#little!five

Ouhg little five.............they definitely need to regress they literally called themselves "the stressed one" SOMEONE LET THEM BE SMALL WITH NO WORRIES

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Ofcourse totally super secret person.. I DID LITTLE!FIVE :3 But if you want~ Feel free to send another ask for caregiver five >:3 (This is me bribing you to stay in my ask box my totally not sibling...) I attempted something new with the lace >:3

Little Five Hargreeves Moodboard !!

HE DOES NOT REGRESS. This is what he tells everybody, he is a sixty five year old man and does not need to 'cope'–...

Okay well, He doesn't regress young at the very least.. Usually kiddo age, he's also a very grumpy little~ Even if he takes his nap prescribed by Klaus.

it takes alot for him to fully regress.. he wants to be mature!. and he can handle being a grownup and no hes not throwing a tantrum–.. Oh Cliffords on? :D He's not interested.. but maybe he'll side eye it a few times..

Likes to play with older gadgets and listen to the radio or dvds, only keeps stuffed animals his siblings give him.. deeppp in the back of a closet..

Credit to @/i-hani for the red png !!

Five wakes up feeling very little-which isn’t an oddity or anything like that, not anymore at least-but he’s really truly never felt as little as he does today. He tries to get up from his bed only to realize his legs aren’t quite on board with that idea. He wobbles a lot before ultimately falling flat on his butt. 

It doesn’t actually hurt but it does startle him into letting out a loud wail of a cry. One that brings every single one of his siblings into his room almost immediately. 

“Five?!” Allison is the first to reach him. She bends down on both knees and checks him over, her motherly instincts going into hyperdrive as he cries big fat tears. “Baby, what’s the matter?” 

Five throws his arms up instead of responding-Allison scoops him up in a hug and gives him little eskimo kisses to make him feel better. Five scrunches up his nose and makes little noises in the back of his throat none of the siblings have ever heard him make before. They’re definitely happy noises, though. 

Klaus comes over and runs a hand through the littles messy bedhead. “You feeling better, honey bunch?” 

Five leans into the touch and babbles gleefully. 

All of the Hargreeves stare at one another and then at Five in awe. “Oh my God, is he like, baby baby right now?” Klaus gasps dramatically. “OhmyGod let me hold the baby right this instant or I will die, Allison! Just absolutely die!” 

Luther’s expecting Allison to roll her eyes and give into Klaus’ dramatics, so he’s surprised when instead she shakes her head and holds Five all the tighter, making him let out a tiny squeak. “Nuh uh.” she peppers Fives face and head with more kisses, making him giggle excitedly by all of the attention. “Baby Five is mine. Isn’t that right, honey?” she cooes, her heart melting when Five cuddles closer. 

Klaus whines. “No fair! I want a turn!” 

Diego steps further into the room and declares: “Screw that, I’m next!” 

Vanya folds her arms across her chest. “How’s that fair? I wanna be next.” 

I can see both Five and Luther being total opposites on the touching.

Both of them have spent so much time alone so both of them are definitely touch-starved but with Luther there's also the added dysphoria, so Luther probably tends to withdraw when upset (hide in small places, like you said! Throw blankets over himself so he's 'invisible' (maybe he has a little pillow fort he goes to when he needs alone time? I can see him loving being in places that are 'tiny', making him feel like he's tiny too).

Five on the other hand needs contact to ground themself, even when they're mad. If their anger is directed at their caretaker maybe they seek someone else out they can hold onto/keep physically close to help calm themself? Also, definitely weighted blankets.

(Luther tried weighted blankets too but I can see him being claustrophobic from all the time he spend on the moon, cramped into his tiny space station and the feeling of weight on his chest just tricks him into thinking he's in space without his suit and the radiation is crushing him and he starts to hyperventilate.

“Hey, I’m headed out, does anybody need anything from the store? I’ll stop by on my way back home tonight.” Vanya announces to the room at large. 

Five peeks up from his morning newspaper with a raised brow. “You’re leaving?” he asks. Allison is in California for the next two weeks with Klaus, who convinced her he’d behave if she let him tag along. Diego’s consulting on a case with the PD at the moment, so he hasn’t been home much the last few days. And Luther is working a double today at the local boxing gym-he left early in the morning after making some elaborate protein shake Five poked fun at him for. 

