Hi! I'm C | She/Her | 29 | Multifandom. This blog is definitely not spoiler free ♡ .:☆ The Simbar Queen, as proclaimed by 3 different people ☆:. "Every time you open a book and read, a tree smiles, knowing there's life after death."
Hasta los fanfics de wattpad son mejores que esa porqueria de temporada. Ni la veas, fue una perdida de tiempo 😒
"Hasta los fanfics de wattpad son mejores" JAJAJAJA 100% real. Es que no puedo ni enojarme. Pareciera que reemplazaron a todos los personajes con clones porque nada tiene sentido jsjsjs
Ámbar cursed as she sped down the hall, her left hand holding her bag open as her right furiously rummaged through it, trying to rearrange her things, which she had haphazardly thrown in there minutes prior in her haste.
Damn her stupid roommates. One thing was that they left their books, notes, beauty products, potion ingredients, and whatever else they could conjure lying around the place, and another very different thing was that they touched her stuff, added it to the pile of chaos, and lost it in it.
‘We just wanted to look at your notes!’ Well, if they were as incompetent as to not take their own decent notes, that wasn’t her fault!
If only Ramiro and Matteo hadn’t dropped Potions in favor of continuing Divination instead to hook up with chicks, she could’ve just asked them to borrow their notes. But no. They had to be males.
Anyway, now thanks to her dear roommates she was running late for class and in a terrible mood. The fact that there was some guy yelling something repeatedly didn’t help. How could someone be so annoying so early in the morning?
“Hey!” The voice kept coming. “Hey, girl!”
Ámbar was pretty much running through the courtyard since it was faster to just cross it than go through the castle halls. She wouldn’t even be so late if the stairs didn’t love to change directions every time a student was in a hurry. She wished she could give whoever created those stairs a piece of her mind, but she knew that person had been dead for a long, long time now. In a way, that was satisfying.
“Blonde!” She heard the voice of the guy again. It seemed to be getting closer.
She should be able to get to the classroom on time if she kept her pace, she calculated mentally. She continued speed-walking.
“Blonde with the boots!”
Ámbar stopped in her tracks.
She was the only girl who wore combat boots instead of those lame school shoes— She had made sure of that. It was only then that she realized the boy was talking to her.
The revelation filled her with outrage.
Blonde? Did this being dare not to know who she was?
Ámbar spun around to see a brown-haired boy making his way to her. He caught up to her just a second later and leaned on his knees in an exaggerated show of exhaustion.
“Wow, you walk very fast, I had to jog,” he said with a laugh. He stood upright and Ámbar saw he was taller than her, around Matteo’s height probably, and also around her age. His brown eyes shone with cheer, but Ámbar was in no mood for jokes.
“I’m late to class, what do you want?” She spat.
Anyone else would’ve been intimidated by her hostile attitude— another thing she had made sure to establish during her years in this school— but this guy didn’t so much as blink. All he did was hold out a hand.
“You dropped this.”
Ámbar looked down and her features froze with surprise when she saw her peacock feather quill between his fingers.
“I guess you need it for your class, right?” He said.
“Oh. I didn’t even realize…” She muttered and took the delicate quill from the boy’s hand. She must have dropped it as she scrambled with her stuff down the hall.
Her quill being so small, it would’ve been lost forever. And she would’ve hated to lose it— not really because of its monetary value but because her mother had gifted it to her when she first sent her to Hogwarts. The quill was beautiful—eye-catching, just like her— and some of its blue matched her eyes. She had loved it from day one, and, for her, it was irreplaceable.
But, wait, if she had dropped it down the hall, that meant…
Ámbar looked up at the boy.
Had he… Had he followed her all across the courtyard just to give her the quill back?
Her previous anger now vanished, Ámbar stared at the guy with a mix of confusion and amazement. He had been calling for her, she plainly ignored him, and yet he kept going? What kind of person would bother to do that for a quill? Or for anything, really.
A good one, her brain provided for her.
“I tried telling you that you had dropped it, but I guess you didn’t hear me…?” The boy surmised, looking unsure of his own statement. Obviously— She’d have to be deft for it to make sense, and by this point, it was clear to him that she wasn’t.
