#Molly Anne Harper (OFC)

[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 39

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1237

“Trick or treat!”

Peter and I tailed the ragtag group of kids that consisted of the Princess Annette the younger’s four granddaughters and our two girls. A moshpot of a Captain Brooklyn, a butterfly, a black cat, a fairy princess, a cowgirl and a jar of jellybeans rampaged their way through the neighborhood, the age ranges from twelve years old to two years old, and much to my relief, the twins’ cousins were sweet and accepting, oftentimes asking Aria what the sign was for certain things.

“Trick or treat!”

I was bundled up against the late October chill in layers of warm fleece and thermals while my kingly husband wore a thin dark green sweater, a green tank top, black jeans, black combat boots, and at my endless naggerings, a dark navy blue scarf.

“I am a man, and men are built for the cold,” he had protested when I shot him a stinkeye glare, a trait that I had long since perfected over the years.

“Sweetheart?”

I was brought back to the presence by the sound of Peter’s voice calling out to me. I shook myself, and looked  up to see him smiling at me.

“What is on your mind?” he asked me in a soft rumble. “Care to grant me access?”

“When do you want to be intimate with me?” I asked him, folding my fingers into his sweater.

“January fourth?” He wasn’t asking me.

“January fourth is the girls’ birthday,” I protested meekly as he got down onto a knee, dragging me to perch upon his knee and press his freezing cold nose into the inner shell of my ear. “I think the fourth is a Sunday, and the day will be their first day of school.”

“Sounds like a plan, sweetheart of mine,” he murmured, planting a whiskery kiss onto my jaw. “Do you want to continue making plans after we get home and tuck the girls into bed for the night? I don’t feel comfortable making plans for such an intimate moment of our lives out in public.”

“Okay, my love,” I hummed, a jolt of love and excitement bubbling in my tummy as we both stood and walked after the girls with our fingers braided together.

I laughed as the girls’ twelve year old cousin started to tote her youngest sister on her shoulders, proclaiming that she was slowing them down as the tiny tot grew sleepier and sleepier.

The twins took ahold of their five year old cousin and gave her their hands to hold onto as the cluster of girls made their way up to another house, this one with a creepy motif that consisted of a terrifyingly realistic Pennywise prop.

A shriek flew out of my mouth at the “prop” sprang to life, the man taking two bounding steps before crouching at the edge of the lawn.

Aria just gave him a rather nonplussed look as the other girls ran away back to Peter and me, screaming and crying. She then kicked him in between his thighs before sauntering back over to us.

“Aria!” I squawked while my husband roared with laughter, bending to scoop his sleepy little two year old niece up into his arms and laughing so hard that within less than a minute, he was crying. “Peter! Don’t encourage her!”

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart,” he wheezed good humoredly. “You had to stick up for Evie, didn’t you?”

“Isn’t that obvious?” she asked, taking my hand as I led the group to the next house. “The teachers would always treat her like she’s dumb- Evie is not dumb, she just cannot hear!”

We visited house after house, the five year old eventually joining her two year old sister in her uncle’s arms. I couldn’t help the smile on my face as how deliciously beefy he was acting, carrying the two little princesses in his arms and pressing sweet, affectionate kisses to their smiling cheeks from time to time.

“Okay girls, this next house will be our last house, then we’re going to drop the princesses off at home!” I called out as I glanced down at my cell phone for the time. “No arguing!”

“Yes mommy!” Aria chirped, quickly translating my words to her deaf sister before the grouping of four girls skipped up to the house, following the yellow brick road like sidewalk.

“Trick or treat!”

A friendly looking scarecrow gifted the girls with candy, handing over extras when the twelve year old politely requested extras for her sleeping sisters.

“Happy Halloween!” he called out as the girls came back over to where my husband and I were standing, following us as he began to lead the way back to his eldest sister’s house, just three blocks away.

“Wow, you girls got a ton of candy!” I acknowledged them. “What’s your favorites?”

“Snickers!”

“All the M&Ms!”

“Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!”

“Hersey’s!”

“Skittles!”

“Can I have your Kit Kats?” Aria asked her two cousins. “Mommy loves Kit Kats!”

“I sure do!” I chuckled as we came up to the princess’ house. “White chocolate is my all-time favorite, but I won’t say no to milk chocolate.”

Princess Annette welcomed us all inside almost at once, telling Peter to take the sound asleep little girls into their bedrooms and tuck them in for the night. Meanwhile, the four excited girls dumped their candy out in the family room and started to swap.

“Okay, Aria, Evie-” I stomped on the floor a few times, gaining my deaf daughter’s attention so that I could sign to her. “Wheels up in twenty minutes, alright?”

“Alright, mommy!” Aria agreed before returning to haggling over candy.

The king appeared from the top of the stairs, stomping loudly down the stairs before sweeping me off my feet and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he bubbled, ignoring the sounds of disgust from the oldest girl.

“I love you, too, my love,” I hummed. “For now, and for always.”

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[steele-soulmate]

Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 35

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1181

“… and we’re home again!” Peter declared as the queen’s driver pulled up to Green Leaf Hall, the girls scrambling out of their boosters seats and hopping out of the car.

“Yay!” cheered Aria, as she took the house key for Peter and bounded up to open the front door.

“Won’t you both come in for a spell?” Peter rumbled, smiling at his mother and her driver as the two of us got out and led the way up to the front door, which I realized for the first time was an impressive eight feet high.

I kicked off my shoes at the door and stashed them into the shoe cubby that Peter had crafted himself after noticing my daughter and I not wearing our shoes inside and taking them off upon entry.

“What’s on the agenda for the family today?” the queen asked us with a kindly smile as I led the two guests into the kitchen, pointing out the half bathroom.

“Well, my husband is going to take the weekend off and just be lazy while the girls and I take care of the house.” I shot him a look. “Won’t you?”

“Yes sweetheart,” he grumbled. “But will you at least permit me to get the laundry started?”

“You heard mommy!” Aria interrupted me before I could even open my mouth. She came into the kitchen and grabbed a wood spoon before puffing herself up. “Go into the TV den and sit down. Now.”

The queen and I both chuckled as my husband left to go do as his daughter had just ordered him to do.

“Peter and I have a few schools that we’ll be visiting next week,” I explained as I took notice of the two plastic bags of trash by the back door. I went over to the refrigerator and opened the door, revealing a bunch of premade meals. “The twins are excited to be returning to school again. But the way things are looking, we’ll be sending the girls to different schools, which I personally don’t want to do. A school for Aria to pursue her love of tinkering and building things and a deaf school for Evie.”

“Ah.” The queen wore a pensive look on her sweet face. “Well, if you would like, I can put in a call to my alma mater, Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies. It’s a kindergarten to senior year of high school learning establishment, and I’m certain that Headmistress Abigail would love to incorporate BSL classes into her school’s curriculum.”

“Oh, Peter and I looked at Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies, but we were told that they weren’t accepting submissions this late into the school year,” I explained to her with a frown.

“Nonsense,” she said, taking her cell phone out from her pocket. “I’ll make the call at once. Do you have something for me to write on?”

I pushed a pad of paper and a pen over her way and grabbed an ice cold Gatorade for her driver, who had just left the half bathroom off of the laundry room.

“Thank you,” he said, accepting the drink and twisting open the cap.

I only smiled in response, grabbing a rag from underneath the kitchen counter to do a quick wipe down of the cabinet surfaces.

“Nonna and Pop Pop wiped down the kitchen yesterday,” Aria announced, surprising me with her fond nicknames for my parents. “It was funny watching them- no matter what Pop Pop did, Nonna would just yell at him.”

“That I believe,” I chuckled as the queen pulled away from her phone with a question.

“When can you and Peter drive off to Saint Claire’s for a personal tour of the schoolgrounds?” she asked me.

“Probably next Thursday or Friday at the earliest,” I responded with a smile as she secured an appointment for the two of us at three in the afternoon next Thursday. “Thank you-”

“Oh, don’t mention it, Molly Anne.” She smiled at me, standing and indicating that she would take her leave. “Do you want me to take the girls out shopping for school?”

“School clothes or school supplies?” I asked her, arching an eyebrow at her vague wording.

“Both.” The petite in statue queen stand tall and regal as her driver went around her and opened the door for her. “I wish to spoil my granddaughters.”

“You’d need to speak with my husband as well,” I answered her question diplomatically as I walked her over to the front door. “I’ll have him call you, alright?”

She just beamed at me before trotting out the door, her driver nodding at me right before he shut the door with a smart click.

“My love?” I called as I poked my head into the TV den located at the back of the house. “What do you want for dinner?”

“Something easy on my stomach?” he asked me as he looked up from a Boxcar Children book that was randomly left out. “I’m going to go take a nap directly after.”

“Okay,” I hummed. “How does chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers sound?”

As an answer, the king’s stomach let out a loud protest.

“Awww, is someone’s little man tummy hungry?” I pouted teasingly, barking out a laugh at the look on his face that he shot my way.

“Fucking tease,” he snarled softly, folding the book openside down upon his chest.

“But I’m your fucking tease, aren’t I?” I fluttered my eyelashes demurely.

“Yes you are, sweetheart,” he sighed. “Now go get me my food.”

“As my husband commands of me,” I jibed at him before taking my swift leave.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 23

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of spousal abuse (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1169

I glanced up at Peter as we both neared an all too familiar front door- painted a cheery cherry red color with an ugly black gargoyle doorknocker.

“Some things never change,” I muttered, craning my neck upwards to smile shakily at King Peter. “Daddy and I had always hated this gargoyle- I think mom got it just to spite the both of us.”

“Ah,” he smiled, reaching up to knock at the door a few times.

Panic, fear, worry and anxiety were dancing unwanted waltzes all across my body, my heart was racing like I was running a marathon and my skin was slicked with nervous sweat as the front door swung open to reveal my mother, a short, round little dumpling of a woman with short grey curls and dark blue eyes. She squinted up at the king before her eyes turned to me and she let out a delightful gasp of joy.

