#pota cornelius

[teojira]

[I look after you.] [POTA headcanons!]

Summary: Random acts of service I think each ape would do for you!

Characters: Caesar, Noa, Koba, Maurice Rocket, Blue eyes, Lake, Cornelius, and Dar.

Warnings: Caesar and Noa's are meant to be romantic. Dar and Cornelius are platonic as well. The others could be read as platonic or romantic, though!

A/N: These are all just random thoughts I've had today. Some will be shorter than others due to just how many characters I tried to include, so bare with me!

Caesar has a sixth sense as to when you're gonna get hurt, it's uncanny.

Humans are clumsy and more fragile than others, he knows as such because of his grandfather and Will, seeing them trip and fall over nothing, stub their toe and curse, it's almost as if they didn't have spatial awareness at times.

His reflexes are faster than his words.

So he knows when you're about to slam your forehead full force into a wooden beam, immediately throwing a hand up to soften the blow.

You instinctually let out an "Ow!" Before realizing you're okay, your mates warm hand against your skin. The Chimp raises an eye bridge up at you, looking towards you and then his hand.

"Oh."

Koba doesn't do anything nice for you without the expectation that you will do something for him in return.

One thing he will do is protect you against yourself, mainly out of pure pity.

Your center of gravity is different than his, and the woods are not meant for you, so get used to Koba yanking you back from a steep drop.

He isn't gentle about it, fist curled into your jacket and roughly dragging you backward, letting out a shrill against his knowledge.

You knock against his chest, his body immediately giving off its warmth to your own.

You're too scared to look up at Koba, knowing damn well he's gonna be glaring down at you, a comment ready to go.

Unfortunately for you, he does it regardless if you meet his gaze or not.

"Should have. Let you fall." He growls, hoping you can't somehow feet his heartbeat pumping out of his chest.

Noa enjoys caring for you, making your life easier by any means necessary, whether it be by learning how to make you tools that help you fish easier, cooking your meat for you, knowing that your anatomy is different, to teaching you to the best of his ability how to hunt more efficiently.

It's his love language, not that he'd be aware of it. It makes him feel like a good mate, and that boosts his ego.

He gets so mad if you try and wave him off, scoffing at the thought of you not needing him.

What do you mean you're fine on your own? Nuh uh.

Has pouted before and got huffy if you get off of your horse without him helping you down, turning his back to you childishly as he sighs as long as possible.

I hate him.

Maurice lets you cuddle into him for warmth. His fur is longer than the others, and he runs warm. He worries for you when the winters get rough. There's only so much they can do other than set a fire up and wrap you with animal hides.

Sometimes, it's not enough, and shivering yourself to sleep isn't fun.

Maurice considers you family, being the first first ape to truly take you in, he'd never turn you away from when you need him most.

Never needing permission, you quietly make your way to the Orangutan's nest, trying your best not to step on any leaves or branches.

Gingerly taking your time to settle next to Maurice, lowering your body down.

Taking a glance at Nova resting on his other side, you don't catch his eyes peering open, a hand coming up to sign slowly.

'Come.'

Lifting a long arm, he allows you to curl into his side, finally granting you a good night's rest.

Blue eyes always makes sure you're apart of the conversation, if he and Ash are goofing around, and you're standing off to the side, he's gonna immediately poke small fun at you to get your attention.

The second he has it, he's gesturing you over to their little circle at the camp fire, asking you what humans think of whatever subject they're talking about.

Baby Blue will shove his shoulder into Ash if he tries to make fun of you, knowing well that you may not take it as friendly banter just yet.

If you're gonna be with the colony, you'll need a protector, and who else is a better, more loyal one than Rocket.

No ape is being disrespectful towards you on his watch, you're important to Caesar and while that was in fact originally the reason he made it a point to keep an eye on you, he's come to love you himself.

An Ape comes up to you, asking something wildly inappropriate?