“Oh, no, I heard you, I just thought you were talking to someone else,” she explained so he didn’t think she had purposely ignored him. “Everyone knows my name around here, that’s why.”
“Ah.” He exhaled and laughed again. Ámbar noticed that his eyes shrunk a little when he did. “I’m new here. Just transferred from México’s school, so I don’t know that many people yet.”
That explains a lot. Starting from the accent she had noticed but hadn’t been able to quite place.
The boy offered his hand to her with a smile. “I’m Simón. Nice to meet you.” / un gusto
For some strange reason, Ámbar hesitated. She wasn’t sure why— It wasn’t like this was some prank where his hand would electrocute her when she touched it. At least, she didn’t think so.
She brought her hand to his. “Ámbar.”
There was no electric shock, but she did get a weird feeling when his hand held hers. It was warm and bigger than her own, which made her feel a bit small, which was weird because, considering her two best friends were guys, she should’ve been used to it, but this was… different. Not uncomfortable, not intimidating, just… different.
His hand was soft.
“Ámbar. Like the pretty stone,” the boy— Simón— noted with a smile before letting go. “It fits you well.” (Te queda muy bien)
Under any other circumstances, Ámbar would’ve rolled her eyes hard at that and pretty much vomit. She would’ve thrown a snarky comment like “Seriously? That’s your line?” or “I didn’t ask for your opinion.”
But she did none of those things.
In fact, she did nothing.
Her heart started going wild, her stomach fluttered, and she got flooded with so much nervous energy that her body literally forgot how to function, reducing her to gapping like a fish.
“Uh…”
She didn’t know how long she just stood there, staring at him while desperately feeling like she had to do something, or say something, anything, but not knowing what.
In the end, it was Simón who reacted first, his eyes widening.
“Oh, shoot! Your class! Sorry, I’m making you even later. And, actually, I should probably go too,” he said in a rush. “See you around, Ámbar!”
The boy turned away and ran in the opposite direction of the courtyard, right where she had come from before.
Instead of moving, Ámbar just watched him go until he faded from view.
Five points were taken from Slytherin that day for arriving late to class.
Normally, that would’ve pushed Ámbar into another rage because of the injustice of it all, but as she sat down, she found herself more worried about what had come over her earlier. The freezing up, the internal reaction she couldn’t explain— None of that was like her. It had never happened before.
After about ten minutes of jumbled thoughts, she just shook herself out of it and focused on the lecture.
It wasn’t as if something like that was ever going to happen again.
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The long-awaited meet cute!!! ♡
Now, two things before we carry on with the story:
First, all chapters will be short like this one, so around 1000 words. If you know me, you know I have a problem with taking forever to update, so I'm keeping things short to help with that. This story will probably end up being around 20k-30k words, by my estimation. I've got a lot already written, including the ending, so we're not at risk of this getting out of hand. Having said that, if you want to share ideas of what situations you would like to see these two in, be my guest and leave them in the comments! I don't promise to include them, but there might be some inspiration in there.
Second, I want to clarify what my personal worldbuilding is for this. So, originally Hogwarts is in Europe and there are only some other magic schools around the world. That wouldn't make much sense when all our characters are latin american, so we're going to forget all that! In *my* world, there are *several* Hogwarts. Kind of like how there's the original Harvard and Harvard India. I believe the term is branches? Anyway. So, most countries have their own school (bc having only 11 in the whole world is fucking stupid, there are 12 countries in South America alone), but there are a select number of Hogwarts. The Latin American Hogwarts is located in Argentina. So, Simón studied most of his life at the México school, due to proximity and monetary reasons, but then there was an open spot in Hogwarts, and due to its prestige, it would do wonders for his professional future if he graduated from there, so his parents were like "Oh yeah, you have to go."
Since this Hogwarts is located in Argentina, keep in mind the seasons will change as they do in the Southern Hemisphere, and also the school year runs from march to december.
So, that would be it for now. Let me know if you have any questions. But honestly, we're not focusing on those details for this-- Let's all just turn off our brains and have a good time <3
Ámbar is the queen of Slytherin and convinced she's better than everyone else— but all of that changes whenever that Hufflepuff boy Simón shows up. Her hands sweat, her brain goes blank, and to her utter mortification, she can hardly get any words out. What happened to all her confidence, you ask? It fled out the window the moment she saw his smile, that's what.
