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Fandom: Buzzfeed Unsolved, Godzilla: King of the Monsters
Pairing: Ryan Bergara/Shane Madej
Warning: Apocalyptic!End!Of!The!World stuff, mentions of dead people, mass suicides
Summary:Â The Titans have returned. The world has ended. The Ghoul Boys are still here.
Notes: Â Â HO-KAY. This is dedicated to @theawfuledges, who has always been super sweet, super supportive, and who had a bad day a while back and deserved something then but I. Take. FOREVER.
Inspired by this sorta-not-really-prompt-post and also the fact that @theawfuledges seems to also enjoy Godzilla. This is the Shyan!Godzilla!AU NO one asked for and probably NO one will care about - but! I had fun writing it enough that Iâd consider coming back to it at some point - I mean, why not, amiright?
Anyway - excuse all my philosophizing about the end of the world via Titans and enjoyâŚ
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Theyâve been walking through the wasteland for almost an hour now and Shane can still feel Ryanâs eyes on his back. He ignores it, as heâs been ignoring it. Heâs even whistled a tuneless song on and off during their walk, just to rub it in. A sort of reminder that heâs oblivious and doesnât know Ryanâs trying to burn a hole through him. I mean, he does know, but itâs justâŚitâs too funny.
Ryan is always too funny whenâs worked up into a snit. No, not funnyâŚcute. Something Shane probably shouldnât think about, but think he does. The best way to try to not think about it? Antagonize the little guy. So antagonize he does, finally stopping in their rambles to squat down at a larger than usual rock heâs kicked at.
It didnât make him stumble exactly, but it caught his attention enough to make him stop and bend down. He tosses the smooth white stone around in one palm, grinning, âWell, well, wellâŚainât you a nifty lookinâ fellaâŚâ
He stands back up, fully aware that Ryan has stopped a few feet behind him and is still glaring. Hell, heâs probably reached seething at this point. Balled up fists shaking at his sides and the mere idea of that imagery â the utter adorableness of it â breaks Shaneâs resolve, âWhat?â
âReally?!â Ryan finally explodes and his voice cracks over the word and Jesus, the guy is too goddamn precious for words, âA rock?! Thatâs what catches your attention?!â
âSure! This baby could be a geode! Just need to crack âer open and see if she sparkles!â Shane returns as he waggles the stone in Ryanâs direction, lips curled in a devious smile. He finally turns to look behind him and see Ryan and oh, no.
Shane wants to press a hand to his heart. Ryan has moved beyond cute, beyond adorable, beyond precious. Heâs reached that level where it takes all of Shaneâs willpower not to dart right over and kiss the breath out of him as Ryan cries, âIâve been shooting death daggers at you for over an hour now!â
âHave you?â
âYes, you monumental jackass! And I know you know it!â
Shane can only chuckle and Ryan frantically waves his arms about, âItâs been weeks now and we still have yet to talk about it! We just go out for recons, talk banal shit, and you â you stop for a fucking pebble instead of doing what you should do!â
Shane merely raises his eyebrows, that question enough and Ryan comes closer, breath all huffy and puffy and the perfect representation of a temper tantrum in human form, âWhich is give me the worldâs biggest fucking apology!â
ââŚfor?â
âFOR?!â Another word cracked by hysteria, âBeing right! Monsters exist! Or is this-â Ryan yet again waves about, waves around at the miles and miles of baked, orange earth and uprooted, long dead trees. The rubble of buildings long since lost, the endless expanse of nothing but baseless destruction â â-not proof enough for you?!â
Shane just dips the rock in Ryanâs direction like itâs the tip of a pointer, âNever said monsters werenât real. I said ghosts werenât,â he draws the rock back and continues walking, voice very sage, âAnd that continues to be a fact." He turns away and starts walking again, "Now the Titans? Oh man, those boys are flesh and blood. Meat and bone. Just like Bigfoot and hey, do you think-?â
ââŚstop itâŚâ
Shane turns to look at him again even as he continues walking backwards, â-Bigfoot is a Titan?â
