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Magnus the Siren (complete)
🕑 Added 2022-06-15 19:00:06 +0000 UTC
Female Reader x Male Monster (both cis)
The disruption usually happens at dawn. Which, in itself, is aggravating enough to be woken up too. But it’s the music that wakes you up which is the most aggravating. You lay there in bed, staring up at your ceiling while a lute is strummed at such a high volume that the air is filled with nothing else but its raucous sound.
If that weren’t enough, the one playing the lute also had to sing. His voice carried through the morning air, causing the dew to shine and reflect light so brightly into windows, it was even harder to ignore.
It was by this point you would get up, throw on a robe, and step outside. Just beyond your guard there was a hill, and one that hill was a large, strange house that seemed to lean to one side. It was from there that music flowed.
“Shut up, Magnus!” You yelled this every morning. Sometimes you yelled other things, but this was usually the most uttered.
The singing stopped and the strumming of the lute became much softer. “Good morning, neighbor!” The music carried on and his song changed to start singing good morning to you.
You growled under your breath, turning back inside. You tried all you could without having to go into his presence.
For years no one lived in that strange house, then one day, out of the blue, that music started one morning. Every day at dawn Magnus rose and played his lute, singing his ridiculous songs until all the hillside was awake. Why some people liked him you could understand, but you never got onto that boat.
“So many of the girls in town love him,” you heard through whispers one day.
“He comes in, charms them, and leaves them lovesick puppies. Like nothing we have here is good enough for him,” another whisper scoffed.
You turned to listen to the conversation, curious as anyone would be. You hadn’t met Magnus yet, but you certainly had heard enough about him. Though this bit of gossip was all new to you.
“He got to my girl!” One whisper exclaimed. “She’s not looked at me twice since. All she does is sing and dance around.”
“What a cad. Going after someone’s broad like that,” the other whisper snarled.
You frowned at this, gently setting down what you were looking at and walked away. “Serves him right to lose her to that singing loon,” you thought to yourself. “Talk shit like that, you shouldn’t be surprised when it falls into your lap.” As a butcher, you knew what ‘broad’ really meant.
A few days later, you would meet Magnus for yourself; during the summer festival and parade. The main part of town was packed and overflowing with people. You were scooting along the street, trying to get to your shop at the end of town. But it was growing more and more difficult to traverse the farther you went. People became thicker packed the more you went, so you decided to go the long way around, hopping off main street, and going down a small alley.
There was a small cluster of people leaning against one of the walls. As you approached, one thrust out their hand to you.
“Got any spare change, ducky?” The young man asked with a forceful tone, but the others sniggered as they came off the wall.
Pickpockets and other thieves were always busy during the festivals. It surprised you little to come across some going down an alley.
“Afraid I’ve already given my charity for the day.” You continued to walk, but your path was cut off.
You sighed heavily and glanced back towards the man who still had his hand out. “I have no money. You are more likely to get something from a stone than you are me.”
You were becoming encroached upon, and the helpless feeling of being unable to move crept in. You felt lucky, after all, you had taken home your best knife the night before to properly sharpen. You just hated the thought of dulling it before you got to work.
“I’m sure you’ve got more than nothing,” the thief laughed. “Everyone has something today.”
You were ready to pull out your knife when a laugh filled the narrow alleyway. “My goodness, such a crowd. Such a crowd!”
A tall figure towered over the pickpockets at the back. “Beg your pardon. Beg your pardon,” the new person laughed. “Ah yes, thank you,” he chortled as the crowd parted for him.
He was huge, broad like a barn and probably just as tall. From behind, his feathered arms shone with deep green and gold, and at the top of his head was a red comb.
“Neighbor!” He announced loudly. “So good to see you here.” He came up towards you, placing his hands upon your shoulders. “We’ve not been properly introduced!”
“Excuse me,” the thief snarled.
Magnus turned, looking back at him. “Yes, hello there!”
You glared up at him, hand still readied on your knife under your skirt. “They’re thieves” you whispered between clenched teeth.
“Leaves? What leaves! It’s summer!” Magnus laughed merrily. He then winked at you. “No need to go stabbing at leaves after all, not when they are in midair.”
You were taken by surprise! How could he know?
The thief grabbed Magnus’ shoulder. “We were talking to the lady first.”