Will this poor soul that never knew love before succeed in getting the noble boy's heart? Or will she be doomed to endure Ramiro and Matteo's teasing for the rest of her school life?
A love comedy set in the wizarding world.
// Or, if Ámbar were a muggle and knew who Carly Rae Jepsen is, she would relate a lot.
Read the Prologue bellow!
~Prologue~
Ámbar knew pretty much everything there was to know about magic. She performed her first spells when she was seven. Her grades were at the top of her year every year since she entered Hogwarts. She excelled at Defense Against the Dark Arts, potions, charms, and had read every book of magic on the school list, including the Hogwarts Rule book— After all, the only way to technically not break a rule and get away with it was to know the grey areas.
People often said she was the typical arrogant Slytherin, but personally, she believed she had reasons to be proud.
As in any other afternoon, Ámbar, along with her best friends, Matteo and Ramiro, walked through the hallways of Hogwarts in all their dark glory. They were the perfect Slytherin trio— In fact, they were pretty much convinced they were the best thing that had ever happened to that house. Or to Hogwarts in general since the original Golden Trio graduated.
She looked at the other students in the courtyard as she passed (if they could call themselves that) with a barely veiled face of disgust.
“I swear we get more Gryffindors every year,” she complained. “Not that I want our House to be filled with idiots who don’t deserve to wear these colors, but isn’t it unfair when it comes to winning the House Cup if there are notoriously more of them than us?”
“Almost seems like whoever came up with the system didn’t think things through,” Matteo said wryly.
“So, the four founding fathers were idiots, what else is new?” Ramiro said with laughter in his voice, his hands in his pockets as he moved confidently. “We’ll still win the cup. Even if we have to get some of those lions in trouble to reduce their points.”
An evil smirk curled Ámbar’s lips. “Well, I’d say it’d be only fair, wouldn’t it?”
“Honestly, I don’t think we’ll have to do anything; they already get in enough trouble by themselves,” Matteo said.
Ámbar scoffed. “Yeah. Gryffindor’s so-called ‘bravery’. More like recklessness and lack of brains, if you ask me. Then you’ve got Ravenclaws who are all brains and they use them for absolutely nothing fun. They’d be our biggest competition for the Cup if points were only given for academics. At least we know we’ll never have to worry about Hufflepuff even if 80% of the students were suddenly in that House,” she mocked, earning chuckles from his friends. “They’re such a joke—”
“Hi, Ámbar.”
She stopped in her tracks.
They had just turned at a corner, which put them face to face with the dark-skinned, smiley Hufflepuff boy who had just greeted her.
But it wasn’t just any dark-skinned, smiley Hufflepuff boy, nonono.
This was THE dark-skinned, smiley Hufflepuff boy.
Ámbar’s face changed completely.
“S-SIMÓN! HI! Hello, good morning— and all those other greetings there are. How are you today? Nice day, isn’t it? The sun is shining, and the sky’s so blue~”
Why was she talking about the weather right now? / por qué pelotas
In some other plane of existence, Ámbar was cringing at herself, but in this one, she couldn’t do anything. Why?
Oh, well, that was easy.
Because when she, a proud Slytherin, happened to be in front of Simón Álvarez, she also always happened to forget how to freaking think.
Her friends, used to her antics by this point, shared a look and rolled their eyes at her side. Here we go again.
Oblivious to all this, Simón let out a light laugh and took a look around. “Yeah, very beautiful.”
“You’re beautiful.”
Simón returned his gaze to her with a blink. “Huh?”
And that was when Ámbar realized she had said that out loud. Damn him and his beautiful smile with perfect teeth and shiny eyes for making her whisper that under her breath!
“You’re dutiful, right? You look like it. Did you manage that nonverbal spell from the other day?” She changed the subject, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger, and then immediately stopping when she realized she was doing that.
“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t get it nonverbally at first— N.E.W.T.-level classes really are no joke— but I figured it out in the end.”
