A/N

Me: HELLO FAIRY TAIL DORKS! MY AWESOME BRAIN DECIDED TO LISTEN AND MAKE THIS BOOK!!!

Conscious: Stop with the caps.

Me: I'M STILL MAD AT YOU!!! GO SIT IN A CORNER!!!

Conscious: You're scaring your readers again... CALM THE FUCK DOWN! *slaps author*

Me: Oh... I needed that. Thanks, C! Well, anyway! This is the Fairy Tail Into The Woods AU! I will list the characters below.

Characters:

Levy McGarden as The Witch

Jellal Fernandez as The Baker

Erza Scarlet as The Baker's Wife

Juvia Lockster as Cinderella

Gray Fullbuster as Cinderella's Prince

Ultear Milkovich as Cinderella's Step-mother

Meredy as Anastasia

Angel (Sorano Agaria) as Griselda

Lucy Heartfilia as Rapunzel

Natsu Dragneel as Rapunzel's Prince

Gajeel Redfox as The Wolf

Wendy Marvell as Little Red Riding Hood

Romeo Conbolt as Jack

Bisca Connell as Jack's Mother

Once upon a time, in a far-off kingdom, there lay a small village at the edge of the woods...

A pale, young girl with silky blue hair and ocean-colored eyes sighed as she sang, "I wish."

And in this village...

"More than anything." she sang as she continued to clean the floors.

Lived a young maiden...

"More than life. More than jewels." she stopped as another voice rang out.

A carefree young lad...

A small but built boy with dark purple hair and dark eyes appeared in the barn of his home. He petted his milky white cow and sang, "I wish. More than life!"

And a childless baker...

The scene moved to a small bakery in the village. Inside were a blue-haired male with brown eyes and a tattoo and a scarlet-haired woman with brown eyes.

"I wish." they both sang.

With his wife.

"More than anything." the man sang.

"More than the moon." his wife followed.

"I wish." they sang together.

"The king is giving a festival." the blue-haired girl scrubbed harder against the floor.

"More than life!" the baker and his wife shouted.

"I wish." the boy said.

"I wish to go to the festival!" the girl cried out.

"More than riches!" the couple continued.

"And the ball!" the girl sat down.

"I wish my cow would give us some milk." the boy tried to milk his cow but, to no avail.

"More than anything!" the girl and the wife shouted out.

"I wish we had a child!" the baker cried.

"Please, pal!" the boy begged the cow.

"I want a child!" the wife shouted.

"Squeeze, pal!" the boy begged again.

"I wish to go to the festival!" the girl cried out to the fireplace.

"I wish you could give us milk or even some cheese!" the boy shouted in anger.

"I wish we might have a child!" the couple continued.

"I wish!" the voices combined.

"You wish to go the festival?" a woman with long dark purple hair and magenta colored eyes wearing a fancy dress came into the room and stood before the blue-haired girl.

The poor girl's parents had died.

"Why you, Cinderella, the festival? Why you wish to go to the festival? The festival? The King's festival?!" the woman was joined by her two daughters, one with long pink hair and aqua colored eyes and the other with long silver-white hair and dark eyes.

And now, she lived with her step-mother...

"The festival? Ha!" the woman laughed as the blue-haired girl begun to stand up.

Who had two daughters of her own.

"Look at your nails!" the pink-haired girl laughed.

"Look at your dress!" the silver-haired girl continued.

"People would laugh at you!" the step-mother chuckled.

"Nevertheless-" Cinderella stood up and was cut off.

"You still wish to go to the festival and dance before the prince? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!" her step-mother and step-sisters laughed before her and she sunk back to the ground.

All three were beautiful of face but, vile and black of heart. The young lad had no father but, his mother...

A woman with long green hair and pink eyes wiped her brow of sweat, "I wish."

Well, she was at her wit's end.

"I wish my son were not a fool. I wish my house was not a mess. I wish the cow was full of milk! I wish the walls were full of gold! I wish a lot of things!" the woman shouted until she came into her house and upon her son with the cow.

"What in heaven's name are you doing with the cow inside the house?!" the woman asked.

"I thought that if he was warm, he would produce some milk." the boy said.

"It's a she. How many times do I have to tell you that only she's can give milk?" the woman sighed at her dense son.

