#now I haven���t updated that fic in nearly two years

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Two Ghosts Ch.21 | Brittana

Yes, you’re seeing that correctly LOL. I’m determined to turn 2020 around, at least through writing fics! I will also (try very hard to) update weekly. 

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The wheels of the plane from New Haven barely hit the tarmac before Quinn is texting Santana and Brittany to ask if they want to grab a coffee. Santana figures Quinn must be dying to know what happened with Alex because she sure didn’t call Quinn up to tell her. She also highly doubts Brittany had the time to do it either.

They’ve both been…busy.

Not like that, they’ve just had their own things to deal with. You know, private feelings.

Like knowing Britt still loves her after all these years and Santana wanting to do things right this time. Brittany had teased Santana about being courted, but Santana kind of liked the idea of taking things slow. There were still so many things about Brittany she didn’t know and the thought of learning her all over again sounded nice.

Brittany P. – You free to meet up with Q?

Santana sees the text from Brittany and it makes her smile. It’s so reminiscent of their high school days when Quinn would message the Unholy Trinity group chat but Santana and Brittany would text each other on the side to confirm what they wanted to do first before replying. They’ve grown so much over the years, but the text just shows Santana that some things never do change. Do they?

Santana L. – Yeah, hbu?

Brittany P. – Yup!

Santana swipes into the group chat and sends a text agreeing to meet up which is closely followed by Brittany saying the same. Quinn’s all too quick to provide the when and where before Santana sets off to get dressed. She’s nearly made it to her closet when her phone goes off again. It’s a private text from Brittany.

Brittany P. – I’m glad you’re free. I’ve kinda missed your face.

Santana feels a heat rise up the back of her neck and cover the apples of her cheeks upon reading the text. She quickly types out a reply, trying to keep her cool.

Santana L. – It’s only been like…2 days?

Brittany P. – 2 days too long!

And just like that, Santana feels like a silly school girl again blushing over a cute text from Brittany. She remembered at time back in high school when Brittany would make it her mission during class to break Santana’s bitch face with an onslaught of cute texts that she would totally make fun of if they had come from anyone else but Britt. Sometimes she’d send corny pick-up lines or puns are just straight compliment the crap out of her. Either way, Santana never stood a chance.

She was like putty in Brittany’s hands.

Apparently after all this time, she still is.  

She ruffles up her hair and positions the camera towards her. She gives it a cheeky grin and snap the selfie before sending it off to Brittany, followed by a text.

Santana L. – Don’t want to deprive you of this beautiful mug.

Brittany texts back almost instantly.

Brittany P. – hubba hubba!

A picture of herself sporting the cheesiest of grins accompanies the new text and Santana laughs at the combination. She makes a point to set the picture as Brittany’s new Caller Id later.

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When Santana steps outside, she’s surprised by how cold it is. With years of having to wear a Cheerios skirt no matter the weather and 5 years worth of living in New York, Santana was pretty immune to the cold but today seemed to be a dramatic drop in temperature.

Then again, now that it was December could she really be that surprised? She let that thought sit with her for a moment as she slid into her Honda. December already? Time was flying by, the school years was nearly halfway over!

What is she going to do after?

She hadn’t really given it too much thought. She figured she would head back to New York, but things were changing. It wasn’t just her future anymore, it was Brittany’s too. And maybe she’s jumping the gun a little, fast-forwarding that far ahead after she told Britt she wanted to take things slow, but that talk would have to come up eventually, wouldn’t it?

Santana shakes away the thoughts, they’re too heavy for the lack of caffeine in her system, and sets them on the back burner for now before she goes to start her car. She twists the key in the ignition and surprise surprise it doesn’t roar to life.

“Seriously?” Santana frowns and tries again but it’s no use. Her little Honda refuses to start up. She lets out a sigh and glances over to the empty spot in the driveway where her mom’s SUV is usually parked if Maribel didn’t happen to be at work right now. Santana rolls her eyes and tries to start the car one more time before giving up.

It feels a bit like déjà vu; Santana’s car refusing to work right before the first Unholy Trinity meeting at the beginning of the school year which ended up making her late. She had felt so bad for making her friends wait for her and here she was about to do it again. Back then she had to figure out her useless car on her own, but again, things were different.

Santana heads back inside for warmth and fishes her phone out from her purse before making the call.

