With Youth comes Innocence

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This isn't really serious, I just wanted to write Varian as a baby, and (Y/N) in a motherly role, without having them have kids. Hopefully you can enjoy it, though.

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"(Y/N), can you pass me that beaker over there, the one with the purple liquid?" Varian asked, his face on a bubbling test tube. You reached over and passed it to him.

"What is this potion meant to do anyways?" You asked, placed your elbow on his work desk. He rolled his eyes.

"Its not a potion, its an alchemical compound," he corrected. Varian swirled around the test tube in his fingertips, so that it started to foam. He picked up a pipette and took in some of the purple liquid.

"You know how Mrs Davidson next door is always complaining about her wrinkles," he asked. You nodded.

"Well, I'm creating a de-aging formula that will hopefully get rid of her wrinkles!" He said happily, revising his notes.

"De-aging?" You asked warily. You could see this going wrong.

"Okaaay, time for the final touches, aaand." Varian squeezed the pipette, and a drop of purple liquid fell into the test tube.

And immediately, it exploded.

Sometimes you hated being right.
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"Varian?" You coughed through the purple haze. You had been thrown back, but Varian had gotten a full face full of that stuff, and he wasn't answering you. Your heart raced as you crawled towards the desk, still ominously covered in smoke. You called again.

"Varian?" You asked, standing at the edge of the purple smoke. Your breath hitched when you heard a faint sound. Crying... a baby? A child? You coughed as you waded through the fog, waving it away with your hand. Okay, it was definitely a child. You reached forwards blindly and reached the chair, on which sat a squirming bundle of clothes. It was clearer at the centre, since the smoke had already dissipated, so you could clearly see what was in front of you.

On the chair sat a small child, wearing an oversized t-shirt. Varian's t-shirt. The child looked up at her, and stopped crying almost instantly, his mouth opening into a smile, two large front teeth visible in his gums. His eyes were blue and sparkling; his hair black and messy, with one blue streak going through it. You reached forwards in shock and picked him up from under the arms, careful to hold the shirt up over him, to give him a little dignity. He stared at you and reached out with his small hands, grabbing your face.

"(Y/N)!" The child giggled, squishing your cheeks. He had a slight lisp as he spoke, and you sighed, looking at his little face.

"Oh, Varian," you exclaimed.

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You held Varian in one arm whilst you searched through a chest, wading through years of his clothes. At the bottom was a pile of smaller clothes, that looked like they would fit him. You placed Varian on the floor, pulling out the clothes. You leant down next to him and held out a shirt and trousers.

"Can you get changed by yourself, Varian?" You asked, holding out the clothes. He cocked his head to the side, then nodded enthusiastically.

"Yeah!" he giggled, and you couldn't help but laugh.

"Okay then, come find me when you're finished," you said, rubbing his head.

You left the room, finally letting go of your breath. You hoped it was temporary, but you didn't hold your hope. You had no idea where to even start with alchemy, so you had no hope of reversing his condition. You let out a shuddery breath and a small laugh. How many girls could say that they were dating a four year old? Wait no, that's strange. Oh, you exclaimed to yourself, this whole situation was weird.

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