind. You hadn’t gotten to think about what was going to happen afterwards for two days. You tried so desperately to keep it out of your mind but it was eating you alive as you flexed your hand at your side. You had…---- Touched him before being Mated. You felt just a graze, a tease of what was laying for you and there was no basis now for what was going to commence after the ceremony wrapped and you were on your own together.

When Noa and yourself trailed along the dirt path of the Village, the land still scarred but healing like the two of you had been doing from the fire that threatened the distance between you to be so great that there was no chance of memories being made in the future. Your bare feet against the ground that was a mixture of soot and ashen, toes bouncing as Noa dragged you alongside with him, eagerness in his palm as he cusped at your hand, willingness as he laid bare to your flesh for the first time and allowing you to drench your entire body against him without the reserve that had been blistering since the night of his sacred confession.

Sure, you had thought about it many times before and it was so clear in your mind from two days ago when the dam that was caressing everything back was struck with a bullet, holding yourself against Noa’s large body and sinking into him without any fear despite it lingering in your mind that he could take your life if he so chose to. 

And you’d let him, you released a bated breath, you’d let him take it over and over again if it brought him the utmost satisfaction. The tearing of your flesh with bite marks that drew the crimson to the surface for Noa to lap against his tongue, casing his canines deliciously with your essence, the release of nearly two years of pent up desire but there was no assurance on whether or not it would go according to the plan you had imagined when you were in bed alone the night before, letting your imagination get itself worked into a jumbled mess of aggravated worriedness. 

You’d never even seen a Human Male nude, all your knowledge came from books about anatomy that were faded and worn from time, watermarks cased around the edges as your gaze flickered against the pictures. Moving your attention downwards at the fact that you wore clothes and Female Apes did not caused the juxtaposition that Noa had… no idea what to expect with your own body as if you had any clue yourself. And surely… Your mouth ran dry and no amount of saliva was going to help it as you imagined what Noa was going to offer you in return for flashing him, you had no idea what to expect.

Would it… Be like a Human Male? Did the gene that caused their intelligence at all heightened their state of arousal to the point that it was comparable and pleasurable in the same way as Echo mating? Like you had any idea! You yelled inside of your mind, you’d never been touched outside of the contacts that Noa had given you in your states of healing, minor brushings here and there from your time before you left, yearning the return to his side and the flush against you when he admitted to feelings beyond what was spoken before. 

All you thought about before were nothing more than fantasies that yielded mind pleasure, nothing to say towards the heat that you felt when Noa looked at you a certain way during late night conversations that were stretching to you two being alone and taking in a forehead touch that lasted moments longer than any other but remained incredibly chaste, when he’d place his hand on your shoulder and dropping it to the small of your back to let you know of his presence behind you, a consideration to your Echo nature of being startled at times. All of these catapulted and desirable seconds from the last five months were wrecking your conscious mind of any semblance of rationality.

All so fleeting and all so distant now as you were digging a hole into the ground with the knowledge that he soon was going to touch you beyond any of your wildest dreams.

You wanted him to touch you like you had touched him! You… Wanted him to make you his but you had no idea what to expect anymore now that you were so near to it, now that it was so clearly obtainable.

It felt like you were tearing yourself apart with the ideas that were flooding your mind. Brief, surely. Neither of you had done anything like this before and the visceral response that you garnered from Noa before seemed pretty pointed in that direction. Would it be though? You felt your breathing rapid against your lungs, the air doing nothing to help the situation and it felt like you were being smothered from the inside out. Would you not want to make it last for as long as possible? Fingers flicking at your side, you dug your fingernails into your thumb and dropped your eyes once more to look over your body. 

He’d find it… Repulsive, right? Unnatural? You had no fur. Breasts were going to be exposed to a set of golden encrusted and green dominant eyes, fulled and perked with the knowledge that they were allowed to be touched by Noa’s calloused palms. You had nothing to cover yourself with other than a thin lining of small hairs that rose at the attention you drew to the notion that Noa would soon be laying with you as his Mate and a tuft of pubic hair that served to protect what was between your legs---

Between… Your legs… Noa was going to be there, your mind flashed itself into sudden and irrational fear of the highest degree of not wanting to cause disappointment, your heart racing inside of your chest and pounding at your ribcage which flared from drastic change in pace. 

