Ello again! It is very late right now, but I wanted to give you all an update, so here it is!
Dedication: @BriannaThornton6, @abucola, @narrylaughs, @SmilingNiallxxx, & @taryneckert
Answer: Peter Pan, & Where do broken hearts go, Act My age, and Change your ticket are my favorite at the moment.
Enjoy!
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~Niall~
Harry looked so in awe, it was an incredible sight to see. His eyes were wide and glossy, filled to the brim with excitement, mouth in a small awed smile. He was adorable, a total cutie. I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to just flat out kiss him or coo at him- the first option was slightly more appealing but also had larger risks like rejection- and I was torn between the two options.
“What is ‘The Underground’ exactly?” Harry questioned curiously, still gazing around curiously, trying to take everything he was seeing in. Herc- Hercules- and I laughed at the innocent question, but I had to remind myself that this was his first time experiencing all of this. As far as he knew, none of these ‘creatures’ existed- they were all stories told to frighten children, pieces of folklore- and really he didn’t even realize it to its full extent. I could see it in his eyes. He was intrigued with the setting, the hustle and bustle, the hidden market- not the new types of people, not the new species, not the intricate and unique things to be bought or bartered for- just the idea of a hidden market that only the special knew about.
“It’s a market like any other, except it’s’ not. You see, this market is for the unique- ‘mythical creatures’ and things you think don’t really exist; they do- and they all come here to trade and buy goods. Or just to gather, or trade information. It’s the marketplace for the mythical and the hunted.” I explained, trying my best to actually make sense. I have never actually had to explain what this place was; it’s kind of something I had always known about. I had never brought anyone here that didn’t already know about the Underground. It wasn’t really common to have normal humans- non-riders or non-mythical creatures- in the Underground.
He nodded like he got it, now curiously glancing around again. Now taking in everything. He watched the people, the trolls milling around right in front of us, and the group of fairies giggling in the corner. He glanced over to the witches’ booths, selling different herbs for potions, star hearts, and different interesting trinkets. He was getting overwhelmed, that I could tell. His eyes were moving everywhere, and he was no longer taking anything in just sporadically looking around.
I quickly stepped in front of him, holding his head in my hands and stared into his clouded green eyes. His hands were shaking slightly, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I kissed him.
He was shocked, that I could tell because he froze up. My eyes were still open, but the feeling of his lips on mine just made me melt. But soon his eyes fluttered shut and I allowed mine to do the same.
I reveled in the feeling of his lips on mine, a feeling that made me feel like I was flying. I was in total euphoria. His lips were warm, and plump. And then they hesitantly moved with mine and my self control flew out of the window. His hands came up to cup my neck, and mine travelled from his face to his hips. I clutched them tightly, pulling him flush against my body.
Oddly enough, the kiss was pretty innocent- just the slight movement of my lips against his- our hands stayed put, and there was no tongue involved. When I felt his whole body fully relax against mine, I pulled away- very reluctantly and I had to praise myself for the amount of self control I still had, although it was very, very, limited- and I rested my head in the crook of his neck. My hand was resting on his chest, felling the constant thump, thump, thump, thump, thump of his heart against my fingertips. He heaved out a breath, although it didn’t sound like he hated the kiss. He wasn’t hitting me, so I supposed that was a good sign.
“What- what was that for?” he asked breathlessly, and then quickly added “Not-not that I-I’m complaining because I’m I mean I loved it, um- yeah.” He mumbled, cheeks tinting pink and I was reminded of how awkward Harry truly was. I chuckled lightly at the adorable boy, kissing the skin in the juncture of where his neck and shoulder met.
“I had to calm you down, and that was the only way I could think of.” I answered seriously, and he nodded in understanding. “I hope that was okay. I mean, I wasn’t sure where we stood but- like- I mean I couldn’t have you passing out on me.” I continued, and it was his turn to laugh at me. I pouted against the heated skin, and he kissed the top of my head.
“I quite enjoyed it, so thank you. And if- if you want to define us, then I’m all for being officially yours.” He answered, getting nervous again, his arm wrapping around my shoulder the other coming up to tangle his fingers with mine. I smiled lightly and nodded.
“Sounds like a plan. Now, let’s go show you around yeah?” I responded, giving his cheek a quick peck before grabbing his hand and lacing our fingers together.
They fit together perfectly.
I smiled gently at him, tugging him gently to follow me. And Harry being- well- Harry, tripped over his own feet and came tumbling against me. Thank goodness that I had pretty quick reflexes, because the next thing I knew I was catching him and saving his head from some bad bruising. I smirked at his embarrassed face, cheeks again tinted pink.
“Looks like you fell for me Curly.” I muttered cheekily and he blushed harder, but scowled playfully at me. He crinkled his nose, squinted his eyes and stuck out his tongue like he had just eaten something disgusting or sour.
“That was horribly cheesy, now if you would be so kind as to help me stand straight.” He answered, speaking in a faux posh voice and I laughed, but obliged- although I did quite enjoy him in my arms- before grabbing his hand again and led him into the steady stream of merchants and customers.
