#siriary

Jeverus: Lily couldn't even change James his obsession towards Severus.

Tomerus: He trusted his right hand man a lot, didn't even believe his betrayal nor could he understand it. I view it as a man unable to win someone's heart.

Snegulus: Two men that betrayed voldy and died by his hand.

Snirius: Like a dog that noticed a rabbit, love such relationships which are toxic. You won't even believe the manhwas/mangas/manhuas I read.

Snettigrew: I love how they were opposing of each other and have a lot to work with while clashing.

Snumbeldore: I love the power play and the manipulation going on here.

Snupin: Not my most favourite ship but I do adore the idea of maruaders becoming teachers and just basically haunting sev. Sometimes I see Severus x James, Sirius and Remus. But I often find myself switching out Remus for Peter.

Snily: Not my most favourite ship, I do adore them as lesbians a lot. I'm writing a belle and the beast story about them at the moment.

Snarry (if used right): I love it when harry has a crush on Snape and Snape is just oblivious and resentful. There is one fanfic I adore is when harry died at 12 or 13, went back in time to meet 10yr old Snape and they hot it off, slow burn. If they are adults, I prefer it if one dies. Pdf ships aren't my most loveable ones.

Snulciber: Slytherin ships aside snegulus where those two were like two sides of a coin, are kind of a dud. I have to use a lot of imagination to make it work. Give them new personalities and I feel extremely disgusting when I look at others their oc-ficarion of the marauders and just hope I'm not going too far and be delusional like them.

Snarty (made-up name): Pure make belief, Severus x Barty.

Snosier (made-up name): Pure make belief. Severus x Rosier.

Snunior (made-up name): Pure make belief. Severus x Avery Jr.

Snilkes (made-up name): Pure make belief. Severus x Wilkes.

Jily: Hot trash. Not only is this pasty ass white vanilla bullshit marriage based on lies such as James not giving a fuck about Lily and going behind her back to still get his hands on Severus. The fans of this ship sucks ass. Somehow, in their creepy little brains they have the nerve to act as if their ship is all this when it was just a few pages in the book where James was half beating a kid, threatening his future wife, it terrified his own child. Harry would definitely be that boy that wished his mother met a different and kinder man even if it meant he didn't have to be born. Glad they died, they were so worthless. I don't even understand when people say, Harry looks like Lily or James.... No. Harry at least didn't fawn over Pansy and was actually anti-bullying (probably being a worse bully than Draco but that's a different convo). But somehow, this ship has the nerve to hate on Severus. Yeah, right, I would also hate the boy I allowed to be sexually assaulted in public despite having a prefect badge and hold back a smile. I also would hate the boy I physically harmed with my 3 friends for 7 years, 2 of those in secrecy while one of my friends is a prefect and I am a headboy so my word is final.... Sounds logic. James is just the basic attention whore, while Lily is that "Pick me, choose me" vibe. Girl threw Snape so fast under the bus, the bus driver mistook it for a speed bump.

Jegulus: While I loathe Lily, I find it utterly disgusting how she's portrayed here. I love Lily my way, the canon way. Not to mention these assholes have the fucking nerve to again paint Snape as the bad guy. Where in the fucking universe is a pureblood, rich, Tom fanatic, Black child going to be bossed around by a fucking half-mudblood nobody? Tell me how that fucking makes sense. Not to mention, these Rowlings have the bright idea that Snape could lead the other PUREBLOODS into bullying Regulus. The thought process of these people reminds me of those rednecks that voted for Trump or anti-abortion. They cannot simply grasp the concept of logic. They just can't. Regulus changed for his racist possession, and Snape for an old childhood friend yet somehow Regulus is above Sev. This fandom also hates Severus but somehow steal everything that was rightfully his, friendship with Lily, intelligence (reg was a goddamn idiot), being a spy, hatred to James that somehow has the same level of hatred at Severus. You don't have to suck Sev's dick, but holy shit, if you hate, don't steal, and you don't have to hate. Ship could be something but when I read the brainrot bullshit reasoning of these fans, my mind tunes out of disgust.

