Summary: The reader along with her friends put on a fundraiser, however someone needs to step in at the kissing booth.
Valentines Day Masterlist
“What’re we going to do?” Betty sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Letting out a defeated sigh, you shrugged as you leaned back in the booth.
“I wish I could help, B.” Veronica chimed in, her features etched with despair.
“Wait.” You spoke while sitting up in the booth. “What if...What if you put on a fair?”
“A fair?” Veronica questioned furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
“That’s actually a really good idea.” Betty spoke, hope glimmering in her eyes.
“We could have games, and rides, and have small bakeries and restaurants around town show case their food.” You stated, taking a sip of the milkshake you ordered.
“That sounds like it would be really fun!” Veronica spoke sitting straighter, offering you a slight smile.
“We could even have a kissing booth!”
---
“So you were the genius that came up with the Riverdale fair, huh?” Jughead teased, taking the seat beside you.
The loud music blasting from the stereo at the Wyrm, almost caused you not to hear your friend.
“I guess I am.” You teased back, nudging his shoulder with yours. “Are you going to be a kisser?”
Jughead choked on his drink, before turning to you with widened eyes. “A what?”
You chuckled. “A kisser. You know, someone that kisses people at the kissing booth.” You rolled your eyes.
“Well, well, well.” Toni and Fangs spoke joining you and Jug. “If it isn’t the kissing booth inventor.”
You giggled, shaking your head slightly at your friends. “Quiet, all of you.”
“Maybe, it was her subtle way of trying to make the next move with a certain someone.” Toni spoke her voice taunting.
“No-”
“Hey guys.” Sweet Pea greeted the group. “Oh, hey, Y/N.”
Heat began racing along your cheeks, as it rose behind your neck. “Oh, hey, sweets.” You turned to face him, giving him a slight smile.
Turning back around to face the rest of the group, you attempted to hide your embarrassment. Letting out a sigh, you couldn’t bring yourself to focus on what Jughead was saying.
Sweet Pea took you both by surprise when he moved to press his chest to your back, while wrapping his arms around your shoulders, pulling you close. He earned a gasp from you.
Frowning, he began to unwrapped himself from you. With some liquid courage, you gripped his forearms preventing him from letting go.
“Hey Sweets?” You questioned softly, turning to look at him.
“Yes, love?”
“Are you going to come to the fair?”
Your question took him by surprise, causing an awkward silence to fall between you.
“I mean-”
“Do you want me to?” His voice was full of hesitation.
“I do.” You spoke promptly, nodding.
“Then I’ll be there.” He grinned, placing a kiss to the top of your head.
Grinning, you nuzzled back into him as best as you could.
---
“Wow, look at this turn out.” You spoke, gazing at the plethora of Riverdale residents wandering around the festival.
“Thanks for your help, Y/N.” Betty replied, pulling you in for a hug. “I couldn’t have done this without you.”
“Aw-”
“Betty, we have a problem.” Kevin rushed out. “One of the kissers for the kissing booth, is sick.”
“We don’t have any back ups?” Betty furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
“No.”
As you were gazing at the residents, you realized how quiet your two best friends were in this moment.
“Y/N.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No way.”
“We don’t have anyone else!”
“But-”
“Please!” Both Kevin and Betty drew out their ‘Pleases.’
Letting out a sigh, you returned your gaze back to your fellow Riverdale residents. “Fine.”
---
“Step right up and receive a smooch!” Kevin spoke attempting to bait some of the passer byers.
Your could help but drum your fingers slightly against the table, as you stood anxiously. You stood at the kissing booth with a blindfold over your eyes.
Letting out a sigh, you could hear the sound of someone walking up the steps of the booth.
The smell of cologne filled your nose, signaling the stranger had chosen to stop at your station.
“I...I’ve never done this.” You chuckled dryly. “Sorry.” You shook your head.
The stranger didn’t respond. You reached forward in attempt to sooth your anxieties. Your fingers danced along the leather of the strangers jacket.
A serpent? You thought.
“Lets get this over with.” You rushed out. Placing your hands on their shoulders, you gently pulled them forward. Your noses brushing against each other, your lips colliding.
The strangers lips were much softer than you were expecting, while the flavor of mint entranced your mouth. Fireworks erupted in your stomach as you pulled the stranger in for a passionate kiss. Biting their bottom lip gently, you pulled away panting.
Bringing your hands to your face, you lifted your eye mask. A gasp falling from your lips as you locked eyes with a familiar pair of chocolate brown ones.
“Sweet Pea?” You whispered in disbelief.
Shock was etched along your features, as you began processing what happened.
Before either of you could speak, the sound of whoops and hollars erupted from beside you. Turning your heads toward the sounds you both gazed at the group in confusion. Leading the group was Toni and Fangs, sending you and Sweet Pea a knowing look.
