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magnificentmaleficent · 3 months ago

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𝚃𝚒𝚝𝚕𝚎: Longing 𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: Cornelius x H! Reader 𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: He shouldn't feel this way. He was an ape and you were human. It was unatural, it was forbidden and yet... Everytime you smirked, everytime you challenged him-- His heart raced... It wasn't just admiration anymore, it was need. So let the world judge him, he didn't care anymore— because Cornelius wasn't afraid of the truth, and the truth was that he was in love with you. 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝: Can you write something short for Cornelius please? Maybe confessing to Human! Reader. Thank you.

A/N: Roddy Mcdowall the icon that you were... This was supposed to be short... I got too excited oops...

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Cornelius had always been a careful thinker, a measured speaker, but you unraveled him in a way he couldn’t explain. When you had first arrived, he had been fascinated.

You were intelligent in ways no human should have been. You spoke, reasoned, challenged him.

At first, it had been purely intellectual—of course it had.

You made him question things.

And Cornelius loved questions.

But you keep refusing to be categorized. Refused to fit neatly into the laws of nature he’d known all his life.

But the problem was– You had become a question he could not answer. He had tried to reduce you to a puzzle, a mystery, something he could fit into the grand tapestry of history.

And slowly—horrifyingly—Cornelius realized it wasn’t just your mind that fascinated him, but you.

“Your history is wrong,” You had told him, arms crossed. “Humans were here before you.”

“That’s a bold claim.” Cornelius swallowed, his heart racing at the implication. “It’s simply impossible.”

You glanced up, eyes glinting as you flipped through the pages of one of his books. “You already suspect it.”

He swallowed hard, eyes downcast. “That doesn’t mean—”

You shut the book with a soft thud. “You know I’m right.”

Cornelius’ eyes looked at you for a brief moment, and for the first time, he admitted something he had been fighting for weeks.

“I don’t want you to be right,” he said quietly and if it wasn’t for the fact he was seated before you, you’d probably wouldn’t have heard him.

Your expression softened. “Why?”

“Because if you are, then everything I’ve ever believed is a lie.”

You leaned forward, voice softer now. “And that scares you?” He hated how you could see right through him. Cornelius was afraid. Because if you were right—if human civilization had come before the apes—then his entire belief system was a lie.

He hesitated, the silence engulfing his office. Then, barely above a whisper he answered without meeting your gaze.

“Yes.”

Cornelius didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

You reached out, fingers softly brushing over his knuckles, his hands tightly intertwined together and with a quiet but sweet voice you asked.

“I scare you too, don’t I?”

Because yes. Yes, you did.

But not for the reasons you thought. Not because you were a threat to ape history but because you were a threat to him, as fear wasn’t the only thing stirring in him.

Wanting you.

You were brilliant, sweet and the more time he spent beside you, the more he found himself wanting your trust.

He was an ape and you were a human. It was unthinkable and yet, when you leaned forward, eyes full of fire, he thought…

It meant that everything he had built—his beliefs, his understanding of the world—was wrong.

No.

Cornelius wasn’t a fool. He knew what this meant.

It meant that he wasn’t just a scholar studying history.

He was part of history now, and history always had a cruel way of punishing those who challenged it.

You sat back in the chair, relaxedly watching him with quiet amusement. For such a quiet man, his thoughts were so loud.

“You’re different from the others,” you mused.

Cornelius cleared his throat as he adjusted the neck of his shirt “H-How so?”

“You don’t just want to control me. You want to understand me.” He could feel your gaze piercing through him, a small but beautiful smirk on your lips that made his heart piston.

Cornelius felt heat rise to his face. “That’s… not entirely true.”

You arched a brow, teasingly. “Oh?”

Cornelius hesitated. His heart was pounding hard—as an unfamiliar, dangerous feeling rose inside him, like a damp close to overflowing everything close by. He shouldn’t be here. He shouldn’t be talking to you like this.

And he definitely shouldn’t be wondering what it would feel like if you touched him again.

