Young Luther

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I know someone requested the younger cast, so here's a Luther one and I'm sure I'll come up with a preference for them all soon! :)

Also you do live in the same house as Luther here. And you're about 13/14.
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"Y/N!" Luther called from the hallway. You turned to see him running towards you with a box in his hand.

"Woah, what's that?" You questioned.

"A necklace," he opened the box, "for Allison! Do you think she'll like it?"

You were already crying inside. You had a crush on Luther for a few months, but didn't notice how truly in love he was with Allison until now. But you couldn't spoil his excitement.

"I'm sure she will love anything you give her." You say and start walking back to your room.

"Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah I'm fine, go hang with Allison." You lightly smiled and left.

You threw yourself on your bed and cried for a few minutes, until Klaus came in.

"Y/N?? What are you crying over? There's no reason a disastrous teen like you should be crying." He said, sitting on the bed. His sarcasm was not helping.

"I'm in love with someone who doesn't love me back." You said, wiping your eyes.

"Screw love, get high." He sighed.

"Aren't you like 13?? Where are you getting all these drugs Klaus??"

"Oh no, I've already said too much!" He dramatically gasped and you chuckled.

"For real though Y/N, if you love someone you have to tell them." Klaus said, "We never know what's going to happen. I mean, what if you got hit by a bus tomorrow and your last thought was you never told them? My last thought would probably be about drinking, but you know we all have our own ways."

Despite the seemingly terrible advice that was, and the mention of death, and alcohol, Klaus was right.

"I mean who's this jerk of a guy who doesn't like you anyway?"

"Luther."

"Y/N ARE YOU STUPID? ALL HE DOES AT DINNER IS STARE AT YOU, HE TALKS ABOUT YOU ALL THE TIME." Klaus yelled.

"Then why would he ask me about a necklace for Allison, Klaus? That doesn't make any sense!" You started to choke up thinking about it again.

As soon as you said it, you got a text:

L: Can you come to my room? I need help with something.

"Well, speak of the devil." You muttered, "Okay Klaus, I guess we will see who he truly likes in these next few minutes."

"Oh don't mind me, I'm going to stand in the hallway and eaves drop."

You solemnly walked to Luther's room, thinking about today's earlier events and what Klaus had said. It still made no sense to you. You turned the corner into Luther's room and fake smiled.

"Hi, I'm here." You said. Luther grinned ear-to-ear.

"Hi Y/N, I was wondering if I could get you to hold something for me." He held out the box from earlier and you groaned. "You should open it and have a second look."

You couldn't resist temptation, so you opened the box. You had never truly looked at the necklace before, it was beautiful. A heart locket, a nice chain, and some initials carved in the locket. However, you noticed something about the initials.

They weren't Allison's initials. They were your initials.

"L-Luther, why are my initials on Allison's necklace?" He sat blushing and smirking while you asked.

"Because, the necklace isn't for Allison, it's for you Y/N." He stood up and walked towards you. "I like you Y/N. Not Allison. And I don't know whether or not you like me back, but I really hope so, because It's going to be really hard to un-carve those initials." He laughed.

You were stunned. You had no idea he felt the same way. You didn't know what to say. You were so quiet, Luther's face quickly turned bright red and embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, you don't look okay, are you okay? I shouldn't have gotten the necklace should-" and you cupped his face in your hands and kissed him.

It took him a second to realize what was happening, but once he did he kissed back smiling. It was a quick but sweet kiss.

"YEAHH Y/N GET YOU SOME-" You heard a voice from the hallway and laughed.

"Really Klaus!" You and Luther both yelled and started giggling.

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