Ryan only stops to pinch the bridge of his nose. His earlier anger has finally spooled out of him thanks to his outburst, leaving only his normal Shane-oriented exhaustion, âI mean, heâs no Godzilla or Gidroah-â
âGhidorah.â
âHmm?â
Ryanâs tone is bone weary, âYou said it wrong. Itâs Ghidorah.â
Shane just waves a hand like itâs no big deal and Ryan stands up a little taller, clearly offended by the gesture. Perfectionist. Shane is pretty sure his smile is never going to leave, âWhatever. But BigfootâŚhe can hang with the big boys, right?â
âI donât think Bigfoot is capable of leveling Los Angeles which, news flash, is what happened when Godzilla and the other Titans trampled through!â
âIt was their world first, pal,â is his amicable response, âWe just have to do our best to live with it.â
Ryan looks less than pleased at that revelation and Shane canât blame him. StillâŚ
Finally Shane sobers, stopping to look at Ryan with all due seriousness, âRyanâŚâ
He doesnât say any more. He doesnât have to. Ryan just gives his own subdued head bob because, well, itâs the truth. They do have to do their best to live with it. What else can they do? They have no power over creatures taller than skyscrapers. Ancient beasts on par with living gods. The human race did what it could. It wasnât enough. But â to be fair â what could they do?
Humanity always likes to think of itself as the top tier â nothing bigger, nothing brighter, nothing stronger. And within the span of a few weeks that was proven horribly untrue. Frankly, Shane always knew it would be â humility is something every living being should possess and a lot of humanity lost that long ago â but frankly, heâd been banking on aliens.
Not big olâ monsters.
Regardless, they are where they are. In a world where massive creatures walk the earth and humans have been knocked down several pegs. Pegs that have to scurry out shelter and he and Ryan found it. They reach it now â an underground bunker dug deep into the earth by god knows who.
The first time theyâd found the little hide-ho theyâd intended to merely use it for one night, sure that the original owners would appear. But they didnât. Night after night passed and no one came to claim the bunker â so Shane decided they should claim it for themselves. Hell, they took a bridge from a Goatman and made it their own â why not a bunker?
Hence why itâs colorful name â Â âThe Goatmanâs Bunkerâ. Heâd even made a sign to that effect once theyâd managed to scrounge up some paper and workable pens. Funny the things you find littered amongst the refuse. Like his cool new rock â which he now sets alongside other treasures heâs found in their travels. A kidâs beat up plastic car, a broken snow globe, a crushed cup advertising Disneyland (long since gone â a collectible now!), and other debris he found of interest.
Ryan takes off his backpack and reaches inside, digging out various goodies they scavenged today. Dented bottles of water (always a god send), band-aids, several tin cans of vegetables and meats, scraped bottles with unreadable labels and anything else he could shove in.
Theyâre both pretty sure theyâd come across the ruins of some pharmacy today â maybe a CVS or Walgreens or something â but neither could be certain. But there had certainly been a nicer haul than usual. Some days they walked out into the wasteland and found nothing for miles but old car parts and the occasionally, questionable collection of garbage.
SometimesâŚsometimes they found worse thingsâŚ
Both of them tried their best not to think of those things. Awful, sad things. Dead things. Crushed things. They had a radio in the bunker and there was the occasional chatter, but mostly? Mostly the world was silent. Funny how quickly a world, its people, its governments â could fall apart in the face of something it couldnât understand.
There was word of massive suicide sites. Places where religious fanatics scrambled, unable to comprehend a world in which something their God couldnât have possibly made appeared. There was word of places where ground born militias formed. People bloodthirsty for revenge, willing to do whatever they have to, to fight back, to rage against the sky â against forces beyond their control. There has been a lot of different wordâŚbut nothing that really concerns the two of them.
At least not for now.
For now?
For now the Ghoul Boys have their Goatmanâs Bunker and a questionable collection of cans that will provide tonightâs sustenance.