You tilted your head in curiosity, your eyes never wavering in its inspection as you watched him closely. “You don’t hate me.”

Cornelius exhaled slowly, trying to keep his voice steady. “No,” he admitted.

You propped yourself from your seat, getting closer to him, reaching over the table between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper.

“Then what do you feel?”

Cornelius hated himself for it.

He shouldn't have felt this way. He was an ape. You were a human. It was unnatural, it was forbidden.

And yet—

Every time your sharp gaze was on him, every time you smirked, every time you challenged him—

His heart raced.

It wasn’t just admiration anymore. It wasn’t just respect.

It was need.

And that terrified him more than anything.

Because Cornelius had always been a creature of control and you had taken that from him and as he stood there, looking at you, knowing that one day you might slip through his fingers forever—

Cornelius made his choice.

Let the world judge him.

Let history condemn him.

He didn’t care anymore.

Because for the first time in his life, Cornelius wasn’t afraid of the truth. And the truth was—

He loved you.

He remembered a night similar to this one, one where you had leaned in close—too close— as you two were going over an ancient map he had recently found. Your shoulder brushed against his, your scent was warm, earthy, alive, yours.

He had always sought knowledge, not feelings. But knowledge was dangerous, because once you knew something, you could never un-know it. He knew now, maybe had always known but refused to accept it, that he wanted you.

Cornelius had frozen and you noticed. Of course you had noticed. You always noticed.

“You’re tense,” you murmured, glancing up at him, your voice low. Teasing.

Cornelius had swallowed. “You—” His throat had gone dry. “You’re very close.”

You had arched an eyebrow, but neither of you moved away.Instead you had lifted a hand—slowly, deliberately—and traced the corner of the map with your fingertips.

“Go on,” you murmured, looking at him from under your lashes. “Teach me, Cornelius.”

Cornelius had tried.

He really had.

He had tried to focus on the map, on the history, on anything but the way your fingers brushed against his own.

On anything but the way his heart was pounding. On anything but the way, you looked so incredibly sensual as you asked him to teach you.

And for a single, reckless second—

He had almost reached for your lips.

And that terrified him.

And he fled.

So he had pushed back from the table, clearing his throat. Found an excuse to leave, and as he walked away, he knew that if you had touched him even a second longer— if he had stayed…He would have let you do to him as you pleased.

He had felt your warmth, the brush of your fingers against his own, the unbearable closeness.

And every night since then he could only wonder what if—

What if he hadn’t?

What if he had let his hand linger on yours?

What if, instead of pulling away, he had traced the delicate line of your wrist, up your forearm, memorizing the way your skin felt beneath his fingertips?

Would you have stopped him?

Or would you have leaned in—just a little, just enough for him to feel your breath against his cheek?

Would he have dared to tip your chin up, to search your gaze, to see the fire in your eyes and finally understand what it meant?

Would he have let himself taste it?

Would it have been a slow, unraveling kind of kiss—tentative, full of hesitation, of wonder? Or would it have been clumsy, heated... His mind lost to the way you felt, the way you tasted?

Would you have smiled afterward?

Would you have whispered,” took you long enough” ?

And would Cornelius—logical, cautious, careful Cornelius— Would he have been able to let you go afterwards?

“Something wrong, Cornelius?”

He had prided himself on his self-control, but none of that mattered now that you were standing so close. Not when your fingers had brushed against his once again. Not when his dreams were plagued with the images of what if’s, not when he was still feeling the heat of your touch— touch that sent shocks through his body, making him tremble with something he could no longer ignore—

It was mocking. Playful.

You knew what you were doing to him. And Cornelius—Cornelius could not handle it.

Standing before him were you: his human and his mind was a storm of logic warring against the deep ache in his chest.

He was not a reckless fool who would throw himself into the unknown without first calculating the risks. But this—this moment—was beyond reason.

He shouldn’t do this.

He should turn back, pretend the feelings were never there, bury them beneath research and propriety.

