#Molly Anne Harper (OFC)

[steele-soulmate]

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

Chapter 39

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

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

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

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

WORD COUNT: 1237

“Trick or treat!”

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

“Trick or treat!”

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

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

“Sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Trick or treat!”

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

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

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

“Snickers!”

“All the M&Ms!”

“Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups!”

“Hersey’s!”

“Skittles!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[steele-soulmate]

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

Chapter 35

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

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

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

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

WORD COUNT: 1181

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 23

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

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

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of spousal abuse (nothing graphic)

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

WORD COUNT: 1169

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 1

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

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

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

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

WORD COUNT: 1534

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

“You nervous?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But he was not a nice man.

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

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

My daughters, Aria and Evie.

My Bluebells and my Bumblebee.

My reasons not to fuck up my life again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This man looked like he could smell fear.

And right now, he smelled prime meat.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 5

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

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

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

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

WORD COUNT: 1468

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The king is truly a good man

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My three best girls.

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

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

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

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

“You stupid bitch!”

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

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

“Sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

“Enough.”

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

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

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“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.

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“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.”

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

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

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

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

Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

WORD COUNT: 1418

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 45

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

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

STORY WARNINGS: mentions of stalking (nothing serious)

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

WORD COUNT: 1187

I was jerked from my peaceful nap by a resounding pattering that echoed throughout the house, and as I groggily woke up again, I found that it was now nightfall, and began to wonder what exactly was going on.

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“Mommy! Daddy!” yelled Aria as she and Evie both tore into the master bedroom. “Guess what? Guess what?” She took a flying leap and bounced onto the bed before army crawling to her father’s side of the bed and draping herself across his burly chest.

“What?” grouched Peter. I knew from watching an interview that he did in the past that he was always a grumpy mess whenever he was forced out of a good sleep.

“You’re never going to guess what me and Evie got!” she giggled happily as the queen appeared in the doorway, her face growing a sweet smile at the sleepy disorientation that the king and I were currently under.

“Aria, you and Evie woke daddy and I up from a nap!” I scolded her. “You need to learn how to read the room!”

“Oops,” she meeped. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine, I needed to wake up, anyway,” Peter told her with a chortle. “So, what did you and Evie get today?”

The girls excitedly presented their school backpacks- pulling out fistfuls of pencils and binders with lined paper and lunchboxes and water bottles. Aria’s treasures were in bright, bold colors while Evie had feminine floral designs marking her gear. I smiled as Aria handed me their receipts, which I scanned out of habit. I frowned at the numbers and looked up to say something.

“Aria had a bit extra on her card, so she told Evie that she could use it,” the queen told me as she entered the room with a smile. “I treated them to burgers and milkshakes for lunch and then a movie- I got the BDA applicable screen for Evie.”

I smiled- Aria took her duty as Evie’s older sister very seriously at time, almost like it was a full time job.

“Well, okay then,” I chuckled as Evie showed off a box of one hundred and eighty count of colored pencils. I knew that she had splurged a little bit, and that Aria had given up some of her allowance to allow her the special treat. She had done so in the past, when I was only able to afford one meal. Aria would only eat three or four bites before telling Evie that she needed to eat and that she wasn’t hungry.

“Well, what movie did you all go out and see?” I asked them.

“Butterfly Attack,” Aria shrugged. “It was a really good movie!”

“Oh, I bet!” I said as Peter tossed his legs out of bed and stood to take his mother into his office, located just next door to our bedroom. “Well, you two had a very busy day today- why don’t you both go and take a shower and get into your pajamas and then the four of us can go watch a movie before retiring for bed?”

“Okay, mommy!” Aria and Evie both skipped out of the room, heading over to their Jack and Jill bedrooms to go get ready.

Peter came in fifteen minutes later after walking his mother out to the front, where her driver had been sitting on the couch in the front sunroom answering some emails on his cell phone.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted me as I was changing into my pajamas, way too lazy to take a shower right now. “Mom asked me if we’ll need help decorating for December tomorrow- she doesn’t mind sending us some help, but I told her that we will probably have everything covered.”

“Is tomorrow really the first of December?” I asked, wrinkling my nose. “If so, then I have completely lost track of the days!”

