Wings - Muke
This one is not that cringy, you can read it without me wanting to rip my hair off Love is a human feeling Humans are dangerous Muke boyxboy Annie❤
This one is not that cringy, you can read it without me wanting to rip my hair off Love is a human feeling Humans are dangerous Muke boyxboy Annie❤
Michael Clifford had a normal life. Go to work, go home, eat pizza, play video games and then sleep. But that all changed when he met the small, innocent kitty shivering-cold in an alleyway. credits to: @WritingInLove3049 !! she's the bomb omg from: 3/9/15 8:41 pm to 12/30/15 1:43 pm translated in Italian by @My_futu...
3:00am; the hour of the devil. michael clifford, the devil himself. | Copyright © mgcthood, All rights reserved 2014
Luke and Michael are neighbors who both have a tendency to leave their windows open. Fanfiction #9
"A gardenia tells the receiver you are lovely. And you, Luke Hemmings, are lovely." or, the fic about flowers and two boys with a kid.
Michael didn't say much. Luke said nothing at all. Luke and Michael were perfect for each other. Silent. But still perfect. WINNER OF THE 'MUKE' BROMANCE AWARD ALSO AWARDED THE STORY WITH THE MOST VOTES OUT OF ALL OTHER CATAGORIES
Luke and Michael meet in a therapy group; luke is broken and Michael just really wants to see him smile.
Old fic, but it's supposed to be funny so you can laugh at all the mistakes as well Lucas has a tiny crush They decided to go wild in Las Vegas Shit happened They lost their asian nigga Muke Clemmings/ boyxboy
Luke Hemmings was shy by nature yet somehow forced that way by his home life. His only escape? Watching a lavender haired boy play guitar and sing covers of popular songs. One day, when Michael discovers his daily admirer, he decides to confront Luke. But what could that possibly lead to? Trigger warning: Self harm a...
"Next!" The fortune teller calls. Michael smiled sheepishly at Ashton as he pulled back the curtain, walking in and taking his seat. They didn't believe in this crap; it was a dare. The fortune teller didn't look at her ball, or even Michael for that matter. She looked past his shoulder, her hands slightly shaking a...