YOUNG GOD

Roman Mulciber. 21. Department of Mystery. He smells pleasantly of English cigarettes, expensive perfume, honey, his skin has taken on the scent of silk, the fruity smell of silk tussore, the smell of gold; he’s desirable.

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“he is playing the role of destroyer: monsters. mayhem. himself.”

[romanmulciber]

bronze, white!

send bronze for a list of plot ideas (i.e a wishlist) the mun would like to play out with our muses. 

while on his way to a date, roman’s shoes are ruined courtesy of charlie weasley. it’s only right that his father pay for the damage, right?

in ambush attack gone wrong, arthur is corned by a pack of wolves, controlled by roman. in exchange for information on the order, roman’ll spare his life. 

somehow, roman had the unfortunate luck of being stuck with arthur weasley at a work function. chaos ensues so they end up being responsible for taking care of a diplomat’s daughter who had too much to drink.

things get personal when arthur found out the role roman played on the attack with mary. 

send white for my muse to show their light side, through whatever means the mun chooses.

it was rare for his great grandmother to visit london, given her preference for the warm italian sun. however, roman naturally slipped into the role of doting grandchild when he received news of her arrival. the mere mention of the matriarch of the mulciber family was enough to demand the utmost respect from her descendants.“excuse me, weasley,” he barked as he shoved past arthur weasley, his arms full of gifts for his great grandmother. stupid owls somehow mixed up orders and delivered everything to his desk at work instead of home. 

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emmsvanity‌:

date: july 14, 1979

location: zabini estate

time: 8:50 pm

Her heart felt as though it was beating out of her chest. How in the world someone let something like this happen, she had no idea. Emma liked to think she was powerful, like she was far stronger than a lot of these other insane people at this ridiculous party, but now, shuffling backward, further and further behind chairs, she felt different. It was completely different. She practically backed up into the wall trying to escape, knowing full well that this wasn’t going to go as she planned. Letting her body sink to the ground, she tried to catch her breath, tried above everything to get out of that room. With each passing second, the room heated up, flames enveloping everything, terrifying her to her very core. 

A loud scream escaped her lips, trapping her into a corner. Feet ran, too many all at once, too many to make running easy. Her chest couldn’t keep up with her hyperventilating, but with the smoke, flames and lack of air, it wasn’t working, not even remotely. Her arms wrapped around herself, hoping the long flowyness of her dress would keep her safe. But it did nothing, nothing useful and she wasn’t sure how much longer she could last. Her breathing slowed and she wasn’t entirely sure that she’d come out of this without a burn on her body. 

Emma screamed, loudly, far too loudly, but would anyone hear her? She didn’t care whom it was at this point, all she wanted was to get out of there safely. At this point, crawling to the door was dangerous because that required physical energy and she really didn’t know if she had enough breath to make it. 

Her body curled into a small ball, trying desperately to reach for the nearest plant to somehow, somehow save her. “Is anyone even here?!” she screamed before coughing, coughing loudly into her arm. Inhaling deeply, she tried to gain her composure, gain a breath, something. 

She couldn’t possibly be the only one that got trapped in there. There were more doors, but she was too scared to get to them and because of the dress, she hadn’t found the best place to put her wand. It was in her boot and in this position, the boot was not accessible. Fire was covering the entire room and her oxygen level was draining, very, very fast.

Roman was livid. Not only had he lost in the auction, but mostly he was upset over the fact that nobody bothered to warn him earlier about the plan. The room was a gorgeous scene of chaos and mayhem. If only he had been the one to orchestrate it.

As he was about to attempt to apparate home, Roman heard distant screaming which caused him to pause. Cruel as he was, Roman knew better than to try anything with the aurors roaming around. He had seen Podmore lurking and came close to hexing his drink, but Roman refrained. Always focus on the big picture, he thought. Summoning his wand, he cleared the smoke in front of him and sprinted towards the source of the screaming.  

“Vanity!” he shouted once he was closer to her and could recognize the voice. There was still some distance to cover, but Roman was able to see Emma. Fortunately, the fire hadn’t reached her yet. “I’m going to get you out!” he yelled before casting a Bubble-Head charm on her, mainly so he could hear himself think. 

[romanmulciber]

narcissatic‌:

date: July 14th, 1979 time: 5:35 pm location: Zabini manor status: open

     Five minutes late was a perfectly acceptable window to arrive at a party. 

