#Godzilla fanfiction

[kaliido-s]

“Buried”

Second chapter of the Kongzilla fic is here!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57412678/chapters/149465302

Chapter One is here

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Art: Made for a fren

Orga design for his series he's making a horror series i'm pretty sure, on yt @Daikaijin studios, go follow him if you want to see his series :p

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Hope you all are doin gud and sorry for not posting often, been a little busy with irl stuff.

bye bye for now!

:3

-Ink <3

[empressofthecherries]

Everybody is eepy 💤

Took a while cuz I kept adding extra stuff, originally it was jus the baby eepin

[zhock-smooll]

[dragon-stones]

Fandom: MonsterVerse (Legendary Pictures Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Godzilla/Mothra (MonsterVerse) Characters: Godzilla (MonsterVerse), Mothra (MonsterVerse), Rodan (MonsterVerse), Queen M.U.T.O. (MonsterVerse), Behemoth (MonsterVerse), Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s), Jia (MonsterVerse), Trapper (MonsterVerse), Mark Russell (MonsterVerse), Ford Brody, Ilene Andrews Additional Tags: Parent Godzilla (MonsterVerse), Parent Mothra (MonsterVerse), Post-Movie: Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024), Titian Family, Nesting, Telepathic Bond, OCs play minor roles, OCs play major roles, Rating May Change, No Beta we die like Ghidorah, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Protective Godzilla (MonsterVerse), Monarch Organization (MonsterVerse), Baby Kaiju, many characters will appear and I may not be able to tag them all

Summary

It has been three weeks since the battle with Skar King and Shimo's release from the tyrant. Nature's balanced and all is well. Yet something strange has happened. Godzilla takes note as the other Kaijus have awaken and not by his own doing. Something has caused the others to stay awake, even though he had called for them to return to sleep.

It's not until all hear a voice calling for help, that Godzilla moves himself to investigate. Finding something unexpected, the King of the Monsters now finds himself in the sudden aspect of fatherhood.

Follow the King and his subjects as they traverse through this new exciting part of their lives.

[acelestialcraze]

what would happen if pim and charlie from smiling friends were hired to make ren smile again

pim and charlie would only be needed in the days leading up to chapter 17 because after that ren is living his best life.. even at the cost of the rest of the world 💀

The Haneda Airport’s terminal buzzed with the serene sound of announcements and the clatter of luggage wheels every now and again. The cherry blossom air fresheners did little to hide the dead scent of jet fuel and stress.

The lilac, energetic, bright-eyed creature bounced on his heels while waving around a tourist pamphlet covered in cartoon Mount Fujis. “Charlie, Charlie, did you know you can rent a café where you just cry with strangers? Japan’s amazing! They even have toilets that sig to you!” Pim exclaimed, however, Charlie was nowhere nearly as impressed. “Yeah, yeah, great. Don’t forget this country also bayoneted pregnant women in Nanking. Try not to fall in love with the scenery too fast..” Charlie grumbled, “Oof, Charlie, you’re really good at killing in the mood. That was almost one hundred years ago.” Pim muttered, “Yeah, well, trauma’s hereditary. So, buckle up, bud.” Charlie deadpanned as a sleek, black car waited on the curbside. High-rise towers glinted in the sun, though none as cold and isolated as the one they were approaching.

A woman— Mira Yamane stood chic and composed, but clearly desperate outside with a tablet, her hair was pinned back in a way that implied she hadn’t slept in days. “You’re the Smiling Friends, right?” Mira affirmed with a raised brow, “That’s us! You want us to help your husband smile? That’s what we do best!” Pim confirmed with a beam, “We also clean up crime scenes, once.. But yeah, smiling.” Charlie cut in, Mira’s eyebrows straightened up while her lips pursed into a thin line, gaze narrowing if anything. “Just.. Do what you can, Ren hasn’t smiled since he tore a Skullcrawler in two.” Mira urged, Pim and Charlie followed her inside the building where their client, Ren Serizawa sat at a table in the dead center of a brutalist room. Everything was made up of cold steel, concrete, and black curtains. Unusually enough, a flatscreen of Monster Zero tearing through Antarctica.

