Hello, so as an introduction, this book will just be random Godzilla and Mothra one-shots.

Some will be cheesy, or cliche but I plan on them being original.

I will be honest, I have a book in the making and these one-shots are to help me get into writing these characters but also just share whatever dumb ideas I come up with.

Thank you, now onto the one-shot(s)!

-X-

It was late in the night.

Everyone was asleep except of course of the ones who roam around underneath the moon's glow.

While some critters go out to hunt, or keeping an eye open, one creature stood awake.

On an island far away in the sea, Infant Island, a King and Queen isolated themselves away from others. Privacy mainly.

In a cave, an opening to the sky was what provided light, the moon's light mainly. It wasn't a too large opening, but enough for the Queen to fly out when she needed, even though there were other openings, that one was just the quickest route.

The moonlight shone onto a royal bundle. The King's large body was almost curled into a ball, his tail not all the way to his snout, because he had a bit of a 'surprise' tucked into his stomach.

The Queen.

She stayed awake, not feeling an ounce of tiredness in her eyes. While she was pressed into the side of his stomach, her head laid on the King's tail. Keeping watch.

Why was she awake?

She was a protecter. She had to be ready for any threat. Especially any threat towards her King. Not only that but just in case of a nightmare. Maybe something small as a nightly snack. Or any other thing her King would awake from or need.

Her King would say something about how he could protect himself and that she shouldn't stress about it, but he eventually gave up and let her do what she wanted when she kept insisting.

He wasn't irritated, but as long as it wasn't effecting her in a unhealthy manner then he was alright with it.

The Queen kept her eyes open. On some nights she would admire the stars above at times, or the painting on the cave walls, or her King.

She would sometimes watch his facial expressions while he slept. She loved —carefully— tracing the crown that trailed down his back to the tip of his tail. The details and shapes of his fins caught her attention as well.

She mainly loved pressing herself against him. His cold scales felt nice against her fur, especially during spring or summer nights.

The Queen shifted a bit when she heard a small noise. She was very alert, a simple quiet noise made her want to jump and cover the King with her wing.

She made a promise and still kept it.

That she would keep him under her wing.

The King's tail lifted suddenly and he shifted. He shifted his heavy body on his side. It was a little more comfortable posture for him and his type of 'frame'.

The Queen huffed.

She, herself, was comfortable. A second ago.

She disliked it whenever he would move. Because, hello she was very comfortable!

She stood on her legs to turn her body the other way, the direction of where the King's head was facing.

She laid herself on the ground before pressing into his stomach again. She even laid her head on one of his extended arms while the other just draped across his stomach.

Then she heard deep groan.

She looked at The King as he slowly sat up and streched.

She huffed again.

The King didn't miss it. He knew how much she hated it when he moved, especially when she was comfortable.

He let out a deep chuckle.

The Queen just silently pouted.

Till she felt an arm pull her into a solid chest and lock in place. The King curled his body—and tail— around her. She felt like she was cocooned. For the second time.

The King let out another deep chuckle, the Queen even felt it this time. His signature smirk was stuck on his face.

"Sorry."

"No your not."