#dyfam

[queenbeelopez]

Text:Dyltana

Santana:Hey Dylan.. I can't talk long because I have to go inside and talk to Chris. I just wanted to let you know that I'm not coming to the party.. I'm sorry..

[photographercbarker]

Are you still friends with Rachel?

I haven’t seen Rachel in a hot minute, pretty sure she moved or something along those lines.

[writerrose]

text📲Sam

Sam: Hi.. I seen a pink rose at the store and.. it made me think of you.. I mean you and Allison. I know you guys love them. She misses you by the way... uh I hope you are okay.

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Marley: Hi.

Marley: Yeah, both of us do. I miss her, too. Im okay.

Marley: Are you okay?

[franciswilloughby]

High school seniors Armie Hammer and Timothée Chalamet meet during Saturday detention. One of them is a badass troublemaker who fucks around, sneaks out at night, gets high a lot and frequently finds himself serving out his disciplinary sentence in the school library on the weekend. The other is a nerdy virgin who has never broken school rules before or defied his parents. The sparks (and the high school fic tropes) fly!

CHAPTER 8

[renn-harel]

HEY GUYS ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE IVE SCREAMED THIS BUT GUESS WHAT IM FUCKING DYFAM TRASH SO EVERYONE ALL OF MY NEW FOLLOWERS GO READ @panfictional’s DYFAM AU ITS BEAUTIFUL

[artislifeevans]

IIBrothers,Above EverythingII Sam and Dylan

Tagging—> Sam Evans and Dylan Young featuring Allison, Richard, and Renee mentioning Trey, Charice, and Mercedes

When: 6:00pm September 18th

Where: New York

General notes: Dylan goes to spend time with his family before his father and sister have to go back to Ohio. Only to find out Sam was the one to help Trey with the proposals.

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Dylan: was happy to excited to be able to come over to see his dad and Renee before they had to go back to Ohio with Alison. He had so much on his mind to the point that he did anything and everything to avoid his feelings about Charice remarrying. He just wanted to ignore it, because ignoring it, meant that he didn’t have to deal with it. And to be honest that was fine with him. All he wanted to focus on now, was his job, his kids and his father, sister, and brother. And that’s exactly what he was gonna do today. He even told his father that he would like it if they didn’t talk about Charice today. He just wanted to have a good day before having to leave to grade more papers. Which his father obviously agreed to. He made his way up the steps that lead to Sam’s front door. He was so glad that Sam finally decided to get a house because he didn’t live that far away from him now. He opened the door to go inside, closing the door behind him “Dad?” He called out. “I’m in here Dilly!” Richard replied. Dylan walked into the kitchen to see Richard and Renee cooking. “Hey guys!” Dylan greeted, giving Renee a hug and kiss on her cheeks. He gave Richard a side hug, “Hey Dad! Where is Sammy?” He asked. Richard chuckled “Your sister is talking to Ari and Sam is in the living room”

Dylan: nodded “okay! I’m gonna go see him!” He said quickly going toward the double doors that was Sam’s movie room. He went to open the door, but stopped when he head Sam talking on the phone. He was trying to figure out who Sam was laughing with. But then Trey’s voice filled the large room. Dylan knew Trey and Sam were friends and it didn’t bother him. He just wanted to see what they were talking about, especially when he heard Charice’s name.

Sam: laughed as Trey was telling him about his night with Charice, smiling softly when Trey thanked him for his help. “No problem man! I’m glad that I could help! More importantly I’m glad that she said yes” he chuckled. He sat down on the couch and nodded his head when Trey let him go “Alright. see you soon” he said hanging up his phone.

Dylan: was trying not to get upset with Sam for helping Trey with the proposal. But at the same time all he kept thinking about was how Sam could do that to hi.m. But he quickly realize he wasn’t being fair. “Ugh get over yourself Dylan.. it’s not Sam’s fault” he mumbled,’walking into the living room “Hey Bro!” He said plastering a smile on his face.

Sam:quickly got up to run to his brother, giving up a big hug.”Hey! I’m glad you could come” he smiled, walking them over to the couch to sit down.“I just got off the phone with Trey.” He said obvious from the fact that Dylan still had feelings for Charice.

Dylan returned the hug, trying his best not to roll his eyes at the mentioning of Trey’s name. Don’t get him wrong, he didn’t hate Trey. He just didn’t want to think about Charice and her marrying someone that was him. Because it was only gonna upset him. But the way he was trying to keep himself calm. It was a little to late “Oh yeah! I heard! I also heard that you helped with the proposal” asked Dylan

Sam: raised an eyebrow at Dylan’s tone “Yeah.. I did! What’s the problem?” He asked.

Dylan:shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly “well I mean you only known him for a year Sam… it’s kind of weird that you’re willing to help your ex sister in laws new boyfriend with a Proposal. That’s what he has other friends for! Not my brother..” He said trying to hide his anger but was losing. The anger in his face turned into sad nice. And that was the last thing he wanted it to do.

Sam: was trying to figure out why Dylan was so mad about him helping Trey. As far as Sam knew Trey and Dlyan got along just fine and he wasn’t like Dylan still had feelings fo- nah it couldn’t be possible. Dylan would have been loud and clear if he was still in love with Charice. They both had moved on… but then again.. Dylan just broke it off with Jennie. And the way Dylan was looking at him, he looked as if was more sad than angry. “Wait.. you’re not mad that I helped Trey because we are friends.. you’re mad because.. you still have feelings for Charice.. don’t you?” Sam asked as he got up from his spot. He already knew the answer just from the way that Dylan’s face fell.