You had been healing well, you knew and tried to bring yourself teetering back to the ground instead of floating off into the Heavens, but at times, if thinking about something that got the blood pounding, it caused your bones to heave with irrational irritability. 

Lightly, you let your hand touch at your thigh, coated now with fabric but then… Five moon cycles ago, Noa had been touching it at this very moment, now fresh in your mind as you wanted to feel that again. You could still sensationalize the pressing ovals of Noa’s finger pads digging into your skin there. Virgin, he had taken something with him that day as you told him that you’d take him as he was. You wanted nothing more… . Together. 

Shoulder to shoulder for the first time towards a nest whose intentions were to hold carnal desire along with the forelonged notion that this was all meant to be. You had not had time in all of this, the attunement of the details of the actual mating. Was it… Appropriate to bring up? To ask Dar or Soona what to expect? Would asking… cause more anxiety or would it put your mind at rest?

Out of the corner of your peripheral fluttered the captivate hue of the sky against the dimmer natural light that was pouring into the small enclosed hut along with the bustle of a crackling fire that allotted the azure color to appear more orange around the creases. Feathers, you recognized them as being from Eagle Sun, held in animation by Soona’s hand as she began whispering gently towards you, aware that you were suddenly terse with keen eagerness that was wafting off in the form of apprehension. 

“Will… all be okay… Noa,” She turned her back to you and you felt another racketeering breath escape your shuddering lips, “Chose his Mate… well. Will make Eagle Clan… Proud.” She was good at maternal reassurance you had noticed in the last five months of getting closer and forming a better relationship, Soona bringing her head in and casing your forehead with a tiny fleeting moment of a touch.

Grinning at her as she pulled away, you grasped her forearm and gave a small squeeze to the muscles below as to say a small ‘thank you’ for calming you down. For taking the time to notice knowing that she didn't have any obligation to do so and she did it now because you were seen as a Sister. Noa chose you, Soona recognized that and brought her hand up to tuck a piece of your hair behind your ear, so Echo was the action but Soona did her best and let her stocky fingertips linger there by the tip of your ear and for that… You were so grateful to find a family when all you had left behind as a Human was taken unwillingly from your grasp. “Eagle Clan already proud.”

Dar explained and gave you a brisked huff of a laugh that Soona returned as she pulled away for a split second and the statement got you feeling more self-assured as you cracked a genuine smile, a tinged pink radiating from your cheekbones. Thick fingers raised themselves fully into your hair now, tucking in the delicate snitch of the feather into the strands, stare captivated in how Soona moved her forearm in front of you to get the feathers to stay in their positions in the braids that catapulted against your head, tangled a few minutes before you put on your based layer of a shirt with no bra or undergarment, underwear and a pair of pants. 

“Noa surely proud.” Soona hooted a laugh that got you into a deeply ingrained chuckle. “Walks around like… He is… King or something.” “He’s not that bad.” Biting your bottom lip, you glanced over at Dar as she rose from her seat and trailed slowly towards the cloak of tightly bound feathers and twine. It was time--- Your mind rang out like a small alarm as Dar met your glance for a moment but it seemed to drag into infinity. “I… Would be proud of him for all that he’s done. I--- Am proud… of him…” “We all are,” Dar’s voice was a brick amongst the most unsteady of Echo structures that were toppling over. Strong and ever so present in their knowledge of the World and what it can do to a person, “As his Mate…” She picked up the cloak and your stomach dropped like a pin at the sound that the feathers made as they danced against each other. Like Eagle Sun flapping to a take-off, you felt afraid to jump from the nest of security, from the netting of Humanity but you were so ready. 

Shoulders heaved downwards in a dance of captivity and self-reflection as Dar placed her body in front of you, her feet digging into the ground in self-confidence of having raised her Son so well, accepting and holding him to her for as long as she was able. With this placement of the cloak against your body would she be telling Noa that he was now yours but you were both welcome against Dar’s embrace if you ever needed it. 

And you knew you were going to as you met her eyes with bolstering confidence that was being stoked like a fire that was falling to Death itself. It felt like you were always going to need it as she grasped your hand with her free palm, the other balancing the cloak and displaying it for all it was worth right in front of you. “You must feel the most pride in him.” Nodding in silence, you squeezed at her fingers and felt a twinge of pain hit at the back of your throat that threatened tears again. “I’ll make sure he knows… Every day, Dar.”

