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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~10~

A/N: To celebrate 1 year of Antimony I have written a longer chapter and created a playlist to listen to while reading, enjoy <3

The bathwater ran crimson, swirling down the drain like a morbid watercolor. Y/N sat submerged, the porcelain cold against her bare skin, her father, Roy Mustang, knelt beside the tub, his gloved hands gently coaxing the dark, clotted strands of her hair. The metallic tang of blood still hung heavy in the air of their townhouse bathroom, a stark contrast to the floral wallpaper peeling at the edges.

"Easy now," Roy murmured, his voice a low rumble that barely disturbed the silence. "Let the water do its work."

Y/N flinched as he wrung out the cloth, the ghost of Hughes' blood staining her memories. "It won't come off," she whispered, her voice raspy, barely audible above the dripping faucet.

Roy paused, his dark eyes meeting hers. "It will," he assured, though the doubt lingered in his gaze. "Everything does, eventually." He resumed his task, carefully working the shampoo through her hair, the lavender scent a fragile shield against the lingering horror.

“Why him?" she asked, the question hanging in the steam-filled air. "Why Uncle Maes?"

Roy's jaw tightened. He didn't answer, his silence a heavy cloak around them. He knew there were no answers that could ease her pain, no words that could fill the void Hughes' death had left. The man had been more than a friend; he was family.

Y/N closed her eyes, the image of Hughes' lifeless body flashing behind her eyelids. "He was just trying to help," she choked out, tears mingling with the bathwater. "He just wanted to make things better."

Roy sighed, the sound heavy with grief. "I know," he said softly. "He always did." He squeezed her shoulder gently, a silent promise of protection, of vengeance. But even as he made that vow, he knew the darkness that had claimed Hughes was vast and insidious, and that their lives would never be the same again.

As Y/N’s sobs quieted to soft hiccups, Roy's thoughts spiraled through the chaos of the past few hours. Each moment spent trying to save Hughes replayed in his mind, a relentless loop of failure he couldn't escape. Determination surged within him; they had to find out who was responsible for this atrocity. The darkness that had claimed Hughes was vast and insidious, and Roy felt the urgency to confront it. He sensed Y/N tense beside him, her smaller frame trembling again as the weight of their reality settled heavily around them. He needed her to be strong, to stand alongside him in this fight for justice, even as guilt gnawed at him. He had always tried to shield her from the harsh truths of their world, but now the storm was at their doorstep. As dark clouds gathered on the horizon, he understood that the battle was just beginning—a battle not only for justice but for the very soul of their family.

The week leading up to Maes Hughes’ funeral dripped by like the slow, heavy rain that blanketed Central. Each day felt like a suffocating weight, the air thick with unspoken grief and a gnawing sense of loss. Y/N moved through their townhouse in a daze, her usual vibrancy dulled to a muted shadow. The world outside continued its relentless pace, people bustling about, unaware of the devastation that had shattered her life. As a state alchemist, Y/N had faced danger before, but this loss felt insurmountable.

On Monday, Roy returned home late, his uniform crisp yet his shoulders sagging under the weight of his duties. He had spent the day coordinating the arrangements, his mind a blur of logistics and protocols, yet each decision felt like a betrayal to his friend. Y/N sat at the kitchen table, her fingers tracing the outline of a photograph of Hughes and his family, their laughter frozen in time. When her father entered, she felt a flicker of warmth, but it was quickly eclipsed by the emptiness that had taken residence in her heart.

By Tuesday, the funeral home had been chosen, a solemn place adorned with muted colors and the scent of fresh flowers that felt almost mocking. Roy stood at the entrance, the chill of the air matching the numbness in his chest as he met with the director. Y/N hovered nearby, her eyes scanning the room as if expecting Hughes to walk through the door, his smile wide and infectious. Instead, she saw only the stark reality of what lay ahead—rows of chairs, a casket draped in dark velvet.

Wednesday brought a flurry of visitors to the hughes’, friends and colleagues offering condolences. Gracia Hughes, her eyes red-rimmed but determined, moved through the crowd, accepting hugs and whispered sympathies, her strength a stark reminder of the loss they all shared. Y/N felt a deep connection to Gracia, a shared understanding of loss, as they exchanged glances across the room. Each “I’m so sorry” felt hollow, echoing against the walls of her isolation. Roy remained a steady presence at her side, yet the distance between them grew with every shared glance that spoke of unacknowledged sorrow.

