#Molly Anne Harper (OFC)

[steele-soulmate]

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 & Grifter/ Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU

Chapter 21

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: 1291

“Here girls.” Peter reached into his back pocket and took out his wallet, drawing out two crispy fifty dollars bills. He handed them to the girls. “Go and have fun now, alright?”

“Alright daddy!” Aria chirped happily as she and her twin sister bounded away, leaving Peter and I parked off at an apple picking orchard.

“Fret now, my sweetheart,” Peter told me, hoisting the basket of freshly picked apples back into his arms once more and leading me into where the pumpkins grew. “The girls are in good hands. No one here will hurt them.”

A nervous hum slipped out past my lips as I found a beautifully enormous orange pumpkin. I wrapped my arms around it and began to rise up, struggling from the weight of the overgrown fruit.

Suddenly, the king swooped down and gathered the ginormous pumpkin into his arm before peering down at me with raw amusement on his face.

“And I think that’s everything that I will need!” I told him before tagging close to his heels as we walked off towards the checkout station.

“Sweetheart, why don’t you wander about some while I go and dump everything into the Doom Buggy?” he asked me in a deep rumble, smiling at me as he settled the basket of fruits and pumpkins onto the scale before taking out his wallet and handing the women his credit card.

“Okay,” I agreed with him. “I think I’ll go find the girls now. But do you need help getting everything to the car?”

“Nah, I got it all under control,” he soothed me as he accepted the receipt from the cashier.

We both went our own separate ways, the king heading off towards the parking lot and me wandering deeper into the bustling farmers market, where I quickly found the twins. Aria was happily deciding between white miniature pumpkins and orange miniature pumpkins and her twin across the way, looking at homespun and hand dyed fabrics.

“Hihi, mommy!” Aria chirped before choosing a dozen tiny orange miniature pumpkins. “Where’s daddy?”

“He’s taking some stuff that he bought back to the car,” I told her, not yet comfortable with saying we both bought stuff. “What do you have here?”

“A dozen baby pumpkins!” she told me excitedly as the stall owner packed the bright orange fruits into a padded box. “Thank you!”

She seized the box under an arm before dragging me over to the stall across the way, where Evie was holding a loving fold of deep navy blue fabric with sprinkles of gold stars stappled across the sky of the fabric.

Hey there Bumblebee, I signed to her after patting her shoulder and having her turn back to me. What are you looking at?

Aria and I want you to make us our Halloween costumes again this year, she signed back to me. Can you? Please?

“Tell me what you want to be for Halloween,” I said, using both my hands and voice to convey my thoughts.

“Can I be Captain Brooklyn please mommy?” Aria begged me, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. I smiled at the mention of my daughter’s favorite superhero.

“And Evie? What about you?” I asked her as Aria began to puruse the fabric selection, looking for the perfect shade of blue.

A butterfly, she told me, her fingers fluttering delicately as she hooked her thumbs around each other and flapped her fingers accordingly. Daddy likes butterflies.

“So he does,” I hummed, fishing into the front of my shirt and pulling out the chain that had both my fiancé’s family ring on it and my engagement ring. A simple rose gold band with flowers, vines and butterflies encircling the otherwise plain band. When the king had offered to purchase a fancy wedding band, I had kindly turned him down, saying that I did not really like the idea of carrying around something so fancy and valuable on my hand. “Okay, so we have Captain Brooklyn and a butterfly- tell me what color schemes you want to follow.”

Aria wanted the traditional royal blue, cherry red and pale white and Evie wanted pastel colors of pinks and yellows and greens and blues and purples. With a more detailed picture in mind, I guided the girls into choosing fabrics that would work well for them, my mind quickly calculating how much fabric they would need to buy.

Finally, the girls were handed bags with their purchased fabrics and a business card that had the stall owner’s website, email address, where to find them on social media and a coupon code for twenty percent off an entire order to be redeemed on their website. I led the two away from the booths and over towards the food trucks, suddenly feeling a sharp hunger pain.

“Look at who I see!” I laughed, pointing off over towards where King Peter was sitting with a table full of food. He caught my eye and beamed happily, raising his hand to wave to us.

“DADDY!” screeched Aria, my two daughters racing over to hug their soon to be legal father.