You’d only said her name a handful of times, the intimidating factor of the Mother of the Eagle Clan’s leader always so great and powerful that you were afraid to speak to her so familiarly but that was all torn away in this moment, minutes away now from Dar herself blessing the union in front of the other Apes of the Clan and assuring that there was going to be a future for them all and that their culture was not going to be forgotten. 

Noa would make sure of it. And… making it abundantly clear that you had the same intentions as her Son, you smiled at the Ape Mother, bringing your own forehead inwards to kiss her browline hard, causing an influx of pain to shoot against your eyebrows as your smile tore into a thankful frown of sorts as you shattered a small cry. She accepted you, the palm that was holding onto you reaching and holding onto your forearm tightly and pulled you inwards, you would make sure that the Clan would not forget either. Staggering your feet, you let a choked sob leave your esophagus and crashed into Dar fully, her proportionally longer arm casing against your spine and holding you against her muscles. 

“Need… not cry, my Daughter.” Dar whispered into your ear and pressed you further into her shoulder as you let the tears flow freely for a few seconds as you shook violently, hands reaching into her fur and holding her much like a Child saying goodbye to their prized childhood toy would. Saying goodbye to a piece of yourself for something new, you wanted it so badly but there was still fright in the unknown. What if Noa did not find you as pleasing as a Mate? What if you were only destined as friends? What if--- What--- If!!!

The contact was lost as Dar pulled back to stare longingly into your face, the expression you wore was familiar to her as a thick pointer finger ran against the bottom of your right eye, taking away the tears from your ducts with one swift motion outwards, “Fear is… Normal. This is something… different. Something Ape have never seen---” She corrected herself with a tilt of the head, “Something Eagle Clan has never seen. Echo with Ape. Ape with Echo… Fear is… normal.”

Swallowing hard, you nodded at that and closed your eyes as she wiped at the left side of your face. So Motherly, it made your senses scream at themselves that you were actually allowed a moment of vulnerability in the world where Apes hunted down your kind for the thrill of a game. “What if he doesn’t… like me?”

That was odd; that did not sound like your voice at all, drawing and complaining like a child who was not allowed something they deeply wanted. You knew that you didn't need to worry, it was indicative in the way that Noa stared at you alone that should have left you assured that you were what he wanted but still the idea lingered that you were just a Human and there was going to be an expectation that you drew yourself more into an Ape’s nature.

Save for a few dirt marks that had made its known history against the ripstop fabric of your shirt, you seemed so acutely focused on how the knit looked in the firelight that was dancing against your body, casting shadows against the lashings of tightly bound of wooden spears that sprawled from what seemed to be the depths of the Earth itself and was encasing yourself, Soona and Dar in a warmth of the highest possible degree. 

“You do not see… the way he is around you? Born within Sunset, I know…” Soona was to speak now, helping Dar as she grasped the cusped shoulder piece of the cloak, telling you in silence first that this was the intended way and once Noa set his gaze on you so long ago, there was no turning back for either of you. “Noa is… Sure of what he wants. It will be that way, always. You… Are what he wants. Would not want to be Mated otherwise.”

You had to know that, the cloak rising with your eyelids as you looked and beheld the customs of the Eagle Clan, soon to be your customs. Eventually to be passed on. Peering up at the garment, the shimmering of the feathers reminded you briefly of the stream that danced itself into the significance of your relationship with Noa. Silvers and blues trudged themselves into a dark scape of gray and near blacks. It all came to head at the ocean current as it tugged the fresh water into salt.

You were that stream. So gentle and caring against the land but willing to cut yourself a new path against the sediment and rocks. Noa was the ocean waiting for you. Always waiting for you…

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・

Anaya felt his darker eyes shade over his best friend. Noa seemed… Remarkably calm for the situation the Ape thought to himself, the cheers and hoots upon Anaya’s arrival subsided into the back of the silent conversation as he twirled a blue feather between his stocky hands, fluttering in and out of his finger tips with skill.

Anaya was able to sense that the soothing output of Noa was radiating with anxiousness as was clear from the fur against the other Chimps shoulders raising in anticipation of being crunched and flattened with the cloak of his Father. Ceremonious in all regards, Anaya glanced at it and narrowed his gaze on the cerulean feathers that were most abundant in color against the otherwise monochromatic garment. 

