SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
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Princess of Candy Coasted Lies
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
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.
Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 642, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
CHAPTER WORD COUNT: 1400
“And we’re home again!” I hummed as everyone spilled out of the Doom Buggy 3.0 and began to straggle upstairs towards bed. Peter had texted Ryley and asked her to be on alert for the delivery of one Thomas Jospeh Ratajczyk, who had been knocked out via medication for the ambulance ride into New York. Before we had taken off, the family had dropped by the hospital for a quick visit, and little girl had given little brother Tommy his beloved dollie to snuggle with for the journey.
“Yes, we are sweetheart,” Peter hummed exhaustedly as Daisy went upstairs after her pack of furless puppies. “Tomorrow, I can take the family to Mercy Memorial to visit with Tommy, and then afterwards, I’m meeting up with Gideon to get the ball rolling on suing that dog’s owners.”
“Understood, my love,” I acknowledged his rage and fatherly worry with a gentle hum, reaching out to settle my hand over his tightly curled fingers. “Will you be meeting with Gideon at his home office, or will he come to the house?”
“Neither- he’ll be meeting up with me at the hospital,” he told me, bringing my fist up for a series of soft, whiskery kisses. “He also went ahead and let the rest of the family know about Tommy’s battle scars.”
“Ah, okay then.” I felt sudden relief before immediately feeling guilty. “Well, no doubt at all that our family chat would have exploded when we’ll check it in the morning.”
“Okay,” he smiled as I ran into Elizabeth, who had let Daisy out before heading upstairs for a shower and then bed. “Hihi Elizabeth- how are you doing?”
“Not well,” she confessed as she leaned into me. “Will Tommy be alright?”
“He will be perfectly fine,” I reassured her with a gentle hum as she wrapped her arms around myself before I realized something. “Elizabeth, you are now taller than I am!”
“What?” She pulled away to investigate. “Nooooooooooooooo…” she whined before slouching. “I don’t want to be taller than you!”
I chuckled at her dramatics as Peter came up, telling us both to go upstairs and get ready for bed; he’ll let Daisy back inside when she was ready to come in again. I dropped her off at her bedroom before going to the master bedroom located on the third floor.
I groaned as I sank into my well-deserved bubble bath, warmth enveloping me as I relaxed and felt my muscles untensing. My head lolled backwards and my eyes shut as I momentarily drifted off into restless sleep.
The next thing that I was aware of was someone unplugging the tub and turning the overhead shower on to wash away the bubbles that had come to stick upon my befreckled skin.
“I’m sorry sweetheart,” Peter apologized in a gentle rumble. “it’s already two in the morning and I really need to shower now. I’ll dress you for bed before tucking you into our bed. also, the Ratajczyk family bedbugs had come in to spend the night with us.”
Sure enough, little girl, Baby Noah, Baby Eve, Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy, Baby Jojo, Elizabeth, Elle, Katie and Ning were all tucked into the center of the massively sized bed, sound asleep as Peter and I both smiled knowingly at one another.
“Might as well let them spend the night with us,” Peter shrugged simply as he tugged up the covers up over me. “I really wish that I could take away their anxieties and fears.”
“I feel the same way, my love,” I whispered as I turned onto my side and cooed as the babies immediately came for a nighttime snuggle with mommy. “I’m going to go to sleep now, my love.”
“Goodnight sweetheart.” I didn’t need to look to Peter to know that he was smiling. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Just shut up and go to sleep,” Katie grouched just then. “I’m trying to sleep over here!”
Peter and I both contained our sniggers of mirth as he disappeared into the bathroom to take a shower.
~xoXox~
“Hihi Tommy!” I greeted the groggy little man the next morning, leading the charge into his hospital room. “How are you doing today, you brave little man?”
He looked up at me with his face covered in heavy bandaging and let out a distressed little whine, answering me as his siblings came pattering in with drawings for his tasteless hospital room walls.
A nurse came in right after them, and with a sweet smile, began to tape up their drawings. Little girl limped up to me and threw her arms up, demanding to sit on my knee. Her tiny little girl green casted foot was covered with scribbles from the family and friends from school and faire.
“Hihi, Tommy!” Elizabeth greeted him as she entered his room, wearing Isabelle’s kitty backpack with Mittens and Primrose stashed safe and sound away inside. “How’s my little baby brother doing today?”
MEOW Mittens looked concerned as Elizabeth shut the door and opened the backpack, letting the motherly cat and her baby skunklet out. Primrose wandered over to where the babies had congregated while Mittens jumped up onto the bed and curled herself into a purring kitty ball next to Tommy.
“Hihi Mitties,” Tommy slurred as he laid there, unable to really do much of anything. “Good kitty.”
Knock-knock-knock
Mittens leapt from the bed, seizing Primrose around the scruff of her neck and dragged her skunk baby underneath the bed. I casually draped the bedsheets to fall over the bed and conceal the family pets as a young faced nurse entered the room, pushing a cart of bandages and wraps.
“Hello, I need to change Tommy’s bandages,” they announced with a quiet hum as Baby Jojo crawled under the bed.
“Go ahead,” I told them, looking up as Peter and Gideon both entered the sterile room just then. My big brother was dressed casually in jeans, a graphic T-shirt and bright green converse sneakers, his strawberry blond curls swept to the side messily and his car keys twirling on his fingers.
“Hihi Giddy,” I greeted my big brother as the babies swarmed at his feet, all eager to greet their uncle.
“Hihi Mary Claire, hihi babies!” he chuckled as he dropped down to a knee to greet his beloved nieces and nephews. Eventually, he stood back up, with Baby Jojo and Baby Noah under an armpit each and Baby Teddy hanging from the back of his neck. At his feet, Baby Eve and Baby Mattie both took up their positions on a foot each, causing me to take a quick snapshot of the adorable moment.
@Mary_Claire_Ratajczyk_Official, the babies and one of their favorite uncles! with @therealpetersteeleoffical at @mercymemorial
I'm particularity proud of chapter 647 of Tattooed Wings- I can't wait for everyone to read it!
also, I'll be in San Diego from July 21st to July 27th for Comic Con! I won't be updating in the time I mentioned, but I am planning on double posting as an apology!
Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU
Chapter 72
SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. but what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?
A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it
CHAPTER WARNINGS: mentions of racism
WORDS: 1208
“Eleanore?” I called out, rapping my closed fist onto the partway opened door. “It’s me- I ordered some stuff for you. Can I please come in?”