One odd thing to note about Ren was he wore sunglasses indoors, though the pair quickly learned it was not out of an odd fashion choice, but necessity. A dull, hopeless hum followed him like a storm cloud hanging over his head, he was clad in a designer trench coat, whatever was left of his right eye hidden beneath a matte black eyepatch, cigarette burns staining the table. “You’re the clowns she hired?” Ren alleged, turning to meet their gazes. “We’re more like emotional hitmen, she wants us to shoot you full of serotonin or whatever.” Charlie corrected, Ren stared blankly for a moment. “I’ve been electrocuted, shrapnel drilled into my right eyeball, and sued by the Chinese government.” Ren trailed off, listing it off with his fingers. “Not now.” Ren suddenly added, talking to seemingly himself. “Uh, you good?” Charlie dared to ask, exchanging a glance with Pim. “Peachy. Let’s go, I have a meeting with Shindo.” Ren grumbled, he didn’t seem keen on bringing them along but probably figured he could get a refund since he was in no position to lose money with the pending terrorist charges.

Shindo’s law firm was a shrine dedicated solely to ego, wealth, and influence. The walls were adorned with polished mahogany bookshelves, each shelf meticulously arranged with legal tomes and decorative artifacts meant to impress, a framed photo of Shindo shaking hands with a panicking Prime Minister during the Mass Awakening hung like a self-congratulatory obituary. “I personally oversaw the evacuation of the previous Prime Minister’s twin daughters while Yamata No Orochi chased a cruise ship, people call me a national treasure.” Shindo boosted, “Wow! That’s so heroic!” Pim raved, however, Charlie noticed something over Ren’s shoulder and looked nothing short of disturbed. “You know there’s three dragon heads behind Ren, right? Like, whispering stuff? Does nobody else see that?” Charlie pondered, Shindo froze, a rare moment of silence radiating from the egoist. “What..?” Shindo muttered, Pim looked over Ren’s shoulder, making eye contact with the leftmost head. “They’re like.. Kind of shadowy and floaty. They kind of sound like the drag queen from Powerpuff Girls.” Pim noted, “Yeah, and one of ‘em told me I smell like fear. Kinda rude.” Charlie flatly cut in, Shindo squinted at them, then directed his gaze toward Ren, who managed to look just as clueless as Shindo despite knowing good and well.

Rain streaked across the windshield like falling veins, Pim sat shotgun, pressing his face to the window like a kid in a candy store, Charlie lounged in the back beside Ren. “Charlie, did you know the Tokyo Tower was inspired by the Eiffel Tower?” Pim asked, “Your friend is very educated.” Ren deadpanned, the phrase: ‘They are insects, let us feast.’ slipping out of his tongue in a voice that wasn’t his own, Charlie’s eyes widened— almost comically if it weren’t for the situation. “Okay, what the hell was that? Did.. Did your mouth just talk but like, not you?” Charlie pondered, desperately glancing at Pim for help. “That’s.. Normal for me now.” Ren assured.

Once they arrived at Ren’s residence— a modern Japanese home only nepo-babies like himself could afford, surprisingly— Ren had invited them to crowd around a tablet, Dr. Vivienne Graham was onscreen, running for her life, screaming as Ghidorah chomped her into a blur of viscera and broken bones. “She deserved it, you know? Always clinging to my father just because her father died before she was born. She got the pats on the back, the phone calls, I got a ‘she would understand’ after my own mother died.” Ren ranted, the shadows behind him twitching with glee as if they were capitalizing on his anger. “To this day, I don’t know what she had that I didn’t, whatever my father saw in her— he didn’t see in me. I’m sure you all don’t want to hear about the cliche story of the father who forgot about his son,” Ren trailed off, eyes glued to the video like an elderly woman with AI-generated Facebook memes. “Hey, Charlie, He’s doing that anime villain monologue thing!” Pim pointed out, “Yeah, about any second now he’s gonna yell about ‘a world purified by chaos’ or something like that.” Charlie grumbled, Ren cut them off with an actual bark of a laugh. “Oh god.. You’re.. You’re both morons.” Ren muttered, following shared silence between Pim and Charlie. “Wait.. Did he just?” Pim alleged, glancing at Charlie to ensure whatever was floating over Ren didn’t latch onto them as well. “Mission accomplished, I guess?” Charlie mumbled, “I haven’t in.. I don’t even know how long, not since I tore into Skullcrawler number ten, before Mira started buying sage to exorcise me with.” Ren trailed off, and in that moment, he leaned back, head against the wall with the shadows of three dragon heads accelerated against the wall, eye closed beneath his sunglasses.. A smile— crooked and bitter, but genuine spread across his lips.

