#blind!regulus

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do u ship regulily or jegulily and if so do u jave any headcanons or anything ud like to ramble about them hehhee (or mayhaps a snippet if you've written anything 👀🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽)

My friend I will ship anything if it's cute enough lmao.

I've written some bits and pieces for Jegulily! Through The Veil is Jegulily, and so is my poor neglected Blind!Regulus AU. I am a stuanch supporter of the 'Love triangle? But [CHARACTER] has two hands' philosophy. OT3s reign supreme.

Hmmmmm let me grab some Regulus introspection from the Blind!Regulus AU for you.

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He’d not lied to Lily, saw no point to lies most of the time. He did think she was beautiful, and James too, and Remus and Barty and Pandora. He thought Evan was beautiful as well, and Wilhelmina Lavrentyeva, with the curls so prominent in her hair that he could feel them when she let him muddle through braiding it, and Jisoo Cho in Hufflepuff, with her carrying, cackling laughter. He thought plenty of people were beautiful, once he knew them well enough to decide they were.

He didn’t… have any frame of reference, any more, for what other people classified as ‘beautiful’. Regulus was reasonably sure his mother had been thought to be so, but the only lasting image of her that he could conjure up was that final one, with her brow scrunched and her mouth twisted into a sneer.

But with Lily and James it was also different. 

James, once Regulus had managed to move past his defensive anger at the other boy stealing Sirius from him, had been the first person Regulus had ever thought of as beautiful. His laughter was hiccuping and helpless, and he leaned all of his weight against Regulus when he talked to him, and his gait was bouncing, ever so slightly, unmistakable whenever he walked toward him. His palms were stocky and square, and rough with callous, and he smelled like broom polish. He was beautiful, in the way hope was beautiful. In the way steady, soothing things were beautiful.

Lily was beautiful in the way Regulus imagined forest fires were. It was impossible not to know that Lily Evans was beautiful. To know her was to be consumed, or devoured, or- overwhelmed, he supposed, like getting caught in a riptide. Words didn’t do her justice. She took Regulus’ hands in hers when he made her blush and held his fingers to her cheeks so he could feel the warmth of it. Her hair smelled like lavender, and when she was annoyed she clicked her tongue against the backs of her teeth, and she hummed under her breath when she wrote her essays. 

Much as Regulus could - and did - judge the way he’d gone about it, he couldn’t judge James for how infatuated with her he always had been. Really, the greatest mystery to Regulus was that it was taking her so long to feel the same way in return.

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Oh thank god one I don’t need to write for.

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“It- It’s Gilderoy.” Regulus lifted his head enough to blink impassively at a stretch of space adjacent to where he assumed Lockhart was standing, and the Ravenclaw cleared his throat uncomfortably. “...Gilderoy Lockhart? We’re in the same Divination class.”

Regulus hummed in acknowledgement.

“Right. The one who broke his teacup that one time. I recall. Did you want something, Lockhart?”

He took pains to sound as bored as possible, and figured he’d succeeded when Dorcas kicked him under the table; but Lockhart forged on regardless, as ignorant to social cues as he ever had been.

“As you may know, the first quidditch game of this year is going to be Ravenclaw and Gryffindor, as we were both top of the league last year.” Privately, Regulus thought that being top two of four wasn’t something to brag about, but whatever. “I, of course, will be making my grand return to the pitch as Ravenclaw’s star seeker.”

Regulus set an elbow on the edge of the table so he could drop his cheek into his palm, impatiently waiting for Lockhart to reach his point; and his eyes fluttered shut when Dorcas messed with his hair again, tucking curls that had fallen loose behind his ears.

He should start tying it back, really. Though he didn’t have sight to impair, it was irritating, the way it tickled his face.

“It was my hope, after the rapport we formed last year in our Divination lessons, that you might display some support for our team; I have a spare jersey I’m sure would suit you, and after I bring victory to the team we could spend the celebrations together.”

There was an incredulous noise from… somewhere, down the table, and Regulus realised that at some point, they’d managed to gain the attention of half of Slytherin House; and Regulus turned a slow, cat-like blink on Gilderoy Lockhart, before he turned his head in Barty’s direction.

“I’m not very good at reading between the lines, Barty. Simplify the motive here for me?”

“You got hot over the summer, and Lockhart is asking you out,” Barty provided helpfully; and Regulus frowned, mildly irritated by the explanation.

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hey, trying this again! I just stumbled on your blind regulus post and got excited because I have a fic featuring blind reg with a Very similar origin point. it's wolfstar and regulus won't feature prominently for a while but still good food!

Oooooh OOHHHH I like this a lot!! I will have to have a Respectful Look.

Let me gift you a snippet of my fic in exchange for this!

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“Oh, yes, well I’d go for McDonald too.”

James made a wordless noise of protest, and Regulus smirked back at him and tilted his head.

“What? She’s quite lovely. I don’t think she’s ever interrupted one of my classes with an idiot prank. And, well, she’s just so pretty, whereas you, Potter, look like you’re probably descended from a troll-” James cut him off, sounding exasperated but still thoroughly charmed.

“Yeah, yeah, alright, very funny. A troll, Regulus? Really?”

“When I imagine trolls they look like you,” he replied blithely.

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Blind!Regulus is almost at 2k notes so here’s another little snippet

Regulus POV ft the Skittles

“I think James is very beautiful,” she informed him softly; and Regulus hummed, while Evan made an incredulous noise.