“Sure.”
I frowned at the shy hesitation in her voice as I opened the door, coming in with the sealed box from Amazon. I found the girl on her bed, her baby blankie wrapped around her shoulders as she got to a point on her GameBoy where she could stop. I set the box and scissors onto the bed, pulling up her desk chair up to talk to her.
“Eleanore, I’m going to schedule the twins for a hair trim and shape up within the next two weeks,” I told her gently. “I’d like to talk to you about what you look for in a salon when you’re styling your hair.”
“I’ve never been to a black hair salon before,” Eleanore confessed, hugging her knees underneath her chin. “Mommy always did my hair- she was working as a hair stylist when she and daddy were dating.”
My heart pinged at her affectionate title for my kingly husband.
“That plus black hair salons cost a lot of money,” she continued, moving to the parcel. “What did you get me?”
“Why don’t you open it and find out?” I told her, smiling as she pulled out a moisturizing night cap, heavy duty hair pins and hair ties for black hair, a hair brush and set of eight combs set for black hair, a set of two silk pillowcases, and a picture book of black hair styles for young girls.
“Thank you,” she thanked me politely, standing and dumping everything into her shower caddy, which held bathtime essentials. “You’re really nice to me.”
“You expected me to me mean to you?” I asked her, halfway fearful of what her answer would be.
“Honestly, I thought you would treat me like Cinderella,” she confessed, opening the book that I had purchased for her. “You are daddy’s wife but not my mommy, and you have two daughters who are not my sisters. I was expecting you all to treat me differently because I’m mixed raced.”
My heart broke into tiny pieces at her words.
“Eleanore, no, I would never treat you like that,” I vowed to her, reaching across to cup her chin. “I’m not like that- the twins aren’t like that. We aren’t like that. Racism is just wrong.”
She wouldn’t look at me.
“Who treated you unjustly?” I asked her in a soft voice.
“My child services officer,” she confessed. “Her name was Connie, and she told me that daddy wouldn’t love me because I’m not white like him or you.”
I saw red.
“Well, Connie was wrong.” My voice was icy as I struggled to not get mad. “Eleanore, you are a very much loved and wanted member of the family.”
She finally met my eyes and cracked the tiniest of smiles.
“Now, do you want me to choose a salon for you, or do you want to help me?” I asked her, diverting the conversation back to square one.
“I’ll help,” she meeped, following me into my study, where I quickly showed her the six black hair salons that I found. After reading through the reviews and glancing at the list of services provided and their costs, she finally decided on a salon that was just around the corner from where the twins were going to have their hair shaped up.
After I had successfully scheduled an appointment for Eleanore on the same date and time when the twin’s would have their hair appointments, my mommy senses dinged, telling me that Peter was back from picking up the twins from school for the day.
“Brace yourself for an incoming!” I laughed, spinning around in my chair and standing just as Aria and Evie spilled into my office, the redheaded sister chattering at a billion miles an hour.
“Mommy mommy mommy mommy mommy! Gues what? Guess what?” Aria chattered excitedly, brandishing a flyer into my face.
Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies’ annual father-daughter dance, it read, stating the date of the event, the theme, the prices, the rules and the requirements needed to attend the dance.
“You girls want to go?” I asked them.
“Can Eleanore come with us too?” Aria begged. “Please?”
I scanned the flyer- only girls enrolled at Saint Claire’s are permitted to attend the event. A small smile creeped over my face at how much the girls were including her into their lives.
“Well, it says here that only currently registered students at Saint Claire’s are allowed to attend,” I told them both, using my voice and fingers to communicate. “So, let’s look at next year, okay?”
“Okie dokie!” Aria chirped excitedly. “Can you make me and Evie dresses to wear?”
“Sweetheart, I don’t mind buying the twins pretty dresses to wear to the dance,” Peter interjected with a gentle hum, coming into my office and taking a seat in a metal folding chair.
CRACK
A startled scream flew out past my lips as Peter fell to the floor, pieces of the broken chair creating a rather comical scene.
“DADDY!” screeched Aria and Eleanore, Evie promptly bursting into worried tears.
“Are you okay?” The girls’ faces were willed with terror as they swarmed their fallen father.
“I’m good now girls,” he chuckled, welcoming them in for all the cuddles and affection. “Don’t fret, don’t fret. Although I’ll need to buy mommy a new chair- so terribly sorry about that, sweetheart.”
“Just as long as you’re not seriously injured, my love,” I hummed, my hand flitting over my still mostly flat tummy, my thumb rubbing a gentle circle into my covered skin.
Soon you both will be born into a crazy with love family, I thought as I watched Peter standing up, collecting the broken pieces of what once was a metal folding chair. Soon.
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 641, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
WORD: 1156
Peter and I both arrived at the hospital twenty minutes later, rushing up to Tommy’s room, where we were met by a vast greenhouse of flowers and a small toy store of plushies, apparent gifts from Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers.
The room was all but empty as a nurse scuttled in, telling us that Tommy needed another surgery at once, so he was taken to an open operating room.
“You have our okay to save our son,” Peter rumbled before taking in the otherwise crowded room. “Now before you go, can you please explain the story here?”
“Oh, these deliveries came since early this morning,” the nurse said with a smile. “Tommy is certainly a very popular little boy!”
“He is, yes,” I hummed as I was reading a card, wishing Tommy a speedy recovery. “Oh, my love, this person has a soup business in Downtown Brooklyn and wants to know if they can hand deliver some specially made soup for the family!”
“Yum,” Peter hummed as a doctor- this one being a middle aged woman with comically bright blue hair- came into the room after gently rapping on the open doorframe to grab our attention.
“Hello, my name is Doctor Yam, and I am a pediatrician plastic surgeon,” they introduced themselves with a sweet smile. “I was brought in to answer any and all questions that you might have.”
“How soon would Tommy need to wait until he’s ready to receive plastic surgery?” I inquired. “Also, I thought that the doctor said that they would be doing plastic surgery with the first procedure.”
“Given the damage and amount of scarring, I’d be comfortable recommending to wait about twelve to sixteen weeks before having the cosmetic plastic surgery done,” they explained in a gentle tone of voice. “Also, I looked over Tommy’s file, and I do believe that what the doctor was telling you is that he won’t have much scarring afterwords following the first procedure.”
