zootbur

[zootbur]

lman and pog are literally sun && moon coded i womt let anyone say othherwisr

[zootbur]

// late nights

a 600-word drabble

featuring lmanbur & pogbur . <3

summary : pogbur wakes up in the middle of the night, lmanbur gently guides him back to sleep.

ao3 . . .

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When Pogbur woke up, the room was still very dark.

It didn't matter much to him, though, as he was enveloped in Lmanbur's arms.

The situation was comfortable, very comfortable in fact, to the point where he felt his head was entirely fuzzy. He didn't feel as if he was able to do so much as lift his head from where it lay against Lmanbur's chest, let alone move at all. However, a gust of wind had blown in through the window, causing Pogbur to shift from the cold that ran over his exposed skin.

Lmanbur, being a very light sleeper, woke up almost immediately to the feeling of the smaller moving in his arms. He blinked awake, letting out a small yawn and, almost as a second nature, gently squeezing Pogbur. He didn't think much until he heard a small babble from under his head.

"What was that, darling?" Lmanbur whispered, half expecting to not even receive a response to the question. However, Pogbur babbled on a bit more, giggling after a moment.

Lmanbur's smile grew as the giggle met his ears. As well as just how adorable his boyfriend could be, he knew fairly well what Pogbur was trying to tell him. It had felt overdue at that point- Pogbur hadn't regressed in quite some time, he would've at some point soon. Quietly, Lmanbur thanked Prime that at the very least this didn't happen while he was working on important paperwork. Lmanbur sitting at his desk while Pogbur was in this state of mind was never the best combination for either party.

"Seems like we have a sweet baby on our hands, hm?" Lmanbur posed, in which he felt Pogbur gently nod against his chest in response. By the way that the mentally-younger had not yet tried to bite his face off, Lmanbur assumed that Pogbur had regressed to an infant-like state. He'd dealt with many of Pogbur's regressions, even promising to be the best caretaker he was able to be for him, and had learned to guage out how young the other had regressed to without having to ask.

When Pogbur's babbling picked back up, Lmanbur began to rub gentle circles on his back.

"Oh, darling, it's so very late..." Lmanbur began to whisper, pausing to let Pogbur process what he had said- He knew it took the little a while longer to figure out what was being said to him while he was in this state. "My baby should be getting some rest at this hour, it's much too late for a little one to still be awake."

Pogbur let out a small whine in response, shifting impossibly closer to Lmanbur as he did so. When the older heard the sniffles begin, he was quick to soothe, giving a kiss to the top of Pogbur's head and making sure his hand was a steady force supporting the little's back.

"I know, I know. You're alright though, little moon, Bubba is going to keep you so very safe." Lmanbur assured, which seemed to quell the younger's worries as he settled comfortably into the taller's arms. Lmanbur used the semi-free hand he had to wiggle the blanket back over Pogbur's form, making sure to tuck him in as gently as ever.

"Bubba's got you, darling. You're safe, nobody will hurt you as long as Bubba's here." Lmanbur whispered as he pressed another kiss onto Pogbur's head. He continued rubbing small circles onto his back, until he heard the sure sound of quiet snoring from underneath him.

"Oh, little moon, I wish you knew how sweet and wonderful you are." Lmanbur murmured into the void of the room, knowing the smaller had already been fast asleep. "I don't know what I would do without you."

Lmanbur made sure to press one more long kiss onto the top of Pogbur's head before settling comfortably, feeling his eyes begin to shut.

At most times, Pogbur and Lmanbur were seen at eachothers throats. Nights like these, though, kept both of them happy and safe. No rivalries were seen, there was just a doting caretaker keeping his little moon safe.

[zootbur]

phantombur still has a lot of bird tendencies from before he died, a big one being preening. he has no wings to preen now, and neither does ghostbur, so his "preening" is nuzzling through ghostbur's hair with his nose to "straighten it out".

[zootbur]

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