#Godzilla fanfiction

[kaliido-s]

“Buried”

Second chapter of the Kongzilla fic is here!

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

Chapter One is here

[masc-ink]

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!

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-Ink <3

[bronzesplce]

Everybody is eepy 💤

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

[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.

[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.

[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

[dappercritter]

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!

[bronzesplce]

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

[acelestialcraze]

just read chapter 33 and it’s already amazing the fact that Godzilla doesn’t stay down, it’s perfect also have a dialogue commission if you have the time it’s also a sequel to the last one so here we go

Victor sit’s in a bar trying to process what happened days ago the way he saw Madison all bruised up the tears sliding down her eyes the blood on her clothes it wasn’t hers. It belonged to someone else maybe someone she knew the guilt was eating him up

before he could pay the bartender an army of G team soldiers bust their way into the bar causing everyone to panic Sergeant Barnes orders everyone to leave including the bartender Victor tries to do the same but they aim their guns at him it leads to realize it might be about the girl because why else would they be after him

Mark Russel and Ilene Chen enter the bar while Mark glare is at Victor with rage before sitting down asking Victor, where they took Madison

Victor explain’s that Hayworth kept him out of the dark about Madison only telling him it was supposed to be a simple job also recalling how there were bigger forces at play

Mark decides to calm down after hearing victor’s story and decides to show him something on his phone a voicemail from a terrifiedMadison explaining to her father on how the senators and governments were working with Alan Jonah to take down Godzilla and Weaponize Ghidorah

As the voicemail goes on Madison becomes hysterical explaining how they kill Josh and cold blood, but before she could say anything else so barge in and kidnapping her gunshots and Madison’s screams can be heard before cutting off with Victor saying this

Victor: Jesus….and I thought your wife was worse

Mark: welcome to the club

Mark confirms that they also captured Hayworth and are currently interrogating him for any more information the only thing he said was Las Vegas Mark theorize as it could be where they’re keeping Madison

before the conversation continues Sam Coleman calls from the Argo in a panic explaining that Rodan seems to be making his way towards the city they are at leaving mark confused on what he could be looking for

Mark Victor and Chen alongside G team race outside to see Rodan piercing himself on top of a building roaring like a demon out of hell seemingly angry whatever it is, it’s pissing him off

Mark Victor Chen and G team both board the Osprey and begin flying to the Argo while Rodan begin tearing the city apart including the bar, they were just in

here we goo !

The whiskey burned on the way down, but Victor could barely taste it. He sat hunched in the bar, forehead resting against his knuckles even if he was nothing but restless. He did his best to drown out the unwanted memories bubbling their way to the surface. However, try as he might, he couldn’t possibly shake away the image of Madison— the tears streaking down her face weren’t for herself, they were for whoever’s blood had soaked into her clothes.. Judging by the shaken-up look etched in her gaze Vic knew all too well, he could only assume it was someone she knew who hadn’t made it. “Goddamn it.” Victor hissed under his breath, rubbing his temple.

The guilt sat heavily in his chest, pressing against his ribs like a weight he couldn’t shake. He had known long before Hayworth contacted him: he wasn’t a saint, but he’d never imagined he’d stoop as low as to being a human trafficker— intentional or not. Before he could toss some cash on the counter, the bar door exploded open with heavy force.

An army of G-Team soldiers stormed in, weapons raised, the metallic clicks of safeties being switched off sent a chill down Victor’s spine. As easily as he could be blindsided, Vic wasn’t stupid— based on the way the patrons scattered, barstools toppling as people rushed for the exits. He knew they were here for him. “Out, now.” Sergeant Barnes demanded to the likes of a bartender who had already begun backing away, not in the mood to be on Hayworth’s bad side by potentially blowing their operations, Victor moved to follow.

Unfortunately, they were steps ahead of him. Before Victor could reach the exit, one of the personnel pointed a rifle to his chest. Vic’s heart sank to his feet, watching as the soldiers parted and Mark Russell entered with the kind of fury in his eyes one would only experience upon finding out their child was in danger. Ilene Chen followed closely behind, her gaze was a practiced stoicism, but Victor could tell she was sizing him up. Mark didn’t sit right away, he just stood there, glaring.

