#autumn love story

[randomkoreandramaquotes]

[yes-ihavealwaysbeengreen]

This is why writers abandon stories. It’s not that we don’t love them, it’s because we don’t want to love them alone.

[atalienart]

My pumpkins xD

[noseysilverfox]

November 2024

Of course, my appearance on the pond did not go unnoticed. But reaction is also a good source of information. As it turned out, adult turtles are more calm and even confident than the younger generation. They were in no hurry to leave the heated log and sometimes looked up at the top, where I was sitting. The young turtles immediately swam away from any movement🐢🌱

Maybe turtles are not the fastest animals on land, but in the water they are the speed itself, if they need to😏⚡️

Конечно, мое появление на пруду не осталось незамеченным. Но реакция тоже является хорошим источником информации. Как оказалось, взрослые черепахи более спокойные и даже увереннее в себе, нежели молодое поколение. Они не торопились покинуть нагретое бревно и иногда по��лядывали на верх, где сидела я. Молоденькие черепахи сразу уплывали от любого движения🐢🌱 Может на суше черепахи не самые быстрые животные, но в воде они сама скорость, если им надо😏⚡️

[tidewhims]

Happy First Day Of Fall 🍂🍁🦊🧸

Redecorating for the Season 🤭

[corralinesage]

Portrait of a wounded heart & Child of September MASTER LIST

Portrait of a wounded heart

Here’s a little autumn love story for those who love putting on candles and cuddling up in bed to read when it’s cold and stormy outside. I wrote this on a whim in an attempt to romanticize my art block. I couldn’t resist posting this cause fall is my favorite season and this fic is quite literally an embodiment of everything I love. This fic is so close to my heart I just had to share it<3 The full story has already been posted on my ao3 account, if you're feeling impatient!

Summary: You attend a live figure drawing class with the intention of falling in love with your favorite hobby again, instead you set your sights on something entirely different.

Lesbian fall romance for those in need ;)

Note: 18+ content in some chapters, so please read at your own risk!!

CHAPTERS:

Obsession, digression

I'm a fool to want you

All night long

Weeping soul

Fallen for a lie

Meant to be mine

Reification

Epilogue: First snow

Completed: Word count: 47,7K

Child of September - oneshot collection (18+)

Ps. This collection will make sense even if you haven’t read the first part and just want a fix of smut!!

18+ This is pure smut, read at your own risk

CHAPTERS

Tension 8,5k

Capturing memories 11k

Mirror, mirror 7,3k

Malyshka 4,2k

[cozylittleartblog]

me omw to scare mormons out of a wendys!! 🍂🖤🍟

ootd from like 2 weeks ago and yes that really happened

[babydolllblogger]

i love fall smm ‧₊˚🍂･‧₊˚ mine

[sainz100]

2024 Brazilian GP

[patheticlogic]

yan wushi's betrayal is necessary, his cruelty is the point!!! much like the audience, shen qiao believes that there's kindness in yan wushi, and with time spent together, it will eventually show, no matter how small. that although they walk different paths, shen qiao's is the ultimate truth.

shen qiao's character flaw is not his kindness. it's his ignorance. and he doesn't truly accept (we, the audience, don't truly understand) this until yan wushi betrays him.

[abrielarnold]

chapter 1

The whole vast space felt hollow. It was empty save the large central carpet, fouled by stains, dark spots of long dead and dried rot that he was sure soaked straight through to the wood below. Vash stood unmoving in the center, back to him.

“Hey Spikey?” Wolfwood approached slowly, his heart beating faster at the scene. “You good?”

Vash glanced up, his face clearing from grim to pleasant in the blink of an eye.

“Yeah. Yeah, sorry. All good.”

chapter 2

“You believe in ghosts, Needle-Noggin?”

He paused mid-chew at the question, swallowed slowly, then broke into an evil grin.

