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Superheroes with Secrets: A Brief Moment of Needed Respite (Fic Part 155. Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

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‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

“I’m sorry.” He whispers.

“It’s okay, just don’t forget, Eich gwraig ydw i. That’s Welsh for I’m your wife… I actually took the necklace off because I thought if you came running after me, you’d bring it with you and put it around my neck.”

“Who’s to say I didn’t?” He reaches into his pocket and pulls it out.

“Oh mon Dieu, Shane, I… uhm … Rwy’n dy garu di.” Kirby murmurs, trying not to cry.

“I love you too.” He whispers, attaching it around her neck.

“Thank you, honestly, for never letting me run away for longer than a day, mon mari, I was gonna ask this earlier, but then everything happened and I… I’m okay, I’m not gonna cry, I just… Can you call me your princess today, as much as possible?”

“Of course, Princess.”

“Merci, mon mari… we should head back to the house now, let you eat your breakfast.”

“While we’re walking… Shannon said I should probably talk about something else with you too…”

“Uh huh, go on…”

“There’s not really an easy way to talk about this, but here it goes… I’m struggling. Really badly. There’s a lot of times when I feel like self-destructing, but I keep myself together for you. Because you’re more upset. I don’t say anything because you’re hormonal and can't always control everything. But sometimes… sometimes, I just have no idea how to keep going like I am. Having to read your mind all the time to figure out if you’ll be okay with something I do or say and then nearly get sick from the resulting panic when you run off and cuss me out for following you. Having to guess if you need space or need me to chase. Having to just keep pushing when you throw things at me. Having to interpret every little gesture. I’m good at it, but what would have happened if I left your ring at the house in my panic? You would have been more angry and I would have only felt worse. I may be a superhero, my love, but I’m not superman. I’m only human. And humans have mistakes. Humans need forgiveness sometimes. Humans need to be able to take a breath and not analyze their every word and action every moment. I’m keeping it together, sweetheart, but it’s through grit and prayer.”

“Well then, Hurricane, view my actions now as the truest thing I can do to say I’m never, ever leaving you,” Kirby states matter-of-factly before pulling Helms into a heated and passionate kiss, “I may be unable to control my hormones, but I can control my actions and my heart is telling me to protect you, fy ngwr, for you are the only thing keeping me from setting the whole world on fire in my grief and anger, if I didn’t have you, I would be a husk of a human being. A non-human.”

“I just… I need to be strong for you all the time, but whenever I know you’re safe, I crack a bit. I hate cracking because I know you need me, but there’s some days when I almost feel too cracked to function…”

“If you want to spend a day or two with me taking care of you that’s okay, I’m more than willing to take care of you for as long as you want or need me to just… I don’t want to say this… but please, Shane, I don’t want you to feel too cracked to function because,” Kirby pauses, taking a deep breath in and covering her eyes with her hands, “I don’t want to lose you… I can’t risk losing the only person I’ve ever truly loved in a romantic way, I have lost too many loved ones to count, I can’t add your name to the list, please don’t make me add your name to the list.”

“I don’t want to be on the list either. There’s just some days where life weighs down on me hard and I have to push it down to take care of you.”

“No more, okay, if you’re having a bad day, you tell me and we’ll… we’ll snuggle up together… and watch movies … and I’ll read you poetry and … I’ll make you pancakes and chocolate milkshakes … and we’ll just relax and try to enjoy the little things until you feel like a million dollars again.”

“Thank you, Princess.”

“Rwy’n dy garu di, fy ngwr.” Kirby whispers, wiping tears away from her eyes and pulls Helms into a gentle kiss.

“I love you too, my beautiful wife.”

“If I weren’t pregnant, I’d carry you back to the house and wrap you up in every blanket we have.”

“Just walking is fine for now… and a favor that you can either accept or refuse and my opinion of you won’t change if you refuse.”

“And what would that favor be?”

“As long as Shannon’s around, I’d like to be able to kiss and snuggle with him without having to check. No making out, no rounding the bases, but little kisses and just holding him a bit. Nothing you’d see outside of a G-rated movie. Would that be okay?”

“That would be okay, as long as you two don’t fuck, it’s fine, no sucking dicks or getting it in the ass, or jacking each other off. That’s what makes me feel like I can’t trust you, mon mari. Anything that you would see in a G-rated movie is fine.” Kirby nods.

