#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 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?”

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

Chapter 20

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: 1216

I smiled shakily as the king drove the girls and me to the neighborhood farmer’s market. The girls were in the backseat, strapped into their booster seats that one of the king’s older sisters had thoughtfully purchased for our usage. I returned my eyes to the road ahead of us, my hands were knitted together in pale green winter gloves as anxiety raced through my veins.

When I had woke up and wandered downstairs on the hunt for breakfast, I found the king gifting the girls with pretty butterfly necklaces.

“I only figured that since I got your mommy a pretty ring, that my two best girls should get something from their daddy as well,” he was telling them as he clasped the jewelry shut.

“Thanks, daddy!” Aria led the hug, embracing the man who would soon become her father.

The king’s face was happy and peaceful as he wrapped his arms snuggly around our girls.

“Hey sweetheart, do you want to go out to the famers market today?” he asked me upon realizing that I was standing in the doorway, unmoving from the twins’ affection towards him. “I usually get a few pumpkins and then carve them for Halloween.”

“Can we, mommy?” Aria asked me as the king translated his spoken words for Evie. “Please, please, please?”

“Well…” I nibbled at my lower lip as I poured a bowl of cereal for myself, grabbing a spoon out of the drawer and the milk out of the refrigerator. “You both must promise to stay close to you daddy and I, deal?”

“Deal!” Aria cheered, letting go of the king and coming up to me for a hug as I set the milk off to the side.

“When do you want to leave, your majesty?” I asked him after chewing and swallowing my second mouthful.

“How does an hour sound?” I didn’t need to look at him to see the gleeful smile on his face. “That will give you enough time to take a shower and get dressed, or do you need more time?”

Fast forward about an hour later and we were packed inside the king’s personal muscle car as he drove towards the countryside of Brooklyn. The king maneuvered the care with care and love as he braked easily and took off smoothly, amazing me once more with his love for his girls and I.

“Sweetheart, the girls’ necklaces have trackers in them,” the king’s voice drew me out from my anxious thoughts by taking ahold of my hand and drawing it up to his mouth for a kiss. “They’re synced up to my phone via an app. You can download it also and I can program the girls’ devices into your phone, if you want.”

“Yes please, your majesty,” I murmured, my heart swelling with love as he pulled into a parking lot.

“Sweetheart, can you call me by my given name?” he begged me as he parked the car and reached over to fondle at my cheek. “Can you call me Peter?”

“Peter,” I breathed out his name, smiling at him as he bent forward and pressed a tender kiss to my temple. “Peter, my king, my Peter, my love.”

“Good girl,” he praised me before getting out of the driver’s seat and helping the girls out. I looped around and met Peter, who had Evie in his arms and Aria was clinging tightly to his hand. I came up on his other side and snaked an arm around his middle as the group of us headed off towards the famers market.

“Where do you want to go first?” I asked the king- Peter- smiling as he bumped my shoulder with his hip.

“I was thinking that we could take the girls to the petting zoo, then we could go explore the market before grabbing an early lunch at the food trucks,” he told me with a chuckle.

“There’s a zoo here?” Aria asked excitedly, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “Do they have horses?”

“Horses, cows, pigs, sheep, dogs and chickens!” he chuckled, signing with the one hand for Evie, and getting a happy squeal of from the deaf little girl.

The king led the way through the thick throng of people, easily making people part with his massive height, pausing in front of a fence with corrals of animals and a gaggle of kids. He let Evie down and sent them off, coming up behind me as I got up onto a fence to sit upon, wrapping his arms lovingly across my chest.

King Peter doted on me in between chatting with his subjects who would come up to speak to him. I preened under his clear devotion to me as I watched the girls having fun with the farm animals provided for the kids’ amusement.

Aria was the most adventurous sister, skipping with the goats and attempting to out oink the pigs. Evie, on the other hand, was a gentle soul who seemed to be in love with the white wooled black nosed sheep, giggling as they rubbed noses with each other.

All the other kids seemed to worship the twins, at one point, a little boy bringing them buckets of food to feed the animals and a girl braiding flowers into their loose curls.

“Alright now Aria, Evie, you about done?” I called out about an hour later. “There’s still much more to see! Do come along now!”

