Hey there! Ily sm💖💖! I just had this request I wanted to ask if you could do... Touch starved!Five and his siblings’ ways of comforting him. (He’s gotta be at least a little (read: a lot) touch starved after being alone for so long with only Dolores the inhuman and the Handler who is like ice)
thank you v much for the request!! i hope this suffices!!
He knows all too well what touch deprivation feels like
He’s struggling with it himself. He was isolated for so long and now with this new…body, he doesn’t want people to see it. To feel it.
So Luther was the first person to notice the way Five would longingly stare at Klaus’ legs draped across Diego’s lap on the couch or at Vanya and Allison when they walk with linked arms
He first learns how desperate his brother is when he hears him screaming down the hall in the middle of the night
He barges into the room to find his little(er) brother thrashing violently in his bed, a stream of “no, no, no not again” and “please be alive, I can’t, I can’t” escaping his trembling lips
Luther gently shook the smaller man’s shoulder and was immediately met with Five’s blue eyes piercing open at him. He immediately shrunk in on himself looking too much like the 13 year old he used to be
“Hey buddy, it’s okay. You’re back, you’re safe, we’re safe..”
Five leaped up at his bigger brother, wrapping his arms tightly around his large frame as much as his small body possibly could
Luther tensed at first realizing he was only wearing a tank top and pants; He was vulnerable. But he then realized they both were.
Luther didn’t leave his brother’s side until 5 AM the next morning, staying up until Five was asleep and making sure he stayed as such
Since that night, Luther makes an effort to sit next to Five at breakfast. He starts by inching closer to him, noting the way his body language relaxes as he starts to lean into the touch. They’re shoulder to shoulder, thigh to thigh.
Luther eventually reached his arm across the back of Five’s chair, inviting him to rest on his chest. He happily obliges.
Diego has never been the quickest to pick up on things but one thing he definitely can read is body language
He watches the way Five leans into hugs or the way his hand lingers a little longer than comfortable when passing someone a glass.
Diego starts by ruffling his hair every morning, fully prepared for some snippy remark. But he was met with only a small scoff and a blush. Success.
When Diego sees that Five is particularly moody he’ll just walk up to the angsty boy.
He’s either writing on his walls or his head is stuck in a book or just…completely immersed in something. Once again lost in that incredible head of his. His shoulders tense, leg bouncing frantically.
Diego will simply take the book or chalk out of his hands and wrap the smaller man up in his arms. They’ll stay that way: silent and in each others arms from 30 seconds to 5 minutes at a time.
If possible, Allison likes going out with Five at least a few times a month.
Sometimes they went to the mall or just to a quiet cafe. She wants her brother to get a taste of the simpler things she remembered being ecstatic to experience for the first time once she left the Academy.
She loves any time she can get with Five. She’d missed her brother. She had forgotten some of his “Fiveisms”. Little things like his insane sweet tooth and clear disdain for romance fiction (which includes her movies)
Sometimes when they’d walk around in the mall, Five would get overwhelmed. Too much noise, too many smells, too many people. It just was too much to handle.
Allison would wordlessly take his hand in his, rubbing circles with her thumb against his knuckles. She never commented on how he wouldn’t let go until they got home.
Klaus has always been the most affectionate of the Hargreeves. He was always touching someone in some way. It was casual at this point, but he needed them. When he couldn’t tell who was alive and who wasn’t anymore, he needed to feel a warm body with a stable heartbeat. His siblings never really minded even if they acted otherwise.
Now as adults nothing has really changed. And nothing changed when Five came back either.
After avoiding the end of the world, Klaus found himself struggling with uhhhh…everything. He was often found downstairs in the middle of the night. He’d either watch TV or be found in the kitchen. Always doing something. Keeping busy.
Five would join him. Klaus would watch him patter into the room and just motion him over on the couch. He’d let his brother rest his head in his lap. Klaus would run his fingers through his soft hair until he fell asleep.
The pair always woke up with blankets draped over them.
Ben is now able to be around for a few hours at a time after everything. Klaus getting stronger meant he too got stronger.
Ben didn’t just check up on Klaus all those years. He checked up on everyone. But he couldn’t check in on Five.
Five always got along with Ben and Vanya the best - them being a lot quieter and frankly the least annoying of the bunch
So whenever Ben was around, Five gravitated towards him whether he realized it or not.
They’d sit in Five’s room on the bed. Being dead meant Ben had a lot of time to read, so he had an influx of recommendations. And Five was determined to read every single one.
Five would slowly inch closer to Ben until they were touching. At first, it overwhelmed Ben - the touching. Any touch at all really. But he quickly grew fond of the weight of his brothers head against his shoulder.
Ben would sometime spend all of his hours corporeal just reading. And Five appreciated Ben for his time and trust.
Vanya took Five’s disappearance the hardest. He was her safe space all those years ago.
Whenever Five heard the sound of her violin, he found himself wandering into her room to listen to her play. He’d missed that sound so much - it was something he held onto so tightly all those years in isolation
The pair would often listen to music together. It varied from 60′s bops to Vanya’s favorite classical pieces
The pair would also go out together!!
Their favorite spot was still Griddy’s. Vanya watched as he stuffed his small frame with as many donut holes as possible.
They’d walk with their arms linked, talking amongst themselves about anything and everything
Whenever Five was having trouble sleeping and Vanya was around, he’d go to her room and she knew what he needed without asking. She’d put on her playlist of Bach cello suite’s and open her bed up to him.
He’d fall asleep in her arms - safe and home. He never had nightmares in her room.