“Well, as I live and die!” gasped Sophie Harper as she tugged me to her and gave me a shattering embrace. “Welcome home, poppet.”

“Mom.” I pulled back to smile at her. “Where’s daddy?”

“In the garage, doing heavens knows what in there,” she chuckled. “But look at you- what on earth have you been up to?”

“Um…” I took a step backwards, sinking into my soulmate’s side. “I left Henry eight years ago. I gave birth to two amazing twin daughters. And I met my soulmate.”

“Oh?” Now, it was her turn to crane her neck up to meet Peter’s smiling eyes. “Oh, do forgive me, your majesty, but I cannot bend my neck to look up at you fully. Please do come in, the both of you now.”

“What happened to your neck, mom?” I asked her as I watched the king rather comically nearly folding himself in half in order to fit inside the house.

“Oh, I’m fine, it’s just rheumatoid arthritis,” she dismissed my worry with a wave of her hand. “So, the king is your soulmate?”

“Yes ma’am, I am her soulmate,” Peter told her as he walked practically crooked deeper into the house. “We will be getting married in two weeks, and my sweetheart wanted to personally extend an invitation for the both of you to attend.”

“Sophie? Who on earth are you chattering away to this time?” yelled someone right after a slamming door resonated throughout the house.

“I think you will like our visitor, Isaac dear,” mom called out as a grumpy man appeared in the doorway that connected the front room to the laundry room and the garage. His shirt was dirty and his jeans were ripped as he rubbed the oil off from his hands with a red rag.

“Hihi daddy,” I meeped timidly, rushing to meet him halfway and just folding myself into his arms.

“Molly Moo!” he chuckled. “Please tell me that you left that punk.”

“Eight years ago,” I confirmed before stepping backwards into the king’s, relaxing some when he clamped his hand onto my shoulder. “I got him out of my life when I found out that I was pregnant with twins daughters.”

“Do tell us more about our grandbabies!” mom demanded as she herded up into the front room. The king and I both sat on the couch in front of the window and my parents took to their respective seatings. “What are their names? Do you have pictures? What are they like?”

“Their names are Aria and Evie, they are tight as thieves, Evie is deaf and so the four of us know BSL,” I started, pausing as the king pulled his cell phone out from his back pocket, scrolling through the photographs that he’d taken before handing the phone over to my mom.

“They both look so much like you,” she hummed, giving dad the phone so that he could view his granddaughters.

“Yeah, they’re my everything,” I confessed as I leaned into Peter’s side, all but purring when he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and then snugged me in tightly to his side. “Honestly though, I wouldn’t trade them for anything out there in the whole wide world.”

“I’m going to adopt them right after our wedding and get everyone squared away on my health insurance,” Peter chimed in as he accepted his cell phone back from daddy. “They’re already calling me daddy.”

“Because you are their daddy,” I hummed happily. “They love you.”

“And I love you too, sweetheart of my heart,” chuckled the king before remembering that we had an audience. He coughed, a bit embarrassed at his sappy words as he regained his kingly persona once more.

“So, tell us about your wedding!” Daddy looked happy and relaxed for once in over a decade and a half, if I had to say.

“Well, we will be saying our nuptials at a small cathedral just off of the downtown area,” the king began, his voice low and rumbling as he began to list off the itinerary list. “I will walk my sweetheart up to the alter. The girls will be our flowers girls, and we will be wedded in the garden.”

“Do you have a color scheme?” mom asked.

“Green for Peter’s favorite color and blue for my favorite color,” I shrugged. “Just don’t wear white or black and you’re good to go.”

“I think I’ll wear a bright yellow suit,” daddy deadpanned, mom smacking the back of his head. “Ow!”

“Behave yourself,” mom snarled at him from under her breath before returning back to me. “Now, tell us about…”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 1

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic) mentions of spousal abuse (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoogle on AO3 abd @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1534

I tapped my car seat with anxious fingers, unable to stop my nervous twitching as the car paused at the gates before entering the palace grounds, little white and black flags flapping from the front of the high end vehicle.

“You nervous?”

My eyes flitted up to where the noblewoman’s assistant, a mousy young woman with enormous eyeglasses was sitting, her attention on the fat binder that she carried around with her to keep everyone closely on schedule.

“What if he knows that I’m not Lady Bridget?” I tittered, bringing my hands up to my lap so that I could fiddle my thumbs together. “What if he knows at once that I am just a pauper wearing a pretty dress?”

“Molly Anne, can you look at me, please?” I looked up, feeling ashamed that I couldn’t remember her name. I met her soft amber eyes and we both exchanged smiles. “The king is an extremely compassionate and polite man. When you do need to tell him about your plight, I know that he will respond with nothing but the purest kindness.”

“If you say so,” I murmured as the car rolled to a stop, the chauffeur tapping the roof three times before the door to my left was opened. I exchanged glances with the woman, who smiled encouragingly at me as she climbed out first, amazing me with her skillful movement on heels.

I took a shaky breath of air in through my nose and then out again through my mouth as I grabbed my bag and carefully stepped out of the car, squinting at the bright sunlight that almost blinded me when I would move my head in a certain direction.

I took another deep inhale of air as I smiled and nodded at people as I carefully strutted my way into the palace, following Chloe- that was her name. as I walked deeper and deeper into the royal home, I found my mind wandering off to how I became to stand here.

I had earned a top scholarship to Brooklyn’s top university, but had dropped out when I was only a semester away from graduating. I had found what I thought was love, and had stupidly wanted nothing else than to follow him wherever he went.

But he was not a nice man.

He would beat me black and blue while howling in a drunken rage, blaming me for all the world’s problems as he dealt illicit drugs and committed various petty crime for drug money. But when I was arrested for his screw up, I had discovered that I was pregnant, and that was all the encouragement that I needed to shift my life back around again.

Once I had got out from jail in exchange for the laundry list of Henry’s dirty deeds, I had started working honest jobs- one as a waitress at a small diner, the second as a receptionist at a small law firm. I was living in a cramped one bedroomed apartment in the poorer part of the city when I found out that I was carrying twins.

My daughters, Aria and Evie.

My Bluebells and my Bumblebee.

My reasons not to fuck up my life again.

“My lady, would you care to step into here?”

I snapped my eyes out of my daydream state of mine over to where a man in black trousers and a green uniform shirt was motioning me off into a room with double doors worn open.

I nodded my head curtly, snapping into my assigned role of Lady Bridget Barlowe, betrothed to King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn.

Lady Bridget and I had met entirely by chance, when she had swung into the Copper Penny for a quick bite to eat before heading to her hotel for the night, exhausted from a full day of travel from her home providence to the capitol city. I was covering an extra shift because the Scholastic Book fair was coming up the next week and I wanted to be certain that I would have enough money to let my twins buy three books each, their monthly fun treat.

“Oh my god, we could be twins!” Lady Bridget said to me, removing her sunglasses to grin at me. “What’s your name?”

“My name is Molly Anne, my lady,” I had meeped out timidly.

“Molly Anne, such a pretty name,” she hummed before making me an offer that I could not refuse.

She was to be in Brooklyn for two weeks, entertaining the king as the press would whirl out rumors about a royal wedding, entertaining him however he should ask.

In return, she would deposit five thousand dollars a day into my bank account.

Seventy thousand dollars didn’t sound too bad to sneeze at.

And as a gratuity thank you for my time, she deposited ten thousand dollars into my bank account after I had agreed to do so, me calling both my places of work to put in two weeks of time off, saying that I had doctors’ visits and lab works coming up.

“You are literally the best,” Lady Bridget had told me after I was done making all the necessary phone calls. “Who will look after your daughters? Do you have family? You can bring them here to my hotel room and I’ll keep an eye on them!”

And so that’s what I did- I went and picked the girls up from school before taking them home to pack a few bags.

“Lady Bridget Barlowe!” cried a man into the room before the door were shut, figuratively locking me in with the lion.

The girls had been delighted when I told them that we were going out on an adventure- Aria had tried to pack more books than clothes and her not her toothbrush and Evie began to cry when I told her that she couldn’t bring her water paints with her.

Finally, after about two hours of stopping the girls from sneaking items that they wouldn’t be needing into their bags and checking that the windows were in fact locked, the three of us left the cramped one bedroom, one bathroom apartment that we lived in. I had stopped down at the office down on the first floor to tell the manager that the three of us were leaving to attend to some urgent family business and that I would be unreachable for quite some time.

I took three steps into the library before catching sight of the king- an imposing man at near seven feet in height, he had long dark black waves that he normally kept out of his face in a simple braid, snapping eyes that could make woman faint and moan with desire or make enemies quake in their sleep. His body was lined with hard muscles and heavily masculine tattooed littered his skin- a proud bald eagle on his right shoulder, a snarling panther on his left arm, a green minus sign inside of a zero on his right shoulder, a petitely sized spider on his hip, and more recently, the Greek symbols for Alpha and Omega on his fists.

This man looked like he could smell fear.

And right now, he smelled prime meat.

My heart was thudding in my chest as I quickly gathered myself, getting into character to play the role of a lifetime.

“Kingy,” I sneered, wondering where the hostility between the king and Lady Bridget began and what the story was.

The king’s magnificent head jerked up and his eyes went wide with wonder and something that I thought was love.

The next few words that flew out of him mouth stunned me.

“You’re not Lady Bridget Barlowe, who are you sweetheart?”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 5

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of domestic violence (nothing graphic) mentions of domestic abuse (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1468

I smiled as I glanced over at where the king was discussing ideas for the girls’ bedrooms with the twins. I was in the kitchen, whipping up a huge dinner of spaghetti, meatballs and garlic bread. I figured that as how the king was a big man, he must’ve had a big appetite, and I felt a certain pressure where I had to make a dazzling first dinner for the four of us.

“I don’t mind building your bedroom furniture,” he told them with a happy chuckle. “I like working with my hands.”