The girls quickly returned their empty feed buckets before running back over to King Peter and I, Aria scrambling over the fence to stand next to me while Evie held up her arms in a silent order to be picked up and carried. The king smiled down at her before scooping the blonde into his arms and leading the journey deep into the heart of the famers market.

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

Chapter 19

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 postpartum depression, mentions of abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of suicidal ideation

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

WORD COUNT: 1338

DING DONG

DING DONG

DING DONG

I tossed the rag that I was using to clean off the counter into the sink before I went off to the front door. I opened it and smiled at a postman, who stood there with a thick paper envelope and a clipboard

“Molly Anne Harper? Can you please sign here and here…”

I scrawled my name onto the clipboard and was handed the envelope, which I tore open and took out a series of photographs.

The backs of Aria and Evie as they showed me their wedding outfits

The twins grinning at each other as they waited for me to come out from the dressing room and show them my wedding dress

Evie giggling as Aria translated her order to the sweet bakery owner

“Sweetheart?”

I looked up and saw the king, standing in the doorway with an easy smile on his face, which slipped away at the horrified fear in my eyes. “Girls, go on up to your bedrooms now.” In two steps, he was at my side, where he snagged the pictures from my trembling hands.

I was hyperventilating, my breathing coming in rapid and shallow, and my lungs felt like they weren’t getting enough air. I settled down almost at once when the king wrapped his arms snuggly around myself before tugging me into his muscular chest.

“Breathe sweetheart,” he rumbled gently as he entangled his fingers into my messy curls before pressing the side of my face into his green sweater.

In, two, three, four…

Hold, two, three, four…

Out, two, three, four…

“There we are now sweetheart,” he hummed as he led me over to the couch in the front room. “Do you want to talk about what your feeling?”

“It’s Henry,” I mumbled watery. Since when have I started crying? “Henry took these pictures. He knows that I have his daughters.”

“You can’t truly think that now sweetheart,” he started to tell me, silencing at my distressed whine.

“Henry went to school for photography,” I whimpered as I blindly reached out and grasped at the back of his sweater. “Trust me, your majesty- I’d recognize his work even if I was blindfolded.”

The king let out a soft line of savage curses, as he just stood there with me clinging tightly to his manly body, fear racing through my veins as I just sobbed uncontrollably. He sat down onto the couch first before sitting back and letting me scramble up onto his lap, placing my knees on either sides of his kingly hips before slumping down onto him as I shuddered and gasped.

“There, there, there now my woman,” he murmured, looking up and pressing a loving kiss to my temple. “Can you please go grab a water bottle for your mommy?”

Little feet pattered off into the kitchen as I struggled to regain control of myself once more.

“Are you alright, mommy?” Aria asked me with concern written clear as day on her face.

“She is currently having a serious case of the sads,” the king half lied from between his teeth. A case of the sads was what the twins and I would call depression, and I filled in the ruler of Brooklyn the kids friendly terms for mental health that the three of us used. “She just needs a good, long cry.”

“Oh okay,” she said, clearly buying his lie. “Me and Evie want to make Italian sausages, pasta and garlic bread for dinner tonight.”

“Yum,” he moaned softly. “Well, I can’t wait to taste it. I bet dinner tonight will be delicious. Do you need any help?”

“Not until I need to handle the oven and the stove,” she answered as she bounced from the hells of her feet to the balls of her feet and then back again. “But not yet- me and Evie will prep everything first, yeah?”

The king smiled at Aria as she and her younger twin scampered off into the kitchen to prep dinner before he redirected his attention back onto me. He made shushing noises as he ran his hand up and down my painfully tight back, murmuring soft promises of safety and love to me as I messily fell apart.

“Sweetheart, oh my sweetheart, what can I do to erase those tears from your face?” he asked me when I started to calm down some. “Would it make you feel better if I got the twins jewelry that tracks their whereabouts?”

I pulled away, nodding as a violent hiccup exploded out past my chapped lips.

“Yeah?” he asked me, running his nose up and down my jawbone. “I’m also going to look into getting you and the twins into therapy right now. I can pay out of pocket if need be. Please sweetheart- let me take care of my best girls.”

My best girls.

I let out a needy whine as embarrassing hiccups jumped out of me, making me comically jump in his lap. A rumbling laugh sounded from above me as I pressed myself in further to his burly chest, suddenly feeling a rush of affection and love for this brutish in appearance king, who has shown absolutely nothing but respect and caring for myself and my daughters and I knew without a doubt, that King Peter Thomas of Ratajczyk of Brooklyn would make a wonderful father to all the royal babies that I would bless him with.

