#little!five

[bottle-of-ketchup]

Attempted to make a little Five stimboard.................not the best I will say.gulps

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

[yourlocalmoon]

Could I request (another) cg five and/or little five moodboard(s), pretty please? :c As a super special request from someone who totally doesn't know you at all and totally isn't your sibling...

-🐱

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 !!

Credit to @/moreover-angel for the blue png !!

[mynumberfivethings]

Good morning/night/whatever time you read this! I had two ideas about little!Five that I wanted to share with you, but I’ll have to do two separate asks for space reasons. The first is five regressed to the youngest he’s ever been and he’s just happy and cuddly and babbling. Happy baby babble is just the cutest thing (and I think that the siblings would agree).

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.” 

Luther chuckles. “You know while you’re all here arguing Allison’s sneaking away with the baby, right?” 

[b-rainlet]

Fuck now I'm imagining the type of Littles Luther and Five are. They'd both probably be easy overly stimulated (their respective trauma and my projection with Five making them Autistic) but they're tantrums are very different. Luther tends to cry and tries to hide under tables while Five throws a fit, literally, they pick the first thing they can lift and throw it. Soft stuffed animals and quite small places to hide helps Luther get calm while Five prefers cuddling and weighted/heated blankets.

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.

Didn't let Diego touch him for several hours).

[mynumberfivethings]

Little!five and separation anxiety??

“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. 

“When will you be back?” 

Ben shrugs. “Not sure. Probably before dinner, though.” 

“Do you mind if I come with you?” Five blurts out. “I-” he clears his throat. “There’s a book I’ve been looking for but I don’t think we have it here.” 

Ben tilts his head. Five is a homebody, Ben’s discovered, in the last few months since he was brought back to life. He enjoys sitting at home and reading books, occasionally he’ll watch Jeopardy and put the contestants on the show to shame with the odd amount of trivia he actually knows, but mostly he really only goes out if it’s necessary or if Allison plans a fun family outing and Five is in his little headspace.  

“Sure, I don’t mind. You wanna drive?” 

Five rolls his eyes. “I can just blink us over there.” 

Ben sighs, “Fine, but try to teleport us somewhere at least kind of inconspicuous?” The last time Five agreed to bring him somewhere Ben got an earful from a woman they scared half to death by suddenly appearing out of seemingly thin air not two feet away from her in the bread aisle of the grocery mart. 

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The library is quiet today, which isn’t too surprising considering it’s before noon on a Wednesday. 

“I’m gonna go check out the upstairs.” Ben half whispers, already going towards the stairwell. 

Five watches Ben walk away with a longing he can’t quite place. He rests his palm against his chest-there’s an ache there he can’t identify. All he knows is that he wants to follow his brother, but he also knows what odd behavior that is. He’s not in his little headspace right now, after all. He doesn’t need to be chaperoned like a child, despite the body he’s in. 

Instead, Five decides to roam about the History section a bit. 

There’s a giggling that calls his attention about fifteen minutes into his browsing; he looks up to find across the library in the Childrens Books section a young mother and her toddler. She’s shushing the child, but there’s a smile on her face and she’s holding up a Dr. Seuss hardcover and pointing out the silly rhymes and the even sillier made up creatures. She’s sitting down with the boy in her lap and he’s curled up against her looking the picture of warm and snug and...happy. 

“Shit.” Five gulps. He can feel it coming on, can feel his control coming apart at the seams. Not here, he thinks, not now. But the tears prickling at the edges of his eyes tell him he’s got little say in the matter. 

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Ben thought Five might join him upstairs after a while but it’s been about a half hour now and his brother’s nowhere to be seen. Curious to see what’s gotten Fives attention, he heads back downstairs. 

Ben looks practically everywhere-first in the sections where he thinks Five would most be drawn to-when he’s had no luck he starts to worry. Five knows better than to teleport without letting one of them know if he’s going elsewhere. It took him a while to learn that, in fact. 

“Um, excuse me, sorry to bother you,” he begins, speaking to the woman at the front desk, “But is there a chance you saw where my brother might’ve gone? I can’t find him anywhere. He’s thirteen, about this tall, black hair-” 

Thankfully there are so few people in the library at the moment that it doesn’t take much for the librarian to recognize who he’s talking about. “Oh, I think I saw him head for the restroom, right that way, to your left.” 

Ben thanks her profusely before heading in that direction. He steps foot inside and he can see Five’s shoes peeking out from under the one stall that’s not empty. “I’m gonna check out a couple of books and head to the Starbucks across the street, so meet me there when you’re done here, ok?” he calls out. 

He’s expecting an annoyed. “Fine.”-no one, Five most of all, likes to be interrupted while in the bathroom, after all. 