“Of course! This place is haunted for sure,” he raised his hands into claws and leered menacingly over Wolfwood, who scowled. “It’s probably watching us from the shadows right now, just waiting for- hey!” He’d leaned just a little too close, and Wolfwood took the opportunity to shove him off his perch.

chapter 3

Vash stepped past him to take lead and they ducked under the floor, following the lights down beneath the foundations. Wolfwood felt it again, the foreboding that surrounded the house, that had kept away bandits and townsfolk alike for three years. His unease grew the deeper they went, an instinctive desire to run that he had to fight every step of the way. He refused to slow, matching Vash stair for stair as the pit wound its way downward. Once, he thought he saw a flash of movement from below them, peeking out before darting off again just where the curve of the stairway disappearing beneath itself.

and we must wait by @caffeinefire

Perfect Fic. Perfect characterisations. Incredible. (It's so so so well written. Genuinely had me on the edge of my seat. Gunsmoke ghost story my beloved.)

[randomkoreandramaquotes]

[dawneternal]

The Benevolent | Eris x Healer OC | one

☁︎ summary: The Lady of Autumn hires a healer behind Beron's back. Sworn to secrecy, the healer helps Eris when he is punished by his father and forbidden to see a healer from their court. Eris did not expect to find himself growing attached. He comes to realize that he may know plenty about sacrifice, but he has a lot to learn about choosing to live for the ones you love.

☁︎ notes: let me know how you feel about the order of this chapter. I felt like it didn't read the same to have that last scene at the beginning, but if it's confusing I will change it:)

☁︎ warnings: descriptions of wounds and blood, talk of physical abuse, implied domestic violence

☁︎ word count: 2.8k

☁︎ AO3 Link // Masterlist

“Hurry,” Lady Edana hissed, a sound like pinching a candle flame. It echoed in the quiet, the only sound in the dark hallway.

The silence was so immense it seemed to roar. Every hall and passage was empty and utterly dark. Aya would have thought every court had secrets veiled by this hour between night and morning. But there was no sign of life in the Forest House.

And yet, Lady Edana led the way with a knife in her hand, poised to attack. It was not even a hunting knife or one of the jeweled daggers gifted to young boys of the court. Just a knife, likely stolen from the kitchens or even the dinner table. Aya had to wonder if it was the only weapon Lady Edana had access to.

To her credit, she held it like a fighter, blade pointed down and out so she could still strike if pinned. In her other hand she held her shoes, her stocking feet making no sound as she shuffled across the stone floor. Urgency radiated from her. If it were visible, it would have given her a corona. An aura of flames.

They came to another corner and the Lady tugged Aya against the wall before peering around the corner. She deemed it safe and pulled the healer after her. One last eerie hallway and then they stopped at a large wooden door. Lady Edana fished a chain of keys from its place tucked into her bodice and unlocked the door. It opened without a sound, like the hinges had been oiled or silenced with magic.

The lady snapped and the fae lights came to life in their sconces, revealing the heir of Autumn laying face down on a large bed, bleeding profusely into silk green sheets.

Aya had been warned of his condition but it still sent a jolt through her. He was so still, his red hair stark against pale skin and moss colored bedding. His mother tossed her knife onto the side table and knelt by the bed.

“Eris,” She whispered, her face nearly as pale as his, “Are you awake?”

“Mother,” He croaked. Something in Aya’s chest twisted at the utter brokenness of his voice. It hurt more than looking at the torn up flesh of his back.

“I brought a healer,” She said, beckoning to Aya.

“Mother,” He said again, reprimanding. Pleading.

“Worry not,” Aya whispered, unable to resist the urge to brush back a strand of copper hair. She understood the urgency now, as her gaze flickered to the blood pooling around his body.

“I will take care of everything.” She stepped back to let the healer take her place, disappearing into the washroom to fetch water. Eris’s eyes, surprisingly alert, locked onto Aya’s face. They roamed over her features, assessing.

