𝓐𝓝 ~ She is scary for sure. Always love myself some dark takes on Varda (the irony)!
𝓕𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~ Gender-neutral pronouns are used for the darling , so it's up to the reader's imagination ♡
𝓣𝓦𝓼 ~ Yandere, possessive and obsessive behavior, emotional and psychological manipulation, unhealthy and abusive relationships
The short answer: Very.
The long answer: Varda, Lady of Light and Queen of Stars as well as Arda itself, is greatly respected and revered by the Children of Ilúvatar as well as her peers. She knows what she wants and what she doesn't want and is used to getting exactly that - and naturally, that also applies to her love life.
˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Vindictiveness in regards to her love interest
Most would be honored to catch even a brief glimpse of her, let alone be graced with her presence and undivided attention, so if the one she has chosen to be her darling rejects her or spurns her affection in any manner she will be offended. Dignified as always, Varda may not show the true extent of her feelings, but it certainly remains on her mind. Aside from surprise and frustration, she may also be intrigued - not even Melkor gave her this much trouble, at least not before he started hating her.
What Varda does next depends on how grievous she thinks the offense was.
If she finds her darling's behavior curious or even alluring in a way, she may decide to "give them another chance", meaning that she expects them to show a more desirable reaction next time. The Queen isn't categorically opposed to a challenge, but her patience is limited, especially since she thinks they should be grateful to receive her favor.
If the darling has sufficiently angered her, Varda may decide that a bit of punishment is in order. The idea that their no is final doesn't cross her mind - ironically, considering her opinion of Melkor and those like him. She makes her displeasure known through clear gestures such as withdrawing from them, taking away any boons, favors or other things she granted them or harshly rebuking them in public whenever an opportunity presents itself.
If this takes place while the darling is already in close proximity to Varda, such as living with her or being otherwise dependent on her, these punishments will also be carried out in private. They will be expected to apologize and make it up to her - or they face the full force of her displeasure.
˖⁺‧₊˚✦ Vindictiveness in regards to romantic rivals
Once the Queen has decided that someone is her enemy, she is merciless. Her keen instincts and foresight make it hard, if not nearly impossible, to hide one's true nature and intentions from her. The prospect of someone else interfering with the darling she has chosen as her very own is appalling to her, and she will immediately voice her "concerns" to discredit her rival both privately and publicly. Varda won't rest until she's successful in her endeavors and has secured her darling for herself, ideally causing her rival to be shunned by them and others.
varda has a thing for body worship. it doesn't matter whether it is verbal or physical, she can never get enough of your body and how perfect you are beneath her, under her touch.
there are times where she lays you down on her grand bed, watching as your form twitches in her dark sheets. how you shyly avert your eyes from her line of vision that gazes over every inch of your nude figure. she adores how you shiver when her tender hands traces down your sides, caressing your chest or cupping your thighs. how pretty your skin looks smudged with her dark purple lipstick.
"you are gorgeous, my starlight,'' she gasps against your skin, smiling at your hushed whimpers in response to her kisses around your neck and her fingers attending to your heat. "so beautiful. . . so perfect. my marvellous star,'' she trails her lips down your skin, fascinated with the goosebumps on your flesh. none of her words fall short, no matter whether her lips press against scars, blemishes or birth marks. even when she has your back arching and your cunt greedily taking in her delicate fingers, her free hand strokes your side. crooning to you in such a soft voice.
"that's it. . . such a good girl. my beautiful little star.''
A 5ft tall reader looking up At Varda in awe. They don't say anything since they are a bit nervous around thembit reach up to gave the Vala a card of affection to them.
the vala hums in curiosity, yet gleams at the card that you hold up to her. “is this for me, dear?” she slowly plucks it out of your hand and opens it to read through. her eyes visibly soften, along with the rest of her face and when she is done reading, she looks upon you once more.
cupping your face, she leans down and presses a soft kiss to your head. “thank you, my dear. I truly appreciate it.”
Am I late? Am I too-too late for a sweet-day Ainur drabble request?
If yes feel free to ignore, but would you consider doing something featuring Varda or Irmo with 26. “This reminded me of you.”? @_@
Thanks so much!
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ( ❀ ) ˙ ˖ modern!varda ⠀〳 reader⠀ ❜࿔
· ⊰ synopsis. your valentine's day was spent working alongside your girlfriend, what else could you ask for?
· ⊰ note. this is my first time writing for varda! I hope that this is to your liking rui<3
Late-night lab work was never one of your favourite things in the world. Even if this job was something that you cherished. Although, being alongside your superior and new girlfriend, you found that the task seemed a bit more bearable.
