J/C fic - Memory Maker (G)
Title: Memory Maker
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1,100
Warnings: UNBETA'd. And maybe slight allusion to mpreg, but nothing is stated, its just more if you squint.
Summary: Brought out from storage and with a little bit of love, Jude, Jared and Chris' son, learns just how meaningful one little instrument can be.
A/N: It is a SEQUEL to this (~900 words) as a part of a comment on that fic "maybe someday one of their grandchildren will play that old guitar!" by grifter617 , but I think it can be read without.
Jude was rummaging around in the basement for some old toys his dad said had been stored down here a few weeks ago when he found it. He knew back in their prime his papa was a singer of some sort and a TV actor and his dad was on some big show about monsters, but they had both given up their careers when they decided on starting a family. It was a tale they liked to tell anyone who was listening, and usually people (especially the girls for some reason) just ate it all up.
His small hand carefully wrapped around the case’s handle and pulled it out from behind the pile of rubbish that surrounded it. Sitting it on the floor and kneeling before it he undid the latches and lifted the lid, waving the dust away as it clouded up. Cool he thought looking at the old wood, the fragile strings and the delicate finishing.
“Jude? Baby are you okay down there?” His dad’s voice called from up the stairs.
“Yeah Dad, I just found something...” he shouted back, locking the case back up and carrying it back up the stairs.
Guitars were a constant in his young life, ever since he could sit up on his own his Papa had placed a small toy guitar in his hands and pretended to play it, but this one was different. It looked so old, but not like the vintage guitars that Papa had up on the walls in his study, but special.
“What you got there son?” His dad asked crouching down and plucking the worn leather case from his small hands.
“I found it down there, why’s it down there and not with the other guitars?” Jude asked looking up (and up, and up) to meet his dad’s face, his long light brown strands of hair partially covering his slightly slanted piercing blue eyes.
“Chris! Babe, look what Jude found!”
Jude wondered what was going on, his dad just smiled and lead him towards the couch and sat him down, sitting next to him and resting the case against his lap. He opened it up with ease, the familiarity of the action obvious.
“Dad?” Jude asked.
“This was probably one of your Papa’s first guitars, he taught me how to play on this one and continued playing it for a very long time...”
“Jay what’s wrong?” Chris asked wiping some flour off of his face, only managing to smudge it more.
Jared chuckled as Chris took a seat on the other side of Jude and reached over his son to clear off the flour for his husband. “Look what Jude found down in the basement,” Jared said lifting the old guitar out of the leather case.
“Oh no way! Where was she?” Chris chuckled, rubbing his sons back as he took the instrument out of Jared’s hands.
He sat the guitar on his lap, the worn wood perfectly moulded to him, and ran his finger’s over the stings. “She’s a little out, the sound will never be the same with her now...” Chris commented, starting up one of his old favourites.
“Why was she put away?” Jude asked again.
“You see this here,” Chris asked pointing to a rather large scratch on the edge of base, a slight dent accentuating the damage.
“Yeah?”
“That was made when you were probably two... I was playing you a song and then you Dad here called me away and so I left you on your blanky with your toys and stood the guitar up out of your way. All of a sudden we both heard a crash and we both immediately thought the worst. We ran in only to see you sitting on top of this and pulling at the strings,” Chris said chuckling at the memory.
“Okay...?” Jude asked still not getting it.
“This guitar meant a lot to your Papa and me, but nothing meant more to us than you, when we thought something had happened to you we decided not to risk it and just put it away I guess, never really thought about it I guess cause neither of us were playing anymore...” Jared added, pressing a quick kiss to his son’s head.
“Oh... Can I have it then?” the small boy asked, not really caring about the sappy story.
Jared looked at Chris and simply shrugged, his seven year old boy was old enough now to have a guitar and start to learn how to properly use it if he wanted to and he didn’t see why it couldn’t be with the old instrument he himself had learnt to use.
“Okay sure,” Chris agreed, handing the guitar over to his son and showing him how to hold it properly, his small body completely dwarfed by the instrument.
They spent the next few hours showing their son how to play the guitar and exchanging tales about where the guitar has been and how it had come to accumulate so many dings and scratches.
“See this one here, this was when you Daddy had had a little bit too much to drink so many years ago and was dared into playing something by Uncle Mike and Uncle Jensen, of course they didn’t know that he knew how to play, but I taught him and he was like a pro up there, shocked all of them!” Chris said with a hit of pride in his voice.
“Oh yeah, well this one here just next to this fret, Papa did that when you were only a few months old, he was exhausted and instead of slipping the pick you use to play sometimes in between the strings, he went and tried to slip a pin that was for one of diapers instead, it scratched right through the timber and he nearly started cursing up a storm,” Jared rebutted, the smile reaching and shining through his eyes.
After a while Jude decided he had had enough of his father’s stories and jumped off the couch, scampering off with the guitar held carefully in his arms to his room to sit and play with the instrument. Jared and Chris sat back, leaning towards each other and closing their eyes as they listened to their son run away, the sound of something crashing causing them to laugh.
“I wonder what other memories he’s going to make with that beauty?” Chris commented quietly, turning his head and placing a kiss to Jared’s greying temple and linking their finger’s together.
