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Rosek8llarforeverWhy was James Potter, my absolute King, nearly beating the supposedly Valentino Rossi of formula 1???, maybe he should change career, footballer- f1 driver 🤣 09:46 PM - 12 August 2025 
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dont make me laugh?? James Potter is so washed, he should just quit while he's less off a laughing stock, he was so embarrassing to watch near the end off last seasonT 09:50 PM - 12 August 2025 1.3k 17.8k
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manchestermachine ?? What's with the hate, hes an amazing football player! And how do you think Sirius would feel about you slabbering about one off his friends, even if an ex-one?? 09:52 PM - 12 August 2025 1.1k 8.1k
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OMG, JAMES AND LUCINDA WERE SO FIT!! The matching outfit 🤭 THE LIPSTICK MARKS ON HIS CHEEKS!! 09:32 PM - 12 August 2025 789 2.4k
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He smooths out his blue suit jacket as he sits, pressing the folder down on the rich brown meeting table as he sits across from the composed man in front off him, but he can see the cracks in his facade, hes sweating slightly, his teeth and jaw clamped tightly together, almost a grimace,
The man's face is flushed slightly, his suit a crisp black colour, perfectly dry cleaned, perfectly steamed, in contrast between the sweat dripping between his brows He smiles, forcing his expression into a sharp, steely toothed smile,
The poised looking lawyer beside the man speaks smoothly, "Mr Black-", His suit matching the man's beside him, he has a white folder laying in front off him
He interrupts, "call me Regulus"
The man sighs, his brows furrowing, "Regulus", he says, sounding the words out carefully, "I've spoken to your father, he referred us to you, says this is your area of expertise"
My clients company has been accused off mistreating, or stretching the laws off employment in his company, and we were told by Lucius Malfoy to go to your father for help, and he told us to come to you, so we are here," he says
Regulus raises an eyebrow, gesturing for the folder to be passed towards him
He huffs out a laugh as he shakes his head, glancing at the folder below him, "stretching you say? This is alot more than stretching"
"Below minium pay, no rest breaks, no days off, long hours, this is far beyond just stretching", he grits out, his brows furrowing slightly
The owners hands begin to tremble nervously, his faces turning an impossibly shade redder and deeper
The lawyer smiles calmly, "but can you fix it? Right, Regulus?",
He closes the folder, hearing it make a satisfactory pushing sound, as he pushes it forward along the table, "of course I can"
He walks into the office, with a satisfactory smile on his face, he turns to face his father,
He's pouring golden whiskey into two crystal glasses, with carefully carved ice in each glass, his face is perfectly poised, calm and stern
"How did it go?", Orion almost hisses his words, his hand coming to grip onto the glass loosely
Regulus watches as condensation drips down the surface off the glass, meeting and absorbing into the skin on Orions hand
He speaks, his voice just as confident and calm, "the case was a doosy, it seemed difficult on paper, but a little digging around, and everyone who filed the case quickly ducked their heads in the sand to get away",
Orion smiles brightly, his too perfect, too white teeth on proud display, "my boy! I'm sure you've already noticed, I don't bring out the Macallan every other day, I'm actually here to tell you something",
Regulus looks up at his father through his eyelashes, feigning modesty and curiosity
Who is he kidding? He's been waiting for this moment, finally, finally his plan is beginning to come to life
"I'm here to offer you a role on our board, as one off our executive lawyers"
James wakes up slowly, it's early, he can tell that much, the sun hasn't even risen yet, well as much as he can tell, with his face still stubborn squashed against his pillow, he blinks slowly,
Slowly stretching, groans escaping from his throat, as he feels his muscles stretch and tighten simultaneously, his groan deepens slightly as his calves tighten until their almost cramping painfully,
He feels alive with it
More alive, with more energy than he has had in months, its exhilarating, its the last day before the league begins, and he feels ready, he actually feels ready,
There's this little ball off excitement deep in his chest, that he hasn't felt in months, a feeling of hope, a feeling off new beginnings on the horizon, like a sunset at the beginning off a dark gloomy night, the first flicker of light in an overall dark sky, or the twinkling bright off stars in the sky, of burning fire balls,
He almost feels like one himself, or he did, like a display for everyone to see, everyone peering, everyone whispering, waiting for the golden boy to fall, waiting for a star to die, would he eventually flicker out of existence like everyone before him, or would be become a black hole?, sucking in everyone around him. He wasn't too sure
Now he knows, he's a supernova, he'll burn, expand, but he'll create more stars around him, he'll become an beautiful cosmic explosion, people will wonder at, will rave about its beauty, his beauty, and he'll be made immortal, he'll be made into the immortal legend, the god off football, of sport he was destined to
he's leaned down alot, ready for a great year, lost over 10 kilograms off body fat, pushing himself harder and harder, harder than hes ever before, and it feels great,
