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Take Me With You- Wishing Well

This is a male disney princesses x oc fanfic. Crossposted on Wattpad/Quotev/AO3

Warning: Please be advised as this fic will later on contain mature themes, such as violence and sexual mature themes later on. This is crossposted on AO3 under BurningLaurelLeaves130.

Chapter 1: Wishing Well -Snow White

She fell.

It felt endless. The world had turned dark, with the faint glimmer of a rainbow's lights peeking through.The pull of her skin as the suction of the tunnel takes her farther into its world- Victoria was afraid if the fall doesn't kill her the cutting of the wind just might.

As it felt like this fall will never end- there! A prick of light at the end of this endless abyss, it came closer and closer and soon she passed the edges of the tunnel and fell briefly into a ring of light. It wasn't daylight but the full dawn in its falsehood. In the small space of freedom she appeared in, she caught the glimpse of a courtyard of an old fashioned castle, dusty with crooked trees littered with vines.

And then Victoria had plunged into the well.

She screamed as she submerged into the water, a large splash spooking the owls in their perches . Instincts kicked in and she kicked up to the surface of the well. Coughing out the water she swallowed, Victoria breathed in sharply, shivering as the water was cold. Victoria clings to the sharp edges of the stones that jutted out, trying to relax her nerves.

“Fucking shit, where am I?” Victoria gasps, she pushes her hair thick back, trying to get her nerves together.

The game.

She's in the fucking game.

Amos didn’t beta check the game.

"No, no no no," Victoria groans. Looking up for a way out, she only sees a pulley with a bucket that’s far out of her reach. Patting herself, she feels her bag drag in the water. Good. She still had her purse with her, but its strap wasn't long enough to throw, and she knows she didn't pack an emergency rope. She grimaces seeing how high the bar was.

It was still dark out, with only the tint of blue light edging towards dawn. She's not even sure if anyone was awake- or if anyone even lived here. Regardless, Victoria is not waiting for someone to get her.

Victoria reaches out testing the stones, finding something to grip as she tries to find her footing and starts to climb. Victoria had barely made it a couple of inches, before her feet slipped scratching her knees as she slipped back into the water. Spitting out water, she tries again, and again…

There was no point climbing, the rocks were too slippery. Her bag for all its multi-space, she had nothing that could help her come out of the well, a sword wouldn’t be helpful either if the walls were too small. Ruffling through her bag hoping to find her emergency kit—only to realize she gave it to Amara. Pushing down the rising panic she hugs her purse close, Victoria hums to herself, thinking and thinking. Tapping her fingers against stone, her blue nail polish chips.

Victoria leans against the slippery stones.

”I’m so screwed.”

“Nopel!” the head house maid called into the kitchen. The old stout woman, who’s hair is gray as weathered rocks on the river's edge, bustles down the stairs, her dull green dress rustling as she does. Her wrinkled face twists, seeing not the young man she’s searching for, but the other servants who hurried past her. ‘Where could the boy be’, she wonders, her tongue clicking,' ts ts,he must be out by now before the king awakens.’

The head house maid, known as Hilda, one of the oldest veterans of the castle staff when Queen Ingrid once sat in her throne as a princess, before she wedded her first husband, and later King Grimhilde. Hilda, who had been just a lowly maid at the time, with a child at home with her mother as her husband was long gone, was put in charge to care for the young prince of the castle, till she was no longer needed as a nanny but as his retainer—-as long as King Grimehilde see’s fit.

“Nopel!” Hilda calls down the halls, with no answer. Maybe he was outside in stables? He always seemed to be fond of animals, as they were of him. The stable boys who passed by, their breakfast in hand, told her Nopel had already fed the horses on his own. As per orders. Hilda stress lines grew.

The prince, so sweet and gentle like his father. Hair dark like a raven’s feathers, glossy and smooth, skin pale as the freshly fallen snow…

“Nopel where could you have run off too?" Hilda rubs her temple. There was no sign of the missing young man, he must be somewhere in the castle’s many towers.

“Miss Hilda!” cries a young maid from behind, waving to her frantic," Miss Hilda! The Huntsmen have returned! The butchers are arguing with them about the game they brought back, ohhhh Miss Hilda what do we do! They're making such a fuss with Sir Johann, his majesty would hear of it!"

Another headache.

Hilda breathes in sharply, feeling her stress rise. Nopel. She could find him later. For now, she'll entrust that he could stay away from his majesty for today was an important day. Turning to the maid, Hilda marches back towards the kitchen, the maid scurrying after her.