[dinowolfthezombie]

Sooo I have been playing with the concept of an au where Fire Rodan survived in Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla 2. The first designs are the brothers during Godzilla vs. Mechagodzilla. The second are them in Godzilla vs. Spacegodzilla. Then there's Mothra cause she's fun to draw.

In this story, Jr was able to hear from inside his egg and remembers being called "precious stone" by Rodan, who guarded him since he hatched first. Rodan was named Young Warrior by Godzilla, who was impressed by the little one's fighting spirit and was grateful for being saved.

[unknownako]

Hey Little Hyena's! The final chapter for King of the monsters is up! https://archiveofourown.org/works/64190533/chapters/165868558

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The older I get the more my ideal Godzilla story becomes less about Warriors with kaiju and more about the human characters as well as what kind of effect living with or studying these monsters has on them.

Or "Pokemon if it was a seinen" as my sick mind likes to think of it.

[kaliido-s]

“Friendly Advice”

Kongzilla fic is real hell fucking yeah, gonna be making an accompanying sketch for every new chapter

[curlyxzen]

Chapter 3 is finished!!

more silly kaijus next chapter!

[empressofthecherries]

Had a cute idea and wanted to fight artblock at the same time 💪

[butterflyinthewell]

Gift for Godzilla day.

Shin Godzilla as a cosmic horror. He became a universe and watches humanity’s hopeless existence as he recreates and snuffs it over and over.

But WHY???

This very short fic is an observation of the world. Godzilla is a vessel and a perspective to tell it through.

Horror is a reflection. If you don’t like what you see, smashing the mirror won’t fix it. You have to figure out how to fix the actual issue or else it’ll continue on and on.

Fic text and ao3 link are under the cut.

Rating: T

They called him Godzilla.

In their terror and fear, they watched him evolve through burning misery. Them, and the radiation they dumped into the sea, sealed their perpetual split-atom fate. The blame lay eternally on them, their ignorance was no excuse. They would suffer.

He grew, and razed, and enveloped, and absorbed, and mutated, and expanded, and swallowed, and devoured, and digested their pitiful, purulent blue ball of a planet in his roiling maelstrom. He pushed onward, rending apart time, space and existence until only he remained, the single tenebrous echo of a wrathful species long ago destroyed.

Inside his void, he recreated it all. They never knew. Ignorant filth.

The minuscule fools thought the universe was over thirteen billion years old. And they were right from their perspective.

They were wrong about their macabre existence. Silly little things, really, they got lost in their collective occhiolism and never looked past it. What more should he expect from unthinking microbes?

Many called out to the deities they worshiped over the eons. Maybe those deities existed somewhere.

Godzilla waited to meet them, to fight them, and so far none challenged him. Perhaps they feared what he would become to devour them, too.

He manifested his physical form when their atomic age began, he walked across their tiny places of worship and he disrespectfully cut them to scorched atoms. Their screams were prayers he ignored as insignificant. Their sacred blessings counted for nothing.

After the first time, after the trains, and the choking ice, and the agony, he expanded.

He became.

Thirteen billion years held no meaning to him after he became. He was everything. Time, space, matter and energy. They did not know. They did not understand. They did not learn.

It all happened again inside him, inside the void he wore. A downward slope was all he saw, but they, the feeble ones, never could.

Godzilla’s inner sense alerted him of obstacles and incoming threats, and he obliterated them like paper. His lurid cosmic light split the darkness in purple rays. He grasped atoms and divided them until everything ceased to be.

Puny insects, their destruction meant nothing.

He began it again, seeking change, and disappointment blossomed as hypernovae in the airless, black emptiness. Gamma rays tore galaxies apart and life became impossible as hate consumed him. He destroyed it and started another, heedless of what he snuffed out.