“Hey Santana!” Brittany greets enthusiastically, albeit slightly out of breath. The sound makes Santana’s mouth go dry, remembering other times where Brittany sounded just as breathless.

“Hey Britt! Are you…running?”

“Kind of,” Brittany answers through a chuckle, “What’s up?”

“Do you think I could catch a ride with you to meet up with Quinn?” Santana asks a little nervously, “My car is being a piece of shit again and refusing to do the one thing it was built to freaking do.”

“It’s probably just mad at you for still not taking it in,” Brittany teases her, “But yeah, I can totally pick you up! Be around in 10?”

“Thanks Britt,” Santana grins, “I’ll see you soon.”

“Kay bye!”

It’s ridiculous to think how all of a sudden Santana’s heart starts beating a little faster and her movements become more fidgety in anticipation for Brittany to come over. She really wishes she could get a grip, but after everything that happened on Thanksgiving and their talk after seeing Alex it’s hard to control. She couldn’t get over the fact that Britt still loved her and they still had a chance to make things right. She couldn’t believe it, after all the years of struggling and pushing away those feelings, there was still something there for them.

Britt had said that her body wakes up whenever she’s around Santana and now Santana totally gets it.

Santana’s body wakes up around Brittany too and she has missed that feeling so much.

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There are a couple knocks at the front door, but she doesn’t have to check to know that it’s Brittany. Other than the fact that Santana knew she would be coming, Brittany still taps the same signature rhythm with her knuckles.

“Hey, I would’ve-“ Santana’s words get caught as her eyes land on Brittany.

Her blonde hair falls from her messy bun in cute tendrils, something that’s prone to happening whenever Brittany breaks a sweat. In fact, she glistens and steam rises from the top of her head against the cold air. Santana wonders how the hell she isn’t freezing, but she can’t comprehend much as her eyes start to rake up Brittany’s body on their own.

She’s dressed in baggy red sweat pants and a black sports bra that’s damp with sweat and it’s barely covered by the pathetic excuse for a t-shirt. The material is so thin it’s practically see through and Santana can literally count each one of Brittany’s abs.

Santana’s swallows dryly because woah.

Brittany’s still got it. Then again, did she ever really lose it? Apparently not, she just got hotter.

There’s a muffled chuckle that brings Santana’s eyes to meet mischievous blues. Brittany smirks and adjusts the strap of her duffle bag on her shoulder. Santana didn’t even realize she was carrying it.

“Hey Santana.”

“Sorry, hey Britt. Come in,” Santana gestures, not wanting Britt to catch a cold with the lack of clothes she has on, “Why are you so…sweaty?”

“My dance class ran a little late so I didn’t have time to get ready there,” Brittany explains, “Could I change here?”

Santana begins to picture Brittany’s lithe body breaking it down in dance class and god since when did she become such a desperate mess? She blames the lack of sex and Brittany.

She thinks how they kind of go hand in hand, but she quickly pushes that thought away.

“Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Did you want to shower too?”

“I should,” Brittany says, “Class was really intense today.”

“I can see that,” Santana comments without thinking but covers it with a smile, “Go shower. I’ll tell Quinn we’ll be late.”  

“Thanks,” Brittany grins and presses a kiss to Santana’s cheek as she walks by.

Santana turns and watches as Brittany head up the stairs, a dopey grin filing her face as her eyes land on Brittany’s perfect ass.

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That dopey grin is replaced by something of annoyance as Santana and Brittany sit across from Quinn at Starbucks a little later. Brittany is busy talking about her class and how they can incorporate some of the elements into their set for Sectionals since it’ll be coming up soon, but Santana can’t focus with how Quinn keeps glancing between her and Brittany so analytically.

Quinn’s itching to say something, Santana can tell, but she won’t interrupt Brittany when she’s speaking so passionately. She stays engaged and listens intently, but Santana knows the minute Brittany stops it’ll be fair game and she’s not ready for all that.  

It makes Santana nervous; not because she wants to hide whatever is going on between her and Brittany, but because it’s too new to hash out over lattes. It was literally a day ago that they were even suggesting picking up their thing again, so Quinn would just have to wait until they sorted everything out themselves.

Santana holds out a little hope though. Quinn’s a lot more mature now than she was in high school, softer even, but she’s still the same ole’ Quinn in some aspects and Santana really doesn’t want to lure her out with talking about relationships.

