Hey, readers! I come baring a new story for your enjoyment.

After re-reading my "Blu meets the Boys" fic, I developed a new plot… well, several, actually… and decided to write a fic containing one-shots about the fairytale characters- which I shall refer to as "Blu-Shots", since they'll mostly involve her versions of classic fairytales, her past, and whatever else pops into my mind. I will also include a few one-shots about the Three Boys.

Please read and enjoy, and if you have any requests, I'm open.

Disclaimer: All the fairytales that are about to be revised do not belong to me. Only Blu and the Boys.

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Once upon a time, there was a little girl named Red Riding Hood, who went to the forest to deliver a basket of goodies to her grandmother-

Hold it. That's not how the story begins. THIS is how it begins:

Once upon a time, a girl named Blu had to sit in the kitchen, listening to her cousin Red complain. "But Mom, I've got plans today!" she whined, her pitch making my ear-drums throb. "I'm going to go visit Jack, and Peter and I were going to hang out in this pickle-patch, and-"

"Not another word, Red." My aunt said, sternly. "I told you, Grandma twisted her ankle on her last ski-trip, and it would be nice if you went and saw her. Your father is at his Lumberjack Convention, and I have to go pick up Goldilocks."

"But-"

"Her house is only up the path. Just drop off that basket of pastries I made for her, and I'll come pick you up later." she then turned to me. "And, Blu, I want you to go with her."

"What?" Red and I both snapped.

"How come I have to go with her?" I demanded.

"What makes you think I need to be escorted by her in the first place?" Red sneered.

"First of all, Blu, Grandma would love for you to visit her, too." My aunt said, then turned to Red. "And I'm sending her with you to make sure you don't wander off."

Red scoffed. "Why would I wander off in the middle of the woods?"

"Because of some stud you might spot taking a hike?" I joked, earning a glare from Red.

"Just do Grandma this favor. She hasn't seen either of you for a long time, and you're both her favorite granddaughters."

Both? She meant me. I visited Grandma more times than Red, and I listen to all the stories she tells us better than anyone else (even IF she tells them over a thousand times). I rolled my eyes and nudged Red. "C'mon, lets just go." I muttered.

"Ugh, why does bad stuff ALWAYS have to happen to me?" Red complained, pulling on her red cloak and grabbing the basket.

Bad stuff? Try watching your parents burn in a blazing fire and have yourself wind up with a brat-cousin, and THEN tell me your life is bad! I thought, scowling. Pulling on my blue sweater, I followed my cousin out the door.

It was a crisp fall morning, leaves falling as we walked down the trail, Red texting on her cell-phone, sending 20 IMs with each step. She always has her cell-phone on her everywhere she goes. Her parents had bought it for her 13th birthday this year, saying she should only use it for emergencies… though, like any other prep girl, she uses it for everything else- especially if it includes gossip, guys, or gossip about guys.

I don't have a cell-phone, namely because I don't want one. Why? Because I find it annoying enough having a house-phone interrupt my life. A cell phone would render someone capable of having their peace disturbed no matter where they went, being forced to pay bills, having to climb trees to get a decent signal, and nowadays it's like a little tracking device stalkers can bug so they could find you.

I once told this to Red when she teased me about not having a cell-phone, but she only said: "You just need the right kind of phone, and to be careful who you give your number to." …This from the girl who gave her number to a random guy at the mall.

"Can we rest a minute? My feet are killing me," she said, sitting down on a rock.

"Maybe you should have put on sneakers rather than stilettos." I commented, referring to her high-heel shoes.

"I would have, but none of them went with my outfit."

I shook my head. "C'mon, Grandma's house isn't too far. You can rest once we get there,"

She groaned, standing back up. "I hate walking…" she then looked off to the left. "Why don't we just take a short-cut through the woods?"

I gave her a look. "Please tell me you're kidding."

"No, really, look." she pointed ahead. "The path curves up ahead to the left, and Grandma's house is halfway down the bend. If we take a shortcut, we'll get there quicker and save time- let alone save ourselves from foot-aches."

"Didn't you hear what happened to the LAST kid who decided to take a stroll through the woods? He ended up as an ogre's hors d'oeuvre."

"Pfft. That's only because he wasn't watching where he was going." …She was saying this while texting. "Now, c'mon."

Before I could protest further, she was already walking through the woods. Knowing my aunt and uncle would kill me if I let their daughter get eaten alive (rather than thank me for relieving them of such a burden), I followed her, shaking my head. This is going to end badly. I thought.

