A/N: More Clace fluff? And in the form of a well-known fairy tale? By the Angel, are you crazy, ImagineAsian? :O

Lol, yes, I am. A magical twist on my favorite couple! Also, this is my first not one-shot for TMI, so whoop!

Disclaimer: The queen, Cassandra Clare, owns the characters.

A Cinderella Story

Once upon a time, in the land of hot dogs, Times Square, and Broadway shows, there lived a very special girl.

Her name was Clarissa Fray, Clary for short, and she brought color to the dreary village of New York. Her bright, strawberry hair had more personality than half the townspeople! Of course, she was oblivious to her beauty and kindness. In her eyes, she was just a redhead with bad luck.

Her mother, Jocelyn, had passed away when she was a kid, leaving Clary to live with her abusive and cruel stepfather, Valentine, and his son, Sebastian, the asshole of all asses. Honestly, her life sucked. But, trust me, it was about to get better...

"CLARY! Get in here, now!" barked Valentine, his graying hair even more messier than usual. His daughter dropped the broom she was using and scrambled towards her terrible excuse for a parent.

"Yes, father?" Clary asked, trying to keep from rolling her eyes.

"I have a list of errands for you to do while I take your brother to the party that Prince Jace is throwing. You are aware tonight is the grand ball, right? Of course, I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. No peasants allowed," he smirked, handing her a roll of paper.

Sebastian stepped out of the shadows, his dark, beady eyes glaring at Clary. He was dressed in a ridiculous bright blue tuxedo. "Father, are we leaving now?"

"Yes, son. You look just as handsome as your old man, by the way," Valentine smiled.

"No outfit in the world could make you both look attractive," Clary muttered, unrolling the list of chores. It dropped past her foot and kept unfolding out the door. Oh God.

"Those things better be done by the time we return. Or else..." were her dad's last words before he shut the door. This would take all night.

Despite the tough person Clary had become over the years, she couldn't help but cry. Roughly pushing a red strand of hair out of her eyes, Clary got to work. She spent an hour washing the dishes, cleaning the fireplace, and fluffing Sebastian's extremely girlish collection of teddy beats. That was only an eighth of the mile long list.

Clary stared longingly at the invite for the party. Prince Jace was definitely cute. His blonde, wavy hair, cut at the chin, made him the talk of the kingdom. Just to look at him in person would be pretty awesome. A tear slipped out of her eyes.

WHOOOOOOSH!

An explosion of glitter filled the air in front of Clary. She coughed and backed away. A female's figure formed in the midst of it.

"Hey, why are you crying? Oh, yeah, because your life is slightly horrible. But, no worries, I'm here to fix that," she said, stepping out of the sparkles. The girl was about her age, with midnight black hair and a gorgeous face to go with it. She wore a short white mini dress and would've looked innocent if it weren't for the scary whip she held. It ruined the image.

"Who are you?" Clary asked, skeptically.

"I'm your fairy godmother, Isabelle. Duh! I'm here to let you go to the ball and flirt with your man," Isabelle teased, placing a hand on Clary's shoulder.

"I'd love to go, but I have chores," sighed Clary. Isabelle laughed and waved her hand in the air. Slowly, the items in her home came to life. The floor vacuumed itself. Counter tops were wiped by paper towels brought to life. And items on her chores list were being crossed out by a magical quill pen.

"Not anymore. Anyway, first things first is your outfit. I'm a bit of shopping addict, and let me tell you, rags aren't the most attractive thing out there," Isabelle giggled.

"Wait, my brother and dad are at the ball right now. Sebastian's supposedly going to find a bride tonight. They'll both see me," Clary complained. Isabelle shook her head.

"Clary, my brother Alec is gay, but he'd never go for hideous, desperate guys like Sebastian. Don't worry. He'll be forever alone for the rest of his life. Also, no one will recognize you after I work my magic!"

With that, Clary's fairy godmother waved her hand above Clary and everything went black.

Stay tuned for chapter 2! (: