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Arcane x Ransom! Reader

Summary: How would the Arcane characters react if the reader was held for ransom?

Characters: Jinx/Powder, Violet "Vi", Caitlyn Kiramman, Viktor, Jayce Talis, Sevika, Silco and Licker (mention).

Warning: Slight cursing and suggestive themes/implied sexual themes.

A/N: I literally got the idea for this request from Helluva Boss, particular episode 6 of season 2. I hope you all enjoy this though, I know I did!

Powder/Jinx

“You have who?! Where are they?!… You want me to pay you for them? Oh I’ll pay you alright!”

Jinx doesn’t take the idea of you getting hurt lightly. She already is super overprotective of her little trinket, so when she heard that you were being held for a price, she wasted no time grabbing Pow-Pow, Zapper and a bunch of chompers to aid her in her “heroic rescue” for her princess/prince. As soon as she is where you are held, you don’t have to see her to know she’s there for you. Don’t expect any talking, just laughter and hollers followed by gunfire, screams for mercy and explosions.

Before you know it, the Loose Cannon is standing in front of you, pulling you into the tightest hug ever and dressing your face with kisses. She will ask you countless questions while freaking out, beating herself up over you being in such a position. But when she feels you touch her and assure her you’re okay, she’s on cloud nine. As soon as she laces the area with bombs to blow it to kingdom come, she’s back at her hideout, being super affectionate and touchy the entire night. Don’t expect anyone to be touching you for months unless they want their head blown off.

Violet “Vi”

“… What?… You… You just pissed off the wrong woman.”

First word that you were kidnapped, Vi wasted no time hunting your captors down and beating them to a bloody pulp. The woman is like a bull seeing red knowing you were somewhere cold and scared away from home and her arms. So until you were back to her, anyone was able to get a personal greeting from the pink haired fighter. Vi is pretty merciful, but in situations like this, she isn’t afraid to push the envelope by giving life threatening injuries to the bastards that hurt you.

When she found you, she didn’t bother asking any questions or giving any money to your kidnappers, unless they counted a mouthful of fists and kicks as payment enough. When she’s done with her punishment, she’ll immediately scoop you into her arms and take the both of you back home, where she checks you for injuries and asks if you are okay. Please comfort her. She may act all tough and cool, but the situation scared her due to thinking she lost you just like everyone else. As soon as she knows you are alright, she’ll promise no one will ever do that to you again.

Caitlyn Kiramman

“You kidnapped Y/N? Why would- Who do you think you are? You better let them go right now!”

Caitlyn was used to people being kidnapped on the job, having to save them or negotiate with criminals for their safety. But she would have never imagined such a thing happening to you of all people. When she was told you were being held for ransom, she understandably panicked before taking deep breaths and thinking of how to get you back to her. The enforcer can easily scrounge up the money for you to be freed, because you were more important than any coin that reaches her pockets.

So when she arranges a meeting with your kidnappers and finds you so scared, she finds it hard to stop herself from grabbing you and making a run for it. If the kidnappers pull a fast one on her though, all bets are off and bullets are flying. When she has you back, she will watch you like a hawk and be on the defensive for a while. But if you assure her enough that you are okay, she will lighten up. On the bright side, after the incident she’s more romantic and spends more time with you in and out of work.

Viktor

“Look, I’m sure we can talk about this. I’ll get you the money, just. Please don’t hurt them…”

Viktor beat himself up when he heard you were taken away from him for monetary purposes. He just doesn’t understand how he would let this happen- How he would let someone easily take you under his nose and put you in harm’s way?! He could’ve waddled in his sorrows, but he couldn’t. He had to save you and he had to act fast! It would hurt him, but he would ask for assistance from Jayce and the council if he can. And if they can’t help him? Well. Maybe it was time to break out those so-called dangerous machines Heimerdinger warned him against using.

When he finds you, he’s wasting no time trying to negotiate a way around matters so you could be freed. And if those negotiations don’t go according to plan, then he’ll use his machinery and his brain to outsmart the criminals into freeing you. When you are back together, he’ll just. Hold you. Like you are a precious gemstone. He’ll promise you this will never happen again. No one will ever lay their hands on you again…

Jayce Talis

“Is this supposed to scare me? If anything, you should be the one scared- Do you know who I am?!”

Jayce does not take threats lightly, especially when it comes to his family, friends and his loved ones. As soon as he was told you were held for Ransom, he let his anger and determination to get you back fuel him to do anything to send a message and bring you back to safety. You will immediately know your boyfriend got the message because in a matter of hours, enforcers are barging into the area you were held like they were entering a war, shooting, punching and slamming anyone who got in their way from their goal; You.