Wolfstar: Ship isn't for me, simple. Fans disgust me so much, it makes me realize from time to time that I am glad Rowling didn't write this shit. Look at how shitty the fans could be. No other single ship puts a writer under fire for not including their favourite ship. First of all, she wrote that (ATYD stole that, yet fans have the nerve to act as if that garbage was better?) so show some respect for that. No other ship fans even acts as pompous as these bitches. It's always a Jily and wolfstar message.... no. Snupin was before Wolfstar. You don't see Snupin artists visiting JKR page to cuss her for not implying Snupin. What the fuck are you on? I am so, so, so happy that Sirius didn't apologize, didn't give a fuck at all, so when I see wolfstar shippers acting out of line against snape, I give them these canonical facts. Not to mention that Remus did believe that Sirius killed James, doesn't sound like love goals, lol. Hate the artists too, makes me want to curse them with an illness that I won't discuss here. But these artists fuel unnecessary hatred towards Severus, the victim. Don't include him at all in your fanfic then. I don't know about artists; they already don't include him but somehow it creates shit fans. Just get out of the fandom, I guess. It's a better place without hatred.

Moonwater: Trash version of Snupin. Regulus would never be near that thing, much less have codepent relationship with it. You're insulting Regulus at this point.

Kittywater: Tried to go with flow. I hate it, glad it died out.

Rosekiller: Majority of these Shitheads fuck with homosexuals and DE as hot. But oh, Snape is not it. Because he "bullies" kids, as if Barty just didn't torment Neville his parents.

Tomarry: Bro, imagine. You hate a teacher that was not even abusive but strict, and appropriate strict for a 60's and 90's teacher whom JKR grew up with. And you make excuses for this hatred like, he got Harry's parents killed or hurts harry.... Then you go and fuck with pedophilia. Nonetheless the pedophilia, grooming bullshit of the actual instigator, the actual bad guy that got the child's parents killed, hunted them down, and hurts Harry till his last breath by killing people close to him. A fan that fucked with tomarry, litterally said that Snape mindraped harry. Yeah, fuck off.

Marylily: Bullshit. Snape is a victim with this bullshit ship as usual.

Marylene: Bullshit. Snape is a victim here too.

Siriary: 100% bullshit too. As if Sirius would fuck with a muggleborn when he already had about 0 respect for Lily, his best mate's woman (in his mind, because he wouldn't see lily as her own person).

Dorlene: Purely made for black wlw which is okay, but also bullshit since this ship also shits on the victim.

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I'll be honest with you guys. I don't even mind the incest ships such as Blackcest, but I do draw the line by hating a suicidal victim for lashing out at brats when he didn't even want to teach those goddamn brats. Same with Tomarry, I don't judge those shippers as long as they don't come with bs reasons to hate Snape. Bro, the guy you fuck with traumatized half his class so shut the fuck up.

It's these small things that just irk me. I hate the Rowling fans that come along these ships. Preaching about Nazism and de to make it seem more awful to hate on Sev, only to ship homosexuals tongue fucking each other, and suddenly muggle murder was a misunderstanding. How disgusting can you be?

He starts off by asking random people who pass by. Have you seen a young boy, with matching mickey ears and a mickey mouse top?

He even gets out his phone, pointing helplessly to the photo they took only minutes before the little scoundrel ran off.

No one seems to have seen him.

One person does say yes, and Sirius has a few seconds of heart pounding relief before he realises that the person has no idea what he’s saying and doesn’t understand French. He asks in English, but they don’t understand that either and so he walks off feeling worse than he did before.

He asks a group of American tourists, who are deeply apologetic and then ask him if he’s from London.

Every person, to his left and right, he asks.

It becomes almost second nature to him, speaking in French and asking, rather politely but also forcefully, if they’ve seen his brother.

He’s always expecting a ‘no’, and so he’s already setting himself up for the bitter disappointment when he taps the girl in front of him, shoves his phone in her face and asks her the same question in French he’s been asking for what feels like a lifetime.

“Er, Jay swiss desu-lay. But, par-lay voo Ang-lay?”

He blinks. The girl stares back.

