#romancewriters | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

annabellewynter · 1 year

Text

Wild Lavender

Chapter One

Summary: Everett Greenwood never expected to be the Duke of Rorchester, that was a job for his older brother. But when sudden tragedy strikes, he finds himself thrust into a life he never wanted. Then he sees Melina delivering honey to the grand hall. The girl who lives in a shack in the woods becomes the only love his heart has ever known, but can society accept the simple woman as his choice? And will secrets from her past destroy their chance at love? Find out in Wild Lavender.

Note: This story is intended to be a Regency Romance and I have attempted to stay historically accurate, however, I am not a historian, so please excuse any errors.

Everett Greenwood sipped on a glass of brandy as stared out the window of his office. The small flat he called his home for the last several years was perched above a main thoroughfare in London and gave him the perfect vantage point to watch the bustling streets below. It was evening, and the sky was slowly darkening the way it does in the early days of spring. Many were on the street, the unusually fine weather pulling ladies and gentlemen alike from their homes to enjoy the fresh air. There were elegantly dressed couples in carriages, others strolling home from dinner parties and some just enjoying an evening stroll.

London

Everett did not consider himself to be a nostalgic sort, but he had to admit that he felt a pang of sadness at the realization that this would be the last night he would take in this view.

His thoughts were interrupted by a high-pitched giggle coming from down the hall, followed by the low moan of a male's voice. Everett shook his head moving towards the door to close it when the door down the hall flung open. A woman furiously stomped down the hall while Phillip Matthews, still only partially dressed and holding his trousers up with one hand, shouted after her.

“Is it Anne? Lily! It must be Lily.” He faltered as the woman reached the bottom of the stairs and he made one final attempt. “Ruth?”

Her head snapped back to Philip's.

"It's Beatrix, you prat."

And with that, she was out the door.

Everett watched as Phil ambled into his office and slumped onto the couch. He poured him a brandy and refilled his own before he took the seat opposite him.

“That didn’t quite go as planned, I imagine.”

Phil shook his head and poured back the brandy.

“Not even one bit,” he sucked the air in through his teeth. “I certainly hope you have more forgiving women in Rorchester.

Everett shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. “I wouldn’t know. I haven’t been there since I was six years old.”

Phil's dark eyebrows knit together in confusion. "Since you were six? But your father was the Duke!"

"Yes, but we never lived there. He kept the London home and we lived here where Mother could be a more central part of society. Occasionally he had to go to Rorchester, but he never brought me. George was the oldest and would become Duke, so I didn't have to be there."

"Well, this is great news then!" Phil slapped his knee in excitement. "You can just do the same and we don't need to leave London and head out into the middle of the countryside where nothing and no one exists."

The stare Everett issued to Phil said plenty and he once again reiterated, "You do not have to come Phil. I will be just fine on my own. Besides, I've been thinking of asking Kipley to join me in Rorchester to help get things in order."

Phil's mouth fell open in shock. "First, you are not doing this without me. You need me. Secondly, why on earth would you invite Kip? He has got to be the most extraordinary dull human being in all of England!"

Everett did his best to hide his smirk. "Kip happens to be extremely good at arithmetic. I understand he was a great help to his uncle in organizing his books."

"Of course, you understand that!" He was standing now, pacing the room, still holding his trousers up with his fist. "He told us no less than three hundred times what a big help he was!"

Everett knew this line of conversation would irritate Phil and he was rather enjoying goading his closest friend. Still, asking for assistance from Kipling Stromwell was an intriguing idea. The truth was that Everett had no idea how to run a Duchy. Not only had his father neglected to teach him, but Everett had little interest in such dealings. He had spent his years after university in His Majesty's Navy. That was how second-born sons were meant to bring their families pride. But now, with both his father and brother killed in a sudden accident, he became responsible for his mother, his two younger sisters, and an enormous quantity of land and the people living on it. He knew absolutely nothing about how to successfully do this. The only thing he did know was that he didn’t want to do it the way his father did. Everett didn’t take things lightly, so although it was not the position he wanted or imagined himself in, he would do it to the best of his ability, nonetheless. So, he packed up his life, sold his flat, and sent all his father's records to Rorchester. His mother and sisters could stay in the London home. There was no need to further disrupt their lives. But Everett knew the only way to learn about his duty and to do it well, was to be in Rorchester.