“You are,” Anaya started his usual chatter, happy around the outside and deeply satisfied within that Noa had found what he had been searching for his entire life, thinking it was a lack he had that caused the adverse drift between himself and his Father but it was simply… An Echo that had been missing from it all. “Nervous.”

That was accompanied by the sign that adjoined the word, Anaya huffing in amusement as Noa scoffed at him as his friend went to grab his shoulder, blowing a small raspberry at Anaya out of defense that was not justified at all as Noa could feel the budding sensation of wrought anxiousness in all of his senses, digging into the skin that laid under a few inches of his fur. 

“Wait until your mating ceremony,” Noa touched Anaya’s chest with a ‘C’ shaped hand and pushed him away in a playful gesture, Anaya hooting at him, arm forward and shooing Noa’s embrace away before ardently grasping at where his friend had made contact with his chest. “You… will be nervous too.”

Reaching upwards, Noa traced his scarred chest and drew a deep tentative breath inwards. His ribs. Healed now, he was grateful but no matter how much Noa tried in the moment, it felt like he were unable to catch his breath at all.  

“Not as nervous as Noa.” Anaya said assuredly, looking over the feather in his large hand before holding it up between their two large bodies, “Echo are different… Than Ape. Must have thought about that… before. How things… Will… Work… Do you know how… They work?”

Noa barked at him faux and playful before it tapered into a small whimper of sorts at the ending of Anaya’s questioning. Grabbing the feather into his own hand and looking down at it with hooded eyes as he let it tickle the very edges of his calloused fingerprints, imagining if your skin was going to feel just the same.

Or even better, Noa hoped. Softer… More… delicate under his touch, yearning with every pore, every whisper that there was something more in store. “Of course… Have thought about… That.” Only leaving out the details of two nights ago, Noa thought to himself and tilted his head to the side. Anaya… did not need to know about that. No one needed to know about that other than Noa and you.

That was all he offered for Anaya who just rolled his shoulders at the lack of detailing. He was curious, Noa could recognize why. There had not been anything like this in the Eagle Clan before and Noa felt a sense of sickened pride that he was the first to take an Echo for himself. 

Anaya was alluding to Female Echo anatomy previously. The intricacies that Noa had thought about before. How you would react to his touch against your sides, pulling you inwards to his chest as he buried his body into your own. There was conscious care towards the scheme that you were going to react differently than an Ape and that… Worried Noa.

How would you react to him? Noa’s body was built drastically differently than Echo Male. Similar, but not the same. Would you not prefer that? Echo Male? Allotted for your size? Careful with their hands? Not afraid of causing unintentional pain? Given the events of two nights ago… It only riddled Noa with more careless nerves. 

What if Noa--- Did not satisfy your curiosities that were obvious enough in how you looked at him? In how you touched him that night, your legs carding themselves around his hips as you kissed his forehead against your own, chest flushing hard against his own and your breasts crunching along his ripped muscles, heady breath against his face as he refused to breathe. Noa would have taken you then and there if he chose to soak in your scent, so poignant and powerful that it urged the Ape to lose all control he had over his conscious mind and actions. 

Noa bit at his self-deprecation for a moment like a ripened and juicy fruit. He should have held you to cure his own insanity and to tell you that it was all returned, that in two days, you were to be Mated and all the waiting would come to a slow and blasphemous end. He should have but your brash movements, so Echo and foreign to him, caused Noa to stiffen as something rose in the bile of his navel. Unfamiliar, he shifted his large body under your touch and tried desperately to get away. Not repulsed but so confused.  

Noa knew what it was now after having to rationalize it the last two days. Arousal. Of course it was, you stupid… Stupid Ape… You aroused him so many times since agreement was reached to court and mate five moons ago. He was blind to feel your hand against his stomach, pressing upwards with want that left Noa gasping slightly. He was naive to see the prickling of his own shaft between his legs that you were yearning to see before Noa was quick to pull away before he disgusted you with what he had.

To admit that there was indeed an aggressive attraction you had towards him and it was undiluted to the point that it made Noa want to go feral. You touched him without care with the intent to get him into a state of acute and catered arousal, Noa was impressed by that… He had no idea it was even remotely possible. Mating was used for one thing within the Apes and to see that you had him lapping at your every motion was a mind-bending cluster of anxiousness paired with exhileration. 

His thoughts ran away from him at times but never that far; he imagined how hot your skin would be against his muzzle, if you’d be receptive of Noa’s bite marks against your shoulder to tell the Clan that you were his intended as he took you in the most basic way that his mind could muster. The only way his instincts really knew how.