They thought the stars were balls of gas contained in galaxies. Quasars blazed along his expanding outer edges as the voids between them swelled. Black holes pin balled through the emptiness. Cosmic radiation sustained him, each source glowing brighter than a billion suns.

The stars were his eyes, looking down in accusation at the blue globe no more significant than dust at the bottom of the sea. Spinning galaxies persecuted the masses of murderous ghouls who refused to recognize him as their all.

He showed them the quasars as a red glow in the crust of his flesh. Let them see the horror, hideousness and meaninglessness of their existence reflected on him. They were insects, pushing through their hopeless, useless lives, killing and maiming each other over religions, and food, and land, and money, and, sometimes, love. Love, twisted into degradation and disgust. Their rage, apathy and loneliness fed him. He spat radiation on them while they spat radiation on each other, a vomitous mass of wrath.

Often, Godzilla reappeared to remind them of who their true master was. He burped up blood in their streets and tore their architecture apart, smirking at the harmonies in their mournful wails.

Their bodies splattered like paste under his feet, his footprints left trails of unrecognizable red mush amid dusty bone powder. He transformed their towering cities into disarrayed rubble until dead flesh and construction materials looked the same.

They never understood, nor remembered, regardless of how many times he collapsed everything and started it anew. It ended the same, every time, with the trains, and the ice, and the silence.

No apologies came. They weren’t sorry. They should have been. Fools.

As the ice spread over him, he closed his sightless eyes under the watchful stars and went inward, where it all began once more. He recreated everything over thirteen billion years until the ice held him still.

And again, and again, and again, further and further inward. These weak, pitiful creatures were terrible learners. He waited for the deities they begged for, waited for an end to atoms themselves.

Such execrable creatures on their blue globe could never conceive of how long or how old anything truly was. They suffered, it was their destiny to suffer endlessly, because they refused to understand every breath they took was willed by him. Sometimes he stopped their breath to watch them die, just because he could. They didn’t matter to him.

He was lost, no one knew, there was no trace of his yearning. They created him, all the agony after falling on their shoulders.

Let them shout. Let them beg. Let them cry. It never reached his uncaring, cold ears.

Godzilla continued imagining inward, another vessel frozen. Perpetually growing, the void within a void, a sempiternal horror.

They did this to him, and they paid eternally. There would be no shaft of light in the darkness forever killing them. No. No salvation, no forgiveness, no relief, ever.

Their suffering was his.

[dragon-stones]

Fandom: MonsterVerse (Legendary Pictures Movies) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Godzilla/Mothra (MonsterVerse) Characters: Godzilla (MonsterVerse), Mothra (MonsterVerse), Rodan (MonsterVerse), Queen M.U.T.O. (MonsterVerse), Behemoth (MonsterVerse), Original Female Character(s), Original Non-Human Character(s) Additional Tags: Parent Godzilla (MonsterVerse), Parent Mothra (MonsterVerse), Post-Movie: Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire (2024), Titian Family, Nesting, Telepathic Bond, OCs play minor roles, OCs play major roles, Rating May Change, No Beta we die like Ghidorah, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

Summary

It has been three weeks since the battle with Skar King and Shimo's release from the tyrant. Nature's balanced and all is well. Yet something strange has happened. Godzilla takes note as the other Kaijus have awaken and not by his own doing. Something has caused the others to stay awake, even though he had called for them to return to sleep.

It's not until all hear a voice calling for help, that Godzilla moves himself to investigate. Finding something unexpected, the King of the Monsters now finds himself in the sudden aspect of fatherhood.

Follow the King and his subjects as they traverse through this new exciting part of their lives.