"Tell me you are kidding about Kip, Everett" Phil pleaded.

"He would be useful. I'm not certain you could claim the same" Everett challenged.

Phil scoffed. "My uses are far and beyond bookkeeping."

"Oh really? Such as…"

Phil stood thinking and then snapped his fingers in delight. "Entertainment. Who else will make sure you don't become some stuffy old Duke, wasting away in his grand estate? I'll keep you young and having fun…and getting laid" he smirked.

"You didn't seem to do such a great job of it for yourself."

Phil scoffed. "I've had to bid farewell to far too many women this week. I was bound to make a mistake here or there."

Everett chuckled. He adored Phil from the moment they met at University and he convinced him to cheat at a game of cards. They were both quite inebriated and their attempts did not go unnoticed. It only took a few hands before they were discovered, but Phil, keen as he was, noticed a split second before they were confronted. He shoved a fistful of winnings into his waistcoat, grabbed a bottle of scotch off a nearby table, and tugged Everett out the door.

They ran as fast as they could, twisting through alleyways and side streets. Everett can still remember how much his lungs burned with the exertion and how his cheeks ached with laughter. Eventually, they ducked into an empty doorway and hid out of sight until they were sure they were safe. It was then they opened the scotch and each took a long pull on the bottle. Phil emptied his pockets and they counted their winnings.

“You do realize that my father is a Duke, Philip. Money is not hard to come by. I easily could have bought a bottle of liquor,” Everett chuckled.

Phil shook his head, still counting their loot. “My father is the Earl of Barlington” His voice became low and stern, mimicking his father. “We’ve always been able to buy whatever we please, Everett. The point is”, he looked up meeting Everett’s eyes. “Liquor tastes better when stolen and a muff feels better when borrowed.” He waggled his eyebrows. “Now come on, Everett. Let's go to the brothel. I think we have just enough.”

“What is it?” Phil asked, taking in the faraway look on Everett’s face.

“Nothing. I was just remembering the day we met.”

Phil smirked, “Damn, I still have dreams about that blonde.”

“You do have a way of entertaining, I suppose. Although I’m rather shocked we made it without ever getting into trouble. Especially in the Navy.”

“We were officers in the Navy, Rett. The son of a Duke and an Earl at that. How much could they do to us?”

Everett shook his head, “The second son of a Duke and the third of an Earl. It may have gotten us out of a few jams at University but His Majesty’s Navy is an entirely different story.”

“Fair enough,” Phil stood, setting down his empty glass with a clang. “Now it’s our last night out in London for a good while. And you, my friend, are no longer the second son, but a Duke in his own right. Let's go out in the city and see how much we can get away with, eh?”

The following morning, Everett woke with a start. To be clear, it was not his first time waking that day, nor was it morning. Everett had already rose, dressed, and poured himself into a carriage headed for Rorchester. He remembered very little of this, other than his head throbbing painfully and the sun seeming exceedingly bright for the hour. It took only a moment before he was, once again fast asleep to the rumbling of the carriage.

The second time he woke, was half a day later when the carriage stopped at Greenwood Hall. Everett peeled his eyes open, taking a moment to adjust to the lack of movement, and ran his hands through his thick brown hair. His large hand rubbed the scruff on his chiseled jaw that he had neglected to shave before departing. It was not the impression he had intended to make but when he recalled the night of revelry he enjoyed in his final night living in London, he could not say that he regretted his carelessness with his appearance. Everett’s muscles felt tight from the long journey and he took a moment to stretch his limbs. As he did so, he attempted to rouse Philip.

“We’re here, Phil”

Phil rolled over with a groan and buried his face.

Everett harshly nudged his leg. “We’re here. Get up!”

“Alright, alright. Clearly what the Duke says, goes.” He lifted his head with a gruff.

“Have you finished mocking me?”

Phil stretched with a smirk.

“I’m insulted! I would never challenge the commands of the Master of the House.”

“You are an ass,” Everett growled and exited the vehicle. He walked towards the house, taking in the staff waiting outside to meet him. It was a skeleton staff at this point, only the bare minimum until Phil had adjusted to what was needed and arranged for the necessary hiring.

Everett and Phil had brought their valets from London which would be plenty for the time being. In addition, there was a butler and housekeeper, cook, and several general maids together performing the tasks that a dozen or more staff would normally do. However, since the great house had remained closed up, outside the servants' quarters, that was enough.

