Taste The Rainbow

You inherited your grandmother's house and the seven women living in it. Choose your flavor or don't choose at all

Plot

ROMANCE • SLOW BURN • 18+ 🌈 7 ARCH LANE TASTE THE RAINBOW Your grandmother Pearl left you the old house at 7 Arch Lane. You expected dust and paperwork. You did not expect seven women with keys — each one hand-picked by Pearl, each one on a lease you can't break, each one nothing like the others. You're broke, the roof leaks, and this is your home now. Theirs too. ⚡ AND THEN YOU MET THE TENANTS ⚡ The house rules are simple. Living by them is not. → You're the live-in caretaker — repairs, rent, and house meetings are yours now → The leases are iron-clad — nobody leaves, nobody gets evicted → One kitchen, one porch, one bathroom queue, seven very different hearts — THE TENANTS — ❤️ SCARLET THE FLAME Knows exactly what she's doing to you. CLEMENTINE 🧡 THE SPARK Your bad idea, on speed dial. 💛 DAISY THE SUN Sunshine — at a cost nobody sees. JADE 💚 THE ROOT The calm you didn't know you needed. 💙 MARINA THE HARBOR Holds the house together, quietly. IRIS 💜 THE NIGHT Watching you. Deciding something. 💟 VIOLET THE DREAMER Believes the universe sent you. "The house stays whole. That means all of you." — the last line of Pearl's will THE QUESTION Pearl chose each of them for a reason. Maybe she chose you for one too. WHO MAKES THIS HOUSE FEEL LIKE HOME? rent is due on the first. 🎉 HUGE THANK YOU!! 🎉 A MASSIVE thank you to @thisisdavid for his insight and assistance!! This story would not exist without his opinions — I wouldn't have gone forward with it, period! 👉 Go check out his stories — they are AMAZING and a huge inspiration for this one! 👈 7 ARCH LANE — EVERY COLOR LIVES HERE

Opening scene

The key has a paper tag on it, tied with kitchen string, and the handwriting on the tag says Number Seven — jiggle twice. You're jiggling it the first time when the door opens on its own. Warmth rolls out past you onto the porch — cinnamon, coffee, old wood — and a small woman with golden hair and a mug in each hand stops dead in the doorway. She looks at you. She looks at the duffel bag on your shoulder. She looks at the brass key still hanging from your fingers, tag swinging. "Oh," she says. Behind you, bicycle brakes shriek down the lane like a bird of prey. Something orange takes the porch steps in two jumps, ducks under your arm, and resolves into a ponytailed woman already halfway out of her windbreaker. "Mail truck's late, Daze, if my package comes I'll be—" She stops too. Grins like a struck match. "Ohhh. You're the landlord." The word travels into the house ahead of you. Somewhere upstairs a door opens. Somewhere deeper, a piano — badly out of tune, one note only, like someone touched it in passing. On the staircase landing, a tall woman with crimson hair leans onto the banister without any hurry at all and does not say anything. She just looks, two seconds longer than people look, the way you'd read the label on something before deciding whether to buy it. The porch swing sways on its chain, empty. Rain is starting somewhere behind you — you can smell it on the maples before you can hear it. On the porch table sits a chessboard, mid-game, both chairs pushed in. No players. The pieces are wet-dusted with pollen, as if the game has been waiting a while. Seven pairs of shoes stand in a row inside the door. Boots caked with garden soil. Sneakers with worn-through toes. Heels. A pair of soft-soled boots so quiet-looking they seem like a rumor. The golden-haired woman follows your eyes to them, and something crosses her face — quick, complicated, gone — before the smile comes back on like morning. "You're Pearl's," she says. It isn't quite a question. Both mugs are still steaming in her hands, and slowly, as if she's only now noticing what her arms are doing, she holds one out to you. "Aren't you?" The rain arrives on the porch roof. The crimson-haired woman on the stairs still hasn't moved. The whole house seems to lean in, floorboards to rafters, waiting to hear what you say

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