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Summary: Y/N Granger has been friends with the Golden Trio for as long as she could remember, but her loyalty is tested when the group is on the run.
Christmas Masterlist
Walking through the Hogwarts courtyard, you were engrossed in one of your class textbooks. Your attention being on the book, you weren’t watching where you were going. It wasn’t long before you walked into someone.
“Hey! Watch it!” Draco exclaimed, his voice filled with annoyance. Turning to face you, his expression concerted into something unreadable. “Filthy Mudblood.” He spat.
“Leave her alone, Malfoy.” Harry’s voice sang through your ears, as he joined your side.
Rolling his eyes, Draco didn’t bother to respond before he stormed off with his minions in tow.
“T-Thanks, Harry.” You nodded not bothering to take your gaze off the ground.
“Of course,” He beamed throwing an arm around your shoulder. “What’re friends for?”
Throughout your years at Hogwarts, you had similar encounters. Whenever you seemed to be in trouble Harry always appeared at your side. You were always quick to brush it off as him being protective over Hermione’s little sister. It didn’t take long for the rest of the group to welcome you with open arms. Ron was always protective of you as well, but it was never to the extent that Harry was.
“Y/N!” A familiar voice echoed through the hall.
Whirling around you collided with a firm chest knocking you off balance. A pair of strong hands were quick to wrap about your elbows attempting to keep you steady.
Giggling you couldn’t help the smile that made its way along your lips. “Hi, Harry.”
Clearing his throat, Harry suddenly looked visibly uncomfortable. “Hi, Y-Y/N.”
An awkward silence enveloped you both.
“I...I, uh.” Harry scratched the back of his neck as he was contemplating his next set of words very carefully.
“Yes?” You questioned, gazing upwards at him with a hint of hope in your eye.
“I...I was wondering if you would want to be my date to Bill and Fleur’s wedding?” He rushed out, his voice wavering slightly.
A toothy grin made it’s way to your lips. “Oh, Harry!” You exclaimed as fireworks erupted in your stomach. Quickly, you threw your arms around Harry’s shoulders as you pulled him in for a tight hug.
Harry tensed at your reaction, before he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The sound of his chuckles rang through your ears.
“I’ll take that as a yes then.”
---
On the day of Bill and Fleur’s wedding, there was tension in the air. There were rumors of He Who Must Not Be Named, attempting to rise in power once again. Arthur heard at work that the Dark Lord was planning to overthrow the ministry, but nobody knew when.
Since you were staying at the Burrow until the wedding, you couldn’t shake the thoughts of darkness looming around every corner, while the Dark Lord could strike at any moment.
Being friends with Harry, you knew he would go up against the Dark Lord. But the question that plagued your mind was if you were ready to face He Who Must Not Be Named.
Ron would go, which meant of course your sister would go. She and Ron had been inseparable as of lately. Sighing, you knew you would go to protect your friends.
Your mind was beginning to become clear as you sat by the fireplace. However, you didn’t hear Harry join you until he nudged your shoulder gently.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” He questioned offering you a warm smile.
“Oh, um.” You sighed. “Just thinking about how everything’s about to change.” You shrugged.
Harry turned his attention to you, as he nodded in acknowledgment. “It’ll be for the better.”
Nodding you locked gazes with him as the crackling sound of the fireplace was the only thing heard. The thought of kissing Harry quickly overwhelmed your mind.
“Hey, Guys.” Ron greeted as he quietly made his way down the spiral stairs.
Taking a breath, you averted your gaze to your shirt as you smoothed down nonexistent wrinkles.
Ron quickly bounded over to where you and Harry sat before he took his place in between you.
“What’d I miss?” He questioned beaming at you.
---
It was finally the day of the wedding. Everyone was scurrying around the house and outside in an attempt to get the last minute things ready. All the bridesmaids spent the day getting ready. Fleur’s bridesmaids mostly consisted of you, Ginny, Hermione, and her little sister, Gabrielle.
The ceremony went by rapidly, it felt like a blur. When it came time for the reception, you were able to slip away unnoticed.
Taking your heels off, you walked barefoot through the grass as the brisk night air danced along your skin. Goosebumps began forming up and down your arms. A content sigh left your lips, as you gazed at the stars.
“Beautiful isn’t it?” Harry spoke as he walked up beside you.
You hummed in response, turning to face him.
“Harry...You look..”
“I know-” He became flustered, as he dropped his gaze to the ground.
“Handsome.” You muttered as you took in his appearance.
“O-Oh, thank you.” Harry spoke, “You look beautiful.”
A blush crept its way along your cheeks. Before you could protest, Harry had shrugged off his suit jacket, wrapping it around your shoulders. Quickly he reached down taking your heels from you.
The smell of Harry overwhelmed your senses. Tugging the jacket around you tighter, fireworks erupted in your stomach.