Peter chuckled as I disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with my hairbrush and a hair tie. He positioned himself onto the bed and I took a seat in front of him, all but purring when he began to untangle my curls from the day’s adventures.

“I can’t wait for the girls to open their Christmas presents,” he told me, looking up as soft pattering started to sound out, indicating the return of our family bedbugs.

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Then, a sudden explosion at the door, which turned out to be the twins, giggling as they barreled into the master bedroom, jumping up onto the bed and getting under the blankets.

“Hihi mommy,” Aria meeped happily. “Can me and Evie  sleep with you and daddy tonight?”

“Why can’t you sleep in your beds tonight?” I asked them, using both my voice and hands to converse with them.

I want to feel safe, Evie confessed. There was a man how I think was following us today.

My hackles went up.

What gave you the notion that he was following you? I asked her with a soft hum, finger combing her loose blonde waves.

“He was trying to appear inconspicuous, but he was doing a poor job at it,” Aria told us. “We told Grammy, but she told us that the Kings’ Guardsmen would keep us safe.”

I didn’t need to turn around to see that my kingly husband was trying not to become angry-not at the girls though, never at his girls.

“Hey daddy? Will we have pictures taken of us for Christmas?” Aria wondered, and I couldn’t help but appreciate her attempt at changing the subject. “Grammy mentioned that she would do pictures of the family and then release them.”

“I have a niece who does photography as a full time job,” Peter told me, setting my brush down into my lap before tying my curls and then draping my long braid over my shoulder. “I can text her and see if she’s free tomorrow?”

“Yeah, sure,” I hummed as the four of us fell into bed together. “Why not?”

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

Chapter 44

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: 1285

“Well, now that the girls are out of the house…” Peter lifted me up onto the kitchen counter and stepped in between my knees, pulling me flush against his burly chest.

“Yes, you’re majesty?” I meeped, beginning to feel excited at what he was hinting at.

“I can get started on wrapping my Christmas presents for the twins.” My heart plummeted at his teasing tone as he pressed a sweet kiss to my nose.

“Peter!” I pounded a punch into his shoulder. “You tease!”

A loud roar erupted from him as he quaked in my grasp from laughter.

“I’m sorry sweetheart,” he wheezed. “I simply could not help myself.”

“Clearly not,” I scowled at him. “Anyway, what did you get the girls for Christmas, my love?”

He took my hand, leading me up into our bedroom, where he sat me on the bed before stepping into the closet for a brief moment. When he came out with a large cardboard box overflowing with goodies, my eyes bugged outwards.

“Peter…” I clucked disapprovingly at him as he set the box down onto the bed.

“Relax sweetheart, I only got the girls eight presents each,” he placated me, nudging the box towards me. “One present for each year that they’ve been on earth.”

“Only eight presents?” I stressed, picking up a set of twelve brightly colored acrylic paints, clearly meant for Evie.

“Not counting the stockings that Santa Clause will leave them on Christmas morning,” he confessed, stuffing his hands into his back pockets. “Do you want to be in charge of the stockings?”

“For the past Christmases, Santa could only afford a small candy bar for each girl,” I confessed in a soft voice, wrapping my arms snuggly around myself. “They would leave a sock out- a clean sock- and I would put the candy inside. It wasn’t much, it it’s how we celebrated Christmas for the past eight years.”

I picked up a ten piece tool kit that my kingly husband had clearly picked for Aria and smiled at the love and care put into each gift.

And I knew in that very moment, that King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn, was already the best dad to the twins, and I immediately yearned for him, all of him.

“What will you get the twins?” he asked me, pulling wrapping paper and gift bags out from under the bed. “You can use my card- I don’t mind.”

“Socks and underwear, definitely,” I muttered, thinking deeply. “Some new pencils, school neckties, and paper dolls, maybe, if I can find those.”

“Sweetheart, you can get them more extravagant gifts,” Peter told me as he finished wrapping a box of cookie cutters. “Again, I don’t mind.”