Ámbar smiled widely. “That’s so great. Could you teach me?” She begged with folded hands. “I’ve practiced it, but I’m still getting it wrong.”
Matteo turned to her with a frown. “What are you talking about? You’re top of our—”
He didn’t get to finish because she sent a Stinging Hex to his foot.
“Ouch!” Matteo yelped, jumping in place, and Ramiro laughed hard. Contrary to Matteo, he knew never to mess with Ámbar, even when she was in ‘Simón World’.
“So?” She prompted with a hopeful smile, acting like they weren’t even there.
Simón wrinkled his brows at their weird interaction, but chose to ignore it. “Uh… Yeah, sure.” He smiled again. “I’d be happy to help you, bonita.”
As if hit by a Petrificus Totalus, Ámbar suddenly froze in front of him with her eyes slightly widened.
Simón’s smile slipped off his face, and he furrowed his brows again.
“… Ámbar?” He asked with a mix of worry and confusion after five seconds of no response.
Ámbar straightened up with a jolt.
“ThankyouIhavetogoBye,” she squeaked.
She speedwalked out of there.
All three boys watched her leave.
“Uh, is she okay?” Simón asked.
“She’ll recover,” Matteo said. “Don’t worry, Jigglypuff.” He patted him on the shoulder and went after Ámbar.
Ramiro turned to Simón.
“She’ll see you on Friday,” he said with a smile before turning as well, following his friends. “‘Jigglypuff’?” He asked Matteo with a teasing smirk. “Have you been researching Muggle culture again to impress a Muggle-born?”
“Shut up,” Matteo grumbled back.
Simón gave up on trying to make sense of what had just happened and carried on his way.
A few meters in the opposite direction, Matteo and Ramiro followed Ámbar into an empty classroom.
They had just closed the door behind them when Ámbar flicked her wand, casting a Muffliato on the room, and let out a high-pitched scream that nearly made their ears bleed.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
The boys were really starting to reconsider becoming best friends with a girl.
Now, how did Ámbar, and everyone else by begrudging consequence, end up in this peculiar situation, you might ask?
Well, to explain that, we have to go the beginning.
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HERE IT IS GUYS! The fic you've all been asking for since 2018! Who would've thought all it would take for me to finally start posting it would be for D*sney executives to decide to ruin my life and me choosing to retaliate with this big F*CK YOU? ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡ Certainly not me!
Anyway, I've decided to share this AU with you because it brings me joy, and we all deserve some happiness, amiright?
So, I made some changes to the original oneshot, as you might see. The first version was more cartoonish, so I wanted to make it feel more real. I also educated myself more on the lore, but, having said that, do not expect me to stick to the canon worldbuilding. I will do whatever I want with it bc I don't respect the author <3 So, if you're like a huuuge Harry Potter fan and find some incongruences or things that straight up don't make sense, feel free to comment your "Um, Actually☝🏻🤓"s, but I'll probably won't fix them unless they're veeery easily fixable. I'm here to have fun, and I just don't care 😘
Now, since I know this is mostly the same you had already seen and you've been dying for more, I'm posting this together with chapter 1 as well. Hope you like it! Love you all ♡
Go to chapter 1
Kudos to the anon who sent me the original prompt for this all those years ago: "Ámbar is the stereotypical Slytherin that hates everyone but Ramiro and Matteo (also Slytherin) love to tease her because she goes all lovable and cute anytime that Hufflepuff Simón just shows up."
(I wrote here, I think, big spoiler from Soy Luna 4, so if you didn't watched it yet, and you want to watch it, please don't read this, and im sorry for writing this so soon from the released of it)
I haven't watched season 4 and I don't plan to, that BS doesn't exist for me, BUT I found out on TikTok that about Ambar and Simon, they said only that they traveled together for a while and then broke up and then Simon became Luna's skating partner again, which if I'm not mistaken, means that they let them break up a while after the end of season 3, because again, if I have enough information, as I said, I haven't watched it and I don't plan to, but this season 4 should take place 2 years (?) after Luna's incident during that competition with Simon, so they broke up before she had the incident, which as I said would mean that they broke up sometime near the end of season 3. Ámbar and Simón were literally obsessed with each other, they couldn't be without each other, and they didn't even give them a full-fledged long-term relationship. Oh, and Ámbar is supposedly a supermodel in Paris.