“So just to be absolutely clear, anything fully clothed and without relation to any sex organ is okay?”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“Just keep your dicks in your pants and I won’t knee either of you in the dick.”

“Understood.”

“I kinda want to sit on your lap, or Shannon’s lap to be honest, be super close to you two and just snuggle, maybe let Shannon get to know me … and why I’m such a fucking bitch.” Kirby whispers to herself.

“Honey, you’re not a bitch. This morning was just a bad misunderstanding.”

“Feel like I’m a bitch.”

“You’re not.” He says firmly.

“You don’t have to try and convince me that I’m not, just saying that how I acted could come across as bitter or bitchy.”

“Both are maybe true, but you’re not a bitch. One reaction to an emotional event doesn’t qualify you as a bitch.”

“I know, mon mari… Shane… god this question sounds weird, would you prefer I called you mon mari or fy ngwr?”

“Princess, I want you to call me whichever one feels right in the moment.”

“Well, usually I just go with mon mari, because I grew up speaking a lot more French than my native language of Welsh.”

“If that’s what feels right in the moment, use it.”

“Well, sometimes I don’t know which one to call you because they both feel right in the moment, so I default to mon mari.”

“I love both of them equally.”

“Okay then, fy ngwr, I love you to Jupiter and back.” Kirby states proudly.

“Love you to Pluto and back, my beautiful wife.”

“Now you’re just showing off.”

“Maybe a little, but it’s still true.”

“I love you, more than chocolate or poetry, I love you more than I love the colour orange.”

“I love you more than I loved Harleen.”

Kirby stops in her tracks, gasping softly and covering her mouth instantly, tears at the corners of her eyes. Helms isn’t meeting her eyes, just sitting in the quiet as he realizes the truth of his words.

“You lo … you love me… more than Harleen?” Kirby stutters out.

“I do… I didn’t know it until I said it, but I do. It’s time for me to move on… accept that you’re my family now. My forever family…”

Kirby pulls Helms into a tight hug, “oh, mon mari, Shane, I… I don’t know what to say, I’m so happy and I just wanna hug you for hours and… God, I love you so much.”

“I just… it’s true, but I’m gonna need some time to come to terms with it…”

Kirby pulls away, looking away from Helms and blushing a light pink, ashamed of herself.

“I love you. I love you so much. I never thought I’d get over Harleen, but you’re helping me heal. Some part of me thinks I’m betraying her by moving on, but I also know she’s probably happier wherever she is now than she would have been living with me. I need to make my peace with that.”

Kirby nods, not saying a word.

“I want to give her a memorial. Maybe in the graveyard. Bury my grief, you know? All that Poe stuff.”

“We can do that.” She murmurs, keeping her voice quiet.

“Thank you.”

Kirby nods again, once again going silent.

“Honey, talk to me. We agreed we’d communicate.” He says softly.

“I don’t know what to say, I love you and I want to help you through the grief, but I don’t know how to put it into words.”

“You are helping. You and our lil buddy.” He places his hand over her stomach gently.

“You really like doing that, don’t you, both touching the bump and reminding me I’m pregnant with our first baby.” Kirby chuckles softly, pulling Helms into a gentle kiss.

“I love it. It’s one of the simple pleasures of life.”

“Shane, I have a very strange question for you.”

“Ask away.”

“Why can’t I be a Disney princess, considering I have what is required to be one?”

“No royal heritage?”

“Mulan doesn’t have royal heritage, she’s a princess.”

“That’s just for marketing reasons.”

“I’m like Eilonwy from the Black Cauldron, she’s very much a Disney created princess but she’s never recognized as one by the company.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it. Haven’t seen that one.”

“It came out when I was fifteen, it was my favourite movie before the Princess Bride.” Kirby admits softly.

“I’ll have to see it.”

“I don’t recommend letting the baby watch it until they’re in their teens, it’s quite scary as a kid, but as an adult looking back … no it’s still scary.”

“May have to see it, then.”

“I don’t want our little girl getting nightmares from the same film I did, alright.”

“You’re gonna have to teach me not to be a helicopter parent, cause I’m gonna struggle hard with that.”