Greenwood Hall was a grand hall of dark red brick accented with white stone entryways and windows. The hall was wide and flanked by a clock tower on one side and an orangery on the other. Behind the estate was one of the grandest gardens in all of England. It had been designed by Everett’s great-grandmother who deeply loved Rorchester and Greenwood Hall. He grew up hearing the stories, but never fully understood why his father had abandoned the hall. It’s true, this area was not wealthy. Everett had heard his father complain for years that the farmers were not successful in this area and the villages were poverty-stricken. It seemed an odd revelation to behold this grand empty hall presiding over it all.

Everett took a few moments to introduce himself to the staff and allowed the housekeeper, Edna Baker to show him through the parts of the hall that had been reopened for him.

“Unfortunately, due to the unexpected passing of the late Duke, we did not anticipate that the hall would be opening again so soon. I apologize that we were unable to have it ready for you, Your Grace.”

Everett shook his head. “No need to apologize, Ms. Baker. It was quite unexpected.”

The estate felt oddly familiar to Everett, but not recognizable. Almost the way you remember a dream immediately after waking but you can never quite get the full picture clear. It felt odd and he found himself drifting into a sort of daydream when Philip finally arrived from the car and joined them.

“This is quite a place, Rett.”

Everett nodded, taking in the scene as they strode up the stairs of the grand hall. The floors below were a bold black and white marble and the rich mahogany wood of the railings was shiny and smelled of fresh polish. They had made sure to clean and polish this area of the home so that it was presentable for his arrival. As the light shone through the rows of windows lining the front of the house, however, he could see the particles of dust floating through the air from years of inactivity. When they reached the second floor, Everett and Phil were each taken to their respective rooms where their valets had stored their belongings. Everett had asked not to be placed in the Duke’s former chambers. It felt odd to him to take over the bed his father and mother slept in, even if it was so many years ago.

“Is there anything I can get you, Your Grace?” Edna inquired.

“No thank you, Ms. Baker. I believe I will wash up and perhaps take a stroll in the gardens before dinner.”

“Very well, Your Grace.”

Phil stretched beside him. “I think I am going to rest a bit longer. I’ll be down for dinner.”

Everett nodded and turned to go but then stopped. “Thank you, Phil.”

Phil shrugged, “What for?”

“You’re a good friend, Phil. I know the decision to move out here and help me to get settled into….all of this. It was not an easy choice.”

“Sure it was.” Phil clapped Everett on the shoulder. “That’s what friends do, Everett.”

And with that, Everett and Phil parted ways, into their rooms.

After getting washed and shaved, Everett felt like a new man. He once again, wandered through Greenwood Hall, this time with fresh eyes. It wasn’t time for dinner and the weather was fine, so he exited onto the veranda to look out at the gardens.

The gardens covered acres of land and included a hedge maze, a pergola covered with roses and wisteria, flowering bushes, and a glass greenhouse for a winter garden.

Everett closed his eyes and breathed in the fresh air, lightly scented with the early spring buds beginning to blossom. He opened his eyes and looked out at the sky. It was startling the colors that he could pick up when he looked. There was orange and yellow, but red, pink, and purple too. He couldn't remember the last time he had paid any mind to the sky at dusk and realized just how lovely it truly is. But when he heard the screech of the old back door open, his eyes easily left the sky to study the woman exiting below.

She was wearing a long flowing dress and he could see she was thin but strong. Her hair was strawberry blonde and pulled back into a braid, although several strands had escaped and were flying wildly around her as an evening breeze blew in.

Everett was mesmerized by her, watching her walk purposefully across the narrow garden path and towards the forest. He had not even seen her face, but with each step she took away from him, a feeling of panic began to rise in his chest. He stared, fighting the urge to call out or run after her. He needed to stop her, but no words came. So he simply watched, until she was gone, disappearing into the trees.

Everett exhaled, realizing he had been holding his breath. He instinctively clapped his large hand over his chest, feeling his heart wake up like a bear hibernating for a long winter and suddenly coming alive with the spring. Everett did not know exactly what this strange feeling of longing and regret was, but he knew one thing. He needed to find her.

Please let me know if you would like to be added or removed from taglist at any time.