“Oh, okay.” That made sense as I read another card, this one being in a foreign language that I didn’t know. I snapped a photo on my phone before using the reverse search function on Google. The note read, Carry onward and remain strong, brave little warrior in Norwegian, and I smiled at the idea that people from all over the world were uniting to show their love from the delightfully chubby little man. “Next question- how is Tommy going to be transported back to Brooklyn? The Doom Buggy 3.0, wee yoo wagon, floo powder…?”
“You’re asking the wrong person about that,” they confessed with a chortle at my Harry Potter reference. “But I can go and ask the doctor- I do believe that he’s off his shift in about seven minutes-”
“Go and hunt them down!” Peter ordered as he mosied up behind me. “Hihi there, sweetheart.”
“Hihi there, my love,” I smiled up at him before turning to the flowers. “My love, can you help me find all of the notes that came with Tommy’s war prizes and bring the flowers to the nurses’ station? I do think that the other patients would like to receive a little flowery goodness today!”
“As my sweetheart commands of me,” he told me before lumbering off to do as I had just asked of him.
The both of us met up once more with cards stacked neatly in our hands, which I had Peter settled into my purse-like basket, with the intension of creating a mass post up on my social medias, expressing many thank yous and warm hugs to people who had wished Tommy a speedy and healthy recovery.
Then, the both of us began to transport much of the flowers and toys out to the nurses’ station, telling them to distribute them among the other patients. I decided to keep a large bouquet of wildflowers and a little pale green elephant wearing a Type O Negative band t-shirt for Tommy to smuggle with.
~xoXox~
“My love, are you planning on taking the people who owned that dog to court and suing them for his medical costs?” I asked him later on as Tommy was returned to his room.
“Yes.”
My spine shivered at how dangerous and enraged my husband sounded.
“I’ll make them pay for Tommy’s medical procedures and then some,” he glowered. “It is not our responsibility to pay for their fuck up.”
“Indeed not.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes as I took in tiny little Tommy, wrapped seemingly from head to toe in bandages. “Poor little man.”
“Sweetheart, thankfully Daisy protected her puppy,” he reminded me. “I think Bitty will try to get her certified as a service dog.”
“A service dog for who though?” I questioned as the both of us took to sitting on either sides of Tommy.
“A family service dog, I don’t really know how that works,” he confessed as he offered our son a hand to squeeze.
“I think Elizabeth can best train Daisy to be her own personal service dog,” I explained as Tommy gave out a tiny whimper as he slowly woke up. “I mean, can one person have nine jobs simultaneously and be effective? Or even adequate?”
“Ah, good point sweetheart,” he hummed thoughtfully. “Nine different bosses, nine different individual task requirements…”
“Yeah, plus Daisy would be able to go places where most other four legged family members cannot go,” I added in, brushing the side of Tomy’s face as his hazel blue eyes fluttered open at last. “Hello there, mommy’s little man!”
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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU
Chapter 71
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
WORDS: 1275
“Hey there now girls!” I greeted the twins and Eleanore after the queen had dropped them off at home again. “How was your day with grammy?”
“It was really nice!” Aria bubbled happily. “The three of us shared a tub of popcorn at the movie theater, and after we went out and got coffee and visited the Red Mouse Nest Book Shoppe!”
“Ah fun!” I eyeballed the giant bag that Aria toted. “What books did you get?”
The girls gleefully showed off their new books- Aria had dual books on engineering, Evie had two books on building a fairy garden and growing fruits and flowers and Eleanore had a thick book on developing video games and a thinner book on the history of vintage video games.
“Fun!” I hummed, watching as the three girls bounded upstairs to put their books away. “Hello again, queen mother.”
“Hello again, Molly Anne,” she greeted me, stepping into the house and handing me unwrinkled receipts. “The girls all wanted to pile their books together into one purchase.”
“Ah, okay,” I hummed, accepting the slips of paper that she offered me- one to the movie theater in downtown Brooklyn, one to the Red Mouse’s Nest Book Shoppe, and one to the Lemon Café. “Were the girls good?”
“They were, yes, although Eleanore seemed uncomfortable at times,” she confided in me as her driver came up from the driveway, where he had been answering a phone call. “Now do tell me how your visit to your therapist went.”
Peter had lied to her and told her that after me weekly appointment with my therapist, we would go out for lunch as a quick date day for the both of us. He had reassured me that his mother would not be angry at us for lying to her, but I still felt guilty none of the less.
“It was good, we’re working on banishing many of the harmful habits that I took up more than a decade ago,” I lied before redirecting our conversation. “So Eleanore was uncomfortable? Did you ask her why she felt that way?”
The queen didn’t have time to answer as the twins stampeded back downstairs again with Eleanore following behind at a much slower pace.
“Where’s daddy?” Aria demanded, bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. “We want to ask him what he wants for dinner tonight!”
“I think he’s in his office, packing to do some cleanup and organization,” I answered, smiling as the twins girls raced up the stairs with Eleanore trailing not too far behind.
“Molly Anne, will you and Peter enroll Eleanore into therapy?” my husband’s mother asked me bluntly. “I do believe that it could be extremely beneficial for my granddaughter.”
“Peter is currently right in the middle of getting her enrolled on his medical plan,” I told her. “Also with that, he will take her to see an allergy specialist and an ear nose throat doctor to see about getting her inhaler onto his insurance plan.”
“Ah, okay then,” she hummed.
“Would you like me to summoned my husband for you?” I asked her.
She nodded.
I went over to the stairs, tossed my head back and let out a resounding “WHOOT WHOOT”
An amused laugh fluttered out from the queen when my husband began to stomp down the stairs, Aria and Evie on either hip and Eleanore clinging to his back, the four laughing all the way down.
“Sweetheart, the girls are making steak, man taters, and a big, leafy green salad for dinner tonight,” he announced, chuckling as he gently helped the three down and watched as they all scrambled off into the kitchen.
“But my love, it’s three in the afternoon, it’s a bit too early to start making dinner,” I pointed out.
“Aria and Evie are going to show Eleanore around the kitchen,” he explained with a deep chuckle. “The three of them are getting along just fine.”
I could only let out a soft hum as I walked over to him and pressed my smaller womanly self into his hard, muscular body, almost breaking out into happy purrs when he wrapped an arm around me, effectively pinning me tightly to him.
“I love you sweetheart,” he murmured gently, raising a hand to the queen as she excuse herself to leave. “You are my woman.”
