Houses of the Holy

Regulus Black has never been good at living. Ever since he escaped from his parent's house when he was 14, he's decided it's better to live in a cold, detached state, because he's good at that. Oh, and, he really, cannot stand James Potter.

James Potter is an awfully good actor. He plays his many roles and masks well. But then, who is he really? Without the lies and the pretending? And would any of his friends really be his friends without it?

Or

James has always pretended to be someone he's not, and Regulus is determined to crack open his many masks, simply to watch him fall apart.

This story deals with some bad mental health, past trauma from Regulus and Sirius, and heavy topics, so please be careful when reading, look after yourselves <3

Note: all characters and settings belong to their respective authors, and if there's any overlap with the way I have portrayed them, it's purely incidental.