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.