5sos Hybrid One-Shots

7- Can't Buy Happiness//Part 3 of 5

from ao3
by moistmalum

The hours following Luke's discovery consisted of a very thoughtful tree boy and, on the other side, an extremely hyper-hybrid.

The nap had clearly given Michael the energy to jump around the house showering Luke with questions about his family and friends with his cute way of talking. He had his beanie on again since Luke had put back in place waiting for the right moment to talk about it. If Michael didn't mention it, there was a reason.

But, he couldn't take the thought out of his head so he figured that asking wouldn't hurt.
"Mikey, can you sit back on the couch for a second?" He asked in the sweetest voice he could muster.
Michael instantly jumped on the couch, only needing half a glare from his dom to settle down and look up at him puzzled.

"Can you take your beanie off for me, love?" Luke asked, nervous about the boy's reaction.
"M-mikey can't" the kitten boy stuttered looking suddenly upset.
"Why can't you, Michael?"
"Because daddy b-be angwy" he answered sheepishly. Luke was astonished at the nickname he had been given but grinned because he loved it.
"I promise I won't be angry, Mikey" Luke cooed sadly trying to reassure the boy, who was now looking quite convinced. It didn't take long for him to slowly peel the beanie off his head, revealing his black furry kitten ears.

"Mikey be so-sowwy" Michael whispered with tears in his eyes, probably scared of Luke's reaction.
"No, love, don't be sorry" Luke said hurriedly, instinctively leaning in for a hug which the shaken kitten gladly accepted. Luke began slowly stroking his ear in an attempt to calm him down,
"Don't worry, love, I love them. Your ears are so pretty and make you unique" he cooed, succeeding in turning Michael's shaky breaths into soft purrs.

A couple of minutes later, Luke found himself wandering through the house looking for Michael since it was odd that the boy had been so silent for almost half an hour. In fact, something was wrong and Luke found out the very moment he entered the boy's room.

Michael was sitting on his bed, puffy red eyes and tears drying on his cheeks. As he noticed Luke standing in his door frame, he only cried harder,
"D-daddy 'm sowwy" He continued to repeat over and over.
The blonde had a hard time calming him down, repeating that whatever happened was fine, that he wasn't mad at all and that they could fix everything.
"Was 'n a-accident" Michael hiccupped, apologising once more.
"What happened, angel?"
"M-mikey pee-pee was accident da-daddy" he mumbled blushing, clearly tired after crying so much.
Luke was surprised that the 16-year-old had wet himself during the day, but thought of it as a result of the environment change. He then picked the boy up and carried him to the bathroom.

"Can you strip off your pants, Mikey? I'm gonna bring you clean ones" Luke instructed as he left to return soon after with a fresh set of boxers and sweats. Michael thanked tiredly, then shyly asked to be carried to his bed.

Luke gladly took him in his arms and gently laid him in his queen-sized bed, tucking him in.

Once his boy was already asleep (and it was only 5 pm), Luke caught up on the work he had been ignoring since Michael came into his life. He was starting to feel tired himself.

He finally laid in his bed as well, not caring about how early it was since he wanted to be awake and ready the next day to take care of his baby.