And Jayce is in the middle of it all, swinging his hammer without remorse before running to your rescue as your knight in shining armor. As soon as you grab his hand, he’s walking you back to his place casually through the enforcers destroying everything in their sights and leaving a message for the assholes that took you; Never. Ever. Touch the councilman’s lover. Don’t expect to go anywhere without guards following you if Jayce isn’t, whether you want to or not. Jayce just can’t take the chance for you to be taken again. Is it extreme? Yes. But it was worth it.

Sevika

“Ransom? Seriously? Please, that’s nothing. And I’m about to show you why.”

When it comes to ransom, Sevika wasn’t new to having her friends or past lovers be kidnapped for money. So when she heard you were being held hostage, she casually grabbed her poncho, fixed her arm for a brawl and headed outside to round her co-workers up. When she found you and the ones that took you, she wasted no time kicking in the doors and sicking her co-workers on everyone before she made her way towards you after knocking some skulls in. She’ll ask if you are okay and especially check you for any injuries before grabbing you and joking how you found yourself in this predicament.

The fight rages on as soon as she places you outside for safety. Saving you wasn’t enough. No, she needed everyone to know that when someone messes with you, they have to deal with her and the rest of Zaun. When everything is over and done, Sevika will take you both back home and treat any injuries you want before kissing your cheek and simply talking as if you weren’t kidnapped to begin with. If you think she doesn’t care, then hoo boy. The way she’ll treat you that night in bed will make you think otherwise.

Silco

“Hmm… If I were you, I’d beg for mercy when I get there…”

Silco is never one to be threatened because he’s always the one making the threats. Hearing about you being held for Ransom made him immediately go on the move to round up Sevika to follow him in bringing you back to him. If he gets there and doesn’t find you anywhere, he will deliver a silent signal to bring the house down. But if you are present, then he won’t need violence to be delivered by his Right Hand. He’ll just need to put the fear of gods into your kidnapper.

He’ll paint them a picture of how he’ll find their families and let them listen to the melody of their bones breaking. How he’ll have Licker carve paintings into their bodies and let them choke on their own blood as they beg for mercy. What do they think of that? They wouldn’t like that at all. As a matter of fact, they would hate it so much that they would release you and fade from existence right there. As soon as you are back to Silco, he’s going to take you back home as if this was only a minor inconvenience. But as soon as you two are behind closed doors, he can’t help from keeping his hands to himself and make promises against your skin.

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BRAIDED

How Jinx ends up in braids

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Okay, blog regulars, I promise this will be the last bit of father Silco content we'll see...we'll get Wedding Bells part three out and read Lalo going feral over...everything of Princesa, but this is how I cope with Arcane season two okay???

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"The kid sees things, Silco. I know she ain't ever been...the way kids should be since we took her in but -" Sevika looks to the cigar between her strong-welded fingers. "She sees things. And she talks to whatever she sees. That's not right. If you're really, actually thinking of putting that tween's hobby of exploding everything in her sights within our line of business...that could, I don't know, affect said line of business. You know it." 

Silco does not sigh nor move, really. He does not stare at Sevika in her confrontation. He takes another inhale of his own cigar. The man gave one to his guard twenty minutes ago when she stepped in to relay the dealings and their issues today. 

He offered, and she was hesitant to accept, considering he'd never offered anyone a cigar of his own before, and it felt too...far away from professionalism. But Sevika took it from Silco and has been smoking since then. He can tell it's not her cup of tea. He assumes her true enjoyments lie in paid women and a stinging whiskey. 

“Silco.” 

Silco thinks these things because he doesn't want to think of Sevika being right about Jinx. She is. It's been a few years since her first true outburst when she was an ill little girl before she accepted Jinx - when she was little Powder. Her tendencies to whisper to herself (but not to her) and mutter in manic laughter where there's no humor has been growing ever since. Silco hasn't done much to not normalize the issue. 

In turn, Jinx hasn't put much effort into hiding her tendencies, as if it's not an issue at all. 

With every wide-eyed look and growing hand in his, Silco finds himself agreeing. It hasn't been so much of a burden on her, obviously. Jinx does not come crying to him, asking for his help in getting rid of these hallucinations. She still comes to him for her nightmares, though. And if his methods of helping her during those nights of nightmares are any clue to what he'll do with Jinx's hallucinations...well, then. He'll do nothing at all. Nothing but soothe her over until they come again . 