Dylan: shook his head, trying to hold back his emotions, but his heart was completely broken. The woman that he can’t live without was marrying someone else and he didn’t have a choice but to accept it. “It’s not like I didn’t fight it Sam.”

Sam: sighed, placing his hand on his brother’s back. “Why didn’t you say anything? To her at least?” He asked

Dylan chuckled bitterly“The same reason why you couldn’t tell Mercedes your feelings for her” he retorted, quickly shaking his head “I’m sorry..” he whispered

Sam: shook his head, waving off the apology “No it’s fine.. and you know what? I wish I would have said something.. maybe I would be with her right now.” He said honestly, “But because I was a coward.. I’m here… learning how to live without her”

Dylan: sadly smiled “You’re doing a good job Sammy.. I hope you know that I’m proud of you and how far you have come.. who knew you could be so matured” he chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Sam’s cheeks.

Sam: playfully rolled his eyes, smacking Dylan’s hands away. “Hey watch the cheeks Dilly” he chuckled, but turned serious. “Are you willing and ready to sit back and let her get married? I mean shouldn’t she at least know how you feel?” He asked

Dylan: licked his lips, rubbing his fingers through his curly hair “Sam.. I don’t deserve to feel this way about her. After everything I had put her through… she deserves to be happy..” he whispered sadly, sitting back down on the couch.

Sam: shook his head, smacking Dylan in the back of the head “you’re still not answering my question. Are you seriously gonna go ahead and let her go.. without telling her how you feel”

Dylan:hissed in pain “Ow! You jerk” he said rubbing his neck,punching Sam in the arm “asswipe!”

Sam: hissed dramatically, before rolling his eyes “you hit like a girl!” He said smacking Dylan in the back of the head again “answer the question!”

“Sam stop it!” Dylan growled

Sam: shrugged his shoulders, hitting his big brother again “your dodging brother! Answer the question. And I’ll stop” he said hitting Dylan over and over again, like the annoying little brother again

Dylan: was trying to smack Sam’s hands away from him but he was too slow. “Damn it Theodore Samuel Evans!!!” He groaned thinking by using his full name Sam would know to stop. But Sam didn’t stop, he kept hitting him until Dylan had enough and quickly pushed Sam off the couch, he felt a little guilty when he seen that Sam hit his shoulder on the coffee table “ Damn it Sam!!!!!..I told you! She is obviously happy with Trey! Because she said yes to marry him”

Sam knew he pushed his brother a little hard, but he only did it because it was the only way to get some kind of reaction out of him. He winced a little when he moved his shoulder away from the coffee table “Yeah.. Bu-“

Dylan: scoffed, looking down at his brother who was now sitting up on the floor “But nothing Sam! I did a lot of bullshit to her that if she took me back. I would have her committed!”

“I mean we all would..” Sam chuckled

Dylan:kicks Sam’s leg, giving him a hard glare

Sam: quickly cleared his throat when Dylan side eyed him and kicked him “sorry” he said softly

Dylan: rolled his eyes, “you know what this is pointless! I didn’t come over here to talk about this! I came over to hang out with my brother! Who feels the need to now be my therapist!” He said grabbing his things “you know what Sam.. if i wanted to talk to a therapist I would have called Chris!” He yelled. He knew he was being dramatic and he also knew that everything Sam was saying was true. He just didn’t want to admit it. “Call me when you want to be my brother again!” He said as he walked toward the door.

Sam tried to reach out for Dylan, only for Dylan to jerk away from him, heading toward the door m. He sighed heavily as he got off the floor “Dylan.. you know more than anyone that Charice doesn’t like when people make decisions for her and that’s exactly what you will be doing if you don’t at least tell her!.. Look at me.. I didn’t te-“ he said walking toward his brother,m.

Dylan quickly turning away to face his little brother with anger in his eyes causing Dylan to stop.. He wasn’t really mad at Sam, he was more mad at himself then anything. He wished he could go back and changed everything bad that he ever did to Charice.Because he wouldn’t be going through this. He would be with his wife, living a happy good life. But yet here he is,watching his ex wife move on with out and he honestly didn’t know how he was going to be able to deal with it. And Sam speaking the cold hard truth was the last thing he wanted to hear right now “I’m not you, Sam! This isn’t me not telling her because I’m too scared! I’m not telling her because she is finally freaking happy and who am I to break that up” he said harshly.

Sam: he was getting really tired of Dylan snapping at him. He was just trying to point out what he himself wished he would have told himself before everything blew up in his own face chuckled lightly, placing his hand on Dylan’s shoulder. “I hate to break it to you big brother! But this is exactly the same!” He shrugged “you think you’re doing this selfless thing by letting her be happy! But honestly bro you’re NOT! You’re fucking scared that she might reject you! And you know what Dylan? So what if she does! At least it will be her decision to move on from you!” He yelled.

