Misunderstanding your werewolf boyfriend

Werewolf x non-gendered human || sfw

“Did you throw the deer out?” He asked you as you put the groceries away.

You looked at him over your shoulder, confused. “I- Yes, I did. Why?”

“You…” He choked on the word, his eyes sad. He looked like a kicked puppy. “You don’t love me anymore?” He asked you out of nowhere.

“What?! Why do you say that?” Alarms rang in your brain. What was all that about?

“You threw the deer out.” He repeated.

“It was smelly.” You clarified. A week or so ago he arrived in the early morning with a big deer and left it out in the garage, asking you to go look at it. You did. It was gross, but you congratulated him and left. You didn’t think much of it, but a couple days ago the deer was still in the garage and it was starting to attract some wildlife to your porch.

“But it was for you.” He tried, his voice soft and little. You wanted to fight whoever made your werewolf feel sad, but you suspected that someone was you.

“What do you mean it was for me?” You asked, confused. Were you missing something?

“I thought… I thought we were courting.” He whispered, almost too low for you to hear.

“Courting?” Did he meant dating? “We are dating, yes.” You clarified.

“You gave me food.” He stated, as if that explained anything.

“Yeah, I made you dinner.” You recalled. You had a date a couple weeks ago and made some steaks. He was so happy when you presented him with dinner, you thought he really liked steaks.

He looked as confused as you as he said: “You gave me food so I gave you food. Courting gifts.”

You let out a long breath, suspecting the cause of all this confusion between the two of you. “Darling, I need you to explain to me what courting gifts are.”

He looked at you, puzzled. “To us… To wolves… We court our mate and prove we are worthy of them by bringing them gifts. I was proving to you that I can provide. I can be good for you.” His last words were little, like he thought he did something wrong and you were going to scold him. “But you threw it away.” He looked sad all over again. Fuck.

And then it clicked, he thought he was doing something good, that he was giving something you could need. He was trying to provide for you… With a dead deer. That was weird, but in a very sweet way. “Oh darling, I didn’t know. Why didn’t you say anything?” You asked, taking his hand on yours and kissing his palm.

“I thought you knew!”

“I’m not a wolf!”

“Oh. Yeah. Right. Humans don’t do that?”

You chuckled. “Give each other dead animals? No.”

“Oh.” He looked like he needed some time to process that information. Your relationship was usually pretty smooth, but in times like these, when the differences between your cultures hit, both of you felt like a fish out of water.

“For further gifts, I’d like some flowers.” You proposed, maybe giving him other ideas could be the solution to their current problem.

He was looking at you like you grew a second head. “Flowers? You eat flowers?” He looked disgusted at the thought.

You laughed, almost choking on your own saliva. “No! A gift. We gift flowers. And maybe chocolate.” You added.

“Okay…”

“No more dead deer.”

“No more.” He agreed.

He looked so soft, his ears moving as he was trying to pinpoint exactly how your heartbeat changed as you moved. “Come here.” You whispered, pulling at the neck of his shirt so he would lower his head. When his eyes were at the same level as yours, you whispered: “We need to work on our communication skills.” He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation. His big tongue running over his canines and making your heartbeat accelerate.

And then you kissed him with all you had, pouring every soft feeling you had for him into the kiss. You would never get tired of the spark of danger you felt when your tongue graced his fangs.

He was a predator, a big bad alpha werewolf who could throw you over his shoulder at any time. But instead, he was trying really hard to accommodate what he thought were your “weird” human customs, and you couldn’t be more glad about it.

You were taking it slow, even though you knew it was killing him not to claim you as his since the first time he smelled you at the supermarket and stalked you back to your house. He gave you the scare of your life when the biggest wolf you’d ever seen appeared on your patio. But you still gave him a chance.

Maybe he was as tall as your ceilings, but he was yours. Just as you were his.