“Ah, I see,” Magnus turned slightly. “Forgive my manners. Sometimes I can’t help but forget them. I have had this song sung stuck in my head, you see, and nothing else seems to get through to me when that happens.” He turned around, shoving the thief’s hand off his shoulder.
“Tell me, have you heard this tune?” Magnus began whistling, and while the tune is familiar, you weren’t sure you’ve heard it before.
“That’s it-” The thief went to swing, but his feet began to float up. He flipped upside down, as did all the other pickpockets in the alley.
You noticed too that you were starting to lift up and be carried like a dandelion seed into the air.
“Don’t worry, neighbor! I have you!” Magnus grabbed your hand, pulling you away like a child with a balloon.
Above you could see the pickpockets floating above the buildings, they were screaming, but couldn’t be heard over the caucus of the parade.
“What did you do?” You shouted at Magnus, your legs now far above your head. You tried to fight with your skirt, but it was a losing battle.
“They’ll come down safely! Not to worry,” Magnus guffawed. “Did you see their faces? That was wonderful!”
“You’re crazy!”
“And you’re unharmed.” He took you towards your butcher shop, despite the looks you received along the way.
Once you were at your store you floated down to the ground.
“There now, right as rain.” Magnus smiled. His beak was shining gold, and his gray eyes still shone brighter.
You smoothed down your clothes and looked at him, unsure if you should be annoyed or grateful. “Thank you, I suppose. Even if your method was maddening.”
Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t like it?”
“I would have been fine, but I am grateful I didn’t have to resort to my method.” You then pouted. “Yours was the safer option.” You searched your deep pockets trying to find your keys.
“I’d say a bloodbath on such a magnificent day would be a mood killer.” Magnus hummed and your front door opened.
You stared back up at him, stiffening your back and narrowing your gaze. “I’ll let that slide for your help today. But before you go, do you mind if I ask you a question?”
Magnus laid both feathered hands upon his barreled out chest. “I love questions, especially about myself.”
You took a step closer to him. “You play that lute every morning and sing as loud as hell; what the hell for?”
Magnus smiled brightly. “So that my sun will rise.”
The sun rose with or without provocation. But if that was his reasoning, you at least had something. “That’s all?”
Magnus nodded. “As far as I know.”
You sighed, unsatisfied with the answer, but pleased to have one. “I owe you a thanks. If there is anything I can do for you, I owe you a favor.”
“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will certainly keep that in mind.”
You smiled faintly then went into your shop to begin the day and he went on down the street, happily singing to himself.
Summer came and went, and the first signs of fall began with a slight shift in color outside. Crisp mornings were becoming a welcomed pleasure. And your shop was getting more and more orders for marrow bones so that people could make stocks for the oncoming cold.
One afternoon, as you were finishing packing up such bones to send with your delivery boy, Magnus walked in.
“Good afternoon, neighbor!” He announced himself quite loudly.
You were wrapping up a bone with twine and wax paper. “Magnus, long time no see. Good to know there is still a body attached to that voice of yours.”
Magnus chuckled smugly. “As my neighbor, you must get the music while it is still fresh and warm, like a loaf of bread. Others in town must hear it when it is stale.”
You grunted in reply, attaching a tag to the wrapped marrow bone. “Is there something I can help you with?”
“I’ve come to collect that favor you owe me.”
You had almost forgotten about it. It had been months ago, and nothing had been spoken between the two of you since; aside from the usual neighborly things.
“That’s right,” you murmured. “I’m a bit busy right now is it possible to-”
“Oh heavens not now. I only just thought of it! I came here while it was still on my mind, because sooner or later I would forget and keep putting it off and-”
“Magnus,” you chimed to get him back on track. “Just tell me.”
“Oh right!” His chest fluffed out and he swooped his wing over his waist. “I would like you to make me dinner.”
“But I’m not a cook,” you said plainly. “I’m a butcher.”
Magnus’ smile became sweeter, and those bright gray eyes took on a puppy-like appearance. “But you can still make a meal, right?”
You wiped your hands on your apron. “I suppose.”
He raised two long fingers. “Then you can make a meal for two? Yes?”
“Possibly.” You eyed him, letting a smile grow. “Might I ask why this is the favor you’re coming for?”
Magnus waved his finger. “I think that’s a conversation for dinner. Don’t you? Just so we’ll have something to break the ice. I know you're off on Sundays, will that be okay for our supper?”
You sighed, but your smile grew. “As good as any.”