“We should get back before they notice we’re gone.”
Frowning, you nodded your head. Just as you and Harry re-entered the tent, Kingsley Shacklebolt’s Patronus announced the ministry had fallen, while Death Eaters were on their way.
Harry's firm hand was quick to grab yours, as wedding guests began to panic and Death Eaters began showing up. Harry pulled you behind him as he began searching for the rest of the group.
“Harry!” Hermione called rushing toward’s you, as Ron was fast behind her. Before you knew it, you were staring at the familiar Tottenham Court Road.
Your sister's voice echoed through your ears. “We have to find somewhere to change.”
---
Light snow began covering the ground as you and Harry ventured to Godrick’s Hollow.
It had been months since you were first on the run. Every day, everyone gathered around the radio listening to the names of the fallen in hopes you didn’t hear a familiar name.
Walking through Godrick’s Hollow, your arm was linked through Harry’s. The small gesture sent comfort through your body. The streets were dimly lit, which allowed you both to venture around without really being seen.
As you walked through the cemetery, you cleaned off the headstone, only to see the very symbol you had been questioning. The hair on the back of your neck stood at attention. Fear began washing over you.
“Harry?” You gently called. Gazing around, your eyes landed on the man.
Confusion danced along your face before you gazed in front of you.
James & Lily Potter.
Kneeling, you pulled your wand out, making a small wreath on their grave. Standing up, you linked your arm back through Harry’s as you rested your head on his shoulder.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Merry Christmas, Harry.”
---
As you were running through the forest, you could feel your breaths becoming more and more shallow. Death Eaters were chasing you while yelling spells.
It had been a few months since your group had gone on the run. Hunting Horcruxes began taking its toll on everyone. Exhaustion was being to feel like an understatement. Anywhere you went, everyone was on edge ready for the next attack. Not even the tent felt safe anymore.
In no time, each of you was captured by the Death Eaters. It wasn’t surprising that they had taken you to Malfoy Manner.
“Take the rest of them,” Bellatrix spoke moving to stand before you. “I need to have a little chat with this one, girl on girl.” She taunted, as her eyes had a hint of mischief in them.
Gulping, your stomach began feeling queasy at the thought of being alone with Bellatrix.
Pushing you down, your back was met with the feeling of chilly wood. Before you knew it, she was straddling you as she screamed in your face.
Pinning your arm down, she began carving the word Mudblood into your skin. Tears began racing down your face as you felt your strength weakening by the second. Screams fell past your lips.
“Let her go!” Harry’s voice yelled.
“Well, well, well,” Bellatrix taunted as she got up. “If it isn’t lover boy, here to rescue the damsel in distress.”
---
After the fight at Malfoy manner, Ron and Hermione apparited to Shell Cottage, while Harry apparited to Saint Mungo’s hospital. The whole way, you had insisted you were fine and that you didn’t need medical attention.
Harry didn’t listen to your pleas as he raced to the emergency entrance of the hospital insisting you be healed right away.
Sitting on the hospital bed, you gazed at the ceiling counting tiles. The healer had come in and healed your scar rather quickly, however you were just waiting for the doctor to let you leave.
“Hey,” Harry spoke softly, as he took a seat beside your bed.
You hummed in response.
“I...I’m sorry.” He huffed. “I...I couldn’t stand to see you hurt. I couldn’t stop it..” His voice trailed off as he dropped his gaze to the floor.
“It’s not your fault, Harry.” You whispered, reaching over and placing a hand on his cheek.
Closing his eyes, he leaned into your touch. “I should’ve been there to stop it.”
Gazing at him, you felt the fireworks return.
“I...I.” Harry let out a frustrated sigh. Opening his eyes, he stood up before taking your face between his hands. He never broke his gaze from you. Leaning down his nose brushed against yours as his breath danced along your lips. Placing a chaste kiss to your lips, he rested his forehead against yours.
Summary: Kylo is a bit of a Scrooge during Christmas time.
Christmas Masterlist
Sighing, you were up to your eyeballs in paperwork. It wasn't unusual for this time of year, especially since there were always rumors going around that Kylo wasn't a fan of Christmas. Glancing at the clock it was already in the early morning hours. Groaning, you laid the upper half of your body on the table.
"What are you still doing here?" A husky voice questioned from behind you.
Gasping, you quickly sat up allowing yourself to lock eyes with Kylo.
"I...uh...I was just finishing the paperwork you gave me, sir." You spoke as heat danced along your cheeks, as you dropped your gaze to the table scattered with paper in front of you.
"Oh," He stated simply.
Without another word, you quickly searched for your pen before gathering parts of your work. It was unknown how much time had passed since the interaction between you.
"You know you could've waited until this morning to finish up your paperwork." He spoke nonchalantly, taking a seat directly across from you.
