#godzilla fic

"Will one of you fools do something?" Ichi wailed. "I am being threatened by this—this—this monster!"

"Maybe it wants to be your friend?" Kevin called from where he was peeking out of a porta-potty. Ni's eyes glinted in the shadows behind him.

The peacock stretched its neck up and jabbed its beak into one of Ichi's shoes. Ichi's voice cracked on a squeal as he tried to hoist himself higher.

Godzilla's knees fully buckled, and he crashed to the ground in hysterics. Maddie wasn't sure he was actually breathing with how hard he was laughing.

"Oh dear," Mothra said.

A second peacock, perhaps summoned by the cries of the first, had appeared from down the path. It shook its impressive fan of feathers up and out, then joined the fray. Ichi rained ancient Titan curses down on them; they remained fearless, circling.

Maddie zoomed in.

"Heeey, Maddie," Rodan said from behind them.

"Yeah?"

"What's Monarch's stance on us Titans keepin' pets?"

It was on the tip of her tongue to say they probably wouldn't mind, but it occurred to her that he was asking this question at a zoo. She turned around.

Rodan wiggled his eyebrows, grinning the grin of a master troublemaker—and someone who already knew the answer to his own question in this context. The pair of small penguins he had tucked in his arms honked quietly.

"Oh my god," Maddie whispered.

"Do you," Rodan, who had a "secret" tiktok account that Monarch was staunchly ignoring, said, "want to form an alliance with me?"

Mothra started to turn around too, but Maddie stopped her with a hand on her arm. "Don't," she said. "Plausible deniability. Save yourself. Rodan—hell yeah I do."

Her day went from amazing to perfect: there was a crack of wood giving out, a telling thump of body meeting dirt, and a rise in shrieking, both human and peacock. Maddie whirled around to capture Ichi's mauling on camera.

"Excellent," Rodan murmured. And then, and she really wasn't sure how, considering his arms were kinda full, he snuck a baby penguin—where had he been keeping that?—around to her front. "You're in charge of this one."

Shifting her phone to one hand, Maddie gladly accepted her fuzzy burden and slipped it inside her leather jacket.

• • •

"God, I wish you could talk," Maddie said, watching Godzilla drag his snout and neck all over the side of a patient sheep. He was like a cat with one of those catnip roller balls. "I would pay so much money to know what's going through your head right now. The only thing better than this was your reaction to the flamingos."

She'd seen a lot in her time as a mini-Titan wrangler, but that full on jaw-dropped, wide-eyed look of shock was a first. A hilarious first, and a memory she would cherish forever.

"'Scuse me." Something tugged at Maddie's shirt.

She turned and found a little girl, maybe five years old, watching Godzilla with a look of awe.

"Hi," Maddie said.

"Hi. Can I pet, please?"

Maddie looked at Godzilla and tried to convey up to you, dude with her eyebrows. He considered the little girl, then bobbed his head once, crooning.

Maddie crouched down. "Yeah, go for it, kiddo. No pulling or poking, okay?"

"I know rules," she declared, then very bravely and confidently ran her tiny little hand down the neck of the King of Titans. Maddie puffed her cheeks out and pressed her lips into a trembling line; she didn't want the kid to think she was being laughed at.

Godzilla rumbled and tilted his head in encouragement, eyes nearly rolling back in his head when the girl found a good scratching spot.

Apparently satisfied after a minute of petting Godzilla, the girl stepped back, carefully said, "Thank you. Very nice," and wandered away before Maddie could come up with a response.

Godzilla looked like he was increasingly happy with this trip to the petting zoo.

"Mama!" Maddie heard. "Mama, I pet a croc'dile!"

A distant, harried voice croaked, "You pet what?!"

Maddie barked a laugh. "What'dya think, G? Is the truth better or worse?"

Suddenly a piercing sound overlapped the fire's ambiance. The piercing sound is different, its wails are all too familiar. A baby. Did Mothra die again? She turns her head to the entrance of her cave, Not expecting to see a tired Mothra. Mothra as a whole did not look as elegant as she used to in public. Her hair is not elegantly styled like she used to be. Styled into a rushed but simple hair bun with only a single accessory probably meant to keep the somewhat bun up, Her clothes only consist of her robe and under it, her nightgown, and around her arm is a screaming child, Baki’s grandson. Baki saw Mothra’s face and knew what the problem was.

