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

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

Chapter 55

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: none applicable

WORD COUNT: 1322

When I woke up next, I reached out for a wakeup snuggle with my husband, but discovered his side of the bed neatly made up and abandoned. I sat up, glancing over at my digital alarm clock on my bedside table, and discovered that it was 2:13 in the afternoon.

I tossed the blankets back from my side of the bed, quickly making the bed to match Peter’s side before wandering over to leave the bedroom, on the hunt for food.

MEOW

Coco appeared from under the bed at that moment, darting over to me and trotting by my side, the black female purring loudly as she followed me.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR…

“Hello there, pretty kitty,” I cooed, going down the stairs and finding Evie carrying a laundry basket with freshly washed and folded whites.

Good morning mommy, she greeted me with one hand. Are you hungry? Aria made you something to eat- it’s keeping warm in the oven.

I am rather hungry right now, I declared. What did she make?

Grilled cheese and pepperoni sandwiches and French fries! Evie wandered upstairs to put away her laundry, leaving me to get food for myself.

Ten minutes later, I was happily eating a very belated lunch as my mommy senses were telling me that Aria and Peter were downstairs in my husband’s man cave while Evie was getting her laundry out of the way.

I took a bite of my food, closing my eyes as I reveled in the good fortune that had been decided to be dropped into my lap. I loved the fact that I no longer had to worry about rent, or food, or heat, or clothes. The king and I had a good, long talk about who would do what in the relationship, and he had been rather insistent on his being the main breadwinner while I would finish up my college career in the fall at the local community college. I had told him that I only needed to pass four classes before I could get my diploma. His only response was to press a sweet kiss to the crown of my head before telling me to focus on school, and that he would take care of the house and the twins in the meantime.

I was also doing a bit of job hunting for after I had graduated- I just felt this strong urge to contribute something to the household. Even though I knew Peter was happy being the one who worked and I was the one who stayed at home and took care of all the cleanings and cooking, I still refused to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I had my eye on a Halloween animatronic factory that was always hiring to help expand the quickly expanding business. I had taken a look at their website and was amazed at the different Halloween animatronics that they offered- a flying witch rig that could go from one part of the yard to the other side of the yard, static in appearance props that would spring to life at the drop of a hat, animatronics that would scream and giggle and say creepy phrases.

I had filled out a job application form and sent it in, and I was awaiting a response with bated breath. Working with Halloween animatronics had always been a dream of mine, and I told myself that I would tell Peter if I got the job.

I also knew that Peter was looking for a good second handed car for me to drive. He had offered to buy me a brand new, fresh out from the factory car, but was going for a cheaper alternative at my insistent urgings. I had confessed that I didn’t even know how to check a car’s oil, getting a chaste kiss to the backside of my ear.

“Do you want me to teach my sweetheart how to do so?” I had agreed, smiling at the look of absolute joy that was on his face.

THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD- THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD-THUD

I looked up from where I was rinsing my plate before setting it into the dishwasher- something that Peter told me he hadn’t grown up with, but still had one outfitted into the house that he had custom built on a whim.

“Mommy!” Aria cheered as she erupted through the laundry room, which had a door that led onto the porch out back and a door that led down into the garage. “Mommy, me and daddy are building a swinging bench for the front porch!”

“Oh?” I laughed as my husband came up to me, lifting me up onto the counter. I looked at Peter for clarification.

“A swing for the front porch,” he translated with a smile. “I’m helping Aria plan out what it will look like.”

“Oh, okay!” I set the pan into the sink, giving it a quick rinse before setting it aside for Peter to wash when he had a moment to do so. “Can I see what the inspiration is?”

Aria dragged me downstairs and into her father’s man cave, tugging me over to where a crude skeleton was constructed, and she showed me concept art that consisted of a simple rendering made up of slats of wood.

“We’re using wood from a pallet,” Peter told me. “I ordered a buttload of something some time again and I had been meaning to toss the pallets.”

“But then I said that I wanted to make something out of the wood!” Aria interjected, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

“Aria enjoys upcycling,” I explained as Peter was digging out rope that he thought would suit the bench design well. “It probably dates back to the before.”

The before was what we had taken to calling the phase of time before I had met my kingly soulmate. Peter understood that this stressful time would always be a part of us, and he would always tell us that part of our history was no more.

“There was one time when me and Evie found two teddy bears in the trash outside the toy store!” Aria continued to chatter.

“They brought those teddy home and had me fix them up again,” I laughed. “They’re still packed up in a box, if I remember correctly.”

“Ah okay.” Peter had a funny look on his face as Aria began to use a crowbar to pry the boards off from the pallet. “The girls can get those teddy bears whenever they want- just give me a heads up when you start to go through the remaining boxes, alright?”

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 15, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler sneaks into a party at the royal mansion, she meets the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk. The powerful ruler man identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1053

I woke up the next morning with a smile upon my face. I tossed back the blankets on my bed, stuffed my feet into my fuzzy wuzzy bunny slippers and quickly made the bed before exiting my bedroom, wrapping my bright yellow blankie snug around myself as I pattered out and downstairs.

I stumbled into the kitchen and began to cook up breakfast- French toast, eggs, toast, hashbrowns and sliced fruit- which was Dad’s favorite breakfast meal, suitable for his birthday today.

The overhead lights flickered a few times, and I turned and saw mom smiling at me with kindness in her amber gray eyes.

Good morning, she greeted me pleasantly. What are you making?

Dad’s favorites, I answered with a wolfish grin. How are you and Baby Jellybean doing?

We’re doing good! She came over to offer me aid by way of washing slicing the fruit that I pulled out of the refrigerator. How about you? How are you doing?

Here, I paused, searching to find the word to describe my current state of emotions.

Was I happy?

Was I sad?

Was I indifferent?

Was I mad?

Was I pink?

Was I blue?

Was I human?

Was I plant?

Was I mineral?

Who knew?

Mom chuckled at the clear sight of me experiencing a teenaged midlife crisis.

Fair enough, she said once I had refocused all of my attention back onto her. How much longer until breakfast is ready?

I glanced back at the clock on the oven blinking down the minutes and seconds much like a bomb. Twenty seven minutes.

Ah. She smiled at me. Your father is still asleep.

Poor man, he must be exhausted, I frowned. When will he wake up?

Your brothers will wake him up, she grinned wickedly at me.

How will they do that? I wondered, pouring the whipped eggs into the pan for some action in scrambling.

Buzzy will lead the charge up and to the bed, she explained with a twinkle in her eyes. Little Bear will steal my pillow and Chubby Dumpling will snuggle up to his father and wake him up. They have a tried and true system.

I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my face at hearing her sweet nicknames for my brothers, and I kind of wanted a little nickname of my very own. But then, I remembered that my family opted to call me by Rose rather than my true name, a nickname from my later childhood- I was as pretty as a rose, but my thorns were sharp and painful.

What was my nickname as a baby? I wondered as I slid the massive tray with French toast into the oven to crisp up.

Baby Annie, she smiled at me, looking up at the resounding vibrations ringing through the floorboards of the well live in house. Your family called you Baby Annie.

A sudden explosion in the doorway announced the arrival of my kingly father, accompanied by the crown prince latched onto his back and his two younger brothers tucked underneath an armpit

Dad said something to mom before bending to press a kiss to her temple as he set my brothers back down onto their feet.

Good morning, he greeted me with a happy smile stretching across his handsome face. He opened his arm to welcome me in for a good morning hug. Did you sleep well last night?

I did, yes, I answered as I turned to scramble up the eggs that I had just poured into a pan on the stove.

Twenty minutes later, I was setting dishes with breakfast foods onto the dining room table, biting back a grin at the impressive pile of gifts, cearly intended for my kingly father.

Looks yummy, dad said, filling everyone’s plates up before his own.

My younger brothers were all wriggling with excitement as dad selected a random gift and opened it, which turned out to be a handsome charcoal rendering of the family- mom with her soft red curls, dad with his imposing stance, Oliver with his proud smile, Christopher Rober with his green T-shirt, Sebastian clinging to mom, and- was that me?

I stood in between mom and dad, a regal creature dressed in a simple blue dress with tiny pearls sparkling at my ears and looped around my neck. My curls fall in loose waves and crisp white gloves covered my hands.

I smiled, knowing that my brothers loved and accepted me as their sister. I looked up to see dad holding up a sweater that I had knitted for him out of forest green yarn. I had pegged my father for being a creature of habit- he always wore a green shirt and black pants, he always went to Sunday morning mass, he always did the dishes right after dinner, and so on and so forth.

Thank you, it looks so comfy! Dad grinned happily at me before neatly folding the sweater and setting it off to the side.

I smiled happily as I quickly finished up my plate of breakfast, excited for the day ahead of me.

