Arcane Piltover characters during winter/the holidays headcanons (not x reader)
Warnings: mentions of Jayces trauma, nothing else I can think of
A/n: I decided to make a part 2 to my previous Zaun characters during winter headcanons (you can find pt 1 here). Meant to post this yesterday on Christmas but completely forgot to loll xD. Anyways, happy holidays friends !
Jayce Talis
due to his trauma with his mother when he was a child, he strongly dislikes the snow
or just colder temperatures in general
wears a pair of gloves and beanie that Ximena made him
which he got relentlessly teased for during his first year at the academy
he'll definitely have one of those comedic legs up and arms flailing the first time he slips on ice
Jayce quickly invests in snow cleats to wear on the soles of his boots after the incident
he loves the warm and hearty holiday meals and often helps his mother cook when he visits her during the holidays
Mel Medarda
would throw the best winter parties/ball
figure skates once the ponds freeze over
which literally no one had any idea that she was so elegant in doing
are we really surprised though? Mel is majestic at everything she does
Has a custom pair of white and gold skates made for her, courtesy of Heimerdinger when he found out her winter hobby
She likes to decorate any room she can during the holidays
and she's damn good at it too
Mel is a wonderful gift giver during Christmas, she always knows what everyone wants and does her best to surprise whomever she is gift giving to
Viktor
He didn't like winter as a child
but since moving to Piltover, he appreciates having a warm space to be in while the snow falls outside
the cold messes with his leg quite a bit and caused it to tense up or simply just hurt for the day
jokes that he can predict weather because his leg will start hurting when the pressure drops due to colder temperatures
his brace often freezes up if it's cold enough and he's outside
brings out the best liquor during the colder months
appreciates the pretty lights that get put up around the city during Christmas-time
Caitlyn Kiramman
lwk immune to the cold
her nose and ears will get red but she legit doesn't feel it due to how active she is everyday
Just enforcer things 😽
Alike Vander in my last set of headcanons, she will make sure any Piltover kids in need have boots, hats, gloves and jackets
Will force her father to make or help fund donations ^
Likes to go ice skating with Mel when given the chance
Hc that viktor has a really cute bridge of freckles across his nose and cheeks. He didn't even know he could develop freckles until he started living in piltover and getting more sun
Eeee idk if you do requests but I’d love to see ANYTHING Viktor (Arcane) related! 💕
I absolutely take requests and I will ABSOLTELY fulfill this amazing, beautiful, stunning, superb, magnificent one (Viktor's my favorite character too lol)
(I hope headcanons are alright- school just started and I can't really draw anything right now 😭)
Viktor Headcanons!!!
- He's 29-32 when the show takes place
- his favorite color is auburn, but he's not opposed to maroon either
- he doesn't sleep; I know that's canon, but I feel like I have to reiterate
- he's the type to chug a Red Bull at 2:00 a.m. and say shit like: "Alright I'm jazzed!"
- he has a tiny crush on Jayce. So tiny even he doesn't know.
- he's scared of doctors (mainly because the doctors in The Undercity are actual demons)
- he hit Jayce with his cane once because Jayce made fun of his accent
- speaking of, he'll talk to himself in his first language. Sometimes he'll switch mid conversation and not realize
- his favorite food is macarons
- he doesn't mind if someone asks about his limp as long as they're polite.
- if they keep nagging him about it, or are super rude though, then he kinda gets pissed
- genuinely really liked Sky, just didn't know how to admit it
- either that or he was clueless. Take your pick.
- Terrifyed of the hexcore but in the sense that he needs to find out more about it. Sort of like a sick fascination
- he is the king of overworking- has been since he was 12
- he's a little (very) touch-starved. Jayce gave him a hug once and he stood in the same spot for three minutes afterwords
- he had really good parents, just they died from the same lung disease that he has in the show
- likes hot showers. The closer to boiling, the better
- I feel like he's not a cat or a dog person y'know?
- he likes the winter holiday season. The snow and the lights and the joy is really heartwarming to him
warnings: mentions of death, blood and violence, graphic
requested?: yes! | reblogs appreciated!
VIKTOR is barely able to keep his balance when you roughly shove him to the side, though he doesn't get any time to question what made you act this way. There's an expression of shock on your face, and Viktor's own disbelief matches yours as you unceremoniously drop to the ground, red blossoming on your shirt where the bullet tore through your chest. He has no idea why someone would possibly want to kill him, but it also doesn't matter, not right now, not when he quickly drops to his knees next to you despite the pain in his legs.
Viktor forces himself not to panic — instead, he tries to regain his sense of logic. As long as his heart is still beating, he doesn't give up on you; there's pure determination in his eyes as he drags your body to a safe place, not caring at all for the way his leg aches. He doesn't give up on you — if he did, his whole life would crumble right then and there. He can't bare to be without you, which is why he spends all his time developing prosthetics and other machines to help keep you alive, even if he's quietly crying during it. And if all that doesn't help, well—, he has never believed in the afterlife, but it's worth a try.