End.
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Whatcha think? :)
Rating: G
Word Count: ~1,100
Warnings: UNBETA'd. And maybe slight allusion to mpreg, but nothing is stated, its just more if you squint.
Summary: Brought out from storage and with a little bit of love, Jude, Jared and Chris' son, learns just how meaningful one little instrument can be.
A/N: It is a SEQUEL to this (~900 words) as a part of a comment on that fic "maybe someday one of their grandchildren will play that old guitar!" by grifter617 , but I think it can be read without.
Jude was rummaging around in the basement for some old toys his dad said had been stored down here a few weeks ago when he found it. He knew back in their prime his papa was a singer of some sort and a TV actor and his dad was on some big show about monsters, but they had both given up their careers when they decided on starting a family. It was a tale they liked to tell anyone who was listening, and usually people (especially the girls for some reason) just ate it all up.
His small hand carefully wrapped around the case’s handle and pulled it out from behind the pile of rubbish that surrounded it. Sitting it on the floor and kneeling before it he undid the latches and lifted the lid, waving the dust away as it clouded up. Cool he thought looking at the old wood, the fragile strings and the delicate finishing.
“Jude? Baby are you okay down there?” His dad’s voice called from up the stairs.
“Yeah Dad, I just found something...” he shouted back, locking the case back up and carrying it back up the stairs.
Guitars were a constant in his young life, ever since he could sit up on his own his Papa had placed a small toy guitar in his hands and pretended to play it, but this one was different. It looked so old, but not like the vintage guitars that Papa had up on the walls in his study, but special.
“What you got there son?” His dad asked crouching down and plucking the worn leather case from his small hands.
“I found it down there, why’s it down there and not with the other guitars?” Jude asked looking up (and up, and up) to meet his dad’s face, his long light brown strands of hair partially covering his slightly slanted piercing blue eyes.
“Chris! Babe, look what Jude found!”
Jude wondered what was going on, his dad just smiled and lead him towards the couch and sat him down, sitting next to him and resting the case against his lap. He opened it up with ease, the familiarity of the action obvious.
“Dad?” Jude asked.
“This was probably one of your Papa’s first guitars, he taught me how to play on this one and continued playing it for a very long time...”
“Jay what’s wrong?” Chris asked wiping some flour off of his face, only managing to smudge it more.
Jared chuckled as Chris took a seat on the other side of Jude and reached over his son to clear off the flour for his husband. “Look what Jude found down in the basement,” Jared said lifting the old guitar out of the leather case.
“Oh no way! Where was she?” Chris chuckled, rubbing his sons back as he took the instrument out of Jared’s hands.
He sat the guitar on his lap, the worn wood perfectly moulded to him, and ran his finger’s over the stings. “She’s a little out, the sound will never be the same with her now...” Chris commented, starting up one of his old favourites.
“Why was she put away?” Jude asked again.
“You see this here,” Chris asked pointing to a rather large scratch on the edge of base, a slight dent accentuating the damage.
“Yeah?”
“That was made when you were probably two... I was playing you a song and then you Dad here called me away and so I left you on your blanky with your toys and stood the guitar up out of your way. All of a sudden we both heard a crash and we both immediately thought the worst. We ran in only to see you sitting on top of this and pulling at the strings,” Chris said chuckling at the memory.
“Okay...?” Jude asked still not getting it.
“This guitar meant a lot to your Papa and me, but nothing meant more to us than you, when we thought something had happened to you we decided not to risk it and just put it away I guess, never really thought about it I guess cause neither of us were playing anymore...” Jared added, pressing a quick kiss to his son’s head.
“Oh... Can I have it then?” the small boy asked, not really caring about the sappy story.
Jared looked at Chris and simply shrugged, his seven year old boy was old enough now to have a guitar and start to learn how to properly use it if he wanted to and he didn’t see why it couldn’t be with the old instrument he himself had learnt to use.
“Okay sure,” Chris agreed, handing the guitar over to his son and showing him how to hold it properly, his small body completely dwarfed by the instrument.
They spent the next few hours showing their son how to play the guitar and exchanging tales about where the guitar has been and how it had come to accumulate so many dings and scratches.
“See this one here, this was when you Daddy had had a little bit too much to drink so many years ago and was dared into playing something by Uncle Mike and Uncle Jensen, of course they didn’t know that he knew how to play, but I taught him and he was like a pro up there, shocked all of them!” Chris said with a hit of pride in his voice.
“Oh yeah, well this one here just next to this fret, Papa did that when you were only a few months old, he was exhausted and instead of slipping the pick you use to play sometimes in between the strings, he went and tried to slip a pin that was for one of diapers instead, it scratched right through the timber and he nearly started cursing up a storm,” Jared rebutted, the smile reaching and shining through his eyes.
After a while Jude decided he had had enough of his father’s stories and jumped off the couch, scampering off with the guitar held carefully in his arms to his room to sit and play with the instrument. Jared and Chris sat back, leaning towards each other and closing their eyes as they listened to their son run away, the sound of something crashing causing them to laugh.
“I wonder what other memories he’s going to make with that beauty?” Chris commented quietly, turning his head and placing a kiss to Jared’s greying temple and linking their finger’s together.
End.
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