My mind wondered to our future as I pictured it. I knew from past interviews that the king saw himself more as a father to daughters than sons, but in order for the royal Ratajczyk linage to continue ruling Brooklyn, I would need to give him a male heir. In his parents’ case, the late King Peter Senior had sex with his wife often, ending with five older daughters and finally a son at the age of forty nine and Queen Annette the elder was thirty three years old.

But all in all I was quite simply scared of becoming pregnant again.

My pregnancy with the twins had been emotional and difficult, ending with me delivering the two at thirty three and a half weeks on January 4th. I had suffered with crippling postpartum depression following my vaginal birth, where I honestly didn’t want to live for whatever reason.

But as I came back to earth again in my soulmate’s arms, I found myself thinking that maybe a pregnancy with the king by my side wouldn’t be such a horrible thing after all.

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

Chapter 18

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: 1195

I giggled as Aria and Evie skipped over to me hand in hand, having successfully picked out what they would wear to the king’s nuptials ceremony to me. Aria had asked to not wear a dress and had fallen heads over heels in love with a simple pantsuit that she had paired with a pale green jacket. Evie was wearing a scaled down version of my embroidered wedding dress, strongly matched with a jacket that had draping sleeves to cover her arms, which were her least favorite part of her body.

Princess Annette had told me not to worry about the price for the girls’ outfits and that she would happily cover the cost when she and the other the princesses took my daughters and I back to the bridal shop to search for little outfits for them.

“Can we see your dress mommy?” Aria asked me as her sister chewed on the end of one of her curly blonde pigtails. “Please?”

“The seamstress is just about finished with the alterations for your wedding dress,” Brittney informed me with a sweet smile. “I’m sure she wouldn’t mind you putting in on for a short while to show your girls.”

“Are you certain?” I fretted as the girls were ushered off to undress and have their wedding outfits neatly folded and packed. While the eldest princess went off to pay for the girls, I took the girls into the back area, where the fitting rooms were situated and I left them in the care of Princess Pamela and Princess Cathy while the seamstress, a sweet older Russian woman dressed me in my wedding dress.

“You ready?” she asked me in a thick accent and I stepped out. Seeing the identical looks of awe and love on my daughters’ faces made everything well worth it.

“Wowie mommy…” Aria said with a beaming smile on her face. “You look just like a princess!”

I blushed at her remark. The king had told me that because I wasn’t of noble blood, I wouldn’t become a princess by marrying him, nor would I become the queen of Brooklyn following the death of his mother. That didn’t bother me in the slightest- I did not want any more responsibility other than what I already had.

“Will you wear a crown, mommy?” Aria asked me right before I went and had my dress removed.

“I don’t think so, Bluebells,” I answered. “Only kings and queens wear crowns.”

“But when you marry daddy, won’t you be a queen?” her little voice asked me from behind the closed curtain.

“You have adorable children,” the seamstress told me in broken English. “King Peter is a lucky man.”

I smiled as I tugged my t-shirt over my torso, thanking her as I stepped back out once more. I found Princess Pamela explaining to my twins why I wouldn’t become queen, her fingers clumsy as she signed to my deaf daughter.

“Hey now,” I greeted everyone with a hum as the girls koalaed themselves to my hands. “Now where to?”

“I saw this candy store when we were coming up,” Aria chimed. “Can we please go and look around?”

“Let me text daddy really quick and ask him if he needs us home right now,” I told them, getting overexuberant “YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…”s out from them both.

Hey the girls want to pop by this candy shop nearby the bridal salon

My phone let out a cheery PING a few seconds after I had sent the text.

Can you bring me back a chocolate peanut butter brownie?

I could only chortle in amusement as Princess Annette herded the other princesses and my daughters out of the bridal salon, the lot of us deciding to stroll through the crisp autumn cityscape.

I giggled as the twins eagerly tugged me over to the candy store, a cloud of sweet smelling chocolate welcoming me as we all stepped inside.

“Now, may I have your attention please girls?” I asked them using both my hands and my voice. “You each may choose two things today- candy, brownies or cookies. No exceptions.”