I gave him a nervous look as I took my cell phone out from back pocket and pulled up my Amazon app. I went to the section with my wish lists, titled with such as KITCHEN, BAKING, ARIA- CHRISTMAS and EVIE-CHRISTMAS. I quickly went through, adding random things under ten dollars each before tapping CHECK OUT without even looking at the final price.

“Okay, I bought them some things,” I announced. “They’ll be delivered to the family PO box sometime next week.”

“Perfect,” he purred approvingly, setting the first present aside, a tag proclaiming to ARIA from DADDY. “Sweetheart, I don’t want to ever worry about where the next meal will be coming from, or choosing between winter jackets or rent. I got you and the twins covered.”

He paused from wrapping an artist’s easel, reaching across for my hand.

“I promise you.”

I smiled at his sweet words, believing him at once. I knew that my soulmate had lived an extremely life, and that now he wanted the bestowed the twins- and our future kids- with the same sense of security and fun activities. I had caught him looking up girls soccer teams and art clubs, knowing that he would know no boundaries in expressing his love.

“Sweetheart, I thinking you may have buyer’s guilt,” he mused as he finished wrapping another present, this one being for Evie. “I think you should bring it up with your therapist next week, but that’s just me.”

“Okay, I’ll put it down to talk to her about,” I told him, making a notation on my phone’s notepad app. “And also, the girls have been having fun going through their school catalogues.”

“Yes, they have!” he chuckled, stuffing a gift bag full with tissue paper. “Aria had told me that she wants to join both the fencing and soccer clubs and enroll in woodshop and glassblowing. Evie is interested in sculpting, painting and sewing techniques.”

“Ah, okay,” I hummed. “Will you attend the open house for Saint Claire’s?”

“Of course, I’m planning on it!” He reached for the last two things in the box- journals and gel pens. “It’s for our daughters’ future education, after all.”

“I bet you never imagined going to an open house event for your child’s school,” I sniggered as I drug our shared laundry hamper out from the bathroom and began to sort everything- whites, darks, heavies, lights, delicates.

“Anything for my daughters,” he rumbled, finishing wrapping the presents, neatly repacking everything back into the box and returning it back onto the shelf in our shared closet. “You know that.”

Yes, I did know that.

“You will make a terrific father to all the baby boys that I will happily bless you with,” I bubbled out with. “You are so kind, and loving, and caring, and protective, and compassionate, and all in all, just a good man.”

“I can only try my hardest.” His face was bright red at my sweet words, and I couldn’t help but let a giggle slip out as I tugged him down for a sweet kiss. “And I bet you a button and a nickel that you will be the perfect mommy to the little babies that I will bless your womb with.”

“I love you, my love,” I hummed sweetly, smiling at the look of awe that crossed over his eyes.

“I will never get tired of hearing you say that,” he gasped, picking me up and then throwing me onto the bed before coming after me, clearly seeking out all the kisses and snuggles.

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Chapter 43

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: 1228

“Grammy’s here! Grammy’s here!” Aria cheered as she and her sister bounded downstairs. The two sisters were dressed in preparations of adventures with the queen of Brooklyn in near identical outfits, only wearing unmatching turtlenecks- Aria in deep hunter green and Evie in pale blush pink.

“Now girls, remember what we told you!” I scrunched my nose at them as I swept the kitchen floor.

Peter and I had come up with a series of rules for the three to follow- such as only buying school supplies and nothing else, sticking to a two hundred dollars per girl budget and only buying things on the school supply list that the students at Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies were required to bring- a backpack, pencils, binders, paper, folders, erasers, lunchboxes…

I glanced out the window and smiled at the sight of Queen Annette the Elder coming up the walkway with her driver two steps ahead of her. I watched utterly amused as he reached the front door and waited for the nation’s queen to venture closer before he rang the doorbell.

“I GOT IT!” Aria screeched as she ran to the front door, flinging it open. “Hihi grammy!”

“Hello Aria, how are you doing?” I heard the queen asking as Peter came up from the garage, his long hair tied back into a sensible man bun.

“Hey there, sweetheart,” he greeted me with a smile as he took a step up to the sink to wash the dishes. “Mom?” he called out as he took a glance out the window that overlooked the front. “Have the air in your car tires been running low?”