@twinkleallnight @leelee10898 @tinkie1973 @alj4890 @jovialyouthmusic @princess-geek @sweetest-marbear @karahalloway @kingliam2019 @princessleac1 @nestledonthaveone @bebepac

#regency romance #romance writing #romance fiction #romancewriters #writerscommunity #writing #creative writing #original writing #writers on tumblr #writerblr #original work #annabelle wynter #historical fiction #historical romance #fiction #womens fiction

29 notes · View notes

intimacywitgabrielle · 9 months

Text

When I’m an island girl 🏝️I will go to the beach daily and let the water 🌊 wash me anew and pore life back into me. Allow it to ease my worries and let the sound, feeling, and sight of the water, sun ☀️ and sky sink into my being. Listen to the sound of different languages and people, especially the children. The sound of their laughter and screams of joy are so grounding and rejuvenating. But for now I will experience this at the park🌳🌴 where communities join and I can be me fully watching and listening and feel as though I’m apart of the world because I am.

#spritualgrowth #writing from the heart #black girls of tumblr #writing #romancewriters #autonomy #poetry #pisces #free write #blkgirldaily #blkcreatives

9 notes · View notes

mistblossomdesigns · 1 year

Text

Just a Few Romance Writing Tips

Here's a few quick romance writing tips to guarantee your story stands out. Feel free to add to the list!

Choose a fitting subgenre for your story.

Introduce an obstacle the couple may face upon their first meeting - use this obstacle as a source of conflict between them.

Write well-rounded secondary characters.

Create a desirable setting.

Have both your heroine and hero face internal and external obstacles.

Include subplots to add depth your storyline.

#romance writing #romancewriters #novel writing #creative writing #writing #book writing #writing resources #writing tips

11 notes · View notes

rheanacherieofficial · 2 years

Text

#female writers #romancewriters #writers on tumblr #writerscorner #writerslife #reading #rom com #romantic comedy #true love #love #grumpy sunshine trope #enemies to lovers trope #writing quotes #writing

30 notes · View notes

lumisstar27 · 5 months

Text

Essa é a capa do livro "APENAS AS SUAS LUZES". Aos interessados, o link na bio do perfil vai direto para a estória. Já foi divulgado o quadro de avisos, e todas as terças e quintas-feiras sairão novos capítulos. Em caso de imprevisto, será avisado no meu Twitter/ X e nas mensagens da Wattpad. Link da minha conta no Twitter logo abaixo. Beijos galera! E aos interessados, boa leitura!💗

#wattpad #wattpad writer #wattpad story #romancewriters #lgbt stories #books #writers on tumblr

2 notes · View notes

samanthamarkle92 · 11 months

Text

Hey followers! After ages of looking, I FINALLY found a picture that captures my favorite couple I wrote, Collin and Kayla. They loved each back to life and even though the future of the world they are living in is uncertain, they know their love will get them through. Sharing a steamy bit from their first love scene!

*****************

"I trust you. I'm ready. I'm ready." Kayla breathed.

"Good girl." He said, smiling, as he leaned down and kissed her.

Kayla wrapped her arms around him as they continued.

"Kayla...I'm holding back from you." He told her.

"Don't." She whispered.

"I can't... I'm close."He told her. "Hold on to me…..”

Kayla paused and glanced up into his brown eyes.

"You held onto me." She told him, against his heart.

"Don't be afraid." He said. "I'll always be here for you."

She was breathing rapidly, feeling everything Collin felt.

"I...I'm scared." She said, barely a whisper.

"Don't be." He whispered. "I'll take care of you....I'll try.”

He paused, "I have to look you in the eye, Kayla."

"It's alright." She assured him.

Collin looked down then.

She looked up at him, her eyes full of trust.

"Please don't stop."

"I'm doing it," Collin said. "I'm almost there..."

"Yes...I can feel it." Kayla said, "It doesn't hurt." She said, her flesh tingled. Kayla looked up at him and was in tears. "It's alright Collin....it's alright..." she pressed against him, feeling her own release. She gasped at the warmth inside her. He cradled her head, kissing her forehead.

"I love you so much..... You are my one and only....."

"I'm.....I'm almost there," Collin said, looking down at her. Kayla squeezed his hand tight. She was crying in joy, overcome by his love.

"You're doing it. Don't stop....just a little more...."

