#caesar imagine

☆彡･::･★彡･::･☆彡

From the day Caesar brought you into the colony, his heart never truly returned to its place.

You had been weak then, exhausted, wounded, human in a world that had learned to fear them. Some apes watched with narrowed eyes, fingers tight on their weapons. Others whispered that you would bring danger. Caesar heard them all… and promptly ignored them.

“She stays,” he had said.

You were human but you did not push yourself into their world, but you listened, learned, waited... Some apes never fully trusted you, their eyes following your steps, their hands ready and you couldn’t blame them. Others softened over time, drawn to your gentle nature, to the way you spoke as if every life before you mattered. You never tried to prove yourself. 

But you learned which apes preferred distance and which allowed closeness. Learned the rhythm of the colony, the way voices lowered at dusk, the unspoken rules of space and respect. When some apes turned away from you, you didn’t chase for their approval and when others warmed up to you, you accepted them with quiet gratitude.

What surprised Caesar most was how you treated his sons.

Even in your maternal affections towards them, you never tried to replace Cornelia. Never took what was not yours. You simply were there, a steady presence for his sons, gentle hands, soft words. If Blue Eyes wanted help weaving or asked about the old human world, you answered. If Cornelius fussed or cried, you soothed him with patience that never felt forced. You never claimed them just simply filled the spaces where fear or loneliness settled offering warmth, stories, steady hands. Blue Eyes grew used to sitting beside you and Cornelius slept more soundly when you were near.

Caesar watched, month after month, in silence, his chest aching in a way he did not yet have words for.

Seasons shifted as the colony grew used to your laughter, to the sound of your voice drifting between shelters. Some apes still watched carefully— fewer now, others greeted you openly. Children followed you like little ducks, some perched on you, others holding your hands. Elders listened when you spoke and Caesar...

Caesar found himself looking for you before meetings, listening for the characteristic pitter-patter of your footsteps, measuring his days by whether he had last spoken to you.

He told himself it was gratitude.

He told himself it was trust.

He told himself many things, but none of them quieted his heart.

The night the storm came, the sky split open as thunder roared low and deep, echoing through the trees. Lightning flared in distant flashes, lighting the sky white. The wind rose violent, uneasy and wild.

Cornelius whimpered.

Caesar felt it immediately, the small, frightened sounds, the tension in his youngest son’s body. He moved toward him, but before he could reach him, you were already there.

“It’s all right,” you murmured, gathering the baby ape gently into your arms as Cornelius clutched your shirt, trembling and hiding his face in your neck, seeking warmth and security. You sat down in the cover of the hut, rocking him slowly as another rumble passed through the sky. Blue Eyes hesitated before joining, sitting close enough that your shoulders touched.

Thinking of ways of soothing the baby chimp, you remembered a song you used to sing to yourself at nights such as these. Softly, you began to sing, not loudly, not to perform but to soothe the apes in the refuge with you. Humming a soft, steady melody. Old, mournful and beautiful, like wind through branches, your voice rose and fell with the storm, calm where the sky was fierce.

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ... 'ᴛʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟᴏᴡ ᴍᴀɪᴅ' ʙʏ ᴇʀᴜᴛᴀɴ (ꜱʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ ɴ ʀᴇᴠᴇʀʙ) | [▶︎]

You rested your cheek against Cornelius’ head, a small nostalgic smile in your lips as you began to sing.

“A young man walked through the forest

With his quiver and hunting bow

He heard a young girl singing

And followed the sound below"

The other apes quieted, listening and as some leaned closer, others stilled where they stood. They did not know all the words, but they understood tone, the way sorrow and beauty twined together.

Cornelius relaxed against your chest, the vibrations of your voice soothing his nerves while Blue Eyes’ shoulders eased, breathing a sigh of relief. And one by one, other apes drew closer non threatening, just listening. Soon you were surrounded by the other younglings, who had found refuge in your lap, legs or side.

“There he found the maiden

Who lives in the willow

He called to her as she listened

From a ring of toadstools, red"

Maurice frowned slightly, understanding dawning. A maiden bound to a tree, a spirit tied to her land.

“Come with me, my maiden

Come from thy willow bed…"

Cornelius stirred, uneasy against your chest, your arms tightened protectively.

“She looked at him serenely

And only shook her head."

A murmur passed through the listeners, a recognition of the meaning. 

“See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance.

See me now, I cannot leave this place.

Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest.

Don’t ask me to follow where you lead"

Blue Eyes’ brow furrowed in concern, his head finding your shoulder while Caesar felt something shift deep in his chest.

“A young man walked through the forest

With a flower and coat of green, 

His love had hair like fire

Her eyes an emerald sheen

She wrapped herself in beauty

So young and so serene

He stood there under the willow

And he gave her the yellow bloom”

The apes understood this part easily; Courtship, admiration, beauty offered with open hands.

“Girl, my heart you’ve captured

Oh, I would be your groom…"

Some of the younger apes that rested in a circle at your feet exchanged glances. Love. A promise.

“She said she’d wed him never

Not near, nor far, nor soon."

The meaning settled like ash around the hut, because love does not mean surrender.

Your voice returned, heavier now, edged with warning.

“See me now, a ray of light in the moon dance

See me now, I cannot leave this place.

Hear me now, a strain of song in the forest

Don’t ask me to follow where you lead.”

Caesar’s breath caught as your voice softened but didn’t falter.

“A young man walked through the forest

With an axe sharp as a knife.

I'll take the green—eyed fairy

And she shall be my wife.

With her, I'll raise my children.

With her, I'll live my life.

The maiden wept when she heard him

When he said he'd set her free.”

A low growl sound passed through the crowd from several apes listening intently. Fear.

Anger

“He took his axe and used it

To bring down her ancient tree

Now your willow’s fallen

Now you belong to me"

No ape needed translation for this, they knew the feeling, they understood perfectly the force.

The Ownership. 

Destruction in the name of love.

“See me now (see me now, see me now) a ray of light in the moon dance

See me now (see me now, see me now) I cannot leave this place.

