#antihero
((Serialized AU where Jackie’s a selkie and Anti’s a pirate for MerMay2022! =D Also on AO3!))
“Seal skin, ey?”
Captain Anti of the pirate ship Abyss squints at the strange man before him. Marvin is his name and magic is his game—so he claims. The bottles around him somewhat support this—strange in shape and color and ability…
But Anti’s not so sure. (hWat’s ‘e want SEAL SKIN fer???)
“No, no!” The so called mage hastily makes his way back over to the pirate, hands moving to wave an old, ruddy, leather-bound tome under Anti’s nose.
The pirate crinkles his nose in an effort not to sneeze or cough.
It comes out as a scowl. Or a sneer.
They aren’t quite sure which.
Regardless, Marvin ignores it in favor of opening the book and showing Anti… Well, he’s not rightly sure WHAT that is, but it’s definitely not a SEAL.
At least, not fully.
“THIS is what I want,” Marvin exclaims, finger tapping emphatically on the image of a man—or what Anti THINKS is a man—appearing to… both BE a seal… and wearing a seal skin like it’s clothing. A woman is doing the same next to him; but Marvin’s not pointing at HER for some reason. “SELKIE skin.”
“Seal key skin?”
“SELKIE!”
Jackie is a war vet coming home from a long deployment.
Anti is his lucky black cat that he’s been missing for years now.
When he returns home, however, he finds his best friend, Marvin, missing—although he was supposed to be cat sitting Anti for him while he was deployed…
He goes to call him and ask where he is—but there’s a man in his kitchen.
Continue on AO3 or…
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The man is short with dark skin (dark gray, he later learns) and black hair.
He has eerily familiar piercing green eyes when he turns, a CAT EAR flicking atop his head as he picks up the sounds of Jackie walking and gasping.
The can of tuna he’d been holding in his black clawed hands falls.
And then Jackie has an armful of purring, “YE’RE BACK!!!”
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It turns out, Jackie learns, that Anti is actually a daemon.
A CAT daemon. He’d been arguing with a dog daemon (ex?) friend of his (Dark) in the alleyway Jackie had found him in and was too tired to tell him anything when the human decided to rescue him and nurse him back to health.
By the time he WAS healthy again…
He just liked being with Jackie.
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Marvin, of course, still got an earful.
He WAS supposed to be watching him, after all.
Still, the flamboyant man only sighed and rolled his eyes.
He then revealed that he’d actually been a magician this whole time and realized, albeit belatedly and only after Anti refused to be taken care of by him, the truth when he came to cat sit Anti and found… well, a cat DAEMON instead.
(After a discussion, he decided to just bring the daemon food every few days.)
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“So…” Jackie breathes deeply, trying not to be angry, “You just… left him???”
“Well…” Marvin, the veteran can somehow tell, looks around himself nervously, as though Jackie’s gonna pop out of no where and take him down (which, honestly, he COULD do). “He said he only wanted to be with YOU…”
The magician trails off unsurely but Jackie can hear the truth in his words.
He glances down at the purring cat daemon in his lap and sighs, “It’s fine.”
((Alsoreadable on AO3!))
Anti sighs happily as It slowly wakes.
There’s a hand in the curve of Its lower back, warming and supporting it at once. Another, far more forward hand, is on Its thigh firmly kneading flames into it/It.
Farther warming It is a strong body beneath Its own, exuding heat like a furnace, as it breathes fire out of its nose, muscles, and pores.
The tiny daemon sleepily smiles as It buries Its face back into Its hero’s chest, letting his warm smell of burning wood take It back under…
((Alsoalso, kinda for @valpus-writing? Cuz we were talking about Anti and scenting before…))
Anti: [grumbling] Yer ‘ard as rock; hwy do Ah enjoy sleepin’ on ye???
Jackie: [smirking] ‘Cause I’m hot.
Hyper competent assassin, shit at just about everything else. Wintergreen and Slade Wilson are best friends for so long that Slade really can’t get along with anybody else, even if it doesn’t look like Slade and Wintergreen get along 95% of the time they really have each other’s back. I imagine wintergreen having similar sassiness level/immortality as Alfred but with no restraint on roasting what so ever. He’s basically got negative fucks to give 95% of the time.
Also in my world Slade is absolutely related to Deadpool he just hates talking about it. If Deadpool ever comes to visit, Wade calls him Cable and puts his healing factor through hell to the point he actually feels his age.