The queen’s driver excused himself to run out and check the tires while I led Queen Annette into the kitchen for a quick cup of hot cocoa.

“So where are you taking the girls?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Is there a school supply store that caters only for the elite?”

The queen chuckled at my sarcastic quip, accepting the mug from me when I handed it over to her.

“No, I will take them to the local office supply store.” Her nose crinkled as she smiled at me. “And I understand that you and Peter had given the girls a budget.”

“Two hundred dollars each, to be spent on only school supplies,” I stressed, handing over two gift cards to the office supply store. “After, you may take the girls out for candy or cookies, but please do not spoil them.”

The queen playfully pouted at my request as a resounding swear tore through the air. I went over to the kitchen window and peeked out, seeing the queen’s driver and my kingly husband were standing around staring at the car as though it were the most fascinating thing that they’ve ever encountered.

“Mommy, is daddy mad?” Aria meeped timidly, grabbing Evie by the hand before the two girls crawled underneath the kitchen island, which they had claimed as their special hiding place.

“Not at you,” I told them, heading over to the door and opening it. “Peter Thomas Ratajczyk.”

“Yes sweetheart?” He looked rightfully ashamed of himself.

“You scared the girls,” I frowned at him before coming back in.

The king came back inside, apologizing profusely as I pointed him over to where the girls were hiding. He got down onto the floor, speaking in a soft tone of voice as he showed the girls that he was not mad at them.

The queen’s driver stepped back into the house with a hallowed look on his face.

“Two of the tires were cut,” he announced in a grim voice. “If I had to guess any, by a heavy grade hunting knife.”

“Who on earth would do that?” I grumbled as the queen took out her phone to call for a tow truck and another car to be brought over for them.

“I’m getting security cameras put up,” Peter grumbled as Evie dared to venture out first, crawling into his lap and curling in on herself. “Hello Evie.”

The deaf eight year old girl tucked her head underneath his chin with a quiet hum as Aria crawled out next.

“You sure you’re not mad at us?” she checked as she situated herself underneath her father’s muscular arm, folding into his protective body.

“No, never at my daughters,” he acknowledged them as the queen and her driver went off into the front room to talk in a hushed volume. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. If I do ever get mad with you, I won’t explode like with what I just did outside. I’ll come and find you and talk to you, okay?”

“Okay,” Aria said, looking relieved. “Why were you mad just now, daddy?”

“Because the tires on grammy’s car have no air,” he explained. “That happens sometime with cars- the tires need to be plump with enough air so that the wheels can turn comfortably.”

“Oh. Okay.” Aria understood his explanation as the queen and her driver came back into the kitchen area.

“Mom, do you want to take my car?” Peter offered. “I have the Doom Buggy and I also recently purchased a roomy minivan for transporting the girls and my wife to and from places.”

“Oh, thank you, your majesty, but that won’t be necessary,” spoke up the driver. “A tow truck is coming up to tow the car back to the royal palace and will be dropping off another car for us to drive in.”

“So a double whammy in one?” Aria piped in just then.

“A double whammy…?” the queen’s driver asked with a crooked smile.

“Yeah!” The older two of the twins gave him an incriminating look. “The tow truck will come and pick up grammy’s car- whammy one!- and drop off another car-whammy two!”

“Oh Aria…” I clucked as I shook my head in amusement. “You are so lucky that you are still so danged cute.”

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

Chapter 42

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 corporal punishment (nothing graphic)

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

WORD COUNT: 1216

“Don’t be nervous sweetheart,” the king murmured as we both took our seats in front of Headmistress Abigail’s desk.

I forced myself to take in a deep breath as a soft knock at the door made me clench up in fear and worry.

In entered a sweet, older woman with snow white curls cropped at chin length, kind eyes that twinkled delightfully and who was leaning heavily against a hand carved cane.

“I was wondering when I would be seeing you in my office, King Peter.” Her smile only grew all the more wider as she limped to the seat behind her desk. “When I heard that you had taken in two little girls, I had half hoped that you would consider sending them here.”

“Not to be rude or anything, but the website says that you aren’t accepting any new students this late into the school year,” I cut in with a frown.

