Love that when the siblings went through the revolving door of the hotel Five said "There were two entrances by the way" like he didn't just plow through the door with everyone else instead of waiting for the next opening in the door or going to the other door
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any particular thoughts on how number would react to delores?
Do I! Do I!
The long and short of it is that Number would fucking hate Delores. She represents too much about how bad things could have been for him and begs for self reflection, which he is not going to do.
She's an immediate shorthand to show how desperate and insane Five got living alone in the apocalypse, with the added level of that Number is also Five. Number is also confident and comfortable in his identity as aroace - been there, tried it, didn't like it, he's good to go. And now here's this alternate version of himself that not only went so far off the deep end that he made up a person to love, but he then made that fake person his wife.
We know the nuance of Five and Delores (at least through my headcanon - Five was 13 when he landed in the apocalypse and had very limited examples and vocabulary for what adult relationships are and mean to build his Person with), but Number absolutely is not going to sit down and listen. He's out, it's too close and too real and makes how close he was to being Five too much. Delores' introduction to us in the show was a real What The Fuck; her introduction to Number would be a true mindfuck. She's where he's drawing his line for Too Far.
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Bro I don’t know why I like fics with Five regressing mentally so much but I think I just have a hard time believing that after not growing up properly and fucking up his body that his mind would just like…not go mental and regress to when he felt safest, which was most definitely before he jumped in 2002.
It feels realistic. He’s not invincible, and even when he was one he never really got to be a kid, either because of the Academy or the Apocalypse.
And sure, maybe he got to mature and become socially less anemic when he was under the Commission but that wasn’t exactly a pleasant few years and it’s a drop in an ocean to the time he spent alone, and a boatload of trauma to boot.
I dunno. Just him accepting that he can have a do-over on his childhood in some of the ways that count is just really heartwarming to me, and honestly not a piece I think tua4 will cover even if it ever gets to his trauma recovery at all.
Also Five having long hair getting to dress like a teen is funny and entertaining as hell to me.
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it could be worse?
five x gn!reader
you suffer an injury, a very bad one that involves a missing limb. your cranky best friend and partner lectures you as he does first aid on you before you take off and as he does, you try to contrast his pessimism! something that's not working . . .
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tw: arguing/bickering bcs five is always grumpy, mentions of injuries (not descriptive, no blood mentioned whatsoever), mentions of decapitation, mentions of death, one or two cuss words methinks? that's all!
*this can be viewed as a romantic or platonic relationship!
“What did I tell you?”
“To not do anything stupid?”
“To not do anything stupid! And what did you do?”
“Do something stupid.”
Your cranky subordinate, Five, pinched the bridge of his nose between his pointer finger and thumb, clearly stressed. You snicker at his reaction, groaning at the pain in your shoulder as Five tightened the tourniquet. Your arm was now non-existent, having been chopped cleanly off by your guys’ opposing before finishing the little fucker off. The opponent now laid unmoving, their decapitated head awkwardly facing the two Commissioners.
“Don’t laugh. Nothing’s funny,” he hisses, to which you laugh at despite being told not to.
Five finished off the tourniquet, leaving you to mutter a small thank you. “I mean hey, it could be worse?” you shrug, immediately regretting the action when pain shot up through your side. The man named after a number furrows his brows and widens his eyes, clearly not amused.
“You just had your arm cut off! What do you mean it could be worse?!” he practically screeches, not having any of this.
“Hey, man, I’m just trying to be optimistic!” you flick his forehead with your only hand as you said this, “both arms could be gone? Maybe a leg or all of my limbs?! I’m the one with the missing arm here, I’m supposed to be the one freaking out!”
“Well, you’re freaking out right now!”
“I know and your yelling isn’t making it better!”
“Gah, you’re impossible–” Five inhales sharply, throwing his head back and shutting his eyes in hopes of getting rid of his growing migraine. He stands up and wipes his bloody hands on his pants. “Stay here, I’m getting the briefcase, alright?”
“Fine. You better hurry, I’m hungry.”
“Fuck you, ‘cause so am I.”
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“Seems pretty big to me.”
It’s about perspective, Klaus, get on a fifty-eight-year-old-thirteen-year-old’s level.
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