Pokemon Boiz x Reader

Music Box [Professor Sycamore x Reader]

Considering I just read a lemon for the same dude writing a fluff for him will be a challenge. Requested by The_Nothing72 so without any more procrastination it is now STORYTIME!

Two four six eight, crank up the music box. Wind it up, up, up, And then let it go. Listen to the music chiming from inside. Watch the little dancers dancing on the spinning wheel. The chords are chiming. The box is singing. Memorize the melody as you wind it up once more. Synchronize the harmony as you wind it up once more. Listen to the song chiming as you wind it up once more.

You sat on the couch, just rewinding and rewinding the music box. You didn't want to get up for anything, not with the giant belly you have. Carrying not once, but two Sycamore babies was kind of hard on you. They weren't wide, no no, but the Sycamores have very tall babies. They stretched your womb out well.

So to distract yourself from everything, you rewinded and listen to the soft chords of a music box your mother bought back when she wasn't pregnant with you, her only child. What was the song? Well, reread the first paragraph and try to find a tune. Everyone's song is different, I swear it. As long as you love the song, that's fine. A hint is that it isn't the song above the chapter, despite the first line.

That's when your Husband walked into the room, carrying a cup of Starbucks coffee halfway empty and whatever drink you asked for. What? You were almost nine month so pregnant! It was okay to spoil you a little bit! Augustine walked over and sat next to you on the couch. You hardly noticed his presence as you wound up the music box again.

"Mi Amour, how long have you been doing that?"

Hearing his smooth voice broke you from the music box trance. You set the music box next to you, since your lap was preoccupied with two unborn twins, and looked in his eyesockets. Oh yeah, you forgot how dreamy your husband's eyes were. He handed you the Starbucks and you took a big sip before answering.

"I lost track of time. I just like the music box."

You flashed him a fatigued smile to show you were fine. You finished off the drink while Augustine was savoring his with small sips, eyes glued to you. Augustine was worried about you. So far into pregnancy and with twins, which normally means your water breaks quicker. He had a good reason to be concerned and protective over you. Just a fatherly instinct in his lean gut. 

"Ma Chéri, why don't we listen to something other than just a music box? Perhaps acoustic guitar?"

You always loved that sound of an acoustic guitar. You shook your head softly. You didn't want to hear that guitar. You wanted to hear the music box. You put your drink down on the couch, securing it. Then you picked up the music box and wound it up again, the last run fading off into the atmosphere of the room.

Augustine sat back, still having his eyes glued on you. He watched as you held the music box and watched the two little dancers inside spin around in their endless loop of waltzing for you. Augustine noticed the two dancers looked a lot like your parents. But what was more important was what was going through your mind? What on earth could you be thinking of while listening to the same chords play over and over and over again.

Two four six eight. Right left up down. Side spin backstep dip. It's all a pattern, it's all a harmony, it's all a melody, it's all a song. Listening to the chords created a loop of a routine. Watching the spinning dancers gave you something moving to lock into do you can retreat into your thoughts. But what exactly were your thoughts though?

Well, that's for you to know.

I love music boxes, music box renditions of songs, and snowglobes that's play music. I legit still have a snowglobe in my room. 

I'm sorry this was terrible. Only six hundred words? Disgusting. I'm sorry.

~Eva