We walked through the trees, stepping on dead leaves. The wind blew, making the leaves dance, making a soft whispering sound as it passed through the tree-tops, the morning sky seeming to darken with every foot we stepped away from the trail. …It was like something out of an old Halloween special, only rather than sitting on the sofa, preparing myself on what kind of mishap the movie-characters would get themselves into, I was the one stuck in this situation. And, to tell the truth, I was feeling a little creeped out.

It wasn't just because the scenery was growing dark, everything seemed too quiet, and I realized I had allowed my idiot-cousin to lead us from the safety of the trail, but because of what kind of creatures were lying in wait, preparing to strike. We had a lot of wild animals in Fairytale Land, along with an even number of mythical monsters.

And, after hearing a rustling sound coming from behind a dead bush, I had a feeling we were about to run into one of them. "Hold it, Red, did you hear that?" I asked, grabbing the cape of her cloak and making her stop.

"What?" She asked.

"It came from the bushes."

*rustle rustle* came the noise again.

Red gulped. "It's… probably just a raccoon or something," she said, turning to proceed, but I held her still.

"Or, it could be something bigger- and nastier- than some rodent. I suggest we go back to the trail," I retorted.

She looked around. "Uh, one problem… where IS the trail?"

I froze, realizing my second mistake of the day: I followed RED through the woods, casually looking at the eerie scenery while I allowed the dimwit to lead us around, taking different turns rather than walking straight. (note to self: never go anywhere with Red ever again).

"Ah, shit!" I snapped. "We're stuck in the middle of the woods!"

"Why don't we just ask for directions?" Red asked.

I swear, my cousin is so stupid… "Who are we going to ask, a squirrel?"

"I could show you the way back to the path," a voice came. Red and I looked over, where we had heard the rustling sound from the bush. Out stepped a wolf with gray fur and black hair, green eyes, wearing a red shirt with blue jeans. "Hi, I'm Wolf. Are you two lost?"

"Of course not!" Red piped up before I could say anything. "We just took a wrong turn. We'll be on our way…"

"Are you sure you guys don't need directions? Where are you going, anyway?"

"We're going to my grandma's house. It's located south-east down the path- oof!"

"Don't tell him where she lives, idiot!" I hissed after elbowing Red in the ribs. First, she gets us lost, and now she's blurting out information to a stranger? How dumb could she get?

"Oh, Old Lady Hood? I know where she lives," Wolf said.

I arched an eyebrow. "You… know her?"

"Sort of. She offered me some cookies last week. All the woodland creatures know her, she's very kind to all of us-"

"Yeah, yeah, can you just take us to her house?" Red scoffed.

"Namely give us directions?" I clarified. Just because a wolf seems nice doesn't mean they're least likely to lead you into a trap.

"Sure. Her house is just east from here." Wolf replied. We started walking… and he began to follow. "So, what's in the basket?"

"Pastries. Grandma twisted her heel, so my mom sent us to give her a treat to help her feel better," Red replied, then muttered out of the corner of her mouth: "Would've been easier to just mail her a frickin' Get-Well card,"

"Why are you following us?" I asked Wolf, knowing that Red was too much of a dip-shit to notice.

"Well, I don't meet many humans out in the woods, and I thought it would be nice to just walk in talk. …I'm not bothering you, am I?" Wolf replied.

"You're not as annoying as my obnoxious cousin, if that's what you mean." Red replied, then began to text again. Geez.

"Nice cell phone. Who are you talking to?"

"Just my friend, Jill. She said her boyfriend, Jack, fell down the hill and has a concussion." she then rubbed her chin. "I wonder if he forgot who she was, then I'd have a date for Thursday night."

Wolf arched an eyebrow. "Isn't it a little sleazy to be stealing someone else's boyfriend?"

"Believe me, it isn't the nastiest thing she's ever done." I scoffed.

"Ah. …You know, if you don't have plans for Thursday, maybe we could hang out."

Red froze. "Ew! Are you coming on to me? Gross!" she then grabbed my wrist and began pulling me along, running. "C'mon, Blu, lets ditch this hairball!"

"Wait, no! I didn't mean like that!" I heard Wolf calling, running after us.

"Oh, shit, he's chasing us! Run!" She let go of my hand, going into a sprint…

…dropping the basket…

…which I tripped over. "Oof!" I grunted once I hit the ground, and looked ahead to see Red still running. "Red, wait up!" A shadow fell over me, and I turned around, gasping when I saw Wolf standing behind me, on his hind legs, looking down at me.

"Are you okay?" he asked, kneeling down and reaching his paw out to help me up. I got up on my own. "I'm really sorry about that. I didn't mean to freak you guys out,"

"Maybe you'd be less freaky if you didn't ask so many damn questions,"

He cringed. "No need to cuss… And I'm sorry about the questioning. I tend to get a bit curious about humans, like any animal would."

