#spilled embers

[eratowashington]

I lied to you. But I never needed to.

[dragonnarrative-writes]

just to add more fuel to the fire.. I want to let you know how happy I am that you are working on giving us more of the masterpiece autumn embers is.

i jumped, screamed, hollered, rolled in my bed, jumped up and down in excitement when I saw the slightest mention of autumn embers, MY BODY HAD AN AUTOMATIC REACTION IM SORRY😭 your writing is just so beautiful and it never fails to make me feel giddy.

you’re free to ignore this of course and I apologize in advance for ranting but I just wanted to let you know how much I appreciate you babes. please stay safe and healthy!! <3

Kinkvember 13 - Biting/Marking

Autumn Embers - Alpha Price x Alpha Gaz featuring Ghost and Soap

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CW: Biting, implied permanent marking, blood and bodily fluids, frottage, omegaverse dynamics, dominance and submission

Notes: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR PUTTING MORE FUEL ON THIS FIRE. I've missed Autumn Embers so much. Have another pre-Wildfire piece.

Rut with a pack is always a workout. And Kyle? Has more than a little bite to him. John doesn’t bother to stifle a laugh as he shoves his bracered arm between the other man’s teeth and feels an almost concerning amount of pressure.

“There y’ go,” John snarls into the side of his neck as Kyle drools around soft leather. “That’s what you needed, eh? Set your teeth into your alpha? D’you think because Simon goes all sweet for a knot that I’d roll for you?”

The younger alpha bucks beneath him. He smells like sex, like rut, musky and spicy and potent. If he wasn’t under John, if he hadn’t already had a go on top of Simon, where would he be now? Probably mounting some sweet smelling little O, pumping them full of pups. Certainly, the week leading up to his rut had seen him picking too many fights for him to roll with other alphas.

Except, of course, for his pack.

Off to the side, Johnny is panting and whining for his own turn to slam around with Kyle on the living room floor. John swipes half-heartedly at him so he’ll go back to cuddling Simon, a distraction that Kyle twists to take advantage of. He’s clever in ways John keeps failing to remember, so instead of slipping away, he sets his teeth higher on the bracer and heaves John up over his shoulder.

Even with the padded mat set up, the breath whooshes from John’s lungs as he lands on his back. He has no time to recover before Kyle is on him, pupils blown. He slams his arms down on one of John’s biceps and ducks down with a snarl.

“Ow, fuck!”

Kyle growls around his mouthful of thick pectoral muscle and doesn’t let go when John grabs at the back of his neck and yanks. Sharp teeth break skin. The taste must be something nice, because Kyle moans and starts grinding his hips into John’s thigh through his joggers like he’s locked.

John barks a laugh at the feel of a solid knot against the inside of his thigh. He digs his nails into the glands on the side of Kyle’s neck with intent and bucks his own hips as he bends his restrained arm to grab at the man’s hair.

One thrust, two, and Kyle keens as his whole body shudders. His muscles stay engaged for a few seconds, and then he collapses. Even his jaw goes slack, which is Johns cue to roll him, none to gently, onto his back.

He goes, docile, before his rutting brain remembers that there’s another alpha on top of him, but his body is too slow to react in time. He can only keen and wriggle as John crushes him with his own body weight and sets his teeth into curve of Kyle’s shoulder. The first burst of blood on his tongue has him blowing his knot. Luckily, he has the wherewithal to reach between them and free himself from his pants.

He doesn’t let go until Kyle submits, body going pliant as he whimpers, “Alpha, alpha, alpha.”

John has to work his jaw for a moment before he can speak. “I’ve got ya, good boy, Kyle.” He swipes a wide palm over Kyle’s face, smearing blood and spit up into his hairline.

Johnny makes a more than interested sound and belly crawls toward them, chin tucked down to his shoulder. Price hums and pushes red finger tips between his other sergeant’s lips as Kyle purrs and chews idly at the stretched collar of his shirt.