Dylan faces dropped, he was tired of trying to hold his tears so he finally allowed himself to cry “why you keep pushing me? Huh? Don’t you like Trey?” He whispered sadly

Sam: face soften when Dylan mentioned Treys name. He knows some people would side eye him or think he was being two-faced for helping Trey and then turning around to tell him brother he should fight for Charice. Sam really did like Trey. He was a good man who always kept a smile on Charice's face. But at the same time Dylan was his brother, and from experience he knew hold feelings back wasn’t not only good for him but the other person who was involved. “I do like Trey.. he is my friend.. but you.. you’re my brother and I love you… I’m not saying ruin their relationship. I’m saying to at least tell her how you’re feeling.. and if she still chose Trey.. at least you can say you tried!” He said softly, seeing the pain in his brothers eyes. He cupped Dylan’s face, thumbing away his brothers tears ““Don’t you see Dilly… I don’t want you to wake up and realize you should have fought harder or you should have at least told her how you felt.. because trust me.. those thoughts never fully go away.” He said softly

Dylan was trying so hard to keep a strong face. He didn’t want to lose it completely. He knew he didn’t have a right to be sad because of everything he had done to Charice in the past. He felt like this was his karma coming back to bite him in the ass. But the more he kept thinking about how much he loved Charic, how much he missed her, how much he just really wanted his family back together. The more he realized he couldn’t hold his emotions back anymore. “I-I just want her back Sammy..” he choked

Sam:didn’t want to push him anymore, everything that he wanted to know. He pretty much got his answer. He wasn’t gonna push him to tell Charice how he felt right now. Right now he just wanted his brother to see that he was here and he wasn’t going to go anywhere. He sadly nodded when Dylan said he wanted Charice back “I know” he whispered, pulling his brother into a hug“I know Dill” he said rubbing Dylan’s back.

Dylan: sadly wrapped his arms around his younger brother tightly. He didn’t intend on crying the way that he was. But it felt good to let his emotions out and just allow himself to be sad about the situation. He wasn’t sure what he was going to tell Charice about his feels or not. But he was silently thanking god for an amazing brother as Sam. “I love you Sam” he whispered.

Sam: chuckled patting his brothers back “I love you too Dilly. Even though you are old” he teased.

Dylan: rolled his eyes, gently pushing him away “Hey! You know your about to be 30, you brat!”

Sam: pushes Dylan “no your a brat! Jackass!”

“Dummy”

“Your mom!”

“Hey! My mom is dead!”

“Andddd so is mine, jerk!” Sam shoves once again.

“Well mine died of cancer!” He yelled, shoving his big brother again, quickly

putting him in ahead lock.

Sam: groaned, hitting his brothers arms “oh yeah! Well mine died in a airplane accident!” He grunted, struggling to get out the head lock.

“Are we really trying to up one on each as far as her mother’s death goes?” He said letting out a small chuckle, tightening his grip.

“You started it. said Sam, once again trying to get out of Dylan’s grasp. He moved his hand enough to reach up and twist Dlyan’s nipple causing the older to let go, meaning in pain “Hey that hurt!” Dylan pouted looking inside of shirt to make sure there weren’t any marks left.

Sam: chuckled “that’s what your mom said when she gave birth to your big head” he teased, getting the knot out of his neck.

Dylan: shoves Sam once again “I wouldn’t be talking fish lips” Laughed Dylan, making fish lips at Sam.

Sam: scoffed, pushing Dylan back so hard that he knocked off the expensive vase that Mercedes had bought Sam when he first moved to California.Sam: gasped “Hey! You broke Cedes Vase!” Groan, walking over to pick up the pieces. “Shit Cedes is gonna kill! She spent a lot of money on it!” He said sadly. The vase meant a lot to Sam. Mercedes wanted Sam to feel like California was home. So she brought him an old antique vase of the city of Ohio painted around it. It was something that Sam made sure to take care of because it reminded him of where he came from and more importantly it reminded of him.

Dylan: sighed “I’m sorry! But if you didn’t push me like a five year old! I wouldn’t have broken it!” He pointed out, seeing that Sam was really upset about it “Hey! We can always get another one… Mercedes won’t ever have to know.” He suggested.

Sam:sighed sadly, picking up the pieces, tossing it in the trash “Yeah.. B-But she gave me THIS one” he sighed. He didn’t want to replace it like it didn’t mean anything to him. But at the same time he didn’t want her to know what happened. It would upset her. “I mean I guess I can go on the website and buy a brand new” he Whispered. Sam stood up from his spot. “How about we go see what Dad is cooking dinner huh?” He said wrapping his arm around Dylan’s shoulders. Sam looked straight ahead, quickly stopping in his tracks as his eyes laid on their eight year old sister who had her iPhone in her hand and a big smirk on her face.

Dylan chuckled nervously “U-Uh heyyyyyy Alley… h-how long have you been standing there.”

Allison:giggled at the shocked expression on her big brothers faces “oh long enough to film you guys breaking aunt Cedes favorite vase” she said “Hey Siri can you send this video to Aunt Cedes” she said hearing Siri repeating her request asking Alley if she wanted to send it now.

Sam: squinted his eyes at his little sister “Allison I swear on everything if you send that. I will kill you and all of your bears that Uncle Chris and Aunt Brittany has ever bought you!”

Allison: gasped dramatic, followed by a laugh “you wouldn’t! Because you know uncle Chris would be very upset with you!” She pointed out.

Sam: looked at his in disgust “What kind of monster are you!!!” He asked dramatically.

Dylan:shook his head and stopped Sam from attacking their eight year old sister Well.. you did create her” he shrugged, earning a shove from Sam. “Listen.. Alley.. if you send that.. Mercedes will very sad.. that meant a lot to her… you want her to be sad do you?” He asked sweetly. He looked over at Sam and winked hoping and praying that the guilt trip would work.