“Think we’re both in that boat right now, Shaney baby, I’m terrified of them getting scared of anything because what if I can’t deal with it for them, what if I’m not the big brave Mama bear I need to be?”

“Glad it’s not just me feeling that way.”

“Papa wolf, Gregory Shane Hems.” Kirby whispers.

“I’ll be keeping an eye on the whole family.”

“Especially Uncle Jeff and maybe Uncle Shannon too.” Kirby jokes.

“Kinda have to.”

“Just don’t stare at Shannon’s ass when you’re supposed to be taking care of the baby.”

“I’ll save ass-staring for when I’m not taking care of the baby.”

“Thank you, mon mari, however you may stare at my tits when I’m breastfeeding the baby, if you want to, that is.”

“Fully planning on it.”

“You wanna stare at my jugs, daddy?” Kirby jokingly asks.

“Of course. I’ve never been adverse to a set of beautiful jugs.”

“Kinda glad that being a pregnant giant gives me quite big boobs to be honest, also, I need new bras because I actually broke the one I was gonna wear today.”

“Gonna have to invest in a set of maternity gear.”

“Yeah, fy ngwr, is it noticeable that I’m not wearing a bra right now?”

“I did notice, but neither of us have exactly been in the mood for me to point it out.” He chuckles.

“Well, you’re right about that.” Kirby nods as they walk into the house, from the front door, she notices Shannon sitting in the TV room with his feet on the casket-shaped coffee table Undertaker bought them.

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 3 years

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Superheroes with Secrets: My Gothic Love (Fic part 34) (Set in 2001)

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places.

Tags: @piratewithvigor please inform me if you wish to be tagged/untagged from posts

‘Giantess’ Kirby Roussimoff x Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms (Circa 2001)

Reference Posts: Shane ‘Hurricane’ Helms

Kirby ‘The Blacklight Bandit’ Roussimoff

Notes: The story is set in 2001, which would make Helms 27 and Kirby 31. This story also blends Kayfabe and Reality. Certain people speak in different colours, Mainly: Helms is Green. Kirby is Orange. Kane is Red. Undertaker is Purple. Big Show is Blue.

Other members of the BSK are also in purple.

Other women are in Pink.

"About two days, yes. But alas, I couldn't think of a better man to be my husband."

Lita looks towards Matt with a raised eyebrow. "Hope you don't trip over all these hints I'm dropping."

Matt gives her a look of 'I got it'.

"So, Jeff, what do you want to eat, ya colourful weirdo" Kirby asks.

"Something that balances the lines between 'too much sugar for human consumption' and 'breakfast'."

"Eddy, give Jeff the rainbow connection pancake stack." Kirby nods at Eddy.

Eddy nods with a knowing, very amused look. "Something tells me he'll enjoy it."

"So… Lita, Matt, what do you two lovebirds want?" Kirby questions teasingly.

"Eggs. Feeling like a lame old man today."

"Any particular way you want them cooked, over easy, scrambled, sunny side up?" Eddy asks

"I'll take 'em sunny side up. With home fries please."

"Alright, and your red headed beauty of a girlfriend?" Eddy shoots Lita a friendly smile.

"The same with some toast and OJ."

"Alright, one moment," Eddy walks off to put their order in.

"C'mere you," Kirby whispers, pulling Helms into a side hug and kissing his temple, "I think you might end up painted with lipstick marks by the end of today" she whispers.

"Wouldn't want it any other way."

Kirby's phone goes off, "I'm gonna take this outside babe, I'll be back in a minute or five." she gets up and answers the phone while leaving, "Hi Glenn, what ya after big guy?"

"Trackin' you down. Haven't heard from you since St Louis."

"I'm in Ellerbe, with Helms and Team Extreme, what's wrong, why can I hear Taker and Show in the background?"

"Cause we all came down to Texas. You know, where the show's gonna be."

"I know, do you want us to fly down tomorrow, it's gonna take some convincing to make the guys leave, Glenn."

"You guys aren't desecrating the ranch, are you?"

"Glenn if they break anything, they have me to deal with. Ya know, André's daughter."

"Not desecrating like that! I mean when kids your age get a house to themselves unsupervised..."

"Oh, you mean fucking, I'm not telling you if I fucked my fiancé or not."