Never had he gotten far enough into his own fantasies to think beyond the aspects of more animalistic and primal intents. Pleasure was always there, but not in the teasing glimpses that you had blessed him with. The last time enlightened him too deeply into what you meant when you talked about Echo Mating. 

Two nights ago in your hut, the dim firelight illuminating barely your expressions to each other as you were against him, Noa flattened on his back with you above him. He’d never imagined this… His green eyes dilated beyond all relief as his hand grasped at your sides to keep you near. Never imagined… He stiffened at the hardening between his thighs.

Noa felt like being sick. It was uncomfortable and how quickly he was to sit up and advert away the moment left you reeling beside him as you were shoved off. You held him without fear and if he had been in his right mind… He’d have ravished you over and over again, no care in the world about the Mating Ceremony that was to take place this evening. No care of the traditions that the Clan held. 

It had to have been somewhat similar from what Noa gathered from thinking about that night, Noa now allowing himself to admire even further in privacy as you two were torn apart for long stretches of the days that followed due to the Ceremony preparations. Ape Mating versus Echo Mating. The arousal that scented at him from between your legs. Familiar enough, Noa’s eyes would dilated when it would waft his way and you caught glances. A smile would fall his way, the Ape taking it with stride that it was coming from a place of attraction.

Noa barked at Anaya faux and playful before it tapered into a small whimper of sorts at the ending of Anaya’s questioning. Grabbing the feather into his own hand and looking down at it with hooded eyes as he let it tickle the very edges of his calloused fingerprints, imagining if your skin was going to feel just the same. Or even better, Noa hoped. Softer… More… delicate under his touch, yearning with every pore, every whisper that there was something more in store. 

“Of course… Have thought about… That.” Was all he offered for Anaya who just rolled his shoulders at the lack of detailing. He was curious, Noa could recognize why. There had not been anything like this in the Eagle Clan before and Noa felt a sense of sickened pride that he was the first to take an Echo for himself. 

Rolling his green gaze backwards as Anaya let out a laugh, hard and long from his chest at the admittance he got from Noa, Noa was embedded with embarrassment as he turned his gawk to the side and looked at the headdress that was sitting near the cloak. All things were going to be placed on him in mere minutes. Each, a representation of Noa’s true desire to take you as his Mate for the rest of his time on the Worldly Earth and even then when you two would soar the Skies as the same Eagle afterwards. 

“Have thought of how… it will be… different.” 

Noa nodded and only flickered his gaze towards Anaya who seemed to be waiting in bated anticipation to hear of Noa’s ideas on Echo Mating. Truthfully, Noa drew his canines into their gummy enclosures in his mouth and gritted his blunted front teeth together, he had no clear thoughts about it anymore. Any expectations ran away with him the night you were so willing to touch him. Things would turn out the way that they meant to, he tried to tell himself over and over again but the personality shift from his obsessive nature was tearing apart his mind. 

Obsession told him to think about it; the shift of your body in front of him as you were naked… He wondered… How it must have looked. The obvious out of the way, you had no fur. Your breasts would be bare to Noa’s scrutiny of affection for the first time; not including the glance he had gotten of them when your sternum had been crunched in and Soona and Dar were running a desperate camp to analyze your injuries. What did the spot that wafted your scent towards him look like? He wanted to know. Noa wanted to pin you down and cure all his thoughts and gain the knowledge of it all. It was his for the taking and he intended to take it all to the very edge of Noa’s advantages.

Despite the clothes that drenched your body, Noa felt he could envision it nude if he really thought hard about it but there was that pit of lingerance in his stomach that he held expectations that were unfair to you. The dips of your smaller hip bones, the longer proportions of your legs and the shorter nature of your arms; those appendages he wanted to feel grasping onto him. Ape mating was straightforward, Noa knew that much.

Echo Mating was surely lost to him now despite the conversations he had picked apart from the agreement that lasted to the very cusp of Death before turning into a consensual relationship that had a finish line. You had mentioned a few times that it was prolonged. 

How much? Would Noa be able to sustain himself for you or would there be reserve on his part when his arousal was known to you? Would you… Think differently of him? Shun him? He barely lasted you touching him once--- What was going to happen later this evening when you were going to grab at Noa’s shaft and beg him to mate.

