firstofitskind | MHA #6, Monday Morning

MHA #6, Monday Morning

After a couple of weird and busy weekends, in that order, it had been nice to have one that was just... normal. As normal as Fandom ever gets, anyway. So, you know. Nice, normal weekend, and hopefully a nice, normal week following it...

The weird thing, though, was that Liam was sleeping in. Really sleeping in, and not his usual "woke up and went for a run and then crawled back into bed to snuggle" or "woke up and read for a few hours", either. Genuine, honest-to-god, asleep sleeping in. Which was definitely the first clue that something was amiss, because that only ever happened on those weekends. You know the ones.

Except this was a Monday. And everyone knew the weird shit didn't happen on Mondays (unless the island was hopping through various alternate realities, of course.). So Liam could possibly be forgiven for not having any idea that anything was strange just yet, sleepily reaching for Verity to pull her in closer.

[ooc: for the girl. you know the one. and soooo much SP because work is a butt.]

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Verity also had no idea that anything was amiss. Unlike some people, she didn't require weirdness to have her sleeping deeply and long. So she rolled with Liam's touch, not yet realizing his arm was slimmer than normal, his body smaller; she threw her arm over his trimmer waist and noticed nothing.

It was when her head rested on his chest that her brain began poking her with the concern that Something Was Amiss.

Hey now, he slept a perfectly normal amount... for an alien-human hybrid, anyway.

And right now was a little too focused on warm and nice to get to the Something Is Amiss ping, letting out a contented sigh as she nestled against him.

Liam's chest was normally far broader and less squishy than it was currently. Verity brought her hand up to sleepily grope at his chest, trying to pin down what Wasn't Right.

And encountered a breast, which was a pretty big clue, even for someone half-asleep.

"Liam?" she asked, voice drowsy but still with a sharp note of 'what?'.

“I’ll get your coffee going in a minute,” Liam protested, because that was usually what had her all grumbly first thing.

Except. Except, his voice sounded weird. And Verity’s hand on his chest didn’t feel right either. His eyes snapped open. “Um...”

Yeah, Verity's hand was still right there. And kind of just...moving over it. Not sexy, but exploratory, like she was about to describe an elephant with her eyes closed. "Liam, I think..."

Oh god. Suddenly her hand was flying over to check her chest.

Totally normal. Thank god.

And now Liam's hand was going up to his chest to feel at- yep. Definitely breasts.

"What," he said slowly, "is going on?" Yes, in just over two years in Fandom he'd never experienced this particular weirdness.

"Well, going by previous experience, I'm guessing the island's turned you into a girl. Physically, anyway." That was sort of comforting, right? It wasn't messing with his mind this time, just his body?

"Don't worry, it'll only last through the weeken--hmm."

Someone was belatedly realizing it was Monday.

“It is not,” Liam said emphatically, “the weekend.”

Just in case there was any doubt.

"Okay, but it can't last any longer than a day or two," Verity argued. "I didn't change! And all the really long things affect the whole island, right?"

That sure was some flawed reasoning, Verity.

Which was going to get you a Look, Verity, because you should know better.

Look, in her defense, she'd just woken up and there was no rush of adrenaline from danger to finish the process.

"You need tea," Verity decided. "You stay right there and I'll make you some."

“You’re telling me all I needed to merit tea in bed was turn into a-“

Oh. Oh. There it was.

Verity had been moving to get up and go into the kitchen, but she settled back as soon as Liam said that.

Look, if he was going to have a reaction, she needed to be here to help him through it.

Liam didn’t have a problem when it came to being female, uh. Presenting. Not when he had one parent from a species without sex or gender and all of his mother’s memories besides. So really, it was more-

“S’kind of stupid,” he muttered, picking at a loose thread on the bedspread.

"What is?" Verity asked, cuddling up to him.

“You’re, uh. You’re not into girls.” Not that he was one, he just looked like one, and it was probably only for a day or two ~~or four~~ besides.

Verity had to pause to blink at Liam for a minute. Of all the things for him to be concerned about, this hadn't actually crossed her mind.

"I mean, umm, no?" she stumbled. "I'm not? Not usually anyway. You worried about this affecting us?"

“Little bit,” Liam muttered. There was, of course, much more to their relationship than their sex life, but... he liked their sex life!

Verity sat back, considering this. "Look, I've never been attracted to women," she said finally. "But you're still Liam. I mean, I'm not about to fling myself at you right now begging you to take me, but a good chunk of that is just, like, this whole thing."

She was a little thrown by all of it, to say the least.

"Doesn't mean I'm not willing to try?"

Liam was... less thrown than he possibly should be, about waking up with a new body? Though maybe the fact that his mind was still the same was what made the difference. This body still felt like his, like he belonged in it, it was just... different.

"Okay," he said, with a deep breath, the anxiety that had been curling in the pit of his stomach disappating a little. "So, um. About that tea, then?" he asked hopefully.

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Verity smiled at him, leaning in to give him a kiss, right on his pouty, girly lips. "Stay right here," she said. "I'll be back just as soon as I can dunk the bag in."

Which wasn't how he made his tea at all but damn if she wasn't going to tease him a bit now that she knew he wasn't about to fall into a crisis.

Well, the crisis had been pretty neatly averted (except maybe Liam wishing that kiss had gone on a bit longer), but there kind of was a new one now.

"Don't you dare!" he called out as she swanned out of the room.

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"I'll just let it steep for, what? Ten minutes?" Verity called over her shoulder.

She filled the kettle and put it on to boil and then decided that waking up in the wrong body - even while seemingly okay with it - deserved breakfast in bed. Real breakfast, even. Verity grabbed a few of the eggs in the fridge (her fridge had eggs in it! And they were fresh! Still something to marvel at) and pulled out the pan to cook them up just the way Liam liked.

The tea had just about finished steeping by the time the eggs were done and so it was with plate and teacup in hand that Verity returned to the bedroom. "Chinese fajitas for breakfast!" she announced.

Verity Alice Price, you utter troll. Liam, who had maybe been taking the time alone in the bedroom to do things like gently cup first one breast, then the other, and mentally categorize how it felt when attached to himself as opposed to someone else, looked up at her in horror.

"Please tell me you're joking," he demanded. Goddamnit, he'd worked so hard to banish that abomination from their household!

"I scrambled some eggs to put into it!" Verity protested. "So it's a proper breakfast burrito! But with noodles and some extra stuff!"

Which was when she set the plate of eggs - just eggs, no Chinese leftovers or fajitas in sight - down in front of him with a grin that could only be referred to as 'shit-eating.'

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