His eyes softened at her touch, chin trembling like he was a thread away from shattering. So she took her hand away from his forehead, hovering it over his injuries instead. He flinched and she closed her eyes so he would not see the anger in them. The anger at whoever had done this. He needed tenderness and she would give it.

Aya reached into the spring of power within her and willed it to the surface. Willed it to pour from her fingertips into his being and soothe the pain. She urged the bleeding to slow to a stop, for his body to numb enough that she could clean his wounds before the true healing began. She felt his energy begin to pull away, lulled by sleep.

When she opened her eyes she saw that his own had closed, his breathing deep and even.

“You are as talented as the High Lord said,” Lady Edana whispered from beside her. She held a pitcher of water and an arm full of towels.

Aya stared at the mess, wondering where to begin. Even with all her doubts and wariness, she had not pictured an injury this severe when she accepted this position. She had known to expect the sneaking and the secrecy, but not to be led to Eris’s deathbed.

It did not help her uneasiness in the slightest when the lady said, as she mopped up her son’s blood, “Whatever we can’t get clean by morning, just throw into the fireplace. We’ll have to burn it all.”

It was a long moment before Aya said anything. Perhaps it was a risk to ask questions, but Eris’s blood coating her hands felt like justification enough.

“Why?” She murmured, keeping her eyes on the work before her. Lady Edana took her own time answering, lips pursed as she dabbed at the prince’s back.

“The High Lord forbade Eris from seeing a healer. It is part of his punishment.”

“So that is why the job was a secret,” Aya said quietly. They still avoided each other’s gaze.

“Yes.”

“What is the prince being punished for?” Another risky question, but Lady Edana seemed to think her questions were deserved, too. Or maybe she just wanted Aya to understand. From this perspective, dishonesty seemed to be built into the foundation of the Autumn Court.

“He visited the Winter Court without telling his father first. His father wanted to know why. And decided that Eris must be granted permission to leave the court borders.”

Aya clenched her jaw, looking back at the deep wounds on Eris’s back. No doubt from a whip or a belt. They would leave deep scars, and would have easily become infected without a healer. Though that seemed to be what Beron wanted. She decided not to ask what Eris was doing in the Winter Court.

“Beron will be called away first thing in the morning,” The Lady continued, “Not that he would have checked on Eris, anyways. But you will be long gone before he wakes, just in case.”

Aya wondered for a moment how Beron would know that Eris had obeyed his order not to see a healer. And she realized with a sick feeling in her stomach that he had likely left the enforcement of that order to Edana. The entire structure relied on their fear. They would do what he said because they had to, to protect themselves and each other. So what would happen to Lady Edana if Beron knew what she had done? What would happen to Aya?

She looked down at the ring on her forefinger, the blood on it glimmering like a ruby. She wondered how much Thesan had known any of this. It didn’t matter now, anyways, since she was bound to Edana by that golden ring. And looking at Eris, his brows furrowed and skin shining with sweat, she knew it was all for him.

How often was he destroyed this way? Torn apart in mind and body, forbidden from being put back together? Often enough for Aya to be paid a monthly salary. A very handsome one. But perhaps that part truly had been to make sure she wouldn’t change her mind.

As if she had a choice, now.

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Upon returning to the Dawn Court, Aya headed straight for the throne room. She did not bother to change first, her clothes still covered in ash and blood. Her whole body was stiff from sleeping on the floor and heavy from how little rest she had managed to get.

The mammoth wooden doors opened before her, revealing Thesan and a few of his councilors lounging near the throne. Their easy laughter rose into the air, dancing with the cool breeze. The open archways of the throne room showed the pastel skies and fluffy clouds around them.

It was such a stark contrast to the last hours of her life, dimly lit and painted in the dark tones of the Autumn Court. It blew a puff of air into the fire burning in her chest.

Thesan’s brows rose as his gaze landed on her, jaw clenched and eyes blazing as she strode through the room.

“How much did you know about this job?” She demanded. The irreverence shook the High Lord more than her appearance. This was the way she spoke to her cousin, and not Thesan the High Lord. And never in front of others.