And I love you too my love. You are my king.
“Damn right,” he smiled happily, saying goodbye to his mother before guiding me up into his office, which was littered all over with packed boxes, taped and neatly labeled in green Sharpee.
“Wow, I never knew that it was so spacious in here,” I commented in a soft voice as my attention was drawn to the large window that overlooked the backyard.
“Yeah, well shortly after having this house built, I decided to move into it as my main estate as a point of reference,” he confessed with a chortle, bending down to pick up a box and take it out into the hallway. I began to help by taking books from his massive bookcase and set into them into an empty box on in his desk chair. “So… I was thinking that we could put two cribs in here, one on either side of the window with a changing table in between under the window.”
“And maybe a rocking chair over here in the corner?” I suggested, gesturing over to a corner where a tiny bookshelf had been stuffed and had thick textbook in appearance books. “I think we can paint this bookshelf white and then lightly distress it- unless you don’t want to give it to the babies.”
“Nonono sweetheart, it’s fine,” he chuckled. “And I also understand that you want to have the babies sleep with us in the master bedroom for the first few months?”
I nodded.
“I’m currently hashing out a plan to build a baby bassinet big enough for the new babies,” he explained, falling to a knee and then cupping at the side of my face with love in his green eyes. “I have about half a dozen ideas, and I-”
“My love, do I smell smoke?” I interrupted him, the both of us looking momentarily dazed as the house’s fire alarms started to beep before Peter went tearing downstairs.
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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU
Chapter 70
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
WORDS: 1192
“Volia!” I said as I neatly folded Blankie three days later, being certain to fold back the corner with Eleanore’s name and birthdate carefully embroidered onto the comfort item. I had sewed a yellow backing, quilting batting and then Blankie itself, using blue and pink cotton to neatly fill in the gaps and ragged ends before edging it with pink bias tape.
I set the bundle onto Eleanore’s neatly made bed before leaving her bedroom, smiling as I pressed my hand to my slightly popped out tummy.
By this point, almost a solid ten days had since passed since discovering the incoming of Baby Ratajczyk and Peter had scheduled me to a prenatal clinic on the outside of downtown Brooklyn and were both getting ready to go to our first appointment together. But first, I wanted to set my finished project onto my stepdaughter’s bed.
“Sweetheart! We ready to leave yet?” Peter called out just then, pulling me out of my thoughts as I bounded down the stairs.
The girls were with the Queen Annette the elder and would enjoy a day of being spoiled with sweets and love. I had given the girls of one hundred dollars each to spend on snacks at the movie theater, where the queen mother of Brooklyn would treat them to a showing of Disney’s live action adaptation of Cinderella.
Peter led me out to the garage, where he packed me away into his family sized minivan before smoothly pulling out and quickly getting onto the freeway and heading into town.
I was unable to hide the giddy smile from my face as I impatiently wriggled in my seat, settling with a squeak when my loving husband positioned his hand onto my knee, silently telling me to calm down. I covered his hand with mine, practically preening as he gently massaged his thumb into my knee.
I wondered if I was carrying a little girl or a little boy.
Twenty minutes later, Peter had parked in the parking lot of a small maternity clinic and we both were inside, filling out paperwork and answering questions from a sweet faced nurse. At this point, I was around nine weeks of pregnancy, if my calculations were right, which I hoped they were. Math had never been my best school subject.
“Alright, this will be cold!”
I cracked a smile as the doctor squirted the gel onto my naked tummy, getting a squeal of surprise out of me. Peter could only chuckle from where he was kneeling next to me, our hands entwined as the screen lit up, displaying a messy blur.
Peter’s smile only blossomed bigger as he gazed at the result of our love for one another.
“Hello, my child,” he murmured as the doctor was moving the wand around.
“You have twins, am I right my lady?”
“Aria and Evie,” the king hummed, seemingly unable to tear his eyes away from the screen. “And I have a daughter from a past relationship, Eleanore. The three girls will be the best big sisters.”
“Well, it appears that Lady Molly Anne is pregnant with twins again!”
“Twins?” I whimpered before beginning to cry.
“Sweetheart? Hey sweetheart, can you stop crying?” the king nudged his nose at the patch of skin behind my ear. “Please?”
“I can’t carry twins again,” I confessed. “My love, the twins took everything out from me when I was carrying them- I can’t go through that again.”
“Sweetheart, oh my sweetheart-” Peter smiled gently at me as he wiped my tears from my face. “I won’t permit you to do this alone. Whenever you walk, I will walk alongside you- if you need me to carry you, I will happily do so. I will not allow you to do this alone. I want to be your cheerleader. Will you permit me to do just that for you and possibly so much more?”
I couldn’t help the tears that were flooding down my face at this wonderful, kind, sweet, handsome king that I was honored to call mine.
“Yeah,” I breathed as the doctor finished her examination, printing out pictures for the both of us before leaving to give us time to ourselves. “Yeah. Okay. Let’s do this together.”
He only smiled brightly at me, cradling the side of my face in his hand as the doctor left the room, having concluded the appointment and giving us both the time that we both needed to collect ourselves once more.
“You ready sweetheart?” he asked me after wiping my tummy clean, his hands working tenderly and gently as he made me ready for the world once more. I could only smile up at him as he scooped me into his arms and cradled me close to his chest, treating me just like a small child as he went out to the lobby, where he scheduled my next appointment for two weeks out and then carried me back out to the car again.
“Peter?” I asked him, feeling a sudden rush of energy. “I’ve always wanted a mermaid themed nursery for a little girl for whatever reason. What kind of theming do you like for the babies’ bedroom?”
“Well, I’ve always thought that green, nature inspired nurseries were the prettiest,” he confided with a chuckle. “When do you want to tell the girls?”
“Can we keep the twins home from school and we go to the clinic for my next ultrasound appointment as a family?” I suggested as he came to a stop at a red light. “Then after, we can go out for lunch?”
“That sounds absolutely perfect,” the corners of the king’s eyes crinkled up as he directed my hand to his mouth for a whiskery kiss.
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 639, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
WORD: 1262
“And we’re here now!” Peter rumbled as he pulled into the archer’s encampment at Sherwood Forest Renaissance Faire. The Friday setup was in total pandemonium as people pitched tents, gave chase to their littles, and took short water breaks.
“Little girl, can you please keep an eye on your little siblings?” I requested of her as everyone spilled out and began to unload the Doom Buggy 3.0, pulling out plastic tubs, the two family tents and furniture to be assembled.