“Does that also apply to free samples?” Aria asked me as she eyeballed the sign, proclaiming as many free samples as one would like.

“Change in plans,” I grumbled. “You two can get two free samples and two pieces of candy, brownies or cookies. Does that suffice better now?”

“You are such a good mother,” Cathy complimented me as I was looking at the brownie selection.

“I can only try,” I shrugged, bursting out into amused giggles at the twins splitting a sample sized dark chocolate brownie.

Everyone very quickly placed their orders and paid- the princesses getting a mixed assortment of sweets and the three of us getting six pieces of brownies. I also got the king’s requested chocolate peanut butter brownie, which was added into my baggie with two of chocolate brownies with a cookies and cream toppings and a couple of free samples.

“What do you say now, girls?” I asked them, smiling as they thanked the woman working the counter and the cash register.

“Come back again!” she called as we left the store, the girls each grasping at a little treat bag containing their sweets.

“Oh, we will!” Aria promised with a cheerful wave before turning back to me. “Where are we going next?”

“Well, I am really tired, and could do with a lay down!” I announced as the princess’ chauffeur pulled up smoothly next to us.

“Okay then, I’ll ask Allan to drop you three off at home then,” Annette told us with a smile as we all clambered in. literally the last thing I recalled before conking out was clicking my seat belt on.

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

Chapter 17

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: 1251

“Oh wow, look at this dress, Molly Anne!” Princess Annette said as she pulled a dress off from the dress rack and held it up. “Isn’t it pretty?”

“Uh…” I eyeballed the giant, poofy dress which honestly reminded me more of a heavily frosted cupcake. “It’s a bit too much for my taste, for certain.”

It was the next day, and the five Ratajczyk princesses- Annette, Pamela, Barabra, Patricia and Cathy, had treated me to a day at Brooklyn’s top bridal salon. The eldest sister had told me that as a wedding gift, they were contributing two hundred dollars each for my dress.

I was staring blankly at a random dress when a bridal consultant came up to is. Dressed in a smart black skirt and a sweet smile, she automatically made me feel beautiful.

“Hello, your highnesses!” she greeted us in a cheerful tone of voice. “Who’s my bride?”

I raised my hand timidly, Annette gently pushing me forward.

“I’m Molly Anne,” I meeped, shaking her hand.

“Hello Molly Anne, I’m Britney,” she introduced herself. “Tell me about what your dream dress looks like.”

“I just want to feel pretty,” I explained. “I don’t want a white dress if you can help it, though. Something I can wear again, most definitely! My budget is a strict thousand dollars- I cannot afford to go over not want to go over even by a penny.”

“Where will you say your vows?” was Brittney’s next question.

“The king and I will be saying our I do’s in a garden,” I answered vaguely- the king had told me to be secretive about where we would be getting married as to keep myself and the twins safe.

“Okay, I think I have an idea of what you’ll want to try on!” Brittney took me off into a room to wait while she went and pulled some dresses for me to try on.

When she came back ten minutes later, she was hauling five or six different dresses over her shoulder, which she hung up before asking me which one I wanted to try on.

“Surprise me,” I told her, smiling when she pulled out a soft bubblegum pink tea length dress with a tulle skirt and fitted bodice.

“Do you have shoes picked out?” Brittney asked me as she laced me into the corset styled back.

“I’m possibly going to do embroidered flats, like maybe Converses,” I told her, blanching at the sight of me in the mirror. “Uh, no. this dress clashes horribly with my hair.”

Brittney just laughed as she helped me out of the dress and into a second, this one being a soft baby blue with glittery tinsel.

“This one is pretty, but…” I trailed off, unable to put my finger onto why I didn’t care for this bridal dress.

“It doesn’t match your wedding aesthetic?” she finished for me as she helped me into dress number three.

Dress number three was a pale green mermaid with white lacey sleeves. I told her that I liked the color, but not the fit. Finally, it came down to the final two dresses.

One was very clearly a wedding dress, a soft white color with colorful embroidery scattered across the full trumpet shaped skirt, the fitted bodice and the slightly poofy sleeves. The second dress was simpler, also a soft white in color, the skirt coming to my knees with elbow length sleeves and bright colorful flower embroidery on the skirt and bodice.

“The second one,” I told her with an excited squeak, stepping into the dress and then promptly bursting into tears of joy when she zipped it up. “It’s perfect!”