Allison: tucked her lips as if she was thinking long and hard about what she was about to do. Don’t get her wrong she loved Cedes and never wanted her sad. But she loved messing with her big brothers, especially Sam. “Mmmmm no.. I don’t want Cedes ever to be sad.”

Sam and Dylan both sighed in relief, placing there hand on their chest as if they were about to have a heart attack.

Allison: smirked “But! Getting Sammy in trouble would be so much fun! Especially since he got me in trouble with Daddy last week… I mean it would make us even Sammy”

Sam: gasped dramatically, getting ready to storm toward the eight year old, only for Dylan to hold him back, “Sam.. she’s only eight.. besides she is bluffing….she knows if she sends that.. she’ll get in trouble with Dad” he whispered before turning “give me the phone Allison” he said sternly causing the eight year old to shake her head “No can do Silly Dilly” she giggled.

Sam: rolled his eyes at his older brother trying to be stern with Allison. He knew that it wouldn’t work it would only add more fuel to the fire. But he was kind of amused how Dylan “father of the year” was trying to handle it. Dylan’s kids for the most part listened to him. So it’s funny to see how Dylan handles a child that doesn’t listen. Sure he was still worried about the vase. But if Allison could get a rise out of Dylan, it would be a little worth it.

Dylan: glared at his sister, thinking that the looks alone would have her scared “Allison Young! You bring me that phone this instant!” He said again with a deeper voice this time.

Allison: rolled her eyes at her eldest brother. “Make me!” She shrugged.

Sam: chuckled lightly at how red his brother was getting from anger “Yeah! Dilly” he nodded toward their sister “make her” He snickered, earning a glare “Too soon? Got it” he chuckled.

Dylan: eyes widen at the sassy that Allison was giving him. He walked toward her, Kneeling down to her eye level. “What. Did.You.Say?” He asked slowly.

Sam: decided to pull out his phone to video tape this and also let his the gang see it via live. He heard Chris and Mercedes asking what’s going on “you’ll see” he said softly focusing the camera on Allison and Dylan.

Allison:decided after realizing how bad Sam could get in trouble with Cedes. she decided that she wasn’t really going to send the video. But she wasn’t going to tell Dylan that. Messing with him, was too much fun right now. Especially since he looked like he was about to pop a vein. “I. Said.make. Me.” She said giggled, winking at Sam. She turned her attention to her brother “okay.. fine.. I’ll give it to you Bubba.. Buttttt” She said pushing Dylan on the floor. “You have to catch me first” she said, quickly running out of the room.

Dylan: hit the floor, looking at sister “why you little” he groaned, getting up as quickly as he can, taking off running after her. “I’m too old for this crap” he breathed “your gonna be a big brother! They said! It’s gonna be fun! They said!” He yelled loudly, now chasing his sister around the big hall way of Sam’s house. “THEY LIED!!!! ALLISON GET YOUR BUTT BACK HERE” He screeched, feeling his hamstring trying to pull “I’m too old for this!” He said hearing his sister laughing as loud as she could.

Sam:couldn’t help but laugh as he watched his brother running back and forth, trying to catch Allison. You can Dylan tell that old age was getting the best of Dylan. That and not working out. Because Sam would have been able to catch her by now “wow Dylan can run for an old person!” He chuckled, moving the camera so everyone can see what was going on. He could hear them all laughing. Richard comes running out of the room to see what was going on. He sighed seeing that once again Allison made Dylan made enough to run after her. He walked over to Sam who was filming it, wrapping an arm around his son “son? Why is your brother trying to run a marathon after your sister?” He whispered, seeing Dylan about to collapse.

Sam:chuckled, “Allison recorded something that could get him and I in trouble.. with someone.. and Dylan is trying to get her phone so he can delete it” Sam shrugged as he continue to film it. Richard shook his head, “ALLISON!” Her fathered yelled loud enough for her to hear him. The eight year old stopped in her tracks, only to run toward her father “yes daddy?” She asked sweetly.

Dylan: was trying to reach for her, only to fall out onto the floor, trying to catch his breath.

Sam and Richard, both tried not to laugh but when they heard the gang busted out laughing they couldn’t hold it anymore”You alright Dill?” Richard asked.

Dylan: pointed his finger at his father with sweat running down face “Don’t start old man! I have a way to get you. In.. the. Nursing. Homeee” he breathed out each word slowly. “Your. Daughter. Is evil. Just. Like him” he said pointing at Sam “I’m the only sane child you have!”

Sam: shook his head and chuckled “no sane person would chase after an eight year like that grandpa” he teased, hearing the group laugh along with him. “Alright guys.. that’s all I wanted you to see. Cedes I’ll text you later” he said, hanging up once everyone logged off.

Richard: held out his hand “Alley phone!” He said sternly

Allison: sighed, handing her father the phone “I wasn’t gonna send it. I was just messing with Dilly!” She said honestly, watching her father, looking at the video and then deleting it.

Dylan: raises his head up, feeling a little hurt “Hey! Why?” He asked.

Allison: shrugged and smiled “because it’s fun.. plus you chase me!” He said honestly.

Dylan: wanted to be mad at her. Especially now that he was in pain from chasing her. But he had to admit it was fun and he always loved hearing her laugh. But he just wasn’t gonna let her know that. He got up from his spot slowly, letting out little grunts and groans. “I’m gonna. Uh.. take a hot shower.. maybe it will make me joints stop hurting” he mumbled as he walked up the stairs.