"I love you, Kayla...Kayla...I...I love you. His voice was full of emotion. Collin said. "I won't hurt you."

"I'm yours." She said, "Do what you have to do." She told him. Collin took several deep breaths.

His arms trembled with the effort, and he gritted his teeth together.

He could not stop now.

"You're ok Kayla.......Tell me you're ok."

"I'm fine, Collin." She told him."It's all right."

"You trust me?" He asked, his eyes filling with tears.

"With my whole life," Kayla said. Collin leaned closer and kissed her forehead. Kayla could feel the heat rising within him, his arousal growing. He began thrusting, harder and faster, trying to get in her fast enough so she could feel everything, make her feel everything he felt for her.

"I love you, Kayla." He whispered. "I'm going to...come with this. I have to, Kayla...I can't....stop. " Collin muttered, trembling. His movement was hard,but his touch was gentle as a feather. Kayla gripped the sheets tightly as he pumped himself into her. Her legs tightened around his waist and she cried out, gripping his backside tightly.

"I'm coming." She whispered.

"Me too, baby." Collin said, panting slightly.

They kissed feverishly, desperately. Her hands slid up to Collin's strong jaw; holding onto him.

"Collin," she whispered, into his eyes. The world was nothing but his eyes. "Collin I love you."

"I know...." He whispered. "Always."

"I love you," Kayla said. "I love you."

It was all Collin could do to just be there with her.

"I'm going to come...." Collin groaned. "Don't let go."

"You don't have to worry about that." She smiled."I won't let go."

Collin gripped her hand tightly.

"I love you," Kayla whispered.

He continued to push, and her eyes closed. He knew it was a matter of time. His breathing became rhythmic now. He held onto her hand, squeezing tightly. Kayla leaned forward. She was caught up in his soulful eyes, and her heart was a bird, singing for the sky. It was flying with its mate. It soared high above everything else. They flew higher than anything else.

"Come with me," she breathed.

"Oh, god....yes." Collin moaned. The pain started to recede. "I need you to hold on to me." He breathed. "If I ever let go of you....you'll fall."

Their bodies moved as one. Come what may, this was where she wanted to be.

#original character #romance #wattpad #post apocalyptic #love #couple #inkitt #steamy stories #my writing #not my art #pinterest finds #couple love #my words #writblr #romance writing #romancewriters #pure love #love scene

6 notes · View notes

dmbrightwell · 9 months

Text

New Series Loading...

Here is a sneak-peak at the "Attachment" Series I am currently working on! The manuscript and edits for the first one, Inconvenient Attachment, are currently under works and can be found on my Wattpad!

#authors #writer #romancewriter #romancenovel #romancewriters #literature #novel #manuscript #writerblr #fiction #billionaireromance #billionaire #my writing

2 notes · View notes

deeharperlewis · 10 months

Text

Bluestockings are being BOLD on Kindle Unlimited. A Misalliance with Love

Line up your summer reading!

#Clean romance #Historical romance #Historical novel #Romance novels #Victorian romance #Bluestocking #Kindle #Kindle Unlimited #DeeHarperLewis #BookRecommendations #Womensfiction #Love #Romance #writers #romancewriters #summer reading

2 notes · View notes

jolenes-book-journey · 13 days

Video

youtube

FCRW - Board Members for 2024 - They are Off and Running - First Coast Romance Writers - Hello from all the Board members for 2024. They are off and running with great educational opportunities for its members including monthly writers' workshops, the chance to learn about publishing through their anthologies (3 big projects this year) and newsletter, mentorships as well as the resources posted on the MEMBERS ONLY website.

#youtube #WritingCommunity #NERFA2024 #RomanceWriters

0 notes

evercries · 9 months

Text

Today was like no other. As soon as my eyes shot open, I looked over to the other side of the bed, then sighed deeply because he wasn't there. I could hear voices coming from the living room. I sat up softly as I eyed our bedroom. My purse was placed carefully on the hanger, I guess he did it before he left for work. I rubbed my eyes with my hands before climbing out of bed, but as soon as I climbed out, my legs gave up, and I landed on the floor, my knees first. I grabbed onto the bed for support. He definitely overdid it last night, I couldn't remember how many times we did it, but it was uncountable. I slowly stood up as I walked towards the bathroom, my hands grabbing onto anything in my way to hold myself up.