He asked the councilors for a moment, keeping his eyes on Aya as they scurried away. One dared to flash her a disdainful look and click his tongue. Aya ignored it.

“What was your question?” Thesan asked softly when they were alone.

“You told me this job would require discretion,” She said, her tone cooling a touch, “Did you know why?”

“Lady Edana requested a healer for personal matters,” He took a sip from his goblet, “I did not think it would be polite to inquire about the details.”

Aya shifted on her feet, her rage slowing to a halt. How delicate was this secret? Thesan could always be counted on for his discretion. But surely there were political implications that she didn’t know or understand. There always was, and figuring them out had never been one of her talents.

“Did you not ask the details before you accepted the job?” He pressed. His curiosity about the state of her clothes was rising into anxiety.

“I assumed the details. I thought maybe she was having age-related troubles. Or perhaps an affair.”

“And you were wrong,” Thesan prompted, “You are very troubled by whatever this secret is.”

“Yes,” Aya admitted, her shoulders drooping.

Thesan’s gaze flickered to the ring on her finger. If he was surprised to see it he did not let it show.

“You bound yourself to her?” His voice still smooth, collected.

“She said a physical contract would leave evidence.”

Thesan groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. He did not believe Edana to have particularly evil intentions, but she had played Aya like a piece in a game.

“Are you able to tell me this secret?” He sighed.

Aya considered the contract. It seemed that Thesan should be exempt from the secrecy. She would find out if she tried to say it out loud, anyways.

“Beron tortures his son for information,” Aya said, dropping her gaze to the marble floor. The heaviness of her body returned and she resisted the urge to let her wings rest on the ground.

“Lucien?” Thesan tilted his head to the side. He did not seem all that surprised.

“Eris,” She whispered, lifting her eyes to his. She knew he would see how haunted they were. Filled with imagery of her long night.

Thesan pursed his lips, his own eyes sparkling with anger. Many things clicked into place with this new information.

“And that is the secret?” He asked, “Beron mustn't know you heal Eris?”

“Yes,” She felt much smaller now, all of her fury laid out before Thesan, “He forbids him from seeing a healer. But he would have died if I wasn’t there.”

They did not speak of what this meant for Aya. The danger she would be in every time she stepped foot in the Autumn Court. It passed between them without words, the worry forming like storm clouds.

“I think I should speak to her,” Thesan rubbed his chin in thought.

“Please don-” Aya began, rushing forward to plead with him. He held up a hand to stop her.

“Worry not, little bird,” He soothed, “I will make sure you keep your job. I just want you to be safe. Now rest, I can see the weariness in your eyes.”

Her mind was far from settled, whirling with countless thoughts and worries. But Eris was well and her own safety was in Thesan’s hands now. That was enough. So she obeyed, gathering the energy to trudge back to her room and rest.

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“Thesan tells me you are looking for work experience outside of the Dawn Court,” Lady Edana took a sip of her tea, amber eyes locked on the girl in front of her.

The Lady of Autumn had requested to meet with Thesan’s best healer in training. In private, in a quiet place. Thesan did not see a good reason to deny her. And he knew that she worked hard to separate herself from her husband in any manner she could. He’d heard the whispered rumors and seen the bruises hiding just beneath the fine lace of her gowns. If he could help to enable her independence, he would.

“Yes, my Lady,” Aya nodded, resisting the urge to ring her hands, “It is the last requirement I need to complete my training.”

She was proud that Thesan had chosen her as the best of her class, but now she was nervous. Edana had come alone, save for one guard who loomed off to the side of the balcony. His eyes were fixed on the glass doors behind them, but Aya had no doubt he had been listening to the entire conversation. Which, up until then, had been all pleasantries and small talk. But now the Lady’s eyes were narrowed, her focus sharp. It sent a shiver through Aya’s feathers.

