#gogan x mothra

[galionne-vibin]

Gigan x Mothra? (weird ship, I know, but it's my fav and I'm just curious :>)

Gigan x Mothra (Mothgan?)

-Vibin’s rating: Hmm 6/10, I don’t really ship it but it does sound hella cute.

-Headcanon: Watching Gigan and Mothra interact is always pretty funny for other kaijus- because Gigan tries so damn hard to be careful with all his spikes and his knife-hands. He’s absolutely terrified of accidentally stabbing Mothra or hurting her delicate wings, so he always moves his arms slowly and with a wide margin between her and himslef and it looks really awkward- but also oddly cute.

Snippet: Worry (I’m so sorry if this is OOC or there’s stuff that doesn’t make sense, it’s my first time writing Gigan q-q)

Gigan was known as an overtly-violent, blood thirsty alien. He was feared by all who witnessed his destructive abilities and many saw him as a fearless beast- mistakenly so. The moments where Gigan wasn’t a nervous mess were, in fact, few and far between. There were, after all, oh so many things for him to worry about, wherever he went. Space? Black holes were a constant threat ; the fear of being sucked into the nothingness of the cosmos always lingered somewhere in his mind ; and crossing asteroid belts carried a considerable amount of risk. Earth? Well... There was Godzilla. Sure Gigan was powerful ; but so was the king of this world. The cyborg had lost to him more times than he’d like to admit and sustained some of the most terrible wounds as a result- cracked visor, broken bones, limbs and cybernetic equipment nearly torn from his body... Oh, he was healed and repaired every time, sure. But it didn’t take away from the agonising experience.

There was still, however, one place on Earth where Gigan’s worries were slightly alleviated: Infant Island. It was small and far away from everything, but it was also home to Mothra- the only source of warmth and companionship in the alien’s lonely existence. She was kind and caring ; all the opposite of what Gigan was used to. It had taken a while for him to learn he could trust her, to let go of his self-protective instincts and let her care for him. But soon enough he wasn’t flinching at her gentle touch anymore- enjoying it, even. She took away his many pains and sorrows, replacing it with warmth and comfort without ever asking for anything in return. But most important of all, she taught him to care. She taught him to be affectionate ; to be careful and to be loving. She brought to life the living, breathing, emotion-filled side of him his cybernetic half had been suppressing for so long.

She was his breath of life and only solace in the world- and that was just fine by him.