And then, there was a hungry little girl who always wore a red cape...

A girl with long blue hair and brown eyes appeared into the bakery and sang, "I wish. It's not for me, it's for my granny in the woods. A loaf of bread, please. To bring my poor old hungry granny in the woods. Just a loaf of bread," the girl stuck the food in her mouth, "please."

"Cinderella, if you can pick up these lentils and finish your chores in time, then you can go to the ball with us." the step-mother said, throwing the bucket of lentils into the ashes of the fireplace.

"Come along, ladies." the step-mother climbed back up the stairs.

"Yes, mother." the girls said.

"Good luck." the pink-haired girl said before she and her sister laughed up the stairs.

"Come little birds, down from the eves and the leaves, over fields, out of castles and ponds." Cinderella sang before the ashes.

"Oh, squeeze, pal!" the boy begged the cow as Cinderella harmonized. The birds came through the chimney and were quick to assist.

"Quick, little birds! Flick through the ashes. Pick and peck but, swiftly sift through the ashes! Into the pot!" Cinderella told the birds as she began to help as well.

"Now, listen to me well son. Milky White must be taken to market." the mother told her boy as she wrapped a rope around the cow's neck.

"Mother, no! He's the best cow in the world!" the boy shouted.

"Was! She has been dry for weeks now. With no food and no money, we have no choice but, to sell her." the mother shouted back.

"But, Milky White's my best friend!" the boy continued to protest.

"Look at her! There are bugs on her dungs! There are flies in her eyes! There's the lump on her rump, big enough to be a hump!" the mother shouted.

"But-" the boy tried to say but, his mother cut him off.

"We have no time to sit and dither! While withers with or with her. And no one keeps a cow for a friend! Sometimes I wonder what's going on in that head of yours." the mother sighed and ignored her son's protests.

"Into the woods, it's time to go. I hate to leave, I have to though. Into the woods, it's time and so, I must begin my journey. Into the woods and through the trees to where I am expected, ma'am. Into the woods to grandmother's house!" the little girl stuffed another piece of bread in her face, "Into the woods to grandmother's house!"

"Are you certain of your way?" the wife asked.

The girl swallowed and sang, "The way is clear, the light is good. I have no fear, nor no one should. The woods are just trees. The trees are just wood. I sort of hate to ask it but," the girl stuffed another piece in her mouth, "do you have a basket?"

"Yes, we do." the wife said, getting a basket for the girl.

"I don't suppose you plan on buying any of these?" the baker asked.

"Oh, shush now! Don't stray and be late, alright?" the wife hushed the baker and told the girl.

"You might save one of those sweets for granny." the baker said but, the girl rushed back in, grabbed another loaf and fled.

"Oh my-" the baker shouted.

"She's leaving." the wife told him.

"She's a thief!" he shouted.

"Into the woods and down the dell, the path is straight. I know it well. Into the woods and who can tell, what's waiting on the journey? Into the woods to bring some bread to granny, who is sick in bed. Never can tell what lies ahead, for all that I know, she's already dead... But, into the woods! Into the woods! Into the woods to grandmother's house and home before dark!" the little girl skipped on the path through the forest.

"Cinderella! Get up here!" one of the sisters shouts from upstairs.

"Fly, birds. Back to the skies." Cinderella sang.

"We're waiting!" the other sister shouted.

"Back to eves and the leaves and the fields and the-" Cinderella was shoved up the stairs and into the dressing room.

"Hurry up and do my hair, Cinderella! Are you really wearing that?" the pink-haired girl said, looking at the mirror.

"Here! I found a little tear, Cinderella! Can't you hide it with a hat?" the silver-haired girl shouted.

"You look beautiful," Cinderella said.

"I know." the pink-haired girl smiled.

"She means me." her sister interjected.

"No, she didn't." the other girl said.

"Mother said be good, Father said be nice. That was always their advice. So be nice, Cinderella. Good, Cinderella. Nice, good, nice, nice." Cinderella brushed their hair.

"Tighter." the pink-haired girl said.

"What's the good of being good, if everyone is blind, always leaving you behind? Nevermind, Cinderella! Kind, Cinderella! Nice, good, nice, kind, good, nice!" Cinderella worked madly until her step-sisters jumped.