But of course it’s a difficult topic to dodge when Alex is brought up. Santana and Brittany explain everything that happened at Frank’s and where Alex is now. It was already hard to miss the similarities between Alex and Santana, but it’s even more so now. It’s common knowledge so Santana’s glad that neither Quinn nor Brittany decided to delve into that. Instead Quinn says how thankful she is that Santana and Britt were around to help Alex and she’s a little upset that she missed out.

Quinn talks about being mentors and wanting to have a positive impact on the squad, something that was hit or miss when they were all in school because Sue could be so horrible and it wasn’t a secret that Mr. Schue had his favorites.

They could all agree that they wanted to do better if they could help it. When Quinn says she thinks Santana and Brittany did a great job with Alex and would make Ms. Holliday proud, Santana nearly gets choked up if she weren’t so badass. Ms. Holliday helped her and Brittany through so much so to be compared to her is a lot for Santana. If it weren’t for her, it would’ve taken her way longer to come to terms with her feelings. Maybe she never would’ve?

She owed Ms. Holliday everything.

Brittany thanks Quinn for them though and nuzzles into Santana’s side for a hug like she can sense Santana’s struggle. Santana’s grateful but she can’t help but smile at the scent of her shampoo wafting from Brittany’s hair, reminding her further of their new closeness. She catches Quinn’s analytical eye again and quickly turns up the snark.

“Who knew the holidays could turn you into a big softy, Quinnie.” Santana comments as Brittany pulls away. She already misses the warmth but she miraculously keeps from frowning about it.

Quinn just rolls her eyes and smirks, “You’re one to talk, Satan.”  

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After a refill, Quinn goes on to ask how everyone’s Thanksgiving went. Santana really feels like Quinn is trying to set her up here. Or maybe, Santana’s just feeling a little paranoid because Quinn always has that look like she knows something you don’t.

It seems that Santana’s the only one that’s trying to make it a bigger deal than it is, because Brittany easily fills Quinn in on how great it was to spend Thanksgiving with Santana and Maribel. She excitedly goes over the events of the night, but thankfully leaves out the more intimate details.

“I’m glad you didn’t have to spend it alone, Britt,” Quinn comments genuinely then looks to Santana, “It sounds like you guys had a lot of fun. I knew including Britt would be a good idea!”

Santana bites her cheek and narrows her eyes. She knows Quinn isn’t trying to be a pain in her ass on purpose judging by her tone, but the way she’s always silently rooting for them is embarrassing and makes Santana feel jittery. But more importantly, Brittany wasn’t aware of the fact that Santana had been considering inviting her to dinner and she doesn’t want to that to hurt Brittany’s feelings or for her to misunderstand.

Santana just wasn’t brave enough at the time and if Maribel didn’t invite Brittany over, then she and Santana wouldn’t have had such a great time and they would’ve never had the chance to reconnect like they did. There was no way of knowing Thanksgiving was going to have such an impact on their progress, but it doesn’t keep her from regretting her lack of bravery.

She hates that it still has the ability to dictate how their relationship pans out and unfortunately, that’s just another thing that hasn’t changed.

Santana scowls at how fast her thoughts are moving and she’s about two seconds away from saying something witty to take the attention off of her when she feels Brittany’s hand slip over her knee. Her knee twitches at the unexpected move, but she soon relaxes at the gentle squeeze Brittany gives her.

The gesture instantly softens her up and she glances over at Brittany who remains looking at Quinn like nothing’s happened, but it’s all the reassurance she needs for now.

“Oh no, Maribel invited me.” Brittany clarifies and squeezes Santana’s knee again, “We ran into each other at the grocery story. Not literally, but she did need help reaching something from the top shelf. She invited me over, but I didn’t want to impose. Santana was the one who convinced me to stay.”

When Brittany puts it that way, it eases more of Santana’s nerves. She didn’t even consider the amount of courage it took her to ask Brittany to stay. She always loved Brittany’s ability to turn her negatives into positives and she ducks her head in a quiet thanks.

Quinn smiles at them, but it’s more loving than her usual Queen Bitch Smirk. It makes Santana roll her eyes although her stomach flips from the fluttery feelings brought on by the feel of Brittany’s hand on her. She’s sure now that Quinn is on to them, but she doesn’t want to get into that right now.

“Shut up, Q.” Santana grumbles as she subtly overlaps Brittany’s hand with her own before taking a sip of her latte with her free one.

Quinn just laughs and waves her off, “I wasn’t saying anything.”