“Hello there now, girls!” the king was chuckling as the two settled themselves onto either sides of him, beaming up at him before bathing their hands in sand sanitizer that I offered out to them. “I got you three ladies each a plain grilled cheese sandwiches and fries. I know what my best girls like.”

“Yummy yum yum!” giggled Aria as she began to inhale her food.

The corners of Peter’s eyes crinkled up before he began to devour his- honest to god feast.

I took a bite if my food and moaned erotically as a sudden explosion of flavor exploded in my mouth.

“This is delicious,” I hummed as I popped a seasoned French fry into my mouth. “Yum yum yum.”

“Daddy?” Aria meeped, having finished half of her grilled cheese sandwich. “Are you and mommy going to have babies?”

“We will eventually, though not right now,” he answered honestly, already halfway done with his enormous meal. “I’m looking into getting the three of you into therapy. Baby steps, Aria. Baby steps.”

I cooed silently at this strong, handsome, mighty, proud, sweet, loving manly man who I was blessed to call my own personal king.

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[steele-soulmate]

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

Chapter 26

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: 1168

“You ready now, sweetheart of mine?” Peter asked me as he offered me his arm.

“I am, my love.” The term of endearment slipped out entirely by accident, and I ducked my face down in embarrassment.

“Hey, hey, hey there now,” he clucked, tipping my head up by a finger underneath my chin. “This is just a rehearsal, it’s not the real thing- what’s got you feeling like this? Do you want to talk about it?”

“Maybe afterwards,” I muttered, pressing a kiss to the inside of his wrist. “But we’ve got a party to crash right about now.”

He smiled at me before leading me out the door and into the garden, where Father Oliver was standing at the altar, dressed in a simple robe, once black but now a faded gray from repeated wearing. The girls were situated on either sides of him, both wearing painfully large smiles across their wildly befreckled faces.

“Hello Peter, hello Molly Anne,” Father Oliver greeted us with affection. “Now, for the ceremony, I was wondering if I could perhaps employ someone who I know that comes from a multi-generational deaf family. She’s fluent in BSL and I know that she would be honored to interpret for young Evie here.”

“Oh!” I felt immediately guilty at not thinking of my deaf daughter and her needs that would need to be fulfilled.

“Yes please,” the king answered for me at once, taking over my job of looking after the younger twin’s special needs with a swift grace. “I’ll happily pay whatever they’re asking.”

“Ah,” the priest smiled. “Alright then. Shall we?”

~xoXox~

“Alright then, that should do it for now,” Father Oliver announced at last, shutting his bible and then folding it to his chest. “Shall we return to my office to finish discussing the finer details?”

“I do think that we shall,” the king confirmed, retucking my hand back into the crook of his elbow and lifting Evie to his hip. Aria came around and took ahold of my hand and the five of us- Father Oliver, the king, my daughters and I went off inside the church to discuss the smaller details of our upcoming nuptials.

I shivered at the sudden cold as we stepped into the chilly church, and the king and priest noticed at once.

“Sorry, the heat is currently out of commission at the moment,” Father Oliver apologized as Peter set Evie down to remove his jacket and drape it over my shoulders.

“Do you want me to take a look at it?” Peter asked at once as he rolled up the sleeves of his bottle green dress shirt, only showing off how much of a man that the king was. “It can be the least that I can do for you, father.”

“I’ll show you the heating system after, okay?” he told him, opening the door to a cozy office. He walked over to the fireplace and quickly got a fire started before returning to sit behind his desk, holding his fingers together and settling them onto papers that were scattered about the top.

“Now, should the girls play a key part in our union ceremony?” Peter asked as he took a seat in a chair, welcoming the girls into his lap. “I would like them to carry the rings in or something else inclusive- after all, I’m not just marrying their mommy, but I’m also becoming their daddy, a loyal, protective title, and I will love and care for them, for now and until my last dying breath.”

Tears began to bubble in the corners of my eye at his declaration, and I snagged at a tissue from the desk and promptly blotted at my eyes.

“Yes, I would like them to carry our rings and possibly accept their mother’s flower bouquet when we exchange our vows,” Peter was explaining before checking in with me. “Would that be alright with you, my sweetheart?”