Hear me now (hear me now, hear me now) a ray of light in the moon dance

Don't ask me (don't ask me) to follow where you lead.”

Caesar’s heart clenched painfully as he looked across from you to the serene look in your face, your closed eyes as your head rested against Blue eyes, Cornelius quietly resting against your chest, your chin softly rested upon his head when you sang the final verses, that came like a quiet elegy.

“She followed him out of the forest

And collapsed upon the earth. 

Her feet had walked but a distance

From the green land of her birth.”

You rocked Cornelius more gently now as his breath evened out in quiet sleep, voice trembling just slightly.

“She faded into a flower,

That would bloom for one bright eve."

Silence reigned as the loss of the fairy settled in the hearts of the ape colony.

“He could not take from the forest

What was never meant to leave~"

As the song ended the storm had softened. Cornelius slept deeply against your chest, ear pressed against your heartbeat. Blue Eyes’ breathing was slow and even as he too had fallen asleep against your shoulder. Around them, the apes stood not just soothed, but thoughtful.

Caesar stood frozen, his heart beating erratically.

He understood the song fully now.

He watched the way Cornelius trusted you completely. The way Blue Eyes leaned closer without thinking. The way the apes, even the ones wary of your presence, had gathered, their tension fading as your song wrapped around them.

This human woman had done what Caesar’s strength and command never could.

She had belonged.

Caesar felt it then in the sharp and overwhelming beating of his heart, as if it had been pulled straight from his chest and placed in his hands. ‘This is what love looks like’, something inside him whispered. ‘Not possession. Not fear. But presence.’

Love that cages destroys.

Love that demands breaks what it claims.

Love that honors allows life to remain whole.

You looked up at him then, eyes warm, uncertain, open and in that moment, Caesar finally accepted what his heart had been telling him for months.

You were not a threat, neither were you a guest.

You were family.

And he– He was in love.

He stepped forward, finally sitting next to you and his sons, and spoke quietly, so only you could hear. “Thank you… for choosing us without leaving yourself behind.” he said quietly. 

Not as a leader. Not as a protector. 

But as a father, as a man who had finally understood his own heart.

You smiled, warm and gentle, as if you had always known. You laid your head on his chest as Cornelius slept peacefully and Blue Eyes smiled faintly in his sleep, and finally, Caesar felt peace settle into his chest.

The storm had passed and the forest had listened, and accepted you as one.

That night, as the colony settled back into sleep, Caesar remained near, no longer watching from afar, no longer afraid of the truth. In the wake of the storm, something strong and steady had taken root like a song in the trees.

After that night, Caesar had decided he must court you properly. Although he does not court the way humans do. There are no grand gestures, no declarations. Instead, there are small offerings, the language of his people, the language of survival and trust.

He brings you fruit before meetings, always the ripest. He walks beside you instead of ahead. When disputes rise in the colony, his voice lowers instinctively if you’re near, as though he doesn't want the sharp edges of leadership to cut you.

Of course, you noticed but not all at once, slowly over time.

Sometimes you thank him with a smile that lingers just long enough to make his chest ache. Sometimes you touch his arm when you speak to him, brief and unthinking, almost instinctual, and he has to still himself so he does not lean into it like a starving thing.

He learns your habits, like the humming while working, like your preference between dawn or dusk. You listen more than speak but when you do speak, it is with care, as if words are seeds and not all soil deserves them and Caesar learns to wait.

Others notice too. Some apes soften further, seeing how you fit gently into their lives. The younger ones always look and giggle like they know something you’re not aware of yet. Others remain wary even though they cannot deny how the children seek you out, how calm settles when you’re near.

Everyone sees how Caesar looks at you, not like a leader that surveys a responsibility but rather like a man looks at the place he belongs.

It all happens on a quiet night.

No storms. No danger. Just the low sound of insects and the slow breathing of the forest.

Cornelius sits between you, small hands gripping your fingers as you help him stack smooth stones. Blue Eyes works nearby, carving marks into wood, glancing up every now and then to include you in his quiet commentary of which wood makes the best arrows.

Caesar sits slightly apart, watching. Always watching.

This is what undoes him.

Not battle, nor loss. But this peace, this domesticity.

Caesar has had very little calm domesticity in his life.

Cornelius leans into your side, sleepy and trusting. You adjust without thinking, your arm coming around him, protective but light and Blue Eyes smiles faintly, content as he watches from the corner of his eye.

They look like a family and the realization strikes Caesar so sharply he has to look away.

I did not plan this. I did not choose it, but It grew anyway.

He thinks of Cornelia, of what she would have wanted. Of how she loved strength, yes, but also kindness. How you have never tried to replace her.

 You simply loved what remains.

‘If I speak, I risk everything… But if I stay silent, I lose myself.’

Cornelius yawns and you laugh softly, kissing the top of his head, a simple thing, instinctive but it makes Caesar stand.

“Come,” he says quietly. “It is late.”

Blue Eyes nods and gathers his tools. You lift Cornelius easily, gathering him in your arms as though you had done so all your life. You move together toward their hut, the tallest overlooking the rest of the colony. Later, when the boys are asleep, Caesar finds himself alone with you by the dying fire.

The silence is not awkward but it is full of feelings boiling over.

He stares at the flames, searching for words that will not fracture what you have built until he finds his courage as Caesar finally speaks.

“I watched you tonight.” You turn toward him with a small smile, curious but not alarmed.

“You do that a lot,” you gently quip, looking at his serious green eyes. He huffs, it was true. 

Caesar exhales slowly, reigning in his uneven breathing.

“My sons trust you,” he says. “The colony trusts you.”

You wait with batted breath.

“Caesar trusts you,” he adds, voice rough with honesty. You don’t interrupt as Caesar finally looks at you, a vulnerable twinkle in his green eyes.

‘If I do not speak now, I never will.’

“Caesar… did not know,” he says, carefully, testing his words “that love could be quiet.”

Your breath stills in your chest, eyes widening at the vulnerable leader before you.