“You mean like putting the furniture together?” Aria asked, looking up from scribbling at the table. I had dressed the dining room table with paper and had scattered crayons on top, knowing that my twins would like the silent nudge to be artsy. “With the screws and the nuts and the bolts?”

“Well, what I mean is more like actually building everything from scratch,” the king chuckle. “Like building with wood and nails and glue and using tools.”

“Wow…” Aris’s eyes went wide with wonder as I carried the pot of spaghetti and meatballs and settled in onto the table on the resting stand. “You mean you can do that?”

Evie, can you go grab the bread basket? I asked her with my fingers, pointing over to the kitchen island with my lips. My youngest daughter skipped over into the kitchen and came back with the bread basket, which she set next to the king, who bowed his head and said a quick prayers before filling the girls’ plates up with food first and then reached out to me, signaling that he wanted my plate. Thank you.

You’re welcome, mommy! Evie signed one handed to me as she began to cut up her meatballs, handing to plate over to the king when he asked her if she needed help.

“I’ve been trying to learn sign for Evie by the way of YouTube,” he confessed, a hint of red sparking over his cheeks as he tried to hide his face from me. “But I found a BSL club that meets down at the library once a week, and I’m fully intending on checking it out.”

The king is truly a good man

I smiled at the king, who was stepping into the role of a caring, positive father figure to the girls with a certain grace and ease.

“King Peter?” Aria meeped, cutting a meatball into clean halfies before sticking it into her mouth.

“Yes Aria?” The king wore a content smile across his handsome face, making me wonder why he had never settled down.

“Do you need help tomorrow with our furniture?” she asked him once she had finished chewing and swallowed her mouthful.

“I won’t mind an extra hand,” he acknowledged her, patting Evie on top of her head as he gave her the plate of food back. “Do you want to learn your way around my man cave tomorrow>”

“Tomorrow,” I overstressed with a frown, smiling when the king heaped his plate with more food. “Today has been a very long, very exciting day. You girls still need to go to bed at eight o’clock tonight, even if you aren’t going to school tomorrow. Tomorrow is a brand new day, and it’s best to keep to an already set schedules.”

Can the king read us bedtime stories? Evie begged me, turning to ask the king when I motioned to him. He smiled affectionately at her and responded back with the promise to do his best.

“What will you do tomorrow while I’m showing the girls my man cave?” he wondered as I stood and began to clear off the table.

“Well, I’m thinking of taking note of anything that your estate needs,” I shrugged, avoiding his smoldering eyes. “I only found the two sets of bedsheets in the linen closet, and three sets of bath towels. I dressed the twin’s beds, but I’ll need to sleep on the couch until new bedsheets come in.”

“Here-” The king reached into his back pocket, taking out his wallet from his back pocket and taking out a credit card, which he handed to me. “Buy whatever you need. I don’t mind paying for my three best girls.”

My three best girls.

I couldn’t fight the smile that was overtaking my face.

“As you wish, your majesty,” I smiled as I settled the card into my back pocket before beginning to sort everything to be either set into the dishwasher or into the sink.

“Go get washed up for bed now girls,” the king rumbled gently, standing and bringing his plate into the kitchen. “Sweetheart, why don’t you go up now and get ready for bed? I can do the dishes.”

“I-” Before I could answer him, the plate in my hand slipped and crashed to the ground with a ear-piercing shatter.

“You stupid bitch!”

I cowered away from Henry’s voice booming in my mind after a similar incident years ago- I had accidently dropped a bowl and fragments had went every which way, ending with me doing a deep clean of our tiny kitchen.

“You can’t ever do anything right!” Henry continued tom scream in my mind, cursing my clumsy fingers with alcohol on his breath and power flaking his nose.

“Sweetheart?”

I jumped at the king’s voice- kindness, worry and love. No anger anywhere in his voice as he scooped me up onto his arms and gently deposited me onto the counter while he went over to the pantry.

“I’m sorry,” I meeped out timidly, playing with my thumbs and not looking up when he reemerged with a broom and dustpan in his hands.

“Sweetheart, you have absolutely nothing to be sorry about,” he scowled at me as he began to clean the sharp shards from the floor. “You are safe. Aria is safe. Evie is safe. I am safe. We are all safe.”

“Yeah, but-” I tried to explain my whirlwind of crazy emotions, my lower lip tremoring violently with the promise of tears.

“Enough.”

I jumped at the fierce tone in the king’s voice before sniffling. I pressed my hand up to my mouth as I began to breathe heavily as I erupted into an uncontrollably round of sobbing tears.

“Hey there now my sweetheart-” I was suddenly crushed to a manly chest, a hand gently pressing my face into his shoulder with soft shushing sounds coming out from the king’s voice as he helped to ground myself.

MEOW

“Buttercup,” the king acknowledged one of his cats, welcoming the blonde feline in to press herself up against my side, purring loudly like a motorboat on crack.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“I’ll buy you another plate your majesty,” I promised him, reaching out blindly and braiding my fingers into the cat’s fluff, getting an even louder purr out from her. “I’m so sorry.”

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“Sweetheart, I got these plates from the dollar aisle at Wal-Mart,” he huffed. “They were like three dollars a plate.”

I knew he was lying, but I gave him points for trying to make me feel better.

“You are a good man,” I slurred as I drifted off to sleep. The king just hummed softly before hoisting me into his arms and carrying me upstairs, where I fell asleep when he was halfway up the stairs.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 3

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of BDSM sexual toys/equipment (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1418

I smiled as I sat down on my bed in the royal palace, taking in the simple elegance of the bedroom. The walls were painted the prettiest shades of creamy white, the curtains over the French styled windows were made from a lacey green fabric and a door led to a small garden on the adjoining rooftop. When I was wandered out there, I had discovered a fruit garden consisting of apples, orange, and berries.

The king had told me that he would send off for my twin daughters the next day and had bashfully asked me if I would like to take dinner with him. He had dropped me off at my room so that I could freshen up some before taking dinner with him.

Would the king consider this meal as our first date? I wondered as I opened my suitcase and took out my favorite leather jacket. It had belonged to the girls’ father and I had stolen it from our apartment right before I had left him. It was so comfy soft and kept me warm on chilly nights. I knew that I should just get rid of it, but I just honestly could not bring myself to dispose of the heavily altered article of clothing.

I had been wearing heels to try and make up for the height difference between Lady Bridget and myself, and found my feet and ankles in great pain after wearing the skyscraper shoes for only a few short hours. Even though Lady Bridget had a runner go out and buy me shoes in my size, the footware still felt alien and foreign on my body.

When I had woken up from a long night’s sleep, I found that the woman had also brought an entire wardrobe for me, having everything altered to my exact measurements. Before I had left, I caught her gifting the twins with look-a-like dollies of themselves. Aria and Evie had just swapped dollies with each other, getting a surprise laugh out of her as I exited her hotel suite.

I was jerked back into the presence by a soft knock that sounded at the door and I slipped my feet back into the heels that I had on beforehand. I limped over to the door and opened it to see the king lingering in the hallway.

“Sweetheart,” he smiled brightly at seeing me. “Are burgers alright with you? I thought we could head up to the roof and talk about the girls’ bedrooms.”

I smiled at how sweet the brutish king truly was and took his offered hand as he began to lead me up three flights of stairs and out onto the rooftop of the royal palace of Brooklyn. I smiled at the sight of a table and chairs set up, the sun beginning to set beyond the edge of the city. The king pulled my seat out for me before scooting me in.

When he had seated himself, a young man appeared with an opening appetizer of a tub of pickles. The king offered me the tub first to which I took out a tiny, bumpy green sausage and began to nibble at it.

“First off, you can removed your shoes and kick them underneath your chair,” he offered me in a bashful tone of voice. “I noticed that you’re beginning to limp. I have a foot massager that I feet in my office, I can have it relocated to your room for the night, if you would like.”

“Thank you, your majesty,” I murmured, accepting a pickle when he offered the tub to me. The corners of his brilliant eyes crinkled up with happiness as I began to nibble.

“Now I know that you told me that Aria likes books and soccer and Evie is deaf and likes art and animals.” I looked up at him, shocked that he remembered all that. “I’m thinking that Aria has shelving in her room for books that she checked out from my personal library and a fireplace to curl up next to on cold days. Evie could have a room with an alcove for her art and maybe vibrating floorboards to let her know when someone is at her door.”

Tears came to my eyes with how kind this strange new man was being not towards me, but to two little girls who he had never met before.

“What don’t you want in their rooms, sweetheart?” he asked me in a soft voice, accepting the pickle that I held out for him.

“Adult themed stuff,” I answered, halfway sarcastically. “Stripper poles, sex swings, spreader bars-”

“NO.” The hair on the back of my neck shot up at the tone in his voice. “Absolutely not. They are way too young for that kind of stuff.”

“No TVs?” I asked after swallowing my mouthful. “We don’t have a TV, that’s money that I do not have. I don’t want them to stay in their rooms watching TV all day. That is not healthy at all.”

“Agreed.” He scribbled something onto a pad of paper that he had out.

“Aria had been begging me for a fish for years,” I chuckled. “I just never had the extra money lying about for food and a habitat.”

“So a fish tank?” The king looked happy as the same young man came up with plates laden with food. He set a cheeseburger and large order of fries down in front of me, the top bun off and a healthy side of sliced vegetables off to the side. I giggled at the sight of the king’s serving platter sized tray of food- right massively sized cheeseburgers and a giant order of fries, everything spaced neatly apart from each other.

I took the knife from the left of my plate and cut my cheeseburger into clean halfies before adding ketchup to the half that I was to eat.

Flavor exploded into my mouth, much like a gunshot, and my eyes rolled into the back of a skull as a quiet moan slipped out past my lips.

“This is good,” I swooned. “I want to make love to this burger.”

An amused laugh flew out through the king’s lips as he finished his first burger.

“What colored walls would the girls like for their new bedrooms?” he asked me, stabbing a couple of French fries into a puddle of ketchup.