"Just tell me I'm not calling you in the middle of an orgy."

"I'm outside of a diner in broad daylight, I'm not currently nude Glenn. Do you need us to fly down tomorrow or not?"

"Need you, no. Just saying you should come on down sooner than later. Mark's got a pool and the whole BSK is here and we're gonna have a big convoy to the arena, it's gonna be a hell of a time."

"I'll see how soon we can get there, I ain't missing out on an Undertaker party."

"See you guys soon."

"Bye, Glenn." Kirby hangs up and heads back inside, practically draping herself over Helms, Her legs over his, her boobs right under his head, she kisses his forehead, "Hi, baby."

"Hi." He grins, nuzzling up to her chest a little. "What'd Glenn want?"

"Well, Mark, Undertaker, has a pool and the BSK and the guys are getting a convoy to the arena and I don't want to miss out on an Undertaker party, so I was thinking, we fly out tomorrow if possible?"

"I say that sounds like a hell of a time. We stay here today, fly out tomorrow, then we have like six full days to party."

"I thought it would be harder to convince you, mon amour."

"Well... maybe push back one more day. Fly out on the seventh."

"I will not be pushing this plan back by a day, not unless you make me, Hero" Kirby teases.

He leans in close to her ear. "Saw some ropes in the barn... what if I were to tie your pretty ass up?"

"What else are you willing to do to convince me?" Kirby whispers back, kissing Helms' jaw.

"Pin you down and fuck you until you beg for mercy twice."

"What if it takes more than that? Mon sauvage?"

"Maybe I'll just knock you up."

"Now, that's one step too far babe, I was trying to make you say that you're gonna cover me with your cum." Kirby whispers as she kisses just above his eyebrow.

"I am. Inside and out."

Right as Kirby goes to retort his comment, Eddy shows up with their food. Although it all looks delicious, Jeff looks like he's seeing the face of an angel when he looks over his stack of rainbow pancakes.

"Thought you'd like this place, Jeff. Dig in, boy." Kirby teases.

"With pleasure." He grins.

Kirby smirks as she takes the first sip of her milkshake.

"Damn, they make some beautiful fucking pancakes here." Helms whispers around a mouthful.

"It's why I'm a regular customer." Kirby whispers, as she begins devouring her meal piece by piece.

"It's so heckin good."

Kirby lets out a near orgasmic moan as she takes another bite of her pancakes and bacon. The moan goes right between Helms' legs, making him cross them.

"Oh, sorry babe" Kirby whispers.

"No you're not." he lifts an accusing eyebrow.

"You're right, I'm not, I love the food more than not making you pop a stiffie." Kirby whispers directly into his ear, kissing his temple.

"I think you just like making me pop stiffies too."

"As long as I'm the cause, yes." Kirby whispers before talking another bite of her food.

"It's always you, sweetheart."

Kirby smirks as she sips her milkshake, putting her free hand on Helms' lap.

"Now you're just being mean."

"I'm not being mean, I'm just touching you, Lita help me"

"She's being Kirby, Helms." Lita explains.

"Ah I see. So I guess it's time for my brain to say farewell to ever have blood in it again."

"Weird question guys, would you rather have no sex ever, or sex at least once a day for the rest of your life?" Kirby questions.

"Been living the second option since meeting Lita." Matt smirks.

"See, I don't know what has crawled up your ass today, Helms, but all I'm doing is enjoying myself, sorry if you get hard thinking about that." Kirby rambles.

"Oh, I see how it is." He takes a bite of pancakes and gives a near-obscene moan.

By the end of her rambling, Kirby's blushing deeply and debating going back to the car, "fuck me, I'm walking home, I'm finishing this and walking home." She murmurs.

"You kidding? If you can't drive in those heels, you can't walk back home in them."

"I will absolutely walk home in these heels, Helms. Don't tempt fate boy." Kirby states as she takes the final mouthful of her meal and drinks the last part of her milkshake.

"Then I'll walk with you."

Kirby walks up to the counter and pays for the group's meal, "I'll see you back at the house, I'm goin'." Kirby mutters as she leaves the diner.

Helms sighs and begins eating a little faster. "What part of 'I'll follow her anywhere' doesn't she get yet?" He mumbles, tossing the keys to Lita as he finishes up.