What Shane wouldnât give for a can opener. Heâs gotten pretty good at stabbing cans open with the knife he has, but sometimes tiny metal shavings still end up in their meals. Tonight is no exception. He stabs away at a few cans, digs out what he can on to broken plates theyâd found. Broken, a little chipped â but surprisingly in pretty good condition.
The food, however, is mush. Shane scoops up a bit with his fingers and licks at it, wincing as the taste, âThink this is chickpeasâŚor maybe hominyâŚâ
âThose two things are very different.â
âOh, sorry Paul Prudhomme â whatâs your expansive palate telling you?â
Ryanâs nose wrinkles even as he takes his own bite, âUmâŚpeaches?â
âPe-?â Shane canât even finish, laughing, because this sure as shit isnât peaches. As is his way, Ryan looks charmingly flummoxed, âI taste something sweet, you dipshit!â
âWell, you did just stick your fingers in your mouth, didnât you?â Shane teases and he knows itâs on the edge of a flirt and dammit, bad idea, Shane, bad ideaâŚ
Again â as is his way â Ryan ignores it. Shane releases the breath he isnât even aware heâs holding. Good. Ryan shouldnât respond. Good. And yetâŚ
Shane takes another bite of his âdinnerâ and itâs as questionable as the last. Maybe even more so, given their last interaction. This is not the time. This is SO not the time. The worldâs ended. Or, well, the world as they knew it. Now is not the time to put the moves on Ryan. It wasnât before. It isnât now. When will it ever-?
Never, his thoughts whisper, and Shane feels his face fall, feels an uncharacteristic moroseness take him. He polishes off what last few bites he can manage, even though heâs not hungry, and then he rubs his hands clean on the material of his dirty jeans. Not the most hygienic, true â but they canât waste water.
He can always find some stream tomorrow â do a better job then. Say what you will about the Titans, but their returns had brought some worth while things. California was flusher with fresh streams than ever before. Glowing green plant life â plant life that, before â would have scorched â now flourishes here. Itâs as if the arrival of these creatures changed the very exosphere.
He wonders how global warming looks now. Have they caused a monumental shift in it? Probably. If anything has the power to, they probably do. Fuck, they can probably grow back icebergs or something. Create new fossil fuels. God â or heh, Godzilla â knows what. Once feeling his hands are sufficiently clean, he sighs and looks over at Ryan who has started in on again on his torn, dog-eared novel.
âThinking Iâm going to hit the hay.â
Ryan blinks, âAlready?â
He just shrugs, âLong day.â
âYeah,â Ryan admits softly and Shane goes over to his sleeping bag. Itâs funny, but in as much as things changed, some have stayed the same. Sleeping together in a dirty, gross shit holes? Just like old times. Except no oneâs filming with plans to upload it to the internet later.
The internet. Man. Talk about something to miss. The whole world at your fingertips. Although, in a way, they now have that albeit in a much more literal sense. Shane snuggles deep into his bag and falls to sleep far quicker than he thought he would.
Ryan, for his part, continues to idly pick through his uncovered novel. Itâs a pretty decent tale. Romance. Big shocker. The world is over and all he can find in the remains are old bodice rippers. But a book is a book â entertainment is pretty goddamn scarce these days. Heâll take what he can get. True, he wants to click on the radio â see if thereâs any good word, any good news â but he doesnât want to disturb Shane.
âŚeven if the bastard wonât admit heâs wrong. And yeah, the Titans arenât ghosts. But they are real. So, if theyâre real â itâs not much of a stretch to think the same thing of ghosts.
âŚprobably a lot more ghosts nowâŚwhat with all theâŚ
Ryan canât even coherently string it all together. All the lives lost. Too many to even begin to contemplate. A planetwide event, a tragedy beyond bearing. And here the two of them are. Holed up in their little bunker, trying to live the best lives they can. Ryanâs a few more pages in when he hears that familiar hum.
His mouth twitches, unable to resist the smile forming.
Ha-hum. Ha-hum. Ha-Hum.