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They spend the rest of the time talking about Sectionals and developing a game plan. They’ve been preparing for awhile now, maybe just before Thanksgiving break let out because they knew the squad would start to get less focused the closer the break came. For the most part, they felt ready and were confident that the squad felt it too.

“The Cheerios have placed first every year since 2003,” Quinn said, “At least, that’s what Sue said. I’m not sure how accurate that is.”

“I believe it,” Brittany replied with a shrug.

Santana just inhaled deeply and said sarcastically, “No pressure or anything.”

“We’ve got this in the bag,” Quinn answered confidently, “For one, we’re the only squad with 3 coaches.”

Brittany wagged her finger at Quinn, “True. That’s 3 times the awesomeness.”

“And we’re probably going to be the only hot coaches there too,” Santana shrugged nonchalantly.

“Also true,” Brittany nodded then sent a wink Santana’s way, “The hottest.”

Santana felt her cheeks flush, but she just smiled back smugly and dusted off her shoulder, “You know it.”

“Not really important,” Quinn chuckled causing Santana to screw up her face in disgust.

“Are you kidding me?” Santana looked astonished, “Looks are everything in the Cheerleading world, where have you been? Remember all those ridiculous diets Sue put us on?”

“Santana’s right,” Brittany added, “Our squad is a reflection of us, we have to set the example. Although, those diets were really unhealthy so let’s not tell the squad about it.”

“Oh we won’t,” Quinn clarifies, “These next couple of weeks are going to be pretty intense. Our girls are good but we can’t let them get too comfortable.”

“Let’s make them do wind sprints tomorrow,” Santana suggests devilishly, “Make them run off all that food they had over Thanksgiving.”

“Greens, beans, tomatoes, potatoes,” Brittany starts rapping and it makes Santana and Quinn laugh.

“This is our first competition as coaches and it’s important we make a good impression,” Quinn adds after their laughter dies down, “Afterall, we want to make it to Nationals, right?”

Santana briefly remembers Sue’s tape and the arrangement that brought them all together and the bonus that was promised if the squad were to place at Nationals. She had almost forgotten the real reason she was back in Lima, that it had nothing to do with Brittany, and it made her sit a little straighter.

She needed to stay focused too. She and Brittany both needed to.

“Of course,” Santana says and she’s surprised to hear Brittany’s voice in time with hers, mimicking the same words.

Always in unison, even without meaning to be.

“We have to be on point then,” Quinn adds a little more solemnly, “For Coach Sylvester.”

Santana can see the storm clouds rolling in above Quinn’s head and she wonders what that is about. She knew this was a job and they had to meet certain expectations in order to get paid, but she didn’t think Quinn would take it that seriously. Then again, she and Sue had always had a different dynamic. Maybe she really did want to honor her legacy by winning.

“We will be,” Santana replies anyway and gives Quinn an encouraging nod, “We don’t know how to be anything else but flawless.”

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After saying their goodbyes to Quinn, Santana and Brittany are back in the car on their way to Maribel’s a little while later. Brittany had passed Santana the aux cord upon settling in and they decided on taking the long way home since the queue was so good. Santana had missed many aspects of Brittany, but being able to ride around in the car with her as they bobbed their heads to songs they use to sing for Glee Club is probably something she missed the most.

Brittany really was the easiest person to get along with, they just fit together so perfectly.

“You know, I don’t mind driving you around while your car gets fixed. You have great taste in music and your car dance moves are the best,” Brittany says after belting out the final note of a Whitney Houston song. She’s a little breathless again from the dramatic runs and the bellyaching laughter, but that’s when Santana finds her the prettiest.

She’s so wrapped up in staring that she nearly misses the words that follow.

“You are going to get it fixed, right?” Brittany asks and chances a glance at Santana to find her biting on her bottom lip. She might’ve forgotten to call Burt’s shop while she was waiting for Brittany, mostly because she was too busy running upstairs to touch up her make up before she arrived.

She smiled guiltily, “Yes?”

“San,” Brittany sighs as they come up to a red light. It was meant to sound frustrated but it was more endearing than anything. Santana hasn’t heard Brittany call her San in years and it makes her heart flutter wildly. Brittany gives her that you’re exhausting but I love you look and it has Santana’s guard instantly dropping.

“What?” Santana laughs as Brittany lifts a brow, “I will!”

“You better,” Brittany warns and her voice dips low.