“Neutral colors so that it’ll make it easier to age up the bedrooms as they grow,” I said before realizing my implications.

“I’d love to have you and the twin move into one of my estates permanently,” he told me in a bashful voice, reaching across to cradle my cheek in the palm of his hand. “I’ll take you to my favorite estate tomorrow and we can continue to make plans from there, okay?”

I smiled at the sweet man, who was already making big plans for the addition to his family, and I found myself longing for a little baby boy with his father’s soft black waves and dazzling eyes.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 38

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1256

After fighting past the crowd of people who had congregated outside the law firm to swam my husband and I, we ended up at a small ice cream parlor, which my husband promised me served the best sugar cookie ice cream cones.

“Ah, hello your majesty!” greeted a sweet older woman with dark brown hair flecked with silver and a voice like bells. “Your usual?”

“No, not today, Michelle- we’re here to celebrate today!” he chuckled as the girls were looking over the menu up behind and above Michelle.

“Girls, you can get two scoops of ice cream and one topping,” I warned them with a frown.

“Alright, mommy!” Aria answered as Evie went up to Michelle and asked for a sugar cookie cone with two scoops of chocolate-vanilla swirl ice cream.

Michelle quickly got to work, handing Evie her ice cream with a napkin wrapped around the cone. Aria stepped up and requested two scoops of chocolate whammy ice cream and brownie bits in a cup. When handed her cup, Michelle gave her a disposable plastic spoon in bright green.

“Thanks!” she chirped before going to sit next to her sister at a table.

“May I try your brownie taco bowl in a size small, please?” I asked, spying a listing that included chocolate ice cream and chocolate bits in a bowl made of brownies.

“And I’ll have a bowl of vanilla and gummy bears, two scoops please,” Peter requested, pulling his wallet out from his back pocket to pay.

I took my treat and went over to take the third seat at the table, turning to watch the people outside, going about their everyday routine. A woman was dragging a crying little boy with her as they crossed the street, tired bags underneath her eyes as she hauled bags of groceries in her arms. Across the street, a man in a nice business suit was walking quickly, a briefcase swinging in one hand and his cell phone up to his ear. He expertly dodged a young girl, possibly high school age, zooming around on roller skates. A man in a shop apron was sweeping the sidewalk outside his bookstore, a dog in a service vest waiting patiently in the doorway.

“Sweetheart, how’s your ice cream?”

I turned my attention to where my husband was taking a seat next to me, slinging a lazy arm around my shoulders and taking a bite of his ice cream.

“It’s good,” I mumbled as I took another bite, my eyes all but rolling into the back of my head.

He smiled crookedly at me as the four of us ate our treat, the Ratajczyk family patriarch finishing up his treat first, patting his bearded face with his napkin before turning his jewel toned gaze to people watching.

Aria finished up next, standing and tossing her bowl and spoon into the trash, taking one last wipe of her face with her napkin before skipping back over to us. And finally, Evie finished her cone a few seconds before I ate the last of my brownie bowl, the four of us sitting there for a minute in an ice cream coma.

“Sweetheart?” Peter murmured softly. “You have therapy tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct, my love,” I answered. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I was thinking that the girls and I could go to the Queen’s Garden Park and just walk around some,” he explained. “It’s a quick two minute walk from the clinic where you receive your psychiatric care.”

“Oh, okay,” I smiled at him, loving how sweet and caring he was to our daughters. He may not have sired them, but he still treated them as though he had done so.

“Yeah?” he smiled down at me, bless my temple with a whiskery kiss before taking to his feet. “We about ready to go now, girls?”

Both girls leapt up, waiting until their daddy had righted himself right before stretching their arms upwards.

“You both have legs,” I clucked as Peter scooped them up, settling a girl onto either hip.

“Oh hush now, sweetheart,” he clucked at me as I held the door open for him. “Let them be little girls for a while longer, yeah?”

“Yeah, okay my love,” I chuckled as he let the girls slide out of his arms and race to their sides of his kingly muscle car. He unlocked his door, reaching around his seat to pull up the lock on Evie’s door. She crawled inside and unlocked Aria’s door, who unlocked my door from the inside before clambering in.

I smiled at the well-oiled system of unlocking the car doors that was in place as I got into the passenger seat, buckling on my seatbelt and leaning over to intercept a chaste peck from the king, a quirk that we’ve taken up to as of lately right before he would start the engine.

“Hey Aria, can you start a countdown for me please?” he requested as he carefully pulled out of his parking spot before creeping up to the exit to the parking lot.

“TEN… NINE… EIGHT… SEVEN… SIX… FIVE… FOUR… THREE… TWO… ONE…” Aria yelled, Peter pausing for a brief moment before darting out and merging smoothly into traffic. “BLASTOFF!”

“Hey sweetheart, remind me to give you my login information for my Wal-Mart account so that you can do the grocery shopping from home,” my husband told me in a gentle rumble. “I know that I am running low on milk and fruit. I’ll hand over the reins and let you handle all that, okay?”

“Okay,” I hummed, knowing that he didn’t like doing such chores as laundry, tending to the kitchen and sweeping but handled cleaning the bathrooms and doing the dishes after dinner every night. I had told him that I didn’t mind playing the role of a 1950’s housewife if he wanted me to.

“Sweetheart, you can be a fucking CEO for all I care,” he had chortled, pressing a kiss to my nose before pulling me in tighter. “Now shut up and let me sleep, woman. It’s 11:13.”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 37

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1172

I took in a deep breath as Peter, the twins and I were led deeper into the bowels of the law firm. My kingly husband kept one hand comfortingly on my shoulder, his other arm holding Evie protectively on his hip. Aria held onto my hand, her thumb rubbing gentle circles into my nervous wrist.

“In here, Mr. Charles is expecting you.”

Peter thanked the secretary before knocking on the door politely, entering when a voice on the other side called out for us.

The office was of a moderate size, holding a desk, two chairs, a small bookshelf and a little couch with a pillow and a blanket folded up neatly and off to one side. The wall behind the desk was plastered with neatly framed photographs, showcasing Mr. Charles’ life- from service with the Brooklyn Navy to date nights with a pretty woman who had dark alabaster skin and twinkling amber eyes to marriage to pretty interracial children with dark bronze skin and sky blue eyes.

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, sir.”

My eyes trailed away from the photo wall and took in my husband shaking the hand of a man who I assumed was Mr. Charles. Built like a brick wall with a broad chest, neatly combed back graying hair and a square jawline, I knew within a second that he was a warrior through and through.

Peter quickly introduced his family before we all took our seats, ending up with a girl perched on either of the king’s knee, much to the lawyer’s amusement.

“Now, do you have the birth certificates, my lady?” he asked me, waiting patiently as I pulled out a file folder and then handed it over to him. Inside I had tucked the paperwork that would be needed for today and a picture of Aria and Evie mere moments after they both had been born, both babies receiving skin to skin from their exhausted, battle worn mother. “Perfect, perfect!”

He copied some stuff from the birth certificates onto the paperwork before handing the four of us nice pen ink pens and beginning to show us what to sign, explaining what we were signing and why.

He explained to us that in addition to filing the paperwork to make the twins the king’s children legally, he would also change their last names, to which Aria loudly screamed that she wanted to be her daddy’s girl.

“Inside voice, Aria,” I scolded her gently as Peter reached up to causally rub at his ear. “You nearly blew out daddy’s eardrums!”

“Sorry daddy,” she meeped timidly before returning to her previous statement of sitting across his chest, swinging her feet.

Peter just chuckled as he pressed a whiskery kiss to her temple before returning to his previous task of signing the adoption paperwork.

“And just one more thing…” Mr. Charles announced, sliding a final sheet of paper over to me. “There are basic disclaimers saying that you consented to having your daughters being adopted and have their names changed, and I also have one for you to sign, your majesty.”

I scribbled my name onto the paper, feeling a weight being taken from my shoulders at the news that King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk was now Aria’s and Evie’s legal father.

“By the power vested in me,” Mr. Charles, announced, spreading his arms. “I now declare Aria Hope and Evangelina Lynn as now official members of the Ratajczyk family.”

“YAY!” Aria squealed excitedly. “Can we go get ice cream to celebrate now?”

Her father burst into a loud rumbled of chuckles as Mr. Charles reached into his desk drawer and brought out a bowl of candy.

“Happy Halloween!” he chuckled as the girl quickly made their selections. “Do you have any plans for tonight?”

“We are taking the girls out trick or treating with my sister’s daughters tonight,” my husband explained, brushing their curls away from their faces before bestowing loving kisses onto their cheeks. “Aria is going to be Captain Brooklyn and Evie will be a butterfly.”

“Fun!” Mr. Charles stood up and walked us to the door. “Will you both be dressing up?”

I could tell that Peter was silently balking at the idea of dressing up.

“No, not this year,” I said in a diplomatic tone of voice. “The girls asked us to come trick or treating with them while we were tucking them into bed last night. We don’t really have any time to whip anything together in such a short amount of time.”

“Ah, understandable,” he smiled as he opened the door for us. “I’ll call you if anything comes up, alright?”

“Perfect.” We all shook hands once more before leaving his office. Right before we left the building, the girls held their arms up, clearly demanding to be picked up and carried to his manly muscle car. Peter had told me that he was looking into buying a safer car to transport us around Brooklyn.

“My Doom Buggy is barely even street legal,” he confessed in a sheepish voice late once night, his hand gently cradling my cheekbone. “I have three or four cars in mind. I just need to put some time aside to go to the dealership and sit in them and drive them around some.”

“Okay,” I told him, our legs tangled in an impossible knot from endless cuddles and sweet kisses. “Will you take the girls with you?”

“If they want,” he shrugged, rolling onto his back and dragging me with him to sprawl across his chest. “I’m not going to command that they come.”