Rocket gets up in their face, making direct eye contact and puffing out his chest for them to back the fuck off, daring them to make a move, all while making sure you're well hidden behind himself.

Lake enjoys braiding your hair for you, the different texture offering a welcome challenge compared to her own.

She's so gentle and light handed, her fingers weaving the strands to the best of her ability, fingers much too large.

It's a bonding experience between the two of you, her downtime, after working with the little ones for hours previously.

The littlest ape prince is no stranger to clinging on to you at any point in time. Even as he grows older and gets to be too heavy to sit on your lap or climb up your back, he does it anyway. Wrapping his arms around your neck and hiding his face against your skin.

He does it when looking for comfort, but also for when he's being a little shit and his dad is searching for him to chastise.

Cornelius knows that when you're near, you're gonna spoil and baby him, and that's exactly what he wants, hiding behind you.

He is observant like his father, always in tune with your emotions and knows when you need to have company so you don't stew in your own head.

Drags you off to play with the other apes, not taking no for an answer even if you try to. He pulls those puppy dog eyes and it's damn near impossible to deny him.

Taking on a motherly role for you comes with ease, Dar slipping into it once Noa vouches for you.

She makes sure to take you under her wing, teaching you their ways of life in the a view point of an elder, not just Noas.

Please don't imagine that she'd make you your own shawl, matching her own, literally don't bc I teared up.

She'd be ecstatic to see you wear it around the colony, staring at you. She's so proud of you from how far you've come.

Dar will blatantly introduce you to others as her child, no matter what another ape says. Which wouldn't be much to begin with, became who is gonna argue with her? She won't hear a word of it, waving them off.

[odieheg]

I saw the first 3 pota films from the 70s and I love these two sm 😭

[blogthebooklover]

*putting on my tinfoil hat for a sec*

Okay, so this has been on my mind for a while. Since the reboot Planet of the Apes trilogy has, arguably the best version, of Caesar

Who is loosely based on the OG franchise's version, and a bit of Julius Caesar.

And reboot Caesar eventually has a son named Cornelius

Who's named not only after his mother, but both characters are named after one of the OG franchise's favorite apes from the 1968 film.

If the sequel to Kingdom jumps ahead a few years like Dawn, Noa and Soona might have children.

Aaaand if they have a daughter, I think I have an idea of who she will be named after from the OG franchise!!!!

ZIRA!!!

AND IT MAKES A LOT OF SENSE! Because of Noa's newfound interest in science (fixing the cattle prod) and space (the observatory).

I know Zira in the OG films is an animal psychologist, I think it'll be kind of neat if reboot Zira had an interest in space!

[marstar13]

More pota x funny images 🤭

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

[sketchnskribbles]

My original and first favorite ape from POTA, Cornelius!

[crossaik]

watched all the movies recently

[cj-k]

""In Caesar's time women were called Nova"" or something like that, I just wanted to draw a big Nova being Cornelio's friend, also in my hc she died young because the virus mutated

[gamelpar]

this is their dynamic i accept no criticism

[littleaipom]

so i watched all 9 of the Planet of the Apes movies for the 1st time last year, and now im watching them all again(+saw the 10th one). It's probably just because i wasnt even close to being alive when the originals came out, because i know they're famous, but this franchise feels like such an underrated gem to me haha. And the makeup/prosthetics in the originals are so good!

Anyway here's Cornelius and Zira, i like them c:

[death---dealer]

Why am I awake at 5:20 AM thinking of making a Blue eyes x reader oneshot where reader is having blues baby and going into details about Cornelius and how lowkey jealous he’d be that reader is having her own baby and he’s worried he’ll be forgotten by them lmao

[atomic-chronoscaph]

Cornelius - art by Mark Tavares

[odieheg]

I've been rewatching escape from the planet of the apes so many times I couldn't stop drawing cornelius in a suit 🙈🙈

[1emon1ime]

A routine check-up - Dr. Cornelius (1960's POTA) x Female Reader

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58315063

( Ok, so I just HAD to write this because I couldn't find anyone else who made one yet. He is so hot-- !? And I have always sort of loved the idea of being a powerless/mute/feral human where another species has all of the control. Anyway, enjoy!