“Caesar thought it was… fire. Or pain. Or something Caesar had to fight for.” He shakes his head slightly, huffing in disbelief. “But you… you came without force. You stayed without being asked. You care without taking.” His hands curl against his knees. “and Caesar cannot help but…”

His eyes once again find yours, green seeking (e/c).

“I love you.” The words fall between the both of you, unadorned. True.

“I do not ask you to follow me,” he says, voice low. “I only ask… that you walk beside me… if you choose.”

Silence.

Then you reach out not afraid and take his hand in yours, grip warm. Certain.

“I already am,” You respond and slowly you pull your face closer to his, breathing against his lips, foreheads collide in a loving confession.

Later that same night, Caesar lies awake next to you in his nest, listening to the breathing of his sons and the quiet presence of the woman who slowly became part of their world.

The forest is still and for the first time in a long while, so is his heart.

Because he finally has learned how to love without cutting down the tree that shelters him.

☆彡･::･★彡･::･☆彡

“Hello? Grandpa? Uncle Will?” that’s when I heard the sound of cooing, like a baby cooing but it wasn’t human.  I set my violin case down to the banister by the front door and walked into the study room where I found a large box with holes sitting on the table.  As I got closer to it, I heard my uncle say.

“Oh perfect timing, guess that means I can show you both.” I turned and saw both my uncle and grandpa coming around from the kitchen entry.

“Show me what?” uncle Will walked passed me, ruffled my hair and stood over the box.

“Hey grandpa.”

“Hey sweetheart. Get another gold star from Ms. Honey for good behavior?” I smiled solemnly.  Ms. Honey was my kindergarten teacher, my current teacher is Mr. Simmons. 

My grandpa for the past couple of years has been dealing with Alzheimer’s disease.  Uncle Will told me that it’s a disease that slowly eats away at the brain’s cells, affecting memory and sometimes body function.  You see, my parents died in a plane crash when I was just 3 years old and in their will they had the next guardianship be my grandpa.  But two years ago, that’s when the disease started to take its effect on him.

So my uncle Will had to move in with us to help not only take care of me but of grandpa too.  And when he’s at work and I’m at school, a nice nurse comes in and helps take care of grandpa.

“Grandpa, I’m in the 4th grade. My teacher is Mr. Simmons. You know the nice man you and uncle Will met last month at the school picnic.” He looked dazed for a second but then said.

“Oh right, yeah I knew that.”

“Dad, Lin, come check this out.” Uncle Will said trying to redirect the conversation.  We came over and the second we looked inside, there lay a baby monkey.

“Is that a monkey?” I asked with a head tilt.

“He’s actually a chimpanzee, an ape.” Uncle Will corrected me.  Grandpa was in pure awe as he slowly reached in and touched the baby chimp.

“What is that? Is he injured?” he asked as I took notice of a mark right around the right side of his chest.  It was a prominent balding mark in a unique shape, a long oval shape with an additional stripe at the top.  Kinda reminded me of an incomplete cross or an unfinished F.

“No, I think that’s a birthmark.” Uncle Will said as he crossed into the kitchen and started putting some things into the fridge.  All the while grandpa picked up the baby chimp and lifted him high into the air like he was Simba.  The little guy was just small enough to fit between both of grandpa’s hands.

“Listen Lin,” he told me before he began quoting, “‘But as for Caesar, kneel down, kneel down and wonder.’”

“He’s so cute.” I awed as I reached out and touched his little toes.

“Yeah don’t get too attached, either of you.” Uncle Will told us.

“So why bring him here then if we can’t keep him?” I sassed.

“He’s not a dog or a cat, not even a bunny rabbit. He’s a wild animal. My coworker promised he’d try to find an animal sanctuary for him in a couple of days.” I let out a exasperated groan.

“Animal sanctuaries are still prisons.”

“Don’t get smart young lady.” My uncle playfully reprimanded as he pointed at me.

“It’s not polite to point.” I sassed back.

“Polite? Okay, I’ll show you polite.” My uncle said as he shut the fridge and giving me that narrowed but playful look in his eyes.  I took off running as he raced after me.  I got only up four stairs before I felt two arms wrap around me and he swung me away from the staircase and the next thing I felt was a wet finger in my ear.

“GAHH EWW UNCLE WILL!!!”

“Yeah your mom did this to me all the time when we were kids, now it’s payback.” He laughed.

“I’m innocent in this vile act!” I proclaimed dramatically.

“But you must pay for the sins of thy mother young youth!”

“Will, Maria, you two better stop horsing around in there.” At hearing my mom’s name we both settled down and a somber feeling was in the air.

“He’s been calling me that on and off for the past week.”

“Honestly who can blame him. You look so much like her when she was your age.” He said with a soft smile and he ruffled my hair again.

“Really?”

“Yeah. And when have I ever lied about anything in regards to my big sister?”

“Never.”

“Exactly.” He then playfully nudged my side with his before changing the subject.  “Now please tell me you managed to eat dinner cause I’ve had a long day of work and I don’t feel like cooking anything.”

“Lucky for you, the rec center was hosting a pizza party after the past few months prepping for Districts last week. Maestro Fiyero said we earned a little break after working us so hard.”

“Good. Now why don’t you brush your teeth and get ready for bed.”

“Why does my curfew have to be 9 o’clock? I’m 10 years old, not five.”

“Growing girls needs sleep too you know.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Tell grandpa I said goodnight will yah?”

“Will do kid. Sleep tight, don’t let the bedbugs bite.”

“You too.” I grabbed my violin and raced on upstairs and did my nighttime routine before getting into bed and turning off the light.

As the night progressed, I soon heard the sounds of shrieks coming from the hallway.  I opened my eyes and looked at my clock to see that it was 2:30am.  I got up and let out a cough and muttered to myself.

“Need some juice.” Quietly I walked down the hallway towards the stairs but as I came to the bathroom I could hear the shower running as well as the bathroom sink.  Did grandpa accidentally leave the water running again after taking his shower?  No, Uncle Will would’ve turned it off by now.

I knocked softly on the door and I heard my uncle’s voice say.

“It’s just me dad.”