The sound Shane makes while he sleeps. The soft hum of his breathing. Ryan canât even count how many times heâs fallen asleep to that sound. Clung to it when they were shooting in creepy locations. He never slept well in supposedly haunted locationsâŚbut he always slept a little better when they shared space. When he hears those sounds.
Ha-hum. Ha-hum. Ha-Hum.
Like the bastard laughs in his sleep. Although, the sound isnât quite like a laugh. It justâŚit has that same warm sound, that rewarding quality his laughter carries. Affable, irresistible, rich andâŚRyan looks down at the words on the pages of the book before him, feels his cheeks heat. Heâs been reading far too much of this mushy shit. Itâs messing with his thoughts. He closes the book and contemplates his options.
Sleep is probably the best among them. He looks to Shane again. Long limbs all akimbo â awkward. He fits within his cocoon and yet not. Ridiculous â those stork legs, those string bean armsâŚ
âŚhow would those arms feel wrapped around-?
Ryan literally tosses his book aside. All your fault, he thinks at it, even as he stands up rolls his shoulders. Okay. Calm on. Relax. Donât be stupid. Just go to sleep.
He climbs into his own bag, which isnât far from Shaneâs. He dampens their lanterns and itâs dark, cool, quiet. Heâs almost asleep when he hears it. A deep, hefty rumble. Like thunder, but worse. Far worse. Worse because no storm has this feeling behind it. This pure, volatile energy.
He sits up, his breath catching. Itâs far off in the distance, but it doesnât matter. He knows what it is. Itâs one of them. His heart leaps into his throat and fear throttles him so roughly that at first he canât move â eyes watering as the sound grows in strength.
âŚboomâŚboomâŚBoomâŚBOOM!
The last makes the ground shake and he hates the goddamn squeak that leaves him as he physical jolts. Shane (sonofabitch!) is still asleep and Jesus Christ, does this fucker sleep through everything?! Ryan rolls his bag hard to one side, closer to Shane, knocking him with enough force that Shane wakes, voice groggy with sleep, ââŚizzat?â
âTheyâre coming! Theyâre coming!â Ryan wishes he didnât sound so whiny and high pitched and frantic. For fuckâs sake â heâs a grown man! But the sound of thoseâŚfootstepsâŚ
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The ground beneath them shakes violently. Ryanâs experienced earthquakes before (California born and raised) but this is beyond that. This is as if the planet itself is coming apart. Shane sits up, even as Ryan shushes at him, tugs at him â as if somehow Shaneâs sitting up, underground, in the dark, can signal the Titans above them.
Shane tilts his head this way and that â clearly doing his best to listen. To pinpoint. And then he slowly turns back to Ryan, âHey, heyâŚshush, shushâŚtheyâre moving awayâŚâ
Ryanâs eyes hurt from being open so wide. Ryanâs chest hurts because his heart is beating so fast. RyanâsâŚhurt. He hurts and hurts and suddenly heâs in Shaneâs arms. Shane is cuddling him close, âRy? Ryan, buddy, come onâŚcome on! Calm down, calm down. BreatheâŚâ
âŚhe canâtâŚRyan canâtâŚ
âYou can,â Shane intones firmly and Ryan realizes heâs said something to that effect aloud, âRyan, breathe.â
Ryan drags in one loud, long shuddering breath. Then another. Then another. His mind briefly flickers over all heâs lost. All theyâve lost. All the friends, all the family, all the peopleâŚthe worldâŚ
His wide eyes fill. Blink. Shed some tears, there and gone, and heâs still breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. He curls forward some, relaxes, and heâs in Shaneâs arms and theyâre not quite as string bean as he thought. They have strength and weight and long fingers are stroking through his sweat damp, dark hair. Soothing it back from his forehead.