“Okie dokie, Mama Wen Wen!” she chirped eagerly before herding the Ratajczyk babies off to the playground with Daisy trotting happily at her side.
“Alright now girls, let’s get mommy’s and daddy’s tent up first, and then afterwards, we can set up your tent; does that sound like a plan?” I hashed out as I was unrolling the tent canvas. Elizabeth and Katie were both wrestling with the tent poles, while Peter was doing rough calculations in his head as he eyeballed the family’s two plots of tent space- this year, instead of being next door neighbors, we’d be right across from neighbors.
Twenty minutes later, and the Ratajczyk parents’ grand marquise tent had been pitched, and Peter was inside assembling the bed. The babies would be camping inside in the little “room” that would be separated by a canvas curtain. They would all be tucked into one spacious cot; the room having belonged to big sisters Elizabeth and Katie before they graduated to their Big Girls Tent.
“Okay now girls, do you need any help with your tent?” The girls had a small wedge tent, petite in size and perfect for two regular sized cots and two little trunks to be placed at the foot of each cot.
“I don’t think so mommy,” Katie answered me, wiping sweat from her forehead with her arm.
“Okay then,” I hummed presently, lugging the three empty tubs back over to the big tent to be placed into storage. I grabbed a green Gatorade from the packed cooler and went over to Peter to offer him a quick pick me up. “Hihi my love.”
“Hihi sweetheart.” His handsome face crinkled up in delight as he finished putting the slats in and fitted the mattress onto our bed. “Do you need help making the bed?”
“Not really, no, but feel free to help me!” I told him, smiling as he went into a trunk and came up with freshly washed bedsheets and pillows for the both of us. “Gramacy, my love.”
Peter only smiled at me as he began to help me with the fitted sheet and the flat sheet, leaving me to deal with the pillowcases and the quilted coverlet.
We were both pushing the tubs that had stored the tent canvas underneath the bed when an ear shattering scream rang out from the playground. We both looked at each other before tearing out from our tent, where we both found Baby Mattie and Baby Teddy with scratches on their faces and arms and Tommy with a mauled face and arms. Daisy was barking and snarling as she stood in front of her puppies, the crumpled form of a large breed dog a few feet away.
“I’m a nurse, I’m a nurse!” yelled one of the parents, rushing over as other adults were taking their children away.
“Oh my god, sweet babies!” I cried, my eyes landing on where little girl had herded Baby Noah, Baby Eve and Baby Jojo off to the side.
“Mama Wen Wen, the doggy just came out from nowhere!” little girl said, her voice cracking as tears were rolling down her sweet dimpled face. “Tommy pushed the babies out of the way!”
“Whose dog is this?” Peter thundered, worry and rage making his voice terrifying as someone else said that they were on the phone with 9-1-1.
Tommy’s screaming had since dried down into whimpers as he sat curled into a tight ball, quivering violently from pain as i got down onto my knees and then promptly scooped him into my arms, quietly crooning as I rocked him in my arms.
“It’s alright now, sweet little Tommy,” I promised him as an ambulance was allowed in through the back gate and skidded to a stop. “It’s alright now. You’re in good hand now.”
~xoXox~
“Poor baby,” I winced as the surgeon was describing Tommy’s injuries. Upon arrival at the local hospital, Tommy was rushed into surgery to close the vicious open wounds on his face and arms. I had volunteered some of my mommy blood for him, as how the chubby little six year old man had lost almost half of a pint of blood during the attack. Elizabeth had put the call out for more type O negative blood for her little brother on her Instagram stories, and the hospital blood donation center was flooded with Type O Negative fans and PeteClaire shippers eager to donate for a good cause.
“Yes, well the good news is that once everything has healed up, there won’t be much scarring,” the surgeon told us with a smile. “I also had to get in touch with Child Protection Services about the dog attack, as per law, so they’ll send someone by at some point to do a check in.”
“Sweetheart, animal control has the dog who attacked Tommy,” Peter announced in a hollow tone of voice, tucking his cell phone back into his back pocket. “It is most likely that the dog will be put down and that the owner will face some time behind bars as well as pay a fine. The officer who I talked to told me that we can sue the owner, if we would want. But Tommy and the babies will still need rabies and tetanus vaccines just the same I’m not taking any chances with my boys.”
“Can Tommy be transferred to Mercy’s Memorial in Brooklyn?” I inquired next up. “I have family that can check up on him while we’re here in town, and Peter has a niece who is a doctor there.”
“I do believe so, and I can check in with that,” the surgeon said before leaving with a squeeze to my shoulder.
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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU, Chapter 69
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
WORDS: 1377
It was so hard keeping the pregnancy a secret, but I was able to explain away certain things, such as-
Morning sickness? It was heartburn!
Feeling tired? I didn’t sleep well the night before as how I was reading a really good book!
I was peeing a lot? I had begun to drink more tea to try and flush out my systems!
And so on, so forth. Luckily, the girls didn’t seem to notice me getting in new clothes and shoes or me avoiding seafood like the plague. Aria had walked in on her father making a crib, but he had lied and told her that the crib was for someone else.
In the meantime, I was slowly starting to bond with Eleanore, starting with baking chocolate peanut butter brownies with her at midnight to letting her borrow my childhood Trixie Beldon books.
I knew that Eleanore wouldn’t warm up to me overnight, and I respected her taking her time getting to know her father’s wife better.
“Eleanore, I understand if you don’t want for me to be your mother,” I told her while I was tucking her in for bed one night. “But will you allow me to be your friend?”
Her smile was all the response that I needed.
~xoXox~
“Okay, is there anything else you need?” I asked Eleanore, pausing before I checked out of shopping online for Eleanore. In my cart were jeans, long sleeved and sort sleeved t-shirts, sweaters, underwear, sundresses, camisoles, socks, two pairs of converse shoes and bandanaed headbands.
“When will I start school?” she asked me timidly.
“Not until the fall,” I told her with a gentle hum. “You will go to Saint Claire’s Academy for Young Ladies. The twins go there, and so your father and I both think that sending you there will be beneficial. Registration has already closed for the school, and the twins only got in this late because Queen Annette the elder called in a favor at her Almer Mater. Peter and I won’t test our luck and ask to enroll you this late into the school year.”
“Okay.” She relaxed a bit more. “Will I need to wear a uniform to Saint Claire’s?”