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

Chapter 54

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: Aria not so subtly hinting that she wants a little brother

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

WORD COUNT: 1202

The king cradled me close to his chest as the countdown until the new year started, pressing sweet kiss after sweet kiss to my temple in between the chanted countdown.

“TEN…” KISS “NINE…” KISS “EIGHT…” KISS “SEVEN…” KISS “SIX…” KISS “FIVE…” KISS “FOUR…” KISS “THREE…” KISS “TWO…” KISS “ONE…” KISS

“Happy new year, sweetheart,” my kingly husband gasped, lifting a flute of champagne up into the air as everyone around us celebrated to the tune of party horns and cheers. “Here’s to our first, and many more to come.”

I giggled softly, loving how close and intimate he was being with me in our little hidden corner of the world. He had only left twice- once to use the bathrooms, and once to deal with one of his nieces’ drunk ex trying to impose on the party. Each time he had returned, he would silently summon me to take a perch on his knee and join him in blessing the other with sweet kisses.

“You majesty?” I meeped, practically drooping with exhaustion. “I’m tired.”

Peter only smiled as me, grabbing my clutch from next to him and standing with me nestled safe and warm in his arms.

“Okay then, my woman,” he rumbled good humoredly. “Let me take you home now.”

When he reemerged from our little hidey corner, I couldn’t help but notice the knowing glances between my husband’s female family members. And that made my tuck my face into his chest.

“I need to get this one home now,” he announced, stooping to kiss the queen mother’s cheek. “The twins’ birthdays are coming up I just a few days, and I fully intend on spoiling them rotten.”

“When is their birthday again?” Peter’s niece, the Princess Nancy, asked.

“January fourth,” he hummed delightfully. “My daughters and I share the same birthday.”

I drifted off just as everyone was tittering excitedly over the idea of celebrating not only their family member’s birthday, but also his daughters’ birthdays as well, and I could only think of how I would phrase my need to lay down some clear set boundaries.

I woke up from time to time, finding the king strapping me into the passenger’s seat… the king carefully driving through the empty streets of Brooklyn… pulling into the garage and getting out of the driver’s side… my husband tenderly tucking me into bed, having removed my booties and jacket.

“Sleep well, sweetheart of mine,” he hummed softly, pressing a loving kiss to my forehead before disappearing out into the main part of the house. I reached out emotionally, and found the king carrying Evie up to bed, humming a soft lullaby to her as she sleepily pressed her hand onto his chest, listening to her father in her own, special way.

I took note as he tucked her into bed, tapping her forehead, cheeks and nose in his own way of saying goodnight to his deaf daughter. He then returned back downstairs to collect Aria from her grandparents.

“Daddy?” Aria mumbled, mostly asleep. “When are ’ou an’ mommy gonna make a baby?”

“Aria, that’s a grown up thing to worry about,” he told her, tucking her into bed with a small smile on his face. “Why do you ask? Do you want a little sister?”

“I alread’ have a lil�� sister,” she slurred, curling up into a tight little ball. “I reall’ wan’ a lil’ brother.”

I chuckled at Aria’s blunt honesty, and couldn’t help but think, well hopefully, in four days now, your daddy will put a baby into my tummy. I was hoping for a little man with his daddy’s black waves and sparkling eyes, but I knew that my kingly husband desired a little lady with her mommy’s scarlet curls and connect-the-dots like freckles.

But what if you had both?

I scowled, sitting up and blinking as Peter came into our bedroom, having thanked my parents for staying with the twins and walking them out to dad’s car.

“Hey there sweetheart,” he greeted me in a soft voice, pausing in the doorway to our bathroom. “Do you want me to change you into pajamas?”

Yes please my love.

I began to strip off my minidress and tights, not wanting to inconvenience my soulmate any more than he already was.

So, Aria wants a little brother? I loved the fact that I didn’t need to speak to be able to communicate with Peter, which certainly made it easier when we were in public settings.

“That’s what she told me.” Peter remerged, my nightclothes, hairbrush and a hair tie in hand, coming over to me and accepting the pearl headband that he forgot to take off from me. “But we shall wait and see what happens. As far as I know, there’s no set way to say, oh I really want a girl and then wham, bam, thank you ma’am, a little girl.”

I cackled softly at his crude way of describing sex as he was removing my underwear and refitting fresh cotton panties onto me. He tossed my dirty clothes into the full clothes hamper by the door- I was fully intending on doing the laundry the next day.

You will be a great father to our kids, I told him, lifting my arms to allow him easier access to wipe me clean with my damp washrag.

“What are you talking about sweetheart? I am already a good father to our daughters!” he chided me with a frown. “It doesn’t matter how many royal Ratajczyk babies you bless me with, Aria and Evie Ratajczyk will always be my daughters.”

I smiled at his statement, being reminded once more of what a good man one King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn was.

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 14, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler sneaks into a party at the royal mansion, she meets the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk. The powerful ruler man identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1094

I was curling up on the couch with a book on the history of medieval fairy tales when I felt the vibrations of the garage door opening beneath my feet, signaling the return of my father and stepmother. I took to my feet and danced into the kitchen, pulling out the Tupperware container with the extra burger patties that I had made for my dad and the giant half full pot of chicken noodle soup.

Hi, how is mom doing? I asked dad as he limped into the dining room with a happy smile on his face.

Why don’t you ask her yourself? The wrinkled deeply set into the corners of his eyes crinkled as mom came up after him, her eyes lighting up as I asked them if they wanted me to heat up some food for them.

Yes please, I am starving! Her amber gray eyes crinkled as she took her seat up at the kitchen island.

How are you doing? I asked next, turning from pouring some of the soup into a pot on the stove.

Baby jellybean is a perfectly healthy little baby, dad beamed happily. Due on September 30th. Your birthday is September 4th, by the way.

We found each other on my birthday, I recalled, smiling at the memory.

Your sweet sixteen. I observed my dad doting over mom, affection in his every which movement as he tended to his pregnant wife.

I thought I was seventeen. I took a step backward, my nose wrinkling up.

You were born on September 4th, 2007, dad informed me with a crinkling smile.

I smiled, turning my attention back to the stove, where I poured soup into a bowl and plopped the heated burger patties onto buns, sliding the plates over to my parents.

You want anything on your burger? I opened the refrigerator and pulled out cheese, mustard, ketchup and a baggie of precut veggies, all which I handed over to him with a smile.

Thanks, sweetheart. The king then began to inhale his food, leaving me and mom to talk to each other by use of our hands.

My first prenatal appointment is scheduled for when I’m at ten weeks, she informed me. Baby jellybean is six weeks as of right now.

Wouldn’t it be something if baby jellybean is born on my birthday? I giggled, beginning to clean up the kitchen from my late night cookings. I was aware of dad sneaking ooey gooey kisses from mom every few seconds, and while I thought their love was sweet, I kept needing to remind myself that dad didn’t love mom fully, he just loved that she had given him three sons and a potential another boy. He never loved her like with my biological mother. but it was so easy to forget that watching them- he was so tender, so affectionate and likewise- she was so caring and so loving and so motherly to his children.

Hey mom, can you set me up with an OBGYN? I asked her all of a sudden. My periods are generally extremely unpredictable, and I hadn’t had one in about four months. Dad seemed to understand that we were talking about sensitive girl topics, so he quickly took to washing the plates and cookingware at the sink. I generally suffer with phantom periods, which is where I go through all the usual motions of a normal period, minus the blood and tissue exiting me.

Oh absolutely! she agreed almost at once, reaching across for my hand. Tell you want- I can schedule a dual appointment with my own OBGYN. Her name is Dr. Sarah and she has a little boy who is deaf, so she is fluent in sign.

I smiled at her, happy that we both accepted each other.

That would be awesome. I smiled at her. Thank you.

I can schedule a double appointment- Dr. Sarah can see me first so that you can see what all she’ll be doing, she offered me next. You should write down any questions that you might have- it’s what I do to make sure I don’t forget anything important.

Okay, I was incapable of wiping the smile off from my face. I think my irregular periods are due to the fact that I never really had the best diet. I would always eat what was cheap and easy to make, and I would often times not include fresh veggies into my diet- fresh veggies would have cost my arm and my firstborn child.

Ah. Mom looked at me with an odd look on her face, and I very quickly found myself hating the expression and never wanting to see it on her face ever again. Well, how about I get you in for a pelvic exam when I have my first ultrasound done up for the new royal baby? I nodded. Great!

I smiled as dad turned back around to face us, probably having sensed that we were both done talking about girl stuff.

Hey Rose, are the boys up in bed? he asked me, glancing over at the clock situated over the stove- 9:38 blinked in hot red.

I asked them if they want me to tuck them in, but they said no, I informed him, chuckling when he excused himself to go say goodnight to the boys.