"OW!" the girls shouted.

"Not that tight, clawed." the silver-haired girl slapped Cinderella and watched her fall. The two laughed at the pitiful blue-haired girl.

A knock came from the bakery doors, alerting the baker and his wife.

"Who might that be?" the baker asked.

"We've sold our last loaf of bread!" the wife shouted as her husband went to check the door.

His face suddenly turned white as he said, "It's the witch from next-door."

All of a sudden, the door burst down to see a petite and feeble woman with blue hair and brown eyes. She had a hunch and long fingernails and her hair looked of barbed wire.

"We have no bread." the wife spoke.

"I don't want your bread." the witch said.

"Then, what is it you wish?" the baker asked.

"It's not what I wish. It's what you wish. Nothing cooking in that belly now, is there? And there will never be. Unless you do exactly as I say. In three days time, a blue moon will appear and only then can the curse be... undone." the witch said.

"What curse?" the wife asked.

"The one I placed on this house."

"What are you talking about?" the baker now asked.

"In the past, when you were no more than a babe. Your father brought his young wife and you to this cottage. They were a lovely couple but, not lovely neighbors. You see, your mother was with child and she developed an unusual appetite. She admired my beautiful garden and she told your father that what she wanted more than anything in the world was greens, greens, nothing but greens. Parsley, peppers, cabbages and celery, asparagus and watercress and fiddle-ferns and lettuce! He said, alright! But, it wasn't quite, cause I caught him in the autumn in my garden one night. He was robbing me! Raving me! Rooting through my rutabaga, raiding my arugula, ripping up the rampion, my champion, my favorite! I should have laid a spell on him right there! I could have turned him into stone or a dog or a chair!" the witch laughed and she continued her story.

"But, I let him have the rampion. I had lots to spare, in return, however. I said fair is fair, you can let me have the baby that your wife will bear. And call it square." the witch stopped.

"I had a brother?" the baker asked.

"No, but you had a sister." the witch smiled.

"W-Where is she?" the baker stuttered.

"She's mine now and you'll never find her. Small price to pay from what else your father stole from me! It cost me my youth, my beauty. My mother warned me. She would punish me with the curse of ugliness if I had lost any of them." the witch said.

"Lost what?" the wife asked.

"The beans." the witch said.

"Beans?" the couple asked.

"The special beans. I let him go, I didn't know he'd stolen my beans! I was watching him crawl back over the wall when, BANG, CRASH, a lightning flash!" the witch shouted.

"Well, that's another story, nevermind. Anyway, at last, the big day came. I made my claim. 'Oh, don't take away the baby!' they shrieked and squeaked but, I did and I hid her where she'll never be reached. Your father cried and your mother died, when for extra measure, I admit it was a pleasure. I said, 'Sorry! I'm still not mollified!' and I laid a little spell on them. You too son, that your family tree would always be, a barren one." the witch told the couple.

The wife sobbed on the baker and he asked, "How could you do that?"

"And when your mother died, your father deserted you. Your father was no father so, why should you be?" the witch asked and the baker cringed.

"Now, there's no more fuss and there's no more scenes and my garden thrives! You should see my nectarines but, I'm telling you the same I told kings and queens: Don't ever, never, EVER mess around with my greens. Especially, the beans." the witch warned.

Meanwhile, Jack's mother was preparing her son for the journey ahead.

"But, why do we have to go to the next village?" Jack sighed.

"Because everyone in this village knows that the cow hasn't given a drop in weeks." his mother replied.

"But, that's cheating!" the boy exclaimed.

"We're starving, Jack! Don't you understand that? Now, you're not to accept less than five pounds for her. Are you listening to me?!" his mother yelled.

"Yes!" the boy shouted arrogantly.

"How much are you to ask?" the mother asked.

"No more than five pounds." the boy scuffed, realizing his mistake.

"LESS THAN FIVE!" they shouted.

"Into the woods, the time is now. We have to live, I don't care how. Into the woods to sell the cow, you must begin the journey. Straight through the woods and don't delay. We have to face the marketplace. Into the woods to journey's end!" his mother chanted.

"Into the woods to sell a friend!" Jack sighed, his mother eyeing him strangely.

