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Magnus the Siren

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."