trans people making trans jokes:

(Tw: p*riod, hint at dysphoria)

(It's a trans Five fic so yea)

"Allison?" she looked up to see an unusually pale Five.

Immediately alarmed, she pushed herself into a sitting position, ready to get up if needed. "Yeah? Are you okay?" she asked softly.

Five shifted uncomfortably on his feet, his eyes looking everywhere else than to her face. "You know that thing... that thing women... people born as female get where they... you know... bleed?"

Allison bit her lip and nodded, a realization suddenly dawning on her. She had never considered he'd have to deal with that.

After talking for a bit, she realized that he hadn't either. The apocalypse had apparently been pretty rough and food had been scarce, so normal bodily functions like that hadn't been much of a concern and once he got out of there his body had been too old for that to even be a possibility.

Now he was was back in his teenage body, pre the gender reassignment surgeries he had apparently gotten at the comission. "And somehow my body just hasn't gotten the memo yet," he grumbled, picking at the fabric of his jacket. "And it hurts like hell," he mumbled.

Allison wasn't entirely sure if he was only referring to the physical pain, but either way she was gonna help him god damn it. Mom-mode was on and, surprisingly with no objections from Five she brought him a hot water bottle, the softest blanket in the house, painkillers and a cup of tea. That's where the objection came in the form of a weak attempt at his usual cold tone as he told her that he doesn't drink tea and would prefer coffee. He did add a please at least.

"Caffeine can make the cramps worse," she informed him, handing him the mint tea. He gave her a sceptical look. "Mint tea helps with the pain," she added, sitting down besides him.

They sat like that for a bit in silence, Five occasionally sipping his tea. After a while he cleared his troath, as if to say something, Allison looked at him expectantly, but he remained silent. Then a quiet "thank you," broke the silence. She looked at him and gave his shoulder a squeeze. To her surprise he leaned into the touch.

"Hey, what are sisters for, if not to help their brothers when they're having a bloody bad time?" she said in her British accent she had taught herself for acting. Five snickered, leaning his head on her shoulder with a yawn.

She stroked his hair, kissing his forehead. Five froze at the touch and for a moment the worried she had taken the affection too far, then Five sniffled and cuddled closer mumbling out a choked "thank you."

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the apocalypse was absolute hell, but not just because he was alone, but because he was unable to get surgery. he lived for 45 years in the wrong body, resulting in many broken ribs from binder overuse and breathing problems

managed to convince the handler to allow him time off to get surgery and heal. yay!

but then got sent back to 2019 in his teenage body and the trauma of being stuck in the wrong body all came flooding back

either wears a sports bra or binder, really depends if he’s willing to break a rib or not

came out when he was 12 and has been on t since. used klaus as his “guardian” to get permission to continue with his hrt after being sent back to 2019

“im going through puberty twice!” was a joke cus he’s really going through it for the third time

the itching from the paradox psychosis was so intense because of his binder

luther: five! why are you so itchy?? is it the paradox psychosis again?

five: no this goddamn binder is killing me

oh and the symptoms from the paradox psychosis was just worse in general because of hormonal reasons. he’s stuck in his body before transitioning after all.

sees luther’s huge man tits and suddenly feels more comfortable about his binder not being completely flat

stopped packing regularly after it fell out during a fight. having his dick fall off in the middle of action was NOT ideal for him or his reputation

being purposely misgendered results in him getting a little… hostile

had a bad dysphoria day once and repeatedly teleported into a hospital begging for surgery. unsurprisingly, they declined every time

when he’s not wearing his signature schoolboy outfit, he’s in loose clothing and especially baggy hoodies

me, stuffing breadsticks into my bag: i have to g-

date: but that doesn't make the hc any less valid for trans people who want to see themselves represented

Of course I can!

He realizes he’s trans quite early on. He’s barely twelve before he announces to the dinner table that he’s now a male and would like to be addressed as such. He adds that if anybody dared to use female pronouns he’d poison their food with laxatives.

Hargreeves tells him no talking at the dinner table. The rest of the siblings are in shock.

At first they toe around the idea. No one wanted to say the wrong thing.

But then Klaus is the first one to give him a uniform with shorts instead of a skirt. Ben follows, and in the end every boy sibling ends up donating one or two of their uniforms.

They understand now why Five never chose a name, why he never liked to paint his nails with Allison or Klaus, or liked pretty dresses.

They don’t help him with research or names because Five likes his name just fine and he can do research himself without their help. But there is never a moment when they’re not there for moral support. When Five is nervous going out the first time with his new haircut, Diego is right there next to him before Five can say anything. He tells him how cool his new haircut is, how masculine it makes him look. When a “bad guy” uses the wrong pronouns (usually as an insult) Klaus yells a correction while Luther or Ben either punch the daylights out of them or just stab them with a tentacle.

Five gets to live a year comfortable with himself before he accidentally sends himself into the apocalypse. After that he has to scavenge for binders and he had to forget about any sort of hormone therapy.

When he joins the Commission though, they’re more than happy to help him with transitioning. He gets everything he needs and more. He becomes the man he always dreamed of being.

But he never forgets his siblings and what they did for him. So he goes back.

Being back in his pre-teen body is... weird. Really weird. It feels kind of wrong and kind of awkward and all of a sudden he’s a child again trying on binders and practicing lowering his voice in front of the mirror.