“Where is my daughter?” Mark demanded, Victor exhaled through his nose, dragging an ashamed hand across his equally ashamed face. “Look, I didn’t know what the job was.. Hay— Harrison kept me in the dark, he said it was a simple delivery, I only found out when I opened the van.” Victor pleaded, avoiding saying Hayworth’s name because he knew Mark had mercy, Hayworth did not and would have him killed for the slightest slip-up. Admittedly, Vic gulped as he watched Mark’s hands curl into fists on the table with white knuckles, but he didn’t interrupt, showing he was at least willing to hear Victor out. “I tried to pull out, but he said there were.. Bigger forces at play. That’s all I know.” Victor admitted, it was a half true, okay, maybe a three-quarters true since he still hadn’t said Hayworth’s real name, but in his defense, he heard through the grapevine Hayworth was simply an alias he used while working under Simmons. Mark’s nostrils flared as he weighed out the credibility of Victor’s words, then, slowly, he pulled his phone from his pocket and slid it across the table. Victor hesitated before picking it up, glancing at Mark before pressing play.

A voicemail from Madison Russell crackled through the speaker, her voice was shaky, rushed, and well? Understandably terrified.

“Dad, listen to me— Jonah’s not working alone. The government— senators— they’re in on it. They want Godzilla gone. And Ghidorah— holy shit, Dad, they want to weaponize him—"

Victor felt the blood drain from his face, but the recording had no care for his comfort, continuing with Madison’s voice growing more desperate.

“They killed Josh. Cold blood. Just— just gunned him down like it was nothing—” From over the phone, Victor could hear Madison’s breath hitch, followed by a door bursting open, heavy boots, gunshots, Madison’s screams, and then nothing at all.

Victor slowly lowered the phone, swallowing a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. “Jesus.. And I thought your wife was bad..” Victor trailed off, “Welcome to the club.” Mark bitterly huffed, shaking his head. He went on to rub a hand down his face, Vic guessed he was trying to suppress the growing rage bubbling beneath the surface. “We got Hayworth, so don’t push your luck. He’s not talking much, but the one thing he did say? Las Vegas.” Mark stated, “Vegas? You think they’re keeping her there?” Victor pondered, it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch— Vegaa was a tourist city, and like every tourist city, it had a large underbelly of crime that would be easy to slip a kidnapped human through.

Before Mark could answer, his phone buzzed violently. He snatched it up, pressing it to his ear, fortuneately or unfortunately, Vic could make out the conversation fairly well due to the person on the other end yelling.

“Mark? We’ve got a problem, a big one.” The voice on the other end began. “Sam, now’s not the time—” Mark tried to put simply, “Yeah, well, Rodan doesn’t seem to give a shit about your schedule.” Another voice cut in, “Shut up, Rick.” Ilene snapped, confirming the other voice as Rick Stanton. “What?” Mark muttered, “He’s inbound. Headed straight for the city.” The first voice exclaimed, Mark exchanged a look with Ilene, then pushed away from the table.

Victor thought he was off the hook only for the building to tremble, sending his stomach into a twist as a large, prehistoric shadow loomed over the bar, blocking out streetlights.

A guttural, ear-splitting roar tore through the air, like that of a demon shrieking from the depths of hell itself.

Outside the shattered window and the first Titan Victor had the misfortune of seeing up close— Rodan, perched atop a nearby building, wings half-spread, firelight gleaming against his volcanic hide. His eyes burned with fury, his beak snapping open in another deafening screech.

Without warning, The Fire Demon dove, sending the bar into chaos as glass shattered, debris rained from above, people screamed in terror as the building began to collapse, flames licking hungrily at its edges.

Mark grabbed Victor by the collar, dragging him toward the exit. “Move, now!” Mark exclaimed, G-team soldiers were already outside, scrambling into Ospreys. Mark, Ilene, and an unwilling Victor rushed aboard, the aircraft lifting off as Rodan smashed into the street, sending a shockwave through the city.

As they ascended, Victor stole one last look at the wreckage below. Gone was the bar, and in its place was Rodan at the center of it all, his wings flaring as he let out another furious shriek.

[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.

[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.