“Yes, but we can order your uniform when the new school year grows closer,” I told her in a reassuring tone of voice. “I’m getting the feeling that you will sprout up some and put on a bit more weight between now and September.”
Eleanore had gained probably about five pounds in the first week since she arrived at Green Leaf Hall and was beginning to fill out her tattered, falling apart at the seams clothes. I had held off on asking her if she needed any clothes, noticing that she carried a tattered baby blankie with her everywhere she went.
“May I?” I asked her, holding out a gentle hand for her baby blankie, which she handed over hesitantly. “Oh my- this is falling apart! Would you like me to show you how to patch this up?”
“Would you really?” she breathed, brightening up. “You won’t destroy it?”
“No, never!” I gaped at her with horror in my eyes. “Eleanore, I would never do such a thing. I promise you.”
A shy smile crept onto her face as I examined the scrap of fabric.
“I will need to add in more fabric to repair these holes,” I continued to prattle on. “Go and have a look at my fabric stash and pick out fabric that you like, okay?”
She went over to the shelf that housed much of my fabric stash, a bright turquoise blue cubicle housing scraps of fabric from the dozens of little sewing projects I had done since moving into the small estate.
I frowned at the layers of dirt that coated her beloved blankie, and I decided that the first order of business would be to draw a gentle bath and soak the baby blankie for twenty minutes before gently wringing out the excess water and carefully scrubbing using an old toothbrush and a generous amount of Oxiclean.
“Can you have Blankie ready by bedtime tonight?” Eleanore asked me in a slightly more bolder tone of voice. “I’ve never spent a night without it.”
“I’m afraid that repairing Blankie won’t be a simple case of stitch and sew and then wham bam presto!” I explained. “I would like to give Blankie a bath and gently scrub away the dirt and grime. The whole thing should take two or three days, tops.”
“Oh.” Here, Eleanore looked sad. “I’ve never spent a night without Blankie.”
“Well, I think you can go to bed with Blankie each night, you’ll just need to be careful,” I told her, chuckling as she decided on letting me work on her much beloved Blankie, tailing behind me as I went downstairs into the laundry room, where I filled a collapsible bucket with cool water from the work sink. I dumped in a healthy cupful of Oxiclean for delicate before submerging the baby blankie.
Twenty minutes later, I dumped the bucket and brought it with the blankie inside into the kitchen, where I had Eleanore find me an old toothbrush. I carefully wrung out the comfort item before spreading it out onto the kitchen island over a towel.
I had showed Eleanore how to carefully scrub her Blankie, not being able to hide my smile at witnessing her joy and determination at cleaning her Blankie all by herself.
“Mommy had my name and birthdate embroidered into this corner,” she told me, showing me the fading Eleanore Sage Harkler, September 4th. Her birthyear was faded to the point where I couldn’t make it out, only the faint whispered of where it had been.
“We share a birthday,” I revealed. “September fourth. Your father and the twins also share a birthday- January fourth.”
“Oh,” was all that she said, focusing entirely on her task at hand. “What did you do you your birthday last year?”
“Nothing really,” I shrugged. “Your father brought me flowers and the girls made pizza from scratch. Then Peter surprised me with a book on Egyptian mythology and the girls made me a little teddy bear.”
“And what did they do for their birthday?” she asked next, moving the toothbrush to a different area.
“Well, the girls went to school, and Peter and I both spent much of the day reading out loud to one another and working on little house projects,” I lied. “And then, just before the girls came back home again, we all went out to Tenny’s Burgers for dinner and went to a small sweets shop for desert before returning back home again, getting changed into our pajamas and then watching a movie. Really easy, nothing big and fancy.”
“Just the way the family likes it?” Eleanore asked.
“Just the way the family like it,” I confirmed, flitting my hand up against my still flat tummy.
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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU
Chapter 68
SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. but what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?
A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it
CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.
WORDS: 1179
“And now, we wait,” I announced, setting the four pregnancy tests onto the bathroom counter before curling up into my husband’s kingly warmth from his spot in the tub.
“I really want you to be pregnant sweetheart,” Peter confessed with a chuckle, his hand on my flat tummy.
“As lovely as it would be for me to be pregnant this shortly, I don’t think the family is ready,” I confessed before quickly explaining my thoughts. “Eleanore is the recent addition and I don’t want her to feel like she’s being overwritten in favor of the new baby.”
“Ah okay.” He pressed a whiskery kiss to the top of my head. “But what if you are pregnant?”
“What else is there to do my love?” I checked my phone and saw that only nineteen seconds had passed. “I will love our little jellybean with everything I have. No exceptions.”
“But if you aren’t pregnant, what then?” Peter’s hands began to wandered about me, clearly indication the frisky mood that he was currently under. “If you aren’t pregnant, then how long do you want to wait until we try again?”
“Not until Eleanore feels more at home,” I said sternly. “Poor dear is already a bundle of nervous energy while she tries to discover which role she’ll fulfill while living here.”
“She’ll play the role as the reining king’s daughter,” he said in a fierce tone of voice. “Sweetheart, she’s technically the nation’s princess.”
My stomach dropped.
“Even having been born out of wedlock?” I asked in a breathy whisper.
“Even having been born out of wedlock,” he confirmed. “She’s currently not in line to inherit the throne after I die though. But I’ve been writing a new law to be passed on introducing adopted children of the royal monarch to princehood and princesshood. It’s just waiting to be passed and then the twins can also be deemed as royalty. So technically, Aria is next in line, followed by Evie and then Eleanore, in that precise order.”
“My love, with the girls need to come out to society as a matter of speaking?” I fretted, nibbling at my lower lip.
“Not if you’re not comfortable with it,” he told me. “The most that will happen is that the daily newspaper with say something like their royal highnesses, the Princesses Aria, Evie and Eleanore and then so on and so forth.”
“Oh okay,” I agreed with a hum, glancing down at my phone again.
34 seconds remaining
“Sweetheart, I love you,” bubbled out from the king all of a sudden. “I love how you’re an incredible mother not just to the twins, but also to Eleanore. I love how you allow them to be independent and give them space to explore and discover, but yet at the same time how you’re never too far away to defend and offer love and kisses.”
“I can only try my hardest,” I shrugged, moving to grab the four tests from the counter as my phone let out a cheerful chirp, indicating that the two minutes had since passed.