“Mother..” Mothra said her voice was already evidence of her tiredness. Baki barely heard it over the child’s wailing screams. 

Baki gives a sympathetic look as she extends her arm to her adopted daughter. Mothra sighs as she tiredly walks over to her mother as she bounces her screaming baby trying to calm him the least. Mothra gives an ‘oomph!’ as she sits next to Baki and leans her head on Baki’s shoulder as Baki caresses her shoulder for comfort. 

“Help me..” Mothra pleads, she winces at the baby's sudden loud wails.

-

Not a minute goes by as the cave goes silent. Baki cooed at her grandson sleeping in her arms, sucking on his thumb. Mothra looks at the both fascinated by the sudden calmness of her child. Mothra slumps herself to the wall as she gives a loud sigh of relief. 

Baki giggles at that. “He’s got your face, I can tell you that,” Baki said as she then faced Mothra.

 “Mother, Baki, Whatever magic you have. Give it to me now” Mothra said.

Baki chuckles, “I don't have magic unlike you. You know that.”

“No mother. I mean...I mean this magic!” Mothra said as she extended her arms at Baki, 

emphasizing her.

 “I have been trying to make Rhagor stop crying and fall asleep for Five hours and you did those two in only under a second!” 

“Five Hours?, didn’t Godzilla try to help?”

“No. He is currently away to do his duties.” 

Baki's eyes furrow. 

“His Majesty didn’t help you to calm the babe?”

“Mother please is not like that. I told him I could handle it and that he should do his work today. And man do I regret it. He did try to stay though I can tell you that. But we both know that he has work to attend to.” Mothra said as she looked at her baby. 

She smiled at her child. Sleeping peacefully. Mothra used the back of her finger to softly caress her child's cheek causing the babe to flinch. Mothra immediately pulled back but luckily the Baby continued to sleep. 

Baki watches Mothra’s expression quickly to a depressing look. “Somethings in your mind, What are you thinking child?”

Mothra closes her eyes as if trying to keep her expression in check. She opens her eyes once more as she solely focuses on the sleeping baby. Her sleeping baby.

“I’ve tried everything. I fed him, cleaned him, sang to him, and paced around the room until my legs hurt just for him to be calm. But still, he didn't. I tried flying hoping the feeling of flight would calm him but, no he just screamed louder as his little hands held tight to me. I scared him. I frightened my baby” Mothra said as her eyes started to leak tears. 

“A-and when I stopped and tried to calm him to let him know that he shouldn't be scared and t-that I'm here. But he just kept on crying and crying.” Mothra inhales deeply as her emotion overcomes her. “Then I saw your island and knew that I should go and ask for help and...” 

Mothra looked at her mother in tears and snot covered her face. She was never scared to be vulnerable around her mother.

Mothra then remembered the time where She and Godzilla were planning to start a family. And during this, she excitedly told Baki her plans. She remembers Baki giving her an excited look with a hint of sadness in them, She remembers Baki’s hands cupping both of her cheeks as her thumbs caressed her cheek.

You’re going to be a good mother, my Queen.

“Momma..I-I am not a good mother. Mommy all the simple things a mother could do I couldn't even do. I can't even-”

 Mothra didn't get to finish her sentence as Baki embraced her, crushing Mothra’s face into her shoulder, grounding her. Mothra returns the embrace as she holds onto Baki tightly.

Baki pulls away as she places her forehead against Mothra's forehead. 

“You are a good mother Mothra.”

“I am not..”

“Yes, you are.” Baki holds Mothra’s face as she makes Mothra look at her. 

“Look at your child Mothra. He is healthy, he is heavy and he is happy. you feed him, you give him the love that he needs and you care for him. He is a lucky baby.” 

“But I couldn't put him to sleep I-”

“Yes, you couldn’t. You needed my help, and needing my help doesn't make you less of a mother than you are now. You know by asking me for help you knew that could calm him down. You knew what was best. You are a good mother, Mayona.” Baki said as she placed a kiss between Mothra’s brow.

“Never think that because of this moment, you aren't a good mother.”

Mothra was stunned and emotional at her mother's words not noticing that Baki had passed the sleeping child over to her. Rhagor stirred but quickly went back to sleep when he felt it was his mother who was holding him. He grunts contently as his small hand comes to grip tightly on his mother's nightgown not wanting to be separated from her. 

“Even your babe knows it. You are good Mayon-a. You are good.”