He’s never heard someone butcher the French language quite like her, it’s actually an achievement and for a second he’s absolutely shocked for words. Then, despite the turmoil he’s been putting himself through and the nerves that are still wrecking at his gut, he laughs.

The poor girls stares at him in horror.

“I’m so sorry,” she cries, placing a hand on his shoulder. “I have no idea what you just said. Desu-lay.”

“It’s okay.”

She looks relieved, but now extremely embarrassed. “You’re English.”

“I am.” For a second, when he stares into her eyes, he forgets everything. He clears his throat and fiddles with the zip on his leather jacket (Regulus had rolled his eyes when Sirius had put it on this morning, saying it looked like he was in the Mafia). “So are you?”

She’s staring back, mouth half open in a daze. Then she blinks and nods her head and tucks her hair back behind her ear.

“Err yeah. English. That’s me.”

She’s got pretty eyes, and the sweetest face he’s ever seen.

God, what’s wrong with him all of a sudden?

He’s never been speechless, James says all the time that he could talk the hind legs off a donkey. So why, in front of this girl he’s literally never seen before, has he suddenly lost all ability to speak?

She reaches out, fingers fluttering against his. He sucks in a breath, he hates people touching him, but with her it’s different somehow? Her hand is warm, and oddly comforting. She takes the phone gently from him, and stares at the photo of Regulus that’s still up on the screen.

“Is this your brother?”

He nods. “Um, yeah. Regulus. I can’t find him.”

He realises with a jolt that they’re standing oddly close together. Her shoulders brush against his chest, she’s a head shorter than him at least, and he can smell the faintest hint of strawberries. What is going on?

“I haven’t seen him, I’m so sorry.” She hands the phone back to him, hands brushing against his again. He’s blushing like a little kid as she pulls her eyes away from his.

Suddenly someone is waving something in his face. “A rose! A rose for you and your girlfriend?”

Sirius takes a step back, jumping at the sudden sound and trips up over the girl’s feet. She stumbles and he has to reach out to grab hold of her shoulder, pulling her back with a grunt as she hits his chest.

“Oh, we’re not -” He starts, words failing when the flower vendor winks at them. He immediately lets go of her shoulder, and the girl is blushing as she takes a step away from him.

“Don’t deny it! You two have such chemistry!” The man, who’s holding a large bucket full of roses, doesn’t look like he’s going to leave unless he’s got a euro in his hand and suddenly he starts monologuing in French about how much the two of them look like they’re in love.

Sirius takes out his wallet immediately, slaps two euros into the man’s hand and takes the rose. Merci’s are exchanged and the flower vendor goes off to look for his next victims.  

“I’m Sirius,” he says, groaning in his head at the complete cliched feel of this whole situation. He numbly hands the rose to her and she takes it with a grin. He’s such an idiot.

“Mary.”

Mary twirls the rose between her fingers, a bashful looking smile on her lips like she’s never been given a flower before. “Thank you, it’s lovely.”

He’s smiling again, like a fool, when his phone starts ringing.

“Mother!” He tries putting on his happiest, I-haven’t-lost-my-brother voice and glances wearily in Mary’s direction. She gives him the thumbs up and it’s strange how she can reassure him so easily. “Yeah, Reg is having loads of fun! You want to talk to him? He’s err, he’s currently on a ride. Yeah. He didn’t want me to go with him, said I’d be too embarrassing. I’ll give you a call back when he’s done. Okay. Bye!”

“She is going to kill me!” He throws his phone rather murderously into Reg’s Daffy Duck bag, and grabs at his hair in mild panic.

“Do you remember where you saw him last?” Her voice sends a shiver up his spine.

“Sleeping Beauty’s castle. I turned away for a second and the little rascal had run off.”

Mary nods her head, rearranges the strap of her bag and sets off walking.

“You don’t have to come, sorry. I shouldn’t have made it your problem too-”

She shakes her head and continues to speed walk past the crowds of people. He has to jog a little to catch up and, when he’s matching her pace, slides her a curious gaze.