I took a deep inhale of air in through my nose and held it as I held the collect of tests up.
++++
PREGNANT
+
YOU ARE PREGNANT
“Oh my god.” Tears began to bubble in my eyes as I turned and buried my face into his chest.
“We’re pregnant,” laughed the king, joy and love oozing from every visible pore. He tugged up my t-shirt and beamed down at my tummy. “I love you little jellybean.”
I was smiling so wide that my cheeks felt like they were going to split as Peter swept me to nestle against his chest as he stood and left the bathroom, tucking the tests into a random drawer on my side of the double sink vanity. Peter tucked me into bed, a happy smile threatening to never leave as he doted over me.
“My love? Can you hold off on telling the girls?” I asked him as my eyelids began to droop. “I just really want the family to focus on Eleanore for a while.”
“Of course I can,” he told me, peeling back the blankets over on his side of the bed before getting into bed as well. “I’ll also want to get you in for a prenatal doctor’s appointment soon. I want to be certain that my baby is growing safe and warm with all ten fingers and all ten toes.”
“It’s a bit too soon to see the baby’s finger and toes to count them my love,” I pointed out dryly, mewling as I wriggled myself into his burly chest. “You won’t be able to see to count the royal baby’s fingers and toes until week twelve, if I remember correctly.”
“Oh. Right.” he coughed back his clear embarrassment. “Well, you’ll have to teach me all about how to care for you as your pregnancy progresses. I want to know everything. Like, what did you crave with the twins?”
“Fresh fruit like berries,” I told him as sleep started to overtake me. “But I wasn’t always able to afford it so I would go to bed with my cravings keeping me up. And when I was able to splurge a little bit, I would get a giant big bag of fruit then savor it. I would be able to make a bag of mixed berries last at least a week.”
“Well sweetheart, I will purchase get you all the berries you’d want,” he reassured me, sweetly kissing my temple. “I insist- let me pamper and spoil my woman, yeah? You are carrying my child. I love you sweetheart.”
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Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 638, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU
SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?
STORY WARNINGS: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character, injured baby, kidnapped child
WORD: 1144
Once little girl was safe and settled in at the Ratajczyk house, I began to prep for dinner- breaded chicken breasts, vegetable soup and seasoned bread rolls. In the meantime, my clingy husband demanded my pussy and kisses.
“OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH YES DADDY JUST LIKE THAT JUSTLIKETHAT…-” I gasped as my pussy spasmed, milking my husband’s cock dry as we both orgasmed at the same exact moment of time. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…!”
“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK…” Peter snarled, his hand cupping the back of my head delicately as he begun to furiously jackhammer his naked cock in and out of me at a breakneck speed once more. “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS “I love you.” KISS
“I love you too, my love,” I mewled breathlessly, my head lolling backwards and giving Peter the chance to pepper my skin with hungry kisses.
“Papa Pete? Mama Wen Wen?”
Peter pulled away, pressing a sweet kiss to my temple while he was righting my panties and stuffing his cock back into his jeans. Just in time too, as how the small child wandered into the kitchen just then, her little clothe dollie clutched tightly in her hands.
“What’s for dinner?” she wondered as she came up to us and held up an arm, clearly demanding to be picked up.
“Hello little girl!” Peter crooned as he bought the girl in for a quick cuddle with her beloved godfather and mommy.
“We are having breaded chicken breasts, vegetable soup and seasoned bread rolls for dinner tonight,” I hummed, gently tracing the delicate features of her tiny baby nose.
“Mama Wen Wen, chickens have boobies?” she asked me innocently, causing for Peter to wheeze. “Do chickens give their babies mommy milk too?”
“Oh no little girl, chicken do not work like that!” I chuckled as she squinted at me, flicking her slender braids over her shoulder before resting her head onto my shoulder.
“Why not?” she meeped curiously.
“Chickens don't give milk because they are birds, not mammals, and therefore lack the necessary needs to produce milk,” I told her. “Only mammals can produce milk to feed their young.”
“Oh.” She frowned slightly before deciding that she understood my explanation with a little shrug of her shoulders. “Okay.”
I pressed a motherly kiss to her temple before getting down and beginning to start of getting dinner prepped to pop into the oven.
~xoXox~
“I can’t wait for faire!” little girl was chattering happily as we all sat at the dining room table. “It’s going to be so awesome!”
“What will be so special about this year’s faire?” Katie wondered as she nibbled at her soup.
“I just really love faire!” she giggled happily, peering off to the side as Daisy wandered into the dining room. “I love all the pretty dresses, and I love all the fun activities, and I love watching Papa Bear!”
“Ah yes, good old Papa Bear,” droned Katie with a wicked glint in her soft brown eyes. “With his flamboyant take on popular songs of today and playful banterings with the crowd and him being a sassy diva with mommy- just another day in the life of a faire attendee!”
“Yay yay,” little girl cheered quietly to herself before finishing up her chicken. “Yay yay.”
“Peter, why don’t you drop me off at her house tomorrow when you’re driving the kids to school, and I can pack a suitcase for her?” Aaron had suffered a nasty concussion and whiplash, while James had earned a few broken bones and an all access ticket to being grumpy and snappish with people around him.
“Can you please get my special blankie?” little girl requested, bursting into a sweet smile when I promised her that I would do so for her. “Thank you, Mama Wen Wen!”
“Mommy, mesies wantsies more bwead!” whined Baby Jojo, settling when Baby Mattie gave her his bread roll. “Tank you!”
I smiled at sweet Baby Mattie, who always seem to be taking care of his younger siblings, and then my attention was caught by sweet Baby Eve, who was playing with her spoon and bread roll.
“I love my babies,” I confessed happily as I was wiping down the counters and Peter was doing the dishes. “They’re just so cute, and huggable, and squishy, and kissable…”
“And I agree completely with you on that sweetheart,” Peter told me as he was elbow deep into sudsy bubbles. “Daddy loves his babies too.”
“My love, everyone loves our babies!” I giggled, throwing away the damp paper towel into the trash can before looping my arms around his middle. “It’s honestly just a simple part of babyhood, I think. Like, I know that there are people out there who do not like kids, and that’s simply fine by me…”
“Mommy?” Baby Teddy meeped as her padded over to me. “Mesies sleepy and is going to bed now.”