“Wonderful!” He cheered. “I will arrive with bells on.”
Knowing him, you thought, he probably would. You started to turn back to your work, but Magnus approached the counter again.
He started speaking very intensely. “By the way, I know this may hinder you, maybe even offend you considering your business, but I don’t eat meat.”
You looked him up and down. “You don’t eat meat?”
“I do not eat it,” he said sincerely.
You clicked your tongue. “Well, alright. I’ll figure something out I suppose.”
Magnus beamed again as he stood upright. “Wonderful! Thank you so much for the consideration. I look forward to what you can do.”
You were no cook, at least nothing special. You knew how to make meat and potatoes taste good to you. This would be a whole new chore.
You managed to get a couple of recipes from some of the grannies who visited your shop a lot. One gave you her special vegetable broth recipe. Another provided you with her garlic rolls recipe. Then another gave you an eggplant and how to cook it. All of them adored Magnus and were eager to try and impress him vicariously through you.
“What on earth does this guy do to these ladies?” You grumbled as you kneaded the dough for the rolls. The garlic was exceptionally strong, almost spicy in the air. “I know his music has some sort of power, maybe that’s his game.”
Just as you had placed the eggplant into the oven, there was a knock upon your door.
“Geez,” you huffed, wiping your hands on your apron. “Who could this be?” You walked across the kitchen to the door, finding Mgnus standing there tuning his lute.
“It's way too early!” You exclaimed out of shock.
“I know, I came to bask in your warm company.” Magnus let himself in, sitting at the kitchen table which was still covered in flour from when you rolled the dough for the garlic rolls.
“I haven’t even cleaned up yet, you’ll get flour on you!” You tried to shoo him away but he started playing his lute.
“What is your most favorite song in the world?” Magnus asked, oblivious to your efforts to wipe up the table.
“What’s yours?” You asked, finally able to sweep away the flour without hitting him.
He plucked the strings on his lute and thought deeply. “Sweet rose, sweet dew drop.”
“Sounds saccharine.” You sighed. “But if you must play, play.”
Magnus was smiling, tuning the lute again. “Do you not like my playing, neighbor? You seem annoyed.”
“I hear your music every morning. I hear it loud and clear as if you are inside my head.”
“But do you like it?”
You cut your eyes at him. “If I didn’t hear it exploding in my bedroom each morning, maybe I would.”
“You wake each morning to my songs,” he hummed softly. He strummed and hummed, going soft and quiet unlike what you were used to.
“I do.” You go back towards the oven. “You told me once why you do it, but I still find it a bit odd.”
“My sun,” he sang softly. “I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”
“That’s lovely,” you murmured. “But still odd. The sun rises and falls no matter what we do.”
Magnus smirked towards you. “You think so?”
Something about his gaze made your stomach flop upside down. “Isn’t that how it works? After all, it’s more powerful than us.”
“She is,” Magnus spoke softly again. He then perked up, his comb rising high on his head. He then looked at you excitedly. “What have you made for dinner?”
“Oh, well, I had some help from some of the grannies you come to my shop,” you replied. “I have a vegetable stew, garlic rolls, and some sort of eggplant thing.”
“Eggplant thing?”
You made an awkward smile. “I followed the recipe, but I’m still not sure what it’ll turn into.”
Magnus laughed. “You really aren’t a cook.”
“Not at all.”
Despite all your hostility and annoyance with him because of his morning singing, you found yourself drawn to him. He didn’t have to sing or play his music, but there was definitely an allure he had. This may have been the same charm that all the other women in town were attracted to. Even as you fed him, he didn’t complain. The eggplant was awful, but he still ate it regardless.
As he left to go home, he turned in the doorway to look at you. “When I sing in the morning, will you listen to me?”
You were a bit surprised. “I mean, I always have to.”
Magnus shook his head. “No. I mean listen.”
You weren’t sure what he meant, but you nodded as bid him goodnight.
Come morning, you were woken by the sound of his lute being strummed. Still loud as ever, but somehow it sounded so much softer than all other mornings. His voice, too, sounded lighter and airier.
From that morning onward, his music sounded sweet and calming. You woke up gently rather than annoyed. And to your surprise, one morning, you walked outside and yelled.
“Good morning, Magnus!”
“Good morning, neighbor!” he crowed back with a sound of triumph.
A few days later, just as you were closing up shop, Magnus came through the door. “I was wondering if I could walk you home?” He asked.