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warning: Pet play (kind of?), dubcon, power imbalance, regression etc basically you (reader) are a mute/feral human who cannot consent and the ape leaders have all of the power over you. But you enjoy being touched up by Corn ♡

Taken from the wild and housed in the human containment facility, you now live your life in a cage every day to be experimented on by apes. A new face comes to take you into the examination room and he is quite different from the others.

"I'm here for specimen number 37."

The guards nod in acknowledgement, recognizing the name of Cornelius. He responds, "Zira has informed us of your visit for a routine check-up. Proceed with your research, and be careful with the specimen."

Cornelius approaches the cage and carefully opens it, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid alarming you. He gestures for you to come out.

Baring your teeth at him, you slowly back up into a corner. He is unfamiliar and many of the apes in the human containment facility are abusive, uncaring for your well-being. Of course you would be distrustful of a new face.

Since your capture, you had been housed here, alone in your pen for several months now, your naked body only kept clean by an ape hosing you down every day, throwing some slop into your food dish. You had no mental stimulation apart from the few times a week where they would put you through some sort of 'test'. You hated these check-ups, you were not ready to hand yourself over to him without a fight, even though you knew that punishment would come at your resistance. It always did.

He stops his approach, recognizing the defensiveness nature of your reaction. He regards you with a mixture of caution and fascination, sensing your instinctive distrust.

"Easy now," he speaks, keeping his voice gentle and calm. "I'm not here to harm you.” 

Truthfully, he did not care much for these creatures. From an early age, he had been taught that they were nothing more than pests, vicious animals. But there was a striking resemblance in the recent fossilized remains that he had discovered. Cornelius just had to compare the two. Zira had offered one of her test subjects as a comparison, she had said that this one was quite ‘tame’, agreeable, with a willingness to work and yet Cornelius still could not coax you out of the cage. Had he gotten the wrong subject, perhaps?

He offers you a sugar cube, notices how you hesitate for a moment before cautiously taking it. He observes your reaction, glad that the sugar seems to have piqued your interest.

"There," he hushes, a hint of a smile on his lips. "See? I'm not going to hurt you.” 

You look back at him, eyes widening slightly in anticipation for what he had to offer.

“I'll make sure you're comfortable and unharmed during this examination." He says, more to himself than anything. He knows that humans cannot speak. Cannot understand complex language.

The gorilla guard in the back smirks at his failed attempts to lure you out. Clearly, the archaeologist hadn't much experience with these humans.

"You gotta be rough with them. Never give these animals a chance or they will attack you." He laughs.

Cornelius brushes off the guard's comment and moves closer to you, holding out his hand. He had his own technique, he never liked how brutal the guards could be. They may have been animals, but they could still feel pain.

"Come on, then," he coaxes. "Let's go to the examination room, and I'll make sure you get another sugar cube when we're done."

He carefully places a collar and leash around your neck, ensuring that it's not too tight and won't harm you. He then leads you to his examination room, taking a few moments to assess the setup before turning to face you. 

"Alright," he says, gesturing for you to sit on a padded table in the centre of the room. "Please sit,” he pats the table, you recognize the signal as you had been taught. “and we can begin this comparison."

All he has is a leash around your neck, he hopes that it is enough and that he wouldn't need to restrain you further--

Your eyes dart to the other, larger examination table to the left, that you had been placed on many times. The one with the straps and restraints attached to it; you cower upon seeing it. Unwanted memories flooding of all the times you had been under that blinding, florescent light. Head throbbing as they tugged at you, the sound of medical equipment clinking together-- It was too much to see it again.

You wanted to run, but he reassured you, calmly. gripping onto one of your arms and shushing you.

We will only be sitting on the small table today.