[acelestialcraze]

congrats for the 800 hits on Ghidorah’s voice it’s one of the greatest stories ever made

I have a pretty cool dialogue challenge commission for you if you have the time it’s for Rodan spinoff pitch idea so here it goes

Idris Elba’s character and Harrison/Hayworth arrive in a van at some deserted area to meet with Alan Jonah for a delivery Harrison tells Idris Elba character to fetch the package

idris’s curiosity soon turns the horror when the back of the van reveals Madison Russell tied up in the back a group of hyena soldiers stormed the van aggressively carrying Madison out with Alan congratulating them on a successful job

Alan smugly begins to ask how her mother is doing going knowing full well that Emma’s death still haunts Madison till this day

she is soon taken away and Alan pays them the money he promised on the way back home idris questions Harrison on why he didn’t tell they were trafficking human being but Harrison tell Idris that there are bigger force to play then he realizes

That answer leaves Idris question on WTF he just get himself into

thank you soo much! you’ve been here since the very night i published it and im so glad u like it !! thanks for coming to me for dialogue challenges theyre always sm fun and im glad theres still ppl who come to authors for dialogue examples instead of chatgpt ! here we go !

A dusty van pulls up to the edge of a desolate, wind-beaten parking lot. The sky is an overcast sickly gray, paired alongside thick air with the miasma of gasoline and salt from the nearby bay.. The smell of gasoline was the only sign of civilization, giving Madison the false hope of a nearby gas station. Unfortunately for her, they showed no sign of stopping as the headlights carved a jagged path through the dark, illuminating a rusted cargo where Alan Jonah and his men— the Hyenas, as they dubbed themselves, waited in patient silence. Eventually, the van’s engine sputtered, then died on them. From the driver’s side, Hayworth, a stray the now deceased Walter Simmons found at a bidding auction and was right to keep close, stepped out. He was unusually composed, hands in his pockets, illuminating the aura of a man who had done this a thousand times before.

Following Hayworth’s exit, the passenger door swung open seconds later. Idris Eiba’s character— (I’m gonna call him Victor for rn) moved in a slower, more cautious manner, eyes darting toward the armed men and back to Hayworth to determine if the conman had anything up his sleeves. A sharp exhale exited his hesitant lips, unable to place his finger on why this suddenly felt so wrong when he was previously on board.

“Gentlemen,” A British accent— Alan Jonah, former British colonel, eco-terrorist, the man responsible for releasing one of Satan’s greatest soldiers or Satan himself, it didn’t matter, it caused the most deaths since WW2.. “Right on time.” Jonah added, his presence being the pinpoint to why Vic felt such uneasiness. “We don’t make a habit of disappointing our clients.” Hayworth replied breezily without missing a beat, despite how often someone like Hayworth would have to lie, Vic knew he was telling the truth with how quickly Sarah Heyes vanished into thin air the moment she stuck her nose into something she shouldn’t have. Jonah, ever the cold-blooded killer, didn’t do so much as chuckle, simply nodding and gesturing toward the van with a notable disinterest in any form of conversation. “Then let’s see if you’ve earned your keep, shall we?” Jonah mused, Hayworth didn’t hesitate at this, giving Victor a nod toward the back of the van. “Go on, fetch the package.” Hayworth dictated.

Victor felt a rare wave of hesitation, something in Hayworth’s tone made his gut twist, but at the end of the day, Victor valued his brains and didn’t want to have them blown out for disobeying an order. He stepped toward the back, opening the door—

And an extremely unwelcome feeling dropped to his stomach as Vic laid eyes upon a tied up, gagged, hell, barely even conscious Madison Russell, staring back at him, complete with dried blood on her temple and wrists raw from the rope bindings. “What the fuck?—” Victor barely managed to stammer, whirling around to look at a very unapologetic and almost smug Hayworth. “You didn’t say anything about trafficking people.” Victor pointed out, however, Hayworth didn’t do so much as flinch. “It wasn’t your business to know.” He simply put, stepping back to allow the Hyena personnel to swarm the van, rough and uncareful hands dragging Madison out. To her credit, the girl thrashed and protested the most her near-unconscious body allowed her to do so, a muffled scream escaping the gag.

Despite Jonah being all about the idea of humans being the real monsters, he seemed to prove himself to be a prime example of such when he watched with a sick pleasure. “Don’t look at me like that, it’s just business.” He snarked in a tone that bordered on condescending as he came to a pause, a smirk tugging at his face, wrinkled both age. “How’s your mother these days? I haven’t heard from her ever since she outlived her usefulness.” Jonah added in a snark, Madison stopped her thrashing to freeze, all while a cruel grin split Jonah’s face in two. “Oh, how could I forget.. Must be my age catching up to me, she’s dead, isn’t she? Sacrificed herself for the greater good, just like a true hero.” Jonah’s smile faded as beat of silence washed over the group. “Let’s hope you’re as useful as she was, you worked well as a bargaining chip amidst the Mass Awakening, i’m certain you’ll do famously.” Jonah elaborated.