“You’re in Disneyland Paris, and you’d rather help a stranger find his little brother than go around on rides? Aren’t you with anyone?”

She smooths her hair back again, dodging out of the way just in time as a group of excited kids barge past them. “I was. Till the knob broke up with me, just as we were about to go on The Little Mermaid.”

“Ouch. That’s low. What a dick.” Then, because he has no idea what else to say, and because he’s extremely aware of her hand brushing against his as they push through the crowds, he apologises.

She laughs, saying he has nothing to be sorry for and he knows because it’s such a pet-peeve of his when people say sorry for something they didn’t do and have no power over anything in the situation.

“I’ve made up my mind, Sirius,” she says, the name rolling off her tongue as if they’ve known each other far longer than just ten minutes. “I might not be much help, but I’m going to help any way I can.”

He thinks, in the least creepiest way possible, he might love her, just a little bit.

Finally they make it back to the castle, where countless couples stand and pose for selfies, sharing kisses and candy-floss alike.

It’s packed, he overhears a group of Parisian teenagers squealing because they’ve just caught a glimpse of Gaston up ahead, and suddenly a whole swarm of giddy fans are rushing past in the hopes of finding him. People are pushing everywhere and he’s not even thinking straight as he grabs hold of Mary’s hand so he can’t lose her in the crowd.

She seems to have the same idea because their fingers meet halfway, immediately latching onto one another for dear life.

He tries to ignore the fluttery feeling in his gut, tries to ignore the fact that he’s still wearing the blasted Mickey ears that Reg forced him to wear and that he, more than likely, looks ridiculous and stupid rather than cool and sophisticated.

But all that matters is that she’s clinging onto him for dear life as the pair of them are swept into the castle.

He barely gave the castle a second glance before, when he was panicking and running around in a daze trying to find Reg. And now, with Mary by his side, their hands locked together, he realises it showcases Princess Aurora and Prince Philip's fairy tale love story.

There’s a flash of a camera, lightning up the darkened room for a second before it vanishes. The crowd’s already been and gone now, in the distance someone yells ‘Gaston!’ and there’s a cheer, but the castle’s not swarming as it once was.

A kid screams in excitement and demands to see the dragon and Sirius, who is getting sweaty palms drops Mary’s hand as casually as he can. It’s too dark in the room to tell, but he thinks he sees her flex her hand, rubbing her thumb against the inside of her fingers.

He shivers.

She stops right by the stained glass windows, the light streaming through and making her face shine with different colours. He looks around the room, forcing himself to stare at something else that’s not her.

“Do you remember anything he said? Something that would help you know where he’s gone?”

He shakes his head at her question, he honestly cannot remember anymore. It’s been almost an hour, he is officially the worst big brother in the world.

“He was just too damn excited about everything. The castle, the dragon. Seeing Goofy. I checked my phone for one second and then he was nowhere.”

“Did you see her?”

“What?”

She smiles. “The dragon. Maleficent. Did you both go to see it?”

He lets out a breath, his lungs are aching. “No.”

They’re grabbing each other’s hands again, racing off towards The Dragon’s Lair. It’s so dark underneath the castle and the two of them take out their phones, activating the torch. He gives Mary a nod and she follows close behind him as he yells out a panicked ‘Reg!’.

A group of five give him a funny look, but Sirius doesn’t care. He barges past them, looking in all of the nooks and crannies where a small boy of seven could fit.

“You don’t have to yell out my name!”

His mouth burns and he lets out a gasp as he turns. There Reg is, leaning against the rails like some model who’s waiting for an assistant to hand him a mocha-decaf-latte with extra cream.

“You little monster!” Sirius grabs him by his top and then pulls him close to give him a tight squeeze. “Where the hell did you run off to?”

Regulus pulls away after a few seconds, finding it highly embarrassing that his older brother is hugging him. “I told you I wanted to see the dragon,” he answers rather calmly.

Sirius blinks. “You’ve been here for the past hour?”

“Yes.” Regulus rolls his eyes. The boy glances towards Mary, who stands a little behind them. “Who’s that?”

