Seventeen Moments [Imagines]

Title: The Grumpy Alchemist and the Bubbly Fairy

The storm had been terrible, the winds howling like furious wolves and rain pouring down in torrents. By the time it ended, your little fairy house, nestled comfortably in the hollow of a tree, was nothing more than soggy wood and shattered leaves. Homeless and drenched, you fluttered your wings, seeking shelter.

And that's how you ended up in Woozi's lab.

The place was cozy by any measure, full of warm, flickering candlelight and rows upon rows of mysterious potions and spellbooks. But it wasn't the coziness that drew you in-it was desperation. The door had been slightly ajar, and you'd fluttered right in, shaking off raindrops and leaving a trail of water across his polished wooden floor.

You found a small nook on a shelf near a window, just right for a fairy of your size. Exhausted, you decided to make yourself comfortable, curling up in the corner and promptly falling asleep.

The next morning, Woozi walked into his lab, already in a sour mood, his thoughts focused on a particularly tricky potion he needed to brew. As he approached his workbench, he noticed a tiny puddle on the floor.

"What in the-" Woozi muttered, frowning. He glanced up, only to spot you-fast asleep on his shelf.

"A fairy?" he muttered under his breath. "Why is there a fairy in my lab?"

His first instinct was to shoo you away. Woozi wasn't one for guests-especially not ones as small and troublesome as fairies. He reached up and gently poked your tiny shoulder.

"Hey, wake up!" he barked, clearly not in the mood for politeness.

You blinked awake, yawning and stretching your wings before realizing you weren't alone. You looked up to see a very grumpy-looking man with dark circles under his eyes staring down at you.

"Oh! Hello!" you chirped, flashing a bright smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude. My house got destroyed in the storm, and your place seemed so nice and warm, I just had to-"

"Out," Woozi said flatly, cutting you off. "You can't stay here."

"But where will I go?" you pouted, fluttering your wings in distress. "I have nowhere else!"

Woozi groaned, rubbing his temples. "Not my problem. I need this lab quiet and free of distractions."

You weren't about to give up that easily. You flew up to hover in front of his face, your wings buzzing with determination. "I promise I won't be a distraction! I can help, actually! I'm very good with plants and nature magic. You're an alchemist, right? Maybe I can be useful!"

Woozi looked at you skeptically. "Useful? I doubt that." He turned away and began gathering ingredients for his potion. "And you're already being a distraction."

You crossed your arms, determined to prove yourself. "Just give me a chance! If I cause any trouble, I'll leave, okay?"

Woozi glanced back at you, clearly annoyed. "Fine. But no funny business."

Of course, that was easier said than done.

As Woozi started working on his potion, you hovered nearby, trying to stay out of his way. But your curiosity got the better of you, and soon enough, you were poking around his ingredients, marveling at the strange powders and herbs.

"What does this do?" you asked, holding up a jar of bright blue powder.

Woozi snatched it out of your hands. "Don't touch that!" he snapped. "It's dangerous."

You backed off, hands raised in surrender. "Alright, alright! No touching."

But it wasn't long before your curiosity got the better of you again. As Woozi carefully measured out a liquid into a vial, you peered over his shoulder. "What are you making?"