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Just a really quick announcement-

I wil not be updating Tattooed Wings or posting new chapters to A Girl With No Name or Princess of Candy Coated Lies this next upcoming week (May 30th)

I will be attending a local comic con that weekend, however, I will update the following week. I apologize for the inconvenience.

[steele-soulmate]

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

Chapter 53

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: dirty talk, teasing, dirty dancing, grinding

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

WORD COUNT: 1226

“Hey sweetheart, you about ready?” Peter stuck his head into the bedroom, smiling at me as I was tying up my elegant combat booties.

“Give me a minute, my love!” I clucked, standing and going over to the mirror to look at myself. I had discovered that the flowers on my wedding headpiece could be removed, rendering the otherwise fancy headband to a thin strand of pearls. I had wrapped the band around the backside of my head, creating a youthful hairdo as I doublechecked that I was dressed approachably for the royal family’s new year eve party.

Tonight, I wore a pretty dark navy blue minidress with long sleeves and cold cut out shoulders, which the king had told me look stunning. Even though I would never wear something this sexy, I decided that just for tonight, I would wear this dress. I had paired the dress with black combat booties and a matching clutch that had silver dots painted across the dark blue fabric.

“Sweetheart, what’s worrying you?” I didn’t jump as he appeared behind me, looming a respectful distance away from me. “Do you want to talk?”

“I don’t know,” I fretted, following him as he took a seat on the edge of the bed. “I’ve never spent the night away from the twins before, so I guess I’m just a bit anxious.”

“Sweetheart, the twins are in good hands,” he told me, pulling me to stand in between his knees as he pressed a sweet kiss to my forehead. “Your parents are both good people- they love the twins and will keep them safe and loved while we’re off on our first date night.”

Our first date night.

Thrill raced down my spine and I couldn’t keep in the soft whimper that escaped past my lips.

Five more days until the king will fuck a baby into my womb.

The king chuckled, seemingly sensing where my mind had wandered off to.

“Down girl,” he chuckled, nudging me off to the side so that he could stand. “And now, we shall face the dawn.”

Anxiety gripped its ugly way into my chest.

“We ready now, my love?” I tittered nervously as he led me to the stairs that led down onto the main floor.

“I am, sweetheart,” he murmured, sweeping me into his arms right before stomping me way downstairs. “Let’s go.”

~xoXox~

I giggled as the king took a seat off in a corner, baring his teeth in a possessive snarl as he seized me by the waist and dragged me to stand in between his knees.

“Like what you see?” I asked him in a sultry tone of voice, twitching my hips teasingly and bursting out into laughter at the dirty look his gave me.

“Fucking tease,” he grumbled, reluctantly letting go of me when I told him that I was thirsty.

“Do you want me to bring you back anything, my love?” I asked him, giggling at the lazy finger flick that he offered me.

I skipped over to where food was presented on a table off in a corner, and I grabbed two bottled waters and made up a plate with random bits of offered food. I made my way back over to my husband, where I found him chatting to a young woman with an overexaggerated bustline and an unnatural waistline. I automatically felt self-conscious about my body, stained and marked from parenthood, and I automatically couldn’t help but ask myself why the king settled for me when he could have any other woman out there.

“Thank, but no thanks,” he said, his lips twitching up into an annoyed smile. “I already have a woman in my life, and she is standing right behind you with food.”

“Hihi, my love,” I meeped timidly, going forward with the drinks, handing him a water bottle and retaking my seat onto his knee.

“What do you have there, my sweetheart?” he asked me, clearly dismissing the unwelcomed woman, who huffed before stomping off.

“I grabbed a little bit of everything,” I shrugged, taking up a loaded potato skin and holding it up to his mouth. “Open.”

And so I sat on the king’s knee, feeding him in between chaste kisses- I fed him hot crab dip, French onion soup bites, guacamole and chips, bacon wrapped scallops, antipasto squares, pigs in a blanket, Reuben pickle bites and mac and cheese bites. He would smile brightly at me after he swallowed and bring me in for a dizzying kiss.

“I am really quite fond of these mac and cheese bites,” I confessed. “I wonder if I can make some myself at home.”

“I bet you can, sweetheart,” he told me, growling as an upbeat song began to play. “Do you want to dance?”

I smirked bashfully at him as I set our now empty shared plate of food off to the side, taking ahold of his hands and settling them onto my hip as I began to dance from where I was standing in between his spread knees.

“JESUS FUCK!” he bellowed, baring his teeth savagely at me as I had the time of my life. “Sweetheart… oh my woman… I love you… you and your wicked smile… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck… JESUS FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

With a final snarl, he went limp, yanking me into his chest as he panted hard.

“Jesus fuck sweetheart,” he whimpered, nudging my hand down to his crotch, which was sopping wet with his manly release. “You just made me cream myself!”

I only giggled as I climbed up to straddle his lap, knowing that no one would be able to see us canoodling in the hidden alcove where we were hidden.

“Oh you naughty boy,” I breathed shamelessly into his ear. “I need you to hold on- in five more days, you can mark me with your dick, yeah?”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…”

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 13, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler sneaks into a party at the royal mansion, she meets the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk. The powerful ruler man identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: extreme morning sickness, mentions of a family massacre (nothing graphic)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1313

I was inexplicitly clingy to my stepmother over the following week. My father was quick to take notice and didn’t make any comments, only smiling joyfully at the sight of the both of us growing tighter than thieves as the days passed by happily. I would hug her from behind, placing my hands casually onto her occupied tummy and just lean into her while she marinated meat or chopped vegetables or made chicken noodle soup, which was pretty much the only thing that she could keep down. Her morning sickness mostly struck in the late afternoons, right around the time that we both would start to make dinner.

How are you planning on telling my father? I asked her as she was brushing her teeth the day before my father’s birthday, having just spent the better part of twenty minutes violently sick.

I have a birthday card that I’m giving him tomorrow morning at breakfast, she told me nonchalantly, rinsing and then spitting into the sink. It says ‘happy birthday daddy- I’m still inside mommy’s tummy, but I can’t wait to -’ Here, she broke off once more, making a mad dash back over to the toilet in the half bathroom just off of the laundry room to puke some more.

I stood behind her, corralling her wild red curls into my hands and gently rubbing her back. I was concerned with the amount of bile that she was ejecting, and I wondered if she needed to go and see a doctor.

I tied her wayward curls out of her face and off of her neck in a messy knot with a hair tie that was kept around my wrist, looking up as my dad poked his head into the doorway.

My dad.

I had started addressing the king as my dad, and was immediately rewarded with a sweet smile from him aimed towards me. I had returned the smile and tucked myself into his chest in an affectionate hug.

What’s wrong? he asked me with worry in his eyes. Is Emily alright?

The both of us shuffled into the other’s spot, with the king tenderly cradling his wife as she was violently sick into the toilet. I saw his lips moving as he spoke to her, his eyes brightening at her response before he pressed a whiskery kiss to the side of her head, his hand wrapping around her and resting against her still flat tummy.

What can I do to help? I asked, unbothered by my stepmother spilling the beans on her birthday present for my kingly father.

I’m taking her to the urgent care, he announced with a grim face. All of Emily’s past pregnancies led to her having concerning morning sickness.

Do you want me to stay back with the boys? I asked, eager to help in any way that I could. I can finish up dinner- burgers broiled over the stove and French fries.

Yummy. My dad smiled at me stepping in to help as my stepmother seemed to take a break from puking. I quickly filled a bag with trash from the half bathroom trash can- spent tissues and a sad cardboard toilet paper roll and handed it to her for just in case she happened to have another case of the urpies while on the road. She just smiled up at me before dad began to juggle her and his cane.

Go downstairs and get the car started, I scolded him. I’ll take mom down after you.

Mom.

I let her lean on me as I guided her down the stairs and sat her into the passenger seat, tucking a heated blankie around her before waving them both goodbye.

When I returned to the kitchen, I found Oliver munching on some celery.

Where did mom and dad go? he asked me, offering me a stalk of celery.

Hospital, I answered, accepting the snack. Mom had had some awful acid reflux over the past few weeks.

What does this sign mean? he asked me, and I demonstrated the sign for acid reflux before fingerspelling it out for him. Oh, okay.

Yeah. I took over the meat from the refrigerator, which I then began to shape into burger patties. How have you been doing?

Honestly, it had been interesting adjusting to having an older sister, he confessed. It’s weird seeing dad so happy.

Had he never been happy? I turned the oven and the stove on, opening the freezer and taking out a giant bag of French fries, which I cut open and then set off to the side for the moment being. I got a giant sheet pan out, sprayed some olive oil onto it before dumping the entire bag out onto it.

No, I don’t think he’s really been happy since his first wife and their children were murdered, he told me with a nonchalant shrug. The only reason why he married mom and had my brothers and I was because if he didn’t have a male heir, then the throne would go to Brooklyn’s royal cousin in Slyvio. They’ve been wanting to exploit Brooklyn’s natural resources for centuries, and they’ve been caught doing shady dealings in their quest to gain control.