"You can't stop a bad dream. I can't stop a bad dream, but I'll always be there after. Here for you. That's how our world works." 

It's not an act of neglect . It's an act of selfishness. How would she come to him if he fixes her terrors? What will he do then?

"What am I to do, Sevika?" Silco blows his puff, a ring of smoke floating up into the air. "Smack her blind? That way, she won't see whatever she sees anymore?" That would be how the woman would have it. 

"...Yeah? You'd have to take out her ears too, she hears what she sees. Listen, Silco. You're saying she'll be ready soon to be out with us. In a year or so...what if this is not fixed? What if she has...a what? What'd you call it, an episode? What if they happen in the field and she gets us all killed?"

Silco nearly twirls his cigar between the skin of fingers. 

“You already act as a moderator with our crew, don’t you? It’d simply be your job to make sure that doesn’t happen…and you give that girl no credit, Sevika. None. She’s stronger than you think. Smarter. If you would let up on her, you’d know that.” 

Sevika stands, coming over to use Silco’s doodled ashtray. 

“Alright. I can handle how Powder hates me, I could handle the shit she’s bound to put us through the minute she steps outside The Last Drop. But then she has her episode out there and doesn’t even think to get out of a bullet’s way. Then what? She doesn’t even attempt to fight a rival taking her away to do Janna knows what-” 

Silco, the side of him against the desk, slams his cigared fist down. Ash flies. 

“That will not happen.”

It’s not logic on his tongue, even he knows that. But the man couldn’t possibly care. His eyes shift off to the side, looking up at his everything colleague thin-mouthed. 

“...Cause I’ll make sure? Or you’re too busy thinking like a father to think right?” 

Silco presses his ring, middle, and pointer finger against the middle of his brow before he stands. He puts out his cigar in the ashtray. 

“Because you’re talking about Powder. I’m talking about Jinx.” 

Sevika stares before she nods. Silco thinks he could imagine her scoffing right here. 

“Right. We’re still calling her that. It’s a little too on the nose. But I’ll go with what you decide, and if that decision ends in her getting us all killed or getting herself killed or worse, then-” 

Janna, let him find some fucking quiet without being reminded that Jinx can leave him. 

“I’ll talk to her. I’ll confront her as you’ve confronted me. Will that suffice or will you continue with this incessant need, this near desire to imagine the girl dead?” 

Sevika turns, going to leave. Thankfully. They agree and work with each other much better without the mention of Jinx. But of course, there’s always one last thing to be said. 

“I don’t want her dead, Silco. Not now, maybe give it another three years of her and sure, but I don’t want her dead. That’s why I’m talking about this now. But shit, with my luck, she’ll trip over those bunch of strings she refuses to cut and fall onto one of her bombs. Will I still have a job, then?” 

Silco looks to the ashtray. He presses a finger there. 

“She’s quick on her feet, that won’t happen.” 

With her back to him, the man doesn’t see Sevika hold in a laugh of no humor. She leaves. He sits back in his chair. 

It’s a position that lasts seven seconds. He gets back up. It’ll be a talk he’s on his toes for. Silco has no interest in putting Jinx in a place where she thinks her mind exists wrong. It does not. It never could, even if it burdens Sevika. Even if it burdens herself.

Even him, on occasion - but burden does not outdo perfection, especially when it all falls on him to take care of her, to let his child grow into him, a relationship neither of them could run away from. 

Before he’s able to enter Jinx’s hideout, Silco’s already treated to frustrated groans and belty-shouting. 

“Why are you doing this to me?!”

Would this be what Sevika calls an episode? Silco thinks so until he enters. He slows in his steps.  

Jinx’s attempting to put her thick, blue hair into buns. She fails. Again and again. This time, the person she’s talking to is truly herself. Or her hair. 

Silco tilts his head. 

“Where did I put the CLIP?? DAMN IT!” 

The girl, nearly twelve, lies on her stomach, legs kicking in pale-child anger. She groans into a mirror she’s managed to keep upright on the floor.

“How did she do this??” 

Jinx’s face falls into the floor. She throws a bomb off the plank. Down it goes into a puff of smoke. Silco almost feels it’s right to smile. He takes soft steps closer. 

“Jinx, what is wrong?” 

“I’m gonna throw myself off, Silco. I’m gonna. Throw. Myself. Off!” 

