#if i were vi i'd want to snatch that waist as well

[get-caitjinxed]

Just had a Christmassy idea. snow storm super cold leading to cuddling. But Caitlyn is literally the definition of freezing 24/7, and Jinx is a literal furnace.

I'd like to the it's because of the shimmer, but could be swapped. Jinx could also call Caitlyn cold blooded, so bonus

anon, i bestow upon you something super sweet and incredibly soft

"Cait, be honest with me here for a second. Are you a lizard?"

Caitlyn scowled. Jinx's initial tone had implied she was being serious, and it had made her heart skip a beat. It was foolish of her to think that Jinx was ever being serious.

The two of them were standing outside Piltover's main enforcer precinct, waiting on Vi so they could all go to dinner with Jayce and Viktor. It had started to snow on their walk over. What had begun as a gentle dusting had grown heavier and heavier as they got closer to the station. By the time they arrived, the snow was ankle deep and showed no signs of stopping.

"And what has compelled you to ask me this?"

"Your hands are so cold."

Jinx's fingers were entwined with hers. For once, Caitlyn wasn't wearing gloves. Not by choice, mind you. She had forgotten them at home.

Caitlyn wiggled her fingers, freeing them from Jinx's grasp. Jinx pouted at the loss of contact. Caitlyn rubbed her palms together and exhaled into them, a cloud of breath escaping her lips. Jinx mimicked her, trying to create an even bigger cloud. While she was distracted, Caitlyn snatched Jinx's hand out of the air and clasped their hands together once more. She felt Jinx's palm flexing against hers.

"Hmm. Still cold."

Caitlyn scowled again. "I'm not sure what else you want me to do about it."

"Did I even ask you to do anything?"

Jinx looked up at her with wide puppy dog eyes. The ever-cold Caitlyn felt a bit of heat rushing to her cheeks, and she looked away.

"It's not my fault you're freakishly warm," she muttered.

Jinx let go of Caitlyn's hand, and she was about to snap at her, but then she felt Jinx undoing the buttons of her overcoat. She slipped inside like it was made for her to fit in it. Her thin arms snaked around Caitlyn's waist, holding her tight. Warmth radiated off Jinx like... well, a radiator.

"Perks of being all shimmered up, I guess? I don't really get that cold anymore, but at least I can help when you do." Jinx was speaking directly into Caitlyn's chest, her voice muffled by the fabric of her jacket. "And you can keep me cool in the summer!"

Caitlyn smiled softly. She reached around and did up a few of the buttons, effectively trapping Jinx inside her coat. Jinx tightened her grip, pressing herself as close to Caitlyn as humanly possible.

"Cold-blooded Kiramman," she murmured.

"Is that a new nickname?"

"If you want it to be."

Caitlyn bent her neck down to kiss the top of Jinx's head.

At that moment, Vi stepped out of the precinct and made a loud, exaggerated gagging sound.

"You two are going to give me diabetes," she said, face twisted in disgust.

Jinx giggled from inside Caitlyn's coat as she turned to face her sister. "You're just jealous," she said, sticking out her tongue.

"Hurry up, Vi, we're already late," said Caitlyn, unaffected by their banter.

Vi trudged through the snow towards them. "And how are you planning on getting anywhere with this little creature?" She ruffled Jinx's hair.

Caitlyn pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her overcoat, bent her knees a little, then reached down and grabbed Jinx by the thighs before hoisting her upwards. Jinx got the message and wrapped her arms around Caitlyn's neck. Without a word, Caitlyn started to walk off in the direction of the restaurant.

"I hate you guys so much," Vi grumbled as she followed after the happy couple.

[httphoneyb]

Fatal | Mobster!Tom x OC!

Summary: Violet Thorne and Tom Holland are both on opposing sides in the midst of a mob war. What happens when fatal collides with dangerous?

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Violet Thorne had men falling at her feet; always smirking at her, thinking they're special. Thinking that they're exempt from her little games.

Little did they know..that every forced giggle escaping from her lips and every smirk she threw at them, they were tying a noose around their necks themselves unknowingly.

How cute, she thought, so.. naive

As their sly fingers danced around her waist, Violet had them thinking she had been tamed, that she had been the one wrapped around their fingers.

How wrong they were..

She was a force to be reckoned with. A perfect smile paired with jet black hair had men swooning at her mere look. By the flutter of her eyelashes they grew captivated.

