Just Like the Tide
Request: Yes / No Okay... I had my Jacob smut; I'll happily have some Embry fluff on the side, pretty please 🙏 @fandom-princess-forevermore
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Embry Call x Fem!Reader
Word count: 1067
Warnings: Nothing, Just fluff!
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I wake up to the sound of the ocean. Not the loud, crushing kind- just the steady hush of waves rolling in and pulling back, like the tide is breathing. The window is cracked open, letting in cool, salty air that mixes with the warmth of the bed and the steady heat of the body pressed against mine. Embry.
I don’t open my eyes right away, I don’t need to. I know exactly where I am by the weight of his arms around my waist, by the solid rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek, by the faint scent of pine and salt and him that has become the definition of safe. I shifted slightly, nose brushing his skin, and he stirs almost immediately. Of course he does.
“Mornin’” He murmurs, voice still rough with sleep.
I smile against his best. “You’re awake already?”
He chuckles softly, the sound vibrating through him and into me. “You moved.”
“That’s it?” I tease. “I breathe differently, and you’re alert?”
“Pretty much.”
I tilted my head up, finally opening my eyes. He’s already looking down at me, dark hair mess, eyes warm and soft in that way that still makes my chest ache a little. Like he’s seeing something precious every time he looks at me.
“Morning.” I say, quietly.
He leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead, slow and lingering. Not rushed, never rushed. I melt into it, because I always do. La Push mornings are my favorite. They’re quiet in a way that feels intentional, like the world hasn’t woken up yet because it knows better than to interrupt. The sky is gray but gentle, clouds hanging low over the water, and everything smells like damp earth and ocean spray.
Embry’s room is small but lived-in. A few posters peeling slightly at the corners, clothes folded neatly enough to show effort, not perfection. The walls hum faintly with warmth from his presence- it’s something I’ve noticed over time, how rooms feel different when he’s been in them for a while. I stretch lazily, legs tangling with his.
He groans dramatically. “You’re gonna make me get up.”
“Good.” I say sweetly. “Breakfast exists.”
He squints at me. “You’re evil in the morning.”
I grin. “You love it.”
He snorts but rolls out of bed anyway, tugging me with him until I squeak and nearly tumble off the mattress.
“Embry!”
He laughs, hands steadying me instantly. “Sorry. Reflex.”
I glare at him for half a second before laughing too, because it’s impossible to stay annoyed when he looks at me like that- like he’s won something just by waking up next to me.
We end up on the beach not long after, shoes abandoned in the sand, jeans rolled up, coffee steaming in mismatched mugs. The ocean is restless today, but calm enough to wade into. Embry walks ahead of me, hands shoved into his jacket pockets, shoulders relaxed. He looks… lighter lately. Happier. I think I might be part of the reason.
“You’re staring.” He says without turning around.
I shrug. “Can’t help it.”
He turns then, eyebrows raised, that teasing half-smile playing at his lips.
“That so?”
I step closer, reaching out to lace my fingers through his. His hand is warm- always warmer than it should be, but I don’t think much of it anymore.
“Yeah.” I say simply. “I like you.”
He laughs, full and genuine. “Wow. Bold confession.”
“I know. Took a lot of courage.”
He bumps his shoulder into mine as we walk. “Good thing I like you too.”
We stop near the waterline, watching waves curl and break, foam rushing around our feet. I lean into his side, resting my head against his shoulder. This… this quiet… is something I never knew I needed until I had it.
Pack life is… loud. Not in the way people think, there aren’t always arguments of chaos, but there’s always something. Energy. Movement. That constant undercurrent of connection humming just beneath the surface. I’m not part of it in the way they are, but I’m close enough to feel it. Embry is different with me than he is with the pack. Softer. More grounded. Like he doesn’t have to carry the weight of being something more when it’s just us. Sometimes, I catch him watching me the way someone watches the horizon. Steady, thoughtful, like he’s anchoring himself. It makes my chest ache in the best way.
Later that afternoon, we’re back at his place, sprawled on the couch. I’m hald-curled against him, legs draped over his lap while he absentmindedly plays with my hair. His fingers are gentle and careful.
“Jake’s gonna come by later.” He says casually. “Said something about burgers.”
I laugh. “Of course he did.”
Embry grins. “You okay with that?”
“Yeah,” I say easily. “I like them.”
He relaxes slightly at that, like he hadn’t realized he was waiting for my answer.
I reached up and tap his chin. “You know you don’t have to ask, right?”
“I know.” He says quietly. “I just… want you comfortable.”
I smile, heart swelling. “I am, with you.”
He leans doen and kisses me, not rushed or hungry, just warm, steady, and sure. Like a promise rather than a question.
That night, after the house quiets and the pack noise fades into something distant and manageable, we lie in bed again, limbs tangled, the sound of rain tapping against the windows.
“Hey.” I whisper.
“Yeah?”
“Do you ever think about… later?” I ask softly. “Not tomorrow, or next week. Just… later.”
He’s quiet for a moment. I can almost feel his thoughts shifting.
“Yeah,” He says finally. “All the time.”
I look up at him. “And?”
He meets my gaze, serious but calm. “I see you.”
The simplicity of it hits me harder than anything else could.
“Me?” I ask, even though I already know.
“Yeah,” He says. “Right here with me. Wherever that ends up being.”
I smile, pressing my forehead to his. “Good, because I see you too.”
His arm tightens around me, protective without being suffocating. Outside, the tide keeps moving. Coming in. Pulling back. But here, I know one thing with absolute certainty, no matter how wild the world gets, no matter how fast things change, I will always find my way back to him. And he will always be there, waiting. Just like the tide.
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