“If you see Nopel, send him to me in the kitchen, I must speak to him!” Hilda ordered, bustling down the hall.

“Yes, head maid!”

“Guide,” Victoria commanded.

Nothing.

“Settings! Inventory!” she called out again, with nothing to pop out for her. Victoria groans, slapping the water. After another failed attempt to climb out, she ran into several problems. Where the stones were jagged below, became smooth as it rose– so no hand holds. And while she is tall, enough to put her back and feet against to shuffle atop, the well became narrow where only her shoulders had enough space to elbow in; she'd be wedged stuck. Now, Victoria’s been calling out every control menu option that V.R.D games usually had. When nothing appeared, she tried for manual settings, with only her voice echoing back at her as a result. She’s been stuck here for what felt like hours now, with only the sun’s light seeping into the well to tell time. “Oi dios mio, anyone up there!” she yells up to open space.

So far she couldn’t hear anything from the castle, but little sounds of life from far off gave her some hope. Horses, there are horses, and if their owners were anything like her uncle’s back in Puebla, then there are people who love them, meaning someone should be around at the least to water them! So far no luck. Her only company were the doves who perched on the wooden bar. They like to sing, which she did find comforting, at first but now Victoria wishes she could fly out of this well.

From the merry group of doves, a small bird came down to the well at the sound of all the yelling. The owls said a human had been trapped in the well. Surely one wasn’t silly enough to tumble in! Peeking down, the bird squeaks in surprise to see a drowned looking woman in the well. The small little brown bird dances on the edge of the ring, looking down at her, trying to get her attention. She sings, as sweetly as the ripe red berries, as no human would ignore her!

It chirps, dancing on its little feet, cocking its head at her. When Victoria didn’t see, the bird tried again.It flaps its wings at her chirping like it would talk, loud sharp ‘fweets!’ at her. Perking up, Victoria looks at the bird, who flaps its wings rapidly at her. Staring at it, Victoria's eyes widened at a sudden idea. Pressing her lips together in thought, crazy it sounds crazy but she’s done crazier things before.

Work life rarely ended on a normal note.

Cults usually were her starting point, then everything fell into place after. Talking to a bird for help? Not that crazy at all with everything she’s seen. Since this is a fairytale, it should work, she hopes.

She has to try!

“Jaja, hey pretty birdy–,” Victoria said, whistling at the bird,”--can you find anyone to get me out of here? I’ve been stuck here for a while, and this girl really needs to get warm, can you help me? I’ll bake you the sweetest bread for you, topped with delicious seeds!”

The bird chirps, bouncing on its little feet. With a loud, ‘tweet!” it flies away leaving Victoria bobbing in place,”All the seeds you want!” She calls out to it desperately, watching it fly off,” please let it come back..”

Nopel rushes past the other servants in the kitchen, gathering the rags and buckets he needed for cleaning the grand entrance. There were many things to do that needed to be done by supper’s time. He has already polished his stepfather’s crown, leaving no speck in sight, he changed the pots with fresh flowers that came to bloom early, and he fed the horses hay, leaving their water untouched for now as it was still full. He ducks past the entrance, with a soft ‘excuse me’ to the maids whose arms were full of trays of food with the butler sending them to their stations. Not missing a beat, the maids entered with hurried steps so as to not mess up the routine.

His stepfather must be eating by now.

Nopel waves to the butler who only spared him a stiff nod, as he passed by. Nopel brightens at that, it’s more than a glance like before. The young man sets off towards the courtyard, one of the many on his daily chores. This one hadn’t been cleaned as it was further away from the castle, closer to the forest as not many servants like to venture so close to. Nopel liked this spot in particular, as it was quiet and warm. Where he could sing to his heart's content with no judging looks. With the spring season, it’s ripe with flowers and his friends have returned to the garden. Ones that didn’t mind his clothes with tears and patches, and did not mind his presence.

The castle could be rather loney, as not many seem to speak to him, much less look at him for a moment. It's been this way since he could remember, long enough, even the newest of faces avoid him. When voices were cheerful, became quiet as he came near them. He had no friend , like him or a person, in this castle to call his own. His steps faltered at the reminder.

Passing the open balcony, a soft breeze caresses him as he walks towards the heavy wooden doors, a smile curling the tips of his mouth. “Oh, how nice the wind feels,” he says to himself, he steps out feeling the sun on his skin,”will my friends be here today I hope?”

A loud ‘tweet’ soon answered him. Sweeping down to the raven haired boy, the small pipit pulls at Nopel’s sleeve, batting its wings urgently. Surprised, Nopel pulled away for a second,” What’s wrong little one? Is something wrong?”