I nodded- Slyvia was off to the north of Brooklyn, and the country had been plagued with nonstop war for the past six centuries. A small gang of would be liberators wanting to free the people of Slyvia had been found guilty of the murders of my mother, my sisters, my little baby brother and the driver who had been caught in the crossfires. Their trial had been swift and merciless, and upon being found as guilty, the dozen men had been sentenced to death by firing squad.

Understood, I said as I began to broil the burger patties in the massively sized cast iron pan. I just wonder why the killers didn’t go after dad on that unmentionable day.

I was referring to that day when dad became a widower.

Dad has the case files of the trials in his office, Oliver offered me. He thinks that I don’t know, but he sometimes goes in there late at night and just cries.

My heart broke.

But basically from what I understand, dad and the rest of the family had swapped cars at the last possible moment, he continued to chatter as he poured a glass full with water and was sipping at it. He only blames himself.

The crack that was permanently infused into my heart only grew all the more bigger at his words.

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

Chapter 52

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 postpartum depression (nothing graphic)

WORD COUNT: 1213

I leaned my hip into the doorway and watched affectionately as Peter tucked Evie into bed, having already pulled off her shoes and tugged off her jacket. He tapped her nose affectionately before bending down and pressing a whiskery kiss to her forehead.

“Sleep well Evie,” he rumbled gently before tiptoeing over to me and smiling at me as he pulled out a baby gate that was built into the door frame. “I’ve been meaning to show you this hidden little feature that I had built into all the doorframe in the house.”

“It’s so wonderful!” I smiled at him, shouting out a giggle when he scooped me into his arms and began the short trek to our private suite. “My love, how is it that you have truly thought of everything?”

“It wasn’t my idea- Pamela had the exact same thing in her house,” he told me, humble as always as he entered our bedroom, interrupting Coco and Luna from their kitty scuffle on the bed. “She gave me the schematic and I was able to work it in. I was hoping that my soulmate would want to bless me with many babies of my very own.”

My heart started drumming faster as he settled me onto the bed, smiling gently at me as he disappeared into the bathroom. I heard him removing his clothes, and I knew that he was changing into his sleep clothes, and would soon enough be out dressed in dark gray sweatpants and a loose fitting green t-short and carrying my nightclothes, hairbrush and a hair tie.

Sure enough, he emerged with a sweet smile on his face, setting everything onto the bed before crossing over to the chest of drawers on his side of the room. He pulled out a fresh pair of panties and clean socks before coming back over to me, taking to his knees as I set my feet into his lap. I knew that my kingly husband got off on doting after me, and would often take care in choosing something comfortable and warm for me to wear to bed, helping me in and out of the day’s outerwear and holding my purse for me. He loved taking care of me, and in return, I loved him for it.

“What names do you like?” I asked him as he was tugging my boots off from my feet.

“Names?” he asked me, setting my boots off to the side and peeling my socks off next. “Names for what, sweetheart?”

“Names for all of the babies that I will bless you with,” I answered him. “I’m not fond of classic names like Mary and Anne- I’ve always thought that they sounded boring.”

“Well, I absolutely hate the modern names that people these days are naming their kids,” he grumbled, pausing as I unbuttoned and unzippered my jeans before easing my out of them next. “Babies will grow up to become actual human beings. Some of the cringeworthy names I’ve heard of give me the impression that they will have a difficult time looking for jobs.”

“I’m really not a fan of names like that, either.” I surveyed him as he tenderly removed my panties next, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to my belly button. “Your majesty, you like autumn, right?”

“That is right sweetheart,” he answered, sliding me into the fresh panties and socks. “Why? What’s on your mind?”

“Autumn Rose?” I pitched, my arms up as he peeled me out of my long sleeved t-shirt next. “Autumn Rose? Do you like Autumn Rose for a little princess?”

“It is a pretty cute name,” he hummed as he dressed me for bed in my dark green sleep clothes. “What other names do you like?”

“Thomas Jospeh?” I suggested. “Thomas Joseph for a son?”

“Not Peter Junior?” he pouted, setting me up crossed legged right in front of him.

“NO.” I shuddered, relaxing when he started to gently brush my curly locks. “I’ve always hated passing down family names- what a way to tell a kid that they aren’t allowed to be their own, individual selves!”

“I’ve never thought of it like that,” he confessed, pausing to gently tease out a snarl. “But you’re right- my father was Peter Williams and my mom is Annette Catherine. My eldest sister and I were given their first names and completely different middle names.”

I made a face, which he didn’t see. Luna came up to me, clearly seeking cuddles from her human mommy, which I couldn’t help but provide her with. Coco and Buttercup both quickly followed their sister, the three kitties purring loudly as they rubbed themselves all across me.

PUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUR

“Good kitties,” I giggled contently as Peter set my hairbrush down and began to carefully plait my curls. “My love, can our babies spend the first few months sleeping in our bedroom? I had horrible separation anxiety following the twins’ birth, followed with a bad case of postpartum depression.”

“One on condition.” He finished the braid and tied it off before draping the braid over my shoulder. “You allowing me to build the furniture for our babies- I’ve been crafting nursery furniture for my nieces for the past ten years.”

“But of course you can,” I answered him, giggling as he helped me to crawl underneath the covers, tucking me in tenderly before he turned off the light and got into bed next to me, tugging me to lay across his manly chest as he rolled onto his back. “I saw the furniture that you made for the twins- I really love all the hidden details you carved in. You want to know something, I bet you can sell furniture that you make and possibly turn it into a side hustle.”

“We’ll see sweetheart.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the corner of my temple. “Now, shut up. I’m tired and I want to sleep now.”

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 12, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler sneaks into a party at the royal mansion, she meets the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk. The powerful ruler man identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: discovered pregnancy

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1216

Hey Rose, can you please go empty the trash in the master bedroom? Sebastian asked me as the family was doing their usual chores. My father had cleaned the master bathroom and the bathroom that I shared with my brothers, the queen was cleaning the kitchen and dining room, Oliver was cleaning the classroom and the hallways, Christopher Robert was cleaning the sunroom and the TV den and Sebastian was hauling the trash out into the garage to be dumped into the trash can.

Yeah, sure I can. I smiled at him, grabbing a trash bag from underneath the sink and then trotting up the stairs.

It was already December 30th, and I had quickly found my place with my new family. I had woken up on Christmas morning to Sebastian poking at my face. When he noticed that I had woke up at long last, he grabbed me by the hand before hauling me out and downstairs into the sunroom, where a beautiful pine tree had been decked at the start of the month.

I had been spoiled rotten with a set of a set of a dozen knitting needles and crochet hooks, yarn in fun, bright colors, a top of the line bread machine, pretty headbands, scented Chapstick, and cookbooks ith delicious photography. I smiled happily, pleased with how my life had turned out since breaking into my kingly father’s old estate home.

I entered my father’s and stepmother’s bedroom, heading straight into the bathroom. I flapped over the trash bag before dumping the overflowing trash can into it, stooping to pick up the tissues and what looked like an unused tampon, to which I grabbed some toilet paper before grabbing onto it.

A frown crossed over my face as I glanced down at what was in my hand- was it a baby thermometer?

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My stomach dropped out of my body at the realization that I was holding a pregnancy test in my hand.

And not just any other pregnancy test.

A positive pregnancy test.

Queen Emily Marie Ratajczyk was pregnant.

The bathroom lights flickered at that moment, and I looked up to see my stepmother coming in with a gentle smile on her face.

You aren’t supposed to know just yet, she explained, reaching to take the test from me and then tuck it into a random drawer. You’re the first to know, after me.

Are you replacing me? The horrifying thought suddenly flooded my mind, making me dizzy with nerves.

What? No, never! My stepmother looked horrified at my train of thoughts and brought me in for an affectionate hug, pulling away to press a kiss to my brow. Your father and I would never replace you.

I felt an immediate wave of an unnamable relieved feeling wash over me at her promised words.

Does my father know? I asked her, eyeballing her still flat tummy. I speculated that she couldn’t have been more than a month and a half, maybe two solid months along, judging by her still flat tummy.

No, but the plan was to tell him on his birthday in five days, she explained, swinging our linked hands together. Do you think you can keep it a secret until then?

I was nodding before she had even finished speaking, giggling at the rather impish look she shot me when I felt the vibrations of my father’s cane striking the floor below me, telling me that he had just entered the master bedroom.

You can trust me, I told her, smiling at how happy my dad would be at receiving the news of his family growing by one more pocket just as my father limped to the doorway.

He smiled tenderly at the both of us, balancing a basket of freshly washed laundry on his hip. The queen and I both came out of the bathroom, me intercepting the basket as he shuffled into the bathroom and shut the door behind him.