But instead he’s surprised to hear a stifled sob and a small, nearly inaudible. “Kay.” 

Ben immediately marches up to the stall, his concern coming back tenfold. “Five? Hey, you ok? What’s wrong? Did something happen?” 

Another stifled sob. “N-no.” 

That’s definitely little Five in there, no doubt about it, Ben confirms in his head. “Five, can you open the door for me, please? I just wanna make sure you’re ok.” 

It takes a second and some fumbling with the latch but when Five does open it, it’s only to reveal a splotchy red face streaked with tears and a runny nose. 

Ben pulls him into his arms without a second thought and squeezes. “What’s the matter?” Five melts into him, his little hiccups turning to sobs. 

“Don’t leave.” Five cries. “Don’t wanna be alone anymore. Please.” 

Ben’s heart shatters and he holds his baby brother all the tighter. Five has been acting a bit out of sorts since Allison and Klaus left, and then with everyone else in the house so busy lately that they’re barely ever there during waking hours-well, Ben can see now why Five’s been extra attentive when his few remaining siblings decide to leave the house. 

“I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were feeling this way sooner.” He manages to pick Five up pretty easily-the kid, unfortunately, doesn’t weigh much-and Five latches on instantly, his legs wrapping around Bens waist and his arms around his neck. 

He tucks his face against Ben’s neck and huffs out another sob. “Wanna go home.” 

Ben rocks him gently back and forth, rubbing a hand up and down his back comfortingly. “Of course.” They’re going to have to take the bus, seeing that they didn’t bring the car, Ben is thinking, just as suddenly they’re transported from the library mens room to Ben’s bedroom back at the Umbrella Academy. 

Ben blinks. Five doesn’t often use his powers when he’s in his little headspace-big Five has explained it to them before that when he does, it’s more of a reflex than anything, and oftentimes he ends up three feet to the left of where he’d intended to land, which doesn’t seem like too bad of a miscalculation, until it is. 

Ben sets Five down on his bed, intending to go into the kitchen and prepare him a nice warm bottle, but that’s a mistake, if the look of absolute devastation on Fives face has anything to say about it. Ben holds out a hand. “C’mere buddy, we can go downstairs together, ok?” 

Five takes the offered hand with both of his, gripping on like it’s a lifeline. 

Ben gives in once they’re in the kitchen and picks a sniffling Five up and props him up on his hip while he goes about heating up the milk. “You know,” Ben says quietly. “You can tell us if you’re ever feeling lonely or scared or...anything, really. I know you were alone for a really long time.” 

He can feel Five stiffen up in his arms. “Scary.” he mutters. And that’s all he has to say to that. The milk boils and Ben does some kind of magic trick in order to fill the bottle up while also holding onto a little. They end up back in Ben’s room and this time he sits down on the bed with Five on his lap. “Don’t wanna nap.” he whines softly, even though his eyes are already fluttering as Ben rocks him gently. 

“But you’re so sleepy already.” Ben chuckles at the yawn Five tries to stifle. 

Five shakes his head stubbornly. “Don’t want you to go.” 

Ben tugs Five in closer to his chest and leans down to kiss him on his forehead. “I won’t. I swear I’ll be right here when you wake up, ok?” 

Five looks up at him with big, teary eyes. “Ok.” 

Ben decides the milk is just at the right temperature now for Five to drink and so he places the bottle at Fives lips and sure enough the little opens up and sucks on the teat hungrily. The milk they feed Five is a special milk full of proteins and a decent amount of calories-it’s honestly the only way to get their brother to eat most days. So Ben is relieved when Five ends up drinking the entire thing instead of leaving it half full, as he’s prone to doing. 

Five is clearly drowsy, his eyes closing and then opening abruptly as he forces himself to stay awake. “Here, let’s try this.” Ben says, adjusting them so that they’re both laying down on the bed. He pulls Five in towards his chest and Five goes willingly, more than happy to be engulfed in Bens warmth. 

Vanya finds her two brothers sleeping in exactly that position a couple of hours later-her practice having been postponed for a later date. She grins and takes her phones out to snap a photo-ok, several photos-and sends them to the family group chat. 

[mynumberfivethings]

little five with getting help eating from his siblings ?

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. 

they fight over who gets to feed spoon feed five until allison gets home and yells at the both of them for letting his soup get cold.

[mynumberfivethings]

little!five being carried by luther🥺🥺

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!) 

the rest of the hargreeves find luther asleep on the couch with the tv on low, with five curled up against his chest snoring quietly. 

[mynumberfivethings]

bro please give us more of the jealous five content I need a resolution or im going to b thinking abt it all night

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 

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