This one was really hard to do! Combining agere with a dark, kind of gothic aesthetic was very hard. I originally wanted to put a webbed hand or scale covered skin in the centre, but all of the photos I found were of white people! I chose scales instead, but it created a mood-board with too many patterns and not enough stuff going on. This one was a challenge, but I really enjoyed it 🫧🦪
When we made the pinned post, there was only one of these suckers. Then my brain went, "Oooh, shiny!" And now there's 3! So, on this post I'm gonna introduce each of them with what is currently their name and tag for the au.
The post is gonna be long, so under the cut it goes!
A Song For You
tag: A Song For You au
The first! The OG! The name is something of an inside joke, but it's cute also, so win win! This version of the au features Jon as a human, shipwrecked under mysterious circumstances, and being targeted by a siren who really, really wants Jon to get in the water with him.
Jon didn't believe a word about sirens even existing up until meeting one. Those words are running through his mind often now. He doesn't believe they have the sort of magical prowess the myths claim they do; surely he would be dead by now if they did.
Either way, Jon isn't stupid enough to get too close to such a predator... right?
Martin is a very successful siren. He has more than earned his place in the Lukas's pod with his powerful song. So when what might be the most pathetic looking human he's ever laid eyes on resists his thrall without even batting an eye, he is less than pleased.
As so, what was supposed to be a very casual hunt becomes the sinking of an entire ship. And while Martin could just kill the man in the water, he wouldn't really win that way would he? Sure he's have his meal, but one would still have gotten away with resisting his call.
And what good is he if he can't do even this right?
Lost At Sea
tag: Lost At Sea au
As seen above the cut, this version of the au features Martin as a human, shipwrecked while on a voyage following the death of his mother. Martin was already going through a lot, so he's really just done with everything when the siren appears, tearing him a new one for ignoring him, of all things.
Martin wasn't exactly a believer of things like sirens and other fairy tails, but when his friend had warned him to acquire earplugs for the voyage, he'd listened, if only to keep from worrying him. If he ever saw that old man again, he'd owe him thanks, since it seems they had done him some good after all. And now they'd do him even more.
After all, if he can't hear the siren, it can't make him do anything stupid.
Jon isn't exactly the pinnacle of his species. He knows this. He's small, too small, his colours are dull, his song is strange, and unpleasant even to his own kind. He's not a very good hunter or fighter, and relies on camouflage and small prey to keep himself fed. He has only one podmate who he doesn't like very much and little to be proud of.
He can bring down humans, though not as skillfully as others. He certainly can't bring down entire ships, but if he picks one to target he can usually lure them overboard, or at least get a reaction. Except this time, his prey had to go and ignore him entirely. And then, even once he'd convinced Elias to help him sink that ship, the stupid human didn't even have the decency to drown!
Jon might not be able to reach him, but he'll be damned if he doesn't give him hell for ignoring him.
Siren4Siren
tag: Siren4Siren au
No fancy expository Intro for this one, it's mostly for silly, and is likely going to get the least actual development out of the three of them.
As the name implies, both Jon and Martin feature as sirens, albeit different species. They don't exactly get along, at first. (Mostly Jon lmao)
If you made it this far into the post, first of all, I love you, second, please PLEASE feel free to ask questions about any of these! We'd love nothing more than to chat about them!
for the story ask: I would LOVE to see your take on 19) sea change
OHOHO THIS WAS AN INTERESTING ONE INDEED! I was sort of inspired by a siren!Jon fic that's been outlined and poked at in my drafts for a WHILE now so I thought I'd do a scene that could have come from that! Maybe I'll finish the full thing someday who knows >> but until then enjoy this one! X3
19. Sea Change
The whale was long dead.
They both knew that, but it was far from the point, Martin supposed as he watched the hauntingly beautiful creature struggle with the lashings securing the invaluable carcass to The Tundra. The waves of his long raven hair shone iridescent green in the moonlight as they tossed around him on the foamy surf. The spiny-finned silhouette of him was wrought over and through the canvas of dark water by the hoary glow, as well as emerald points of bioluminescence flickering angrily along his sinewy, serpentine body. His webbed hands clawed at the ropes with talons that gleamed viciously, but did precious little to rend through the impenetrable twists of algae-stained sisal. Now and again in clear frustration, he would vanish beneath the waves, only to reemerge in a different spot to brawl at the harpoons still buried in the blubbery flesh, working tirelessly, ceaselessly, to free the whale from her grisly fate.
It didn’t matter that she was dead, she didn’t belong to them, and he was there to take her home to rest.
Martin watched in awe at the taffrail for as long as he dared, his bated breath barely a silver shimmer in the frigid air. What compelled him to reach into his pocket for his switchblade, or to call out to the ethereal thing that certainly would not understand his human tongue, he couldn’t say. All he knew was he spared none of it a second thought as he flipped open the knife and held it out over the water.
“O-Oy!” he hollered in a raspy whisper, “Here! Take this!”
The mercreature lit up in alarm like a streaming meteor shower, fins flaring. He whipped over his shoulder, narrowed abyssal black eyes at Martin, then slipped once again into the safety of the sea with a hiss.
“Ah! W-Wait! Wait don’t go! S-Sorry! Sorry I wanted to give you… ah…” Martin moaned in defeat, drooping over the railing.
Mourning the warbling rings of light marking the place where he had lost the breathtaking spirit, Martin drew himself up to go, but a curious ripple of water near the hull stayed his boots. The mercreature had reemerged directly beneath him, eyes filled with the light of galactic depths, regarding him in wonderment as he held up an open palm. Martin’s heart raced, and he dropped his offering of the blade carefully over the water. The mercreature caught it deftly, and mirrored the warm smile of his insubordinate human aide with a curt nod of his head in acknowledgement.
Martin kept watch all the while he bore the sacred beast back down to the depths for her last rites, Lukas family fortune be damned.
In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.
Takes place in season 1
8 chapters, 18,600 words.
This story develops a really interesting alternate take on the entities, while a the same time, doing absolutely everything it can to fuck with Elias! A win-win.