Quickly, Noa looked between his muscular thighs and huffed at what he knew he had to offer for you before trailing his stare to Anaya who had watched the motion from the corner of his gaze with a hooted and subdued chortle and joked towards Noa. “Afraid Echo will not… like?”

“Do not imagine… It is like... Echo Male.”

“Have heard size matters to Echo. And… Echo Male are small---”

Noa chuffed again, feeling the fur against his shoulders rise at the implications of Anaya’s words despite having cut him off in the first place. “Have not heard that before!” Noa shouted at him and drew his body inwards towards his friend to grab at both of his shoulders. “She will not care.”

Anaya laughed at him, drawing a small smile as he uttered to Noa and grasped the hands that were on his smaller shoulders, mere inches away from Noa’s face and taking in the fact that his friend now snapped into an acute panic, “She chose Noa as Mate,” A brow ridge was raised, “Echo obviously does not… Care.”

Noa preened at that assurance from Anaya and released him, Anaya hissing a small bit at the severity of how hard he was grabbed in Noa’s attempt of self-assurance. The headdress that accompanied his cloak captivated Noa’s attention as he tried to bring himself down from the heightened state of anxiousness that his dear friend had presented to him.

Quickly, his chest rose and fell with the whistles and pulls from his nostrils which flared with every breath. The dress.. A bundle of twine that were tightly bundled into a circle with the yellow and oranges that were similar in construction to the leather bicep band that dug into his right upper arm and happily nestled into the fur there. 

Noa knew that his own head piece matched yours in ornate, two feathers resting above and reaching into the air a few inches. Both gray in the color and the blue feather that he was now holding… Noa stiffened and looked down at it with a tear in his shoulders, bringing them inwards in self-reflection. He would place the blue feather he had in his possession between the two feathers that were already on yours. Signifying for the rest of the Clan the Bond that he was making. The Bond that despite no one understanding, they were all so acceptant of. 

Noa’s choice of Mate; as if you had no agreement in the matter. It all rested on you and the Clan deserved to know that, Noa looked over at Anaya with a smile of sorts. That night five moons ago after you ate, that night where Noa laid bare his truest of wants to you with his hand against your flesh, unwavering and determined. His words; less confident now as he replayed them in his mind but from the look on your face as he spoke them to you… The Ape was sure of your answer before you managed to say anything in return.  

“Will tell Anaya about it after?” Noa’s brother chirped playfully and dragged the Chimp right out of his own headspace with the joke that presented itself. “Curious to know… Echo Mating routine. As if the Clan will not be able to hear.” The way that Anaya snorted tore Noa into a small smile as he sat back down, calming his flying nerves as Anaya reached for the cloak to place against Noa’s broad shoulders.

“Will not tell you… anything.” Anaya’s expression fell in fake disappointment, knowing that to be the case as Noa made a joke for his friend as his nimble body twisted and shimmied the cloak in front of Noa’s face. The feathers of the many generations laid on it as he scanned what felt like each individual feather. “Echo… Like Privacy, remember?”

“Not much privacy when Noa… Will….Make Echo scream at all… times of the night. They are louder than Ape.” “No assurance.” Noa rolled his eyes.

“Noa… will offer better things for Echo.” Anaya was positive in his words and gave the other Ape a stern stare. “Need to. For the sake of future Apes. Show Echo… We are… Just as good, if not… Better than the…” Anaya laughed with his crude words, “The small Echo Male offering.”

Noa stared at the cloak that Anaya presented to him, giving a minor shift on his head to allow his best friend to lay it against his shoulders. Green eyes stared into another set of twinning irises as Noa smugly retorted, “Ape are better. Even my Echo knows that.”

●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・○・●・●・○・ TAGLIST:

@ohwaitimthewriter @hera-annwn @saturnnie-03 @filliandkili @hadesbabygurl @supergoat12 @moonchild1433

@kaenalsha  @unsteady-bitch  @whamsworld

@yummyfanta @nuhteyam @babylockley @edynmeyer1  @callsignwidow  @moonlightnyx @undecidedcookie

[crossaik]

the big three

[lunastar92]

Behind the Scenes with the cast.

Owen Teague/Noa

Lydia Peckham/Soona

Sara Wiseman/Dar

Travis Jeffery/Anaya

Kevin Durand/Proximus Caesar

Peter Macon/Raka

Freya Allan/Mae