“Yes my love,” I answered him after swiftly composing myself. “That sounds perfect to me… but you are asking the wrong people.”

“Me and Evie would like to play a part in your wedding!” Aria cheered, having been translating the words of the adults to her deaf sister. “I can carry the rings and Evie can hold mommy’s bouquet!”

“It’s only for the best- Evie is extremely clumsy,” I clucked. “Aria, we should get you a little bag or something to carry the rings in.”

“Can I have a pocket sewn into my jacket to carry your rings in?” she begged. “You know that I don’t like carrying little bags with me. Never have, never will.”

“I don’t see why not,” I told her with a little hum. “Tell you what- when we get home, we can hash out a plan for putting a pocket into your jacket, okay?”

“Okay mommy!” Aria looked thrilled as she cuddled herself into her father’s chest with a happy smile on her face.

“Now, the King’s Guardsmen will be attending the wedding as well, am I correct?” Father Oliver asked in a jovial tone of voice. “If possible, I will need their names. For security reasons, I mean.”

“Of course, of course,” the king agreed at once, looking like he was blissfully in heaven with our twin daughters in his arms. “I shall get in touch with the head of the King’s Guardsmen and get the names of those who will be tending to my family’s protection.”

“Ah, perfect, perfect,” he smiled before turning to scribble something down onto a pad of paper. “Now, what about…”

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

Chapter 25

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: 1414

I sucked in a deep breath of air as I stepped into the bookstore. Immediately to my right was a duo of a man and a woman in shop aprons, the man handing books to the woman as she stood up on a ladder setting the reading materials that were handed to her up onto shelves. A few rows down, a young man was pursuing the fine selection of sci-fy horror novels, a deep crease in his eyebrows as he hunted for something. Sitting at a table over in the coffeehouse area were two woman, apparently having a study date as the poured over a couple of textbooks while the man in a yellow and brown uniform t-shirt wiped down the counter behind the cash registers.

I smiled, admiring the King’s Guardsmen’s skills in blending into their surroundings much like a chameleon in greenery.

I headed off towards the back of the bookstore, feeling safe and protected, despite not knowing who were members of the King’s Guardsmen and who were just ordinary citizens of Brooklyn. I trusted the king when he told me that the Red Mouse’s Nest Book Shoppe would be the safest place in the world for a few short hours

I went to the back of the shop, where I found a pleasant reading area with soft, comfy in appearance chairs and carts of books that were waiting to be but back onto their respective shelves.

My eyes went to an older woman curled up in one of the chairs, reading glasses teetering on the edge of her nose as she poured through a thick history book on the medieval period in Europe. She was so engrossed in her reading that she jumped when I spoke.

“Queen Annette?” I winced as her yelp of surprise. “I’m so sorry, your majesty.”

“Oh no, don’t be!” she laughed as she set the book aside before standing up, taking a cane that was off to the side into her hand and hobbling up to me. “So, you’re my Peter’s soulmate?”

I didn’t have any time to answer her as how she wrapped her arm around me for a tight embrace.

“It’s so lovely to meet you at long last, my dear,” she hummed before taking me by the hand and directing me into the chair next to her. “Now, do tell me all about you.”

“Well, what do you want to know- what’s my favorite color or what’s my body count?” I couldn’t help but be snarky with her. “You’re going to need to be a bit more specific.”

She tossed her head backwards and roared with mirth, leaving me sitting there, wondering if my quip was funny to my soulmate’s mother.

“Oh, I do like you, my dear!” she gasped with glee. “My son mentioned that you went to Brooklyn University- which program did you attend?”

“I got in on an all-expense paid scholarship to pursue engineering,” I revealed with a sigh. “I wanted to build animatronics for walkthrough haunts and other such settings. I was an entire semester away from graduating when-”

When I had met Henry while shopping for my weekly groceries. I had been living in student dormitory accommodations for the past three and a half years, my roommate a sweet, yet shy girl named Candy Ying.

The queen understood at once that she had trodden on a sensitive subject and diplomatically directed attention elsewhere.

“Tell me about the wedding,” she said to me, not quite an order, but close enough, and I felt as though I had to obey.