The rumble of her tone has Santana biting her lip again and she presses further, edging over the middle console.

“Or what?” She asks challengingly.

Santana lingers there and she knows the exact moment Brittany’s head starts to cloud with thoughts, she can see it in darkening blue eyes. The glow of the red light illuminates them both, masking flushed cheeks, but Santana is confident they’re there. Suddenly, the heat coming from the vents is way too hot but it only seems to increase the longer Brittany stares heatedly back.

Santana remembers this look a little too well considering how long it has been. It was the same look that led to many spontaneous make out sessions in a dark parking lot when they were meant to be on their way to somewhere important. Back when they were young and reckless and couldn’t keep their hands of each other. The windows of Santana’s little Honda would be so thick with fog that she’d have to turn on the defroster afterwards just so she could see.

Brittany would just sit topless and doodle love hearts until it went away.

“You don’t want to know,” Brittany manages to reply in a whisper as she leans in and it’s like she’s daring Santana to close the distance.

And she would, she totally would! Their lips are so damn close now and the scent of her cherry lip smackers and peppermint gum is just so Brittany and it’s flooding her senses. All Santana has to do is lean just a little bit further and they’d be stopping traffic. She would give not one single fuck if it meant having Brittany’s lips on hers again.

But then their faces illuminate in green and Brittany’s the first to break the trance as the car behind them beeps their horn.

Santana settles back in her seat, tossing shy glances in Brittany’s direction, crossing her legs a little tighter as they continue their journey to Maribel’s.

She waits a few minutes before clearing her throat a little, “Maybe I’ll get Burt to have a look at it tomorrow before practice, see if it’s worth repairing…or whatever.”

She’s thankful that Brittany’s success in getting her all flustered can’t be detected in the tone of her voice and takes that as a small win.

“That’s my girl,” Brittany teases lovingly and reaches over to squeeze at Santana’s thigh.

Santana just about melts into a puddle on the spot because she wasn’t expecting Brittany to say something like that. Brittany can be so smug sometimes, but trying to fight from swooning at Brittany’s words is hard. She knows she can’t give Britt the satisfaction no matter how right she is in wanting Santana to take her car in, but being her girl?

Santana hasn’t been anyone’s anything in so long, at least not to anyone that mattered. She had forgotten what it felt like to be wanted in that way, even if Britt only said it as a passing comment. It makes Santana feel whole in a totally different way and she loves it.

She loves being Brittany’s girl.

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Between Reality & Madness ~ AU Legal Guardian Magnus Bane Fan Fic ~ Part One

Our story Begins roughly four and Half years after Lucy Collins had started living in Brooklynm with Magnus bane as her Giardian. she was fully aware of the constant battle between Light and dark. but not really aware that her Guardian and best Friend had been dating a Shadowhunter Named Alexander Gideon Lightwood. 

Alec was about to be placed in sistuation where Lucy Collins, now in her third year in college, would find out about hte relationship. “Lucy watch out!” he winced as he pushed her out of the way of demon and began to fight it

“How.....do you know  my name?”

“Will explain later need to do my job right now.” he said 

She watched as he fiught and killed several demons, he faintly smelled of the cologne Magnus wore when he would go out after Lucy went to bed. she still remembered it eventhough she and Oliver had been living together for about six months. 

after everything calmed down Alec sat next to her “I’ve been Dating since shortly after you arrived in Brooklyn. h was afraid of voerwhelming you so he avoided telling you. My name is Alec Lightwood. he talks about you a lot in lulls in conversation where he doesn’t want to talk about downworlder or shadowhunter business.” 

“You love him i can see it in your eyes. It is same way Oliver looks at me after he gets home from work or a class at business school..” 

Three months later....Alec and magnus were plannign their wedding and they had lost track of time had nearly forgotten about Lucy’s Engaement Party

“Alexander, i was just thinking about how we got engaged. we both spent two weeks tryign to plan the perfect proposal and we both ended up just blurting it ut in the middle of a battle.” 

Alec smirked “Lucy was slightly disappointed because she wanted to be there. WHo is Grant Douglas? I saw his name on your phone.”

“Remember i told You Lucy’s father hanged his name after Moving to France. Ever sicne she started College he;s been asking for regular updates. but he’s evading my questions. I have feeling he’s going to show up unannounced.”  he looked at hte time “Crap, the parry starts in a little over and hour and I need to make sure hte caterers don’t screw things up.”