“Oh, we just say that to stop later than normal entries,” she explained to me. “Now, can you tell me about your daughters?”

“Aria loves spending her time in my husband’s man cave, helping him with whatever project he’s working on, and Evie enjoys cooking in the kitchen with me and reading books of science and history. They both know the difference from a spatula and a whisk, and will oftentimes make dinner without me even needing to say anything,” I explained with a smile.

“Ah,” hummed the headmistress. “Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies has multiple very well sponsored extra-curricular activities, including woodshop and cooking. Here, let me give you a couple of catalogs.”

She reached into a drawer and took out two extremely dense booklets, which she handed to me.

“Your website mentioned uniforms, but I couldn’t really find anything about them,” I mentioned critically, opening one of the pamphlets and flicking through the pages.

“Yes, I am so sorry about that, but we have two different uniforms available- we’re currently revamping the website,” she sighed, making a notation on a pad of paper. “One is a skirt option, and the other is a pants option. We just included the pants option earlier this year, and it’s already starting to prove to be quite popular.”

“Oh okay,” I hummed, finally stumbling across two pictures of girls in the different school uniforms. They both wore neckties in royal blue and silver and smart black blazers, but the girl on the right wore black slacks and a white buttoned blouse and the girl on the left wore a black and blue patterned apron styled dress over a white buttoned blouse. All in all, the uniforms looked pretty and comfortable.

“These uniforms looks much more breathable than what kids who attend Theodore Day School wear,” I muttered, taking a glance at the site to order the uniforms from, which also listed how much of what to order, the available sizes, and what they could customize.

Headmistress Abigail snorted loudly at my comment, leading me to believe that she had some history with the establishment.

“That school allows the teachers to physically punish their students- paddling their rears, rapping their knuckles, dragging them around by their ears-” she started to rant with fire in her eyes.

“Jesus Christ-” Peter swore savagely. “How to absolute fuck is a place like that even open still?”

“Your majesty, watch your language,” the woman scowled, sending my husband a look that only well-seasoned mothers had long since mastered. “That sort of vulgarity is very frowned upon at my school.”

“My apologies, Headmistress Abigail,” Peter meeped apologetically.

“Evie is deaf and only communicates via BSL,” I redrew the attention back over to the girls. “What can you promise me as far as accommodations run?”

“Well, as in accordance to the BDA, I need to supply Evie with an interpreter, front row seating and subtitles whenever a film is being shown, am I correct?” she asked me, flashing a bashful smile. “I did my homework.” I can tell. “I have reached out to an interpretation service and I’m currently looking into them. Another option is the community college, which has a sizable deaf studies program and the students are always looking for ways to earn extra credit.”

“And would a background check be ran on all who signs up to interpret?” Peter asked, arching a quizzical eyebrow.

“Oh yes, but of course,” Headmistress Abigail was nodding her head long before he had even finished his sentence. “I take my student’s safety very seriously here.”

“Oh look, you offer fencing!” I was starting to become rather excited at the prospect of the girls attending the highly sought after education that Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies offered for a very few selected. “Aria might like that!”

“And what else would Evie like?” she asked me as I flipped through the booklet.

“Ballet, I think maybe?” I offered, not looking up from the book as I scanned the pages. “Ballet and something artsy- she likes working with her hands. Maybe knitting? But she already does that at home. So, I don’t know.”

“Creative novel writing, maybe sweetheart?” the king asked me, showing me a section on a page.

CREATIVE NOVEL WRITING, 1/2, 3/4, 5/6, 7/8- Want to become the next bestselling author? This sixteen week lesson teaches simple plotting strategies, character development and more. Each semester, the class is taught by a published author, who will let students into her personal tricks of the trade.

“Looks like fun,” I acknowledged the class before returning back to the headmistress. “Again, I cannot make any decisions without their blessing.”

“You’re a good mother, my lady,” she smiled widely before reaching across the desk with an outstretched hand. “Welcome to the Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies family. It’s an honor to have you with us now, your majesty, my lady.”

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Chapter 41

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: 1764

BOUNCE BOUNCE BOUNCE

“Wake up mommy! Wake up daddy!”

My mind woke up with a sharp skip, but the king was even faster than me.