“I’m not grandpa.” I heard footsteps and the door cracked open and when he saw me, he brought me into the bathroom before closing it.  Immediately I was hit with the heat that had been trapped by the hot water that was coming from both the shower and the sink.

“What are you doing up so late Lin?”

“I heard shrieking and then I got thirsty.”

“Ohh sorry, guess this little guy woke you up too huh?” it was then I took notice of the baby chimp swaddled up in my uncle’s arms.  I looked down at him and he looked up at me, moving his grip from my uncle’s finger to mine as he cooed.

“He looks like he has a cold.”

“You think?”

“Yeah, his nose is kinda runny.”

“Well that’s normal for babies sometimes. He’s barely a day old. You definitely had a runny nose when you were born.”

“No I didn’t!”

“Oh yeah you were quite the little snot monster. The original boogeyman, or boogeygirl.” He said taking his free hand that was on top of the baby chimp and playfully gripped my nose.

“Uncle Will!” I whined softly which made him laugh.  Our moment was stopped as the baby chimp let out a few more coos before snuggling up to uncle Will, all the while the grip on my finger got a bit tighter.  I smiled down at him and said as I stroked my thumb over his tiny fingers.  “Are you sure we can’t keep him?”

“I’ll—think about it. Holding him like this….makes me think back to the day you were born. Boy your mom wouldn’t let me near you at first. Feared I was gonna drop you, she always had that fierce mama bear instinct right from the get-go. Even when we were growing up and as she tormented me at times. When I needed it, she was there with her hot-headed attitude.”

“I miss her uncle Will.”

“Me too kid. Me too.” I leaned up against him and he rested his head on top of mine giving it a soft kiss.  “Go on back to bed, I’ll stay up with him.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah. I’m used to all-nighters, one day you might get there when you’re composing your first symphony. But for now, head back to bed.”

“Can I still get my juice first? I’m thirsty.”

“Just this once. Just be quiet when passing Charles’ room.” I nodded before leaning down and gave the baby chimp a kiss to which he let out a cute yawn and quiet hoot.

“Goodnight little chimp. Night uncle Will.” I gave him a peck on the cheek and he said goodnight to me as I quietly left the bathroom shutting the door immediately as I got out.  I went downstairs, got my drink and went back to bed.

The next morning I was finishing my breakfast and packing my school books into my backpack as uncle Will was coming down with the baby chimp and set him up in my old high-stool chair that grandpa had kept.

“Where’s my car keys?” grandpa asked as he was patting through his robe and pj pockets.  “My car keys where’d you put them? I need to get Lin to school!” he said urgently.

“Dad.” Uncle Will calmly spoke to him. “You-you don’t drive anymore. And Lin takes the bus.” Grandpa looked at him with a blank stare before turning away and telling him.

“I know that.” It really does make me sad to see grandpa this way.  He always looks so dazed and lost, like he’s here with us but at the same time he’s not.  Sometimes he’ll just sit there and stare off into space, frozen in his spot and not say anything for a really long time.

“Here, why don’t you feed him? Can you do that?” uncle Will suggested holding up a baby bottle filled with milk.

“Of course I can.” Said grandpa coming over.  As uncle Will went to get his coffee (blech!) grandpa came over and grabbed the bottle which made the baby chimp go crazy with hunger as he reached out for it.  As soon as it was in reach, he grabbed the bottle from grandpa’s hand and immediately began drinking it as fast as he could.

I dropped my fork and stared at him in awe.  I was told that babies always needed help being fed for at least several months and yet after just being born yesterday, he was feeding himself.

“Will, look at this.” Grandpa said as uncle Will came back into the kitchen and saw what we saw.  “How old is he? Like a day old, two days old?” Uncle Will sat down as he examined the baby chimp confused.

“Yeah.” Uncle Will said lowly as he kept his eyes on the baby chimp.

“Oh he’s a smart one isn’t he?” said grandpa as he came around and sat on the other side of the baby and gently placed his hand on top of his head.  “What are you gonna name him?”

“I—I don’t know.” Uncle Will said unsure.  That’s when I saw it.  Now I’m no monkey or ape expert but from pictures I’ve seen in books they normally have dark eyes, mostly brown but this little guy.  His eyes were green.

Joseph crossed his arms with annoyance. "You guys are so boring." He then strutted off, heading off to the room he was given earlier.

You and Caesar turned around to laugh. Ever since the two of you started training under Lisa Lisa years ago, you had gotten unbelievably close. Back when you both lived with Lisa Lisa for everyday training, you only had each other. Since you both have given up on school to become stronger, no one knew you better than Caesar.

You were there to see him grow. From watching him mature from a young boy to a man, you couldn't help but fall in love with him. There had always been romantic tension between you two, but there was also a fair amount of friend-zoning. Since you practically grew up as teammates, it was hard to transform your relationship into something less platonic.

"I'm gonna head to my room now," you said. "I'll see you tomorrow! Sleep well, Caesar!"

Caesar nodded. "Sleep well."

You both parted ways to go to your rooms, but you were abruptly stopped by one of the island's maids, Suzie Q.

"Ah, Y/n!" the cute girl chirped. "I guess Lisa Lisa hasn't told you yet, but your room is under renovation!"

"O-Oh," you frowned.

"Yeah. It's been a while since that room's been occupied, so it's kind of falling apart now. I heard it'll all be fixed by the end of the week, though," she said.

Disappointed, you crossed your arms and let out a sigh. You turned to look behind you, noticing that Caesar was still there, listening intently.

"If it's not a problem, you could sleep in my room," he suggested. "There's only one bed, but I think it'll be big enough for the two of us."

You blushed at the thought of sleeping next to Caesar. When you were younger, he'd let you sleep in his bed whenever you had nightmares. But yet again, you were both young. Sleeping next to him now would be... a lot different.

"It's not a problem!" You smiled and walked beside Caesar. "Just don't snore too loud."

The blond laughed. "Of course I won't. Wouldn't want to wake up the princess now, do I?"

