Werewolf!Block B when their love interest is a witch// Taeil
A/N: omgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomgomg YES. But also in all seriousness, I’ve noticed every writer has their own take on the werewolf/fantasy world in general. So if I write something you’ve never heard of before it might just be one of my own headcanons of their world. Also, this was requested as a group but as I wrote, all of them began getting lengthy and decided it was better to release individually. It was suppose to be headcanons but I got carried away (ಥ﹏ಥ)
Taeil ❤ BBomb ❤ Jaehyo ❤ Ukwon ❤ Kyung ❤ Zico ❤ PO
Taeil
I imagine he’d think is was kind of cool or quirky
He’d feel almost like a proud feeling for being more diverse
but on that same note he would be the type to stay up late trying to research the differences in needs or habits
wanting to learn what he would need to take care you properly
He’d imprint on a potion shop owner
He loved the way you would always keep the shop cold for your comfort
going in to cool off but,,,,
you also controlled the humidity of the shop for personal comfort,,,
he’d ask about recipes, chemistry behind them, how dangerous things go to safe and vice versa
by the time he was done chatting his ears, hair, and tail would all be in a big poof
After he began showing up you noticed that some of the ingredients you were beginning to get low on would show up at the shop door,,,
even wolfsbane and silver,,,,,,,
even though these were needed, you decided not to use them,
they may have been tinkered with,,,
you kept them in the backroom/mini-office away from all the supplies
Taeil kept coming in a little after opening all dirtied and ruffed up
You concluded it was just because he was a werewolf and decided not to ask
Until one morning,
his hand was badly burned,
you point it out
“oh,, this? it’s just uh, stove accident”
“Oh Honey,” you sass,
“This is worse than a heat burn, here drink, A SIP, of this. It’s delicious I know but a glug and you’re just about dead”
you pull a seemingly random bottle and shot glass out
afterwords you take him into the backroom
beginning to medicate and wrap his hand
“Oh, is this your back up supplies?”, he feigns ignorance
you look at the organized piles, and sigh
“no... stuff keeps showing up on my door, I don’t know if its safe, but I also don’t want to trash it.”
he snaps back, a little too quickly,
“It’s safe! I know it is!”
giving him a quizzical look, he realizes what he just did,
“I mean, I can smell it, ya know? Imma... werewolf and all... it smells the same as the supply room ones,”
“Uh-Huh” you nod solemnly
There was a insincere air in the room
anybody, magical or witchy or werewolfy or not, could sense it
“I,,, put them there,,,,”
avoiding eye contact, of course
“ aaaand that’s how this happened”
he shook his hand a bit.
you whispered, “wolfsbane,,,, that’s what was on my step today.”
“yeah, when you told me, it would neutralize in the process, I wanted to try to bring you some, I didnt realize my glove had a rip,,,,”
feeling warm and fuzzy you decided to be a bit bold
gave him a kiss on the forehead,,,,,
both of you are a bit blushy,,
slowly but surely he kept coming back to the shop,
sometimes hurt, o̶n̶ ̶p̶u̶r̶p̶o̶s̶e̶
Going hunting together, using his nose he’d help go and find rare ingredients
at first he would be very reserved around you due to cultural difference
but whenever you would laugh or smile, his walls would collapse
With his help he’d even deliver things
w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶a̶ ̶g̶o̶o̶d̶ ̶b̶o̶y̶ ̶❤̶