Richard: waiting until Dylan went upstairs before speaking again “Alley.. I know you wanna play with Bubba.. but just be careful okay and by the way.. it’s not nice to film people without their knowledge” he said looking at Sam, then back at Allison. They both put their head down and sigh “sorry Dad”

Richard: shook his head, trying not to laugh at how much alike Sam and Allison was. “If only your mother was here to see you two together” he chuckled sadly.

Sam: picked Allison, placing her on his hips “We know Dad” he whispered wrapping his free arm around his father. “She’s with us… in spirit and in Allison” he assured his father. “Group hug?!” He said earning a chuckle from his sister and father “sure!” Richard smiled, wrapping his arms around his kids. “I love you kids! So much” Richard said feeling extra pair of arms around him “I love you too Dilly” he laughed.they all stood there for a minute just hugging and embracing each other. The family has been through a lot of shit throughout the years. But they’re failed to always be there for each other when they needed something.

“Guys! Dinner” Renee yelled from the kitchen.

Once they broke the hug, Sam put Allison down, who decided to run toward the kitchen without saying anything to them. Richard chuckled, patting both of his sons on the back “come on let’s go eat” he whispered softly as he walked past them to go into the kitchen, leaving the brothers alone.

Dylan: grabbed his phone, clicking on Mercedes name to video chat, turning down the volume without Sam noticing. “So Sammy what are you gonna do about Mercedes vase that got broken?” Wrapping his free hand around his brother's shoulders.

Sam: sighed “I hate that it got broken! It meant a lot to me.. but if I didn’t push you as hard as I did. It wouldn’t got broken. I’m just gonna replace it.. I mean she wouldn’t be able to tell the difference right!?” He asked earning a modded from Dylan “besides what she doesn’t know won’t kill her” he shrugged.

Dylan: smirked, raising his phone, showing Sam that Mercedes pretty much head everything “what the hell Dylan!” He yelled.

Dylan:giggles like a little child at the playground “Karma is bitch Sammy!” He said laughing at how white Sam’s face was when his eyes landed on Mercedes.

Sam: eyes widen, but quickly laughed nervously “H-Hey Cedes… Dylan was just playing a joke on you.. ummm you like pretty by the way! Umm have to go now! Bye!” He said turning off the phone. Sam glared at his brother “oh you are dead!” Growled Sam, walking dangerously toward Dylan.

Dylan: knew at that moment he really did mess up. Just from the Sam was looking at him. “U-Uh Dad! H-Help” he shouted as he took off running, with Sam right behind him.

Richard: gets up from the table to see what Dylan was yelling about, only to find them now at side. He walked toward the window watching Dylan running around, trying to get away from Sam, shaking his head. Dylan locked eyes with father “DAD HELP!” He shouted. Richard shook his head no, he wasn’t about to get in the middle of it this time. Especially since he was sure he seen Dylan recording their conversation about the vase. “Man for a 34 year old he can sure run” he chuckled, feeling Renee wrapping her arms around his waist. “Richie.. maybe you should stop it” she said softly, feeling sorry for Dylan who looked even more exhausted then he did when he was chasing Allison. Richard tilted his head, as he watched Sam pounce and Dylan, causing them both to fall on in the mud. “Do I have to?” He chuckled, not taking his eyes off his two sons. “You have to admit.. this is entertaining” he shrugged. Renee sighed, letting out a smile giggle at the sight in front of her. She was honest happy to see Sam so happy and so comfortable with his now older brother. Same goes with Dylan. They both have come a long way to get to the place that they are in. And she was just happy to see them both laughing. They both dealt with a lot of personal mistakes and it was good to see that they had each other for support. Renee watched Sam go from being angry with Dylan To now they were laughing at the fact they were both covered in mud. “Well maybe we can.. sit this one out.” She said softly “come on.. let’s finish up dinner…” she whispered, interlacing her fingers with his, leading him back to the dining room with Allison. Richard smiled, glancing back to see that the brothers were still sitting on the ground just talking and laughing“Yeah they are gonna be okay, Mary and Angie” he whispered, looking down to see Renee smiling at him. He kissed her forehead, before letting her go so they could sit back down. Richard sit down to finish his food with a smile on his face. He knew Dylan was still having a hard time with the fact that Charice was remarried, but he was sure that if it was meant to be they will find their way back to each other. Just like he was sure Dylan and Sam would find a common ground with each other. And they did. And now they are closer than ever. Richard couldn’t be more proud of how mature they both are now. He just hope they never lose that again, because after all they were always gonna be brothers above everything else.

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[dancingbpierces]

I hate the friends already they already on my last nerves. Brittany need to see a therapist and let them help her out

OOC: Hahah they haven’t done anything yet... lol lol Well isn’t gonna be that bad to the point that she needs therapy.. but she will need to find an outlet to unleash her anger.. but for right now.. she is just willing to bottle it up..

[musicprincess655]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

“Hey.”

“Mmm?”

“Maybe this isn’t such a good idea after all.”

Eijun gave Miyuki a look. They would be pulling into the station at Nagano in less than five minutes.

“It’s…a little late for you to back out?” Eijun said. “There’s not another train back to Tokyo until tomorrow.”

“You can ask your family whether there are witches somewhere without me,” Miyuki said, stubbornly looking out the window.

“You were the one who said I might not be the best person to look for hidden magic because I’m used to them and I won’t notice anything different,” Eijun pointed out.