“Okay my love.”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU-King Peter Steele & Grifter/ Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 36

SUMMARY: When single mother Molly Anne is forced into a life of heavy grifting and small time petty crime, she is mistaken for visiting dignitary Lady Bridget Barlowe. Swept into a sudden world of cruel glamour and pretty jewels, how do things work out for her when she is faced with her biggest con yet- involving King Peter of Brooklyn, her soulmate?

Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of recreational drug usage (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1218

“My love, Halloween is on Monday,” I frowned as I cuddled myself in to his chest, the girls flanking up- Evie on her father’s side of the bed and Aria on my side of the bed. “Is Annette still okay with the twins tag teaming her and her daughters for trick or treating?”

Peter only let out a sleepy grunt, halfway asleep already.

But still, I kept on chattering.

“I’m just about finished with the girls’ Halloween costumes, they just need a final try one and then genderbent Captain Brooklyn and queen of butterflies will be completed,” I rambled on endlessly. “Hey, do you think-EEPS!”

I let out a screech as the king grabbed onto me and rolled onto his back, dragging me with him to lie across his front.

“Sweetheart. Shut up.” His peaceful face didn’t twitch at his grumpy order he gave me. “You’re giving me second handed anxiety.”

“I’m so sorry, my love,” I meeped out, shifting my head to place a timid kiss to the underside of his jaw.

MEOW

Coco, the king’s clingy black cat, jumped up onto the bed and ambled up to Evie, climbing up onto her stomach before curling up into a tight ball and erupting into a sudden explosion of purrs.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

Evie began to pet the cat from where she was lying on her back with a giant smile on her serene befreckled face.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“Coco really likes Evie,” Aria spoke up, snuggling himself in closer to her parents. “All the kitties like her.”

“Do the kitties like you, Bluebells?” I asked her from where I was squished against the king’s manly chest.

“Yes, but they like Evie more!” she whined. “She smells like catnip.”

“Do you even know what catnip is?” Peter chortled.

Aria just cracked an eye open as she stared at her father like he was an idiot.

“Kitty weed,” she retorted in a smart voice.

Peter started wheezing, tucking his face in my neck and tickling my skin with puffs of air from his nose and the frantic quiver of mirth on his lips.

“Oh Bluebells,” I tutted at her adorable cheek that only my spitting mini me could pull off. “You are something else.”

“I know,” she shrugged nonchalantly at my words. “It’s what makes me so wonderful.”

I could feel Peter’s chest quaking as he stifled his laugher and Aria leaned in.

“I like cats,” she announced, completely nonplussed. “They taste like chicken.”

My husband erupted.

“Congratulations, Aria Hope,” I droned, using her first and middle name. “You broke your father.”

“Yes!” she grinned happily. “Mission success!”

I looked at Peter’s face and watched as fat, jibbly tears streaking across his handsome face, and I impishly kissed the proud peak of his nose.

“Breath, breathe, breathe for me now, my love,” I murmured, wriggling around in his tight arms so that I could press my ear to his chest, showing him how to breathe. “Can you breathe with me now?”

Evie turned her over towards me and asked me what Peter was laughing at.

Your sister, who else? I snarked at use by use of my fingers.

What does daddy’s laugh sounds like? Evie asked me, giving me her hand and brightening when I pressed it against his chest. She scooted closer, Coco not moving or stopping purring as the tiny human underneath him listened to her father’s voice using her hands. I think he sounds nice.

He reminds me of a storm rolling in, I told her. All deep and rumbly and lovely.

I like the way his laugh feels, she told me.

“Sweetheart, what are you and Evie talking about?” Peter asked me, finally beginning to calm down as he pressed a sweet kiss to my cheek.

“She likes the vibrations you give out when you laugh,” I told him with twinkling eyes. “I was telling her how your laugh reminds me of a thunderstorm.”

“Daddy sounds like a thunderstorm when he laughs, mommy sounds like a doggy toy near death when she laughs…” Aria droned. “Mommy squeaks when she laughs- it’s adorable.”

Peter’s hand snaked to my hip with he dug his fingers into my tummy, making me jump with a yip.

“Peter!” I squawked, laughter bubbling up out of me as he tickled me using one hand. Soon enough, I was the one who was gasping and wheezing as my husband propped himself up on an elbow as he gazed down at me giggling frantically on his chest.

“Aria is right sweetheart,” he finally announced as he drew me in for another kiss. “Your laugh is adorable.”

“Her hiccups are even cuter,” Aria interjected with an evil look on her face.

“Noted,” he chuckled. “But then again sweetheart, everything about you in cute.”

I promptly turned bright pink and tucked my face into his chest. I no longer saw myself as cute- cute was for five year olds with missing teeth and scraped knees. I more identified as exhausted, loving and a good mother. I had to be- I could have possibly raised one girl on the slim paychecks that I got from my barely minimum waged jobs, but funds were really stretched thin when I found out that I was pregnant, not with one baby, but two babies. I had received my prenatal care at the free clinic that ran on Wednesdays and Fridays. Luckily, I had gone in labor late Thursday night and when I had waddled into the free clinic the following Friday morning, I was whisked back into a room almost immediately. I had begged them not to give me anything for the pain, which I knew the clinic would charge me for, and so after thirteen hours of pushing and cussing, I had given birth to two amazing little girls. I had stayed at the clinic until closing, and a kindly nurse gave me a ride back to my cramped apartment.

Now, looking at Aria as she bemoaned the kitties didn’t love her and Evie listening to her father’s voice with her hands, I knew that it was all well worth it all.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 34

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1267

“You ready now, my sweetheart?” the king asked me, down on a knee as he checked in with me.

The news that the king had married his soulmate had the day before and had defended her daughters from a savage rabid raccoon had long since spread across the nation like wildfire, and the outside area of the hospital was crowded with well-wishers and the press, eager for a good story to plump up their careers. I was jittery with nerves as the king told me that we only had to walk a little ways before Queen Annette the elder’s driver could pick us up.

“Yes, my love,” I hummed out at last, taking a step in closer to him and pressing our foreheads together. “I am ready now.”

“Good girl,” he purred, cupping at my cheek before drawing himself up to his full height and collecting Aria’s hand in his and scooping Evie up to sit on his hip. “Let’s go now.”

It was almost like an explosion, the sudden rush of the people jostling to view the king and his new family, the newscasters talking randomly about the weather, the police trying to do crowd control…

“IT’S THE KING!” someone screamed, heading off the loud roaring of the crowd. Aria let out a quiet little whine as she tucked herself in closer to her father’s legs. Evie pressed her face into his neck, able to shut out everything easily.

I smiled awkwardly for my spot on Aria’s other side, ducking my head bashfully as people threw flowers at us, holding up plush toys for the girls and one woman presented her little child.

“Oh, why hello there!” I cooed stepping over to where the mother was holding out her baby. “What’s your name?”

“Christine,” she hummed, watching as I interacted with the tiny child.

“Christine! Oh, such a lovely name!” I smiled, poking the baby in the tummy and then promptly getting a toothy smile.

“I named her after my favorite movie,” bubbled the mother. “1983 Christine, starring Keith Gordan!”

“Oh, is that a good movie?” I asked her as the baby latched onto my loose curls, and stuffed a handful of fiery locks into her mouth. “I’m afraid I don’t really watch movies much.”

I didn’t have to look to see that the king had stopped as well and was conversing with a news reporter while he tended to the girls, one on his hip and the other hidden halfway behind his legs with her arms looped around his knees.

“You’re so pretty!” gasped a little redhead boy.

“Redheads unite!” I teased him as he bashfully presented me with a pink flower. “Oh, it’s so pretty- thank you!” I accepted the flower from him, bringing it up to my nose for a sniff before tucking the flower behind his ear. “Can you keep it safe for me?”

He drew himself up straight and sent me a smart salute, his older brother chuckling as he stood there, dressed in his proud army colors, which told me that he had just come off from base.

“Thank you for your service,” I thanked him, holding out my hand for a shake.

As I made my way down the line of cheering citizens, I found myself relaxing and smiling more. Finally, the four of us had said our goodbyes to the final person before darting across the street to where Queen Annette the elder’s private driver was situated. He opened the backdoor to reveal two freshly purchased booster seats as the queen herself got out from the passenger seat.

“Grammy!” Aria cheered as she and Evie folded themselves into her arms. “Hihi!”

“Hihi there yourself!” she laughed as Peter hurriedly dumped everyone’s backpacks into the rear before seizing Evie by the hips and tossing her into her seat and did the same to Aria before turning to me.

“I’m getting in, my love, I’m getting in!” I laughed as I hopped in and got into the back backseat, where I buckled myself in and beamed as my husband appeared next to me.

“Hihi there, sweetheart,” he smiled at me as he bought me in for a sweet kiss before buckling himself in.

The queen’s driver pulled out of his parallel parking spot before quickly getting onto the freeway towards home again.

“Peter, Molly Anne, I already had someone come and critter proofed the backyard,” the queen explained with a sweet smile. “Now, do you want me to take the twins for a few hours?”

Peter frowned at her before sending her a quick text, which I read as MOLLY ANNE AND I ARE HOLDING OFF ON CONSUMMATION OUR UNION UNTIL MY SWEETHEART GETS TO A CERTAIN PLACE IN THERAPY.

I promptly turned a bright pink at how open and candid the king was with our relationship. He caught the look on my face and chuckled sheepishly.

“Sorry sweetheart,” he apologized, brushing another sweet kiss to my temple. “I tell my mom everything.”

“Oh, that’s right,” I told him, recalling him stating in an interview that he had told his mother when he had lost his virginity to his then girlfriend at the time, a girl named Madeline who was three years his junior.

“Yeah, she’s the one who I would turn to if my girlfriend was having a tough time with anything in her life, and she would give me advice on what to do to make it easier for her,” he explained in my ear into a soft voice, brushing my curls behind my ear. “Sweetheart, I didn’t know that you have pierced ears.”

“I used to, a long time ago,” I shrugged. “But I think the holes closed up some time ago.”