Later, bandaged and bundled up in Simon’s arms, Kyle rasps. “There’s an omega on base. Smells like woodsmoke ‘n oranges.”

“Was wonderin’ why ye went off like a rocket,” Johnny laughs from Simon’s other side. “Bonnie thing in Intelligence? Smells like an alpha might be courting her, but if they’ve left nae marks by noo, we should snatch her up.”

John lets himself make an interested noise as he runs his fingers through Simon’s hair from Johnny’s other side. Kyle’s not really shown much interest in anyone outside of the 141, crush on Farah notwithstanding. Over the past year, they’ve all settled into their dynamics, a volatile but beloved push-pull that marks an all alpha pack. An omega’s softness, though? Especially under any one of them in rut…

“No poaching,” John grumbles. He presses his lips against the bristly side of Johnny’s head at his disappointed grumble. He chuckles and concedes. “We can introduce ourselves. See if she might be able to handle us.”

[env0writes]

In every heart there lies a cemetery Buried deep within Full of forlorn loves Left beneath the loam and silt Stilted and jilted and staggering The mind is full of landmines Yet the heart is pockmarked with graves Many dug by the tender More filled by the mender In each heart, lies Whisper through aorta like avenues Tread carefully upon this hallowed ground For every heart is full of pitfalls Mind your visit – lest you stay Longer; longed for Yearned; unearned Urned in ashes Burned away in memory Love cuts us open To deposit names upon veins Dates mark the dates Caution your entry Guard tend tend to your garden Your graves

Deciding Embers Vol. 5, 12.7.24 “-Tender”

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[nonchalant27]

letters addressed to you are destined to be ashes.

-f

[usefulquotes7]

In the ashes of love's ember, we find the strength to rise anew.

[andrmcda]

denial

six years later you're still gone i've been having this recurring dream about running into you at the grocery store or the airport it's so good to see you again i tell you all the things i wish i'd said i tell you about the love everything we never got to tell you

every time i can't help but ask where have you been? you just smile and laugh magnetic as ever i'm not sure i can remember what you looked like when you weren't smiling you look vibrant bursting with life

distantly, the wound throbs

but you look lovely in this light warm and yellow slightly fuzzy around the edges always just out of reach

stage one: denial the dream is short i wake up to an emptier world

i dont know how i'm supposed to ever stop missing you

[crymsinfox]

Leaden, I gaze at the sky

Watching my parts float glowing

Like embers across a black canvas,

Painting a new path forward.

Sometimes, I prefer the black.

[willow-by-the-brook]

unwittingly buried

you fear, do you that your unnoticed, shadowed self does not possess enough beauty to tickle the fancies of the fickle human mind to that, i ask you, have you seen the mist? you, the dream child of a hundred poets, you, the starlit lake that we wish to bring home with such a thoughtful mind as yours have you not marvelled at it?

you, darling sun-child, have not. had you seen the dearest mist, you would say otherwise. for every time i hear 'mist', i think of the epitome of beauty.

the mist is what all of us aspire to be. her veiled allure, beheld only by her closest, are all these not things to love? do they not enhance the preciousness of her charm?

she might seem often overlooked, seeming pointless and simply decorative - useless to your purpose; but that is the very thing that beautifies her! do you not understand this?

you, my dear moonlit fantasy, do not. for the mist is one whose beauty is so powerful that if you were to witness it head-on, you would become unable to function. because unnoticed beauty is only gone unnoticed because it is far too efficient and far too perfect to be able to tread in the forefront of human perception without causing the world to rush into uproar in fascination of it.

the mist, my dearest Persian pearl, is so unfathomably beautiful she is so dear, so charming, so darling, daring and cordial so patient, untiring, serene her beauty, already so efficient enhanced by her impermeable veil of mystique still only amounts to the beauty held in your nailbeds.

it shocks me, my dear that you seem to see yourself as nonexistent and worthless when your apparent 'unseen' beauty has such a daring effect over even the strongest of hearts

every tiny bit of you that (apparently) goes unseen is a unique, burning, shining star and you, a constellation celestial being on earth, you are so bright, so full so gorgeous, so fiery that even idly watching you would be far too much of a burden to bear.