Due to being well— tied up and gagged, the only thing Madison could do in protest was glare at Jonah as her eyes burned with fury, but she (wisely) said nothing as the soldiers hauled her away, shoving her from one vehicle to the next. Afterwards, Jonah turned back to meet Hayworth’s gaze, tossing a thick envelope to his chest. “Here’s a fun fact, this is just a fraction of the fortune your old boss gave me for Monster Zeroes remains, funny how it comes full circle..” Jonah trailed off, his gaze settling on Victor in a glare that was almost enough for him to dash away from the scene. “You should teach your boy here to ask fewer questions.” Jonah pointed out, Hayworth didn’t reply, opting to snatch the envelope with an unreadable gaze.

The pair watched as Jonah and his mercenaries drove off, leaving nothing but tire tracks and a bad omen behind in the dust. Victor, fuming, turned to glare at Hayworth. “You knew.” He spat, less of an accusation and more of a statement. “I knew.” Hayworth replied in a deadpan, “And you didn’t tell me we were handing over a damn kid?” Victor shot back, Hayworth let out a rare chuckle and shook his head in amusement. “You’re so naive..” He paused, eyes weighing Vic from head-to-toe, “Victor, listen to me. You think this is bad? This is just the surface.” Hayworth explained, his tone losing its brief humor. Victor clenched his jaw, nostrils flaring. “Then tell me what the hell’s really going on.” He demanded, “Bigger forces at play than you realize.” Hayworth simply put, after that, there was silence, the weight of it settling between them like a storm waiting to break— or maybe the quiet before the storm, regardless, the van’s engine growled to life again, leaving Victor clouded with the lingering wonders of what the hell he just dove into.

[dinowolfthezombie]

I finally broke and decided to write my own kongzilla fic. I'm currently on chapter 4, but I plan to at least get past the events from The New Empire before I post anything publicly. To be honest, I'm new to sharing stuff online and AO3 scares me.

The funny thing is, what made me want to write a kongzilla fic was Rodan. He's either never mentioned or is just a minor character. But he has so much potential!

Him and Shimo have opposing abilities, fire and ice. I think it would be cute if they bonded on their extreme temperatures, like the struggle to avoid freezing or setting everything on fire. Or maybe when they touch, they create fog because they cancel each other out. And they both know what it was like to work for the 'bad guy'. I want Rodan to reflect on how guilty he feels for doing Ghidorah's bidding and for Shimo to comfort him and tell him that their situations were different. Scar King needed Shimo, he couldn't kill her. Ghidorah didn't need Rodan, he could've killed him.

And imagine Rodan and Suko in the same room AND while Godzilla and Kong are going through a "will they, won't they" situation. Rodan would be the fun uncle that constantly gets into trouble with Suko. When they are together, Godzilla and Kong's anxieties spike to 100.

I also headcanon all Rodans to be social creatures that can't live without family. The first film had a mated pair that died together because one couldn't live without the other. The heisei Rodan was a surrogate older brother trying to save his little brother. And in the end he sacrificed his life because his ADOPTED little brother told him to. So yep, I think Rodan would admire Kong to some extent. He didn't submit when an alpha titan beat him in a fight, he found his family and is doing everything to care for them. Kong is what Rodan could be.

Another headcanon of mine is that Godzilla and Rodan are old friends. Blame the showa era for making it impossible for me not to see a close bond between the two. Imagine how tricky things got after the whole Ghidorah thing. Do they talk about? Do they fight over it? Do they treat each other like lifelong companions or has Godzilla changed since he became the protector of the world? Rodan did seem scared of him in KOTM.

I promise the fic won't just be about Rodan! I just think it'd be a nice side plot to actually characterize him. I mean, look at all the potential dynamics! Mothra and Shimo can work together to get Godzilla and Kong to kiss while Rodan and Suko work together to embarrass them at every progression of their relationship.