He glanced at everything curiously, much like a child first experiencing everything but I couldn’t blame him. He was experiencing everything.
We stopped at the first table we could find- it was a fairy’s table- and Harry almost squealed. I could tell by the small squeak he let out when he saw it. The table was actually black- despite popular belief, fairies weren’t constantly colorful and bright, they went for more muted colors most of the time- but it had many little trinkets littering the surface. The table did glimmer in the light, the dust from their wings fluttering onto the table- it was something fairies hated, the colorful sparkles that fluttered off of them constantly, it must’ve been a bugger to clean up- and it allowed the objects to hover, if only slightly. There were small jars of different colored dusts, one pitch black one stood out from the rest. Hanging from the top of the stall were differently colored flowers, and I knew each had a certain purpose.
The fairies spoke with one another, not really paying us any mind and continued with their light chatter. Their voices didn’t sound like little bells going off- considering fairies despised bells- rather it sounded like the wind. I light whisper of a noise, they had to shout just to be heard clear enough by anything bigger than a cat.
Once we had finished at that stall, we moved on to the next. I knew I had things to get and people to see but I wanted Harry to enjoy his first experience. I wanted him to get to explore for just a bit, get used to the whole place. Besides, we were here for a bit, so a little exploring wouldn’t kill us.
The next one was manned by dwarves- very bright and happy creatures, lest you get them angry than they would rip your head off- and it was interesting. Dwarves were usually quite happy and upbeat, always whistling a tune or humming a song and they always had shiny beautiful things. On their table sat many things, including a small thing we called ‘Croakers’ which excited me. Diamonds and jewels sat in marble bowls, but what had really drawn all my attention were the Croakers that sat in the corner. One of the dwarves must’ve seen me eyeing them because he picked one up with his large hairy hand and handed it to me.
“Brand new, that one. First of its kind.” He answered brightly, urging me to take a listen. Who was I to deny him that? I lightly stroked the top of its head, causing it to open its mouth and out flowed a beautiful tune. Petting it again, it shut its mouth and I smiled.
“New band that one, something named ‘One Pretention’ or something along those lines. Pretty decent. 2 pounds.” He said, trying to convince me to buy it. He had me caught- these were a weakness of mine- and I nodded handing him two pounds from my bag and pocketed the Croaker. The Croaker, looked like a small little frog sitting down, and when you pet its head it opened its mouth and played a song. It was a magnificent creature, one I cherished. I had a little over 20 or so of them, and I have yet to get tired of one.
Harry looked at everything with a keen interest, one of a curious child- thankfully he didn’t touch anything, we couldn’t break anything unless we wanted to buy it.
I smiled and thanked the dwarf before Harry dragged me to the next booth, not at all interested it the Croaker (he was distracted and probably didn’t know of its existence) and more interested in the next stall.
This one, was run by a group of witches- ones I knew very well- and they were the loveliest people you will ever meet. They were sweet and kind and beautiful. I had to admit I was slightly nervous about this booth, they liked beautiful things because they were stunning themselves and I was sure they would take a liking to Harry.
Harry paid no mind to the trio manning the stall, and examined each item with an extreme intensity. I smiled down at the boy, already well aware of what they had to offer, unfortunately I didn’t need anything from them this time.
“Niall! Where ‘ave you been boy! We haven’t seen you in ages!” Meridius- a short raven haired witch, with a small figure and a motherly voice- spoke, throwing her hands up for a hug. I obliged, hugging her tightly while mumbling apologies. With all the commotion, Octavia- a taller blonde woman with tanned skin and a curvy figure- and Ariella- a red headed petite woman with a wide smile and pale complexion- both came out to greet me as well. Harry really didn’t spare them a glance, and continued on with his meticulous gaze on each of the unique items in their stall. They each scolded me for taking so long to visit, and I apologized to each of them for the lengthy time apart. They were like extended family, the grandmothers that pinched your cheek and always spoke a little too loudly, except they didn’t look nearly as old as they were and they were beautiful.
“Harry love, do you see anything you want?” I questioned when I saw him eyeing something at the table, completely forgetting about the trio in front of me asking me about me finding a boy yet. They did, unfortunately notice Harry as well and I internally cringed when they cooed excitedly.
“Who is this handsome lad?”
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It’s late and I’m tired, but here is your update!
You’ve met some of the Underground’s residents, what else will they meet?
How about Narry being official?
Witches: are they good or bad?
What will happen next?
How will their night in Navette end?
What about the king?
How is Harry going to react to all this information? (finding out everything he thought was just a story is real?)
What about that Narry kiss?
Where is Louis?
Enough questions?
I did follow the four of you who commented that you wanted a follow, so I hope that made you a little happier?
Dedication to the commenter that can guess:
My favorite Disney prince?
OR
My favorite newer Disney movie (made after 2010)
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Xx Val