As you sit, nervously, Cornelius takes a few steps back and studies your features, particularly focusing on your facial structure and bone anatomy. He occasionally looks over a set of documents and diagrams next to him, presumably related to the fossilized remains he mentioned earlier.

Dr. Zaius would scold him again if he ever brought it up; he had been told to discard the evidence, burn it. Acknowledging that similar these humans were in any way to apes themselves. It was forbidden by all means.

They were lesser. Pests, animals. 

"Now then," he says, breaking the silence. "Let me take a quick look at your teeth."

Cornelius moves closer to you again, his focus now shifting to your teeth. He takes hold of your chin, gently and carefully guiding your head to the side so he can get a better look. His fingers are warm and surprisingly gentle as they touch your skin, his touch almost comforting in a small way.

"Open wide," he instructs, his voice still soft but authoritative. He taps his own mouth and again, you understand the gesture you had been taught to obey.

Cornelius peers into your mouth, examining your teeth closely. He looks at their shape, size, and condition, comparing them to the notes he's taking. He makes a few observations, nodding in acknowledgement.

"That's it, good--" 

Cornelius' eyes quickly flit over your body, taking quick note of your sex.

"girl. Good girl."

He reaches for his papers again.

"Ah, a female specimen," he muses to himself, making a quick note. "The physical features and bone structures are slightly different than the males we've discovered."

After finishing his examination of your teeth, Cornelius steps back again, his gaze lingering on your features. He takes a few more moments to scrutinize your body, careful eyes tracing over the curves and features that distinguish you as a female. Contemplating the differences and similarities he's observed between you and the fossilized remains and of… himself. 

No, no. He quickly brushes it off. He is to remain professional here at all costs. 

"Now, I need to look at the rest of your physical features," he says, his voice slightly firmer. "Please stand up and extend your arms." He makes the command signal.

You comply and stand up, slowly extending your arms as Cornelius instructed. He steps closer once again, moving slowly as to not startle you. He begins to observe and compare the proportions and bone structures of your arms.

"Hmm," he muses, his eyes fixed on your arms, taking out a measuring tape to record the length of the bones. "Yes, quite interesting. The humerus and ulna seem quite similar in length, although--"

There is one problem. The fossils he had, seemed to be from a male specimen. It would have made more sense to compare them with a male human.

Had he perhaps taken the wrong subject? It said here on his documents, number 37. They couldn't have gotten it messed up again--

Well, it was too late to discard all of this now. He would finish examining your body and take records anyway. Perhaps they would prove useful in the future.

He takes a few steps back again, his expression contemplative. A strong, muscular frame, fitting for survival in the wild. You had not been captive long enough for your muscles to atrophy, as a lot of the other human animals had.

That is where you had been caught, out in the fields, brought in from the wild several months ago. The tale of your capture had been quite brutal and yet, you were not as skittish as the other wild-caught ferals.

Despite the clinical nature of the examination, there is a subtle hint of admiration and intrigue in Cornelius' gaze. He regards your  body with a mix of scientific curiosity and appreciation for the rarity of finding a specimen like you.

"Alright," he says, breaking the brief silence. "We're almost done. I just need to take a look at your back and spinal region next."

As Cornelius moves behind you to examine your spine, he notices your slight shiver at his touch. He realizes that despite your feral nature, there is an undeniable response to his touch.

"Are you cold?" he asks, his voice gentler than before. "Or is my touch making you uncomfortable?"

Cornelius knows that he will get no response, yet reassures you anyway, continuing to gently feel your back and spine. He notes the subtle trembling at his touch as his hands ghost over the area that connects your spine to your neck. He wonders if it's related to fear, cold, or perhaps another reaction he hasn't considered.

Observing your subtle response, he notices how you seem to lean into his touch, almost seeking it out. He raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your behavior. Despite your feral nature, there's a certain sensuality in your reaction to his touch.