“Girls, what is it?” he barked, concern dripping from his voice. “Are you hurt? Is there a burglar in the house? Did one of you fall out of bed? What on earth-”

“IT’S SNOWING!” Aria screeched happily, jumping up and down on the bed, Evie quickly following suit. “IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING! IT’S SNOWING!”

A groan flew out of my mind as I curled up into a tight ball at the news of the frigid cold that awaited just outside.

“Can we go out and play in the snow?” Aria begged. “PLEEEEEEEEEEEASE?”

“Get dresses, brush your hair, have breakfast, brush your teeth and dress warmly first,” Peter said in a stern voice, holding his hand up to silence them for a brief moment. “If either of you get sick due to not dressing warmly enough, I will be extremely displeased.”

“Yes daddy!” Aria giggled, translating what their father had said to her deaf sister before the both of them raced out the door.

MEOW Buttercup, a blonde female with a huge, fluffy tail, merted from her spot in the closet doorway, moseying out and pausing the lick at a paw. MEOW

“You don’t like the cold, my sweetheart?” Peter correctly deduced, tossing back the blankets on his side and rolling out of bed, padding over to the fireplace, where he loaded a tripod of logs into the hearth and struck a match, quickly flooding the room with warmth.

“There were times when I was unable to pay for electricity, so we’d need to bundle up in everything we owned in the apartment to keep warm,” I mumbled, suddenly feeling ashamed of my unstable upbringing of Aria and Evie. I had done the very best that I could, with the limited resources that I had at my fingertips.

“Sweetheart, you never need to worry about having enough funds for food or rent or clothes or anything else like that,” Peter swore as he returned to my side, getting back under the blankets and clicking a button, making me realize that the mattress pad was heated. “Okay? I want to take care of you, heck, my mom wants to take care of her granddaughters. From now on out, you will never need to walk alone. I will walk besides you, and I will always catch you when you stumble.”

“Why are you such a good man?” I whined as I curled up across his bare chest, the two of us giving each other skin to skin contact. “You are too good to even exist.”

“Because you are my soulmate.” I was unable to look away from his spellbinding green eyes, so full of a raw wonderlove that I felt dizzy with affection. “You are my soulmate, and I love you. I love you and the girls and this is only the beginning.”

I pressed my hand to his chest, sighing contently at the feeling of being loved and safe and warm. I loved this brutish king and how soft he was towards the three of us females. I loved how he taught Aria the uses of the different tools in his man cave and had recently helped her make a little toolbox- the first of their many father-daughter projects. I loved how he spent an hour before turning in for bed learning BSL to communicate better with Evie and better himself to read her bedtime stories when tucking her in. I loved how nurturing and sweet he was to the girls, encouraging them to follow their interests and guiding them away from harm.

I love how fiercely protective he was of his small, motely family.

I loved how whenever we would venture from the house, he would always keep a hand behind my shoulders and watchful eyes on the twins’ every which movements.

I loved how he was always quick to pick up the tab for whatever spontaneous activity we were doing.

I loved this kingly man with every fiber of my wellbeing.

“I love you.”

The sudden confession bubble out of me and made the king break out into a happy smile.

“I love you.” he kissed the space in between my eyebrows as he happily laid back into the pillows. “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS

I giggled at how cartoonish he was acting as we both laid there, his manly chest bare of a T-shirt and peppering sweet kisses onto the other’s face while fluffy white flakes fell from the sky outside.

MEOW

Luna, a smokey gray cat with a sleek body, jumped onto the bed just then and promptly attacked our feet hidden underneath the blankets.

MEOW screeched the happy female as Coco jumped up onto the bed and moseyed up to me, curling into a tight ball on my lap and then falling asleep, a loud purr erupting from her.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“Good kitties,” I giggled, slowly starting to warm up from the slight chill in the air. “You know something, you have the best kitties, my love.”

“Yeah well, they have the best mommy,” he hummed, grabbing his pillow and punching it into a comfortable shape. “But anyway- January fifth?”

A sudden wave of anxiety took ahold of my heart and made it’s beating seem astronomically louder to me.

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

“Sweetheart, can you please calm down?”