On Thursday, Roy sat in their living room, poring over papers with a furrowed brow. The quiet hum of the city outside was a stark contrast to the chaos within. Y/N wandered into the room, clutching a long black dress that felt too formal, too heavy for her fragile state. She held it up for her father’s approval, but he merely glanced at it, lost in thought, and she felt a pang of rejection. The burden of being a state alchemist weighed heavily on her; she had always been the one to protect others, but now she felt utterly powerless.

Friday was marked by a sense of finality. The day was filled with muted colors as they prepared their hearts for the ceremony. Y/N carefully placed a small bouquet of daisies—Hughes’ favorite—beside the casket, the vibrant blooms a defiant splash of life against the somber backdrop. She could already feel the weight of the gathering crowd, the murmurs of shared grief hanging in the air, and her heart raced at the thought of facing everyone. Gracia approached her, wrapping her arms around Y/N in a moment of solidarity, their shared tears a testament to the bond of loss. Elicia stood by her side confused why her daddy isn’t coming home.

Saturday dawned with an oppressive stillness, the day of the funeral. The sun peeked through the clouds as if unsure whether to shine or hide. Y/N dressed slowly, each movement deliberate, as if preparing for battle. Roy, in his crisp uniform, looked every bit the soldier, yet there was a vulnerability in his eyes that mirrored her own. As they left the house, the world outside felt foreign, the streets lined with people who were oblivious to their pain.

At the funeral, the gathered crowd was a sea of black, each face etched with sorrow. The eulogies poured forth, words of love and camaraderie, yet they felt inadequate against the vastness of the loss. Y/N stood beside her father, their hands clasped together, drawing strength from one another as they faced the truth of their grief. Gracia stood nearby, her hands clasped tightly with Elicia who was crying, a picture of resilience amid her heartbreak. The laughter of the past echoed in Y/N’s mind, mingling with the heavy silence, and in that moment, she understood that they were not only mourning Hughes but also the pieces of themselves that had been lost in the wake of his death. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the cemetery, Y/N felt the weight of unspoken words pressing against her chest. Each eulogy that followed was a reminder of Hughes' vibrancy, his laughter ringing out like a melody in their memories. But now, that melody had faded into a haunting silence.

She glanced at her father, whose stoic demeanor belied the turmoil beneath. His eyes glistened with unshed tears, mirroring her own as they both grappled with the enormity of their loss. It was a shared sorrow, yet so intensely personal; an intricate dance between despair and cherished remembrance.

Gracia’s comforting grip on Elicia's hand tightened as another friend stepped forward to speak. Their voice trembled but grew stronger with each word—stories of late-night talks and spontaneous adventures that painted Hughes not just as a friend but as an irreplaceable part of their lives. Y/N's heart swelled and shattered simultaneously; each laugh recounted was a dagger to her heart, reminding her of all that would never be again.

The biting Dublith wind howled outside the modest cottage, rattling the window panes. Inside, Edward Elric hunched over the crackling fireplace, the warmth doing little to soothe the gnawing unease in his gut. Alphonse, ever the more grounded of the two, was meticulously cleaning their meager traveling gear.

It had been weeks since they arrived in Dublith, a week of brutal training under Izumi Curtis, a woman whose diminutive stature belied a terrifying strength and an unnerving ability to see straight through their carefully constructed facades. She knew. She knew about the human transmutation. It had taken her all of five minutes.

Edward sighed, running a hand through his perpetually messy golden hair. He missed Central. He missed the familiar hustle and bustle, the camaraderie, even the endless paperwork. Most of all, he missed… her. Y/N Mustang,  with her sharp wit and the kindest heart he knew.

He glanced at the phone, a clunky, old-fashioned model that sat on a small table by the door. He hadn't spoken to Y/N since she left Rush Valley.

"Al," he said, his voice rough, "I'm going to call Central."

Alphonse looked up, his metallic face tilted in consideration. "Are you sure? It's late."

"Yeah, I'm sure. I need to talk to someone… who isn't trying to kill me in my sleep." He managed a weak grin.

Alphonse laughed, "You mean you just want to talk to Y/N."

Ed glared at him, "Whatever."