“Peter and I will be saying our I do’s at the Saint Joseph Cathedral just off from downtown,” I began, my face developing a goofy smile. “The ceremony will be conducted out in the gardens, and Peter will walk me up to the alter. My daughters will be on our sides- Evie with Peter and Aria with me. Father Oliver will officiate the ceremony and about ten people are invited- Peter’s five older sisters, you and my parents.”

“How do your daughters feel about my son?” she asked me, her eyes softening as I handed her a printed out picture of the twins, both girls cooking dinner in the kitchen- meatball subs, seasoned French fries and sliced fruit. The king had told me that he enjoyed photography and that he had taken all the photographs that were framed and hanging in Green Leaf Hall, and he enjoyed snapping random photos of the family doing mundane tasks to add to his collection.

“They love him,” I revealed. “Pretty much from day one, Aria had been calling him daddy and Evie have given him an affectionate name sign- making a P with her right hand and tapping the side of her forehead twice.”

“That does not surprise me,” the queen chortled. “Peter has always had a fatherly like aura to him- I can still remember him finding four little kittens and their dead mother. He raised those kittens, waking every two to four hours to bottle feed them before gifting them to his sisters when they were old enough. In fact, Coco- one of his cats- is sired by one of those cats.”

“Meow?” I meeped playfully, getting a laugh out from the sweet tempered queen.

“Now, what will you wear as far as jewelry goes?” she asked me as she reached out to pat my knee.

“I have my eye on those tiny sapphire studs that Queen Josephine III wore at her son’s fourth birthday,” I confessed in a sheepish tone of voice. “Annette the younger is going to secure them for me to try on as a test fitting. I already have my dress- it just need to be picked up, and then it’ll be going into the back of the closet for now. I’ll wear a flower crown- it just doesn’t feel right for me to wear a crown or whatever, as how I’m not of noble blood, I’m just a commoner marrying into the royal family.”

“I see.” She squinted her eyes at me as she scrutinized me, making me feel like a mouse in a glass cage with a cat staring at it. There was a sense of safety, but yet, always the fear.

“Well, how about a compromise, in that case?” she asked me. “As per Ratajczyk family tradition, I would like to commission a headpiece for your union into the family.”

I knew of the tradition- for the past four hundred years, the royal mother- or in some cases, royal sister, aunt or grandmother- had commissioned an elaborated headpiece from the Sloan Shark family, well renowned for their work with precious metals and heirloom jewels.

“On one condition.” I held her eyes. “Nothing too fancy and elaborate, please. I’d like to be able to wear it again, to a simple birthday party, a date night out to the movies and a picnic, a gala fundraiser…”

“Done,” agreed the queen almost at once more enveloping me in a warm hug. “Welcome to the family, my dear.”

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

Chapter 24

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: 1214

I was humming softly as I scrolled through Pinterest, looking at all the random pins that were popping up into my feed as I waited for the king to come back inside from helping the girls decide where they wanted their little playhouse in the backyard to be built by him next spring.

I paused as a pin for a nursery popped up, and I tapped on it, blowing the picture up. It was a vintage Winnie the Pooh themed nursery, with a whitewashed crib dressed in cream bedsheets lining the plush mattress, yellow honeycomb shaped shelves decorating the walls and a hand painted map of the Hundred Acre Woods stenciled onto the wall.

I sighed as my mind wandered- yet again- to the thought of my now empty womb, soon to become plump with a royal Ratajczyk son. Although I knew that the king had rewritten the law from saying that the first born son will inherit the throne to the firstborn child will inherit the throne, I still saw myself carrying a son first for the ruler of Brooklyn. I knew that he wanted to wait until we were man and wife and I had been in therapy for some time before we would engage in marital coitus, and I only loved him all the more for his dedicated celibacy.

We did share the same bed and enjoyed cuddling and kissing from bedtime until early morning, when twin bedbugs would invade the covers. The king enjoyed having the twins coming in for some early morning snuggles, and in return, they loved being used as weights in his early morning workouts,

I loved how much King Peter loved my daughters, and how much the twins loved the king in return, and I knew that our little family had begun to ferment, having already gripped roots into the foundation.