"Interesting," he muses, his hands continuing to move over your neck, rubbing circles, as if you were a pet. "It seems you're not as resistant to physical touch as I thought."

He continues his examination, but his touch becomes a bit less clinical and more... soothing. He can't help but be intrigued by your reaction, the way you close your eyes and nod, seemingly enjoying the contact. His fingers move over your skin, the touch growing a bit more gentle and caressing.

"Does this feel good?" he asks, his tone softer than before. "You're remarkably responsive for a feral."

He knows that he shouldn't be doing this, it's wrong to treat these animals in any way other than contempt, they can't even consent, for goodness sake. But he can't stop his fingers continuing to caress you, running under your chin and stroking you softly. His touch slowly becoming more intimate and less clinical. Despite the professional aspect of the examination, there is something almost erotic in the way he touches you.

His hands begin to explore your back further, moving from your shoulders down to the small of your back, his touch growing more gentle. He can't deny the sensations he feels, the way you respond to his touch stirring something in him.The little mewls you let escape your mouth as he runs his hands over your bare flesh.

"Such a responsive and sensual creature..." he says to himself, his voice a low rumble. 

Cornelius' hand continues to move lower, his touch now trailing over your thighs. He takes note of your low moan, a wave of heat coursing through him at the sound.

"Sensitive, too," he murmurs under his breath, fingers gently caressing your flesh. "I believe we're going to need to continue this examination further."

Cornelius steps closer to you, the heat of his body radiating against your back as his hands explore your front. What is he doing, he doesn't think he can stop himself at this point. His hand remains on your thigh, his touch now becoming more deliberate and exploratory. His breath is hot against your ear, causing you to shiver slightly.

"There's more I need to examine," he says, his voice low and sultry. There's a sense of urgency to it. "Turn around for me."

Cornelius steps back and motions you to face him, giving a slight tug on your leash. His hand leaves your thigh, but the absence of his touch is quickly replaced by a strange sense of anticipation. 

You wonder what he could possibly be doing... None of your previous examinations had gone quite like this. While Dr. Zira could be quite... touchy, something told you that this was going to be different still.

He watches you expectantly, his eyes locked on yours, waiting to continue the "examination".

As you face him from the front, Cornelius feels a rush of excitement surging through him. The way you respond to his touch... it's unlike anything he's experienced with any other specimen before.

"Now," he says, his voice gruff and filled with a hint of desire. "I need to examine the front of your body."

Cornelius closes the distance between you and he. His hand reaches out slowly and gently grasps your hips, pulling your body closer to his own. He looks down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity and arousal. He continues to explore your body with his hands, his touch becoming more familiar as he moves down to your stomach, hips, and thighs. His fingers linger on certain spots, caressing and squeezing gently, as though trying to commit every curve and muscle to memory.

He notices your squeak when he accidentally touches a particularly sensitive spot, and a small smile curves his lips. He can't help but sense your craving for touch, the need for physical contact that was previously lacking in your caged, solitary existence.

"A little sensitive there, are we?" he says, his voice amused, but not mocking. 

His hands continue to move over your body, slowly and deliberately, as though he's trying to coax more responses from you. He notices the way you lean into his touch, the way your body reacts to his caresses.

"You seem to be quite... touch deprived," he says, his voice dropping to a deep, low murmur. "You must have been longing for physical contact like this, hmm?"

As Cornelius explores your body, the air grows thicker with tension. You can feel his desire radiating from him, and the intensity of his gaze only heightens the anticipation. You can't deny your own arousal, the heat and need building within you. The touch you had been denied for so long.

His hands slowly trail up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his palms. He squeezes gently, his thumbs teasing your nipples, coaxing them into stiff peaks. He notices the way your breathing changes, the way your body responds to his touch.

He continues to tease your nipples, his fingers gently pinching and rolling them, eliciting more responses from you. He's enthralled by your reaction, the way you push yourself into his hands, your eyes closed and lips parted in pleasure.

