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Title: Shapeshifter
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Future Envy/Sirius
Genre: Gen, Crossover
24Hour Themes Prompt: 1300: Self image and personal security
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius learns about Envy's unique brand of camouflage.
“Come to lunch with me.”
It was a simple request, but an important one. Sirius had never seen Envy outside of the apartment he rented in Central or the house where they’d first met. Even when he was expecting Envy – on the rare occasions that he bothered to say he’d be around – he’d never caught so much as a glimpse of him through the windows. Green hair and skimpy purple clothes and gloriously toned, pale flesh were pretty hard to miss.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Sirius had never seen him perform Alchemy or magic, he would have suspected that Envy snuck around under some sort of invisibility enchantment. He certainly wasn’t using a cloak. He didn’t have anywhere to hide one.
Envy looked at him. His strange purple eyes were narrowed in thought. Sirius sighed and pulled his most pathetic puppy-dog face – the one that even McGonagall hadn’t been able to resist – and hoped that his big, watery grey eyes would do the trick.
Envy just looked at him.
Sometimes Sirius managed to forget, somehow, that Envy wasn’t human; that he didn’t have morals, or a conscience, and that he was probably only keeping Sirius around for his own personal entertainment.
“I don’t eat,” Envy said.
Then again, there were times when he would come out with phrases like that: blunt, absolute statements that broached no arguments. Sirius still had no idea what the hell Envy was (other than disturbingly attractive and occasionally creepy as hell).
“So?” Sirius asked. “Please? Come on, I’m sick of cooking for myself and eating out alone is boring. I might start hexing the locals.”
A look of almost feline curiosity flickered over Envy’s face. “Will you still hex them if I’m there?” he asked.
Sirius had discovered long ago that his brand of magic was something that Envy found absolutely fascinating. He didn’t perform it as often as he’d done back in England; magic as he knew it didn’t exist in Amestris and he didn’t exactly want to advertise the fact that it existed at all. Even so, every time he did perform magic in front of Envy, he was rewarded with breathless, rapt attention that often left him feeling both faintly aroused and mildly terrified.
Envy, when fully focussed on something, was frightening.
“If I say yes, will you come?” Sirius asked.
A slow smile spread across Envy’s face, sharp as razor blades. “Yes,” he said.
Sirius’ magic fascinated him because it wasn’t ruled by the Law of Equivalent Exchange. Sirius wasn’t sure if Envy wanted to use him for it, or hide him away from people who would.
“Then yes,” he said.
Envy slid out of the chair he’d been occupying and glided across the room. As he moved, red light burned around him, and his face changed. Not the expression; his face. It lengthened and thinned and the skin tone darkened; his green hair shortened to just below his shoulders and turned brown; his eyes faded to blue. He grew taller and broader across the shoulders, and the seductive sway of his hips became more rigid. His clothes changed, becoming black trousers and a blue shirt, hiding a form that was no longer quite so toned.
“What the hell?” Sirius asked.
The grin sharpened. “You were on the run in your own country, Sirius,” Envy purred, and Sirius noticed that his voice had grown deeper – he actually sounded male now. “You hid yourself in the form of a dog. What is to say that I can’t hide myself either, when there are people who would make life…difficult if they ever saw me?”
“You’re a metamorphmagus?” Sirius asked blankly. Then he shook his head. “No, they can’t change their clothes and there’s no light. What –“
Envy reached out and touched a finger to his lips. It was callused, something that Envy’s hands normally were not.
“There are some things, Sirius, that you’re safer not knowing,” he said.
Sirius swallowed.
Envy’s grin faded into something that was far less creepy. He lowered his hand, and newly-blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “So lunch,” he said. “Where are you taking me?”
Author: Evandar (yamievandar / hikarievandar)
Fandom: Harry Potter/Fullmetal Alchemist
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Future Envy/Sirius
Genre: Gen, Crossover
24Hour Themes Prompt: 1300: Self image and personal security
Warnings: AU
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Fullmetal Alchemist and I am making no profit from this story.
Summary: Sirius learns about Envy's unique brand of camouflage.
“Come to lunch with me.”
It was a simple request, but an important one. Sirius had never seen Envy outside of the apartment he rented in Central or the house where they’d first met. Even when he was expecting Envy – on the rare occasions that he bothered to say he’d be around – he’d never caught so much as a glimpse of him through the windows. Green hair and skimpy purple clothes and gloriously toned, pale flesh were pretty hard to miss.
If it wasn’t for the fact that Sirius had never seen him perform Alchemy or magic, he would have suspected that Envy snuck around under some sort of invisibility enchantment. He certainly wasn’t using a cloak. He didn’t have anywhere to hide one.
Envy looked at him. His strange purple eyes were narrowed in thought. Sirius sighed and pulled his most pathetic puppy-dog face – the one that even McGonagall hadn’t been able to resist – and hoped that his big, watery grey eyes would do the trick.
Envy just looked at him.
Sometimes Sirius managed to forget, somehow, that Envy wasn’t human; that he didn’t have morals, or a conscience, and that he was probably only keeping Sirius around for his own personal entertainment.
“I don’t eat,” Envy said.
Then again, there were times when he would come out with phrases like that: blunt, absolute statements that broached no arguments. Sirius still had no idea what the hell Envy was (other than disturbingly attractive and occasionally creepy as hell).
“So?” Sirius asked. “Please? Come on, I’m sick of cooking for myself and eating out alone is boring. I might start hexing the locals.”
A look of almost feline curiosity flickered over Envy’s face. “Will you still hex them if I’m there?” he asked.
Sirius had discovered long ago that his brand of magic was something that Envy found absolutely fascinating. He didn’t perform it as often as he’d done back in England; magic as he knew it didn’t exist in Amestris and he didn’t exactly want to advertise the fact that it existed at all. Even so, every time he did perform magic in front of Envy, he was rewarded with breathless, rapt attention that often left him feeling both faintly aroused and mildly terrified.
Envy, when fully focussed on something, was frightening.
“If I say yes, will you come?” Sirius asked.
A slow smile spread across Envy’s face, sharp as razor blades. “Yes,” he said.
Sirius’ magic fascinated him because it wasn’t ruled by the Law of Equivalent Exchange. Sirius wasn’t sure if Envy wanted to use him for it, or hide him away from people who would.
“Then yes,” he said.
Envy slid out of the chair he’d been occupying and glided across the room. As he moved, red light burned around him, and his face changed. Not the expression; his face. It lengthened and thinned and the skin tone darkened; his green hair shortened to just below his shoulders and turned brown; his eyes faded to blue. He grew taller and broader across the shoulders, and the seductive sway of his hips became more rigid. His clothes changed, becoming black trousers and a blue shirt, hiding a form that was no longer quite so toned.
“What the hell?” Sirius asked.
The grin sharpened. “You were on the run in your own country, Sirius,” Envy purred, and Sirius noticed that his voice had grown deeper – he actually sounded male now. “You hid yourself in the form of a dog. What is to say that I can’t hide myself either, when there are people who would make life…difficult if they ever saw me?”
“You’re a metamorphmagus?” Sirius asked blankly. Then he shook his head. “No, they can’t change their clothes and there’s no light. What –“
Envy reached out and touched a finger to his lips. It was callused, something that Envy’s hands normally were not.
“There are some things, Sirius, that you’re safer not knowing,” he said.
Sirius swallowed.
Envy’s grin faded into something that was far less creepy. He lowered his hand, and newly-blue eyes sparkled with amusement. “So lunch,” he said. “Where are you taking me?”
