Regulus Arcturus Black didn't like most things. In fact, he rarely had an opinion on anything at all. I might've been a result of his upbringing. The horrific consequence of a childhood where one was never heard. Not because they chose to be silent...but because they had no voice. James Potter liked most things...loved them actually. Sunday mornings, broom polish, treacle tart, James' love knew no bounds. Endless and unwavering. His voice was always heard, loud and clear, a true born leader, nurtured from the second his first cry sounded in the world. Nature vs Nurture. A long standing debate. Which one will prevail? James Potter and Regulus Black. A destined tragedy.

After Karl's parents had separated, his mum decided to start over. They moved from Britain to America and Karl had difficulties with fitting in but when he met Quackity, things were getting easier. But then he met Sapnap and things were getting difficult again. TW - angst -underage drinking -homophobia -smut -aggression -smoking -abuse

It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there's almost no way out again. Except to keep playing. Drarry fic! Explicit sexual situations depicted.