Young Anton Ego From Ratatouille Is My Regulus Fancast

Hot take: Jack was Rose’s manic pixie dream boy

If one of my bookmarked fics updates in the next 24 hours I will kiss the author on the mouth, very passionately.

This is not a threat, but a promise.

If only You Give Love a Bad Name by Bon Jovi came out a decade earlier. James would sing it every time Lily rejected him. When him and Reg broke up he would listen to it non stop for three days straight.

Pt. 2 to my rockstar regulus hc

Sirius and the rest of the marauders start spreading rumors or telling really embarrassing stories of Regulus when he was younger.

They would tell anyone they met about Regulus being able to catch a pigeon with his bare hands and doing it on several occasions. How he once bodied a stranger after they said his earrings were gay. How he set a trash can on fire. How he’s actually bald and just wears a wig all the time.

Sirius even found a way to get an interview for a magazine as an “Account on the newest star Regulus Black from his very own brother”. He said the most insane things but with so much conviction they all believed him.

Things got so out of hand that when Reg was in the middle of an interview the interviewer asks, “it is true you were once so in love with your brothers best friend, you sent him a love letter a day for a month?”

Reg just sits there for a minute, fazed by this super random question. Then he looks directly into the camera and goes, “Sirius I’m gonna cut all your hair off” and walks out.

Sirius cackled when he saw it.

I’m sorry but Regulus is the strawberry daiquiri to James’ piña colada I don’t make the rules here

Regulus Black Headcanons

He was extremely pale but when he blushed his whole face turned red. He hated it, especially because of how easy it was to make him blush

He had hemophilia (as a product of inbreeding). Something about it just makes sense.

He resembled his father while Sirius resembled their mother. He was quiet, reserved, and was often seen as apathetic. (But he could scream like a fucking banshee, he had to get something from his mother)

He’s the kind of person to kick you when your down b/c he thinks it’s really funny. He only does it to his friends b/c he knows they can take it but he definitely talks shit about other people to them. Like, Barty would get a really shit grade on a test and Reg would say, “Well at least you’re good looking, oh WAIT”and run out before Barty can throw something at him.

He reads muggle books and enchants the covers so no one knows.

He lies about his favorite book genre because it’s trashy romance.

He was a hat stall because he was having a whole conversation with himself in his head and the hat couldn’t get a word in. After five minutes of him weighing the pros and cons of each house he says to the hat ‘okay, put me in Ravenclaw’. The hat stays silent for a second and screams ‘SLYTHERIN’

Regulus can hold a grudge like a BITCH. He’s still mad at the hat for not going with his decision (even though he knows it was right)

He had a hard time growing hair when he was little and was really insecure about it. Just imagine him with the worst little rat moustache.

He took pride in his hygiene. He had a skin and haircare routine, flossed, and moisturized. He clipped his nails and made sure they looked nice (or tried to since he bit his nails a lot). He even brought silk pillowcases to school.

He wrote music. You can’t convince me other wise. This bitch played piano and violin, two of the hardest instruments to learn, and wrote pieces for both of them.

He bit his nails. He thought it was really disgusting because he hated germs but he wouldn’t realize he was doing it until he was three nails in.

He absolutely had a blanky when he was little. He slept with it but hid it from his dorm mates in his first year. Bellatrix set it on fire and Regulus didn’t leave his room for weeks.

My thoughts EXACTLY. The perfect post.

I believe that the reason why so many people like Regulus Black is because he is a blank slate. like we barely know anything about him other than the fact that he was a seeker, Sirius’s younger brother, a death eater at age sixteen, in a good relationship with a house elf and died around the age of seventeen or eighteen. another thing is that writing him is so interesting because of his circumstances, like boy grew up in a blood supremacist household, had Sirius Black as his older brother, Walburga Black and Orion Black as parents, was friends with Kreacher. There are just so many possibilities on what kind of person he could have been. He could have been a blood purist until he realized that muggle-borns are just as good at magic as purebloods. Or he didn’t believe his parent from the start but kept quiet because someone had to keep the peace in this shit hole of a house and it sure as hell wasn’t Sirius or Walburga. he could have been a very nice boy and a goody-two-shoes who tried to please everyone. or he could have been a ruthless young man who was tired at the unfairness of the world, bitter towards his older brother who left him to rot with his crazy mother and distant father. he could have been an animagus. knew Remus was a werewolf. friends with halfbloods or even muggleborns. maybe he was bisexual or demisexual or asexual. he could have been in love with James Potter. best friends with Barty. there are just so many headcanons and possibilities with Regulus because he is a blank canvas for us waiting to be brought to life and we can project ourselves on him and mold him to our liking and hoe we see fit. and this is why I think regulus is such an interesting character even though we know so little about him.