The bird lets out a distressed song, pulling at Nopel’s shirt hard enough, a few strands have snapped. “Wait! I’ll follow you, little bird! Show me what’s wrong, and I’ll do my best to help!” Nopel promises, he follows the little bird as it takes off towards the well, circling around it.

A flock of doves surrounded the edge of the well, coo’ing peering down into it. His heart lurched in concern, did a dove fall in? Hurrying, Nopel tossed his things aside and looked down into the well. “Oh no, little do–huch!” a gasp left Nopel.

It wasn’t a bird!

“Hey! Thrown down the rope!” shouted from below, a drowned woman who waves up at him frantically, the faint light that touched her he could see her tanned hand reach to him. The water splashing around her,”I’ve been trapped down here all day, get me out of here, please!”

“Just hold on, miss! I’ll get you out– hold on!” Nopel says, panicking. He looks over at the birds for some aid, nervous as to what to do, a soft "ach" left him. Of course the rope! His hands reached to untangle the ropes that held the bucket in place, he tossed it down to the woman with a warning,” careful! Grab on and I’ll pull you out!”

He couldn't see her clearly, but Nopel was sure he could help pull her out. Just for good measure he ties the looser parts at the base of the wooden poles. The rope tugged taut, as the woman tested its strength. “It’s alright, I can pull myself out!” she shouts up at him,”Wait for me and watch, alright? Okay, here I go!”

Nopel watches with trepidation as he hears the mysterious woman climb, half afraid the rope would snap and another part amazed that she was able to climb out so quickly. The doves scattered away as she approached, and soon Nopel was able to see her dark hair. Suddenly, her arms shot out towards the ledge grabbing onto it with a loud shriek, scaring Nopel. Scrambling over the wall, in a terrifying display of strength as she drags half of herself onto the ledge.

He was finally able to see her.

Wet, and soaked to the bone, a mass of dark thick hair covered her face, a strange bag at her side and a shockingly short blue dress that showed so much skin! Her entire legs were exposed as were her shoulders and cutting close to her chest.

Nopel felt his cheeks heat up at the sight.

“Hey, grab me!” She told him, she spat out a lock of her hair that strayed too close to her mouth,” Just grab me under the arms, okay, just hold onto me tight and help me out. I’ve been in that well way too long, dude, I can’t feel my legs at this point.”

'Dude?', his brows furrowed in thought. He wanted to ask what a ‘dude’ was, but that didn’t matter right now. Carefully, Nopel puts his entire being into focus, trying not to pay attention that he was pressing too close to the woman. The strangely dressed woman lets out a relieved sigh, wrapping her arms around Nopel's neck, murmuring a soft 'thank you' against his cheek. A soft warmth spreads in his chest at the touch.

He reaches around her waist, pulling her close to him, as he braces his feet against the stones and pulls. The woman tightened her arms around his neck, and soon with her own pushing, she was out of the well.

“Yes!” she cheered, till her foot caught the edge of the well and they both tumbled to the ground. Nopel felt the air leave his lungs, and two palms slap the sides of his head to stop the woman from completely crushing him.

"Oh fuck! Are you ok?" The woman above him asks. Nopel couldn't see her face as it was still blocked by all her hair,"I'm so sorry!"

"I-I think so?," he winces, the woman scrambles off of him before, turning to help him to sit up," aua, thank you."

"Don't thank me," the woman told him, she sat back down beside him, tucking her legs benether her, as a puddle of water formed around her," if anything I should thank you, sweetie."

Sweetie?

Before Nopel could say more, his voice dying at his lips when in a smooth motion, the woman arched her back, her chest becoming more prominent – she turned her head brushing her hair back as she did so, gathering her long hair and straining it of all the water. Nopel should've turned away, something felt so indecent to watch, but it roused a temptation to look. So he did.

She's tall. So much taller than him, Nopel realized with some reflection that even sitting beside her he didn't reach her eyes. Her skin was a warm brown tone, smooth and soft, he noticed a dark dot under her left eye. Her eyes, Nopal drew in a sharp breath at the sight of them. Those hooded eyes were the color of sweet honey, the golden warmth of a summer day that left your skin feeling loved and a promise that left you grasping. In contrast to that warmth, her hair was long, dark as the night, and currently fighting her attempts to tame it, drawing a scowl from her lips.

"Ahh, yeah that's really knotted," she sighs, deeming it as a lost cause. She looks at Nopel with a wide smile that makes him smile back, she raises two fingers to him in the shape of a 'V', and introduces herself."My name's Victoria and let me say I have never been so happy to see another face till now. I hope you don't mind me asking your name?"