"The part where you actually mean it, she's never had someone like you before." Lita explains as he gets up.

"She best get used to it. I'm not gonna stop, no matter how many rocks she throws at me..." he murmurs, adjusting his beanie as he walks out.

Kirby's gradually making her way down the street, if she wasn't wearing heels she'd be a lot faster. It doesn't take long for Helms to catch up, much quicker in sneakers.

"Go away Helms" Kirby murmurs.

"Told you I was coming with you." He shrugs.

"Helms, if I needed you to follow me everywhere I'd tell you. I wanted to walk back to get out of this pissy mood I'm in."

"I follow you when you're in a bad mood and wanting to be alone because by this point, I've learned that the longer you're alone, the more time the negative self-talk has to get into your head. So far, I haven't regretted my choices."

"Thank you" Kirby stops walking for a second, "I mean it, if I hadn't met you when I did, I... I don't know if I'd be here ... if I'd be alive by now." Kirby whispers, mostly to herself.

"Exactly why I'll follow you anywhere. The more you push against that, the more I know you need me."

Kirby leans down to kiss Helms, using his shoulders to keep herself steady.

"Forgot how extra tall those heels made you." He chuckles.

"I'm around seven feet tall already, I might as well stand even taller at some points." Kirby jokes.

"We'll get you a pair of those docs Elton John wore in Tommy. Think they were seven feet high too."

"Do not, Helms" Kirby whispers as she takes his hand in hers, "I don't like being so tall, but there's nothing I can do about my gigantism, I've already had corrective surgery."

"I know, sweetheart. I'm sorry." He says, completely serious.

"Some days I wish I was five foot four and people took me as normal for once." Kirby murmurs.

"Five foot four is like the worst height."

"Try being six foot ten, you'll see why I wanna be so short"

"No, I just mean in general, it's the worst. It's one inch below average, so people can officially call you short, but you're not so short that most people can pick you up with ease."

"I don't want to be picked up, I... I just want to be normal." Kirby admits, letting go of Helms' hand to wipe away tears.

"I know, sweetheart, I know..."

Kirby bends over to remove her heels, "I love you, ya know."

"I love you too. I always will."

"You look so handsome, ya goofball."

"Me? In all my ratty jeans and graphic tee glory?"

"Yeah, I'm all dressy as if I need to impress others to be confident, you aren't like that, you look handsome and confident in fucked up jeans and a humorous T-shirt."

"Guess it stems from only being self-conscious about my size. I can't fix it or make it worse with clothes, so I don't try."

"Why are you self-conscious, you're handsome as fuck, with your dark, near black hair, your deep brown, intriguing eyes and your soft skin, with those tender lips and scruffy beard, and your musculature, sculpted like a statue by Michelangelo."

"But I'm still short, and compared to other wrestlers, that's all people see."

"You are not short, you're short for a wrestler sure, but so is Rey, I've never heard him complain because his height gives him an advantage."

"Rey's puny though. His four-year-old is half his height already."

"Yes, but does Rey complain that he's too short?"

"...no."

"Then why should you, view it as a secret super power, you're shorter and therefore lighter."

"Easier to be thrown through tables."

"There's a poem, titled 'My Gothic Love' that I think you'd like. It might lift your spirits slightly." Kirby whispers.

"Ain't upset about my height. It's just the one thing that bugs me sometimes." He shrugs.

"I mesmerised this poem, so I'm still gonna recite it to you," Kirby clears her throat, "I spend my days dreaming of you, My Gothic Prince, For night is when we roam, When our nocturnal souls unite, and when our dark journey begins. I dream of your scarlet lips pressing, against my pale neck, my vampire of love. You are my evil prince clad in black, you darken a room by the strength of your presence, I succumb to your whims without a struggle, without regret. We are bound by our love. Our very essences are nourished, in the consecrated blood of our mortal bodies. Love for us is dark, foreboding, together we carve a path toward a dark eternity, none dare tear us apart, my Gothic Love."

Helms stops them in their walk, grabbing her hand and pulling her into a deep kiss.

#Kirby Roussimoff #Shane Hurricane Helms #Blacklight Bandit #Orange and green - the perfect team #Superheroes with Secrets

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