Ryan lets out a jittery wheeze, âSorryâŚmust think Iâm a dumb ass.â
âNo.â
âShaneâŚâ
âRyan, youâre not a dumb ass because youâre afraid.â
âYouâre not.â
âShows what you know.â
âShaneâŚâ
âRyan,â Now itâs Shaneâs turn to sound bone weary, âWe played up that shit for the show. You know that. Being scared of heroin needles and avocado pits andâŚand you know,â he says it so firmly, with such deep assurance that â even in the darkness of the bunker â Ryan knows heâs looking directly into his eyes, âYou know Iâm just as human as everybody else. That I get afraid. That I am afraid.â
âYeah?â Ryan asks and he canât see the nod, but he knows he gets it. And Shaneâs right. Of course heâs right. Ryan knows heâs right. Shaneâs not any more of a dumb ass than he is. They have every right to be afraid. Everyone in the world currently is. Itâs all changing. Itâs all becoming new. So new that to-to be afraid of other things? Silly things? Well, that would be what would make him a dumb ass, right?
And itâs this thought that leads Ryan to ask, âCan I kiss you?â
Two little balls of heat form right on the apples of his cheeks, lighting zipping up and down his spine because â holy shit â did he just say that out loud? And he canât really see Shane in the cool darkness of the bunker. Their lanterns are out, but he can feel him. Sense him. HeâsâŚclose.
And then Shane answers.
âI donât knowâŚcan you?â
It takes Ryan a moment to digest this response. And when he does? He fishes out his flat pillow and hopes it hits hard as he smacks right across Shaneâs face, âFuck you! You-!â
The curse is said without any real heat, but it canât be helped, because, well â goddammit! So Ryan plans to keep on pummeling Shane until he somehow dies from pillow pummeling only for Shane to stop him. He manages to catch his pillow and stall his movements as he grunts out, âNo! Hey! S-sorry, look-! I just-! I just couldnât help myself, yâknow?â
âOh, do I?!â
âYeah, man I mean â it was right there!â Shane damn near pleads with him, clearly feeling the opportunity was too good to pass up, âBesides, it wasâŚit was too damned much. You asking like thatâŚall hat in handâŚâ
Ryanâs struggles with the pillow cease as Shane comesâŚcloser. He can feel him closer. The heat of him, the rush of air on his lips in the dark as Shane talks that his breathe caresses Ryanâs mouth, âBut you can, Ryan.â
The last is said with such intensity that Ryanâs whole body shakes harder than when the Titans walked near them. His heart booms louder than their steps. He feels Shane hovering so close, ââŚIâve wanted you to.â
A thick, noisy swallow and a very cracking, very insecure, âYeah?â
âMmm. Been waiting for you to.â
âR-really?â
A soft scoff, âNo, actually â never thought you were interested. Never thought Iâd be so lucky. But goddamn Ryan, if you are? You can kiss me and then some.â
Thatâs all the incentive Ryan needs. He charges forward and yes â kissing in the dark when youâre not quite sure where the other person is? Awkward. WEIRD. Ryanâs lips sort of miss Shaneâs and thereâs a laugh and a snort and a lot of fumbling in the pitch black dark.
But then?
Oh, then.
Then thereâs lips meeting and Ryanâs thoughts splinter, his veins ignite and heâs kissing Shane. Their tongues are tangling, lips playing along one another and suddenly the world isnât over. Itâs just beginning.
omg your mp100 godzilla AU is so cute đ like clifford the big red dog, gojira grew so much bc of serizawaâs love
Ahh yes! Kksjk I wasn't thinking on Clifford when I made the Au tho, but it makes a lot of sense since esper's powers comes froms feelings and emotions
Basically, instead of the Seven Days of Fire and the God Warriors, it was kinda more akin to what happened in Godzilla: Cataclysm in that humanity thought they could control the Kaiju but it backfired resulting in the Kaiju obliterating human civilization. Thousand years later, Godzilla has gone into a state of dormancy with the Tolmekians hoping to kill him in his home turf (which is now what used to be Japan) and, in a botched attempt to lure him out, they wake him up and heâs frigginâ pissed.Â
So in other words, this takes elements from the 1984 Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind, Godzilla Cataclysm, and Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters.
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