11 for rejanis bc I loved your holiday fic from ages ago
11. “Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”
No matter how old Janis gets, she never outgrows the rush of giddy excitement when she wakes to an alert that they have a snow day.
The first thing she does is go to the window. There's something so peaceful about everything—the yard, the trees, the cars, the roads—covered in unblemished white snow.
The second thing she does is check the group chat, where she knows Damian has invited them over to build snowmen and snow forts and, most importantly, to have a snowball fight.
That never gets old, either.
Which is how Janis finds herself hiding behind a tree, her fingers practically numb in her soaked mittens but having too much fun to care.
She sees movement out of the corner of her eye and sees it's Regina, crouching behind one of the forts. (Fort may be a bit generous—it's mostly a pile of snow loosely shaped into a wall.) And Janis really can't resist that.
Regina lets out a yelp when the first snowball hits her back, whipping around, one hand reached behind her to dig the snow out of the hood of her jacket. When she sees it's Janis her eyes narrow.
"What are you doing?" Regina hisses. "We're on the same team."
She looks so irritated that Janis has to bite her lip to keep from laughing. There's something so gratifying about pushing Regina's buttons—being so used to everyone doting on her, Regina has no tolerance for even the smallest of inconveniences.
"My bad," Janis says. "My hand slipped." She slowly moves her arm, holding the second snowball, from behind her back.
Regina's eyes zero in on the snowball. "Don't you dare throw that snowba—"
Janis throws it, the snowball hitting Regina just under the chin.
"Goddammit!"
Before Janis can blink, Regina lunges at her, knocking her into the snow, which cushions her fall.
"Regina, what the fu—oof."
The cold of the snow starts to seep into Janis's jeans and the back of her neck where her jacket isn't covering her skin.
"Not so funny now, huh?" Regina says, smirking.
After a moment, Janis realizes that Regina is on top of her, one of her knees between Janis's, one hand braced in the snow and one holding the front of Janis's coat.
The smirk slides off Regina's face and they stare at each other, their faces inches apart, their breath meeting and fogging the air between them.
Janis swears she sees Regina's gaze drop to her lips, just for a second, and Janis has the crazy thought that if Regina kissed her, she would kiss her back. She isn't sure if she's imagining it, but it feels like their lips are moving impossibly closer.
"Keeping each other warm, I see. Love the team spirit."
They both startle at the sound of Damian's voice, and Regina moves off of Janis so quickly she nearly trips over her own feet, muttering a halfhearted sorry. Janis immediately misses the warmth and weight of her body.
Regina is looking anywhere but at Janis or Damian, and Janis's isn't sure if the red painting her cheeks is from the cold or if she's blushing.
I'll kill you, Janis mouths to Damian, and he just laughs.
Until a snowball nails him in the face.
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"You will NOT share this chair! I am taking ALL the spaces!"
"I will bite off mine Uncle's nose, and that will make more room for ME!"
(You would think that this is loud, but it just sounded like angry bees.)
"I finish you off, Upstart, with a chomp to the neck because I am the bestest fighter and in possession of the high ground!" (I hope the paparazzi is getting this, my superior technique.)
"Oh yeah?! Well prepare to be boarded, Old Man! We are not done yet!"
Rainy day shenanigans. Mr Mung and his Uncle the Brother entertaining themselves. Pouring rain outside. It is going to be a long week. Silken Windhounds
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