Oh honey I never planned on watching this shit either, don't worry sjdks
It's funny how they were, as you said, obsessed with each other, and they say they broke up a year later just bc "it didn't work out". Like, I've got friends in real life clinging on to awful boyfriends for years just because they love them. It is not plausible 😂😂😂 Even if they had the most toxic ass relationship, they would've clung to it for 3 years AT LEAST.
"Ámbar is supposedly a supermodel in Paris" not saying she couldn't be because she obviously could, but I feel like it's such a disservice to just make her a model when we all knew she was smart and she was supposedly studying a career in university (this information was given by the writers in season 3, where they said that, while they didn't show it, Ámbar studied a lot during season 3)
So, again, not to disrespect modeling or anything, it's a job and it's hard, I feel like they reduced Ámbar to just a pretty face and they make her look vain abandoning everything she knew and loved to model in Paris.
In my AUs when I make her go to Paris, it's often more like to work at a fashion brand, like, as a publicist or something, to work on marketing, stuff like that.
Anyway, she could totally be a supermodel and in that universe I hope she's happy knowing she's away from all this crap.
Hi there, I just saw the end of season 4, and since it was clear that Ámbar and Simón would be broken up, I'm glad how it ended. It's not just us who suffer from this ending, but also Lutteo shippers :) seriously, a few weeks ago I posted about how they destroyed Simbar without having to, just because of the stupid love triangle, and some girl replied to me by saying that it's too bad for me, but nobody cares bc she's happy, because it's clear that her Lutteo will still be alive at the end. And because of these people who mocked us about the Simbar ending, I'm glad they destroyed Lutteo too, that way we'll all suffer together and at least everyone will agree that there's no season 4. Btw your fanfics are the only thing keeping me sane, love ya <3
MUAHAHAHAHA! *evil laugh*
Omg I know, they mocked us so much, but we knew, WE KNEW, WE TOLD THEM, we knewwwww they would pull this shit, and they didn't want to believe us!! (Which, understandable, I also would've refused to believe until the last second if I were them)
Seriously, now NO ONE is happy with this alleged "gift to the fans". Everyone are so stupid!! Dkdksks. I just can't understand how any of them thought this was a good idea 🤣🤣🤣🤣 I have to believe they just did it for the money, bc if they *genuinely* thought this would make anyone happy, they are brain dead. Like, we're talking unexplored low levels of IQ. Like, I would worry about how they go through their day-to-day lives without assistance. Can they be trusted to boil anything without them taking out the boiled thing straight out of the water with their bare hands? Are they apt to survive in society? Somebody check on them, this might be a cry for help.
Thank you for reading my fics ❤️ I've been struggling with keeping up my motivation to write with this whole thing, but I know I have to do it for all of you who need it :') Hopefully, now that this came out, everyone will try to forget it and we'll be able to move on as a fandom as if nothing had happened
I'm sending you a link to a tiktok video where a reporter gave Michael a Simbar bracelet and asked him how things will be with the Simbar/what message he has for their fans. I don't know if my translation is correct, but he said something like, that Simbar will live forever in our hearts. So Simbar is dead. Which is not news to us anymore, it's pretty obvious. What annoys me is how he smiles during it. Maybe it's banal, but if I'm not mistaken, the new season is basically only thanks to him, and even though he knows how important the Simbar couple was to many people and that no one wants them to be broken up, he still smiles from ear to ear while talking about it. I have no one to talk to about it, so I'm writing it here, heh.. for some reason it really annoyed me.
Oh yeah, I saw the video. It annoyed me too. Cynical, heartless son of a bitch. He's so dead to me, I swear. They're all dead to me, but SPECIALLY him. How dare he.
Donate to keep a poor fangirl from living under a bridge! <3
Honestly, I don't feel like I deserve anything, but my family and friends have been insisting I do this for years, so I decided to do it just to get them off my back 😂
Having said that, if any of you want to send me a dollar as a birthday present, I'll be very happy! ✨
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