“I'm not giving up on you, my love. You will be alright again, I'll make sure of it. I'll—, fuck, I promise it to you. We'll soon be together once more, one way or another.”
JAYCE already opens his mouth to snap at you when you collide with his side, sending him stumbling — he almost loses his grip on his hammer, and he had just told you to stay out of sight so he's able to properly defend you. He, however, quickly stops in his tracks when his gaze falls onto your body — your body, which is currently crumpling to the ground, red blooming on your shirt, and, fuck, it doesn't take long for realisation to dawn on him.
The sight has his heart literally breaking, his chest tightening in a horribly painful way, and his grip on the handle of his weapon tightens, despite the way his hands tremble. The sudden urge to avenge your death is overwhelming, and the guy who had just shot you ends up with his skull smashed only seconds later. Despite knowing that it doesn't change anything about your death, he continues to mercilessly slaughter your enemies until he's too exhausted to even move. With a choked sob, he kneels down next to your limp body, and then there's tears streaming down his cheeks as he hugs you close.
“No, fuck, baby, please—, don't do this to me, please. Please, don't be gone, please, we'll find someone who'll heal you, alright? Look, it's just a—, just a little wound. Tiny, really. I promise.”
It takes SILCO a few seconds to realise what exactly has happened — his eyes, wide-open with shock, focus on your body in front of his, on a glint of silver; on the blade that's sticking out of your back, stopping just short of his own stomach. A moment later, the blade's ripped out of you with a disgusting squelching noise as the attacker flees, and you keel over.
The knife was intended to be thrust into his body, not yours, and he doesn't get why you'd possibly do that for him, he doesn't get it, except for that he does, and the fact that you gave your life for his only makes this worse. You stumble, and Silco is quick to catch you, his arms closing around your body to stop you from falling. Despite the way you inhale sharply in pain — fuck, he actually touched your wound, and now his hands are red, stained red —, you give him a shaky smile as you tell him that you're glad he's alright, and Silco hates it, hates that he can't do anything but watch in horror as you slowly die before his eyes just from a stab wound. He barks at someone to get a healer immediately, but he knows they won't arrive on time, and as you tell him you love him one more time, his hands are still red, so fucking red with your blood, and he knows he's the one who actually killed you.
“No, my dear—, you shouldn't have done that. Fuck, I'm sorry. I love you too, of course I do—, and of course I would've done the same for you, of course. I'm so sorry.”
VANDER's whole world seems to shatter when you suddenly decide to jump in front of him, effectively shielding his body with yours. While he, of course, understands why you did it — he would have done the same without hesitation —, that doesn't make it hurt any less to see you collapse, your body suddenly too heavy for your legs to hold your weight up. Despite wanting to do nothing more than to hold you, he first takes care of whoever had shot you.
Only then does he kneel down next to you, big hands gently moving your head onto his lap, and with one quick look at your wound, he knows all help will come too late for you. There's tears dripping down his cheeks, but he forces a strained smile onto his face as he cups your cheek in his palm; his chest aches with agony as he sees you gasp out your last breaths, but he couldn't bare to leave you alone in this moment.
“Hey, you're okay, baby. Yeah, I'm here. I'm here. Would never leave you. Oh, I'm not—, not crying, darl, don't worry about me. I love you so much. Please—, I'm sorry.”
There's heavy steps, the noise of armour creaking, and VI simply breaks down at the sight that she has to face — one of the Enforcers who had originally aimed for her knocks you over with almost comical ease as soon as you protectively move in front of her. The way you collapse has her sobbing, the horrible crunch of a metal boot making contact with your skull makes her flinch and, god, with her own injuries, she can't do more than drag her partly limp body over to yours.
She tries to scream for help, knowing full well there's no one coming, but at least she's trying — she can't lose you, not to the Enforcers, not now, not when she loves you so much and can't live without you. What frustrates her most is how entirely useless she feels; the fact that you tried to protect her only makes the overwhelming feeling of guilt a lot worse, and Vi faintly notices she's hyperventilating, her chest aching, but it doesn't seem important when your corpse, bloody and hurt and tossed to the side like a broken doll, lies right in front of her. She almost wishes for someone to shoot her right now, too.
“Darl, fuck—, hey, can you hear me? Please? There's help on the way, I just know it, please hold on. Please, don't be—, please hold on. I can't lose you.”
It all happens so quickly — JINX barely has time to react when Ekko's weapon comes down, threatening to smash her skull in, only to just — not. Nothing happens, even though there's a deafening crunching sound, and she slowly opens her eyes again, only to be confronted with the sight of you collapsing next to her. She tries to check for your injuries, she tries, but you're out cold and her sight is blurry with either tears or adrenaline, fear, and she can't do anything to help you. For a few seconds, she's just staring at you, all wide-eyed and shocked, and she's at a loss of words.
Then, a horrible screeching sound makes her flinch, and it takes Jinx a moment to realise that it's a scream that had torn itself from deep down out of her chest, a pained cry that leaves her throat . As if the noise had woken her up, she scrambles to hurry to your side, tears running down her cheeks as she apologises — she's not sure for what, perhaps for knowing you or for bringing you bad luck or for being the reason you're dead. Honestly, Ekko looks almost as horrified as she does; he doesn't even get the chance to run away before Jinx puts a bullet into his head, and one more, and another eight until her gun's empty. Afterwards, she just breaks down, sobbing and holding your corpse close.