"Do you like that?" he asks, his voice rough. "Does it feel good?"

You nod, offering a silent acceptance.

Cornelius' hand moves lower, his fingers slowly travelling down your stomach and then lower, until they're dipping between your thighs. He strokes your folds, feeling the slickness there. He slips a finger inside you, feeling the heat and tightness, and a small groan escapes your lips, hips instinctively bucking forward for more.

"So tight," he murmurs, his eyes locked on yours as he pushes a second finger in.

His fingers continues to probe and explore, his movements slow and deliberate. He pushes deeper inside you, and you let out a moan, unable to hold back. As he works his fingers in and out of you, you can't help but writhe against him, desperate for more friction.

As he continues his exploration of your body, the air thick with arousal, you're overwhelmed by the sensations. Cornelius' hand is between your legs, his fingers buried inside you, working you closer and closer to the edge. You're so close, the tension building in your core, and all it takes is a few more thrusts of his fingers and a brush of his thumb over your clit to send your touch deprived body spiralling over the edge. 

Your release crashes over you in waves, and Cornelius is there to guide you through it, his fingers slowly withdrawing, but his embrace is still firm.

"That's it," he says, his voice gentle and encouraging. "Just let go. I've got you."

After a few moments, you're able to catch your breath and compose yourself. Cornelius is holding you, his body pressed close to yours. His grip loosens and his hands slide down your sides, resting on your hips.

Cornelius finally releases you, and takes a step back, still holding the leash in one hand, his eyes sweep over your body for the final time.

"We'll continue later," he says, his voice low and heavy with promise. "You should get some rest. Come on, back to your pen."

[hotchocolatefanfics]

Sometimes I think about Cornelius and feel sad for him. 🙁

He’s about two or so in War and between that and his birth in Dawn, a war goes on around him, he witnesses his mother and brother get killed and then soon after his father leaves for revenge, then he and his entire colony get captured by the same people who killed his mother and brother and enslave, abuse, and kill them, then he sees his father get captured, strung up to post, whipped, separated from him again, then watches apes get shot at as they try to escape and just when they’re finally safe and reunited and make it to their new home, his father dies.

Add the fact that he likely had to grow up in Caesar’s shadow and one day take his place as king, and poor Cornelius is left with serious PTSD and (probably) identity issues (finding himself while also finding how to be like his father without being him).

[snowwybear]

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summary: Cornelius, the son of the great ape Caesar, embodies his father's legacy while navigating the aftermath of the Human-Ape war. While exploring the forest his curious son, Coda, and mate Sarai discovers an abandoned human baby, sparking an unexpected bond between the two children.

Note: This story is set after the events of War for the Planet of the Apes.

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The world didn't know what it lost when the great ape Caesar died. The noble tragedy of Caesar's death was mourned by his fellow apes but his legacy lives on - he will not be forgotten. His memory lives on in his closet friends, but most importantly his son Corneilus. While only a juvenile Cornielus was taught of this father's legacy, his beliefs, values, strengthens, weaknesses and hope for all of ape kind.

While too young to take over, Caesar's closest apes - most notably Rocket, Maurice and, sometime even Bad Ape in the rare occasion - banded together, creating a council, as they built the colony. Once Cornielius was old enough, he too joined the Council of Apes. Corneilus was strong like his father as well as gentle and wise like his older brother, Blue Eye. It was the great orangutang, Maurice that taught Corneilus not only about his father but the rest of his family.

Corneilus had lost his mother and older brother during the Human and Ape war; the loss of his family made him ferociously protective not wanting the rest of his family and colony to experience the same loss he did. Corneilous would go onto have a son of his own, Coda a very curious baby, with his mate Sarai.

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the dense canopy of trees. The air was thick with the sounds of rustling leaves and distant calls of wildlife, a serene backdrop for the small family exploring the forest. Coda, a bundle of energy with a soft tuft of fur and bright, inquisitive eyes, scampered ahead, his little hands brushing against the leaves and branches as he ventured deeper into the thicket.