But the thought of walking away—of never telling you—was worse than any rejection he might face.

So he did the most terrifying thing he had ever done in his life, and with a whisper of your name, he spoke.

"I…"

Your eyes found his, expectant, and his courage wavered instantly.

Could he really do this? Risk everything?

He could lose everything.

But you were his.

His intellectual equal. His companion. His obsession.

" I need to tell you something. I—" He exhaled sharply, rubbing his hands together to stop them from shaking. " No, that’s not right. What I mean is—what I’ve been trying to say for… quite some time now, actually, is—"

As you always did.

He winced at the sound of his own voice, You sound like a babbling fool. But you didn’t say anything, you simply… listened patiently, waiting for him with a soft smile.

"I know this may seem improper, perhaps unwise, even absurd, but I cannot seem to—no, I mean, I do not wish to—"

His heart pounded. He felt trapped between the words he wanted to say and the fear of what might happen if he said them.

The possibility of losing you gripped him like a vice.

But then—you smiled. Soft, Knowing.

As if you had been waiting, and before he could spiral further, before he could ruin his own confession with endless overthinking—

You kissed him.

For the first breath, he didn’t even react then something in him cracked.

Your lips were warm, soft, tender—a sensation so foreign, so utterly impossible, that his mind refused to comprehend it at first.

The weight of his uncertainty, the fear of rejection—all of it shattered in a million pieces.

A sharp, involuntary tremor ran through him as his hands, that had been frozen, moved on their own. One settled on your waist, hesitant, disbelieving as the other lifted, shaking, to cup your cheek as if you were made of something too delicate, too precious to hold.

A soft mumble against your lips, a whisper of your name, his breath uneven.

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, and oh, how you looked at him.

Not with pity. Not with confusion. But with love.

"Cornelius," you said, voice soft but firm.

The way you said his name—his name—as if it was something worthy, something cherished—

His vision blurred with unshed tears.

"I thought you would never say it," you whispered against his lips.

"Say… what?" he rasped, his brain lagged from the sheer intensity of the kiss, his mind still struggling to believe this was real. You laughed softly, tilting your head with sparkling eyes.

"That you love me."

Cornelius sucked in a breath.

The words he had feared to say aloud, the words that had tormented him for so long—

Cornelius' chest tightened painfully, a desperate, overwhelming emotion rising so fast that he could do nothing to stop it. He could only pull you closer this time, over the table and onto his lap as his lips crashed against yours—not in fear, not in hesitation—

You knew…

And still, you were here.

But in relief.

In longing.

In the sheer, breathtaking joy of knowing that for once the universe had been kind to him and he could barely breathe.

The moment his lips had left yours, the moment he pulled back, the moment he saw the way you stared at him—

He had never wanted something like this before.

Never ached.

Never needed.

But when you whispered his name like a secret, when you made him feel like he would die if he didn’t touch you again.

From now on, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself. His hands shot out, grabbing your waist—too fast, too rough—his breath coming quicker than it should as he pressed you closer to his body. Your lips parted in a quiet moan, your eyes darkening with something he couldn’t name… Something that made his entire body burn.

He had never done anything like this before.

Never acted without thinking.

Never let himself want.

But right now—he wanted so badly.

He whispered your name like a plea, pulling you in another kiss. Messy, desperate—nothing like the careful, structured man he had always been. As you melted into him, your hands fisting the fur on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, closer, closer.

The second you lips parted and he could taste you again, the soft, breathless noise you made against his mouth—

Cornelius was lost.

He gripped you harder, hands trembling, composure shattered as he chased your lips like a man starved. The feel of your body against his, the way you gave in to him.

You were fire.

And he wanted to burn.

When you finally broke apart, he was breathing too hard, vision blurred, his body shaking as you looked up at him with swollen lips, cheeks flushed red and eyes filled with something dangerous.

“Took you long enough,” you whispered heatedly, pulling him back into a sweet kiss. Cornelius could only laugh softly against your lips, gladly kissing you back.

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