You pushed a loose lock of hair from your face. “What for?”
Magnus smiled. “Do I need a reason?”
You sighed and went along. You were silent at the start of the walk, but as he started to hum a question rose in your mind.
“Has your music changed? Because it is nowhere near as annoying as it used to be,” you said.
“I’ve not changed it in the slightest. I did ask you to listen though.” He placed a wing around you back, settling his hand on your arm.
You watched his dark fingers on your sleeve then glanced back into his gray eyes. “Then tell me what you are doing.”
“Doing?” He asked.
“All the women, and some men, in this village have some level of attraction or fascination to you. Is that what you are trying to do with me?” You said pointedly.
“Oh gosh,” he said in thought. “I’m not trying to woo anyone. I’m just nice to everyone. I treat them like I want to be treated. You’re the only one I’ve been trying to woo.”
Your stomach flopped again. “You’re teasing me!”
“I told you, I always sing to raise my sun.” There was no irony to his tone, no sense of teasing. He was being honest.
“Me?” You exclaimed. “I’m the sun?”
Magnus tilted his head to the side. “You didn’t get that?”
“No!” You blurted.
He sighed and dipped his head down. “Oh gosh, I’m no good at these kinds of things. I thought I was being clear.” He pouted a bit. “You’re just my type. It’s part of why I got that weird house on the hill. So I could be close, maybe see you in the morning-” He started to get embarrassed. “But all I can do is sing.”
You cocked up a brow in shock. “Type?”
Magnus went silent, going from slightly shy to very shy. “Well yeah.”
“And what would that be?”
He looked away, his smile faint, and his expression demure. He shifted a bit, taking a step back from you. “You’re a little mean and bossy,” he muttered.
“Should I be offended?” You grumbled.
He shook his head. “I mean that in a good way. I know I don’t look it, being as tall as I am, but I like to feel like I am small and-” Magnus shut his beak and turned away.
“So-” You tried to piece this together as best you could. “You like me because I make you feel this way?”
He nodded.
“Well, this wasn’t what I was expecting,” you huffed.
“I don’t mean to make this sound weird. I really do like you for much more than my own oddities.” He fidgeted with his fingers. “You’re strong and witty, your not afraid of anything. But you’re also tender and sweet, and you have such a nice...shape.” It sounded like he had more to say, but he decided to end it with that one word.
You pressed your lips together and looked at the ground. “You have a nice shape yourself.”
Magnus chuckled, then you chuckled.
“Maybe we can show off each other’s shape one day,” Magnus said shyly. “If you’d like such a thing.”
“Not tonight, maybe Sunday?” You suggested.
His eyes widened and he turned to you with a look of shock. “You really-you would-you are-” He couldn’t get out what he wanted to say.
“Maybe this time you could make dinner?”
“Okay!” He exclaimed happily. “Come over whenever you’d like!”
You still weren’t exactly sure on what to take in. You just knew you held an excitement in your chest that didn’t go away until Sunday morning. You heard him singing on his hill, and that excitement burst, turning into urgency and nerves.
You waited as long as you could before heading up the hill. It was still a bit early for dinner, but had shown up early to your home as well. Once he opened the door you knew you came at the right time.
“Good! You did come!” Magnus pulled you inside.
“I was bored anyways,” you said nervously.
Magnus gripped your hand. “Let me give you a tour.” He took you through the odd house, which was larger inside than you expected.
Most of the rooms were filled with musical instruments, sheet music, and long scrolls tucked into vases and buckets. Up in the tower was his room, which he took you to with a proud look on his face. He showed you the balcony where he played his music each morning. From that perch you could see your house below.
“You really are singing to me.”
Magnus nodded. “I like seeing you walk out your door every morning. I often wonder what you’re doing or how you wake up.”
You look him over then stare back into the room. “Your bed is much bigger than mine, but I could show you.”
Magnus swallowed. “Really?”
You took hold of his hand and led him over to the bed. You made him lay down upon his back and placed his hands upon his chest. “I lay like this when I go to sleep. Although; come morning I’m on my side.” You then crawled on top of him, straddling your thighs around his waist.
Magnus gulped and his feathers on his chest fluffed up. “Do...do you usually wake up feeling heavy?”
You shook your head. “No. I just did this to get you here.” You leaned down, kissing his beak and down to his cheek. Magnus ruffled and moaned, arching his back as you drug your hands down his chest.
