War for the planet of the Apes Caesar x reader (lemon/smut)

Forged In Iron

You stood above Preacher's bloodied corpse, the MK slightly shaking in your trembling hands. You weren't sure how it had happened so fast. One minute, the two of you were in the empty ape pen after you had discovered the unearthed escape tunnel; the next minute, the young man had spotted Caesar running down the gravel concourse, the ape king dodging bullets as he galloped on all fours toward the wall.

Without a word, Preacher had followed him, slowly raising his crossbow in preparation of shooting the running chimp. And without a word, you had built your rifle, killing the young man in the back of the head.

An earth-shattering explosion broke the shock of what you had done. You jerked your head upwards to find the fuel tanker nearest to the wall had burst into a plume of fire, taking part of the wall and the ramparts with it. Debris rained down from the sky like some Armageddon snowfall.

Still, you couldn't move, frozen as the world around you fell apart in a display of fantastical apocalyptic proportions. But then something hard grabbed onto your arm, vice-like with its force, and you were back into the ape pen. You looked down to find Caesar had a hold of your forearm, pulling you toward the hole in the ground.

The events afterwards blurred together in a terrifying storm of washed-out colours, alarming sounds, and bursts of air between hot and cold. The ape king dragged you through the premade tunnels and out the other side, where you watched the Northern army destroy the base. The Alpha-Omegas may have become a severe, aggressive group in the past few months, but they had been your only home.

And now they were gone – defeated first by the army, and then buried in an avalanche of snow. You had been sure you were going to join them, smothered by an oppressive blanket of white death. But then the ape king had forced you onto his back, where you had clung as he rushed up the trunk of a pine tree as far as he could go. The assaulting wall of white hit the pine tree so hard you thought you would either away the tree would snap in half and you would both die a horrible death.

But the loud, train-like roar tapered into silence, the air no longer filled with stinging, biting ice, but soft snowflakes. It clung to the fur of the ape you were tightly holding onto, your arms braced around Caesar's neck.

You shoved away from the unwanted thoughts. The memories were replaced by fear as you looked up and saw the pine trees filled with apes. They surrounded you. There was no escape.

You clung tighter to Caesar's back as he carefully climbed to the ground (or rather, the top of the snow that had launched itself down the mountainside). You released your numb hands from his fur, your limbs slightly trembling, your teeth chattering from the chill in the air and the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

The large chimp slowly turned to stare at you with his piercing green-and-gold gaze. His expression was immutable, unreadable, and you had no idea what he was thinking behind those human-like eyes.

After the other apes had also climbed to the ground, the troop started to converge toward you. Without thinking, you hid behind the ape king, suddenly terrified they would rip you limb from limb. You had been one of their captors, after all. Though you had never abused them, and you had been generous with the water pails and feed scoops, you doubted that would earn you points.

Your fears seemed to be founded, as the gathering of apes began to hoot and howl angrily, their green eyes alight with fear and hatred as they began to move closer.

Caesar lifted his hand abruptly, and the apes stopped. Your heart hammered in your throat as you shielded yourself behind his broad shoulders. You had no idea if the ape king would spare your life, or allow them to murder you, so you waited with trembling, short breaths.