Thinking abt James Potter joining a karate class for funzies but ends up meeting Regs there. Completely amazed by Regs skill he asks him to teach him. With much fuss Regs finally gives in and they end up meeting each other every week.
After weeeekss of this, James finally beats Regs and Regs is fuming under him but they end up making out. :P
AIGHTT, any fanfic writers here?
Jegulus fic
Somewhere Between the Strike and the Fall
James Potter did not join a karate class with any serious intentions.It was supposed to be a joke, really. An challenge given to him by his friends. And James figured why not. He could have something to brag about, maybe learn a cool move or two.
What he did not expect was to find Regulus Black there. Regulus, his best friend's brother. Regulus, who was perfect in everything he did. Regulus, who moved like he’d been doing this his whole life—precise, controlled, annoyingly perfect. No wasted energy, no unnecessary show-off moves. Just skill.
When a match took place between them, James got knocked down in under a minute (not entirely unexpected).
He lay there for a second, staring up at the ceiling, slightly winded, and then—"Teach me," he breathed out.
Regulus looked at him like he’d just said something deeply offensive.
"No."
"Come on,"James grinned, already getting back up. "You’re clearly the best one here."
"I am not interested."
"You will be," James said easily. "I am very persistent.
Regulus scoffed. James took that as a challenge.
It took way more effort than James would ever admit out loud.He showed up early. Stayed late. Asked questions. Got knocked down again. And again. And again. Regulus ignored him. Until one day he didn’t.
"Your stance is wrong," Regulus muttered one evening, not even looking at him.
James blinked. "Oh? And you’re going to fix it?"
Regulus sighed like this was the worst decision of his life. Then he stepped closer, adjusted James’ footing with a quick, firm nudge. "Don't lean like that. You’ll lose balance."
James grinned. "So you are teaching me."
"I am correcting a mistake," Regulus said sharply.
"Same thing."
It wasn't. But it became that anyway.
They started meeting every week. At first, it was strictly practice. Regulus correcting him, James trying (and failing) to keep up.
Then it became… something else. Small conversations between drills. Sarcastic comments. The occasional almost-smile from Regulus when James did something right. James started looking forward to it more than he should have.
Weeks passed. And one day—finally—James didn’t fall. He moved right. Anticipated. Countered. And before Regulus could recover, James had him pinned. Flat on the mat.
James froze for half a second, breath slightly uneven, adrenaline rushing through him.
"…I won," he said, almost disbelieving.
Regulus did not look impressed. He looked furious.
"Get off," Regulus snapped, eyes sharp, chest rising and falling a little too fast.
James didn’t move. "Or what?" he shot back, grin slipping into something more dangerous.
Regulus’ glare didn’t falter. “l"You’re insufferable."
"And you’re avoiding the fact that I just beat you."
"Once."
"Still counts."
There was a pause. A shift. Something unspoken, sitting heavy between them. James became suddenly, very aware of how close they were.
Regulus’ hand tightened slightly against his shoulder. "You’re still on top of me, Potter."
"Yeah," James said quietly. "I noticed."
Another pause.
Regulus didn’t push him away. That was the problem. Or maybe the answer. James leaned in before he could overthink it. For a split second, he thought Regulus would turn away. He didn’t.
The kiss was sharp at first—more challenge than anything else. But it didn’t stay that way. Regulus pulled him closer instead. And suddenly, winning didn’t feel like the biggest victory anymore.
Slowly the kiss deepened. James tugging at Regulus's hair. Regulus's hand wrapped around James's neck pulling him further still. James bit Regulus's lip, earning a quiet gasp from. He slid his tounge inside and found the other waiting even more eagerly. The room filled with stiffled moans, and the quiet sound of their tounges fighting with each other.
They eventually broke apart. Both out of breath, their forehead sweaty and their clothe fabrics crumpled and damp.
They rested their foreheads against the other and caught their breath.
James has a stupid grin on his face and Regulus had a small smirk.
"Your brother is going to kill me," James muttered.
"I don't really care Potter."
"Good. Cause I don't either."
And then he leaned in for another kiss. This was more passionate, slow and raw.
oH HELL YEAAAHH