I was brought out of my impromptu panic attack by my husband pressing my ear to his manly chest, his softly pounding heartbeat bringing me back once more.

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

THUD THUMP

“Atta girl.” I didn’t need to look at him to know that he was smiling. “Do you want to talk about what you’re feeling right now?”

“I don’t want to disappoint you.”

My confession was met by with a huff of silent laughter, and I knew that my kingly soulmate wasn’t laughing at my worries.

“Sweetheart- oh my sweetheart- can you please look at me?”

I dragged my eyes up and smiled at how soft his facial expressions were.

“Hello my beautiful soulmate.” He pecked the top of my nose teasingly. “Can you tell me about your fear of disappointing me?”

“You must have a high body count,” I explained, suddenly realizing how lame my excuse was. “You slept with all types of woman and women out there, so you must have a preference.”

“Sweetheart…” The king moved so swiftly that I didn’t realize he had moved, gently forcing me onto my back before hovering up over me, his knees on either sides of my thighs and an elbow supporting his body weight from crushing me. “As weird as this sounds… I didn’t have a set type in mind when it came to romantic relations until I met you, Molly Anne Ratajczyk.”

I squinted up at him, not quite believing his flowery words.

“I like my woman smaller than me,” he started off with. “I like the feeling of being needed and asked for protection. I’ve always liked redheads- they’re a dime a dozen and incredibly stunning. I’d wanted a woman who would be the perfect mother to my babies, and boy oh boy did I luck out with you.”

I squinted even deeper up at him.

“You, Molly Anne Ratajczyk, are a fair, kind hearted, brave, loving, caring mother to Aria and Evie,” he pointed out, pressing a whiskery kiss to my eyebrow. “And I know that all those wonderful traits will carry on to when you start to populate the world with royal Ratajczyk babies of my very own.”

“How many Ratajczyk royal babies do you want?” I asked him nervously.

“Honestly?” He pressed another chaste kiss to my temple this time. “I would like two or three babies of my very own. But if you only want to bless me with only one baby, that’s fine. I’m not going to pressure you into multiple pregnancies. I’m not that kind of man.”

My heart warmed at his gentle tone of voice.

“What do you want, my love?” I asked him. “Little princes or little princesses?”

“Either ones, the gender of our babies doesn’t matter either way to me,” he informed me. “Just as long as they are born healthy and happy, with all ten fingers and all ten toes. That’s all I can ask for.”

“But don’t you need a male heir to continue the Ratajczyk royal linage?” I asked him, starting to feel sleepy in the lovely warm and feelings of utter safety.

“Not anymore sweetheart.” He another sweet kiss to my cheek this time. “The old law was written to where if you bless me with only daughters, then the oldest daughter will inherit the throne after my death. Otherwise, my eldest male heir will hopscotch over his sisters’ heads for the crown.”

I smiling at him before shutting my eyes and giving in to sleep.

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Chapter 40

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: oral (M on F)

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

WORD COUNT: 1223

“Goodnight Aria,” King Peter murmured as he tucked her in, having removed her shoes and outer shell before getting her into bed. He had also done the same for Evie, taking off her wings and shoes before drawing her bed blankies up over her. “Sleep tight.”

He tiptoes over to me and shut her door partway before ushering me into our private wing of the house.

“You go take a shower now, sweetheart,” he told me. “I’ll pull out some pajamas for you, yeah?”

I nodded, knowing that his nighttime routine consisted of tossing my sleep clothes and towel into the dryer for twenty minutes to heat up, returning them to the bathroom for me just as I was about ready to get out.

I was rinsing the conditioner from my curls when I heard Peter come in and began to run the water on his side of the sink, clearly getting ready to brush his teeth.

I quickly finished up and pulled the shower curtain back a tab, finding my towel and pajamas, warm from a quick tumble in the dryer. I quickly dried much of my curls before wrapping the towel around my slim figure and then stepping out­­-

My foot stepped into a puddle of water and with a loud squeal, I started to fall onto the floor. With superhuman reflexes, Peter covered two steps and caught me before I could injure myself. In all the excitement, I lost my towel and was clinging to his powerful body in my nudeness.