What can I do to make this pregnancy easier for you? I asked her, dumping the laundry onto their neatly made bed and beginning to sort and fold.

I craved Nutella and fresh berries with my other three pregnancies, she confessed. I have a garden in the back, but I’ve been unable to tend to it over the past few month. Could you perhaps go out and check up on it at some point this weekend?

Of course, I answered, snapping the wrinkled out of one of my father’s t-shirts and then expertly folding it into a neat square and handing it over to be placed onto his side. I can do it right after dinner tonight, does that sound good?

She beamed at me, turning to my father as he reemerged from the bathroom, pausing to speak with his wife and then tenderly cupping the side of her face in his hand as he stooped down to kiss her temple.

He really does love her, I thought with a small smile, peeling a sock off from a pair of sweatpants. He doesn’t show it as clear as he did with my mom, but it’s still there.

When he left the master bedroom, the queen turned back to me.

Your father really wanted a little girl my past three pregnancies, she revealed. I really hope that this one is a little princess.

Why does he favor a daughter over a son? I asked her, moving onto a massive pair of sweatpants that belonged to my father, judging by the size of the waist.

He grew up with five older sisters, and he oftentimes jokes that he had five additional mothers, she sniggered good humoredly. That plus I also think that he wants to relive his life as a father to his four original daughters.

Ah.

That made sense.

Well, I don’t ever want to relive my childhood, I told her bluntly, finishing up folding the laundry and collecting the basket to my hip. It honestly wasn’t the best out there. Here, the queen sobered up as I left the master bedroom, leaving her to her thoughts.

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

Chapter 51

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: CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable

WORD COUNT: 1241

“Hi mom,” I greeted my mother. “Peter’s outside wrangling the twins- where’s daddy?”

“The garage,” she told me, looking up as the man of the hour appeared with splashes of oil dotting his old, ratty t-shirt.

“Oh, hello there, Molly Anne!” he greeted me jovially as he made a quick pit stop by the kitchen sink to wash his hands.

“Isaac, you know you can always do that at the sink in the laundry room,” mom sighed as Peter came in, Aria at his side and Evie in his arms. “It’s one of the reasons it was put in!”

“That sink has a clogged pipe,” daddy informed her with a shrug from his shoulders. “I’ll work on it tomorrow.”

“Do you want me to do that for you right now?” Peter asked as he rolled up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt. “I don’t mind any.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to!” daddy chortled, drying his hands off with a paper towel and then tossing it into the trash.

But Peter was shaking his head as he set Evie down onto the ground and disappeared into the laundry room with Aria tight on his heels.

“Well then, having a handy son-in-law is every father’s dream!” daddy chuckled right before excusing himself to go change into something nicer for dinner.

“The king seems like a good man,” mom commented as she began to wash the dishes.

“Daddy is a good man!” Aria yelled from where she was helping him. “He reads bedtime stories to me and Evie at night and he tucks us in at night and he gives us all of the hugs and kisses!”

Mom burst out into laughter while I sent my eldest daughter a mom look.

“Inside voice now, Bluebells!” I scolded her before returning my attention back to my mom. “But really though- my husband is a really good man.”

“That makes me so happy to hear!” she told me. “But then again, anything is better than that Bobby boy that you ran off with.”

I smiled awkwardly at her clear disproval and accidental misnaming, but I did not respond to her. I only hugged Evie into my side, cooing down at her as she curled into me.

“Damned right I’m better then him!” Peter rumbled from the laundry room. “I know when my women needs to take a breather while I wrangle the girls out into the backyard for an hour and I do the dishes in the sink after dinner! Did he do that? I don’t think so!”

Mom burst out into another round of rigorous laughter and had to turn the facet off and take a seat.

“Oh my lord, you and the king are a match made in heaven!” she chuckled.

“DAMNED RIGHT!” Aria screamed, my husband erupting in laughter at her incapability to censor her words.

My mom broke.

“Aria Hope Ratajczyk…” I sent her the mom look™. “I hope you’re happy with yourself, young lady. You broke your Nonna.”

“Yes! Mission accomplished!”

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“This is good ham,” Peter said to my dad as he helped himself to more food. Mom had dug out the massively sized cookie platter that matched the plates for the king’s bottomless appetite, much to the twin’s mirth.

“Thank you, my boy!” Daddy seemed to be so overjoyed at having a son-in-law to bond over doing manly man stuff with. “I used an old family recipe!”

“Which is just another way of saying he tossed the meat onto the smoker yesterday and then forgot entirely all about it,” I droned as I ate another spoonful of mashed potatoes. “Right mom?”

“Let your father have his moment,” mom scolded me.

Daddy just shot me a smug look, and so I felt compelled to stick my tongue out at him, causing for a look of utter shock to cross over his face. Aria and Evie both were sniggering at the playful relationship I had with my dad, and I caught the fond expression on my husband’s face.

“Molly Anne,” mom sighed exhaustedly.

“Daddy started it!” I ratted him out, Aria almost spraying her food onto the table at our banter.

“Molly Anne.”

I settled down as mom used the mom voice™. Aria was still laughing while Evie was grinning, and Peter was looking at me with loving worship in his green eyes.

“You woman, are the epitome of a wet blankie!” I grumbled, a smile quirking at the corner of my mouth at the rumbling chuckle from the king.

“Well someone needs to be, with you and your father causing mayhem all around the house!” mom shot off, setting her plate off to the side and patting her mouth clean.

Aria opened her mouth to say something, but-

BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP

She promptly hid herself behind her scarlet curls while her father and grandfather both broke out into roaring laughter.

“Sorry,” she meeped apologetically as mom started to buss the table.

“I’d take that to mean that the food was good,” was all that she said, pausing around my husband’s plate. He grabbed one final bread roll and crammed it into his mouth as he handed over his plate.

“You can leave the dishes in the sink and I can clean them for you, ma’am,” he offered after chewing and then swallowing. “I don’t mind- I do it for my sweetheart all the time.”

“He really does,” Aria said, rinsing the plates by the sink before settling them into the dishwasher.

“Yes, he’s a good man,” I hummed, taking the bread basket into my hand, smiling as he grabbed the tray where the smoked ham had one sat upon, bringing it into the kitchen to have the leftovers put into a smaller container to go into the refrigerator.

“Aren’t I a good man too?” daddy sulked, apparently feeling left out.

“I guess so…” I turned my back to him as I began to scrape the uneatables into the trash. “Mom did marry you.”

A snort escaped Peter as he began to wash the dishes, and I knew that he had fit himself into my family.

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 11, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler sneaks into a party at the royal mansion, she meets the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk. The powerful ruler man identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) mentions of child abuse (nothing graphic) mentions of child murder (nothing graphic)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1487

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The investigation was swift, only taking six days until one of the accused confessed to brutally assaulting children in various orphanages in the lower districts and named the others as accomplishes. Two committed suicide, one tried to end his life but his wife found him before he could croak, and the remaining five were tried, found guilty and sentenced to life being bars without the possibility of getting out. Their wives promptly filed for divorce, and were awarded with everything save for their ex-husband’s skin and teeth.

Along with the seven now ex-policemen, the keepers of the orphanage were collared for child abuse and child murder, once the decomposed remains of several small children were found in the backyard garden. The remaining kids in the orphanage were put into new homes within the middle to upper middle class neighborhoods.

My father was horrified when he walked through the orphanage that I had been calling home for the past thirteen years- only beds with thin mattresses were inside the cramped two bedrooms and there wasn’t any love anywhere in the too small house that kept sometimes upwards of forty kids at any given time. His clouded anger was only kept under wraps with the presence of the kids, all under the ages of twelve years, the younger ones toddling after him as he stomped from room to room of the tiny, three bedroomed house.

My father had gotten me into therapy with a deaf phycologist by the name of Dr. Bones, who was a sweet older woman with closely cropped grey curls and a dark complexion. She encouraged me to find something to pour my energy into, which ended up being collecting food from grocery stores and restaurants and stocking the near empty food panties in the lower income neighborhoods.

When asked about why I decided to focus on the route, my answer had simply been, I remember going days without eating, and I don’t want for another child to go through what I went through. It only took two or three days before every food pantry in the lower class neighborhoods were overflowing with food that was close to expiring and homecooked meals that had been made with love from the heart.

Queen Emily Marie had insisted that I come to live with the herself and her boys, and so when Sebastian and myself were discharged, we were taken to the queen’s personal estate, a six acre lot with a massive old French cottage styled home that was called River Mountain Cottage. My bedroom had the same furniture that had been in my old bedroom, and I discovered that my everything I ever owned had been brought from Green Fairy Manor. My bed had been made with clean bedsheets, a vibrating alarm clock and an interesting book on the history of fairy tales sat on my bedside table, notebooks, pens and ruled paper were neatly lined up on my desk and my clothes had been freshly laundered, folded and put away again.