'What a strange getsure'. Hesitant, Nopel raises his own two fingers, mimicking the sign back at her. From the way she lit up, he must have done it right.

"My name is Nopel, it's a pleasure to meet you, Victoria." Nopel said.

She cocked her head at him,"Nopal?"

"Nop-el," he corrected. She shot him a look, thinking it over before trying again.

"Nopel," she says, repeating it to herself, the little furrow of her brow,"Nopel." Nopel liked the way she said it.

Her clothes however, took Nopel by surprise. He'd never saw a woman wearing…so little. A thought struck him, as he looked over her concern for the woman. Was she robbed? It would explain how she came to be in the well! Her stockings were torn and she wore no shoes either. But what really took him by surprise was her dress. A shockingly short dress that rode up her thighs, clung to her like a second skin, a shimmery soft blue–like the sky was plucked to dress her, it showed off her curves and those long smooth– immediately Nopel shot his gaze away.

The tips of his ears felt hot. 'What are you doing! Don't stare too long!' Nopel scolded himself,'she must've been so cold! It's good luck that I came here today, if it wasn't for today's chores, no one would have passed by.'

What a scary thought.

"You must be cold from being in there so long," Nopel said to her," please let me take you inside, Mrs. Hilda would be able to get you dressed and warm."

She looks over to the castle doors and then to him. Her smile now replaced with a look Nopel had seen many times before from other fellow servants that came to meet him. Wariness. Though it was not directed at him, Nopal still felt ashamed.

"I don't mean to pressure you," Nopel spoke quietly," it's just that you're soaked to the bone and you're hurt. And Mrs. Hilda is very nice! I'm sure- no I know she can help you after what happened to you."

"What happened to me?"

Nopal gestures to her clothes. "You were robbed, yes?"

"Hm,...yes."

A beat of silence between them. The bird's quiet chatter was the only sound that existed. Victoria hums, tapping her fingers against her thighs as she thinks over his words. At the corner of her eyes she glances at the rickety windows watching them before looking over Nopel, dragging her gaze over the state of his clothes.

"I don't want you to get in trouble because of me," Victoria said at last, she leaned close to him, close enough that Nopel could see the faint sheen of gold caught in her hair ," but what about you?"

Nopel points to himself," Me?".

"You look cold," she said gently. Even when she was the one who was wet and dripping, she was worried about him being cold. Nopel becomes aware of the tattered state of his pants. "Would they really mind helping me, when you're cold as well?"

Nopel didn't know what to say to that. Seeing that, the strange woman shakes her head. Carefully, she touched Nopel's shoulder with a faint brush of her fingers. Warm.

"Hey, I'm sorry I shouldn't have been saying that when you're trying to help me," she apologized, "I'm grateful you came. I tried everything and even asked a bird for help."

At this, Nopel shot up onto his feet." Yes! Pipit was the one who brought me to you! I almost forgot!"

Now she looks surprised. "No way…Wait it worked? It actually worked!" She slaps her leg, laughing. Wobbly, she stands up looking around, her height becoming more apparent now as she stands next to him. "Holy! That's amazing! Where is that bird? I owe them bread!"

Nopel cupped his hands,"Pipit! Pipit!"

Shooting off from its perch from a nearby tree, a familiar bird comes diving towards the two humans. Flapping its wings, the bird lands on the outstretched hand Nopel offered to it. It sings its song of greeting. Victoria leaned down to look at her hope, a delightful smile curling her mouth.

"So you really did come in for me, birdy," a grateful look in her eyes, as she pets the pipits back, breathless laugh that it had actually worked," bread. I am going to make you soooo much bread with every seed I can get my hands on."

Pipit cheerfully chirps at this.

"Though it's going to take me a while to get bread, so how about some snacks?" she turns to Nopel, with a bright smile. It's a rather pretty smile that made him smile back at her." And of course for you too, mi heroe."

"Hero? Oh no, Pipit is the hero, all I did was throw down the rope." Nopel shook his hand at her. Heroes were brave, fearless, and much like the princes who went off to save people who needed them.He wasn't a hero, Nopel was…

Was….

The tall woman frowned at that. Inwardly, Nopal panicked, did he say the wrong thing again?

"Now how can I not be grateful? Saving someone from a well, you didn't just throw me a rope and left me alone. You stayed with me and helped pull me out." she looked at Nopel, fully looking at him with those eyes that made it hard to think.

Nopel felt his breath get caught in his throat. Pipit hops onto his shoulder to peck the star struck prince. Nope nothing.