“You okay there now sweetheart?” he murmured from his awkward half kneeling position, standing and whisking me into the bedroom. He settled me onto the bed, vanishing back into the bathroom for a brief moment before coming back out with my pajamas, fresh underwear, clean socks, a wide tooth comb and a hair tie in hand.

He got me into my underwear before holding my pants open for me, helping me work my feet in before pulling up and waiting for me to flex and bounce my hips, his eyes never wavering from my face as he helped me get ready for bed.

After he had helped me get my top and socks on, he sat me up and began to pick at the snarls and knots that had taken place during the day, giving me space to reflect on this amazing, sweet, fatherly, wonderful man.

“Are you sure you’re okay, sweetheart?” he checked in with me again, having successfully untangled my tight curls and had tied them back in a simple braid, which he draped over my shoulder, pressing a whiskery kiss to my neck before shuffling backwards and giving me a moment to myself.

“Yeah, I’m alright,” I mumbled as he removed his shirt, tossing the garment into our shared laundry basket.

“Okay.” He gathered his sleep sweatpants before turning back to me. “I’ll be back in a minute, alright?”

He kept the door halfway opened, and so I kept an eye on him as he dressed for bed. My face heated up at the sight of his bare ass as he stepped into the sweatpants, and tugged the dark black fabric up to his hips, where the fabric hung low across his hips.

An almost quiet moan escaped out my mouth at the mouthwatering deliciousness of one King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn.

I had a painful itch that needed to be scratched.

My hands were clenching at the blankets- I wanted- no, needed to get off.

But I was afraid.

“Sweetheart?”

I jumped as the king’s warm and heavily callused hand brushed up against my cheek.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” I knew that my eyes were hazy and wanton, and he picked up on what I needed. “Do you want me to leave? I can go downstairs and wash those dished in the sink from lunch.”

“Can you stay? Help me?” I whimpered, feeling pathetic for asking.

“Of course.” I was shocked at his nonjudgemental eyes as he slipped his hand in down past the blanket, trailing a finger around my perky nipple. He smiled at my aroused gasp, dropping a lazy kiss onto my cheek as he hand finally reached my womanly apex, pausing before slipping under the waist.

A wistful sigh whispered past my lips as his fingers tiptoes through my thick forest of tight red curls, him tugging the pants down to my knees as he moved to kneel between my knees.

“Jesus fuck…” he whimpered upon unwrapping his treat, getting down to press a kiss to my exposed bellybutton. “Sweetheart, you’re so beautiful.”

A heavy blush overtook my face as I tossed my head back as he pressed his lips to the inside of my knee before tossing them over his shoulders.

“You ready now sweetheart?” he rumbled, guiding me hands to grasp onto his hair.

“Yes,” I squeaked nervously. “Eat out my pussy.”

And boy, did he deliver.

After my first orgasm, he drew off from me, his lower face dripping with my womanly essence as his eyes danced a crazed waltz. Instead of just kissing me passionately, he vanished into the bathroom for a brief few seconds and then reemerged with a damp washcloth.

“You okay?” he asked me in a gentle rumbled as he wiped me clean.

“Don’t stop…” I mewled weakly as he finished up. “Please…”

“As my sweetheart commands of me.”

He made me orgasm again.

And again.

And again.

Until finally, he tapped out.

“You good for now, sweetheart?” he asked me as he pulled out a random set of loose sweatpants for me to wear and clean cotton panties. “Do you want to talk about what prompted these intense feelings?”

No. I just want to sleep.

“Ah.” He smiled shyly at me as he redressed me for bed, helping me out of my tank top. “We can touch bases in the morning, yeah?”

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Chapter 38

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

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

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

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

WORD COUNT: 1256

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sweetheart, how’s your ice cream?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Chapter 37

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

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

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

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

WORD COUNT: 1172

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

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

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

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

“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, sir.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay my love.”

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

Chapter 36

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

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

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

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

WORD COUNT: 1218

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

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

But still, I kept on chattering.

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

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

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

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

MEOW

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

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

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

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My husband erupted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chapter 34

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

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

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

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

WORD COUNT: 1267

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Okay daddy.”

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