Of cource they knew of her and what she was capable of. Yet, they didn't care.

Why?

For they saw her as a prize. If one was able to finally tame the Violet Thorne, he had just crowned himself King.

Only one had been able to do that.

Violet swore to herself to never let a man hold her heart ever again.

"Elliot? Get me a drink will you?" Her polished hand held a glass and handed it over to the young doe-eyed boy who worked at the dingy bar for extra cash.

"Come on Vi, it's obvious dad is going to hand you the business, he's not getting any younger here," Leo held the pool stick in his hand as Violet broke the game of pool. Leo is one year her junior. Though, growing up in a house full of men, it never felt that way.

"How many times am i going to have to tell you guys?" Violet moved around the pool table with poise and confidence, "I have no interest in getting this family's dirty money. I want no part of it, let alone lead it."

"Tradition is first born, that falls on you, Violet."

"Look, why can't you take the job? You've always been dad's right hand guy, it's perfect," she reasons with him.

"As much as I'd love to..it's not tradition. Nana will have my head. She's been looking forward to you finally being able to lead the mob like she did. If I just step up and take it she is gonna be pissed let alo-"

Leo's rambling was cut off by the sound of the front door of the dimly-lit bar swinging open causing the bell hung above it to ring. Four men walked in, obvious guns tucked in their pants as they scanned the room.

What were they trying to find? Weapons? Drugs? Danger?

"Excuse me we're not open tonig-" Elliot says before he's cut off by Violet's raised hand.

"Serve them."

Taking a seat in a booth, Elliot scampered over to take their orders. The tall one with striking blue eyes smirked at Violet, knowing well who she is.

"Who is that?" She nods to the table at her brother.

"Holland Mob, and old one, they were huge in the 80s, practically keeping the city running. Everything had their name plastered on it. That is until something - that being our dad- happened and their empire toppled to ashes. Talk is that Tom, one in the aisle seat drinking the bourbon, is bringing their mob up on top again. Dad's worried about them," Violet looked over to the table that sat the boys as Leo explained. Her eyes find who he's talking about, a handome man with a strong jaw and dark eyes.

"Worried about them? You just said they're basically growing from ashes." Violet scoffed as she hit a purple ball in.

"Well after they were toppled, our family obviously took their spot. Dad thinks they're out to get us," Leo finally notices Violet's interest in them, knowing that she could break them down he smirks. "I could introduce you."

Violet scoffs, downs the rest of her drink, and hands the glass to her little brother, "I'll introduce myself."

Tom spotted her from a mile away. Ominous dark eyes stared him down as soon as he walked in their bar. She moved like a feline, smooth and elegant. Ready to pounce.

As the click of her heels grew closer Tom stared harder at the drink in his hand.

"Hello boys." her voice like velvet rang right through his ears.

"Sam Holland," Tom's brother was the first to introduce himself as he gestured to the similar looking boy next to him, "my twin, Harry, don't worry 'bout him he's a bit moody."

"Pleasure to meet you," she nodded respectfully.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a dodgy place like this?" Harrison quipped as he ran a hand through his hair.

Tom looked up at her as she replied, "This dodgy place is about to run yours out of town," a ghost of a smirk playing at her lips.

"How can a shithole like this take our customers if you've got a prepubescent kid serving them?" Harry rolled his eyes at the old bar.

"All in good time, kid." Violet assured him with confidence in her eyes.

"Word on the street is the mantle is being passed on to the first born Thorne," Tom finally spoke,"That's you correct?"

Violet nodded, "It's tradition in our family, yes. Wether or not I'm honoring it is the real question we should be asking, pretty boy." she winked at him.

Tom chuckled as he stared at a spot on the table, "It's probably for the best if you don't," he looked up at her smirking, "Doubt a woman could handle the pressure."

Violet licked at her lips as she scoffed, lowering her head a few inches from his, noses nearly touching, "If I do take my father's place..God, as well as everyone in the city knows I'll do it better than any man before me."

She bent down closer to his ear, "And any sane man knows I can do it better than you. Your name, your family's name, will fade into ashes...just like the olden days."

She stood upright and smiled sweetly, "See ya 'round town boys!"

Violet walked to her brother who had been watching the whole exchange, snatching the drink in his hand before exiting the room. Leaving the Tom with a clenched fist and a plan to destroy her family.