Hi sorry to bother you but may I request marriage hc for arcane Vander x wife reader it's up to you anyway I hope you're doing okay and sorry to bother you.
PAIRING vander x fem!reader
TYPE headcanons
GENRE fluff
SYNOPSIS slice of life as his wife
NOTES it’s no bother at all! this was so much fun to write, thank you for the ask!! hope you enjoy :3
When you and Vander were casually going on dates, he had asked you what you were looking in a relationship. While you wanted something long term, you didn't want to put pressure on whatever you had with him, and you were open about this with him. He understood, and you had both agreed to go with the flow.
It took only a few months for him to move in with you at your apartment. It was a bit of an unconventional building, what with the shop running underneath it and all, but it was quiet most days. Vander was still working at the mines, and while he would do his best to reassure you about the working conditions, you were still nervous about his safety. Him and Silco wanted to quit to start up a pub in the area, and the perfect opportunity arose when the owner of the store downstairs closed up shop. After coming home one day, he surprised you with the new commercial lease agreement.
Soon enough, your lives became incredibly busy; you had quit your part time to focus on your last college exam season before gaining your degree, and he was busy with the renovations and his last month of mining work. By the time you were going to sleep, he was already waking up to go clock in— quality of sleep being the first real issue between the two of you. Though you were also dissatisfied with not spending quality time with your boyfriend, to which he promised to make up for.
After you were awarded your degree, The Last Drop had officially opened. You had celebrated the day with friends and family, and after they had left, spent the night with Vander, who was keen on keeping his promise. It was a day well commemorated and a night well remembered.
Nearing your next anniversary with him, Vander had proposed to you. He had had a busy and frankly tiring day, and all that he wanted to do after heading upstairs was lay down and crash for a few hours. But you had been making dinner for the two of you, and by the amount of pots in the sink, you had been in the kitchen for a while. You hadn't yet noticed him leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, but he was looking at you with the utmost fondness. Not wanting to spook you (especially with burning surfaces nearby), he had knocked on the doorframe. You, not expecting the sudden noise, was thrown off kilter— the wooden spoon in your hand clattering to the floor. "Shit, sorry, I'll clean that up," he says, already grabbing a cloth. His knee cracks a bit as he gets down to wipe at the floor, and then at your ankle when he notices a splotch of sauce there too. He looks up at you suddenly, but you don't quite catch his words beneath the sounds of the steaming pots. He near whispers it again, but this time you hear it. "Marry me?" His eyes are dilated, his attention devoted entirely to you, his hand still absentmindedly wiping at your foot. You stare at the devout look on his face for only a second before joining him on the floor in a tackle-like hug. You say yes so many times it started to echo like prayer.
You were both equally involved in the wedding preparations, even with the rising popularity of The Last Drop. It was tough at times to find the time to plan, but it was made simpler with you and Vander sharing a similar vision.
The wedding was intimate and cozy— exactly as you had both wanted it. A quiet ceremony tucked away in a garden where you had shared the first date with Vander all those years ago. Only friends and family were invited, so it was a comforting and welcoming feel. Clover covered the ground in a thick soft carpet, and colorful lights were strung up in the bushes. White chairs were layed in lines as pews, and at the center of it all, Vander was waiting at the foot of a weeping willow tree. You walked up the aisle to the tune of soft music, in a flowing white dress you helped embroider. Vander cried when he saw you, his eyes still glossy by the time you said "I do."
Your vows to him were eloquent though your deliverance interrupted by your giddy laughter, his hands enveloped in yours in a careful squeeze. His vows to you were long, but not a moment went by where he wasn't gazing into your eyes as he spoke, his voice a bit shaky. Midway through he forgot he was supposed to project his voice, and spoke only to you. "You are the safest place I have ever known, and I will spent the rest of my life making sure you feel that way too. For the rest of our lives I will give you everything that I am. I love you—" You don't wait for the officiant's cue to kiss Vander.
Cut to the honeymoon, y'all are worse than wtv Bella and Edward had going on. Neither of you were walking steadily after that 🙏
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