     Narcissa smiled as her heels clicked their way across the marble floor, feeling most at ease in the crowd of wizards, surrounded by the magnificence of the Zabini home. It had nothing on the Black manor, of course, but it was certainly up there on her list. 

    A champagne flute found its way into her hand and she delved into the crowd, not actively seeking company. She knew it would find her. It always did. 

It was customary for Roman to be fashionably late for every social occasion he attended, even ones held by family friends. Of course, he knew he wasn’t going to miss much. The Zabini family were too gaudy for his taste. “Narcissa, enchanting as always,” he greeted her.  

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[romanmulciber]

reguluslegatum:

The past few weeks had been harder on Regulus than he expected them to be. He wasn’t able to push aside feeling and numb himself to things as much as others that he associated with, and as much as he tried to acquire this talent, he instead did what he did best; locked himself in his room. The only time he really spent outside of his room reading was when he was with Andromeda or at work. There had been one night a few days ago that he celebrated his birthday with his family, but he hadn’t even felt like dressing up and eating cake at the time. He had been lying on his bed when his coworker appeared in his doorway, and he only had enough time to frown at Kreacher before sitting up and raising his eyebrows at Roman, almost embarrassed at how disheveled he probably looked. “ Go out? ” It hadn’t been phrased as an offer, so Regulus wasn’t sure what good protesting would do. “ Where? ”

He had originally wanted to go to Budapest given the natural spring baths and he was in desperate need of a SPArty, but then Roman might as well be leading Regulus off a cliff. Instead, Roman settled on Paris, knowing Regulus would be more comfortable in the high-end clubs of the city than in the rowdiness of Budapest. That and he needed to Obliviate the concept of Regulus swimming out of his head because it was currently akin to a toddler drowning in three feet of water. “Le Chat Noir,” Roman answered matter of factly not bothering to wait for a reaction from Regulus before he flicked his wand to open his closet. There was no way Roman could be seen with Regulus in the current state he was in even if Regulus was a Black. “It’s all black attire,” he hinted not hiding his disgust at his disheveled appearance. 

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narcisscblck:

Narcissa was dreading the day she was to step foot in the Malfoy Manor since her mother and father sat her down to tell her she was to marry the Malfoy heir. It wasn’t anything unexpected, she knew for years that families as influential and pure like hers stayed as such by marrying for power and lineage, not for love and not by her own accord. It was something she accepted a long time ago, but she was surprised of the fact that the time had come so soon. After all, each of her older sisters have had long engagements and Narcissa could still hear the faint sounds of Bellatrix’s wedding bells. Now she was expected to have one of her own not too long after Andromeda’s. It wasn’t fair to have to plan an extravagant affair in such a short time. 

Nevertheless, Narcissa put her best heel-clad foot forward and held her head high as she entered the manor,  ( fashionably late as she may add )  kissing her future mother-in-law on the cheek after presenting her with a rare wine from the Black Family cellars and a bouquet of specially bred roses from her family home’s garden. She gave a grateful nod to Abraxas Malfoy, and a well-mannered hello to her soon-to-be betrothed. Not wanting to spend another second in the foyer with what will be her family, she excused herself to take part in the dancing and dining, graciously apologizing and moving into the main ballroom as soon as she could. 

It was only then that she could take a breather as a rather close acquaintance of hers slithered up to her side offering a glass of champagne.  ‘ Roman, considerate of a lady as always, ’  she returned, taking the flute from his fingers and downing half the contents inside.  ‘ Where is your own little gaggle of friends tonight? Couldn’t make the guest list? ’

“My colleagues are on business trips,” Roman countered smoothly, rotating himself to partially avoid the gaze of the other guests. Despite his true feelings on Matthias and Isabella, he knew better than to call them his friends. Pureblood society was a game of information broking  and he wasn’t one to reveal his hand so early in the game. Unlike the others, roman wasn’t as attached to his job. Sure, he was passionate about the projects he was assigned in the Department of Mystery, but he never shared the same amount of dedication as Severus or even understood why Matthias was so adamant about his career. “Though I can’t say they’re missing much here,” he noted, observing one of the guests dancing offbeat to the live music, “Nobody can throw an event as the Blacks after all.”