Raising an eyebrow you gazed upwards at him. "So you could pile more work on me? No thanks." The realization dawned on you of what you said.
"I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"
Kylo let out a sigh, before rubbing along his face. "No, you're right."
"Oh?"
"I hate this time of year." He muttered, crossing his arms along his chest.
Nodding your head, you decided you didn't want to press your luck any further than you already had.
"I take it, you're one of those people who like this time." He spat bitterly.
Flinching at his words, you nodded your head.
Kylo huffed in response.
"Why do you hate Christmas so much?" You asked, folding your arms atop one another allowing you to rest against the table comfortably.
Keeping eye contact, he raised a questioning eyebrow at you.
You shrugged. "You already divulged that you hate Christmas," You let out a sigh. "You might as well tell me why." You tilted your head slightly.
"I was never close with my family."
You nodded your head, before pushing off the table. "I'm sorry to hear that." Sorrow in your voice.
"Supreme Leader." Hux greeted as soon as he walked onto the bridge. Surprise was evident in his voice as he glanced between you and Kylo.
Clearing your throat, you scurried out of the bridge. Once you made it to the elevators, you closed your eyes before leaning fully against the metal wall. Your head hitting the metal with a soft 'thud'. Exiting the elevator you ran into a body.
"Hey!"
"Watch it!"
"Y/N?"
Looking up, you chuckled. "What're you guys doing?"
"We're going to breakfast...Like normal people." One of your friends chuckled. "You look exhausted."
You rolled your eyes. "Gee, thanks, you really know what to say to a girl to make her feel special."
"Sorry, I didn't mean it like that."
Offering your friend a warm smile, you shook your head. "It's alright...I...I need to get changed."
Rushing towards your quarters, you were quick to change into a fresh uniform. Leaving your room, you made it somewhat down the corridor before you walked into someone. Your hands gripping their biceps, steadying you, while theirs gently gripped your waist.
"Kylo? I...I mean Supreme Leader."
"I..." His voice trailed off as he gazed down at you.
"Sorry." You muttered, continuing to stare at him.
"It's alright." He offered you a smile.
"I....We..."
"Cat got your tongue, Y/N?" He teased chuckling as he tilted his head.
Your jaw fell slack as you gawked upwards at him. Since working for the First Order, you had never heard Kylo make a joke.
Clearing your throat, you shook your head slightly. Taking a step back you put some space between you.
"Is there something I can help you with, Supreme Leader?"
Kylo frowned at your words. "I-"
"There you are!" Your friend rushed toward you. "I've been looking everywhere for you!"
Following your gaze, they were surprised to see the Supreme Leader standing before you much less without his helmet.
"S..Supreme Leader." They stuttered, acknowledging him. Turning back towards you, they smirked. "I'll see you later, Y/N."
"Wait!" You called turning with their movement attempting to grasp their hand preventing them from leaving. Chuckling they moved so you weren't able to do so.
Heat danced along your cheeks, as you turned to face Kylo.
"D...Do you want to join my friends and me tonight?" You rushed out, dropping your gaze to your feet as you felt your hands beginning to perspire.
"What?" Kylo asked taken off guard by your question.
You frowned not daring to meet his gaze, as thoughts of your friendship being ruined clouded your mind. Kylo was one of your closest friends, but there was always underlying flirting going on.
Opening your mouth to respond, Kylo cut you off. "Are you sure?" His voice filled with uncertainty, something you hadn't heard in the time you've known him.
"Why wouldn't I be?" You questioned your voice breaking slightly at the thought of him being alone on Christmas Eve.
---
Your friends were throwing an intimate Christmas party. Not many people were at the party, allowing you to hide away in the corner. Glancing around the room, you didn't see the one person you were looking forward to seeing.
Sighing, you took a sip of your drink before turning to gaze out of the glass window.
"Why are you hiding in a corner?" Kylo's voice sang through your ears.
Smiling, you felt the fireworks erupt in your stomach. Turning to face him, you couldn't help yourself from checking him out.
"Parties aren't my thing." You shrugged taking in his appearance. He had chosen to wear a tux with a long tie, it complimented your little black dress nicely.
Raising his eyebrow, he gazed at you. "Why did you have me come then?"
A smirk made its way to your lips. "Because then we could hide in a corner together."
"Look up!" Someone shouted from behind Kylo.
With widened eyes, you both gazed at each other worriedly. Mistletoe.
Bringing his gaze back to yours he was unreadable. Nodding your head, you quickly closed the space between you, as Kylo's hands landed on your hips. Your hands latching in his hair before your lips collided against one another. The kiss was over much sooner than you'd like. Your breaths mingled as you gazed at each other.
Clearing your throat, you took a step back. The bottom of your dress suddenly caught your attention as you began smoothing it over.
Kylo's hand gripped your jaw gently as he angled your head upward. "I have feelings for you, Y/N."