Every word is said with each harsh brush through her hair. It’s his old brush he gave to Jinx three months after he took her in. He realized she would, at some point, need to brush her hair. Sometimes he’d do it for her. Not so much anymore. He wouldn’t mind if that changed. It takes no time out of his day, and he gets to hear her say the funniest things that can even break a laugh in him. Only sometimes, though. 

“You wanted to grow out your hair, a harsh maintenance is eventual.” 

Jinx pffts. “I need you to make senseeeeee, please. Literally means actually, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“I’m-” His girl mms , face smushing back into the floor. “Imma hafta lit-er-ally die if you don’t make sense. Nothing is making sense! This brush is supposed to go through my hair! It always does.” 

Silco puts his hands behind his back, he finds his way to her little, tantrum-filled body on the floor. His head lowers. 

He’s forgotten what he’s come to do. 

“Well, you have to brush it every day for that to happen. Have you been brushing it every day?” 

She hasn’t. By all the tangles he’s been noticing for the past week, she most definitely hasn’t touched that brush until now. 

Jinx sits up, back slumped. She turns to him, but she doesn’t look up. “...No.” 

“There’s your issue. And now that you have long hair, you can’t get away with skipping days any more.” He kneels. 

He goes to sit fully, legs crossed. 

“Give it to me. Turn back around.” 

Silco catches Jinx’s eye roll before she turns her back to him. She hands the brush over her head, when he grabs it, he’s already at work in the mess of her hair. 

“OW! Silco!” 

It’s all tangles in the blue. Her hair is nearly down to her waist and Silco is sure she’ll let it grow further. He won’t stop her. It’s all hers. 

“When I promised no harm would come to you with me, I excluded this.” He nearly grunts on a particularly hard knot to comb through. “Keep still! Before I scalp you.” 

“UGHHHERHRHHEHHERRUGH!” 

“Did that help?” 

It’s a beat of silence. 

“...I don’t know.” 

Silco doesn’t stop. He doesn’t know how long they’re there - but it's the groans of a restless child and his focus on blue threads of hair until it’s smooth, untangled. Perfect on that head of hers. He runs his fingers through. 

“There. Perfect.” 

And he runs his fingers through, thinking. Wading in his thoughts. 

“Alright, thanks! Now it’ll be easier for me to hide things in the-” 

Jinx goes to run off, but he takes her by the shoulders when his thought is finished. When it’s resulted in an idea. 

“Sit back down, child.” 

Jinx groans out, head falling back when her hold body does. “Whaaaaaaaat?? I said thank you! Here!”  

She throws her back into his chest, staying there for a long, restless moment. 

“Back-hug!” 

“We’ll give you braids. It’s a protective hairstyle.” 

“What?” 

He pushes the girl to sit off of him, already separating her hair into two bunches. “Do not pretend that you don’t know what braids are, Jinx. I don’t know how you’d make a bit out of that.” 

“No, how can hair be protective?”  

“Hair can be protective. And expressive.” 

And there, Silco begins to braid. It’s easy, and he will not think of how confronting her with her head and everything in it would protect her, cause it’d be separating those parts from Jinx. He wants to separate nothing. It’s as simple as that. 

“Hair is hair. Silco.” 

“Then you’ll let me shave all of yours off, hm?” 

Jinx is silent after that - just until he moves onto the next braid. He barely thinks of his memories, and whether or not he should relay them. 

“My hair wasn’t always this short. I had it longer. Not like you, but I could’ve braided it if I wanted to. At my age, it’s easier to maintain what I have now. Not that I’m old like you say.” 

It’s another beat of silence…

Then a breaking of giggles. Silco can feel them with every brush. 

“What?” 

“I see a braided Silco! I can’t-” She giggles so brightly. His lips thin, curve. “That’s so funny! You need to put your hair into pigtails. Right NOW!” 

And there. He’s finished. 

“There. This will hold you over, because I know you won’t remember to brush it every day.” 

He puts the braids over Jinx’s shoulders. Through the mirror, he’s able to see her face soften and study them as she patters her fingers over. 

“Do they work?” 

“...Yeah.” 

Silco smiles. He kisses the back of her head. There, he remembers, but he only has one thing to say. 

“You see a lot of things. And all of them are real, one way or another. Yes?” 

The girl doesn’t say anything at that, she only falls back into his lap. She’s curled, back against his chest. 

“How mad would you be if you woke up to pigtails tomorrow?” 

It’s a genuine question that’s asked so innocently. Silco sighs. 

“I don’t waste my anger on things I can’t control.” 

“Good.”