My first night there, I was unable to sleep, so I spent a solid six hours familiarizing myself with my new home by poking my head into each room. I discovered that I had the room at the end of the upstairs hall, while my brothers inhabited the middle three bedrooms. The first room right off from the stairs was a massively sized toy room filled with a Lego brick station, little toy cars and what could only be described as a mad scientist’s lab. The kitchen was well stocked, with more than enough food to feed a well sized army- or my father and three brothers. I had discovered a whiteboard with the week’s planned meals- beef casserole stew, pizza muffins and a salad, and chicken and coleslaw, and I wondered if the queen would let me help out with dinner- I had found myself enjoying tinkering about in the kitchen back at Green Fairy Manor.

I had also discovered a room that I took to be where the young princes took their schooling, decorated in cheerful hues and with a giant school supply station that had lined paper, pencils, notebooks, pens among other such items.

Is Queen Emily Marie more of a housewife? I suddenly thought, pausing at a room right off of the downstairs’ stairs, finding a feminine office which I took to be my stepmother’s study. I took in the shelves that were neatly stacked with books and the tidily kept desk, making a note to ask if I could go in before turning to the next room, which was a little play area underneath the stairs, completed with a toy chest, a rug and a curtained door to keep out the real world if need be.

When I came to the master bedroom, a strong stench made me blanch before turning away from protruding anymore. I figured that the king and his queen would appreciate some alone time to conduct in their adult nighttime activities.

I didn’t get very much sleep the next few nights, passing the time by creating a makeshift blanket fort in my room and then reading with my cheery yellow blankie wrapped snug around me.

When Queen Emily Marie caught me dozing off during breakfast one day, I could only give her a sheepish smile.

I’ve never been able to sleep well after dark, I explained, stretching my arms up over my head. So I just busy myself doing homework or reading.

Would you like to bake during your insomniac times? Queen Emily Marie offered me with a sweet smile. I know how you feel- after my marriage to your father, I would also be unable to sleep, so I danced and baked.

Oh that’s right, you wanted to become a professional dancer, I recalled with a smile, noticing that my brother had retreated into the school room for their studies and that my kingly father had probably gone down into his man cave in the basement. Hey, can I ask how you became the king’s wife?

The king’s First Minister put out a call for young women in between the ages of eighteen and twenty four to become his wife and bare him with sons, she explained. My mother forced me to enter, and after four or five months of examinations and interviews, we were wedded and then shortly after our wedding night, I fell with Oliver.

I sat back and mulled over this new intake of news.

So you didn’t meet him before you were married? I couldn’t possibly imagine what she was saying was even true.

I was alright with him not truly loving me like with his first wife, she told me with a shrug. But as his wife, it was my obligatory duty to bless him with an heir. After I’ve done just that, I was given this property to keep as my own separate from your father’s land. It works for me to give the boys a stable life while he’s off being the nation’s king.

And what if you didn’t do that? I demanded to know. Why if you weren’t able to get pregnant, or if you only bore him with daughters?

Then he could either divorce me and remarry or marry off his daughters for hopes of a grandson, she told me in a frank tone. I didn’t like it either, but I honestly had no choice in the matter.

You always have a choice, I corrected her before leaving her.

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What will the kids do when they grow up? Like, I knew that Elizabeth will become a veterinarian, but what about Katie and the babies?

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hihi again, beloved anon! I don't have an anwser for the Ratajczyk triplets, but here's where I think the kids will go-

Elizabeth will become a veterinarian and will go to college at Royal Veterinary College of England,

Aria will become a stunt actress and will study Shakespearean acting at Julliard's

Evie will study art history at Gallaudet.

Katie will study game theory and criminal law at Harvard's and will become a judge.

Little girl will become a marine biologist.

Tommy will become something nurturing like a nurse or teacher.

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

Chapter 50

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

WORD COUNT: 1203

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

I stirred awake slowly, soft giggling coming from a surprise infestation of bedbugs, gently nudging their way in between Peter and I. I happily gave up snuggling my kingly husband to make way for the twins. I took a glance at the clock on Peter’s side of the bed- 6:57 AM.

Giggle giggle giggle giggle

“You want to know something girls, but if you wanted to surprise us, you epically failed,” I droned, sitting up. “Good morning, you two.”

“Good morning mommy!” Aria chirped happily as Evie curled herself under my arm for a good morning snuggle with mommy.

“Aria, be quiet!” I frowned at her. “If you wake your father up-”

“Too late.”

Peter sat up, a grumpy look on his handsomely bearded face.

“Who dares disturbs my slumber?” he grouched, welcoming Evie in as she sought out all the cuddles from daddy. “Aria…?”

“Sorry daddy,” she meeped apologetically.

“Well…?” he asked her, reaching up to scrub at his eyes with the heal of his hand. “I should only hope you have a good reason to waking your mommy and I up at such an ungodly hour.”

“It’s Christmas!” she announced excitedly.

Peter could only grunt as he slowly woke up.

“Me and Evie always snuggle with mommy when we wake up,” Aria continued to chatter aimlessly as the king woke up slowly. “As how the three of us shared the same bed way back when. It was cramped, but it’s what we grew up with.”

“Ah.” Peter gave out one final stretch before getting out of bed and beginning to do pushups on the floor. “Are you girls excited to start up at a new school next week?”

“Me and Evie are scared,” she confessed. “What if we don’t make any friends?”

“Well then, you will have each other!” I shot her a look that clearly displayed my dismay at her not thinking what I was thinking. “Aria, Evie, listen to me now girls- you are the daughters of King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn. The other girls will probably want to get to know you better and invite the both of you over to their houses for play dates. You will not go without peers; I can guaranteed you this much.”

“I’ll hold you to that, deal?” Aria told me in a deadpan voice, getting a chortle out from her daddy.

“Alright, that does sound like a deal,” he said, standing up. “Now, do my girls want to go downstairs and see what Santa got them?”

~xoXox~

The house was full of happy squealing and laughter as I made breakfast in the kitchen- waffles, eggs, hashbrowns and bacon. I would look out into the sunroom and catch sight of the girls engaging in a wrapping paper fight and teasing my husband’s royal kitties with ribbon from their gifts.

I paused, pressing my hand to my flat tummy, imagining a royal Ratajczyk baby growing safe and warm in my motherly womb.

“Nine more days,” I hummed quietly. “Nine more days until the king can fuck a baby into my tummy.”

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW

I paused in my task and poked my head into the sunroom, seeing the girls with a penlight tormenting the royal kitties. Skidding, bumping, sliding, running into each other, Luna, Coco and Buttercup gave chase relentlessly to the ever elusive red dot, and I giggled.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW

An amused cackle exited my lips at the sight of the king, nursing his mug of straight black coffee, an affectionate smile on his face as he watched our daughters frolicking about.

MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEOW

Buttercup jumped over Coco, colliding with Luna as the red dot came to a rest on my husband’s foot.

“JESUS-” Peter swore as the kitties’ sharp claws dug into his foot.

“Girls! That’s enough now- stop tormenting the poor kitties!” I scolded as I piled the last of the waffles onto the platter, setting it onto the kitchen island along with the eggs, hashbrowns and bacon. “Speaking of which, breakfast is ready now!”

“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY…” cheered Aria as she led the stampede into the kitchen, where the girls pulled out their seats before taking their seats as Peter pulled my chair out for me.

“Looks delicious, sweetheart,” he commented before sitting in his chair, filling his girls’ plates first before doing his.

“My love, the girls are perfectly able to help themselves!” I chided him as we all settled in to eat. “You don’t have to baby them!”

“Oh, hush now, woman of mine,” he told me as he began to cut up a waffle into bit sized pieces. “I don’t mind helping them- as long as they’re under our roof, I shall always offer them help with whatever they’re doing.”

“So in other words, you’d be old and grizzled and you will still help the girls put ketchup onto their burgers?” I asked him, squinting my eyes at my kingly husband.

“Yes.” His nostrils flared out. “Now deal with it, woman.”

I squinted my eyes at his dark glower, but decided to keep my comments to myself.

“Mommy?” Aria asked me, quickly swallowing her mouthful of food. “Did Santa come for a visit last night because we have a daddy now?”

My heart dropped at her words, and I found myself at a loss for how to respond.

I took in a shuddering breath of air, nibbling at my lip as I thought of how to answer.

"I did the best I could with what little resources that I had access to at the time." Was I beginning to cry? “Sometimes, Santa is unable to visit- the apartment we lived in didn’t have a fireplace or a flat roof for his reindeers.” Perfect!

“Oh,” she said, turning to translate what I had responded with to her sister. “That makes sense.”

I breathed out when she turned her attention back to her breakfast.

That was close.