Edward picked up the phone, the cold plastic a stark contrast to the warmth of the fire. He dialed the familiar number, each ring echoing in the small room. He imagined Y/N, maybe reading a book by the fireplace in her bedroom, the same way he was now, or perhaps working late at headquarters.

Finally, the line clicked, followed by a familiar, slightly breathless voice. "Mustang residence, Y/N speaking."

Relief washed over Edward, so potent it almost brought him to his knees. "Y/N? It's me, Ed."

There was a pause, a beat of silence that stretched on for an eternity. Then, a subtle shift in her tone. "Ed, how have you been, how's your training going"

He could hear the undercurrent of worry in her voice, and it made him worry, had something happened? "Yeah, I'm fine. We're getting our asses handed to us but we didn't expect much else, You alright?"

"Yeah, just been a long day of paperwork, Since when did you get your ass handed to you, Fullmetal?" He could practically hear the playful smile in her voice.

He chuckled, finally feeling some of the tension ease from his shoulders. "Hey! Besides, this training is intense. You wouldn't believe it. This woman, Izumi, she's… something else."

"Intense how?"

"Well," Edward hesitated, "for starters, she somehow figured it out about… you know. The human transmutation thing, pretty much immediately, I thought we would've had a few days at least."

Y/N laughed. "To be fair, you only have to stand next to Al on a windy day and you can tell he is just armour"

"True, but still. She pretty much kicked us out afterward and said we weren't her students anymore.”

"What? I thought you said you were still training?"

"Let me finish, woman, geez. She let us back as equals, she had attempted it too, before we knew her."

There was a soft sigh on the other end of the line. "Oh damn, no wonder she figured it out."

"We're heading back tomorrow, we just got to swing by Rush Valley again to see winry and then we'll be back." 

"That's good," Y/N said slowly. "Hey, Ed?"

Edward gluped. "Yeah, you okay?"

"I lied, about doing paperwork" she spoke, sadness seeping from her voice. "I was at a funeral."

"Who-" Ed was cut off

"Hughes is dead."

"What happened?" He said hand shaking.

"You need to be careful Edward, I'll explain fully when you both get back."

"It's alright I understand what you're saying, how are you doing?"

"Truthfully I don't even know Ed. Look I gotta go, I'm sorry for telling you over the phone but-"

"It's alright, thanks for telling me."

"Be safe okay?"

"We will, I promise."

He hung up the phone, the silence in the room amplifying the weight of his words. He looked at Alphonse, his brother's metallic eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. Al glanced at Ed, sensing the tension that coiled tightly around them like a storm cloud. “Brother, are you okay?” he asked softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

“Uh, you know Hughes?” Ed said, eyebrows furrowed.

“Yeah?”

“He’s dead.”

“What!? What happened?!” Al shot up from his spot on the floor.

“Homunculi.”

The click of the receiver echoed in the otherwise silent house. Y/N Mustang slowly placed the phone back on its cradle, the Bakelite cool beneath her fingertips. 

Outside, the Amestris sky was a bruised purple, mirroring the ache in Y/N’s chest. She could hear the distant rumble of a car, familiar and yet unfamiliar in the hollow emptiness that had swallowed their home whole. It was her father.

The front door creaked open and Roy Mustang stepped inside. He was still in his military uniform, the dark blue fabric rumpled and stained. The only change was the absence of his hat, which he must have left in the car.

He looked…smaller than usual. The usually sharp, confident lines of his face were blurred with exhaustion. His eyes, usually so full of calculating fire, were dull and shadowed. He hadn’t changed since the funeral hours before.

Y/N’s heart clenched. She wanted to run to him, to hug him, to tell him everything would be alright, even though she knew it wouldn't. Not really. Not ever.

"Dad," she managed, her voice barely a whisper.

He looked up, his gaze unfocused for a moment before settling on her. A flicker of something – recognition, perhaps, or maybe just guilt – crossed his face.

"Y/N," he said, his voice rough. He cleared his throat. "You're still up."

Y/N swallowed, the lump in her throat growing larger."Are you…are you okay?" she asked, the question trembling slightly in the air between them.

He gave a short, humorless laugh. "Okay? No, Y/N, I'm not okay. I don't think I'll be okay for a long time."

The honesty of his words hung heavy in the silence. Y/N didn't know what to say. She wanted to fix it, to make it better, but she was just one person, a teenager with no real power to change the world, or even her father’s pain.

He ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. "I'm just…tired," he said, his voice barely audible. "Really tired. I'm going to go upstairs and lie down."

He turned and started towards the staircase, his movements slow and deliberate, like an old machine winding down.

Y/N watched him go, her heart twisting with a potent mixture of grief and helplessness. She wanted to say something, anything, to bridge the chasm that had opened up between them.

"Dad," she called out again, her voice louder this time.

He paused on the stairs, his back to her.

He didn't turn around. For a long moment, he stood there, frozen in place. Then, with a sigh that seemed to carry the weight of the world, he continued his ascent.

"Goodnight, Y/N," he said, his voice muffled.

"Goodnight, Dad," she whispered, even though she knew he probably couldn't hear her.

She stood there, listening to the sound of his footsteps fading away upstairs. The house was silent again, except for the quiet tick-tock of the grandfather clock in the hallway. Y/N watched the shadows dance along the walls, the dim light casting elongated shapes that flickered like memories in her mind. Each tick of the clock seemed to echo the unspoken words that hung heavily in the air, a reminder of all that remained unsaid between them.

She felt a familiar ache settle in her chest, one she had grown accustomed to over the years. It was as if each moment of silence between her and her father built an invisible wall, brick by brick, until it loomed high above them—an impenetrable fortress of misunderstandings and unhealed wounds.

The next morning, the sun cast elongated shadows across Central City, draping the formidable walls of Central Command in a somber hue. Y/N sat hunched over a chaotic desk within the heart of Central Command, the rhythmic scratching of her pen the only sound piercing the heavy silence. Today marked the return of Edward and Alphonse, and with each passing hour, a knot of anxiety tightened in her stomach, a relentless reminder of the uncertainty that loomed.

Her father, Roy Mustang, had not uttered a single word about Hughes since the funeral, a wall of unspoken grief rising between them like an insurmountable barrier. She understood his pain, yet his silence only magnified her own fears. The brutal murder of Hughes had shattered the fragile peace they had fought so hard to maintain, exposing a conspiracy that ran deeper than anyone had dared to imagine. The chilling knowledge that these malevolent forces still lurked in the shadows filled her with dread for Ed and Al’s safety.

Central Command was a labyrinthine network of corridors and offices, bustling with soldiers and bureaucrats, each moving with a sense of purpose. Y/N navigated this maze with practiced ease, a ghost haunting the machinery of authority. She listened intently to hushed conversations, observed furtive movements, and felt the atmosphere thick with tension—a silent acknowledgment of the unease that gripped the city like a vice.

Determined to distract herself from the gnawing worry, she immersed herself in her work, poring over reports and alchemical formulas, seeking solace in the familiar. She knew her father was likely doing the same, burying himself in his responsibilities to evade the pain that threatened to engulf them both. Yet, an unsettling feeling clung to her, as if they were teetering on the edge of a precipice, one misstep away from plummeting into the abyss.

The fluorescent lights of Central Command hummed, a monotonous soundtrack to Y/N Mustang’s evening. Six o'clock. Finally, With a sigh that could probably transmute lead into gold, she stacked the last of the meticulously sorted paperwork into a neat pile on her desk.

Central City was a blur of greys and browns, a stoic monument to military might and ordered efficiency. Even the setting sun seemed to cast a muted, almost apologetic glow on the city’s rigid grid of streets. Y/N welcomed the cool evening air as she stepped out of the imposing building. The rhythmic clack of her boots echoed off the stone facade as she headed towards Central Station, her usual route home.

The station was a hive of after-work activity. Soldiers in crisp uniforms hurried to catch trains. Civilians, tired but eager to return to their families, jostled for space on the crowded platforms. The scent of coal smoke and cheap coffee hung heavy in the air.

As Y/N approached the main entrance, she caught sight of two familiar figures emerging from the station’s revolving doors. Her eyes widened slightly. Edward Elric, with his signature braid and perpetual scowl, was arguing heatedly with his younger brother, Alphonse, whose towering suit of armor drew curious glances from passersby.

“Fancy seeing you guys here” Y/N laughed, her smile not quite reaching her eyes.