Miyuki grumbled, still fixed firmly out the window.

“Miyuki? What is this really about?” Eijun asked. Miyuki ignored him. “Kazuya?”

Miyuki jerked. His given name was a new superpower for Eijun. He was trying not to overuse it, because as soon as Miyuki got used to it, the superpower would go away. Eijun had only used it twice before now, and one was to see if it really worked.

“We’ve been dating for a week,” Miyuki said. Eijun could just see a blush on the edge of his cheek, despite how hard Miyuki was looking away to hide it. “I need more time to prepare for meeting your parents.”

“That’s what you’re worried about?” Eijun asked. He’d been worried it was something serious. “You’ll be fine. And you’ve already met my dad.”

“Not as your…” Miyuki looked around and lowered his voice. “Not as your boyfriend.”

“Why are we whispering?” Eijun asked, trying to bring his voice down to Miyuki’s level, not that he knew why. Sure, there were always some assholes, but most people didn’t blink at a gay couple. Gay marriage was legal, and with magic in the world, there were so many different kinds of couples that two guys together was the least of anyone’s worries.

Not that either Miyuki or Eijun was technically gay, but still.

“I…” Miyuki sighed. “I don’t know. What if they don’t like me?”

“My parents?” Eijun asked. Miyuki nodded furiously. “My dad already likes you. He thinks you’re a good, responsible senpai. I don’t know how you tricked him into thinking that, by the way. There’s no way my grandpa won’t like you if my dad likes you. And my mom won’t have a problem with you as long as you don’t break anything.”

“Why would you say that?” Miyuki hissed. “Now I’m definitely gonna break something and she’ll hate me.”

“I was trying to make a joke.” Miyuki didn’t look amused. “Look, no matter what my parents think of you, it’s not gonna change how I feel about you.” Miyuki opened his mouth to continue worrying. “But for what it’s worth, they’re definitely gonna like you.”

Miyuki didn’t look convinced.

“I don’t have to introduce you as my boyfriend,” Eijun offered. “You can just be my senpai if you want.”

“I don’t want you to lie to your family.”

“I’ll be honest, I’m not really sure what you want me to do.”

Miyuki muttered something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like put me out of my misery now but any further panicking was cut off by the train pulling into the station. Eijun stood, shouldering his bag, pulling Miyuki out of his seat. The pasty color Miyuki was turning wasn’t inspiring confidence.

Eijun’s dad was the only one waiting for them when they stepped off the train. He swept Eijun up in a hug as soon as they were close enough.

“It’s good to have you back kiddo,” he said. “Miyuki-kun, it’s good to see you again.”

“Thank you for having me, Sawamura-san,” Miyuki replied, bowing his head slightly. Eijun had seen Miyuki Kazuya play many roles, but model senpai had never been one of them.

“Your mom’s running your grandpa ragged back at home,” Dad told him, a glint in his eyes. “She’s real excited to meet one of your friends from school.”

“She’s not going overboard, is she?” Eijun asked. Even though he’d mostly taken after his dad’s personality, he’d gotten his tendency to hover right from his mother, and even he could admit that got annoying sometimes. Miyuki didn’t need anything more piling on if he was already fretting.

“I make no promises,” Dad said, smiling fondly. “We should probably get on the road before she outcooks the school bake sale.”

Eijun didn’t doubt the distinct possibility that she might. His mother could be a real force of nature when she wanted to be.

The truck was waiting for them outside the train station. Eijun smiled at the familiar rusty spots. It was an old piece of shit, but it refused to die, and he respected it for that.

“Hope you’re okay with sitting in the middle, Miyuki-kun,” Dad said. “Shortest has to go there so I can see out the back.”

Miyuki made a face about that comment behind his back, and Eijun snickered. They climbed into the truck, squishing a little to fit three grown men in. Eijun rested his hand on Miyuki’s knee out of habit. Miyuki smacked it off.

Eijun glared at him.

“What?”

The discovery that they were telepathic now that they were partners had been interesting, to say the least. They hadn’t quite figured it out, though. Outside of the heat of battle, it took almost too much concentration and energy. Emotions and short phrases were all they could manage.

“Tell them first.” Miyuki gave him a matching glare.

“Tell them what?”

“We’re boyfriends.”

Luckily, Eijun got the message, because he was getting a headache just from that short exchange. Miyuki wanted to make sure they could tell his parents they were dating before his parents figured it out on their own. Eijun guessed that was fair.

It was hard to focus on anything except Miyuki’s shoulder digging into his own every time he breathed. They would be a lot more comfortable if Eijun could stretch his arm along the back of the seat, or even wrap it around Miyuki’s shoulders and pull him into his side…

But he’d wait until they got home so he could properly introduce Miyuki as his boyfriend.

Eijun’s grandpa was sitting out on the porch when they got to the porch.

“Did Momoko finally scare you off?” Dad asked. Grandpa grimaced.

“That wife of yours is something else,” he complained. “You go explain to her that the prime minister isn’t visiting.”

“Do I even want to know?” Dad asked.

“You try walking in the kitchen,” Grandpa challenged. “She’s cooked enough to feed a small army.”

“Then we eat well tonight,” Dad grinned. “Momoko! Stop hiding in the kitchen, the boys are here!”

There was a small sound from the depths of the house, and then Eijun’s mom appeared, drying her hands on a dish towel.

“Eijun!” she smiled, opening her arms for a hug. Eijun fell into them gratefully. “And this must be Miyuki-kun.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Sawamura-san,” Miyuki said, putting his fake polite face on.