“I see. I like that,” he laughed.
You opened up his shirt, stroking down the sleek feathers that went from black-green to golden ginger. “You’re quite colorful. It’s lovely.”
Magnus nodded, holding his breath as your hands explored his body. You rolled your hips, rubbing yourself against the front of his trousers.
“I hope you don’t think I’m being too forceful,” you murmured.
He shook his head. “Just the right amount of forceful.” He opened his eyes back up to look at you. “I was hoping this would happen. Although I’m a bit embarrassed by that thought.”
You kissed his beak again then placed your hand around his throat. “What else were you hopeful for.”
He shivered at your touch, moaning loudly then sucking in his breath. “Just uhm-” He wiggled beneath you, rubbing himself against you. “Just that you would uhm-”
You moved your hand away.
“Play with me!” He yelped and you placed your hand back. “Play with me-” he moaned again. “Like I’m your own personal toy.”
You smirked. “How fun. Anything else?”
His eyes moved towards a small chest sitting by his bed. You picked it up, setting it on his chest as you looked through. Inside there were a few strange objects, one was small and bulbous, maybe of a black shining stone. There were two phallic-shaped crystals, one was a clear quartz and had small ball shapes through the shaft. The second was bigger, made of rose quartz, and flared at the base and was wattahced to a leather belt.
“Should I use these before I use you?” You teased.
Magnus fidgeted again. “I’d love to watch but-”
Inside the chest was also a flask filled with olive oil. “You’re excited today. I get it.” You lifted yourself off him, sitting by his side as you undid his belt and tugged down his pants.
Since he was a type of siren, his anatomy below was a little different. There was a growth that rose from his loins, along with a small opening. You trailed your fingers around the opening, which felt warm and wet within.
Magnus gasped and his back rose from the bed. You slipped a finger inside, feeling him tighten around you while his voice became much higher and more aroused.
“You’ll be very fun to play with, Magnus.” You panted as you moved your finger inside. You added another finger, which made him whimper and throw his head back.
“There now.” You pulled out your fingers then rose from the bed to undress. Magnus watched you with awe, his eyes gazing down your body. Your arms and back were strong from your work as a butcher, so you never felt quite pretty until his eyes landed upon you. In his gaze you felt like a beauty.
“I knew you’d be stunning,” he panted.
You put on the leather belt and Magnus’ eyes became dewy. You poured olive oil into your palm, rubbing the shaft like it was your own.
As Magnus watched you climbed back onto the bed and threw his legs over your shoulders. He whimpered as the rose quartz touched against him.
“I’ll go easy, but I have a feeling you’re used to this.” You watched in awe as the rose quartz disappeared inside him. He cried out and you bit your lip.
Magnus started singing a new song. His voice peaked and rang out as you drove the rose quartz inside him. Your own wetness grew as you watched him. His body writhed in such a sweet, docile way. Eventually you couldn’t take it anymore.
You took off the belt and left the rose quartz inside him. You mounted him again, taking his shaft inside you.
“Yes!” Magnus cried out. “You’re all around me.” His hands gripped around your thick waist. “All you!”
You rutted on top of him, feeling him warm and hard inside. You pressed your hands to his belly, taking leverage as you began moving.
“Oh my sun!” Magnus cried. “My shining, glorious star! Take me! All of me!”
You moaned and reached out, placing your hand around his throat. “You’re mine. You’re all mine.”
Magnus grinned with glee, bucking his hips upward inside you. You cried out, throwing your head back and letting your hair spill around your shoulders. You reached back, thrusting the rose quartz inside him. He bucked harder, whimpering pitifully, even starting to cry.
Something inside you was rising. It was coming fast and hot inside your belly, shooting through your chest. You and Magnus were singing together, duetting as this rising sun inside you began to spill out.
You shivered, thighs tightening around Magnus. The rose quartz slipped from inside him, and he whimpered as tears rolled from his gray eyes. You leaned forward, falling onto his barreled chest and laying there as his shaft popped out from inside you.
You both laid in silence. You breathed in sync until it felt like you were fading from this world. Magnus’ wings wrapped around you and he started singing softly.
“My sun, I want her to rise. I want to open her shining eyes. She lights up my day and it is night when she’s gone. I’m singing to her in hopes of my dawn.”
You smiled and nuzzled to his chest. “I love your song,” you murmured.
“Finally,” he chuckled.
