ur little!baran was so well written i loved it sm would you be willing to write a fluffy one?? maybe trinity as cg?? but anyone wld be awesome
note before we begin: this took me awhile to write! I do not have curly hair (I have like 3/4 of an inch of hair), so I used Google and Reddit to write the hair washing scene. I wanted to reflect the trust between Trinity and Baran for Baran to trust her with something as delicate as her hair routine. Not Beta read, any mistakes are my own.
little!Baran with CG!Trinity
Baran had been really, really good all day. She'd gone to work and done all her big girl work and hadn't regressed, even though she really really had wanted to! Her Ma had been telling her all day how proud of her she was. It made Baran feel all giddy and fuzzy inside. She liked being Ma’s sweet girl.
Now, she was waiting patiently for her Ma to finish cooking dinner. Today's food was pasta, because Baran didn't wanna deal with all the tricky flavours after working all day. She just wanted to be small and let Ma handle everything. So pasta it was.
“Baby! Go wash your hands!” Trinity calls out from the kitchen. Baran was colouring in the living room, so she stumbles up to her feet, taking BaaBaa (her lamb stuffie that Trinity got for her) with her as she pads over to the bathroom. She places BaaBaa down onto the lid of the toilet, so he can watch her wash her hands but not get soggy. Ma said he doesn't like water, so Baran keeps him away, nice and dry.
After washing her hands for a full 60 seconds with her strawberry scented soap, she grabs BaaBaa and wanders out to the kitchen, Where Trinity had set the table and had the food plated already.
“Ma! Ma!” Baran babbles, holding up her hands to show how squeaky clean they were. Trinity beams back at her, tickling her sides and peopering kisses to her forehead.
“Look at those clean hands!! Good job bub!” Trinity praises while Baran squeals, stumbling while squirming away from the assault on her sides.
“Ma! Ma! No more!” Baran giggles, pushing Trinity away and gasping for air. Trinity decides to be kind and lets up with the tickling. She instead leads Baran over to the table, getting her to sit down. She moves BaaBaa out of the way onto the counter, where he could watch without getting yucky.
“Okay! Okay! No more silly! Just eating now, okay?” Trinity sits down next to her, tugging her chair closer as she already knew she'd probably end up feeding Baran most of the meal anyways. Baran only ate her food when little if it wasn't touching, so she had her pasta and vegetables seperate on her In The Night Garden plate.
Trinity grabs her fork, scooping some of the pasta onto it and guiding it to Baran’s mouth, making soft vroooom vroooom noises as she does. Baran opens her mouth eagerly, chewing and swallowing before opening her mouth again to accept more.
They continue that way for most of the meal, with Trinity taking bites of her own food in between feeding Baran. Until, eventually, Baran let's out a soft whine and pushes the fork away, brining her hands up so her palms are facing her chest, then turning them so her palms were facing outwards. All Done!
“That’s alright. Good job, baby! Thank you for telling Ma” Trinity praises, kissing Baran’s forehead. She brings their plates over the the bin, scraping the excess out before placing them into the sink to deal with later. Probably after Baran is settled down for the night. Or in the morning if her girl wanted to cuddle.
When Trinity returns, Baran makes grabby hands at her. Then, she makes both her hands into fists with her thumbs sticking out, placing them on her upper chest and moving them up and down a few times in a scrubbing motion. Bath! Baran was a baby of routine, she found comfort in the controllable parts of her life; dinner, bath, teeth, story, bed.
“Yeah, it's bath now. My smart girl” Trinity coos, lifting Baran up to balance on her hip, grabbing BaaBaa from the counter because obviously they couldn't go anywhere without him. Baran tucks her face against Trinity's neck, fingers curling in her shirt. She was a clingy baby when she wanted to be.
Trinity sets Baran down on the closed toilet lid, placing BaaBaa in her lap while she starts to run the bath, adding some bubble bath because Baran liked to play with them.
“Do you wanna pick your pyjamas or do you want Ma to do it?” Trinity asks, knowing sometimes Baran liked choices but sometimes she preferred to let Trinity take care of her. Today was one of those days, clearly, as Baran points at Trinity before hugging BaaBaa closer to her chest.
Trinity heads into the bedroom, sorting through the drawers until she finds a cozy, fuzzy two-piece pyjama set — white with pastel coloured stars — that she knows Baran likes. She grabs that, and the tub of Baran’s bath toys before heading back into the bathroom.
Baran, thankfully had stayed in her spot, babbling quietly to herself while she makes BaaBaa dance and prance about. It's enough to make Trinity smile and linger in the doorway for a moment, not wanting to disrupt her baby's playtime just yet.
“Okay, bub, I think it’s time for BaaBaa to go take keep the bed warm while you have a bath, hm?” She prompts gently once the bath starts getting to a good height, testing the temperature with her wrist.
“No, Ma! Swim!” Baran protests, cradling BaaBaa to her chest. Trinity sighs and ruffles Barans curls.