* * *

For the next hour, you and Caesar remained far apart in the room. You were on an armchair reading a book while Caesar was writing a letter to his family. He'd occasionally start small talk, but go back to his work minutes after. Eventually, he turned off his desk lamp and sealed his letter inside an envelope. He got up from his seat and stretched his body, walking to where you were sitting afterwards.

"Is the book that fun, Y/n?" Caesar said softly in your ear.

"Mhm! I'm on an interesting chapter right now." You slightly tilted the book for Caesar to see.

"Ah..." he mumbled. He brought his face closer to the book, now side-by-side with your face too. His eyes dashed across the pages, reading bits and pieces of the book. Every now and then, he'd mumble a sentence or two out loud. Once he believed he read enough, he moved back from your chair and nodded. "This book does seem fun, but I think it's getting late now. I don't want to see you tired during training tomorrow. I doubt she's going to go any easier on us."

You looked over to the bed you and Caesar would be sharing. Nervously, you closed your book and placed it on a small table beside the arm chair. "Yeah, you're right. Now would be a good time to sleep."

Caesar smiled and walked over to the bed. He was already in his pyjamas (his usual cropped tank top and loose pants), but you noticed him change out of his top. His shirt and arms above his head, abs flexing, and hair getting caught in the neck hole: was he just doing this on purpose?

Now shirtless, he folded the piece of clothing on a nightstand. With the moonlight shining into the bedroom, you could see the light shining off his abdomen, enhancing his muscles even more. You knew he was a well-built man, but you seriously underestimated his figure. You tried to recall when Caesar ever had the time to get so jacked, but stopped once you saw him looking back at you.

"Ah, sorry. I should've asked before. Is it alright if I sleep like this?" He asked.

You looked down at the carpet, blushing. "Y-Yeah, it's fine. I know it gets hot at night, so I don't mind..."

Caesar smiled. "Alright, then what are you waiting for? Come join me. You're going to be cold if you just stay there all night."

"Right..!" You turned off your reading lamp and skittishly walked to the bed. Awkwardly, you uncovered the bedsheets and laid next to the blond. Caesar was laying on his side towards your direction, so you instinctively turned the other way around.

"Goodnight," Caesar whispered.

"Goodnight." Your eyes slowly closed, ready to fall asleep. The pillows were comfy, the sheets were freshly cleaned, but you couldn't sleep no matter how hard you tried. The sound of your heart beating was too loud for you to ignore. You'd switch sleeping positions, hoping it would provide more comfort, but nothing worked. If you wanted to get good rest, you would've needed to not be sleeping next to Caesar (and shirtless nevertheless).

"Can't fall asleep?" Caesar asked in a sweet voice.

"No..." you said back. "I guess I'm just extremely stressed for Joseph's sake."

That wasn't a complete lie, but you knew very well that you were more anxious about your current situation.

"I am too, if I'm being honest." Caesar gently grabbed your shoulder and turned you to face him and his emerald eyes. "Remember when we were younger? You'd knock on my door, all teary-eyed from having nightmares?"

You nodded, embarrassed. "You don't need to remind me."

"Why not? You were so cute back then. You're still adorable now, but it's still kind of scary knowing that you're more well-versed with hamon now than before."

"Adorable?" you repeated. "Me?"

"Of course. You really should've seen yourself back then; young girl, knocking up into my room, proceeding to take the entire bed while drooling on my shoulder? Maybe right now is the karma you get for all the sleepless nights I've had in the past because of you."

"S-Sorry," you said.

"I'm just joking," Caesar chuckled. "I know we're not teenagers anymore, but you can sleep on my shoulder again if you're having trouble."

You were glad that all the lights were off. Otherwise, Caesar would've noticed the rosy look on your face.

"Thank you..." There was no point in declining his suggestion at this point. You shifted yourself closer to Caesar and laid on his chest. His skin was soft and his chest was like a pillow. Despite your heart beating fast before, you began to calm down from hearing Caesar's faint breaths. He moved his arm around your body and then stroked your arm. With your shared body heat, your whole body felt warm and fuzzy.

"Y/n..." Caesar said softly, almost falling asleep. "Sleep well." He leaned over and kissed tip of your nose before drifting off to sleep shortly after.

"H-Hey!" you called out, shaking Caesar to wake him up again.

"Hm? What seems to be the issue?"

You hated how calm he was being. He'd always pull off things like this and not say a word afterwords, wanting to watch you get flushed from his teasing. Did he like you? Was he being friendly? It didn't matter at this point because you were going to pull the same trick on him.

You leaned in towards Caesar's face and kissed him gently on the lips. Your mind was racing, but your lips acted like they knew what they were doing. Slowly, you parted away from Caesar with his taste still lingering on your mouth. With a small smirk, you turned to face the other way of Caesar. "Goodnight," you whispered.

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ...

ᏔꝊ𐌐𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌓 [▶︎]

Magnolia park (feat. plvtinum & vana)   ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"You won't have a place to hide

I'll free you from your useless life

As long as you still worship me"

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Caesar’s love is not childish or impulsive—it is anchored. Thoughtful. Loyal. But when he falls for you, it digs beneath his skin like a splinter of fire he cannot remove.

He tells himself it is love. That it is noble. But what grows is need—a desire to possess your soul, your heart, yourr very breath.

He is not loud in his obsession. He watches. He waits. He calculates.

And he ensures no one else ever gets close.

To Caesar, you are peace. You're the quiet in his storm, the answer to the guilt that haunts him. In his eyes, you redeems his sins. Losing you would unmake him.

And that, ultimately, makes him more dangerous than any brute like Koba.

Because Caesar believes his love is righteous.

And righteous obsession destroys.

When he closes his eyes, he can smell the remnats of your scent on his fur and the fact that it slowly becomes fainter drives him absolutely mad.

In the quiet of his hut, he reflects on the day, on how many times you've smiled, how cute you look when you eat a rather sour berry, the pout on your face.

But mostly, in his obsesion, he feels like you fuel him, like you want him to fall harder. In his dreams you always say the same things, always hovering over him in his nest, your face flushed red and eyes seductive. Always saying:

"Worship me

In all of my glory

Bow in prayer

Kiss the ground at my feet

I'm your queen, your goddess, unholy"

And Gods, he wants to.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ...