Brittney just beamed at me as she handed me a tissue to dry my eyes with before opening the door and letting me sweep out into the area that the five princesses occupied.

“Oh, you look so gorgeous, Molly Anne!” gasped Barbara, wiping at watering eyes.

“I do think that this is your dress!” smiled Cathy as she clapped her hands together.

“I thought you would pick something a bit more,” Pamela said before letting out a shrug. “But this is a good surprise!”

“I love this dress,” I sniffled happily, giving the princesses a twirl. “I think this is my dress- what says you royals?”

I was met with a chorus of agreements and I smiled as the sight of me in the mirror. I ran my hands down the sides and froze.

“And I found the best part about this dress!” I announced with a giggle before showing them my finding. “Pockets!”

Everyone laughed at my childish discovery, Brittney glancing at the price tag.

“This dress is seven hundred and seventy nine dollars,” she announced. “So that will leave you with two hundred twenty one dollars to spend!”

“Do you want to get anything else?” Cathy asked me in a kind voice.

“No, I don’t think so,” I was unable to wipe the please smile from my face. “I think the dress is honestly enough as is.”

“Are you sure? I can get the veil that has been used for the past nine generations, if you would like,” Princess Patricia offered me.

“You mean the lace cathedral veil that’s on display at the Brooklyn historical museum?” I asked, automatically blanching. The legendary Ratajczyk royal family cathedral veil was a beautiful thing of history, a delicate thing that I knew would cause ever more anxiety over me making sure it wouldn’t become dirty or torn. “Honestly, I’d rather not. The king and I are to be wed outside after all.”

“Ah, good point,” she smiled. “But do you at least want to wear any of the displayed family jewels as your something old?”

“I’ve always liked those simple blue sapphire ear studs,” I confessed.

“Yes, with that jeweled flower pendant?” she grinned. “Perfect! I’ll bring them with me when I meet you and Peter and the girls beforehand, alright?”

I smiled before turning and returning back into my assigned dressing room to change back into my jeans and turtleneck sweater.

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

Chapter 16

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: 1330

“Hey sweetheart?”

I looked up from the king’s computer, where I was doing extensive research into the different school districts in the area. I had a full, comprehensive list of details that I wanted for the girls and I was bookmarking promising places of learning. I saw the king, holding out a necklace to me, clearly waiting until I was ready for him.

I lifted my wild red curls off from my neck and stood so that he could fashion the simple chain around my neck. My hand went to the pretty ring, and I recognized it as being an old family heirloom, having been gifted from king to queen when he proposed marriage to her and then being passed onto the firstborn son for a repeated cycle.

A STRONG FAMILY, A STRONG FOUNDATION

“Thank you, your majesty,” I thanked him politely, turning around to log out from my portal and power down our shared computer.

“Sweetheart, my sisters have been buzzing about over the promise of a wedding,” he explained to me in a gentle rumble as he led me into the kitchen, where the girls were making spaghetti with meatballs for dinner. “Cathy asked me to ask you if you’re going to shop for a wedding dress.”

“Why?” I asked him, wrinkling my nose. “I thought that we would have a simple chapel wedding with no pomp and fuss. What changed?”

“Annette wants to commission a painting of us in our wedding suits for the portrait hall,” he told me with a grumble. “She literally just texted me about it, and she and the rest of my sisters want to take you out dress shopping.”

“I don’t want to wear a white dress,” I told him in a firm voice as I checked in with the twins using my mommy senses. “Can I not wear a white dress?”

“Sweetheart, you can wear a potato sack and you’ll still be the most beautiful thing that I had ever laid my eyes on,” he told me as he got down plates and bowls from the cupboard.

A faint blush overtook my face at his soft words, and I once more couldn’t help but picture him with a gaggle of royal babies running around him, giggling with glee as they engaged in babying things.

“As soon as we’re married, I can adopt the twins and put them onto my medical plan,” he continued speaking, drawing me away from the dark wormhole of my mind that was one Henry Bardott.

Earlier, when the I heard that the girls’ father would appeal for an earlier parole release date in a few days, a fearful feral look overtook my soulmate’s handsome face.