“There is a certain situation in my home that requires a healer with greater skill than my court can offer,” The Lady began, “And the position requires discretion. I cannot ensure that a healer from my court will not betray me.”

She paused, watching Aya and waiting for a reaction. Aya knew her brows had drawn together, but she willed all other emotion away.

“There are many distinguished healers in a court, my Lady,” Aya said slowly, “Surely you would want someone who has finished their training?”

“No one with a title,” Lady Edana pursed her lips.

Aya only nodded, feeling ever more confused. The lady’s secret was that salacious? Perhaps it would be wildly foolish to get wrapped up in this situation. But offers for work outside of the court did not come along very often for trainees. And Aya would be lying if she said she was not itching to experience something outside of the soft colors of Dawn.

“I would pay you a monthly salary,” The Lady tilted her head to the side, looking as if she knew exactly where the girl’s thoughts had gone, “You will receive the same amount no matter how many calls you receive in a month. Sometimes, I may call on you often. Other times I may not need your help for a long while.”

“You need not pay me if you don’t use my services,” Aya frowned. Many healers in training took positions without pay.

“I was hoping the salary may make the strange requirements worth their while.”

She named the amount and watched Aya’s eyes widen.

“So you need a healer on call to help with private matters. And I must keep the job a secret?” Aya clarified.

That did not sound so suspicious when summed up concisely. Or perhaps the money had dulled the warning signs. She had never let Thesan spoil her just because they were related. She insisted on living in the healer’s dorms and earning her own living like the rest of her class.

“That is correct,” Edana nodded.

“And I would be under contract?” Aya asked. Another common facet of training positions.

“Three years. And it would be through an Autumn Court bargain, and not written,” She said, still watching with those bird-like eyes. She would fit well into Dawn with all of those avine features.

“Very well,” Aya said, “But I would like a written copy of what the bargain entails.”

Edana’s lips twitched up into a smile that Aya couldn’t quite decipher.

“I will write it up and send it your way,” The Lady stood from her chair, “It should be in your hands by this time tomorrow.”

Lady Edana held out her hand. Aya told herself later that she should have been clever enough to wait before shaking hands. She should read that bargain first and study the details. But she did not think of that.

When the magic snapped she let out a yelp and snatched her hand back. Her forefinger was adorned with a simple golden band. She tried to twist it but it did not move, as if it were now a part of her.

“What is this?” She asked, incredulous, turning her hand as she examined the ring.

“A symbol of our contract,” Edana said, straight-faced as ever, “It is a tradition similar to the tattoos in the Night Court.”

Aya stared at it, the pit in her stomach growing larger. How she would be scolded for her oversight. She was certain a version of herself from the future was watching this conversation and screaming at her for being so foolish.

As all of this raged in her mind, she missed the flash of guilt in Edana’s eyes, quickly overtaken by something else. Something too desperate to be sorry.

[beachyserasims]

Geneva Island Legacy┃Chapter five┃Breathtaking

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Autumn's dress is the Rosa Dress from the @sentate After-Party Collection

Beginning / Previous / Next

[noseysilverfox]

October 2024

This place will always remain in my heart. Not only because of the beautiful views and the temple, which breathes and gives peace and comfort. I've seen more ladybugs there than I've probably ever seen in my entire life! 😃They flew, landed on clothes and crawled on the stones of the walls.

I do not get tired of such simple things to rejoice like a child😌😊 I think there is symbolism in that, because it's not for nothing that these creatures are called heavenly messengers🌤

Это место навсегда останется в моем сердце. Не только благодаря красивым видам и храму, который дышит и дарит покой и утешение. Там я видела столько божьих коровок, сколько за всю жизнь, наверное, не встречала!😃 Они летали, садились на одежду и ползали по камням стен.

Не устаю таким простым вещам радоваться, как ребёнок😌😊 думаю, в том есть символизм, ведь не зря этих созданий называют небесными посланницами🌤

[coquettluvr]

xiao : makeout session ♡

"xiao!!! can you come over to my house? it's a cold day today and i thought of baking some cookies for us ♡"

- 4:05 pm

"oh sure why not, my love i'll head straight to your house. should i buy some snacks on the way?"