 Marriage hadn’t been brought up by his parents yet, so the union between the  Black and Malfoy families interested him especially considering his own personal ties with both parties. Having grown up with both Narcissa and Lucius, the awkwardness between them greatly amused Roman. So far, he hadn’t avoid taunting them out of respect for his relationships with both of the stubborn heirs. However, he was not a patient individual so it was only a matter of time before he rocked the boat with those two. They would thank him later. Perhaps, it would be tonight, he thought reading the body language of Lucius Malfoy greeting the guests in the foyer. He could read the moods of the Malfoy heir as fluently as he knew Italian.  “I heard you and Lucius will be gracing the ballroom later tonight,” he commented, keeping a straight face as he sipped his champagne. 

[romanmulciber]

date: august 24th, 1979; 7:17 PM location: 12 grimmauld place status: closed for @reguluslegatum

Boredom never looked good on anyone, especially someone as exceptional as Roman. A person of extremes, his mind quickly calculated a solution. What could be more fun than dragging an awkward runt like Regulus out? He marched into the ancestral Black home and exchanged mandatory pleasantries with the elder Blacks before he followed the house-elf to Regulus’ room. Roman wasn’t a fan of house-elves, they reminded him of demented rodents but he held his disgust not seeing any value in tormenting the lowly creatures. For tonight at least. “Regulus, let’s go out tonight” he commanded, leaning against the doorframe of the Black heir’s bedroom. 

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"Have you ever even done this before?"

“What gave it away?” he laughed, taking in the utter mess of his kitchen. The cake was supposed to be a surprise for Matthias’ birthday, however the burnt remains laying on the counter looked as appealing as dragon dung. “Normally, I would ask the house-elf to do it, but I then started wondering how hard could it truly be to bake a cake. This stays between us, Andromeda.” 

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"Are you even listening to me?"

“Of course, I am,” he raised an eyebrow not bothering to hide his boredom. “However, I argue attacking from the flank is an ill-advised move because we would lose the advantage. of surprise There’s always opportunity in chaos.” He looked around their surrounding for a target, before his glance stopped on the herd of goats. “Humor me here, imagine the panic we could inflict on this village if we turned their livestock against them.”

[romanmulciber]

"I already regret this."

Not everyone was clever enough to be dressed for any occasion like Roman. The thought of dressing casual was as foreign as Mermish for Roman. “Hush,” Roman ordered before he snapped his fingers at one of the tailors, “Fix the hem on his pant. The pant looks ill-fitting. I rather not upset my grandmother so early in the morning.” Willing a charming smile back on his face, he accepted a champagne flute from one of the workers and admired his work.  “You accepted my offer to attend a Mulciber Family brunch. What were you expecting?”

[romanmulciber]

"Explain yourself."

“I’m handsome, clever, and rich. What more do you need to know?” he questioned the pest though it sounded like a dare. Like a cat who found a new toy, he took in everything before him. Roman noted how meticulous he was about his appearance from the way he styled his hair to his polished shoes. In another life, he might had respected him. A devious smirk appeared on his face, “I wonder what the penalties are for trespassing in the Department of Mysteries.” Let’s see how long he last.

[romanmulciber]

She’s a full-on Monet. It’s like a painting, see? From far away, it’s okay. But up close, it’s a big old mess.

CLUELESS AU. roman and lucius are best friends, because they know what it’s like to have people be jealous of them. after his success with lucius and narcissa, roman believes he found his divine mission in life: to better others’ lives. his next target? regulus black, narcissa’s emo boy band wannabe cousin. it’s a simple task, really: turning regulus into the belle of the ball (he’d done more with less before-he was handsome, clever, and rich after all). in addition, roman turns to documenting his new project on instagram in his mission to dethrone a certain pop star as most followed person on instagram. 

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[romanmulciber]

"Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

“I’m full of surprises,” he registered the appearance of Evan with a soft sigh before finishing the rest of his scotch. Roman was sure Evan meant well with his comment, yet venom surfaced within him. Knowing his place, he fought the need to hex Evan to avoid making a scene. Roman Mulciber didn’t cry, especially not for Hogwarts professors, but there was something somber today that even the young heir couldn’t ignore. In all honestly, he shouldn’t care. It felt silly for him to be fighting to regain control of his body. He who relished in chaos but here he was. His mind was overwhelmed and his emotions had been shut down as he felt the lump in his throat grow. Tonight wasn’t a night for Roman, heaven’s gift to mankind. “Let’s get this over,” he nodded at Evan, stumbling to find his center before he casted the spell igniting columns of fire on the village before them.