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 10, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

A Girl With No Name, chapter 10, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler accidently meet the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk, the powerful ruler identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, who was thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic)

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1030

I woke up slowly, letting out a loud groan as my eyes fluttered open. I found the room to be dimmed, with the lights low and the curtains pulled shut. I turned my head and smiled woozily at the sight of Prince Sebastian, knocked out and nestled into his pillow with a plush bunny at his side to keep him company.

I rolled over and found a plush wolf pup had been tucked under my blankets, and a sleepy smile crossed over my face at the realization that perhaps Crown Prince Andrew Oliver or Prince Christopher Robert had decided to supply me with something to cuddle with during the night.

Just then, I felt someone enter the room, and I turned and saw that it was Dr. Phillips, who came over to me after drawing the privacy curtain tighter between my brother and I.

Hello, your highness, she greeted me, bringing over a chair to sit in. How are you doing?

Alright, I shrugged, wondering if she had brought in an interpreter for some reason or other earlier on when I had first met her.

The hospital is required by law to do so, yes, she confirmed when I had asked her. But I came by to ask you about the heavy amount of scar tissue that I discovered on your uterus while I was exploring you in looking for the perfect place to cut.

Here, I clammed up and refused to meet her eyes.

What happened?

I began to shake- from chills or nerves, I did not know. But the nightmares were boiling me alive.

From time to time, policemen would visit the orphanage. I was not aware that I was signing to the sweet tempered woman. They would beat us, rape the pretty girls. I fell with child at least six or seven times, and so I was forced to perform an at home abortion with a wire coat hanger. I’m in no financial or emotional place to bring a child into the world.

Dr. Phillips looked absolutely horrified, telling me that she would place a prescription in for medication to help ease my painfully heavy and extremely unpredictable periods, which she hypothesized were because of said scar tissue. She also told me that she would like to conduct a pelvic exam to get a full picture of what she saw during the operation earlier.

I agreed, and asked that she not tell my father.

Unfortunately, due to the level of traumatic scar tissue, I have to tell him, she broke it down to me gently. I can also send in a request to have a Hysteroscopy performed during your next pelvic exam, that will remove some, if not most of the scar tissue.

I think my next period is due to start sometime soon, I informed her, shifting in my bed where I sat. Can you please see to it that I have some menstrual pads before then?

Of course, she smiled, looking up as the king entered toting flowers and a happy smile, which died away at the somber weight in the room.

Rose? he asked me, setting the flowers down and then standing at the foot of my bed. I did not look up as Dr. Phillips informed the nation’s king of her findings, my fingernails leaving biting indentations in my palm as I began to breathe heavily, trying to quell the tears from falling down my face.

Rage

I whimpered at the sensation of absolute raw rage that swept into the room, and I curled myself into a tight ball and refused to look up at my father, cowering away from this dangerous man as he spun around and stormed out of the room, huffing through his nostrils.

He’s now calling Queen Emily to come down and talk to you, Dr. Phillips informed me. He is enraged- not at you though. He wants to know if you can supply him with names.

I quickly scrawled down the names of the policemen who would visit the orphanage every four to six months, giving it to her who then took it outside and gave to the wildly puffing and snarling king.

What’s going to happen to them? I fretted, not moving from my position on the bed.

Well, they did rape a member of the royal family, Dr. Phillips broke down in a gentle way. I will need to do a full workup and then give the Kings’ Guardsmen the evidence, and then hopefully, justice can be served.

I nodded, still not looking up as she flitted between tending to me and my brother and my furious father.

I’m sorry, I thought, closing my eyes as exhaustion took over me. Guilt was weighing heavily on my heart, making it difficult for me to breathe. Even though I felt safe physically and emotionally in my hospital room, I still felt extremely on edge and was anticipating something happening sometime soon.

I’m sorry.

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

Chapter 49

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

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

STORY WARNINGS: panic attacks, depression, praise kink

WORD COUNT: 1143

“Your family spoils them so,” I told Peter in a soft voice as he was tucking Evie into bed, having already pulled off her shoes and jacket before tugging the blankets up over her. His only response was to let out a soft grunt as he pressed a whiskery kiss to her temple, cupping her cheek for a moment as he told her to sleep well and that she was safe. He then stood and came to me in the door, pausing before leaving.

“Goodnight Evie,” he told her from the door before dimming the lights and exiting, having already tucked Aria in. “And as you were saying, sweetheart?”

“Your family seems to be unable to follow a simple boundary,” I pointed out in a dry voice, following him to our private suite on the opposite side of the house. I knew that I shouldn’t been acting upset, but the giant pile of presents packed away in the back of the king’s minivan had me blanching yet again. “Do forgive me for being unhappy, but it is entirely unnecessary!”

“I completely agree with you, sweetheart.” much to my surprise, he agreed with me as we entered our shared bedroom. “Do you want me to have a family meeting and tell them that we’ll be donating much of their gifts to charity?”

“Yes please, my love,” I told him as I stripped off my sweater and false collar, dumping everything into our shared laundry basket. “Could we also give them the chance to return their gifts? I don’t want them to feel like they just wasted their money.”

“Of course,” he agreed. “Hey, can I jump into the shower really quick? We can resume out conversation after, alright?”

“Alright, my love,” I hummed, smiling as he quickly stripped himself, tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper before jumping into the shower and turning the water on.

All of a sudden, a crushing weight made my knees buckle, and I pressed my hands into the counter, gasping for air as my mind flicked almost inadvertently to the cold, dank past.

“Sweetheart?”

I scrambled to find something to reground myself back to reality, finally settling on the hand towel that was situated on the edge of the counter. A choked sob was ripped from my chest as I collapsed onto the floor at long last.

“Sweetheart.”

Just then, something was holding me.

Safe.

I am safe.

A little whimper escaped me next as I curled into the burly chest that was holding me.

“Oh sweetheart, my sweetheart, it’s okay, do you hear me now?” Peter rumbled, clearly concerned over my sudden lapses in reality.

I was silent as he swiftly dried himself off, wrapping his towel around his waist before scooping me into his arms and carrying me into our bedroom, where he settled me onto the bed.

“Sweetheart, are you alright with me changing you for bed?” he asked me gently, tracing the finer features of my face.

I nodded mutely.

“Can you use your words please?” he chuckled, helping me to sit up again.

“Yes,” I whimpered, practically purring when he went into the bathroom and remerged with my pajamas, a fresh pair of underwear and socks. He then began to tenderly strip me from my clothes, murmuring soft words of love as he stripped me nude, pressing a whiskery kiss to my temple before dressing me in clean panties.

“I love you, my sweetheart,” he reminded me, looking up from slipping my feet into clean socks. “I have always love you, even before knowing what soulmates are.”

I know you love me and the twins.

“Damned right,” he snorted as he fitted my legs into my pajama pants. “Hey sweetheart, can you please lift up your hips for me?” I did as he asked, getting a “Good girl” out from him. I decided that I liked hearing him praise me, and I knew that I now had a new kink.

Peter quickly fitted me into my top, tucking me into bed before disappearing into the bathroom to change into sleepclothes, comb out his damp locks and brush his teeth. He came back out about fifteen minutes later with my comb and a hair tie in hand and began to brush out my curls.

“Sweetheart, do you want to talk about what you’re feeling right now?” he asked me as Luna jumped up onto the bed and moseyed over to me, clearly seeking out some love from her humans.

MEOW she said, rolling onto her back and allowing me to stroke her stomach as she lazed about.

“Raising the twins as a single mother was lonely,” I confessed in a soft voice, cooing as he quickly swaddled me in blankets before going over to start a fire in the fireplace. “There would often be moments when I would need to take a step back and just ask why I was doing this. But then, I would look at them, and I would remember that I am their mother.”

Peter smiled at me, heading over to flip the lights off before returning to climb into bed and snug me in tight to his manly body.

“But I still suffer from dehabilitating depressive episodes,” I continued, suddenly felling silly for my dark train of thoughts. “It’s not just the Molly Anne Harper Show anymore.”

“Think more along the line of The Peter and Molly Anne Ratajczyk Show,” he hummed. “I love you sweetheart. Don’t you ever forget that, yeah?”

Yeah.

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A Girl With No Name, chapter 9, King Peter Steele & Long Lost Princess Daughter OFC, Modern Royalty AU

SUMMARY: When teenaged misfit outcast and street thief Ecatherina “Rose” Harkler accidently meet the nation’s king, Peter Ratajczyk, the powerful ruler identifies the sixteen year old girl as his long lost daughter, who was thought to have died with the rest of his family after a failed assassination attempt on his life instead claimed the lives of his loved ones. Stripped of her teenaged identity and thrown into a world of pretty dresses, undercutting words and unwanted security, Rose uncovers a plot to murder not only her father in cold blood… but herself as well.

CHAPTER WARNINGS: hospital antics

CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1122

Two weeks later, and I was now at the Royal Saint Petersburg Hospital, prepped and ready for the surgery to give my little brother one of my kidneys. Dressed in a set of blue sweatpants and a yellow crop top, I was trying to finish reading my book on history of Ancient Greece.