𐋅𐌀𐌵𐌍𐌕𐌄𐌃 [▶︎]

Chris Grey   ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"Oh you might not be mine but I'll always be

Watching

Now you're forever

Haunted, oh

Baby I can be your shadow

You'll never have to be alone

Oh my beautiful darling

You're forever haunted, haunted"

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

What Caesar thinks... "(Y/n) makes me feel peace. But when I see them with others… I feel rage. I should be above such feelings. I’m not." "(Y/n) belongs in my world. And if they don’t… I will shape the world around them." "No one else will understand them like I do. No one else will protect them like I can. They don’t deserve (Y/N)"

Caesar's behaviour doesn't seem to change much at first glance, but if you know where to look you can see him unraveling at the seams.

Protection that turns to control:

He insists you stay in his hut for “safety.” He ensures you eat the best fruits and fishes, that you sleep, that you're dressed comfortably—but that you never stray far from him.

Surveillance disguised as concern:

He assigns guards to you, his best and most loyal apes that would never betray him. He also gives you gifts out of the blue, mostly things you didn’t ask for but may have mentioned missing from your past. Appears whenever you're alone, like he’s always known where you are.

Silencing Rivals:

Subtly pressures other male apes to keep their distance. Threatens Koba when he says something about you or looks at you the wrong way ( for Caesar's taste, that's always). Chases off any human that approaches you, and in the future, when you're in the colony if any human groups reach it and ask for help, he will help as long as they give things for Caesar to gift you, leave you alone and leave as soon as possible ( and because you look at him a certain way that makes him weak.) Doesn’t hesitate to exile or even kill if he believes they’ll take you from him.

Emotional Gaslighting:

If you push back, he grows hurt, distant—then tender. “I’m only doing this for you. Why do you resist me?”

"I know you're terrified by the mess you've made

Oh I can't move on with life that's without you

I can't die without hearing your "I do"

I'm scared by the lengths I would go

Won't end up alone

I've lost all control"

If you ever try to leave, he doesn’t rage—he begs. Falls to his knees. And if you keep refusing him… he breaks.

Cold. Commanding. He locks you away "for your own good" in his hut, only his sons can visit you. Because he can’t lose you. Not again.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ...

𐌁𐌉𐌕𐌄 𐌌𐌀𐌐𐌊𐌔 [▶︎]

League of Legends · TEYA  ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"I like it when the bite marks cut through the skin

I like it when the bite marks cut through the skin"

The war had come, but Caesar had survived it.

Koba was dead. Dreyfus, gone. The humans were fractured, like a cracked bone trying to heal wrong. But amidst the chaos, you remained. A human who once tried to be a broker of peace. Who spoke to Caesar with eyes full of mercy, even when his own people snarled.

He should have let you go. But he didn't. Couldn't.

You reminded him of something long forgotten — warmth.

And now, you were his.

Caesar watched you from the shadows of the great tree. The colony was quiet, rebuilt atop the ruins of what once was. His apes obeyed. His sons trained. But his thoughts never left you.

You walked carefully through the settlement, eyes lowered, respectful. You had learned quickly — how to speak softly, how not to flinch when Rocket growled, how to answer when Caesar called.

"They listen. they learn. (Y/n)… good," he thought, stroking the carved wood in his hand — a small totem he'd made in your image.

He had given it to you once. You had smiled at him smiled. That smile had lingered in his mind like a fever for weeks.

"Tell me the walls are closing in

Into the fire and born again

Taste the pain and drink it in

I like it when the bite marks (bite marks)

I like it when the bite marks cut through the skin"

"You are kind, Caesar. Even after all you suffered, even when you shouldn't be..."

That voice. That softness. It soothed him but also enraged him. It threw him in a loop but also achored him, to his duty, to the colony, to You.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ...

𐌀𐌍Ᏽ𐌄𐌋 [▶︎]

NewDad ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"I think I'm losing my mind

You're an angel

I'm just trying to be like you

Even if it's painful"

You weren’t allowed outside the colony alone anymore. Not since two young apes saw you by the river, laughing at something in the water — something not Caesar.

He punished them for looking.

"They are not for them." His voice had cracked like a whip, harsh and unfamiliar even to his own ears.

He told you it was for safety and maybe at some point it was. But when you cried, whispered that you missed the trees beyond the border, Caesar’s chest burned with something foul.

Not rage. Not sorrow.

Possession.

It began as whispers. Not in the forest — within.

“They will leave you.” “They are still human.” “They lies when they smile.”

He silenced those voices at first. He buried them like Koba’s corpse.

But sometimes, when you looked too long at Blue Eyes... or spoke to Maurice or even Rocket without seeking Caesar’s gaze first… the whispers returned.

“(Y/n) wants them. Not you.” “They fear you.” “Break them, and they will be yours.”

No.

No!

He loved you.

Didn’t he?

"You're kind, but I'm not

It seems that I forgot how to care

About anything but my own despair

And you have a good heart

But I'm sure mine's stopped

And it won't restart

I think it's broken

So you can't own it"

You approached him one night, eyes glowing in firelight, knelt by his side as he sat on the high rock, eyes fixed on the fire. A small silence fell between you two, as you sighed softly, one of your hands softly laying in Caesar's furry arm.

“You seem… different lately.” You said, looking at him, gaze soft and worried.

He said nothing.

“Is something wrong?” You searched for his green gaze but he keept his eyes fixed on the fire, his jaw ticked as he pressed his lips.

Was something wrong?

No! Everything was perfect. The humans were gone. His rule was absolute. And you were here — always here.

But you still looked at him like he was Caesar, the leader. Not Caesar, the man (ape). The one who would have killed a hundred humans just to keep you close.

“You do not... love Caesar,” he whispered, his eyes finally locked on yours. So full of a sort of sadness in them you didn't quite understand.

“What?” You blinked, confused.

“You do not look at me... like I look at you.” Caesar said, his gaze returning to the fire, unable to look at your rejection.

Your lips parted. Your hesitation, the silence — a dagger to his heart.