Sarai followed closely, her maternal instincts sharp as she watched her son play. She admired his boundless curiosity, a trait she cherished in him, yet she couldn't shake the lingering sense of protectiveness. Coda darted between trees, his laughter echoing like music in the stillness, an innocent sound that reminded Sarai of the peace they had fought so hard to achieve.

As they continued their journey, the underbrush began to thicken, and a soft rustling caught Sarai’s attention. Her instincts heightened, she paused, scanning the surroundings. Coda, oblivious to her sudden caution, pressed on, peeking beneath a cluster of ferns. Then he stopped, his small body frozen in place.

Sarai moved closer, her heart pounding as she followed her son’s gaze. What lay before them was unexpected—an abandoned human baby, swaddled in a tattered, pink rose blanket, nestled among the roots of a large tree. The child was small and vulnerable, its face scrunched up in sleep, innocent and unknowing of the world around it.

Coda stepped forward, his curiosity overcoming his hesitation, kneeling beside the tiny human. He reached out a hand, brushing his fingers against the soft, delicate skin. Sarai felt a rush of emotions; a wave of protectiveness surged through her as she knelt beside Coda, instinctively wrapping her arm around him.

The baby stirred, its eyelids fluttering open, revealing bright, wide eyes that locked onto Coda’s. For a brief moment, the two creatures—one ape, one human—shared a silent connection. In that gaze, Sarai saw the potential for something new, something that could transcend the boundaries that had so long divided their species.

As Coda and the human child exchanged curious glances, a whirlwind of thoughts surged through Sarai’s mind, contemplating the profound implications of this unexpected discovery. Her grip on Coda instinctively loosened, and in a heartbeat, he broke free, kneeling down beside the baby once more, his wide eyes full of wonder.

The baby returned Coda's gaze, its face lighting up with a big, gummy grin that radiated pure joy. Coda couldn’t help but let out a delighted laugh, thrilled by the baby’s reaction. The human child reached out a tiny hand, its fingers wiggling with excitement, and Coda instinctively mirrored the gesture, holding out his own hand.

As their hands met, the warmth of connection surged between them—a moment of innocent unity that transcended the boundaries of their worlds. In that simple touch, the possibility of friendship blossomed, a silent promise of shared understanding and discovery.

Sarai watched the unfolding moment with a mixture of awe and emotion swelling within her. Her heart raced as she took in the sight of Coda and the baby, their hands delicately touching, a bridge being formed between two worlds. The innocence and wonder radiating from both children stirred something deep inside her, a flicker of hope that began to overshadow her concerns.

In that moment, Sarai felt a deep sense of responsibility, not just for her son but for this tiny human as well. The fear that had lingered in the back of her mind began to dissolve, replaced by a fierce determination to nurture this bond.

As the sun dipped lower, casting gentle shadows across the forest floor, Coda, feeling safe and content, snuggled closer to the baby, his small body curling up beside the child. The tattered pink rose blanket, soft and worn, became their shared nest. Sarai watched as Coda’s eyelids grew heavy, the excitement of the day finally catching up to him.

The baby, still reaching out with tiny fingers, instinctively grasped a corner of the blanket, as if sensing the comfort of companionship. Coda sighed softly, nestled against the baby, and within moments, he drifted off to sleep, his breathing steady and peaceful. Sarai felt a wave of emotion wash over her, the sight of her son and the human child side by side, united in their innocence, filling her with hope.

In that quiet moment, she realized that their world had shifted. They were no longer defined by past divisions but were on the cusp of creating a new legacy—one that would embrace both apes and humans. She sat beside them, watching the two children peacefully asleep together, and let the tranquil stillness of the forest envelop her, knowing that this bond, however fragile, held the promise of a brighter future.

[snailwitdamail2]

calling it now. the new apes trilogy is gonna have an ape/human kiss like the og movie did.