He feels a rush of excitement travel down his spine in tingling waves, he curls his toes, stretching his leg muscles as he groans, opening his eyes as he yawns, curling towards the other body in the bed, he wraps his arms around her waist,
He blinks the sluggishness out off his eyes, wrapping his arms around Lucinda, he kisses her cheek, feeling her begin to stir awake in her sleep, the might be the god, bit what does this make her?, his mortal lover? His equal, he should know, if he's a god he should be all knowing, all seeing,
He bites his lip, his decision already decided even though he hasn't thought it yet, if he's truly a god? What god would be as weak to have something so humane, something so laughable and weak, or maybe it's something to push him down, to keep his godliness away from those who he would be too bright for them to handle,
He's going to skip those pills, those god chains, those god trappers, he wonders how he ever felt bad before, he can hardly even imagine it, can't comprehend the possibility off it, he feels amazing, like he could rule the world with a flick off his wrist
"Go back to sleep, my love, I'm going to the media conference", he smiles against her cheek, as she lazily wraps her arms around him, kissing his cheek softly, as she breathes out, "good luck Jamie", she says, her voice smooth as caramel, before she drops her head to the pillow, he hands unwrapping from around him, as her breathing slows down,
he stands up, picking his phone up, to check his emails, nothing important, just about media day, times he needs to arrive, and countless training seasons over the week
changing, and getting ready for the day quickly He changes into his teams t shirt, and a pair off black track suit bottoms, he snaps a plastic black toothed headband over his forehead, to push his curls away from his face
He looks up at the mirror, meeting his own eyes, he looks much better, his skin smoother, eyes brighter, he watches as a smile spreads across his face, he sees the pills sitting on the cabinet, staring at him, almost mocking him, something to change him, something to change his brain chemistry, to change him, like he needs to be changed, he's a fucking god, like he needs to change a single thing
His jaw tenses, he picks up the flimsy plastic bottle, flicking it open, he sighs, breathing deeply before dumping all his pills down the toilet, pushing the chain, watching as the water swirls, the pills disappearing as new water appears in its stead
He chucks the container in the trash,
He walks out of the apartment, a bag slung over his shoulder, he's bundled up in a heavy winter coat, a scarf rapped around his neck
He walks into the lift, pushing his hands into his deep pockets, he's almost bouncing on his toes, with excitement, he can't wait to get this season to begin, he doesn't even care that today is the start off numerous media days,
the doors just about to close when a familiar voice greets him
"Hold the lift!", a voice calls out
He quickly pushes the button, he's smiling wide, pushing his hair flat against his head, feeling this fingers drag inbetween his soft curls, he drags his eyes over the man,
He looks even more beautiful than he last saw him
He's wearing a cool toned silver suit, he's wearing a white shirt underneath, and a light blue tie underneath, he's carrying a worn looking black leather brief case, looking very full and heavy
He bites his lip in sympathy, speaking softly, "hi Regulus, you going to the office?"
Regulus nods, smiling tight lipped at him, he watches his hand tense and untense around his handle,
He feels his lips tuck up into a smirk, and he leans down slightly, reaching out a hand toward Regulus, he puts on an overly playful, joyous voice, "Regulus Black, would you do me the honor off letting me carry your briefcase?",
He watches as flush spreads steadily across his cheeks, and his cheeks sinking inwards as he sucks in, his cheekbones becoming even more pronounced as he seems to ponder
James smiles boardly, before dropping his facial expression, "Please hurry, my legs are beginning to sore, I'm an athlete, we can't have my legs sore before the season even begins", he pouts, pouting his bottom lip outwards
Regulus smiles, looking down at James, "James, what about your arm?, I can't have my favourite athlete's arm muscles strained, before the season even begins", he says teasing, a smirk appearing on his face
He smiles, "my arm muscles? C'mon! You know the rules, no contact with the ball!",
His expression softens, as he nods, holding the briefcase out towards him,
He grips the case tightly with one hand, straightening up as the lift dings, signalling as the doors open to reveal the ground floor slowly, he bows dramatically lowly, "after you", he speaks gracefully
The black haired man smiles greatfully, stepping out off the lift first, James following close behind,
"Sooo how's the life at the firm?", he asks casually, as Regulus holds the gate open for him,
He smiles, "good, I just got a big promotion",
"Ohh! That's amazing", he exclaims cheerfully, brushing his should against Regulus's, its bustling down town, the morning crowd well and truly, waving through the CBD, trying to get themselves to work<
The man merely grunts, shrugging his shoulders, "more work though", he says almost thoughtfully
James opens his mouth to reply, his eyes shining with something almost sickeningly cheerful before he's interrupted by a timid pull off the bottom off his coat, he looks down, his face erupting into a smile, his dimples appearing, deeply carved into his cheeks
He crunches down deeply, until he is level with the little boy that timidly pulled on his coat, "Hello! And who are you?", he asks cheerfully, looking up to see the parents off the kid looking down at their little boy with fondness, making him bite his lip as he smiles, facing the boy again
