Fic: Traditions and Tears (DW/CP)
Author: Walkury
Pairing: David/Craig
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I lied. All of it. Every word. I have no idea even what the name of David’s mother is.
Summary: David has a father - son talk with his dad.
A/N: No beta, apologies for any mistakes.
Imagine a world where everybody is allowed to marry the one they love.
~I have a dad, who watches over me.~
K’s Choice.
*
***
David had insisted on spending the last night at his parents’ house, even though Craig had looked at him funny.
“You’re gonna sleep at your parents’ house? Why?”
“It’s a tradition, love. All my sisters did it, and my brother too. Besides, it’s romantic.”
Craig tried a Hugo-‘raise-one-eyebrow’-glare, but failed miserably as a smile started spreading on his face. He walked up to David and hugged him from behind.
“And I love that about you.” He placed a kiss between David’s shoulder blades.
****
His parents had been waiting for him at the door, and his mother had almost smothered him against her bosom, murmuring about her “little one all grown up”. David looked at his father and rolled his eyes. Mr. Wenham just smiled.
It was weird, sleeping at home, alone, without his sweet Elf. He smiled as he remembered the first few nights they spend together. Craig was a restless sleeper, talking in his sleep, kicked away the covers, occasionally kicking David, snoring, drooling on the pillow… David soon found out the only possibility for him to sleep was to wrap his arms and legs around Craig so the Kiwi would stop moving around. Now the bed, even though it was a single bed, seemed large, and cold.
‘Tomorrow.’ His gut twisted. ‘Sleep. You need rest. Sleep.’ He told himself. But his mind kept wandering to the planned events tomorrow, and his stomach flipped.
Eventually, he fell asleep, only to fall out of bed the following morning at the sound of four alarm clocks going off at the same time. He scrambled up to shut them off, but his father was already in the doorway.
“…happens?”
“Sorry, dad, I was..” David gestured and he switched the last alarm clock off. His dad grumbled.
“Four?”
David’s cheeks flushed.
“I was afraid I wouldn’t hear it, and that I would oversleep and..”
His father did a very good Hugo-glare, David noticed.
Following his dad to the kitchen, his mother made him sit down and eat, even though he told her he really, really wasn’t hungry. When threatening him with a wooden spoon didn’t help, his mother used the old emotional blackmail technique to get him to eat, telling him she made his favourite blueberry pancakes and that it would break her heart if he wouldn’t eat them, because she had gone to the store yesterday just to buy the ingredients ánd that she had to go back once again because she had forgotten something and that she had to wálk all the way to the store because his father had taken the car…Cleaning his plate, he was ushered into the bathroom to take a shower, while his parents finished eating. Just as David started the shower, his mother tapped on the door, calling:
“Do you need help?”
He snorted “No mum.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, mum. I’m very capable of taking a shower myself.”
“Well, I just though, since you usually have Craig to help you.”
“Mum!”
Smothered laughter.
"Marie, leave the boy alone! Come help me with this suit.”
David smiled as he heard his mother laugh, and he leaned against the shower wall. A few more hours, and Craig would be his, and he would be Craig’s, officially. ‘Till death to us part.’
The thought didn’t scare him. The opposite really. It made him feel so full of love and joy he was afraid he’d burst.
He was too nervous to take a long shower, so he quickly finished, towelled himself and looked in the mirror, remembering his didn’t have to shave. Craig asked him not too, because he ‘liked the scruffy too much’. He donned a pair of undies and walked to the bedroom, where his mum had lain his suit on the bed. Off-white linen, no tie, he and Craig had spend two whole days shopping before they had found the perfect suits. He put on the pants, then fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt. As he reached the top button, he realised he had put the buttons through the wrong holes. He sighed, and just as he started unbuttoning the shirt he heard a cough.Turning around, he saw his father standing there, looking at him oddly.
“I guess you’re mother was right and you really need help getting dressed.” There was something in his father’s voice that made David look again. For a moment, the two men just stood there looking at each other. His father smiled, but not his usual smile. There was an undertone of.. sadness?
“Dad..” David hesitated. “Are you ok?”
His father smiled that same smile again, and then he coughed.