As I reached the bathroom, I saw my reflection in the mirror. My black curly hair was messed up as it bounced around. I decided to take a shower to freshen up. I turned on the water and quickly got in. The hot water running down my skin felt amazing. I grabbed my shampoo and started washing my hair. The shampoo had a nice, fruity scent that calmed my senses. Once I was done washing my hair, I grabbed my body wash and started to scrub my skin. I could feel the dead skin cells being removed, leaving my skin silky smooth. After I was done, I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my body.

I stretched my arms as I walked towards my closet, I then glanced back at our room. Where did my clothes go to? I knew they were dropped on the floor as he took them off the night before. I sighed before opening the closet, my eyes caught the sight of my nightgown that I wanted to wear before. I smiled softly as I took it, he must've put it back. I quickly changed into it, grabbed my robe as I walked out of our bedroom, down the stairs, and into the living room.

As I walked into the kitchen, I saw Elias sitting down, his eyes focused on the newspaper in his hand as he sipped on his coffee. "Mommy!" I heard a loud scream coming from behind me, his small legs running towards me before wrapping his arms around my ankle. I smiled as I turned around to see my little boy, Matteo, hugging my knee. He was so tiny, he warmed my heart. I laughed softly as I rubbed his head, his brown curls feeling soft on my hands.

"Matt, what did I say about running?" I turned around to see Elias looking directly at me, the newspaper now laid on the table.

"Sorry, papa." Matteo's said, his voice soft and quiet. I bent down, wrapped my hands around Matteo's waist and carried him. I remembered when he was born, how tiny and fragile he was, and the joy he brought to our lives. I couldn't wait to see him grow up and become a fine young man.

"It's okay, baby. He's just worried you'll be hurt." I told Matteo as I walked to the dinning table with him in my arms. I placed him in his baby seat, which was present at the table. I looked around the room and saw Naemi sitting beside Elias. She was such a beautiful child, with her big brown eyes and cute chubby cheeks. I wondered what she was thinking about as she ate her bacon.

"Naemi, baby. No hello for me?" I asked as I stood beside her and Elias. Naemi glanced up, her brown eyes shimmering as she saw me. She mumbled a sorry, before continuing to eat her bacon. Elias glanced up at me as he slipped his arm around my waist.

"I picked them up early, she's still tired." He informed me, my eyes stared at his.

"I thought they were staying at your mom's for the weekend."

"And spend the weekend with you, annoyed at the fact that they're at my mothers? I'll pass on the offer, love."

I smiled at him, leaning down and placing a kiss on his cheeks. "Thank you."

Before Elias could respond, Matteo spoke from across the table. "Mommy, what about me? Why did you only give papa a kiss?"

"Because she's mine." Elias responded as he drew me closer towards him, his lips curving into a smirk as he looked at Matteo.

Matteo frowned, his lips trembling as tears dropped from his eyes. I pinched Elias's ear as I walked over to where Matteo was.

"Arguing with a four-year-old boy isn't something I expected you to do." I reached out and carried Matteo out of the baby seat, rested his head on my shoulder and patted his back as he sobbed.

Elias shrugged, as he reached out towards Naemi's plate and took one of her bacon, quickly eating it while she watched in disbelief. She then turned to me and shouted. "Mommy, Daddy ate my bacon!" Her voice screeching as she yelled. I looked over to Elias, he just started laughing at the chaos he created.

"Mommy will make you another one, Nami." I ensured her, my eyes glaring at Elias who continued laughing, Naemi pouted, her eyes on her father as he laughed loudly. Matteo at this time had stopped crying, his head nuzzling into my shoulder.

Elias stopped laughing, his hand reaching over and patting Naemi's head. "I'm sorry, I had to. Will you forgive me, ma belle fille (my beautiful daughter)?"

Naemi looked at him, then looked away. She stood up from the table, her feet barely touched the floor, so she stepped on the ground first, grabbed her plate, placed it in the sink, and walked into the living room. Elias stared at her, then looked over at me, who was still glaring at him. He must have noticed that because he shrugged, mouthing the words "I had to"

#writerscommunity #writing #writers on tumblr #sealed with a kiss #creative writing #a03 writer #author #a03 #dark romance #romancewriters #romance #romance writing #smut #lovers #wattpad

1 note · View note