“Fuck, sugar—, no, no, you're alright. I won't accept it—, you'll be fine again, right? You're not leaving me, are you? Come on, tell me you're fine, darl. Please—, I can't lose you too—”
It's painfully obvious that EKKO doesn't stand a chance against Jinx — or at least that's what you, body thrumming with adrenaline and fear, believe. That's why you don't hesitate to throw yourself between the both of them, only for Ekko to scream your name as you collapse. He's at your side in an instant, checking you for injuries, but there's no helping the open wound in your stomach. The bullet ripped right through, leaving blood to gush out unhindered, and before he knows it, he drops his weapon to lift you up.
At some point, Jinx had left, but Ekko can't even find relief in that fact as he quickly makes his way back to the Firelight's hideout, hoping to find some healer there. Your body is awfully limp in his arms, your head lolling to the side, and he can barely bare to look at you; he's biting down on his bottom lip to keep any sobs in. By the time he makes it to the hideout, however, your pulse is fully gone, and Ekko screams in utter grief before he can stop himself from doing so.
“Hey, we need help, now—, any healer, anyone, come on, get over here! It's an emergency, for fuck's sake! What—, it's not too late, don't give up on them yet, asshole. It's not—, no, no, they were fine a second ago, I still felt their pulse, it was right there a moment ago—”
You weren't even supposed to be here. It's the only thought currently racing through FINN's head — you weren't supposed to be here, you were supposed to be at home, waiting for him to return after he had successfully overthrown Silco with Sevika's aid. Now, though, you're crumpling to the ground and, while Finn quickly catches you and drags you onto his lap before you hit the floor, it takes him a few seconds to realise what exactly has happened.
There's blood on his face, your blood, and his eyes immediately scan your body to find the source of it — a large cut on your throat, almost severing it fully. You're literally bleeding out, your pulse nothing but a weak flutter underneath his fingers before it vanishes completely and, fuck, Finn doesn't realise he's crying until his tears fall down onto your body. Sevika's blade is glinting in the dim light, dripping liquid red, and he's shaking with anger, with grief, because this could have so easily been avoided if only you'd stayed home. He supposes he should be grateful, given how you saved his life, but there's nothing but emptiness filling his chest as he swears to get revenge on Sevika and Silco.
“Fuck—, no, no, don't do that to me. Don't—, fuck. Please. I swear to God, Silco, I'll make you regret this. One day, you'll wish you'd never been born. I'll find everyone you love and put a bullet into their heads.”
GRAYSON is stricken with grief as she watches your body drop unceremoniously to the floor, red staining your shirt in a matter of seconds. She fully understands that Enforcers aren't well-liked by all, but, fuck, she's not even on duty, and now you're bleeding onto the streets of Piltover she had sworn to keep safe. Her first reaction is to act on logic — you're hurt, you've been shot even though the attack should have hit her, and now you both need to search for a healer, immediately.
She quickly lifts you up into her arms, trying not to flinch at the way you groan in pain at being moved, and Grayson forces herself not to let her worry, her full-blown fear show on your face — for your sake. You're still alive and that's what she focuses on, you're alive even though the only things proving that are the choked-out sobs that leave your throat. She focuses on those noises as she pushes through the crowd, barking orders at civilians to let her through, that it's an emergency and she won't hesitate to shoot them if they're hindering her. Your sobs mean you're alive. You're going to be alright, she knows that because of your pained whimpers. That is, until they suddenly stop. She can't help but break down fully in the middle of Piltover when you're suddenly awfully quiet.
“You'll be alright. I promise. We'll get you some help, baby, just don't fall asleep on me, got that? Hey—, alright? Dear? You're—, fuck, you're still listening, right? Right—?”
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notes: added Grayson so Hachi can feel pain <3 also first angst post ever! wow!
Headcanoning that the first time Jayce sees Viktor— when his room is being cleared— no one actually appointed Viktor to be there, he just wanted to see what was up. He walked very confidently through the door and approvingly nodded at people and they assumed he was supposed to be there. Tell me that isn't perfectly in character for him.
Crush Headcanons - Viktor from Arcane: League of Legends
Having observant tendencies as he does, Viktor would struggle with restraining himself from looking at a person he's attracted to.
This also makes him very attentive to that person's needs.
He prefers to make constant small and private romantic gestures over big romantic gestures.
Viktor would come to terms with having a physical attraction toward someone way easier than with having a romantic attraction. Physical markers of attraction compose an unambiguous laundry list, but because he's faced isolation before and has made a habit of overly-guarding himself to avoid rejection, understanding his emotions takes a little longer.
He's a tease with those he's interested in.
While he's fairly confident in his banter, he's a bit more insecure/less bold when it comes to physical encounters.
He mindlessly plays with his own hair when he's thinking about them (like he does when he's brainstorming in canon!).