“Say it,” he growled, green eyes loocking back with yours. “Say you love Caesar.”

“I—I do!,” You stammered. " I care for you!"

Not enough.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

ᴺᵒʷ ᴾˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ...

ᏔꝊ𐌐𐌔𐋅𐌉𐌓 [▶︎]

Amber Run ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"You've got a spell on me

You're in every one of my dreams

It's started feeling like it's more a disease

When I close my eyes it's you I see

And it's torture

To love you

Now all I can do is dream of you

It's torture to love you"

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

The voices stopped whispering.

They shouted now.

“Take them. Chain them. They are yours. They were always yours.”“You built a kingdom for them. Burn it if they resists.”

He isolated you. Built a hut near his own, away from the others. Even banned Blue Eyes from visiting.

When you resisted, cried, begged, he told you:

“You are safest here. With me. I would burn the world for you, (y/n).”

And he meant every word.

When you refused to eat, he fed you with his own hands.

When you wept, he laid beside you, arms encircling your body like iron chains.

His scent clung to you. His mark was on you. You were his.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear as you slept, tears still clung to your eyelashes and ran down reddened cheeks.“Say it... back, or I will never... let you... go.”

"It's torture, it's torture to love you"

The walls of the hut were tight with silence. You sat curled in the furs of your nest, face pale and eyes hollow from days of Caesar’s obsession pressing against you like vines. He didn’t strike you. He didn’t scream. He could never.

But he watched. He commanded, and every time you tried to breathe, he was there.

You had loved him once — still did, if you searched deep enough.

When they stood on the bridge together during the early peace talks, when he shielded you from a stray gunshot with his own body, when he gave you the carved totem…

“You remind Caesar... of warmth,” he had said, eyes looking down at the forest floor, too shy to look at your smile.

You had felt the same.

But how could you love an ape?

How could you even say it?

The world would never forgive your betrayal. Neither side would.

So you stayed silent. Suffered in silence. And now… he thought you didn’t love him at all.

Tonight, he sat outside your hut, keeping watch as every other night, overlooking the colony and rocking gently to calm himself as whispers clawed at his mind like smoke.

“They don’t love you.”“You scared them away.”“Break them or lose them.”

He was crying. You could heard it in his breathing as you approached the hut's door.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

𐌋𐌄𐌕 𐌕𐋅𐌄 ᏔꝊ𐌐𐌋𐌃 𐌁𐌵𐌐𐌍 [▶︎]

Chris Grey ♥︎

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⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

"I shouldn't have fallen in love

Look what it made me become

I let you get too close

Just to wake up alone

And I know you think you can run

You're scared to believe I'm the one

But I just can't let you go"

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

You stepped out slowly, barefoot and in your thin sleeping clothes , and sat beside him in silence a small space between you two. The night air nipped at your cheeks as you breathed the scent of the fire, of the trees, of Caesar...

He didn’t look up.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. A twitch. He flinched like your voice burned, as if you had stricked him.

It hurt.

“For... what?” Caesar's hoarse voice responded, your voices the only sound in the night.

“For being afraid of you.” You said, breaking the silence as you looked at your hands in your lap. He finally turned. His eyes were bloodshot, wide, desperate.

“You... should be,” he rasped. “Caesar doesn't know... who he is anymore." He looked at your wide, worried eyes. "Caesar keeps thinking of ways to… keep you.”

You leaned closer to his body, trembling from the cold night air. “You never needed to keep me, Caesar." You looked to the sky, a sad smile in your lips. Tonight seemed like a beautiful night to confess. "I was already yours.”

His mouth parted, teeth glinting in shock. His whole body spinning to look at your profile better. Begging the gods for this not to be one of these dreams that haunted him so.

“I loved you from the beginning, Caesar. I just… didn’t know how to live with it." You said, curling into yourself even futher, eyes shyly looking at the flabergasted ape next to you. "I-I didn’t know if I was allowed to... To love something the world told me to fear.”

His hand reached for your face like you were made of smoke.

“You loved me?” He asked as his trembling hand cupped your chilly cheek. "Even after... everything?"

You nodded, eyes shimmering like a lake before dawn with unshed relieved tears. Feeling as if you had taken off a big weight you had unknowingly been carriying. “I think- I still do.”

His chest rose and fell rapidly— then stilled. The madness began to shrink, like water boiling off in the sun, the thoughs became nothing but far away whispers. Not gone, no — never gone. But quieted.

He pulled you into his chest and buried his face in your shoulder, hands shooking. He pressed you as tight as he could without hurting you, soft hoots escaped him as he rubbed his cheek against your neck, laying soft buterfly-like kisses across your shoulder, neck and cheek.

“I would have destroyed the world for you,” he said, joining his forehead with yours sweetly, his bigger palms caressed your cheeks lovingly.

“Don’t,” you replied with a small smile, giving Caesar a soft peck on his lips. “Just stay.”

With time, the whispers faded.

Not forever. Sometimes they came back when you laughed with Blue Eyes, or when you talked with other male apes. But now, when they returned, Caesar would look at you— and you'd smile, and say, “I love you, remember?”

And he would silence the voices again. He didn’t need a throne, not when he had you.

You were the fire beneath all his ashes.

And he was finally warm.

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ

"Let it all burn

Oh, I'd burn this world for you

Oh, baby, I'd let it burn

For you"

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ

The wind whispered through the trees, carrying the distant sounds of waves crashing against the shore. Caesar stood at the edge of the encampment, his sharp eyes following the small group gathered near the fire. His sons, Blue Eyes and Cornelius, sat close to you, soft laughter intertwining with the crackling flames.

You had been there from the beginning, long before Cornelius had taken his first breath. When Blue Eyes was still young and full of curiosity, it was you who had shown him how to hold a bow properly, who he sought after for comfort and who had soothed him with quiet stories when the nights were too restless. And when Cornelius was born, you had been the one to hold him first, just after Caesar, Cornelia and Lake, whispering words of comfort as the tiny infant clung to your fingers.

He had never expected this.