“Alright now girls, you know your homework,” I heard Peter saying to the girls as they all came back inside. “Have fun drawing what you want your house to look like!”

“Mommy’s in the TV den in the back of the house,” Aria tattled on me, her little hand reaching out for my mommy soul.

“Oh?” I felt him tugging on the string that tied our two hearts close together, me sending in a soft yank in response. “Well then, please do excuse me girls- but I demand snuggles with my woman.”

I giggled as how dark and desperate he sounded before returning to my previous task of admiring the themed pin on my Pinterest home feed wall.

“Hey sweetheart? What are you looking at?” he asked me as he sat down next to me, automatically opening up his arm for me to snug myself into his side. I showed him the aesthetically pleasing pin, getting a soft hum of understanding from him. “Ah, I see.”

“Do you want Ratajczyk babies?” I asked softly, my mommy senses telling me that the girls had retreated to their bedrooms for the time being.

“Yes,” he answered simply, brushing my red curls from my neck and placing a benign kiss to my pulse point. “I would love to bless the twins with little brothers and sisters. Hell, I’ll give up my study next door to the master bedroom for a nursery when the time comes. But sweetheart, I won’t infect your womb with my seed until you’ve been in therapy for at least three to four months, okay? I’ve witnessed my sisters going through pregnancy, and I understand that it’s traumatic on the body and mind. I love you sweetheart, but I don’t think you’re ready for that amount of stress yet.”

I opened my mouth to weakly protest against his protective nature only to be interrupted by-

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“Incoming,” he chuckled. “Can we discuss it later when the girls are in bed?”

I didn’t have time to answer him as the girls came barreling around the corner and bounced on top of the king, giggling loudly as they affectionately sought out cuddles and love from the Ratajczyk royal patriarch.

“Hihi daddy!” Aria chirped as she and Evie cuddled themselves underneath his other arm, completing the sweet picture of a loving family.

“Hihi Aria, hihi Evie,” he chuckled, having adopted the redhead’s favorite greeting. “Have to both agreed on a plan for your little house that I’ll build in the backyard? Remember- I’ll get started when springtime hits and the snow had melted.”

Evie pulled out a detailed rendering that she had dashed up. I peered over and saw an adorable cottage like house, with a little fenced in garden out front, cobblestone walls and stained glassed windows. I smiled wistfully at how innocent and whimsical the girls’ minds were, and knew that the king would do everything within his power to preserve their sense of childlike wonder.

“Oh wow! This is incredible!” he gasped before beginning to point to random things and ask them about the detailing. “Can you tell me about your garden? What will you grow there?”

Easy to grow plants, Evie explained with her hands. Lettuce, tomatoes, peas, cucumbers, potatoes, carrots, sunflowers, garlic, lavender and marigold. Nothing too fancy.

“Evie has a green thumb,” I informed the man, giggling as Aria grabbed my blankie and dragged it over her younger twin and herself. “She would oftentimes haunt the school garden at lunchtime, happily weeding the plant beds and checking up with everything growing.”

“Well then.” His mouth stretched out into a painfully happy grin. “I think Evie and Pamela would happy get along like two peas in a pod.”

MEOW yowled Coco, bounding out and attacking the king’s exposed toes with a certain glee that only a happy kitty could possibly have.

I could only smile as I settled in for a happy moment with my family- the king, his kitties and my daughters.

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

Chapter 22

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: stalking, 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: 1301

I swore softly as I opened the envelope, pulling out more pictures of the girls at the farmers market the day before. I held the photographs like they were a venomous snake as I laid them out onto the kitchen island, my entire body quaking violently as my eye scanned the invasive snapshots.

Evie giggling as she and a black nosed sheep rubbed their noses together.

Aria beaming as she handed over money for her miniature pumpkins.

The twins cackling with glee as they pressed themselves under their soon to be father’s arms before tucking into the meal spread out before them.

Aria and Evie feeding each other a French fry at the same time, their playful smiles infectious and happy to look at.

I didn’t look up as King Peter and the twins came up from the garage, where he had been showing the girls how to tinker around the Doom Buggy.

“Sweetheart?” I felt the king coming up behind me, and then I heard the short snort of air being forcefully pushed out his nostrils. “Girls, go up to your rooms.”