“You look.. handsome. And happy.” The older man’s voice broke. David blinked and opened his mouth in surprise. His dad was not.. crying? Before he could say anything his father walked up to him and started working the buttons on his shirt. Being so close, David could see his dad’s eyes were a bit watery.
“Dad.. are you..”
A shrug, some sniffing, his father avoiding his eyes.
“You do know, it took me some time… To get used to it. To what you are, I mean… To.. Craig. But I’ve seen how happy he makes you. And I can tell how much you love him. And now..” There was a tear rolling down his dad’s cheeks. In all those years, David couldn’t recall seeing his father cry more than four times. His father was not the talking kind, not the person to share his feelings and emotions. A father that, if you fell, told you to get up, and stop crying because you are a big boy. Not an unloving father, he just didn’t know how to handle all that ‘emotion stuff’.
“You’re getting married.”
The buttons finally in the right holes, his father looked up, smiling weakly. David was too surprise to say anything, so he just smiled back. His father then shook his head, as if to say: “stupid old man getting all emotional” and after ruffling David’s hair, he walked out, leaving a still speechless Dave behind.
The talk, the tear, it was unique, and weird, but beautiful, and David knew he would always remember it.
“Hey dad!” he yelled, running after his father. “I want to ask you something.”
****
He could see his love waiting for him, his own father at his side. He fumbled with the buttons on his suit jacket, threaded a hand through his hair, jumped from one foot to the other. A hand on his shoulder.
“Calm down.” David tried to do as his father told him, but really, he was too nervous. Even the serenity of the surroundings did not help him. It had taken them some time and effort, but eventually they were allowed to use this particular place for their wedding ceremony. The first time he and Craig had met, on the set of Rings, it had been in a similar place: in the woods, a small stream not far away, sunlight falling through the trees, giving the place an almost magical appearance.
David caught Craig’s eye, and he smiled, taking in the sight of his beautiful beloved, waiting for him with an equally big smile.
“You ready?” His dad stood next to him, eying his youngest proudly and holding out his arm. David nodded and took his father’s arm.
They started walking together.
Fin.
Pairing: David/Craig
Rating: R
Disclaimer: I lied. All of it. Every word. I have no idea even what the name of David’s mother is.
Summary: David has a father - son talk with his dad.
A/N: No beta, apologies for any mistakes.
Imagine a world where everybody is allowed to marry the one they love.
~I have a dad, who watches over me.~
K’s Choice.
*
***
David had insisted on spending the last night at his parents’ house, even though Craig had looked at him funny.
“You’re gonna sleep at your parents’ house? Why?”
“It’s a tradition, love. All my sisters did it, and my brother too. Besides, it’s romantic.”
Craig tried a Hugo-‘raise-one-eyebrow’-glare, but failed miserably as a smile started spreading on his face. He walked up to David and hugged him from behind.
“And I love that about you.” He placed a kiss between David’s shoulder blades.
****
His parents had been waiting for him at the door, and his mother had almost smothered him against her bosom, murmuring about her “little one all grown up”. David looked at his father and rolled his eyes. Mr. Wenham just smiled.
It was weird, sleeping at home, alone, without his sweet Elf. He smiled as he remembered the first few nights they spend together. Craig was a restless sleeper, talking in his sleep, kicked away the covers, occasionally kicking David, snoring, drooling on the pillow… David soon found out the only possibility for him to sleep was to wrap his arms and legs around Craig so the Kiwi would stop moving around. Now the bed, even though it was a single bed, seemed large, and cold.
‘Tomorrow.’ His gut twisted. ‘Sleep. You need rest. Sleep.’ He told himself. But his mind kept wandering to the planned events tomorrow, and his stomach flipped.
Eventually, he fell asleep, only to fall out of bed the following morning at the sound of four alarm clocks going off at the same time. He scrambled up to shut them off, but his father was already in the doorway.
“…happens?”
“Sorry, dad, I was..” David gestured and he switched the last alarm clock off. His dad grumbled.
“Four?”
David’s cheeks flushed.
“I was afraid I wouldn’t hear it, and that I would oversleep and..”
His father did a very good Hugo-glare, David noticed.