“Well sweetheart, I think you still have the piercing holes,” Peter said. “I can poke them open again with a safety pin, if should want.”

“It would be wonderful to wear earrings again,” I sighed dreamily as Aria turned her head to look at us.

“Can me and Evie get our ears pierced?” she asked us.

“We’ll explore that possibility when we get home again, okay?” Peter told her in a firm voice.

“Okay daddy.”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 32

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: wild animal attacks,

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1189

When people started to show up to Green Leaf Hall for the after wedding party, I had since changed out of my wedding dress into jeans and a green turtleneck sweater, not wanting to stain the pretty dress. I had replaced it back into its dress bag and hung it up in the back of the closet for a rainy day.

When I had wondered back downstairs again, I was met with an affectionate hug by Queen Annette the elder, who had pulled me into the kitchen to gossip while Peter and my daddy headed into the garage to have a friendly man to man talk.

“Look at what I found,” the queen told me with twinkling eyes before presenting me with a fat photo album. “Peter’s baby pictures! Oh, he was such a cute baby, all green eyes and chub!”

I hummed, flipping over the book. The first picture that I saw was the king, probably two years old destroying a little chocolate cake from his high chair. He was wearing a bright yellow party hat, his delightfully chubby face painted with frosting and he was wearing a happy baby smile.

“Oh, he’s so adorable!” I giggled, looking up at Aria’s loud yells. “Now what on earth is going on out there?”

I opened the back door and poked my head out, blanching at the sight of a raccoon racing from one side of the yard to the other. I snapped the door shut and yelled for Peter.

“Peter come now!” I yelled as heavy stomping came up from the garage. The door flew open as my husband charged out and into the backyard, distracting the raccoon long enough so that the twins and party guests could flee inside.

He let out an ear splitting roar as the raccoon effortlessly scaled his body, where he seized the critter by the tail before heaving it up over the fence and a good distance away.

“Are you alright girls?” I fretted as I fluttered about the twins, checking to see if they had endured any scratches or bites.

“We’re fine, mommy!” Aria huffed as Peter came back into the house, practically snorting fire. “Is daddy alright?”

“I’m fine, girls,” the king chuckled, going into the laundry room to wash his hands in the work sink. “Tomorrow, I’m going to call someone to come out and get rid of any vermin that we may have. I should have done that directly after meeting my sweetheart, but-”

“But life got in the way,” I finished up for him. “My love, are you going to go and get checked out? I’d feel better if you did so.”

“Peter, listen to your wife,” Queen Annette the elder ordered her son. “Cathy will drive you to the urgent care clinic.”

“I’m coming too!” I announced, sending Aria back upstairs to grab my backpack. “Do you mind keeping an eye on the girls for me please, queen mother? Mom?”

“Say no more, dear,” the queen insisted as mom nodded, Aria sprinting back into the room with my backpack in her arm. “We will both keep an eye on our granddaughters.”

“Go on now, mommy!” Aria ordered me, standing up straight and tall. “Me and Evie will pack some pajamas and slippers for if daddy needs to stay the night.”

“Thank you, Bluebells,” I smiled at her before racing outside and jumping into the Princess Cathy’s car.

~xoXox~

An hour later, the king had been admitted to an overnight stay at the hospital, and he was letting everyone know how miserable he was about it. He had at least fourteen different shots, had been told to calm down by at least three different nurses and had sent a doctor crying out from his room. He had settled down almost at once at the extremely disapproving glare that I sent him- the only downside was that I kept needing to remind him who will be wearing the pants in our marriage.

“Behave yourself right now, my love,” I snarled exhaustedly at him. “I understand that you do not like hospitals, but the doctors and nurses are just making sure that you won’t develop rabies!”

The king opened him mouth to make a snarky retort towards me, but was interrupted by the door to his hospital room slamming open.

“Mommy! Daddy!” Aria yelled as she and Evie both spilled into the room. Aria dropped a bag by the door as she and her sister climbed up onto Peter’s bed and tucked themselves underneath his arms. “Hihi.”

“Hihi there yourself!” Peter’s mood did a full one eighty as he calmed down in the presence of our daughters. “How are you girls? Did the raccoon bite either of you?”

“No, but me and Evie made you and mommy something called a Dopp bag!” Aria continued to bubble as a soft knock sounded at the door, revealing a brand new doctor. “Grammy helped us pack it!”

“Oh girls?” I had a mischievous smile on my face. “Your daddy has been an extremely difficult patient. He actually made a doctor cry!”

“Daddy!” Aria gasped, Evie reaching out and jabbing a finger into his armpit, being rewarded with a laughing yelp. “You should be nice- the doctors are going to make the raccoon cooties be no more!”

The doctor burst into uproarishly rambunctious laughter and seemingly was unable to stop as he took a seat in a chair.

“I do think the girls should stay overnight with you, your majesty,” he wheezed, wiping at his eyes. “With the both of you here, the king will likely behave himself!”

“You will behave yourself,” I threatened him. “Won’t you, my love?”

“Yes sweetheart.”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 31

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of spousal assault (nothing graphic) mentions of domestic abuse (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1288

I smiled as the four of us paraded our way through the garden before coming up to Father Oliver, dressed in dark green robes and a priest’s collar wrapped around his neck, Lady Bridget, Chloe, Peter’s sisters and mom and my parents. A young woman dressed in a smart yellow and orange floral print dress stood up with the priest, her hands dressed in neat white gloves. I glanced up towards the start of the aisle, where a painter was positioned as she captured the intimate ceremony with paintbrushes and acrylics.

“Dearly beloved,” boomed Father Oliver, sending the interpreters hands into a flurry as his voice began to speak. “We gather here to today to witness the union of King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn and Molly Anne Harper. Joining them today will be Molly Anne’s daughters, twins Aria and Evie. Everyone here will gain something today- a wife, a husband, a man to call father-”

“I think he means a man who we will call daddy!” Aria muttered, going silent at the look that I shot her as everyone erupted into giggles.

The ceremony otherwise went on without a hitch, at one point a surprise explosion of butterflies erupting from the trees, sending the twins curling onto the man who they rightfully called their daddy.

“Do you have rings?” Father Oliver asked, being presented with two rings from Aria’s jacket. “Peter, take the ring into your right hand and repeat after me”

The king glanced quickly at me before returning his attention back to the priest.

“In the name of God, I, Peter Thomas Ratajczyk, take you, Molly Anne Harper, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do we part. This is my solemn vow.”

And then, it was my turn.

“In the name of God, I, Molly Anne Harper, take you, Peter Thomas Ratajczyk, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do we part. This is my solemn vow.”

Peter smiled at me, cupping my face before turning to the girls. We had all agreed to incorporate the entire family into the wedding ceremony, and the king had prepared two little vows and matching butterfly bracelets.

“Aria, will you allow me to play soccer with you, to catch you when you fall and sneak into the kitchen at midnight to bake cookies?” Peter eyes were twinkling as he recited the vow that he had penned by himself.

“YOU WEREN’T SUPPOSED TO TELL ANYONE ABOUT THAT!” Aria glared at him.

Everyone broke into amuse chuckles as she finally agreed, letting him clasp the bracelet onto her wrist before she jumped into his chest, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. And then it was Evie’s turn.

Evie, will you allow me to read you bedtime stories, to hunt for ladybugs in the backyard and draw pictures with you on rainy days? Peter asked her with his hands, getting an excited head nod as he copied the same motioned as he did to her sister before she jumped on him in demanding a hug.

“Molly Anne!”

Horrified shivers began racing down my spine at the enraged voice. I automatically took a step forward and hid myself in my soulmate’s arms, trembling like it was below zero out.

“I’m gunna-”

A quiet zapping noise, a muffled thud and someone being forcibly led away met my ears, but I still didn’t look up as people resettled themselves once more.

“It’s okay sweetheart,” the king murmured lovingly, and I knew that the twins were huddled behind him, taking shelter from the man who sired them. “It’s okay… you’re safe now… the girls are safe…”

It took about ten minutes for me to calm down enough to pull away. Peter smiled at me, bringing me forward to press a reassuring kiss to my forehead and then turning back to Father Oliver, still on his knees from saying his vows to the twins.

“Well, after that little bit of excitement,” Father Oliver chuckled awkwardly before getting back into the swing of things. “By the power vested in my by the Catholic Church, I now declare you man and wife!”

Everyone started to cheer and applaud us as Peter met me halfway in a sweet kiss, the girls hopping about, screaming with joy as the king stood, sweeping me into his arms. Aria and Evie latched onto his belt before the four of us headed off into the church to spend a few minutes together as a family before leaving for the after party.

“We did it,” Peter beamed happily, draping his jacket around my shoulders before whisking the group of us out to where he had parked his muscle car, waiting until everyone had buckled their seatbelts before pulling out from his parking space.

“We’re married,” I giggled, promptly turning bright pink at the sight of soda cans tied to the back of his car, clearly indicating what we had just celebrated.

“Yes, we are married sweetheart,” he responded, a smile stretching across his face as he carefully merged onto the freeway and began to head off towards home again.

“Mommy?”

I twisted my neck around to look at Aria.

“Who was that man who interrupted the wedding?” she wondered out loud as she kicked her feet.

My heart clenched- I had been putting off telling her about her foul tempered father, knowing that she would ask me questions that would feel like ripping open mostly healed wounds.

But luckily for me, Peter knew how to answer her curious question.

“That man was someone who your mommy once knew a long time ago,” he halfway lied as he pulled onto the street that led up towards home. “Your mommy had to distance herself from his toxicity mood swings and quickly lost touch with him over the years.”

I found myself unable to wipe the happy smile from my face as he pulled up to the house, parking inside the garage and then jumping out, the four of us rushing inside to get the house set up for the arrival of our family and loved one.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 30

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1301

“Molly Anne?”

I turned from the window, where I had been people watching and smiled at Queen Annette, who came into the room with three boxes stack on top of one another in hand.

“Do you need help getting ready?” she asked me in a sweet voice, setting the boxes down onto a chair and coming up to embrace me.

