August 4 - Mystery of the Tentacle Cat (BtVS/Captain Marvel)
Title: Mystery of the Tentacle Cat
Author: Glitterangelem
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Captain Marvel
Characters: Rupert Giles and Goose the Flerken
Rating: PG
Word Count: 504
Notes: Wasn't planning on doing this, but I think Giles would find the Flerken entirely frustrating.
Rupert Giles sighed, his head dropping into his hand to massage the migraine that seemed to reverberate through his skull. His lower back twinged painfully, reminding him he had been stooped over his books for much too long. But he could not rest. Not when research needed to be done. Part of the migraine stemmed from the very fact he should be taking a break from research.
Glory was dead. Truly dead. He had made sure of that.
This was the time when he could usually relax, spend some time for himself. Putting together some research papers, practicing his guitar, planning his next trip back to England - things people not involved with the supernatural did. And usually, he would be doing.
Except.
The sound of books falling from their shelves jolted him out of his ruminations, wincing as his stiff back protested the movement. He went to stand, to grab the battle axe that lay nearby, when a familiar shape sauntered around the corner and jumped onto the table with a loud Mroww.
That blasted cat. The reason for his research.
“You don’t exist, you know,” Giles informed the cat, who merely blinked back at him with green-yellow eyes before sitting on the table and batting idly at a pen he had grabbed to jot down notes. Of which he had no need, apparently, as there were absolutely no records of any type of animals, or shapeshifters, who had the ability to release giant tentacles from their mouths to devour other creatures. “I’ve spent the last week painstakingly researching every possible creature you could be and I have come up with nothing.”
“And have gone bloody mad, as I find myself talking to a cat.”
Said cat merely meowed again, as if in agreement with his sentiment. He sighed again and closed the latest book, adding it to the ‘useless’ pile on the chair next to him. A fly buzzed by his ear, and he absently waved it away, still deeply puzzled by the mystery creature in front of him. He looked up at the cat just in time to see it notice the fly. The cat’s ears twitched and she stood up, her eyes slowly dilating until they were almost completely black. Her head twitched in the direction of the insect now flying away from Giles.
Tentacles exploded from her mouth, with enough precision to grab the fly out of mid-air and pull it into her mouth. Giles shoved his chair back, almost tipping it in the process, to avoid any contact with the purple tentacles. As the tentacles disappeared back into her mouth, once again appearing to be a normal cat, he said, “Yes, that will always be disturbing. And now you’re just showing off.”
The cat merely meowed in response, laying back down on the table, as if taunting him for his lack of knowledge. Taking off his glasses, Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose and headed back towards his books.
There had to be an answer somewhere.
Author: Glitterangelem
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Captain Marvel
Characters: Rupert Giles and Goose the Flerken
Rating: PG
Word Count: 504
Notes: Wasn't planning on doing this, but I think Giles would find the Flerken entirely frustrating.
Rupert Giles sighed, his head dropping into his hand to massage the migraine that seemed to reverberate through his skull. His lower back twinged painfully, reminding him he had been stooped over his books for much too long. But he could not rest. Not when research needed to be done. Part of the migraine stemmed from the very fact he should be taking a break from research.
Glory was dead. Truly dead. He had made sure of that.
This was the time when he could usually relax, spend some time for himself. Putting together some research papers, practicing his guitar, planning his next trip back to England - things people not involved with the supernatural did. And usually, he would be doing.
Except.
The sound of books falling from their shelves jolted him out of his ruminations, wincing as his stiff back protested the movement. He went to stand, to grab the battle axe that lay nearby, when a familiar shape sauntered around the corner and jumped onto the table with a loud Mroww.
That blasted cat. The reason for his research.
“You don’t exist, you know,” Giles informed the cat, who merely blinked back at him with green-yellow eyes before sitting on the table and batting idly at a pen he had grabbed to jot down notes. Of which he had no need, apparently, as there were absolutely no records of any type of animals, or shapeshifters, who had the ability to release giant tentacles from their mouths to devour other creatures. “I’ve spent the last week painstakingly researching every possible creature you could be and I have come up with nothing.”
“And have gone bloody mad, as I find myself talking to a cat.”
Said cat merely meowed again, as if in agreement with his sentiment. He sighed again and closed the latest book, adding it to the ‘useless’ pile on the chair next to him. A fly buzzed by his ear, and he absently waved it away, still deeply puzzled by the mystery creature in front of him. He looked up at the cat just in time to see it notice the fly. The cat’s ears twitched and she stood up, her eyes slowly dilating until they were almost completely black. Her head twitched in the direction of the insect now flying away from Giles.
Tentacles exploded from her mouth, with enough precision to grab the fly out of mid-air and pull it into her mouth. Giles shoved his chair back, almost tipping it in the process, to avoid any contact with the purple tentacles. As the tentacles disappeared back into her mouth, once again appearing to be a normal cat, he said, “Yes, that will always be disturbing. And now you’re just showing off.”
The cat merely meowed in response, laying back down on the table, as if taunting him for his lack of knowledge. Taking off his glasses, Giles rubbed the bridge of his nose and headed back towards his books.
There had to be an answer somewhere.