Following his dad to the kitchen, his mother made him sit down and eat, even though he told her he really, really wasn’t hungry. When threatening him with a wooden spoon didn’t help, his mother used the old emotional blackmail technique to get him to eat, telling him she made his favourite blueberry pancakes and that it would break her heart if he wouldn’t eat them, because she had gone to the store yesterday just to buy the ingredients ánd that she had to go back once again because she had forgotten something and that she had to wálk all the way to the store because his father had taken the car…Cleaning his plate, he was ushered into the bathroom to take a shower, while his parents finished eating. Just as David started the shower, his mother tapped on the door, calling:
“Do you need help?”
He snorted “No mum.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, mum. I’m very capable of taking a shower myself.”
“Well, I just though, since you usually have Craig to help you.”
“Mum!”
Smothered laughter.
"Marie, leave the boy alone! Come help me with this suit.”
David smiled as he heard his mother laugh, and he leaned against the shower wall. A few more hours, and Craig would be his, and he would be Craig’s, officially. ‘Till death to us part.’
The thought didn’t scare him. The opposite really. It made him feel so full of love and joy he was afraid he’d burst.
He was too nervous to take a long shower, so he quickly finished, towelled himself and looked in the mirror, remembering his didn’t have to shave. Craig asked him not too, because he ‘liked the scruffy too much’. He donned a pair of undies and walked to the bedroom, where his mum had lain his suit on the bed. Off-white linen, no tie, he and Craig had spend two whole days shopping before they had found the perfect suits. He put on the pants, then fidgeted with the buttons on his shirt. As he reached the top button, he realised he had put the buttons through the wrong holes. He sighed, and just as he started unbuttoning the shirt he heard a cough.Turning around, he saw his father standing there, looking at him oddly.
“I guess you’re mother was right and you really need help getting dressed.” There was something in his father’s voice that made David look again. For a moment, the two men just stood there looking at each other. His father smiled, but not his usual smile. There was an undertone of.. sadness?
“Dad..” David hesitated. “Are you ok?”
His father smiled that same smile again, and then he coughed.
“You look.. handsome. And happy.” The older man’s voice broke. David blinked and opened his mouth in surprise. His dad was not.. crying? Before he could say anything his father walked up to him and started working the buttons on his shirt. Being so close, David could see his dad’s eyes were a bit watery.
“Dad.. are you..”
A shrug, some sniffing, his father avoiding his eyes.
“You do know, it took me some time… To get used to it. To what you are, I mean… To.. Craig. But I’ve seen how happy he makes you. And I can tell how much you love him. And now..” There was a tear rolling down his dad’s cheeks. In all those years, David couldn’t recall seeing his father cry more than four times. His father was not the talking kind, not the person to share his feelings and emotions. A father that, if you fell, told you to get up, and stop crying because you are a big boy. Not an unloving father, he just didn’t know how to handle all that ‘emotion stuff’.
“You’re getting married.”
The buttons finally in the right holes, his father looked up, smiling weakly. David was too surprise to say anything, so he just smiled back. His father then shook his head, as if to say: “stupid old man getting all emotional” and after ruffling David’s hair, he walked out, leaving a still speechless Dave behind.
The talk, the tear, it was unique, and weird, but beautiful, and David knew he would always remember it.
“Hey dad!” he yelled, running after his father. “I want to ask you something.”
****
He could see his love waiting for him, his own father at his side. He fumbled with the buttons on his suit jacket, threaded a hand through his hair, jumped from one foot to the other. A hand on his shoulder.
“Calm down.” David tried to do as his father told him, but really, he was too nervous. Even the serenity of the surroundings did not help him. It had taken them some time and effort, but eventually they were allowed to use this particular place for their wedding ceremony. The first time he and Craig had met, on the set of Rings, it had been in a similar place: in the woods, a small stream not far away, sunlight falling through the trees, giving the place an almost magical appearance.
David caught Craig’s eye, and he smiled, taking in the sight of his beautiful beloved, waiting for him with an equally big smile.
“You ready?” His dad stood next to him, eying his youngest proudly and holding out his arm. David nodded and took his father’s arm.
They started walking together.
Fin.