Bad Boy// Muke Clemmings

What happens when the schools bad boy Michael Clifford meets innocent Luke Hemmings. Will he risk his reputation or keep his secrets a secret.

Shadows | Muke Clemmings

I live in an apartment with my two best mates. He lives with his two, aggressive older siblings. I play football. He plays the gutair. Im a Devil from Heavan. He's an Angel from Hell. But we have one thing common. We're both just hidden in the shadows...

you lied // muke clemmings

they fell for each other; harder than they fell off the cliff that marked their love and their existance -n

rejects // clemmings au

"I heart you." Michael said, staring at every feature on Luke's face. "You heart me?" Luke asked. "Yeah." "What is that? Is that like 'I love you' for pussies?" or, michael and luke are basically alex and piper from orange is the new black and I couldn't stop myself from writing this.

roses // muke clemmings

the rose with its alluring scent the sharp thorns twisted but it could never compare to the beauty of your eyes and lips for you  are more beautiful than all ive known -m.c.

The Convict/Muke Clemmings

This was my first fic and it's from 2014, vv shitty, read if you want but keep expectations low I messed up, now I have to live in this hell people call jail, man If I knew that in that hell I'll meet my soul mate... Muke Clemmings - Boyxboy

Pranks | Muke

Michael likes to prank Luke. Luke likes to prank Michael. Michael has a reputation at his school as the "Prankster". So when Luke starts messing with him, what will the result be? Because, everyone knows that revenge is a dish best served cold.

blind :: muke au

❝i'm blind,❞ luke muttered. ❝nice to meet you, blind. im michael.❞ © 2014 michaelsvans {#1 fanfiction - 9/28/14} {#8 teen fiction - 9/18/14} cover by @michaelclifford

Muke Smut

Idk just a violent kinky muke smut.

Secret Admirer : Muke

michael, thats kind of the point of a secret admirer. its a secret for a reason. [ lowercase intended ] ©2014 PunkRockCal (lionsandcoffee) / L. Cecilia

Dark Spirit | muke au

"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...