“My parents are running a bit behind,” I confessed as she helped me out of my robe and held my wedding dress open for me to step into. “There was a nasty accident just ahead of them, and traffic is completely backed up.”

“Ah,” she hummed, bringing the dress up from my ankles to my knees, then my waist, then my shoulders, helping my arms through the arm holes and then zipping it up. “But they weren’t involved in the accident?”

“No, your majesty,” I told her as she sat me down before beginning to finger comb my wild red curls. “They’re unhurt.”

“Molly Anne.” My eyes shot up to where she was smiling at me from the mirror in front of me. “What will it take for you to call me mom?”

“Mom?” I blinked, a bit confused. “I’d honestly rather not call you that- I already have a mom. Can I call you queen mother instead?”

“You can call me whatever you want,” she reassured me. “And now, where on earth are my granddaughters?”

“Oh, they’re off exploring the church with Princess Pamela to supervise them,” I answered, looking up as Princess Patricia entered, lugging a heavy bag at her side.

“Hi mom, hi Molly Anne,” she greeted us with a smile before beginning to set up a makeup station. “Do you still want an all-natural look?”

“Yes please,” I hummed, shutting my eyes and relaxing as the two women began to work on making me look pretty for my marriage to the king. “Where’s Peter?”

“Freaking out,” Patricia’s voice was a clear indicator that she was rolling her eyes to the great heavens up above. “He’s halfway convinced that you’re going to nope out of becoming his other half today.”

“He is?” I asked, amused at what she was saying as she dusted blush onto my cheekbones.

“He is,” she chuckled.

I chuckled, sensing the girls’ returning footsteps coming my way.

“Hey there, girls,” I greeted them as the door swung open once more.

“Hihi, mommy!” Aria chirped excitedly. “Me and Evie saw daddy.”

“Oh?” I wondered as Patricia swept mascara onto my eyelashes. “How is he?”

“Scared,” she answered as she and Evie began to help each other get dressed. “I told him that you would marry him, gung ho be gone!”

I broke into laughter at her sweet words.

“Yes, that’s right, gung ho be gone!” I chuckled as I repeated her words back to her. “Oh, you little sweetie!”

“Me and Evie are sweetlets, you’re daddy’s sweetheart!” Aria continued to be absolutely adorable as she zipped the back of Evie’s dress before turning to have her twin do the button up the front of her older sister’s pantsuit.

“Oh, you’re right, you’re right,” I chortled, stretching my lips for Patricia to swipe lip gloss onto my lips.

“And… finished!” she stepped aside so that I could look at myself in the mirror. Tears began to bubble in the corners of my eyes as I laid eyes on my face, wearing makeup for the first time since I dropped out of college near ten years ago. “Do you like it?”

“I look…” I took a deep breath, urging myself not to start crying. “Beautiful.”

“Molly Anne.” Patricia handed me a tissue. “You are beautiful. And also, the makeup is water proof.”

I chuckled at her words before the queen bought the larger of the boxes that she had bought with her, which contained my headpiece. A sudden rush of nervousness and fear hit me hard in the chest at what was in the box that the queen had lovingly commissioned for me from the Sloan Shark family, their family business crest seal clear as day on the box.

I took a deep breath before opening it. I smiled at the pretty headband, which consisted of lifelike flowers made of handblown crystal with pearls in gentle shades of blues and greens gently dotting the crown every so often.

“I also had similar pieces made for the girls,” she told me, chuckling as Aria and Evie pounced on their boxes, examining the labels before swapping them and opening them.

“Pretty!” Aria gasped as she took out her own flower crown, a perfect miniature to her mommy’s. “Thanks, grammy!”

The queen looked absolutely thrilled with her moniker as the girls helped each other don their headpiece, both giggling and signing to each other happily.

“There we are now, Molly Anne,” Patricia announced, plucking the crown for my hands and settling it onto my head, securing it in place with hairpins. “Now, are you ready to go out there and marry my brother?”

“I am.” A sudden rush of confidence flooded my veins, and I was handed my basket of flowers before leaving the room with a twin on either side of me.

I was happy that the king had agreed with my reasonings for wearing wear simple embroidered Converse after telling him that heels would have been a recipe for disaster with our church garden wedding.

“I don’t care what you wear on your feet,” he had told me before kissing my forehead. “But sweetheart, I should only let you know that if you do decide to go barefoot, then I get the right to carry you.”

I smiled at the sight of the king, who was kneeling at the tabernacle, praying as he awaited my arrival.

“Daddy!” Aria yelled, racing from me and diving into her laughing father’s arms. He fussed about the girls for a minute before looking up and meeting my eyes.

I blushed as hearts began to swim in his eyes.

I was getting married today.

“Sweetheart,” he gasped, meeting me halfway and dropping to a knee to collect the side of my face in his hand. “You look so beautiful.”

The king was getting married today.

“Come on now, my love,” I told him with a gentle smile as the four of us took hands. “Let’s go get married now.”

We were getting married today.

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 29

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of rape (nothing graphic) mentions of gang rape (nothing graphic) mentions of abuse (nothing graphic)

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1471

I was humming happily as I kneaded a ball of coffee oatmeal bread, my fiery curls tied up on the top of my head in a sloppy bun and my sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Last night, when I had expressed to the king how much I missed baking bread, he had kissed me on the forehead before we both went to sleep. When I had woken up this morning and wandered downstairs in pursuit of breakfast, I found the king happily accepting a grocery delivery from the neighborhood Wal-Mart, which turned out to be baking supplies- bread pans and yeast and flour and sugar and so much more.

After a quick breakfast, I had shooed off the twins and dove into baking bread, filling the house with the sweet, flakey scents of fresh baked goods.

Cinnamon bread.

Blueberry yogurt bread.

Honey oatmeal bread.

San Francisco sourdough bread.

Chocolate hazelnut bread.

Peanut butter bread.

Sandwich bread.

I found myself breaking out into a joyful smile as I surveyed the plastic boxes packed full with stuff that I had collected over the years as a youth for my hope chest. I had burst into giant, ugly tears when my parents had pulled up to Green Leaf Hall in a small moving truck and had begun to pull out the carefully labeled boxes.

And they dropped the boxes off just in the nick of time, too- the king and I would be getting married in just two days!

Although I didn’t necessarily need anything, as how King Peter was extremely generous with his money and his love, it always made my heart swoon with love thoughtful and loving he was with the twins. I had to set a clear boundary of spending a hundred dollars of fun money a month for each girl, with how much he loved spoiling them rotten.

“Please my love,” I had protested when he picked me up by my hips and then tossed me up onto the kitchen counter before crowding himself in between my knees. “Tell you what- you can spoil the twins silly with Christmas goodies, how does that sound?”

“Oh sweetheart,” he had chuckled in between sweet pecks to my nose. “My mom and sisters are going to love spoiling the twins. You won’t need to worry about just me.”

DING

I smiled as I pulled out two freshly baked loaves- one of cinnamon bread, the second peanut butter bread. I settled the loaf pans onto the counter before taking a step backwards to survey all the bread that I had made.

“Oops,” I said in a soft voice, giggling when I felt the vibrations on the floorboards, signaling the arrival of my kingly soulmate.

“Can I enter the kitchen now, or will you throw a plate at me?” Peter’s voice was laughing as he awaited my answer, staying respectfully on the other side of the doorway.

“You can come in now, my love!” I laughed, smiling at the sheer manliness of him. He was wearing a thin sweatshirt over a tank top, jeans and his badass stomping boots, as Aria had affectionately dubbed them. “Won’t you get cold?”

“Nah, I’m a man, and men are built for the cold!” He puffed his chest out playfully as he tugged on work gloves and a winter scarf. “I’ll be in the back yard, trimming the trees in preparations of the snow, okay?”

“Where are the girls?” I asked him with an arch of my eyebrow.

“Reading in their bedrooms,” he told me. “They picked out books from my office- don’t worry sweetheart, Aria selected a history book and Evie picked out a cultural exploration book. I don’t read those books that have graphic sex scenes. I feel weird about books like that.”

“Ah, noted,” I hummed, filing this new tidbit of information away for a later date. “Well then, what do you use?”

“My imagination.” I didn’t need to look to see the savage grin on his face.

“What does your imagination conjure up?” I asked him, leaning up against the sink.

“You in sexy leather and heels dripping wax all over my tied up body,” he purred in a smokey voice.

“I like doggy position,” I confessed, fighting not to look away for his smoldering eyes. “It allows for deeper penetration. But I hate choking and rough sex. Henry was fond of stuff like that.”

“Sweetheart, can you please look at me?” I hadn’t realized that I shut my eyes to avoid looking at his face. “There you are now. Hello my beautiful soulmate.” He took a step closer to me, clearly judging if he could come nearer to me in this vulnerable state of mind that I was currently under. “Our first time being intimate with each other, I will make love to you, and I will make you sing.”

A shiver raced down my spine at the way he phrased his promise to me. Everyone knew of his past flings- they have all spoke highly of his elongated length and skillful knowledge of aftercare.

“Sweetheart.”

I came back to the present again, blinking as the king scooped me up and settled me onto the kitchen counter, taking up his favorite spot in between my knees.

“Talk to me,” he begged me, bringing our lips together in a not quite a kiss. “What are you so afraid of?”

“Is it true?”

He blinked in confusement at my question.

“When you and your first girlfriend, Madeline of Leads, lost your virginities with each other,” I started off, suddenly feeling silly. “Was she really bleeding that badly?”

“Only a few drops,” he chuckled, finally understand where my fear was coming from. “Although, I do think that most of her bleeding came from the fact that her period started the following day. But I didn’t fuck her that hard.”

“Okay.” I wasn’t quite sure why, but I believed him.

“Sweetheart, sex can be a glorious thing to experience,” he told me rather bluntly. “I think you never really had the chance to know what joy and bless true sex can bring you.”