[tranquilbecoming]

Flicker

A shiver in the stillness,

Like fire that won't catch,

You’re the edge of a whisper

I could never quite grasp.

Waves fold into darkness,

Sighs the night never claims,

A dance of silent embers,

That quietly speaks my name.

But there, in the flicker,

A truth freshly known,

The heat that pulls me closer,

Is the burning flame openly being shown.

[innocentsardonicpotatoes]

A melancholy so profound that the heart weeps,

Yet the eyes remain dry, and all the comes out is a sigh so deep.

The soul knows, the brain surrenders

But hope fights to survive, warm from the embers.

Oh my misery, oh my heart,

How do you live on, with your other half so far apart?

[eratowashington]

[the-concrete-sage]

Negated Embers

We met by happened chance

The energy exchange felt akin to a proper paradise

My soul bathed is the warmth of your shine

Awash in the radiance of your afterglow

I needed nothing and there was naught that I wanted

Never had I felt so connected to another’s consciousness

Never had I felt so completely understood

Never had a space another being gave felt so authentically safe

The openness was so intoxicating, an elixir of divine fermentation

As time progressed, as time is forever destined to do so, I noticed a cool breeze upon my shoulders

Then the slightest tremor of a shiver ran down my spine

I paid it no mind

Soon after I felt a presence

Of walls so alien yet ever so slowly erecting

Then my once luminous vision of you began to blur at its edges and I notice the radiance begin to fade

I felt the outstretched hands of winter grip my soul, seemingly reluctant at first but still and ever cold

I was slipping away, I thought

I was mistaken

It was you receding, pulling away

I was becoming the forsaken

New positioning on the field

Left Right Out

I���m cold

Ever so cold

But I still have the memories

Warming me internally

How long can these embers hold…

[env0writes]

Will you lay away Away with me Not from, I’ll hold nothing from you But for you Come lay By my side Not be sidelined No longer lined marked divided between But adjoined The Lakeshore effect My mental affect Your vocal inflect Upon me Although I am frozen Like the waters I will warm to you I warn you Storms may strike lightning Beauty in that is that Even something-one Negative can touch positive Forever that flash Will you lay And watch these lights Pass by like cars Like time Like life Will you give me all your today's and tomorrows Laid up alongside Warming all the while

Deciding Embers Vol. 5, 12.2.24 “L.S.D. Lover”

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[her-mosaic-monet]

in the wild

A fire can never

feel lonely. It sparks and spreads,

embers joining hands.

[afuaart]

Dying embers

In the quiet of the night, a gentle hush,

Dying embers whisper, their final blush.

Once ablaze with fiery, fervent might,

Now they wane, in the dimming light.

The love that once burned, fierce and bright,

Now flickers softly, a fading sight.

In the ashes, memories still remain,

Though the flames of passion no longer reign.

But as embers fade into the night,

They cast a warm and gentle light.

In their quiet glow, we find our way,

Guided by their dying display.

So, cherish the embers, though they may wane,

For they hold the echoes of love's sweet refrain.

In their fading dance, a bittersweet art,

They remind us of love's eternal heart.

[what-i-should-have-said]

Warmth.

I never deemed it to be possible.

I never thought it would have ever happened in this lifetime.

But it did.

Your arms were wrapped around me, surrounding me in your warmth.

The world burned brighter around me and it was as if time had stopped completely, leaving just you and I in our own world.

I wanted to stay so close to you, I wanted to savor every second I got to be in your arms.

“You’re alright.” You mumbled softly to me.

And for that moment.

I felt I really was.