“It’s good to finally have a face to put with the name,” Mom said, smiling that smile that meant she was about to say something embarrassing. “Eijun’s told us so much about you.”

“Mom!”

“What?” She gave him a sly smile. “You have.”

Miyuki gave him a sideways look that said have you now? Eijun shot a look back at him that was the facial equivalent of the middle finger.

“I’m sure you boys must be hungry after taking the train and going to class all day,” Mom said. “We can have dinner now, just drop your stuff in Eijun’s room.”

Miyuki followed Eijun through the house to his old bedroom. He looked with interest at the posters on the walls, scanning over the pictures of Eijun with his high school friends and the interesting articles he’d put up.

Speaking of which…

Eijun tried to subtly rip one off before Miyuki saw it. Of course, the tanuki bastard didn’t miss much.

“What was that?”

“What was what?”

“I literally just watched you rip something off the wall.”

Eijun really should crumple the article and shove it in his pocket, but he didn’t want to destroy it.

“Nothing!”

Miyuki was fast, though, and just as strong as Eijun, even though he didn’t have a height advantage anymore. He very nearly ripped the paper out of Eijun’s hands, and it was fear of tearing that made Eijun let go.

“Is this…me?” Rather than the sly smirk Eijun had expected this to bring, Miyuki was turning as red as a tomato.

“I wanted to do some research after you helped me before I started at Seidou!” Eijun protested. He could feel a blush in his cheeks as well.

“You’ve had a crush on me for that long?”

“It wasn’t a crush back then!” Eijun fumed. “Drop your stuff on the bed and let’s go eat.”

Eijun let his own bag fall on the futon. He’d worry about putting stuff away later.

“Are you planning on sleeping on that?”

“I’m not making you take the futon, you’re my guest,” Eijun said, because his mother had taught him manners, thank you very much.

“I’m not taking your bed while you sleep on the floor.”

“Look, just…you know what? I’m not having this argument with you right now,” Eijun said. Somehow, it felt like they were just stalling. Despite how much Eijun had reassured Miyuki that his parents would like him, he was starting to get nervous. He wanted his parents to like Miyuki too.

Grandpa hadn’t been kidding. Mom really had cooked enough to feed a small army. Eijun sat gratefully at the table, Miyuki more reserved beside him.

“I wasn’t sure what you liked, Miyuki-kun, so I made a little bit of everything,” Mom said. “I hope there’s something you can eat.”

“It all looks wonderful, Sawamura-san,” Miyuki said.

“Thanks for the meal!” Eijun said in unison with his father and grandfather. They dug in eagerly. He was going to bring Miyuki home more often if this was the kind of food his mother was going to make for it.

He could feel the tension leaching out of Miyuki’s shoulders as dinner wore on and the world didn’t end. As Eijun had predicted, Dad and Grandpa liked Miyuki on sight. Mom warmed up to him immediately. Dinner conversation was pleasant.

It was when tea was passed around that Eijun decided it was time.

“By the way,” Eijun said, calling everyone’s attention to himself. He gave Miyuki a nudge with his mind to let him know what was coming. “Miyuki and I are dating.”

There was silence for all of five seconds before a hand was slamming into his back.

“You sure have an eye for the pretty ones, don’t you?” Grandpa laughed, smacking him on the back again. “First Wakana-chan, now Miyuki-kun.”

“How long have you two been dating?” Dad asked. “When Miyuki-kun moved in?”

“We weren’t dating then,” Miyuki said. “It’s only been a week.”

“I supposed I don’t have to worry about finding a different place for Miyuki-kun to sleep,” Mom said thoughtfully. “There’s no danger of you getting him pregnant. Wait, there’s not right? Not with magic?”

Her eyes were wide as she stared at Eijun earnestly. He felt like his face was going to melt off.

“No!” he said at the same time as Miyuki. “That’s not…we’re not…we’ve only been dating for a week!”

“That can’t happen anyway!” Miyuki hurried to assure her. “There’s no spell for that!”

“I don’t know!” she said, her hands up. “No one in our family has magic!”

Miyuki jumped on the out.

“Actually, that’s part of the reason we’re here,” Miyuki said. “Well, that I’m here. Are you sure there aren’t any other witches in your family? Cousins, aunts, uncles? It’s unusual for magic to just appear out of nowhere.”

“Not as far as I know,” Mom said, ticking through her fingers like she was ticking through cousins. Eijun and Dad were only children, but Mom had a lot of siblings. Still, Eijun couldn’t think of any of them or their children that were witches.

“Not on our side either,” Dad said, looking to Grandpa for confirmation. “We don’t have as many people to go through, but none of them are witches.”

“Maybe your grandmother’s family had some,” Grandpa offered. “I never met any of her family.”

“None of them?” Eijun asked. Something about that struck him as weird. “Not even her parents?”

“Nobody,” Grandpa confirmed. Nagano was too small a town for that.

“Was she not originally from here?” Eijun asked. He didn’t remember much about his grandmother. She’d died when he was five. But from what he did remember, she seemed like a fixture. He couldn’t imagine her living anywhere else.

Miyuki sat up straighter in interest.

“She moved into town about…oh, it would’ve been around sixty years ago, now,” Grandpa mused, eyes glazing over with memory. “She never did have anyone around her.”

Eijun and Miyuki stared at him.