- 4:06 pm

"sureee, i will be waiting for you ♡"

- 4:06 pm

💌

i sat on the couch while scrolling through our old messages and letting out a soft smile while thinking about us

it's almost been a year of mine and xiao's togetherness...oh how the time passes.

i gaze out of my window and see the ample clouds flowing in the sky, and the maple leaves falling off their hazel trees

i loved autumn 🍂

i see the maple leaf falling down slowly but, it doesn't touch the ground that had witnessed rain just before.

rather, it falls on the hands of a fairly beautiful young man.

the love of my life

xiao

i rush downstairs to my open the door and see xiao standing in front of me

"he looks so pretty today" I think to myself as i go to hug him

we both smiled at eachother and xiao pulled out the bouquet he brought for me

"i brought these roses for you because you love them, and i am in love with you"

"oh.my.God. Xiao, i love you so much" i say this while controlling my uncontrollable smile

"ofcourse sweetheart" he says while letting out an eye smile

"oh how i loved his eyes so much"

"soooo, should i come in my dear or do you want me to stand here the whole day?"

he says and i let out a chuckle

xiao pov :

"oh how i loved her smile so much"

💌

i hold xiao's hands and take him to my room.

i noticed that his clothes were a little bit wet because of the slight autumn rainfall.

i remember xiao giving me one of his hoodies, i allow him to change into it for him to get more comfortable.

"love, im back, let's go bake the cookies now shall we?" xiao said with a promising smile on his face

he holds your hands and you both go downstairs to the kitchen together

you look for the ingredients but somehow couldn't find the crucial thing. it frustrates you a little.

"oh my God I can't find the flour"

Xiao hears your frustration

he stands behind you and puts his left arm on your waist

and holds your wrists with his right hands

as his hands intertwined with your hands, he slides it towards the box of the flour

"there it is, my cutie"

you blushed shyly

xiao takes out the milk from the refrigerator and you both initiate the process of baking the cookies together. and now it's finally time to put them in the oven!

"don't burn your hands xiao"

"with you by my side, i'll make sure not to ever hurt myself because i want to spend my every moment with you"

you were utterly speechless at this moment whilst maintaining an intense eye contact between you and xiao's beautiful amber eyes

you feel your self being pulled closer to his chest and your lips begging to feel his lips

"xiao i-"

"shh"

he cups your right cheek and rubs his thumb softly on your cheek bones

*(oh my God...is the going to be the moment of our kiss?? the butterflies in my stomach are making me go feral)*

xiao pov -

she looks so pretty, and at this moment, i can not resist her.

i want to kiss her soft lips so badly

she is so fucking perfect.

"y/n i love you so much" xiao says with a soft yet desperate look on his face

"and you have no idea of how badly i want to kiss you right now"

he pulls you closer by the waist, and your chest touches his....xiao got even more shy and nervous now

and finally, your lips meet.

he kisses your lips for a minute and then pulls out to breathe

"mmnh"

and then, he starts kissing you again, but this time, it was rather more intense?

he slides his tongue and starts playing with yours whilst both of you continue making slight moans

but xiao's moans start getting louder and louder as he goes down

he starts kissing your neck

"ngh xiao-"

his hot breath on your skin and the feeling of his lips sucking your neck made you moan his name

"ngh- xiao-"

"keep saying my name like that again, and i won't stop doing this"

and xiao did indeed stood on his words.

the feeling of his saliva in your lips and the continuous moaning was releasing your adrenaline and satisfying you fully

after fifteen minutes of making out, you both finally part your lips and xiao hugs you and he kisses your forehead gently

this moment was one of your favourite moments with him.

kissing your favourite person was the best thing

you could ever do.

you and xiao certainly experienced it

"i love you my girl, y/n"

"i love you too my forever, xiao"