I mean… homie he’s gotta know something. He’s not wearing a slytherin sweater during an interview next to LITERALLY ZENDAYA while she’s looking like THAT just for kicks. There’s no fuckin way

aRE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!

Pt. 3 to Rockstar Regulus head canon

When they were younger, Sirius and Regulus took singing lessons.

Sirius was always better. He had this natural talent that Regulus could never keep up with.

How was he supposed to know what note comes after another just by ear? It didn’t matter how many times Regulus would repeat after Sirius, he just couldn’t get the notes.

It wasn’t just the music but their voices themselves. Sirius’ voice was like an angel. It was like an audial caress.

It had a fine, polished texture. Sirius could just throw out notes and they would be perfect. He would walk out of the room at the end like he didn’t just make Regulus feel like dirt.

He didn’t understand. He could play the violin proficiently. All the notes made sense on the piano. But his voice was an instrument he could never conquer.

By the time Sirius left for Hogwarts, Regulus was ready to give up singing, but of course he still had to attend lessons.

Sirius always liked his voice. When he came home from school that first summer he told Regulus that his voice was perfect for rock.

Regulus didn’t understand at first. How was saying his voice sounded like rocks a compliment?

That’s when Sirius showed him a the records he borrowed from his friend named Remus (his name was Regulus, who was he to judge?). Sirius locked them up in his room, put up silencing charms, and made the record float in the air and start spinning, somehow producing music. Regulus was shocked how well Sirius took to magic. It was nothing to him.

The voices were… strange. They didn’t sound beautiful like Sirius’, but Regulus found him wanting to hear every word.

When they’d gone through each record, Regulus was still confused. He didn’t sound anything like those voices.

Sirius looked at him like he’d just asked him what quidditch was. He took Regulus by the shoulder, looked him straight in the eyes and said, “Regulus, none of the voices sound like each other! They’re not supposed to sound like chorus’ where every voice is a part of the whole. They don’t blend in; the way your voice doesn’t. You’re voice is perfect because it isn’t perfect. It’s unique!”

Regulus sang more and more as his relationship with his brother slowly dwindled. Singing was an experience him and Sirius shared. If he sang, Sirius would surely be listening.

He trained his ear and spent hours slaving over a piano, just matching pitch. He wrote, and he composed, and he sang to distract himself from the life he was leading. To forget that Sirius wasn’t there anymore. Sirius didn’t want him.

His voice never changed its sound. It got deeper, but that only seemed to boost the effect.

He would be known by millions for his rough music with sharp lyrics coming from a coarse, grimy voice. People could never get his sound out of their head, they always wanted to hear every word coming out of his mouth.

When Sirius first heard Regulus’ voice on the radio, he was mesmerized. He hadn’t heard him sing in years. He was so proud of what his brother had accomplished.

Regulus would’ve given up on everything if he didn’t have his writing, but he would’ve given up on his passion if he didn’t have his brother.

“I’ve always loved you Reggie. . . I don’t think I ever stopped.”

He didn’t say anything; just kept taking labored breaths as tears ran down his face. This was not how James wanted closure with Regulus to go.

It had been years too late. James had a beautiful wife and a kid brighter than any star you could find. What he didn’t have for most of those years was the man standing in front of him.

God, it’s hard to remember that they’re both men. Not the boys they used to run around school as. Already influenced by the war but not so close to be broken by it yet.

Regulus had moved on as well, dating Barty.

Well, not so much moved on, but rather moved forward.

“I guess you could say we were the right peo-”

“No, James, you’re wrong. And you wanna know how I know?” Regulus voice was nasally and raw.

James didn’t know how to respond.

“Because if I was so right for you, then the wrong time wouldn’t have mattered. So please, stop lying to me, and stop lying to yourself.”