Varda was beyond capable, for the science field was her passion. You couldn’t help but admire her from your place at the beakers. Her long, dark hair was strung up in a neat bun, a few strands falling in front of her face — yet not enough to be considered a hazard. How her deep purple eyes focused on the task at hand, how her attentive fingers adjusted and re-adjusted the microscope. Not to mention — how her beautiful face, blessed with starlight, had the smallest crinkle as she worked.
She was perfect in every way. You had to mentally reprimand yourself, urging your better judgement to pay attention to your own task. The last thing you needed was to mess this up and potentially set both of you back.
“Am I that much of a distraction?”
‘Crap.’
Your face flushes and you quickly avert your gaze down to the liquids of blue and green within their beakers — your shaky hands circling around them tighter in an effort to not embarrass yourself more than you already have. From the corner of your eye, you see her face turning to yours and the smile on her lips causes a flutter to bloom through your chest.
“Of course not — I just. . . Was thinking, is all.’’
“Oh?” She muses, taking her focus off of her work. She stands, her lab coat that was bundled around her seat falling around her. All you hear is the click of her heels against the marble floor as she makes her way over to you. “And what were you thinking, hmm?” Her purple-painted lips curl into a wider smile as she witnesses your bashfulness.
You decide that it is best to place the beakers down — fearing for their well-being should your girlfriend continue to send your heart skyrocketing. After clearing your throat, you turn to Varda just in time to witness her taking a seat beside you. She pushes her glasses past her forehead so that it rests on her dark hair — allowing you the full view of her eyes. Her irises that bore a thousand galaxies and hundreds of stars.
“I know this isn’t the best way to spend Valentine’s Day,’’ her voice lowers and her teasing smile grows into one of sympathy as her gaze shines with kindness. She awaits for you to remove your gloves before she reaches over with her delicate, shimmering-lotioned hands and takes yours. Her touch is cool, tender even. “There is no one else I trust to aid me with something such as this. . . I will make it up to you, my starlight.’’
Her lips press a gentle kiss to your temple and you smile at her in reassurance. “Hey now, what more could I ask for? Spending the evening with my pretty girlfriend. Sounds delightful’’
“Ah,’’ she smirks. “So is that the reason behind your stares? You think that I’m pretty?”
Her musing leaves you blushing and you turn away from her laugh. Her kisses to your cheek are responded to with only a series of playful huffs as you fold your arms across your chest. “The lab is supposed to remain cold for a reason, Varda. Yet here you are making me all flushed.’’
The Vala chuckles at your little pout and stands to her feet for a moment. This draws your attention, especially when she walks towards her bag to nab it and bring it back to you.
“I know you said you didn’t want anything for the occasion but. . .’’
“Varda — You really didn’t have to.’’
“I am aware. However I,’’ she stops, elegant fingers slowly fishing out a little bear from her black bag. With white fur and large, almost comical yet adorable blue eyes. It held a heart between its two stubby, fluffy hands — a cute little message sewn into it.
“It. . . Made me think of you.’’
She admits, scanning your face for any hints of displeasure. Yet all she sees is your expression lighting up like fireworks as you reach for the bear like a little child, to which she gladly concedes and hands it over.
“This is adorable. Although I must ask,’’ the start of your question draws her vision and attention. “How did this make you think of me?”
The smile on her lips widens and she leans in, face mere inches from yours as she breathes a laugh. “Well, you said it yourself, my starlight. It is adorable.’’ She delights in your fluster and presses one last, yet ever-as-sweet kiss to your lips.
“Just like you.’’
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I believe that Varda would definitely have a size kink and the more submissive you are the more she is intrigued.. shirt + submissive = Vardas liking.
calls you names like: "my sweetheart", and "darl," as she watches you squirm beneath her. so small in comparison to her, so desperate and oh so obedient. if you behave well enough she'll bring you to your much deserved high while pressing such delicate kisses to your neck — saying how perfect you are for her and how pretty you look beneath her
*Somehow obtains an audience with Varda and speaks while far too nervous to make any sort of eye contact*
I've always been fascinated by space and the cosmos, and I felt I should thank you for making something so beautiful. A mortal could spend lifetimes gazing at and puzzling out the ordered chaos of stars, quasars, black holes, nebulas, and galaxies, and I'm only grateful that we've developed the tools to see the sky in all of its glory.
<3
an awed smile finds the vala's lips as she stares upon you with such ardour as you speak of your love for her creations and your adoration of her. a gentle hand reaches out to caress your face and her smile grows in size.
“you are simply wondrous, my darling starlight,” she croons, leaning down to press a short kiss to the top of your head.
Lady Varda? is it alright if I braid your hair? its so pretty!
a smile graces her dark lips as she gracefully lowers herself and lays her head within your lap. dark tresses fall around her, long, full of volume and akin to that of the stars above.
“absolutely, sweetheart. go right ahead, I would love to see your work.”