“This is Mary-”

“Is she your girlfriend?” Regulus nods, with a wide grin, towards the rose that Mary’s still holding between her fingers. “Sirius’s got a crush. Sirius bought a rose.” The little scoundrel laughs and tugs at his backpack that still hangs from Sirius’s shoulders. He’s glad to get rid of the damn thing, and practically throws it into Regulus’s arms.

“Come on then,” Reg says once he’s reunited with his bag. “I want some candy-floss.” He turns towards the exit and Sirius, who is never letting his younger brother out of his sight again, tugs at Mary’s hand.

“Thank you so much,” he says as they pass the dragon and head towards the exit. “You’re actually a lifesaver.”

Mary laughs, grinning at the hyper sight of Regulus who dances and chants ‘candy-floss’. “He’s adorable. I’m so glad you found him.”

“You found him. I honestly cannot thank you enough.” He scratches his neck, takes off the mickey ears and runs a hand through his hair. “Er, so what were you planning on doing now?”

She shrugs. “Nothing now that my arse of an ex has gone. You?”

“Just going around with Reg.” He swallows hard. “You could, um - you’re welcome to join us. If you wanted to, I mean. I could treat you to a coffee. As a thank you.”

“That’s code for a date,” Regulus pops his head from under Sirius’s arms, giving Mary a grin that’s so similar to his brother’s. “He’s asking you out.”

“Only your head?” he murmurs softly, shuffling closer towards her. Like a sack of potatoes, she instantly leans back towards him and he wraps his arms around the bundle of blankets. 

“My body feels like wet cardboard that’s been floating on the shores of a deserted island, lost and forgotten.”

She sneezes and wipes her nose on her newest bit of tissue and he moves his legs around her, cradling her in his arms. She rests her back against his chest, her feet tucked under his in perfect harmony. He moves his hand slightly, trying to find the opening of her blankets. 

Her body is hot, and he rests a hand against her forehead to double check. 

“You know,” he says with a smile, flicking her nose softly to which she scowls, “this would all go away if you just had some pepper-up.”

She groans, they’ve had this conversation a dozen times. “Pepper-up makes it too easy,” she sniffles, leaning further back into him. “It’s just a cold, nothing I can’t handle.”

“This morning you said you couldn’t remember what breathing normally felt like.”

She’s silent for a second, frozen, before her body suddenly lurches forwards and she sneezes. He instinctively passes her a new roll of tissue and she whispers out a timid, ‘thanks’ and falls back onto him, groaning like a banshee. 

She’s still burning hot against him and he runs one hand through her hair as he kisses the top of her head. He stills against her when she lets out a happy, content sigh; there’s a flutter in his stomach and he can’t help but want to be closer to her. 

He leans forward, kissing her cheek tenderly.

“Don’t,” she squirms, “I’m ill and gross and disgusting-”

But her voice dies down when he grabs hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb against hers as he kisses her palm. 

“Mary,” he says, whispering against her, “you could be covered head-to-toe in dragon pox and I wouldn’t care.”

“That’s really cheesy,” she grins, closing her eyes as he places a kiss on her forehead this time, “maybe I should be ill more often.” 

He rolls his eyes but moves down to kiss her temple, a smile glued to his lips. “The next cold you get you are having pepper-up.”

She doesn’t disagree with him this time, just murmurs softly and brushes her lips against his neck. 

“I love you, Old MacDonald.” 

Her eyes crack open, and she stares at him in both shock and amazement, “Don’t you dare-” she starts.

“Had a farm-”

“Oh my god-”

“E-I-E-I-O.”

She grabs hold of a cushion, ready to whack it in his face but she never falls through. Her hands falter as she stares at him. He’s grinning fondly at her, and he cocks his head slightly to the side, trying to understand what she’s thinking. 

He loves her. Loves. She can’t hear it enough, every time those words fall off his sweet lips she can’t believe it.

He must know what she’s thinking, because he winks (that stupid, egotistical wink that makes her heart flutter) and he kisses her forehead once more. It’s a short kiss that leaves her breathless against him, and he quickly untangles himself from her to stand.

She’s still hot, but for the first time it’s not because of her cold.