love, luke. || m.c + l.h
dear michael, i hate myself. love, luke.
"Kiss me, you loser," "No problem my red headed punk rocker," A series of letters between Luke Hemmings and Michael Clifford; two Australian idiots brought together via English project. Trigger warning: Self harm Cover by undertoness
Michael sees things he shouldn't when he meets Luke. (completed. highest ranking #52 in fanfiction)
"What, are you like an axe murder or something?", luke chuckled. I just laughed too, because he had no fucking clue. #207 in fanfiction ::: 9/25/15 [ lowercase intended ] cover by bbg @arcticpeters copyright; brighteyedirwin
dear michael, i'm not crazy. i swear. love, luke. Book 2: Sequel to Love, Luke.
{SEQUEL TO MUTE} Michael and Luke Clifford. They were perfect, until little April came along. {#114 in fanfiction}
“and without you, is how i disappear.” \ \ in which a boy is slowly killing himself because the one he loved was gone / /
Luke loves Disney, Michael loves Luke. Or, the one in which two boys confess feelings, 12 years overdue.
michael, thats kind of the point of a secret admirer. its a secret for a reason. [ lowercase intended ] ©2014 PunkRockCal (lionsandcoffee) / L. Cecilia
"So you, the serial killer, expects me, the totally innocent, but unbelievably unhappy high school student, to walk into the sunset with you and be happy?" "That doesn't sound too bad." "You're lucky you're cute." × Prequel to I Never Wanted To || Cashton × Ranked #199 #169 #145 #133 #114 & #84 in fanfiction. All Rig...
daddy!michael has trouble keeping baby clifford quiet.
❝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
in which luke doesn't smile and michael wants to change that. © All Rights Reserved.
so·cial net·work / noun / a network of social interactions and personal relationships. 2014 all rights reserved © -ymas-
"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...