The Flower Kitty; muke

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Yes, I am still alive, and I'm so fuckin' sorry for this chapter.

- slightly TRIGGERING -

They're back.

All the voices swirling in the young boy's head, once again.

Michael took hold of his head, legs pushed up against his chest as he squeezed himself underneath his bed.

'Look, it's the fag.'

'Can't talk? Fucking retard.'

'Hah, he dyed his hair again. He looks like a clown.'

'You should just die, faggot!'

Michael's lips trembled, tears spurting out from his eyes as he ripped his bracelets off.

'Look, the fag is cutting himself, such an attention whore.'

'You should work out, nasty, wouldn't want your fats ruining your chances of getting laid, if you even have any chances.'

'If you were gone, I swear nothing will change in this world but maybe it'll even get better.'

The young boy stared at his arm with emotionless eyes, feeling no more pain in him and just feeling numb.

'Jesus, you should look at your face, kid, you look like a ghost with your skin.'

'Your hair is gonna fall off soon, I'll be the first one to take a picture.'

'I picture you to grow up alone with thousands of cats, like an old lady but you, you're a faggot.'

He started tracing lines on his arm, slowly sinking his finger nail deeper into the already bruised skin.

'Hah, you're a wannabe geek with all your pokemon gear and your stupid cards. You should just show your real self and that's as a fag.'

'I wonder if your parents ever thought of putting you up for adoption.'

'Your parents probably look disgustingly at you, they're probably so embarrassed to call you their one and only son.'

Michael reached for the silver blade he kept hidden under his messy pile of clothes, holding it tightly in his hand.

'Look at your bunny teeth, get braces for pete's sake!'

'You should just die so no one would get victimised by your gayness.'

The boy lightly dragged the sharp object across his milky skin, lines of red marks appearing and soon, turning into blood red streaks.

'No one will ever love you.'

'Your parents don't love you, and I bet you don't even love yourself so just do it already, fag, kill yourself.'

He gasped, something triggering in him as he dropped the razor from his hand.

"I'm stronger than this, don't give them the satisfaction they want." he said to himself, crawling out from underneath his bed and washed himself off in his bathroom.

"Your parents love you, someone will love you, you have Ashton and Harley, just always be you and good will come." he murmured, looking at the family portrait he had hanging up in his room.

"Someone will love you." he repeated, somehow believing his words.

Michael kneaded his fingers through the soft tufts of Luke's hair as he laid on the bed with his head on the headboard and the younger laying in-between his legs, Luke nuzzling himself closer to his boyfriend.

"Lukey knows Mikey thinks about lines again." he suddenly said, snapping Michael out from his thoughts from when he was still 15.

Michael hummed, "Oh yeah? How'd you know that?" he questioned, kissing the back of Luke's hair and pulling the boy further into him. "Mikey stare at lines and was bery quiet. Lukey not want Mikey sad mmhkay? Lukey lovah you so so much, Mikey." the little one purred, turning over so he was face to face with the older.

Michael smiled weakly at the boy, placing his hands on Luke's hips as the little one straddled his thighs with his hands pressed on his chest. "I love you so so much, my sweet little Lukey." Michael said, Luke leaning down and locked his lips with his boyfriend's.

Just as when Michael was about to deepen the kiss, Luke pulled back, giggling when Michael made a whining noise. The hybrid took Michael's arm, pushing up his sweater revealing the faint marks.

He reached down, pressing kisses onto each bruise.

"Mikey is b-beautiful."

Kiss

"Mikey is perpect."

Kiss

"Mikey is the nicest human eber."

Kiss

"Mikey is Lukey's love."

Kiss

"Luke lovah Mikey and only Mikey."

Kiss

Michael's eyes gathered up with tears, sighing shakily when Luke kissed both of his cheeks. Luke nudged his cheek with Michael's, purring affectionately and nuzzling his face onto the crook of the older's neck.

"Now, my moon and stars, sleep. Shall go to Dizwey tomorrow." Luke hushes, pulling the quilt over himself and Michael.

"I'm so happy I met you, Luke." Michael sniffled, Luke cooing and kissing his tears away. "Lukey more happy that met Mikey, love Mikey so much." Luke spoke, playing with the hair of Michael's neck in order to lull him to sleep which was working since Michael's eyes started dropping.

"Good night, my love." Luke whispered, kissing Michael's forehead and fell into unconsciousness himself, seconds later.

- - -

Charles smirked, pushing the old rugged curtain to the side, only to reveal lots and lots of photos and printed data about Luke.

He picked up his tools, turning to the guy he had strapped onto the operating table.

"Hello, Jack Barakat, you'll be doing something for me and you'll do it whether you like it or not." he said, a creepy cheshire cat smile on his face as he edged closer to Jack, who's screamed were muffled by the duct tape on his mouth.

"Oh, Jacky boy, better save your energy for what I'm going to make you do rather than now." the crazy guy tutted, eyes gleaming with insanity.

:-x

I'm so sorry oh my goodness, but yeah this is really how I planned it to be but don't worry! more fluff coming your way x

cute artwork at the top by @mikeys_kittenbae, it's so adorable isn't it? awwe.

oh and and I have published a sucky luke hemmings one shot so if you're not doing anything or yeah, go and check it out please xx

I love you all and who wants a muke child? x