The king had told me that due to the lack of rooms with single beds, that I would be sharing a room with Prince Sebastian. I had expressed my comfort with this, trusting the hospital staff to make certain that I would be kept safe and warm.

I had brought with me a soft sherpa blankie in a happy shade of poppy yellow and my fuzzy wuzzy bunny slippers- both random gifts to me from my father when I had scored a high 84% on my geometry test. Miss Flora had told me that I was well onto my way of graduating from my junior year of high school ahead of schedule, to which she then gave me the choice of getting an extended summertime break or getting a head start on my senior year.

The lights of the room flickered a few times and I looked up to see my father carrying his sickly son and his wife with her arms draped around their other two sons. I smiled sweetly, setting aside my now finished book as the king settled Prince Sebastian onto the bed stationed just across from me. I tucked my legs underneath me and drew my blankie up over my shoulders.

Queen Emily Marie smiled at me before leaving her family to come and speak with me. She paused a few feet from me and reached out for my hand.

You’re very pretty, she stated. You look just like Mary Claire did when she was your age, or so the pictures that my family kept says.

You really think so? I asked her, letting go of her hands to grab onto my ankles and rocking forward. I honestly think that I just look like myself.                     

She chuckled, the twelve year old crown prince wandering over with a sketchbook tucked under an arm. He leaned into his mother, staring at me with our father’s dazzling green eyes before flipping open his sketchbook and beginning to draw. My face crinkled up into a genuine smile as I watched his pencil dart about the page, bringing life to the otherwise blank canvas.

When did he tell you? Queen Emily understood what I was saying almost at once.

He told me about twenty minutes ago that the doner for little dumpling’s kidney was his youngest daughter from Mary Claire, she confessed, chuckling at the outrageous expression of disbelief that crashed onto my face. He told me that he wanted to keep you to himself as long as possible.

Inexcusable. I removed one of my fuzzy wuzzy bunny slippers and threw it at the king’s head, gaining his attention, where I then began to go off on him, clearly indicating that I was not pleased with him. Sure enough, he only just remained silent and took me scolding him like a champ.

Prince Christopher Robert was staring at me with admiring eyes, and so I had to reign down my use of the English language as not to give him any creative ideas. I was still yelling at my father as a doctor stepped into the room before leaving again, her face comically mixed with comical emotions.

By the time I had to pause to rest my wrists, the three princes and their mother were all chortling softly at the picture of their tall and well-built father being chewed out by little old petite me. I knew that my father could overpower me and inflict some serious harm if he wanted to do so, but I trusted him enough to love me and protect me from those who would wish to do me harm.

At that moment, the doctor returned, this time with a young woman who looked to be her daughter.

Hello, my name is Dr. Phillips, and my husband and I will be heading the princess’ and the prince’s surgery, she introduced herself, the interpreter’s hands flying at a neck break speed. My husband will be in charge of the prince’s surgery and he will be in as soon as he finished the lecture that he was asked to present at the medical school. The prince will be rolled into an operating room once I’ve successfully removed the agreed part of the princess’ kidney that’s going to the prince. The both of you will not be rolled in at the same time, the goal is to keep the donated kidney as fresh as humanly possible, as how we want to give bacteria less time to develop and grow.

Here, she handed both the prince and I permanent markers, with the instruction to mark up our bodies to let her know where herself and her husband were and weren’t supposed to place the scalpel before leaving with a promise to return to collect a full medical history from our family.

I drew a circle onto my skin, adding cut here and look here only before I got bored and continued doodling and writing- saying you won’t get my appendix and not my heart you bastards!

I was having way too much fun.

I lifted up my crop top to let the queen write on my befreckled skin, my whole family giggling as I settled myself underneath the blanket.

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Chapter 48

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 house fires (nothing graphic)

WORD COUNT: 1305

Eleven days.

Eleven days until King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn would claim me and brand me as his wife.

“Sweetheart, are you home?”

I blinked my way out from my thoughts, blushing a bright pink when I realized that my husband was tapping my nose.

“Hello there, my sweetheart,” he chuckled before leaning in to peck at my nose. “Boop.”

“Are we here yet?” I asked him, anxiety flooding my veins once more as he unbuckled my seatbelt, lifting me out of the car before settling me onto the ground, where he snugged me into his side underneath his arm as he locked the minivan. The girls quickly came up to either sides of us- Aria on his right and Evie on my left, the twins latching onto our hands.

Queen Annette the elder had invites the king and I to bring the twins to the small family Christmas celebration that was held every year at the royal palace. I had responded by setting a few clear rules- Aria and Evie could receive only eight presents each, each present cash value no more than one hundred dollars.

“The girls will also receive presents at my parents’ house!” I had reminded her.

She had laughed at my words and told me to- as she put it- “As the kids these days say, you need to chillax.” I had giggled at her attempt to act “in” but did not say anything at all, knowing that she would use her position as the girls’ beloved Granny to get away with spoiling the girls for their first Christmas with their beloved father’s family.

I had told the girls that we may need to donate some presents that they would receive, to which they had agreed.

I think I will become easily overwhelmed, Evie confessed as we were walking into the palace from the private underground parking garage. What will happen then?

“Evie…” The king paused for a moment, taking to his knee so that he could communicate better with hid deaf daughter. “If you become overwhelmed at any point whatsoever, you can tell me and I can take you and your sister outside into the garden for a little bit, okay?”

I smiled as Peter spoke while he moved his hands, knowing that he wasn’t confident in signing in complete silence just yet.

When we entered the palace, the scent of sugar cookies and hot chocolate slammed into my nose, making me immediately feel like we were all welcomed. Peter led us towards a sitting room, the girls being offered cookies by a passing footman.

“Peter!”

I smiled at the cheery atmosphere, naked Christmas trees with heapfuls of brightly wrapped presents stacked underneath, the table in the back piled high with cookies, fudge, brownies and other such sweets, the thick cluster of Ratajczyk womensfolk surrounding the queen where she sat in a comfy chair with her cane off to the side. I sent the girls off after telling them in a firm voice that they were only allowed four sweets each.

“Hey there, Cathy!” Peter stooped to give his older sister an affectionate hug. “How’s the girls?”

I watched as the twins went over to join their royal cousins, immediately being asked to teach them a bit of BSL to communicate with Evie.

I smiled as the Princess Felicity offered me a chocolate chip cookie, accepting it and beginning to slowly munch at it as I took in the excited calm in the room.

I dared a glance over towards the girls, and found that Evie was cradling a tiny baby, the Princess Harper close by with a hand on her popped out tummy, the Princess Pheobe watching over her baby as the kids played with the tiny human.

Evie was giggling as the baby reached out and grasped onto her loose blonde curls, settling back with a soft babble, and I couldn’t miss the look of awe and love in her soft brown eyes.

“Mommy, daddy, when will you two have a baby?”  Aria surprised me by asking us. I shrank into my husband’s side as everyone zeroed in on my husband and I, already starting to feel self-conscious as they began to silently judge.

“Aria, don’t be rude!” Peter chided her gently, immediately dismissing the question with the frown in his forehead.

The queen coughed softly, drawing everyone’s attention over to the Ratajczyk royal matriarch.

“Now as an old family tradition need to be followed- this tradition started three hundred years ago during the reign of King Joseph the III and Queen Anne I.” The queen’s voice, while soft, still reached the corners of the room. “This family tradition started when the Queen brought in a group of children from the local orphanage after the great purge. The orphanage had been burnt down to the ground and the children needed a warm place to sleep. The queen, having grown up in an orphanage, opened the palace for them and had the children decorate the trees in the great hall. Tonight, we will continue that old tradition by having the royal children decorate these two trees in the room.”

I nodded- the great purge had been a dark period in Brooklyn’s history where crime had been rampant- businesses were broken into, residentials had been set on fire, muggings had been a plenty- however following the untimely death of King Jospeh II and the crowning of his eldest son, King Thomas I, the new king had cracked down on the criminals and quickly restored Brooklyn back to it’s peaceful beginnings.

I chuckled as the kids swarmed the boxes of decorations that were set in a corner of the room, watching as Aria stepped into her natural role of leader and began to boss everyone around.

“Let’s put the bigger ornaments of the bottom and the smaller ornaments up top!” she said, setting the five year old Princess Belle hard to work at separating the ornament hooks from the bag of tossed together ornament hooks, quickly kicking the group into action.

“I didn’t know that Aria is a natural leader,” Peter murmured into my ear, having taken a seat on the couch directed behind him and tugging me in to take a seat on his knee.

“She gets that from her father,” I muttered, pecking a quick kiss onto his cheek before returning my attention back to the mayhem and chaos before I realized what I had just said. “Sorry, my love.”

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