“Yes, but you also think Xeno’s beautiful,” he argued. Pandora made a noise of acknowledgement, like Evan had made a valid point, and Regulus frowned.

“Is he not? Genes like his I’d have thought he’s considered at least passably attractive.” Xenophilius Lovegood was a Malfoy, on his mother’s side, and Regulus had been listening to everyone wax lyrical about how handsome Lucius was for almost his whole life; but Evan made a noncommittal noise, and Pandora murmured he’s shrugging from beside him.

“It’s too much. His face is too thin, his hair is too pale. He’s got all the features for being handsome but on him it just looks… ghostly. Like a sickly Victorian child.”

“Sirius keeps telling me that I look like a sickly Victorian child,” Regulus retorted, and Evan scoffed noisily.

“Yeah, but you look like that in a hot way, not in an ‘I’m dying of tuberculosis and will be killed by the next chill I feel’ kind of way.”

“I find his impermanence attractive,” Pandora intoned dreamily; and got a chorus of disbelieving noises from around the table, before Regulus addressed her fondly.

“You’re fucking morbid, fledgling.”

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Posting a little Blind!AU snapshot at 11.30 at night bc I just love this au a lot okay.

(Lily POV)

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“Well for what it’s worth, I think you’re beautiful,” he offered in return, blithe and offhand like he had no idea what it was doing to her already thundering heart rate, and Lily turned a desperate look on Remus, and mimed strangling the younger of the Black boys, watching him turn a sympathetic smile her way; and then looked back at Regulus again.

“I’ll decide if I’m flattered when you tell me what that means to you, Kitten.” The nickname slipped out without her intention, picked up from time spent with Pandora, and Regulus barely blinked before he answered her, setting his chin in the palm of his hand.

“Well I assume you’re physically very lovely, with how Potter has gone on all these years and some of the things Pandora has said; but it’s also… oh, I don’t know how to explain it fully. You’re kind, and confident, and stubborn, sometimes even more than me. You choose your words carefully. You describe the pictures in herbology books for me, and when you blush you let me feel it. You’re just… you’re Lily Evans. You’re beautiful. It’s one of those irrefutable facts, like McGonagall’s pop quizzes and Peter beating Sirius at chess.”

Lily stared at him, heart trapped in her throat; and for a brief stretch of absolute, needle-sharp clarity, just thought oh, I’m fucked.

Mary would be a wonderful girlfriend. Someday, to someone, Mary would be loving and affectionate and devastatingly good with her tongue and hands, and whoever she ended up with would be so, so thrilled to have her.

It wouldn’t be Lily; it couldn’t be Lily, because unfortunately, she was completely gone for Regulus fucking Black, and the easy way he called her beautiful, and described her like she was something truly spectacular.

Nothing had ever been so entirely unfair.

The curl at the corner of his mouth was rueful, and about as soft as Regulus ever got, and Lily cleared her throat before she replied.

“Well. I suppose I’m flattered after all,” she allowed; and got a soft huff of laughter from him in response.

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Snapshot of the as-yet unnamed Blind!Regulus AU in celebration of the headcanon post hitting 1k (???!?!!??) notes

(Tagging those who asked about fic in the replies: @carterthefrog @fckingpernico @tadaxii-i @mentally-ill-queer-iii @callener)

James POV

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“Pads. Your little brother.”

That immediately had Sirius sitting up, his brow creased with concern as he looked back at James.

“Regulus? What, did you see him? Is he alright? I know he’s got that new guide dog, he said it was fine, but it’s some fancy wizarding breed our Grandfather got him, so fuck knows-” Remus was the one who cut him off, shushing him and swatting at his chest with one hand even as a smirk spread across his face.

“I don’t think anything was wrong with Regulus, Padfoot. Was there Prongs?” The feigned innocence of the question had James wincing, and he shook his head.

“No, there… he. He looked good. Fine, that is. He looked fine.”

The last time James had seen Regulus, departing the train platform with Sirius and their grandfather at the end of last year, he’d just looked like Sirius’ little brother; dark haired, sarcastic, a bit gangly and awkward the way most Fourth years tended to be.

He didn’t really look like that, any more.

At some point over the summer, Regulus had gotten… well, lovely was a good word for it. He’d grown his hair out a little, so it curled around his ears, and highlighted the sharpness of his jaw and cheekbones. The awkwardness had melted off him, and he held himself now with a kind of straight-backed elegance that reminded James of his and Sirius’ cousin, Narcissa, but also absolutely did not remind James of her at all, because Narcissa was just terrifying, where Regulus was… lovely.

And funny. Wickedly funny, with his tongue-in-cheek blind jokes and the drawling sarcasm of his teasing, never cruel but a delightful kind of mean.

James had never noticed, before, the way he tucked his genuine smiles away into the corner of his mouth, like they were precious things that needed to be hoarded. James wanted to hoard them. He wanted to remember each and every one.

He wanted to know what they tasted like.

Oh, fuck.

“Prongs,” Sirius said, low and warning, apparently reaching the same conclusion in exactly the same moment as James had done; and James flushed, and held up both hands defensively.

“I can’t help it! I swear, Padfoot, I didn’t mean to, I just- he’s just-”

“You really do like a challenge, don’t you Prongs?” Peter remarked dryly, looking up from his magazine to exchange an amused look with Remus; and Sirius made a furious noise.

“My little brother is not a bloody challenge! And you’re not allowed to like him, James!”

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Alright yikes do you want Regulus, James, or Lily POV