Dream SMP Agere (REQUEST BASED)

Baby Crow

Requested by: @pr1nc3ly-s4mm13 (go check them out they're super cool)

Little: Phil (0-1)

Cg(s):Tommy, Technoblade, Wilbur

Request: Babyspace!Phil (0-1) CG!SBI, Real life mixed with DSMP (they're still their DSMP characters but like they live in Techno's cabin, take away all the traumatic lore between them and add things for general human needs, ect.) Phil hadn't been able to regress with all the chaos of living with SBI, and added stress of getting everyone comfortable. After a day of worrying about them finding out and being shut in his room, he regresses involuntarily. Now when his regressed self sure didn't know what to do, he was super duper tiny in a place he wasn't even sure of, so he just wailed and sobbed on instinct. Also could it be Tommy that knows the most about Agere while Techno and Wilbur are more so confused? I just find that dynamic really cute

TW: Diapers, upset little, involuntary regression, self-doubt, fear, very very very mild self-hate 

A/N at the very end, please read!!

Four days. 

It had been four, chaos-filled days since the SBI (Techno, Wilbur, Tommy, and Phil) had all moved into Techno's cabin. It was a decision made due to Tommy's separation anxiety and the all-around agreement that families should live together. (A/N: I said this for the story; all types of families exisit, and all are valid, whether they live together or not). So, the once quiet, homely cabin became a screaming disaster. Wilbur was constantly singing and playing guitar at three in the morning, Tommy was loud and, although loveable, a little too chaotic. Techno and Phil had been trying to settle everyone in, and Techno had urged Phil to try and get a feel for the house himself. Go pick out a room, look at the kitchen, basic moving-in things.

So he did. He hadn't told the rest of the SBI, but he was an age regressor. He had never regressed around any of them, and had no plans to. He also had no plans to ever let them find out he even knew what regression was, so when Tommy would ask him for help taking care of Tubbo, a regressor, Phil would claim he didn't understand regression and wouldn't want to do anything wrong. Tommy always backed off after that, getting Ranboo to help. To Phil's knowledge, Tommy was the only one in the family who had ever even heard the term 'age regression'. 

Phil brought his suitcases into the room he had picked out specifically because of it's large closet. He shoved all his little gear (pacis, onesies, stuffies, etc) in the very back, piling stuff he didn't care about on top to hide it. He draped his actual clothes over hangers and hung them in the closet carefully, trying to avoid wrinkles. 

It had been such a stressful day. Tommy was chaos incarnate as always, loud and breaking things. Phil had already had to run to the store for a new vase when Tommy broke one. Wilbur was in his room, loudly singing and playing guitar. He loved his sons music, but god could it he annoying sometimes.  The winged man had been dealing with an overwhelming sense of frustration with his kids ever since they moved in. He always felt so fuzzy, but refused to allow himself to slip, knowing there were things that needed attention more than his mental state. 

But now, in the safety of his own room, the fuzziness only got worse. This upset Phil. He didn't deserve to be little. He's barely helped around the house. Why did he have to be so useless? He was so upset, he didn't even notice he was slipping. Until he did. All of a sudden, he felt so small. Smaller than he'd ever felt, even when he'd had Niki as he caregiver. 

He rubbed at his face, looking around at his surroundings. He didn't like them. It was too big, and he was too small. It was so much for such a little boy, and he just couldn't handle it. He burst out sobbing, grabbing onto the scratchy old blanket on the bed as he cried. He was too tiny and scared to notice that people were knocking on his bedroom door, but he took notice when the old mahogany door slowly creaked open to reveal a trio of frantic faces. "Phil, phil are you alright?" Wilbur spoke first, concern drenching his words. Philza just sobbed harder, burying in face in the dirty blanket.

Tommy picked up on what was happening, and took action. He approached the distressed little, who had his wings wrapped around himself. "Phil, dad, are you little?" The blonde asked softly, not wanting to startle the on-edge regressor. Phil nodded, hiccups disturbing the steady flow of his tears. "Hey, that's alright, bubba. You're alright. Come here, buddy," Tommy cooed, sitting down and allowing the little to crawl into his lap. He held the bird hybrid close, humming and rubbing his back. Wilbur and Techno exchanged a confused look, before the piglin spoke, "Tommy? What's going on? Why's Phil acting like a baby?" Techno didn't mean it rudely, Phil was indeed acting like an infant. Wilbur nodded, "yeah, Toms. What're you doing?" 

Tommy sighed, rocking Phil, "its called age regression. Its a coping thing where peoples minds go back to a younger age." Techno tilted his head, "is there like a specific age? Or is it different every time?" Tommy shrugged, "its different for every little. Phil seems pretty small, though. Phil, kiddo, how old are you?" Phil made a distressed chirp and held up two balled fists, trying to communicate that he was younger than a year old. 

Tommy gasped dramatically, "so tiny, oh my goodness! Where's all your little stuff, bud?" Phil whined, pointing at the closet before burying his face in the crook of Tommy's neck. Tom motioned for Techno to grab it, so the large hybrid did. He dug through the closet until he found the bag of gear, handing it to Tommy. Wilbur stood awkwardly in the doorway, not knowing what to do. Tommy started to delegate tasks, "Wilbur, take this bottle and formula and make him a bottle, please. Techno, go set the TV to something baby appropriate. I'll get him changed." The two others nodded as they went off to do what they needed to, all perfectly happy with taking care of Phil. 

Tommy smiled and hoisted Phil onto the bed, grabbing one of the diapers in the bag and diaper powder. He rubbed Phil's head and got the diaper on him, ignoring his whines about it. "Such a little boy needs a diaper," Tommy cooed, "don't want any accidents, do we?" He got Phil in a Mickey Mouse onesie and grabbed a duck pacifier for him. He lifted the little up, carrying him over to the couch. 

Will had finished the bottle, and was sitting on the couch with Techno, holding the bottle. Tommy carried Phil to the duo then sat down the the little on his lap. "Wilbur, I think you should feed him. Let him get more comfortable with you," Tommy suggested, smiling when Wilbur nodded and pulled Phil into his lap. The little boy sucked on the bottle, relaxing in Wilbur's caring arms. He finished the formula, cuddling up to Wilbur, who "aww"d. 

As Phil slowly fell asleep, the three newfound caregivers all agreed they'd talk about this when Phil was big, but right now all that mattered was taking care of their little boy.

A/N: I'm so sorry I disappeared for so long, I have no excuse. You all are deserving of content, and I have not been providing. I'm gonna try and do better, and I'm sorry.