"Something pretty hero-like," she leans back, smiling at him," I can't just let you say that's nothing. Now before you take me with you inside, let's sit down for a bit, the sun feels really nice right now and we can have something to snack on before they toss me into the dungeon." She pats her purse with a wet smack." Those robbers didn't take everything from me, jaja, thank God for that!"

He couldn't help but laugh at that "They won't throw you in there!"

Leading them to the stairs to sit, she lets out a cackle."So there are dungeons in there! I knew it! I wonder if there are dragons here too."

"You're really strange," he says, sitting next to her. She was strange, but not in a bad way. It's not every day you meet someone from a well. Or have bright colored eyes like hers and she was nice." We don't have dragons, they're far far away!"

"What about ogres? I heard they can be really moody about their land."

"Ah! I heard the huntsmen…"

They two chatted, as the woman shared her odd snacks from 'far far away'. Pipit snacked on some sweet raisins as the two humans shared stories. Odd, how quickly they became friends, Pipit however didn't mind as long as they kept giving her some of those sweet raisins.

Although….

Nopel burst into a fit of giggles, leaning in closer to the woman who in turn knocked their knees together.

Pipit felt like the third footed crow between these two.

While Nopel studied the flimsy pink sponch wrapper, asking how it was so glossy and bright— Victoria's brain went into overdrive. Everything here looks awfully familiar, very soft and whimsical very much like a watercolor painting– nothing like back home where everything was bright, vivid and sensual. The courtyard was covered in flowers and vines with trees that were lush with leaves. Now that she was outside of that well, it's a pretty gorgeous place to sit and have tea parties.

Victoria inhaled and almost chokes on the clean unpolluted air. The air tastes pure. Subtly rubbing her chest, she let out a few coughs. Nopel sent her a worried glance but she waves it off, it's not so bad. Just…different.

"These sponch smell so sweet! Are you sure it's okay for me to eat them?" Nopel looks up at her with those brown eyes, that reminds her of caramel, that sweetness that would make your mouth curl up. He offered some to her," Please eat some with me, you must be hungry."

'Ay, que lindo,' Victoria thinks.

"Go ahead, sweetie, they're pretty popular back home," Victoria popped one into her mouth. There was a comforting taste of home. Even if there is no love in it. She didn't notice the flustered look her new friend had, as her brain began to connect the red string.

The birds here can understand her, and at least that's what it looks like. No, not like the parrots or her dad's macaw, they're not like the imps that disguise themselves like creatures, but very close to it. Dragons are real as the ones back home were, but those weren't the fairytale type, no she really hopes they're nothing like the ones back home.

Ogres are real and Victoria is very much tempted to go to a swamp.

Victoria rested back on the steps soaking on the sun. Talking with Nopal was informative and Victoria had a feeling for what story she was in.

Nopal– Nopel , is freaking beautiful.

Like that rare delicate beauty that would have Amara and her rip their hair out and the women in Midsummer Eve to die for. Even now, it still shines as he was covered in dirt, and dressed in rags.

(Victoria pressed her lips tightly at that.)

She can almost hear that infamous line in her head.

"Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin white as snow" describing Princess Snow White.

Who was now very much a completely gorgeous guy.

Although, 'the snow' part was a bit much, she glanced over to the rosy cheeked prince who looked enraptured by the sweet mix of soft graham cracker and the marshmallows. Just watching him look so happy over it made Victoria's mood lift. Sitting back up, Victoria smooths down her dress as it happens to ride up....again. As much as she loves this dress, she is not eager to flash people right now.

Getting Nopel's attention, Victoria, now feeling somewhat ready to face those doors, grabs her purse. "Okay Nopel, I think I'm ready."

Nopel beamed, getting up, his bucket from earlier was beside him, rags not that different from the ones on his clothes were balled up in it. "I'll take you to the kitchens, she should be there right now. Mrs. Hilda is really kind and—"

A loud bang erupted Nopel, Victoria pushed him behind her as she faced the large wooden doors, her bag gripped tightly in her hand. There stood an old woman dressed in a green dress, with a stark white apron tied around her waist. Her hair was like weathered river stones tied into a tight bun, her dress covered her feet and her face—.

Victoria winces already knowing that look. She's seen it on her own mama's face before she makes a run for it. Like a shark sensing the flailing of a fish, the woman snapped to where they stood, her eyes shot comically wide in horror.

"Nopel, quick get away from that lady of the night!"

An: Okay this took me so freaking long to finish but here we go! How does one link a picture to a fic? If anyone wants to know how Victoria looks like I have a pic of her! Please leave a comment on what you think.

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