Vanya nods, “New client downtown and then I’ve got practice with the orchestra-I’ll be home in time for dinner though.” she throws her bag over her shoulder and then straps her violin case across her chest. “So, anything from the store?” 

Ben hums. “Can you get more of those vanilla cookies for the pantry? I think we’re almost out.” 

“Gotcha. Alright, see you guys tonight.” she waves goodbye and strolls out of the room, leaving Ben and Five to their own devices for the rest of the day. 

After a few minutes of silence Ben pushes his chair back and puts his plate in the sink to soak. “Five, I think I’m gonna visit the library today,” he decides. “Need anything?” 

Five sits up straight and puts his newspaper down fully. “Why? We have a library here.” he furrows his brows in confusion, frowning. 

Ben chuckles. “Well, Dads library isn’t exactly full of books for leisurely reading.” 

Five would beg to differ-”Cosmological Inflation and Large-Scale Structure” was a rather leisurely read, in his opinion. But he knows Ben’s recently gotten a taste for comic books and there’s absolutely no way in hell Reginald would have ever allowed such childish things in his library. “Right.” Five scratches the back of his head anxiously. He’s not sure exactly why he’s suddenly got this weird tightening in his chest, but he does. 

little!five isn’t amazing with utensils just yet-but he tries his best!-the first time ben is left alone to take care of five in his headspace he doesn’t know this, tho. five isn’t feeling too hot, he’s been nursing a cold for two days now, so ben decides to make him a nice bowl of chicken soup. he hands five a spoon and tells him to dig in. he turns around to clean up only to startle at the wounded cry from his baby brother, not two seconds later. 

“five?!” he rushes to the table and five is sitting there looking absolutely miserable, lip wobbling, the collar of his t-shirt wet with spilled soup, the spoon laying on the floor now. “oh god, i’m sorry, i shouldn’t have-argh!” ben groans at his own ineptitude and five finally lets a few tears spill down his cheeks.

he mutters a soft little “m’sorry.” and ben feels SO BAD! he’s quick to reassure five that it’s not his fault and that he’s not mad at him, not even a tiny bit, he promises, and is so surprised when five leans into him for comfort that he almost forgets to react, freezing for a moment before wrapping an arm around him. “big” five so rarely initiates contact unless there’s a need for it, after all. 

klaus gets home then and is like “ohmygodben! you let him feed himself hot soup??? he’s so little, spoons are hard!” as he goes over to fives other side to coddle the boy. “don’t worry baby, your favorite brother’s home now.” 

ben flips klaus off over fives head so he can’t see. 

how DARE

but also five gets sick one day and he’s a stubborn little son of a gun so even tho it’s SO OBVIOUS he’s got a hell of a cold, he refuses to even acknowledge it or even take any medicine for it-he lived through the apocalypse for shits sake, one nasty little cold isn’t gonna kill him, he reasons

he ends up falling asleep in the middle of the day on the couch in the living room, half way through some trashy romance novel (i hc he reads them and self inserts himself and delores bc i can lmao) and luther finds him there and sighs, rolling his eyes and nudging him awake, “Five, take some robitussin already and go sleep upstairs in your actual bed.” 

five wakes up in his “little” headspace with a congested nose, a headache, a sore throat, and possibly a fever, too. his first instinct is to raise his arms in the air and wait to get picked up. 

luther freezes for a moment (he’s not great at dealing with littles, he never has been!) before ultimately giving in and taking five into his arms. five clings to him like a little spider monkey, wrapping his arms around luthers neck and resting his chin against his massive shoulder. “I don’t feel so good.” he complains softly, sniffling. 

and luther finally gets some medicine into the kid, except that the moment he tries to put five down in order to measure out the liquid medicine five starts whining and begging to be picked up again, and so luther does everything one handed for the rest of the day, just carrying five around the house, even long after he’s fallen asleep in his arms he doesn’t put him down (he tries to, of course, but five wakes up groggily and looks at luther like he might cry and luther picks him back up almost immediately!) 

can i just say these are all such polite/nice requests for more? ya’ll are dope. i’m very happy u guys liked my jealous!five drabble lol thank u and here’s part 2! thanks for being patient <3