“Okay, daddy!” Aria meeped, the pitter patter of their footsteps disappearing up the stairs.

“Sweetheart, I had a small team of a dozen King’s Guardsmen in plainclothes haunt the famers market along with us, and they reported nothing suspicious,” he confessed in a soft rumble. “I’m sorry sweetheart- I should’ve said something beforehand, but I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Please you majesty, please,” I begged, turning and curling deep into his manly chest. “Please protect the girls from their father. What is he even doing out from behind bars? He should not be out, he should never be out ever again.”

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I’m aware that not being honest to you about the safety of the girls was an error on my part,” he told me, owning up to his mistake with the grace of love and noble blood. “How about this- I will personally introduce you to the members of the King’s Guardsmen on assignment when aclable, does that sound reasonable?”

“It does your majesty, yes.” Was I crying? I sniffled before pulling away to scrub at my face with the heel of my hand. When did I start crying?

“Come here now woman of mine-” The king lifted me up and settled me onto the kitchen island before crowding himself in between my knees. “What can I do to erase those tears from your beautiful blue eyes?”

Distract me.

“Okay,” he hummed, running his nose up my jawbone and then back down again. “Pamela majored in botany sciences in college and she has a friend of hers who owns a floral shop. She asked me to ask you if you wanted to carry a bouquet when we wed.”

“Yeah… okay… sure…” I tucked my face into the apex of his neck and shoulder, still blubbering uncontrollably in a whirlwind of negative emotions and pure, raw fear.

“Also, do you want me to wear a boutonniere?” he asked me. “Maybe something that corresponds with your bouquet maybe?”

“Only if you’re alright with it,” I told him with a watery smile. “I don’t want to wear the traditional crown from the royal treasury- I really want to wear a flower crown. I won’t be an official member of the royal family until I’ve born you a son to carry on the family name.”

“Sweetheart, I’m rewriting that law,” his nostrils flared out dangerously. “I’ll submit it to be passed on Monday, when I go to visit my mother.”

“Oh, she’s back?” I asked. Queen Annette the Elder had been in Paris when the King and I had met and wasn’t scheduled to return for another two weeks. “Will she be at our wedding?” I felt fear bubbling up in my stomach at the idea of meeting the refined, elegant woman.

“She came back two days ago,” he confessed. “She asked me to ask you when would be a good time to meet you and the girls.”

A different type of fear exploded deep into my stomach, and the king quickly backtracked.

“She wants to meet you at her favorite bookstore,” he told me. “No fuss, no pomp. Just a sweet little old lady who loves books and tea.”

I stilled look unsure as he began to gently trace the finer features of my face with his thumb. I realized with a start that he was waiting for my verdict.

“Does she want to meet the three of us at once?” I question him in a timid tensive tone of voice.

“If you would allow it,” he told me, sneaking a kiss to my temple. “I did tell her that if you didn’t want to meet her with the twins, then she needs to respect your boundary.” The king’s voice was worn out and I knew without a doubt that his mother was an emotional handful.

“She is your mother, the queen,” I reminded him in a shaking voice.

“But you are my soulmate, my fiancé, my woman!” he snarled, jerking his head backwards. “Forgive me for running items of importance by you first!”

“But the queen will respect any boundaries that I lay out,” I fretted as anxiety began to race through my veins. “Won’t she?”

“Oh she will,” he glowered, tucking my face into his muscular chest. “She may get excited and try to help, as she would do to most other people out there, but she only means well enough.”

“Oh,” I hummed, finding myself at ease in this gentle giant’s loving and protective arms. “Can my parents be at our wedding?”

“Sweetheart…?” The king began to rock back and forth with one hand on the back of my shoulder bone and one hand entangled in my mess of curls. “Would you want them there?”

“They cut me out of their lives when I dropped out of Brooklyn University to pursue Henry,” I confessed in a dark mutter. “The last thing that mom ever told me would be to tell me that I could only contact them under two circumstances- to say that I left Henry or that I was being returned to them in a box.”

“Sweetheart, is that a yes or a no?” he asked me in a gentle rumble.

I shut my eyes.

“It’s a yes.”

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