“Okay, do you want me or daddy to come up and help you get ready for bed?” I asked him, chuckling as he shook her head before going over to Elizabeth and grabbing her hand. “Oh, my heart…”
“Hey sweetheart, do you want to watch a movie with the kids and I before bed, or do you want to go to bed now?” my husband asked me as he dried off his hands and stooped to press a whiskery kiss to my temple.
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Princess of Candy Coated Lies, Modern Royalty AU- King Peter Steele & Single Mother OFC, Soulmate AU
Chapter 67
SUMMARY: Single mother Molly Anne Harper does the best she can do, given her circumstances- since she broke up with her ex-boyfriend by sending him to jail, she’s been struggling to be the best mother to twin daughters while working barely minimum waged jobs. But when she meets her soulmate- King Peter Thomas Ratajczyk of Brooklyn- she quickly finds herself falling heads over heels in love with the guarded, battle damaged ruler. Likewise, Peter finds himself with a family of a women and two little girls who call him daddy. but what happens when their father gets out from behind bars and starts to cause mayhem?
A Soulmate AU where you never know what the first words your soulmate says to you until they say it
CHAPTER WARNINGS: none applicable
A NOTE FROM THE AUTHORESS: This fic is dedicated to SkullWoggle on AO3 and @rock-a-noodle on Tumblr.
WORDS: 1268
DING DONG
DING DONG
DING DONG
“She’s here,” I giggled, standing from the dining room table, which I had been setting in preparation of breakfast, I hurried over to the door, pausing before opening it to brush down the front of my dress. “Hello Sam!”
“Hello, Lady Molly Anne!” smiled the child services worker, stepping inside and promptly kicking off their shoes. “How are you doing today?”
“Really well, really well,” I answered with a smile, taking Sam’s jacket and hanging it up in the coat closet before turning to Eleanore. “Hello Eleanore. It’s lovely to meet you at last.”
She just avoided my gaze and stared at the duct taped shoes on her feet.
“Come, do you want to see your bedroom?” She just nodded mutely before trailing after me, Sam carrying a trash bag of- what I only assumed- were clothes. “There’s some laundry baskets and detergent pods in your closet. You can do you laundry- if you don’t know how to, I can teach you.”
A delighted gasp flew out past her lips as I ushered her into her bedroom, amazed blue eyes taking in the framed artwork on the walls, the bare bookshelves and the comfy pillows on her bed.
“I like my room.”
I paused and turned to view Eleanore, who was smiling as she took in the fun little bits and pieces in her bedroom.
“I’m happy you like it.” I turned to leave, tilting my head back over towards her once more. “Aria and Evie are making breakfast- should be ready in about twenty minutes, if you want to join us.”
Sam trailed after me, the both of us making our way down towards the dining room/kitchen and over towards the coffee machine when I motioned them over towards it.
“Hello, Mr./ Miss Sam!” Aria greeted them, surprising me with her title from the child services officer. “How are you doing today?”
“I am doing well enough,” Sam chuckled, absolutely unbothered by my daughter’s naïve conclusion. “How are thing with your sister and you?”
“Me and Evie are doing good!” Aria face then crinkled up. “Mr./ Miss Sam, are you a boy or a girl?”
“Aria!” I hissed. Luckily, Sam didn’t seem to be bothered by her curiosity.
“I am non binary, which means that I don’t identify as male or female,” they explained, looking up as Peter came up from the garage, where he had been puttering around in his man cave. “I not a boy, but I’m also not a girl.”
“How exactly does that work?” Aria looked confused as Evie moved her off to the side so that she could slide out the two massive trays of hashbrowns that had been cooking in the oven. “What were you born as?”
“Aria Hope Ratajczyk, you are being rude right now little missy,” I hissed before turning to Sam. “I am so sorry-”
But Sam shook away my apology, laughing as they sipped at their coffee.
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” they chuckled. “I was born as a presenting female, but I didn’t like being a girl. My dad was crazy about having a daughter after four sons, and he and my mom both went bat poop crazy when the doctor determined my sex- I had a pink nursery, my mom signed me up for ballet lessons at an early age, my dad would come home from work every other weeks with a cute little t-shirt that he would find for me while on his smoking break.”
Aria still looked confused as she began to chop up fruit, looking away from Sam and flashing Eleanore a happy smile as she appeared in the doorway.
“Take a seat, the girls will serve us,” I urged her smiling as she timidly took a seat next to her father and tucking her braided hair behind her ear.
“Mr./ Miss Sam, then what can I call you?” Aria asked as she bought over the first of many plates.
“How about Mx. Sam?” they suggested with a kind smile.
“Okie dokie, Mx. Sam!” she grinned as Evie joined her sister, balancing two plates in her hands.
“Yum, this looks delicious!” Sam groaned, flapping out their napkin and setting it onto their lap. “Aria, can you please pass me the pancakes?”
“What can I pass your way, Eleanore?” I asked the quiet child, giving her the plate of fruit. I frowned as how quiet she was acting, but I had to remind myself that she was the newcomer coming into the family, and that it would take her some time to find her groove.
“Eleanore, what’s your favorite school subject?” Peter asked her, drizzling a heavy helping on honey syrup onto his food.
“I really like computer science,” she answered with a shrug. “I really want to learn how to code and make video games, also I want to make my own Halloween animatronic. They’re really cool!”
“They are,” Peter answered her. “Molly Anne went to college to pursue a degree in mechanical engineering. Maybe you two will bond over that!”
She only smiled awkwardly before taking one last bite of her breakfast and pushing her plate off to the side, indicating that she was finished eating.
“Eleanore,” I regained her attention by simply calling out her name. “What do you want to do today?”
She looked at me with a blank look in her eyes.
“We’ll consider doing anything you want to do today,” my husband clarified.
“Can we go to the zoo?” she asked in a timid voice. “Please?”
“Eleanore, and we please pin that up for another day?” Peter held up his hand to ask her to remain quiet while he explained himself. “The family is constantly in the public eye, and I do not feel comfortable exposing you to the press just yet.”
“Oh.” Eleanore deflated.
“Me and Evie and making garden boxes in daddy’s mancave, if you want to come help!” Aria offered, missing the flinch that she gave out at her affectionate title for the man who had adopted her and her twin. “Come on now!”
“No handling the heavy equipment unless I’m down there to supervise!” Peter called out.
“Yes daddy!”
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I'm so sorry about dropping off the face of the earth over the past few months- but I've been in the hospital fighting SEVERE Bronchitis- my heart stopped beating twice so far.