"Yeah, well… Curiosity slayed the sorcerer." I then took off.

"Hey, wait! You forgot your-"

The rest of his words grew faint as I ran through the woods, finally reaching Grandma's house… where I saw Red, Grandma, and my uncle (Red's dad) standing on the front porch. "Uncle Hood? I thought you were at a convention!"

"I was, but after hearing that Grandma twisted her ankle, I decided to come home early," he replied, and gave Grandma a stern look. "I TOLD you not to do any extreme stunts in your condition!"

"Bah! Just because I'm old doesn't mean I have a condition!" My grandma sneered.

"Anyway, I just pulled up when Red came running out of the woods, screaming about some wolf stalking her."

"It was awful, Daddy! He was trying to put the moves on me!" Red sobbed.

Godmother, she's so dramatic.

"He wasn't putting the moves on her. He was just-" I began to say, but was interrupted.

"Hey, you dropped your basket-" Wolf said as he ran out of the bushes.

"THERE HE IS, DADDY! THAT'S HIM! KEEP HIM AWAY!" Red screamed… much to my ears' displeasure.

My uncle took out his axe, glowering at Wolf. "I suggest you stay away from my daughter, you twisted fur-ball!" he said, firmly yet threateningly.

"Yipe!" Wolf yelped, dropping the basket and taking off into the woods.

"Oh, put that ax away, boy!" My Grandma sneered. "Wolf is completely harmless," she turned to Red. "I suggest you get your stories straight before you send someone out to commit homicide, missy."

"Yes, Grandma…" Red said, looking ashamed.

A week later, though…

The press surrounded Red in the living room, asking her questions about her 'wolf attack'. "Red! Red! Can you tell us exactly what happened after you fled to your grandma's house?" One interviewer asked.

"Well, I went into her house, and that's when I realized that big bad wolf had gotten there, first!" Red replied, fake-tears rolling down her face. "He had trapped her in the closet and dressed up like her, trying to fool me. But I could tell it wasn't him- his eyes were too big, along with his sharp teeth and large paws, and his stomach kept rumbling every time I got near him!"

I stood at the top of the stairs, shaking my head. "That's NOT what happened." I called down.

"Hey, kid, we're interviewing Red Riding Hood. Beat it!" Another interviewer sneered at me, then turned to Red. "Say, Miss Red, would you mind if I sent your story to the Grimm Brothers?"

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the house, seeing Wolf watching everything through the window. "You again? Godmother, are you going to keep stalking us forever?"

Wolf gasped, ducking down. "Jeez, don't DO that!" he said, whispering. "You nearly gave me a heart-attack!"

I walked up and grabbed him by the shirt-collar, glowering. "I'm going to do WORSE if you don't state your business. Why do you keep following us?"

He blushed… I didn't know wolves could do that. "I-It's kind of personal…"

"Tell me, or I'll have my uncle come back out with his axe."

"Alright, alright!" he took a deep breath, and sighed. "I sorta, kinda… have a crush on your cousin, Red."

I arched an eyebrow. "Wolf-say-what-now?"

"I know, it sounds weird- a wolf crushing on a human. But… I was walking by your house one day when I saw her step out, and my heart raced at the sight of her. She's so gorgeous… I've been watching her from a distance each night- I know it sounds creepy, but I couldn't help myself. I was too entranced by her beauty."

I think I'm going to vomit.

"I wanted to talk to her when I first saw her, but I was too nervous. I finally managed to build up the courage to talk to her when I met you guys last week… then…"

"She had a major freak-out, and now she's telling reporters how the 'Big Bad Wolf' was chasing after her."

Wolf's eyes widened. "She thinks… I'M bad? Huh. Everyone else thinks I'm a sissy."

"Judging from your outfit, I wouldn't doubt it."

He looked down at his outfit: a button-up suit-shirt with a pair of brown pants. "I guess I ought to work on my image a little more…"

"Undoubtedly." I turned to go back inside. "If I were you, I'd scram before one of those reporters spots you."

"Good idea… I could see the headlines now: 'Big Bad Stalker breaks into house and tries to devour family- Blonde-haired girl chases him out with flame-thrower."

I scoffed a chuckle, shaking my head. "You're such a queer." With that, I walked back into the house.

I saw Wolf now and again each time I was in the woods, and he would always ask about Red- after she filed a restraining order. The more we hung out, the more I could tell he wasn't such a 'big bad' wolf, though he tried to act like one to impress Red.

What he saw in her, I will never know.

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A/N: Well, hope you liked the first one-shot. More will come later!

Please review. No flames, or I'll chase after you with an axe.