Alec nodded “So Grant Douglas is the werewolf Quentin Collins. I need to change clothes.”

“just put on clean clothes she wants you to be comfortable. not bored.”  Magnus sighed “it is hard to believe i;ve known her for almost 10 years. “I will meet you at the club.” he kisses him “I just remembered i need to pick up her cousins.”

the only two who had suvived beign directly attacked by Gabriel. they had been in Coma for two years and the third had unfortunately died. they were magnus’ Surprise gift to lucy having them at the party.. he had secretly been paying for their physical therapy.

a few hours later during hte party

“Lu,  bfore w actually go in there and to be celebrated by our family friends. why did you choose to tell me about your past?” 

“because you truisted me to be you emergency contact when your mother exboyfriend tried to beat you to death so i figured. you deserved to know how i came to live in Brooklyn.” she had omited hte magic parts. “I knew i oul trust you absolutely when you said.”

“It’s Okay, I’m Here.” he paused “I meant it too.”

Lucy jumped when she heard a familar voice Quoting her father’s favorite poem. ”Dad?!” 

Quentin “Lulu Bell.” as he stepped towars her. It became obvious she wasnlt sure how to act around him amd jhe didnlt blame her he had left without a word and never wrotten to her.

She found herself nuzzling agaisnt Oliver “How dare you choose today to show up. not even phone call or letter beween when i was 14 and and today and you expect me to just be happy ot see you.” she started crying

Alec “Mister Collins, please dpn;t cause scene this day is to celebrate love and happiness and your presence is agitating Lucero.” 

Magnus arrived as Alec was Escorting Quentin out “MIchael, Galen go inside the building is closed except except for the party.” he goes to talk to Quentin “I told you if you came to new York to wait for a different day to see her.  You know Lucy feels her emotions deeply and with a great intensity. I kept your secret because you asked me to. but wait a few days and make your confessions to her. Give her hte choice of whether or nto she wants to see you again.” he looks into Quentin’s car “Donlt tell me you dragged that innocent young girl into this. “ he goes over to the car and Speaks to genevieve in French “Oui. Bien.”

He turns his attention back to Quentin “she’s very estute like her half sister and she agrees that you should give it a few days.” Quentin nods and whispers to him “okay.”

 A short time later during the party, Lucy goes over and hugs magnus “it all balances out. i am glad they are okay. they want to come to the wedding. My wedding.”  she looked at him and then Alec “where are you two getting married Anyway?” 

“we haven;t decided. either the dock behind the jade Wolf or The Buddhist temple you go to.”  she smiled at him

“Tell The Monk that Runs the temple.” she said she had donated part of the money her father had given her to the temple. She had been Volunteering at rhe Temple for two years. 

Alec stood up on the stage “Everyone, i would like to make a toast.”  he holds his glass up “Eventhough i’ve only known Lucy fir roughly seven months i;ve known about her almost hte whole time she has lived in brooklyn. This night is about love. I would Like to congratualte Oliver and LUcy on their upcoming Wedding.” he looked at the young woman “Lucy, You love deeply and strong and may life never ruin that for you.”

“When did you become so wise?” she said half joking

“Spending a lot of Time with Magnus I suppose.”  he responded, he winced slightly as she hugged him he had never beenvery emotional person, until he had met Magnus. “I think if you had been younger and your father had really died. Magnus may have adopted you.” he said 

Simon “Lucy, thanks for inviting me to the party.”

“No problem,  I remembered you were easy to talk to when Alec took me to watch the gig your band was playing.” sge grinned as she saw Simon trying to flirt with with one of Oliver’s cousins. “Simon, go over there and talk to her. She’s illustrates graphic novels. i only know because she went to the same art school as Oliver and I did.”

Oliver “Did you just encourage a vampire to talk to my cousin?”

“He’s a Shadowhunter now. don’t ask me. and officially you are not supposed to know about these things.” she whispered aftter they danced he took the microphone

Oliver “I would like to say a few word about hte wonderful woman who had agreed to be my wife. Lucero Anastasia Marie Collins.” he smiled “You;ve always had a light around you.”.  about twenty minutes later You were determined to protect me eventhough you needed protecting. I didn;t mind spending couple nights in Jail if it meant keeping those guys from hurting you.”