"You wish to have the curse reversed? I'll need a certain potion first. Go to the wood and bring me back:

1. the cow as white as milk

2. the cape as red as blood

3. the hair as yellow as corn

4. the slipper as pure as gold

Bring me these things before the chime of midnight in three days time. 'Tis then the blue moon reappears, which comes but once each hundred years! Bring them and I guarantee, a child as perfect as child can be!" the witch begged.

The couple gasped as the witch shouted, "GO TO THE WOOD!"

As the couple witnessed her disappearance, they were blown away by her power.

"Ladies, our carriage awaits!" the step-mother shouted.

Cinderella quickly ran out with her bucket of lentils and shouted, "Now, may I go to the festival?"

"The festival? Darling, those nails! Darling, those clothes! Lentils are one thing but, Darling with those will make us look like fools at the festival and mortify the prince!" the step-mother shouted.

"The festival lasts three nights, surely you can let me be there for one of them?" Cinderella asked but, he step-mother responded, "The king is trying to find his son a wife, not a scullery maid! We must be gone, GO!"

The step-mother shoved her two daughters in the carriage and left Cinderella in the dirt.

She sunk to the ground and sang, "I wish..."

As the wife was looking through her husband's hand-me-down, she pulled out a handful of beans from the pocket.

"Beans? These must be the witch's beans! We'll take them with us!" the scarlet-haired woman shouted as she showed the beans to the baker.

"We?" the baker made sure of what his wife said.

"Yes!" she shouted again.

No, you're not coming. It's not safe out there!" the baker shouted.

"But, I can help you!" she pouted.

"No, I can do this on my own! The spell is on my house! Only I can lift the spell! The spell is on my house!" the baker told her but, she shouted back, "No, no! The spell is on our house! We must lift the spell together! The spell's on our house!"

"Now, tell me. What am I to return with?" the baker asked.

"Argh! You don't remember? The cow as white as milk, the cape as red as blood, the hair as yellow as corn, the slipper as pure as gold." the wife explained.

"The cow as white as milk, the cape as red as blood, the hair as yellow as corn, the slipper as pure as gold." the baker repeated.

"I still wish to go to the festival,"Cinderella said sadly.

"The cow as white as milk-" the baker started again.

"But how am I ever to get to the festival?" Cinderella wondered.

"The cape as red as blood-" the baker continued.

"I know! I'll visit mother's grave!" Cinderella jumped.

"The hair as yellow as corn-" the baker paused and his wife said, "The slipper."

"The grave of the willow tree." Cinderella dropped her lentil bucket.

"The slipper as pure as gold. The cow, the cape, the slipper." the baker said as he approached the door.

"And tell her that I just want to go to the king's festival!" Cinderella ran to the path by the house.

"The hair!" the wife shouted when he forgot an item.

"Into the woods, it's time to go. It may be all in vain, I know. Into the woods, and even so, I have to take the journey." the baker and Cinderella sang.

"Into the woods, the path is straight. You know it well." the wife told the baker as she put his scarf around him.

"But, who can tell?" the baker finished.

"Into the woods to lift the spell!" the wife told her husband farewell.

"Into the woods to visit mother!" Cinderella ran through the trees.

"Into the woods to sell the cow!"Jack's mother shouted.

"To get the money!" Jack once again rolled his eyes.

"To go to the festival!" Cinderella sang.

"Into the woods to grandmother's house! Into the woods to grandmother's house!" Red Riding Hood cheerily skipped down the path.

"The way is clear! The light is good! I have no fear nor no one should. The woods are just trees. The trees are just wood. No need to be afraid there-" everyone sang.

"There's something in the glade there..." the baker stood, scared.

"Into the woods, without delay but, careful not to lose the way. Into the woods, who knows what could be liking on the journey? Into the woods to get the thing, that makes it worth the journeying."

"Into the woods to see the king!" the step-mother and her daughters laughed.

"To sell the cow!" Jack sighed once more.

"To make the potion!" the baker said, determined.

"To see! To sell! To get! To bring! To make! To lift! To go to the festival! Into the woods! Into the woods! Into the woods! Into the woods and out of the woods! To see! To sell! To get! To bring! To make! To lift! To go to the festival!"

"Into the woods and out of the woods! And home before dark!"