“I was either fucked by Henry or else he would pass me around to settle debts that he would rack up,” I muttered, suddenly feeling ashamed. “He would often just leave me to forgive whatever money was owed by complying by any sick fantasies that my partners had. One time, I did nine guys.”

I felt the king’s fingers tightening.

“At once.”

A quiet snarl was torn out from his throat at my confession.

“Luckily, I always had one guy in my pussy and one guy in my mouth and nothing more,” I confessed numbly, my fingers hooking into his jacket. “There were even a few times when Henry would agree to have guys fuck me bareback.”

The king drew back and looked at me with horror and rage in his emotional green eyes.

“Jesus…” he wheezed, crushing me to his manly chest. “Sweetheart, do you want me to see if your therapist can squeeze you in tomorrow?”

“Yeah, okay,” I muttered, wiping my eyes as PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD- PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PAD-PADs began to ring out from upstairs, indicating that the girls were on their way to come down and demand love from their parents. “That does sounds like a good idea, your majesty.”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 28

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1325

I tiptoed around the king over the next few days, noticing that he gave me room to do as I pleased, including going as far as to stack a wall of pillows between the both of us during the night and me shielding my stretched and marked body from his respectful eyes.

Much to my amusement, Aria and Evie would practically hang off of him whenever they weren’t busy reading or drawing. He seemed to enjoy having the little human trailing after him as he did little random projects around the house as he got ready for winter- making certain that the attic, the basement and the crawlspaces were insulated, servicing the furnishes and chimneys, swapping in storm windows in place of the regular screens, repairing loose roof shingles, cleaning and inspecting the gutters, trimming the trees in the backyard and side yards and marking the garden beds, paths and driveway.

I found myself doing a deep clean of the kitchen and main rooms of the estate- the sunroom in front, the TV den located in the back of the house, the dining room and the hallway. I had always felt emotionally calmer when I was cleaning house, and on the one hand, I appreciated the king not tracking in mud into the house or not leaving his outerwear tossed around the house, I still felt a little bit irritated at how perfect this kingly man was to me and my twins.

As our wedding day crept nearer and nearer, I welcomed the queen, Peter’s sisters, their daughters and my parents into the house, where the twins were very quickly spoiled with presents and hugs. The two sisters, who were unaccustomed to being showered with books and dolls and other such items were very easily overwhelmed and quickly learned to hide in their shared Jack and Jill bathroom whenever they sniffed that visitors were at Green Leaf Hall.

The king had told me to claim one of the dozen bedrooms on the second floor as my study, telling me that I would need a place to retreat to whenever he would get to be too much. And so, I decided on a room in the back of the house with windows that stretched from the floor to the ceiling and lovely wallpaper in different shades of green.

I has set up my sewing machine onto a desk and quickly established myself by crafting the promised Halloween costumes for the girls. Aria’s Captain Brooklyn was heavily inspired by his traditional red, white and blue costume and Evie’s colorful butterfly costume had soft pastel colors of pinks and yellows and greens and blues.

“Sweetheart?”

I turned from where I had been meticulously hand sewing star printed trim onto Aria’s jacket and saw the king standing in the doorway, waiting for my permission to enter.

“Hey,” I greeted him as I quickly found a place where I could take a break.

“I was wondering what your plans would be for Halloween?” he asked me, shoving his hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “Annette’s granddaughters are going out trick or treating, and so she extended an invitation to the twins to join them, if you would permit it.”

“Will Annette be there to supervise?” I felt a teensy bit of unease at the idea of the girls off with strangers for a few hours.

“Yes sweetheart.” he smiled kindly at me as I returned to my previous task of sewing. “She and some of the moms of her granddaughters’ friends watch the kids as they go trick or treating. And I was thinking that we could spend the night together. Just the two of us.”

I felt a jolt race through my heart. The king had gotten me into therapy, and my matched therapist was a sweet older lady with a soulful voice and a kind mind. She and I had bonded almost at once, and she had quickly picked to the bottom of all my insecurities- that I was scared the king would wake up one day and wonder why he wasted his time with me and the twins.

We hadn’t had much of an opportunity to have an emotional heart to heart due to the twin’s clinginess to the Ratajczyk family patriarch, but yet to my surprise, he never seemed annoyed by them wanting to always be within easy reach with him, often time letting them crawl into bed with us and moving to the side to allow them room to get in between the both of us.

“We can spend October 31st as our first date night in,” he continued to make plans as I finished my task, tying a knot and clipping the thread before holding the jacket up to admire it. “Wow, that’s incredible- Captain Brooklyn, right?”

“He’s Aria’s favorite superhero,” I told him with a soft hum. “I don’t have a press for making fabric buttons, but I did manage to find buttons that are close enough to the actual fabric color.”

“Add one to your Amazon wish list,” he suggested, taking to a knee to watch as I began to sew the trim onto the sleeve cuffs. “I won’t mind you buying one for yourself- do you think you’ll be making more stuff with homemade tuffed buttons?”

I made a face at him, half amused and half impressed that he knew the correct terminology and he chuckled sheepishly.

“My mom and sisters all sew,” he confessed to me, taking my hand into his to brush a brisk kiss to the inside of my wrist. “So I only know the basis terminology and stuff like that. I never actually learned how to work a sewing machine myself.”

“Would you like me to teach you?” I asked him.

“I’d rather not sweetheart; I think it would be best if we have our own things that we’re good at,” he explained himself.

“Daddy! Daddy help!”

Peter and I both jerked up at the sudden scream that came from right down the hall. We arrived at the twin’s Jack and Jill bathroom and found that the toilet was overflowing, leaving the girls doing everything that they could to keep the water in the bathroom and out of their bedrooms.

“Hang on tight now girls,” Peter rumbled, stepping in and fidgeting with something to the side of the toilet, making the water stop flowing out. “Super Daddy is here. Aria, can you please run downstairs and grab my tool bag from the coat closet?”

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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 27

SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. But what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?

A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it

STORY WARNINGS: panic attacks, (male) masturbation

A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.

WORD COUNT: 1154

A delicious aroma tickled my nose from where I was doing laundry in the back of the house and I poked my head into the dining room, which was one room connected to the kitchen.

“Aria, what are you and Evie making?” I called out as I saw Evie keeping an eye on something on the stove while Aria carefully sliced something, dumping it into the air fryer.

“I found a knock off recipe for KFC online,” she called out. “So, we’re making fried chicken strips and seasoned potato wedges for dinner tonight.”

“Yum yum yum,” I hummed, returning back to my task as the dryer sang out a happy little tune, signaling the end of its current cycle. “You want to know something, but I do think your daddy’s favorite fast food restaurant is KFC.”

“Yeah, he mentioned that in a past conversation,” she said as she set the knife off into the sink before dumping the neatly sliced potato wedges into the air fryer.

“Speaking of which, but where is daddy?” I asked. “I haven’t seen him for much of the day!”

“I think he holed himself up in his office,” she answered me as she turned to supervise her twin sister.

And so I went off on a mission to go track down the king. As I came closer to his office, I began to hear grunts and snarls and moans, telling me just what he was doing.

A bright pink flush overtook my face as I knocked softly on the door. My rapping opening the door, and I laid my eyes on a glorious sight.

“Fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck…” he panted, his head tossed back and eyes shut as his hand glided along his slick cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off from it, it was so big- but then I remembered that he was close to seven feet tall and extremely well proportioned and had posed for a centerfold for PlayGirl magazine years ago when I was sixteen and a silly highschooler. “JESUS FUCK MOLLY ANNE-”

I jumped at the sudden explosion that rained from his plump cockhead, him catching much of the drizzle with an old rag before our eyes met.

“Your majesty,” I lowered my eyes demurely as my heart thudded rapidly in my head, a sudden rush of shame rushing through my veins at catching him in such a vulnerable state. “I’m sorry- Aria told me that you had holed yourself up in your office, and I-”

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” For the first time, I realized that I was hyperventilating. “Breathe… breathed… breathe for me now, sweetheart, my sweetheart…”

I melted into him as he knelt next to me, folding myself into his manly chest as I kicked myself for suffering a humiliating panic attack. He pressed my ear into his green sweater, murmuring soft, calming sounds as he began to rock to and fro on his knees. “Can you breathe with me? Match your breath with my breath.”

I felt silly and stupid for freaking out at the sight of his kingly member, but then I remember reading gossip magazines when I was younger and scoffing over women who said that they slept with the royal man. All had told of being painfully stretched and bleeding afterwords, but would rave on about his skilled aftercaring skills.

“You will destroy me.”

Peter pulled away to press a loving kiss to my temple.

“It will be uncomfortable, possibly even painful our first few times together,” he confessed in a deep rumble. “But sweetheart, oh my sweetheart, I will love you and worship you and make our first times together as comfortable and painless for you as humanly possible.”

I only let out an anxious hum before I shut my eyes and simply allowed him to be my grounding rock and bring me back down to earth again.

“I am so sorry that you got the chance to witness me yanking my monkey off like that,” he apologized as he allowed me to straddle his lap, pressing our chests flush against one another and my knees settling on either sides of his hips. “My behavior is completely inexcusable, and I must beg forgiveness.”

But I was not listening to him.

I had been so caught up in meeting my destined love, planning the rest of my life with this incredible man and how he treated my daughter like they were his own flesh and blood. But not, I found myself wondering about the nitty gritty facts such as-

What was the king’s favorite sex position?

Did he want a son or a daughter first?

Who would clean up if the girls well violently sick?

What kind of kinks did the king have, and would they sneak out while we were engaged in loving coitus?

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine,” the king sang, clearly worried about my current state of mind. “You make me happy, when skies are grey…”

I found myself falling into a trance at his soft and powerful voice, and found myself falling deeper in love with King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn.

“I love you sweetheart,” he confessed, pressing yet another soft kiss to my temple. “I love our daughters, too. I promise you that I will spend the rest of my life loving and protecting and honoring and providing for you three, for now and until my last dying breath.”

And I believed him.

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