Magnus remembered that day, it was shortly after they had started college and the two people in Questiion had heard rumors that Oliver fought in Cage matches when he was 15. and had tried to gode him into fighting by grabbing Lucy, by that point they had started sharing an apartment. Oliver had been able to control his anger until they had physically grapped Lucy;s wrost and tried to kidnap her. That was hte first time he had acknowledged the true bond Lucy and Oliver had formed. when he was that age.

Two Days later in Magnus’s Loft “Don’t worry the wards in the guest room will keep her from hearing us.” Magnus said

“Does Oliver.....” before Quentin could complete the sentence

Oliver smiled at Lucy and then looked at the older man and held her hand “Yes I know about the secrets this city hides. only because Lucy wanted to know if she could trust m so she told me the truth.”

Lucy “Magnus, Oliver will you leave me alone with my father for a few minutes.” they nodded and left her alone in the room with him “If i didnlt believe it would cause unneccessary damages. i would punch you. grandmother told me about Genevieve before she died. She told me About Galen too. You could have brought her here sooner where she has a family. insreaf of just leaving the country with hardly even word for almost damned years. You can claim it was to protect me.  It was to protect yourself. Does Genevive know you’re werewolf she;s cleary intelligent because she is a collins.” she takes a deep breathe and does a short meditative chant. “I’ve said my piece. I am inviting genevieve to the wedding. but unless you can prove to me i can trust you, Dad. I don’t want you near me or them.”

Quentin “I can control my shifting. i  you want to punch me you can. I feel likei deserve it. You;ve built a life here without me and I can accept that.” before he could form another sentence he felt the wind knocked out him by swift punch in the stomach. “someone’s been taught self defense.”

“Oliver was once member of fight club in art school and he taught me a few moves in case i am ever alone i nthe city and have no place to run to. by the way the muttenchops are little weird looking. you look like the quentin you were named after.”  she looked at him “Let Genie Sleep. You’ve put that child through enough today. You plunked her into the center of family drama and taken her from everything she has ever known. Hurry you fool hurry and go, save me your speeches i donlt want to know, go go!”

In the next room “Did she really just quote Jesus Christ Superstar to get him to leave.” Oliver said Magnus nodded

“She likely punched him in the stomach too. She’s relatively even tempered but she has a lot of pent up frustration when it comes to him. he left town. right before her their family was killed.  You ran into him france when you were taking your trip around hte world before you started college.”

“I thought he looked familiar.” when they heard the door close and lock they went into the living room and he hugged her. she was shaking. “it is okay. So galen is your brother?”

“Your years before meeting my mother he slept with Gabriel’s wife and the result was Galen Lee Collins. It was just easy for granddad to tell people that Galen was gabriel’s son because Galen was the youngest and no one would question it.” 

Magnus “if the choice is made after Alexander and I get married. we can become guardians to your sister. for now we all need sleep.”

a few months later at Alec and magnus’s wedding 

Lucy smiled as she watched them kiss. She could live without her father in her life she knew magnus, and hte other men in her life would always protect her.  

“Save the make out session for the honeymoon guys.” Jace said

Izzy “Jace!” 

Later During the reception 

Lucy “i would like to toast the grooms. Although  I haven’t known Alec that long i can see that Magnus makes him happy.” she paused “I first met Magnus Bane Ten years ago i was exploring hte woods near Collinwood.  hortly after the death of my grandmother.  and Magnus made flowers native to france magically grow in the woods and i showed him my mother’s grave. he gave me necklace to summon him anytime i needed help. Thank you for aving me and being my friend and guardian. Alec i;ve only known for a few years and he saved my live one day.”

“At least tell the story properly, Lu.” Alec said, “i was doing my shadowhunter duties chasing down a demon and the demon was dangerously close to her. and i knew who she was because Magnus talked about her like a father talks about his child. So i knew what she looked like. I yelled out her name and pished her out of the way of the demon and after i was done dispatching Lucy and I went somewhere for something to eat.” he paused “she somehow knew who i was.” Alec said “We’ve been friends ever since.”

Later that night during the wedding reception Lucy, and few other ended up singing karaoke in the corner of the room. 

Magnus “Lucy thinks of me as more of a father than her father.  Alec, iwant to adopt and start a family. Caterina has few kids she hasnlt been able to place & Lucy’s sister needs a place to stay.”

“We will discuss this after our honeymoon and after Lucy’s wedding. Okay.”  he kissed him as they danced

To Be Continued.....