“We've been over this, bug. BaaBaa is scared of water. He prefers staying where it's dry. He wouldn't want to take the fun away from you anyways!” Trinity reassures, gently grabbing BaaBaa from Baran’s hands and holding him up to her ears, nodding along. “Yup! See, BaaBaa just asked me to tell you that he'll be okay waiting in the bedroom, he's going to talk with your friend under the bed! They've got to catch up!”
Baran considers this for a moment, frowning slightly, but eventually nodding. BaaBaa had to have friends, too! Like Baran had DeeDee and Emmy and Jackie. So, reluctantly, she nods, giving BaaBaa a kiss on the forehead before letting Trinity return him to the bedroom.
Once the bath was a good temperature, Trinity helps Baran out of her clothes, lifting her into the bath and letting her pick out some toys to play with. She ends up picking her wind up sea creatures that could swim, quickly busying herself making them race across the bubbles.
“blub blub blub blub!” Baran babbles, moving the toy guppy side to side in the water, making it play-fight with her shark. “ra! ra! ra! ra!” She giggles quietly to herself as she plays, losing herself in her own little world. Playing during bath time wasn't sometimes Baran always had the energy to do, so Trinity let her enjoy it today, just happy to see her baby happy.
“Okay, bug, can Ma start washing your hair now?” Trinity asks once Baran has had a little while to play. Baran just nods without looking up from her toys. She trusts Ma to take care of her hair properly. It'd taken Trinity awhile to get the hang of Baran’s curly hair routine, but nowadays she thinks she does a half-decent job at it. Baran always seems happy with it, at least, and toddlers were known for being harsh critics.
Trinity starts with shampoo, gently lathering it onto Baran’s scalp. She leans back into it, forgetting about the toys in favor of focusing on the feeling of Trinity's hands in her hair. Once Trinity is satisfied, she coaxes Baran into tilting her head back so Trinity can rinse it with the shower. After it's thoroughly rinsed, Trinity moves onto the conditioner, using Baran’s wide tooth comb to detangle her hair while that conditioner rests. She’s as gentle as possible, and they manage to get through it without any tears this time.
“Okay, time to wash up. Are you okay with that?” Trinity murmurs after finishing the detangling. Baran just gives a sleepy nod, allowing Trinity to go through the motions of washing her body with the gently scented baby soap Baran preferred when she felt this little. Afterwards, Trinity thoroughly rinses out the conditioner. Baran gets a little squirmy towards the end, the water beginning to go cold, but manages to get through it without too much fuss, which Trinity praises her heavily for.
“Good girl. You did so good baby.” Trinity murmurs while she helps baran dry off her body and helps her into her pyjamas. They still had to finish her hair but it meant they could settle down for bed right after. She scrunches the excess water out of Baran’s hair using a cotton t-shirt, letting Baran sit on her lap to keep her still now that she was getting tired.
Trinity adds some leave-in conditioner, alongside the mousse Baran preferred to use. When teaching Trinity about her hair routine, Baran and been sure to explain exactly what everything did and what order to do them in, which definitely had helped Trinity get the hang of it. After adding some gel, they could finally move into the bedroom to diffuse - dry her hair. When Baran was regressed, she didn't like the noise too much, so Trinity always made sure to distract her with—
“BaaBaa!” Baran wriggles out of Trinity's arms, hopping up onto the bed and scooping the stuffed lamb back into her arms. She kept busy playing with the stuffie for long enough that Trinity could dry her hair with minimal fussing. A successful wash day, all things considered. No tears was always a bonus.
When the hairdryer turns off, Baran looks up at Trinity, bringing her palms up to face her chest, then turning them to face outwards, repeating the motion a few times. All Done! All Done!
“Yeah, bug. All done.” Trinity reassures, kissing her on the forehead. “Just teeth and story now, then bed.” They'd both had a long day at work, so it was best to get through the last parts of their routine quickly before Baran got into overtired territory.
Baran leaves BaaBaa in the bedroom willingly, thank God, padding over to the sink and grabbing her Doc McStuffins toothbrush and Strawberry Flavored toothpaste, holding it out to Trinity.
“You want Ma to do it tonight?” Trinity asks, a fond smile on her face. Baran just nods. So Trinity makes quick work of brushing Baran’s teeth and then her own, telling Baran to go and grab their book while Trinity cleans up the bathroom and gets changed.
When Trinity re-enters the room a few minutes later, Baran is already under the covers, BaaBaa tucked under her arm, pacifier in mouth, and Percy Jackson And The Titan’s Curse waiting on Trinity's side of the bed.
“Good job, sweetheart. Let's see where we left off, hm?” Trinity murmurs, kissing Baran’s forehead before climbing into bed next to her. Baran is quick to cuddle up next to her side, suckling on her paci.
“Chapter Fourteen ‘I have a dam problem’. At the edge of the dump, we found a tow truck so old it might’ve been thrown away itself...”
Baran was asleep before Percy and his friends even saw Bessie.