euphoria | legolas x reader inserts

legolas finding out you curse

tw: swearing/cursing/u already kno
summary: Legolas finds out you curse...fuck
imma bout to warn you this is way too dramatic for the prompt it's based on lmaoo
enjoy !!

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You swear a lot but in secret.

Well, it's never been a secret before you met Legolas. You'd swear and curse over everything. It was one of the most effective ways to express your feelings. When you and Legolas first kissed, you resisted the urge to say, "Fucking finally" after he pulled away and gleamed at you with satisfaction. There was another instance that occurred when you and Legolas were alone in the woodland and you nearly tripped over a tree and fell face first onto the floor of the forest. An almost silent "Holy shit" left your lips as you found yourself in Legolas's arms, your eyes meeting his concerned yet slightly amused ones.

"Are you alright, my love?" He said, completely oblivious of your near slip up of cursing. All you could do was nod sheepishly in response as he lead you back onto your feet and laced his fingers with yours.

Your swearing toned down as you got used to containing yourself around Legolas and the elves of higher status you were introduced to (a result of courting Legolas). Something you also noticed about Legolas was that you'd never heard him curse once. Not even when he was angry. The most his extremely calm and collected manner ever released would be some form of muttered elvish that was incoherent. This lead you to stray away from releasing any form of curse words you knew and frequently said in the past. Were it to be anyone else, you'd have taken no attention to your use of swear words and continue on with your life. Yet there was something about you swearing in front of the Woodland Prince that made you panic inside. He'd never judge you, you were sure of it, yet something held you back. It was childish, but the last thing you wanted to do was taint your near-perfect relationship with him.

To Legolas, you were pure and could do no wrong, and being enveloped by his presence even made you feel as such. Through his collected and often misguided as cold demeanour, beneath all that was a gentle soul. One that made your knees weak and words stutter you didn't want to be the cause of a downfall in your relationship. The sound of a curse leaving your mouth was not even remotely plausible to him and not a thought that ever crossed his mind. And you intended to keep it that way.

He was in the bathing room of your shared bedroom when he heard you enter the room with detected distress from the heavy footfalls and uneven breathing. The reason for your distress being that you were ordered by your advisor to search for a plant similar to athelas that began sprouting in the forests once again. You had trailed to the library and piled book upon book with thousands of words regarding botanical information. You left with books towered within the same height as your head and cautiously walked to your bedchambers. His hand was on the doorknob, his other hand holding a towel that he recently used to dry his wet hair.

You balanced the tower of books in your arms, tried everything in your power to maintain the balance. Then suddenly it came out,

"Oh, fuck!" you shouted, and the books trampled to the floor. You'd also managed to tip a half-full glass of water, causing it to spill on the table you stood near.

"What the fuck," you said quietly with a distressed sigh, droplets of water falling from the table and pooling onto the floor next to the books.

The bathing room door widened and you turned around, your senses heightening at the immediate and unexpected sound. You were faced with Legolas, his face the essence of an unreadable expression. Lips slightly parted. Which was what he always did when he was trying to analyze a situation.

"(Y/n)?"

You were frozen, and soon after the silence, a heavy awkwardness followed. "Have you been here this entire time?" You said, not even attempting to maintain any coolness in your voice for all composure abandoned you.

He raised the towel in his hand, implying that he'd been in the bathing room all this time. His eyes met yours and you averted them, slowly kneeling to the ground. You gathered the fallen books as Legolas watched you silently. You felt the heat rise on the surface of your cheeks in utter suspense.

"I tried to keep it a secret." You said softly, awaiting the inevitable backlash that you tried your hardest to prevent.

"Keep what a secret?" Legolas asked, oblivious to the shameful cloud that hovered above your being. He walked to you and leant down, helping you with the fallen books. "What has gotten you this distressed, A'maelamin?" He said, placing the rest of the books on the table and cupping your cheek.

You were confused, anxious, a thousand thoughts flew in your head as to what was happening and why Legolas was completely unfazed. "Why aren't you upset?" You said, examining his nonchalant expression.

"They are only books, are they not?" He smiled, pulling you up so you were both standing now.

"I just swore like a drunk orc."

"Yes, it is what adults do." He said calmly, talking to you as though you were a child. "What are these books for?" He gestured to the table. 

"I've never heard you swear in my life, not once. You are truly fine with this?" You asked, wondering if he was concealing his impending shock or disgust.

"Everyone does it occasionally, there is no need to fret over it, my love," Legolas reassured you, probably thinking it was your first time expressing yourself through cursing.

"I thought I had to hide it from you." You admitted, feeling a fool for all the trouble you put yourself through.

"Why would you hide that from me? I would never judge you for such a thing." He said seriously, with a small chuckle of disbelief escaping his mouth at the end. He inched his face closer to yours, speaking quietly, "Believe it or not, Melamin, but I find the sound of cursing from your lips quite alluring. Nothing like a drunk orc."

You breathed in relief, you calmed down yet a new, regained redness appeared on your face for a completely different reason. Before you could reply Legolas's lips were on yours, his hands travelling your form.

"He's nearly 3000 years old, so he's obviously witnessed and heard a lot of shit..." You thought. This was nothing new to him.

But now it was as though the moments before hadn't happened, all you could think about now was the elf in front of you.

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elvish - English
a'maelamin- my beloved
melamin - my love
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oh my god i can't believe i spent so long writing this

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