You, the human they had found wandering through the forest, who had been a mystery to him since the beginning. At first, he had only seen the danger in your presence in the colony—how your sole existence could threaten everything he worked so hard to build. But you had proven yourself time and time again, the colony had accepted you as one of them, even Koba, to some degree had been okay with your presence. 

You were kind, patient, and never looked at them with fear.

Cornelius was perched in your lap, his small hands reaching for your face as you spoke in a gentle, lilting voice. Blue Eyes, usually so serious and protective of his baby brother, was smiling softly as you traced patterns in the dirt, teaching him something he was clearly fascinated by.

Caesar’s grip on his staff tightened. The sight stirred something deep within him, something unfamiliar, something dangerous.

A warmth he had not felt in a long time.

Not since Cornelia.

He had lost so much. His mate, his people, the peace he had fought so hard for. Love had become a distant memory, replaced by war, loss, and survival. But now, watching you with his children, something within him ached—not with pain, but with longing.

You fit here, in their world. Not as an outsider, not as a threat, but as something more.

As one of them.

Caesar moved closer, his steps nearly silent if you hadn’t known him for so long. You looked up at him as he approached, gaze warm and knowing. “They’re wonderful, Caesar,” you said softly, running a hand through Cornelius’s dark fur, making the young ape purr in happiness. “So full of life… despite everything.”

His throat tightened. He had fought so hard to give them a future. And now, here you were, slipping into that future without him even realizing it.

“They… like you,” he murmured, glancing at Blue Eyes, who had begun playfully nudging your shoulder, trying to get your attention to show you what he had written on the sand. Cornelius hooted softly, clutching your arm.

Smiling, your expression gentle. “I like them, too.”

For the first time in what felt like forever, Caesar allowed himself peace, with a small smile he sat beside you, closer than he usually would. Cornelius immediately climbed into his lap, but his little hands still reached for yours, as if he could not bear to let go of your warm touch.

Blue Eyes nudged you again, but as he noticed how you were looking at his father, a mischievous glint shone on his blue eyes. “You should stay with us forever.” He signed with a soft coo, immediately Cornelius agreed with a loud hoot as he pulled on his father’s fur.

You laughed softly, a sound that warmed Caesar’s chest and pulled at his tired heartstrings. “And what would your father think about that?” you teased back, glancing at Blue eyes, although the older ape saw how your cheeks flushed pink.

A low rumble of laughter escaped Caesar as you met his green intelligent eyes, and for a moment, there was no war, no burdens, no loss. Just this—his sons, the firelight, and you.

“He… would not mind,” he murmured, voice low but firm.

Your gaze softened as your cheeks reddened. Slowly, you reached out towards him, brushing your fingers against his rough hand. It was a small touch, but it spoke volumes. A silent promise. A quiet understanding.

And it meant the world to Caesar.

You hesitated for a moment before shifting closer, until there was no space left between the two of you. Caesar could feel the warmth of your body, the steady rise and fall of your breath, the sweetness of your scent.

“Caesar,” you whispered, his name slipping from your lips like a prayer.

His free hand lifted on its own, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His rough fingers lingered against your brow, tracing a path down from your cheek to your lips, catching the soft gasp that escaped your lips, memorizing every detail.Leaning into his touch, eyes searching his, waiting, offering.

And then he closed the distance.

The first touch was hesitant, your foreheads kissed as Caesar's big hands held your face close to him, a trembling breath escaped your lips, heart pounding in your ears as anticipation took hold of you. Then, gathering your courage, your lips touched his.

The kiss was soft, hesitant at first. You pulled away shortly after but Caesar held you closer and joined your lips again and again, the kisses growing more heated.

The king of the San Francisco Ape colony was familiar with human customs, he tried to recall all he had learned when he lived with Will about love. His mind flashed with the romance movies he saw on the Tv with Charles, how Will showed his love to Caroline, what he observed couples do from his window. He recalled kisses as something very intimate between mates, something meaningful and full of the unspoken feelings between them.

He was not good with words, but his actions spoke loud and clear and as soon as he felt you respond to his kiss with effusiveness, something inside him shattered. 

All the walls he had built, the grief he had buried, all of it faded into the firelight. His strong arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you closer, as if holding you in this moment would keep the world from stealing you away.

You melted against him, fingers threading through his rough fur, tracing the scars left by the harsh years  and anchoring you both. The world outside still burned, but here, wrapped in each other's warmth, Caesar felt something he thought had been lost to him.

Hope.

When you finally pulled apart, forehead resting against his, your breaths mingling in the cool night air.

“You… are my family” his husky voice, hoarse but full of certainty ran through your spine, leaving goosebumps in it's wake. “If... you stay, I will never… let you… go.” The way your name flew from his lips made your heart flutter.

Smiling, you pressed another gentle kiss to the corner of his lips. “Then I will stay,” you whispered. “Always”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Caesar truly believed in a future worth fighting for.

EXTRA:

Blue eyes looked at his father and favorite human sharing a moment of intimacy and felt happiness. Happiness for his father, who, since Cornelia’s death had been a shell of himself, focusing only in the colony’s matters and in raising him and Cornelius, pushing beyond his limit. 

Cornelius looked at the two adults, tilted head in mid confusion but when he saw the soft smile on both of their faces he understood. Hooting loudly he began climbing his father like a tree, much to Blue eyes’ amusement, until he could climb into your hair and perch himself there, cooing as you and Caesar pulled apart laughing softly- or in Caesar case, a soft amused huff.

“Don’t worry Cornelius, I will stay with you and Blue eyes too.” You smiled as the baby ape jumped into your arms, nestling into your neck. The older prince sat next to his father who wrapped one arm around his shoulder as you held one of Blue eyes’ hands, smiling back at you as you kissed Cornelius' forehead lovingly. “ Always.”

Caesar felt his whole body relax for the first time in years, his lips quivered in a light smile as he watched his little family gathered by the fire, his heart bursting at the seams in happiness, green eyes lovingly taking in all the details and searing the moment on his mind with the stars in the sky as the only witnesses to this tender moment.

♥︎♥︎♥︎