“Jesus fuck sweetheart,” he swore as I stepped up the staircase that led up into the house, turning me that that I was eye to eye with him. “I can have some of the King’s Guardsmen keep an eye on the girls for when they’re out of the house or are at home all alone. I will not allow for any harm to befall them, now or ever.”

The King’s Guardsmen were an elite class of bodyguards who sole job it was to protect the royal family. Stories of their heroics have scattered through the kingdom of Brooklyn, covering everything from assassination attempts to would be kidnappings to poorly carried out muggings.

“Yeah, okay,” I muttered as my anxiety only skyrocketed.

“Yes?” he hummed with a smile. “So do you want to go out with my sisters and do some dress shopping? Tomorrow or the day after?”

“Whenever works best,” I shrugged, appreciating his attempts at distracting me. “But I can only afford to look, I don’t have much money to buy anything nice.”

“I think my sisters are going to pitch in and buy something for you, as your something new,” he shrugged nonchalantly. “Do you have anything in mind? Other than a nonwhite dress, I mean.”

“Something that I can wear again,” I answered automatically. “I never really saw the point in wearing something only once.”

“Ah okay, I understand,” he told me, turning around when Aria called out for some assistance in draining the noodles into the pasta strainer. “This looks delicious girls!”

“I should hope that it’s delicious, I would hate to be disgraced and banned from the kitchen,” Aria deadpanned, getting an amused snort from out of me. Since moving in to the king’s estate, the girls had blossomed and bloomed out from their timid, pale colored shells and into more outgoing, adventurous souls who enjoyed cooking in the kitchen and curling up on their father’s lap as he read to them dark stories from the north.

When I was invited into the girls’ bedrooms for the first time, I couldn’t help but smile at the clear design choices that reminded me of them. Aria’s bedroom was modern and trendy, with a wall that was covered with a bookshelf which surrounded the small fireplace, a four poster bed with a navy blue comforter and boldly colored pillows and a dark chocolate brown rug. Evie’s bedroom on the other hand was very feminine and whimsical, with a bed that was set into the window with bookshelves up the headboard and footboard and a curtain that drew shut, twinkling fairy lights and a pale pink shag rug.

I loved my daughters, as did the king. I had caught Aria counting down the days until the king would officially be her and her little sister’s daddy by having a countdown on the Jack and Jill bathroom mirror that she and her sister shared, using a bright red whiteboard marker to keep track.

The king and I had both agreed that we would say our “I do’s” three weeks from when we met, him securing the gardened courtyard of a small chapel and asking his friend, Father Oliver, to officiate the ceremony. When the four of us had paid the chapel a visit, I automatically fallen deeply in love with the tall ceiling, the stained glass windows and gorgeously colorful flower garden.

Father Oliver was a sweet man with a round belly and an impressive bush of white hair. Aria and Evie had immediately dubbed him as ‘Father Santa’ much to the congregation’s mirth. He had walked around the church, chatting to the king and I with the girls gleefully holding onto his hands.

All in all, our wedding plans were going about smoothly, and I could only hope (and pray) that things would go swimmingly and without any hitches whatsoever.

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

Chapter 15

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 manslaughter (nothing graphic)

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

WORD COUNT: 1454

I huffed out a sigh as I stepped into the apartment that I had lived in for the past eight and a half years. The king was taping the boxes together, trying to keep the ugly look from clouding his face.

I knew that he greatly disapproved of our old living accommodations- the walls were peeling paint, the floorboards were creaky, the door into the bedroom that we all had shared had become warped from water and now wouldn’t close all the way. All in all, the apartment seemed ripe for a break-in, and I could tell that scared the usually gentle tempered king.

“Where do you want me, sweetheart?” he rumbled, following me obediently into the bedroom, where he helped me by holding a box open as I dumped everything that was in the closet into it. “You’re not going to fold?”

“I’m just going to wash everything when I get back to the house, anyway,” I muttered, stepped away as he swiftly taped up the box and got another one ready as I stripped the mattress and dumped everything into the box. “All of the furniture belongs to the landlord, by the way.”

The king didn’t need to say anything as I scoured the room, tossing whatever we owned into the box. He only moved forward when I closed up the box, signaling to him that he could close it with tape. I then got onto my hands and knees and reached under the bed, ripping a file folder off of the underside, a makeshift hiding place that I had carved up after I had first moved in, eight and a half years ago. I had only removed it to stick in the girls’ birth certificates after they had been born and bought back to the cramped apartment.