“That wasn’t so unusual in those days!” he said. “Some young women had to leave everything behind if they wanted their freedom. Laws were different back then. She didn’t like to talk about it, I learned not to ask.”

“I always did wonder why I never met grandparents on her side,” Dad cut in thoughtfully. Grandpa shrugged.

“If her father had wanted to, he probably could have forced her into a marriage she didn’t want,” he said. “I always assumed she ran away from that. I never saw her do magic, though.”

“And that was about sixty years ago?” Miyuki asked. Eijun could practically hear the gears turning in his head. Or…he could literally hear Miyuki’s thoughts moving now, but if he tried to focus in, his head started to pound.

“I’m telling you, this isn’t so weird for the time,” Grandpa insisted. “Nagano is a good place to escape your past. No one comes looking here. But if you’re looking for where your magic came from, it was probably her side of the family.”

No one comes looking here.

Eijun spun those words around in his mind. He got the feeling they lined up with whatever was spinning Miyuki’s gears.

“Sawamura,” Miyuki said as soon as they were in his room, sitting on his bed. “Can you look something up on your phone?”

“Yeah, I can use the internet,” Eijun said, pulling out his phone. “What am I looking up?”

“The Yanagiba clan.” In response to the look Eijun sent him, he continued. “I don’t remember much about them, but they were mentioned in a class I had in high school. I think they’re relevant.”

Eijun tapped it into the search bar and clicked on the first entry that popped up.

“The Yanagiba clan was a family of nature witches based in Fukui prefecture,” he said, reading from the website. “They were wiped out during World War II by surrounding clans due to their tendency to intermarry with a local fae court.”

“Does it say anything about their magic?” Miyuki asked. Eijun could literally feel the excitement rolling off him.

“Not much,” Eijun said, scrolling up and down the page. “Just that they were powerful nature witches because their magic was a blend of witch and fae magic.”

“It fits,” Miyuki said, more to himself than Eijun.

“What fits?”

“A clan of nature witches wiped out a little over sixty years ago?” Miyuki asked. “It would even make sense for your magic to be a blend of witch and fae. You’re definitely a witch, but you’re good at fae things. Shields, tight control of your edges, even visions are more fae things.”

“You think my grandmother was…?”

“A survivor of the Yanagiba clan,” Miyuki finished his thought. “Remember what your grandfather said? No one comes looking in Nagano. What if she was trying to get away from the clans that wiped out hers?”

“It works with my dreams, too,” Eijun realized. “I was seeing a bunch of different kinds of magic attack magic that looked like mine.”

“Does it say anything about survivors?” Miyuki asked. Their heads were pressed together to get a look at the phone screen.

“According to authorities, the entire Yanagiba line was entirely wiped out,” Eijun read. “Nobody else made it out?”

“Sounds like it was a miracle your grandmother made it out,” Miyuki said. “So we can’t prove this is where you came from.”

“I don’t need proof,” Eijun said. “Everything makes sense.”

“It works for now,” Miyuki agreed. “And now that we know you’re more of a witch-fae hybrid, I feel like I understand your magic a lot better.”

Eijun yawned before he could stop himself. He’d been awake for nearly twenty four hours at this point, and as interested as he was, he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“We should go to sleep,” Miyuki suggested. “And you should do it here, because I’m not stealing your bed.”

“Not gonna make you sleep on the floor,” Eijun protested sleepily.

“I never said I was gonna sleep on the floor,” Miyuki said. “We’ve shared beds before.”

It took a minute for Eijun’s sleep deprived brain to catch up, and by the time it did, Miyuki had already beaten him to the bathroom to start brushing his teeth.

By the time they collapsed back into bed, Eijun was most of the way to passed out. The only thing keeping him awake was the thought that this was the first time he and Miyuki had shared a bed just because they wanted to. Usually, he tried to burrow his way under Miyuki for protection, but now, they just drifted off facing each other.

***

He didn’t recognize the cliffs dropping down to meet the sea, and he barely recognized the woman standing in front of them. But then she turned, and he knew her golden eyes.

After all, he’d inherited his from her.

“Grandma,” he said.

“You finally figured it all out,” she said. “Good work.”

“You could’ve just told me,” he complained.

“That’s not how this works,” she said. “Trust me, I wish it was.”

“You were a witch?”

“I was a witch, like my mother before me. With fae specialties, like my father before me,” she said. “We had power, but we didn’t see what was coming for us until it was too late. You know what’s coming for you. Survive where we couldn’t.”

“Will you still warn me?” Eijun asked. “Will I still get visions of the future?”

“Those were never from me,” she said. “You get those all on your own, and you’ll get them now that my work is done.”

“You’re leaving.”

“I was only ever here to tell you what you needed to know,” she told him. “I wish I could’ve had more time with you while I was alive. By the time we found out you’d inherited my magic, I was already fading.”

“Will I ever see you again?” Eijun asked. It seemed a little cruel to get his grandmother back only to lose her again.

“Magic is a funny thing,” she said. “I might not be right in front of you, but remember me, and I’ll never really leave.”

***

Eijun jerked awake, grabbing whatever happened to be closest, which in this case was Miyuki. In his sleep, he’d turned over so his back was pressed against Eijun’s chest.

“Wass goin on?” he asked, slurred from sleep.

“Nothing. Go back to sleep,” Eijun whispered, tucking his face into the back of Miyuki’s neck.

“Mmkay.” Miyuki was already asleep again. Eijun followed him back into unconsciousness.