The boy has bright orange hair, they're about six other children around him, making him wince sympathetically at the parents, they look around his age, only around ten years older
Some of the children look older but they all have the same fiery orange hair, he smiles at them
The little boy speaking confidently, "I'm Ron! I'm 4!", he speaks, smiling widely like hes proud off himself
"Hello Ron! And are these your siblings?", he asks excitedly, his eyes turning into crescents with how wide he's smiling,
The boy speaks quietly, almost begrudgingly, before lighting up again, "Yes, they'res my siblings, But! I'm a bigger fan of you!! I watch all your games!!",
He smiles, laughing, tapping his finger on his chin, widening his eyes comically, "really? All off my games? That's alot of games!", he exclaims
The boy nods, smiling excitedly, his eyes shining with glee, bouncing up and down on his heels,
"I'll have to give you something special for such a big fan!", he says, reaching into his bag, he pulls out his merched baseball cap, putting it on Ron's head, it comically oversized on him, almost falling from his head
James smile widens, reaching to tighten the cap as small as it will go, the cap just about staying on the boys head,
"Would you like me to sign it?" He asks quietly, Ron shaking his head wildly,
He turns around searching for Regulus, "Regulus?, could you grab me a pen? I don't have one",
A pen is thrusted into his hand, as he quickly signs the cap, bitting his lip in concentration as he does, He smiles, standing up, and nodding to the parents,
He speaks softly, picking up the briefcase, "have a good day",
He follows Regulus to his office, setting the briefcase on his desk,
He smiles, "have a good day, if you ever need someone to carry something again, call me", he says, laughing slightly as he does
Regulus smiles slowly, before looking him up and down, looking at him from under his eyelashes, he laughs deeply, speaking in a measured tone, "oh I will, thank you James", He speaks like thick honey off his tongue
He smiles, walking out off his office, feeling a satisfied smirk make its way onto his lips, he greets the man at the office,
He recognises him, he's a data protection lawyer, who works under his wife,
What's his name?
Some overly posh name like Durnan, Duran, or Vernan
Vernon!
That's his name!
He's a big man, with a look that he's better than everyone, or at least thinks he is,
He has a child, Dudley, who's a sweet child, he's only 4 years old, and he also has a wife named Petunia, who he's only seen a handful off times at events Lucinda takes him too,
He smiles, waving at him,
Vernon looks him up at down, raising an eyebrow, before seeming to plaster on a board smile, "Hello Potter", he speaks thickly
James smiles, his lips pulling up as mirth shines in his eyes, "oh hello Dursley, fancy seeing you here", he purrs
He almost laughs as he sees the man's perfect facade begin to crack, as a vein appears to almost want to explode from his forehead, with how tight he's clenching his teeth and jaw,
He does laugh at that, purring softly as his voice rattles when he speaks next, "oh do be careful Dursy, wouldn't want you to pop a vein for little old me?, no we can't have that, have a good day honey, make sure to do all your work to your strongest ability, you might finally get that promotion", he hums, in mock of thought, "or maybe not?",
He had to run the whole way,
He had to run the whole way from the Black & Co lawyers office to the press conference,
Hes out off breath, very out off breath when he finally gets there
He sits down just before the reporters begin the pile into the room, looking around to see who else is with him in this overly tiny conference room
The room is all one shade off seashell white, making him blink repeatedly as the lights in the room almost seem to shine off the wall,
He's sitting on one long table with about four other football players from various other teams at each side off him
Gideon is to one side off him, Fabian, his twin brother, Balfour Greengrass and Edgar Bones further down from him talking animatedly to each other
And other side off him has
Sirius Black
He curls in on himself slightly as he sees the reporters eagerly looking between him and Sirius
Sirius isn't even looking at him, he's looking stubbornly down at his phone, pretending to be texting someone
The press conference begins quickly, a spill off boring questions after boring questions
About new management changes in teams, about their performance, particularly James's performance
Even about their opinions on other teams&
He's just glad they can't ask about anything to do with his parents, his wife or even Sirius, it's written down in the rules, but it doesn't change the fact they stare, a couple off they even seem like they're going to ask but then chicken out
They'res a commotion at the back off the room, the sound off gasps, and the sound off feet rushing, before Remus rushes to the front off the room
A microphone under his mouth, his eyes are wide as he speaks, "James! What do you know about the abrupt change in CEO, Black & Co solicitors have just announced!",
James sits forward in his seat with a frown, crossing his arms in front off him, he sees out off the corner off his eye, Sirius seems to go pale, even paler if possible, finally looking up from his phone
"--- What do you know about Tom Riddle, or infamously known as Lord Voldemort to the lawyering world?",
His head begins to buzz with all the noise,
Tom Riddle
The Tom Riddle
The Dark Lord
Lord Voldemort
The Shadow
The most evil man he knows