“Okay, we can now move to the main room,” I muttered, suddenly feeling ashamed for whatever reason. I messily folded up the soft, tattered Afghan on the lumpy couch, tossed in a paperback romance novel that I had reread so many time, a toy bunny of Evie… basically anything and everything that I could see. “Do you see anything?”

The king stooped down and picked up a picture, looking at it with a fierce glower before stuffing it into the paperback romance book of mine before tossing it into the box.

The emptying of the apartment unit was swift, only taking around forty minutes to completely clear out the tiny three roomed apartment. I had opened the refrigerator and taken out the carton of sour milk, dumping the undrinkable slush down the drain before running the garbage disposal for a few seconds.

“That everything?” I asked the king, running a final eye over the sad rooms.

“I do believe so, my sweetheart.” His rumble was tight, and I knew that he was fighting the strong urge to start crying. I silently grabbed ahold of one of the lighter boxes and followed him down to his car, where he ordered me inside while he stomped back up to the third floor to grab the other packed boxes.

I wonder how many kids he’ll want with me, I suddenly thought, sitting back and shutting my eyes as the thought of carrying royal Ratajczyk babies.

Little princes with their father’s soft black waves and their mommy’s ocean blue eyes.

Little princesses with their mommy’s bright scarlet curls and their daddy’s dazzling eyes.

What names would the king fancy for our future children?

My lips curled up in distaste of some of the names that I had heard over the years- Abcde, Baby Boi, Cantaloupe, Drover Streetway, Elephant… I recalled an interview where the king had scoffed at some of the names that people were naming their kids.

“I’m fond of more classic names, like Emily, Rose and Anne for a girl and James, Brandon and Edward for a boy,” he had explained. “Honestly, some names out there should be vetoed at the hospital by the nursing staff.”

And I couldn’t agree more.

Would the king be gentle our first time at being intimate with one another or would he be a rough lover?

Everyone knew of his impressive cock- he had done a centerfold with PlayGirl magazine when he was in his early twenties and going through his rebellious phase against his strict father.

I had been sixteen years old when the magazine had come out- my best girlfriend in high school had bought a couple of issues and gifted them to her closest friends, myself included. I had my copy still- it was pressed in between the twins’ birth certificate folder. I had used the pictures to bring myself to sweet release after sweet release while I had been pregnant with the twins and horny.

The king opened the back door and loaded in the rest of the boxes inside before getting into the driver’s side. His jaw was clenched tightly, telling me that he was mad at something.

“You’re majesty?” I murmured softly, playing with my fingers as he pulled out of his parking spot and got onto the road. “Are you mad at me?” My stomach jumped into my throat at the idea that I had angered him.

“What? Sweetheart no!” The king reached out and took my hand into his and raised it up to his lips in a sweet kiss. “What would even give you that impression?”

I just gave him an incredulous look of disbelief as he pulled onto the freeway for the ride back home.

“Good point,” he chortled sheepishly. “I’m not upset at you exactly, I’m upset about your circumstances.”

I opened my mouth to ask him to clarify as he pulled into a traffic jam, stopping behind a souped up pickup truck. He held up a hand, asking me to listen to him.

“I’m upset at how you were forced to live your life for years,” he confessed with a heavy sigh. “You were forced to carry two babies without a strong support system. Your parents cut you off because of a stupid mistake you made. You were only able to afford two meals at times, sometimes even just one meal, and so you fed the twins while you starved. Sweetheart, I am so sorry.”

I smiled at what he was saying as the radio continued chattering away in the background.

“And in today’s news, Henry Bardott, who was convicted of manslaughter on nineteen counts almost nine years ago, has been set out on parole…”

“WHAT?” I turned away from the king and turned the volume up, dread building in my stomach at what I was hearing.

“Mr. Bardott, a model citizen at the country prison, was granted parole and will now be leading a normal civilian lifestyle-”

“Oh no,” I whimpered as the king swore savagely before stepping on the gas a little bit more.

“Hang tight sweetheart,” he grounded out through grit teeth. “The girls are safe, no one’s come up to the front door. I have a camera up there- when we get home, you can give me your cell phone and I can key you into the system, okay?”

I nodded mutely, turning my eyes to watch the scenery outside my window as my kingly soulmate raced us both towards home.

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