The crisp Central City air nipped at Y/N's cheeks as they walked away from Central Station. The rhythmic clang of trams echoed in the distance, a familiar soundtrack to the city. Edward Elric, hands shoved deep in his automail coat pockets, cast furtive glances at Y/N. Alphonse, his towering metal form surprisingly quiet, followed silently.

Ed was worried. He hadn't seen that distant look in Y/N's eyes before, a sign she was retreating into herself. Hughes’s death hit them all hard, but especially Y/N.

"Bit cold today, huh?" Ed asked, trying to sound casual. He hated tiptoeing around feelings, but he also didn’t want to push her.

She shrugged. "It's Central City. Always cold."

Ed scowled internally. These platitudes felt hollow, useless against the gaping wound Hughes’s death had left. He wished he knew what to say, something that could actually ease her pain. 

The hotel lobby was bustling with activity. Soldiers in crisp uniforms, weary travelers, and smartly dressed civilians milled around, their voices creating a low hum of conversation. Y/N stopped just inside the entrance, her gaze sweeping over the scene but not really focusing on anything. Y/N blinked, the sound of laughter and chatter fading into a soft blur as memories of Hughes' corpse lying there, the smell of his blood—marked every corner of her thoughts, distorting the vibrant life of Central City into a muted canvas painted with grief.

“Hey,” Ed said gently, stepping a little closer, his voice barely above the ambient noise. “You okay?”

For a moment, it felt like the world around them was holding its breath, waiting for her response. She turned toward him, her expression unreadable. “Just thinking,” she replied, a hint of vulnerability lacing her words.

“About what?” Al's deep voice broke in, his armor glinting with the lobby's light. “I mean, if you want to talk about it.”

That made Y/N smile faintly. Not enough to reach her eyes, but it was something. “It’s alright, thanks though.” Her gaze fell back to the crowd. 

The ornate wallpaper in the Central City hotel room felt suffocating to Y/N. It was too cheerful, too busy, for the grief that hung heavy in the air. Edward sat on the edge of the bed, his golden eyes fixed on a point somewhere beyond the floral pattern. Alphonse, ever the grounding presence, stood silently beside him, his metallic head tilted in a gesture of concern.

"It doesn't make sense," Ed finally said, his voice tight. "Hughes...he was too damn careful. He wouldn't just be caught off guard like that."

Y/N leaned against the window frame, the city lights blurring through her unshed tears. "He was getting close, though, wasn't he? He said he had a breakthrough."

"So," Ed continued, his voice hardening, "someone silenced him. Someone who knew what he was digging into. Someone who could get close enough without raising suspicion."

The unspoken word, the chilling implication, settled over them like a shroud: Homunculi.

Y/N pushed herself off the window frame, pacing the cramped room. "But why? What did he uncover that was so important?"

"That's what we need to find out," Ed said, his jaw clenched. He ran a hand through his perpetually messy blond hair. “Oh yeah, i nearly forgot, we fought one of the homunculi while we were in Dublith.”

“You fought a Homunculus?” Y/N asked, her eyebrows raised, a mixture of disbelief and intrigue swirling in her eyes, she was constantly surprised by the sheer number of near-death experiences they accumulated.

Ed scoffed, pacing the small space. “Fought is a strong word. It was more like… a very chaotic introduction.”

“And he had a whole gang of chimera goons.”

Al responded quietly. “Master Izumi was… less than thrilled about it all.”

Y/N chuckled.  “Alright, start from the beginning,” 

Ed huffed. “Turns out, this… guy. Greed was hiding out in Dublith” He spat the name out like a curse word. “He was holed up in this club, Devil’s Nest, running a whole operation. Criminal empire, the whole shebang.”

Al picked up the narrative. “He kidnapped Al. He wanted… everything. Money, power, people. He even wanted immortality.”

Y/N shivered. “Sounds pleasant.”

Ed rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, he had this cult following of chimeras.”

“Roa, the mad dog,” Al continued. “He was this huge muscular man and he was part dog and his sense of smell was incredible. Then there was Dolcetto, a lion chimera - very strong and aggressive. And Bido, who was fused with a lizard - they could regenerate pretty fast.”

Ed shuddered theatrically. “Don't forget the most disturbing one, Martel. She was part snake and she was slippery to say the least, going as far as hijacking Al's armor.”

Y/N’s eyes widened. “She went… inside Al’s armor?”

Al nodded solemnly. “It was… unsettling. I could feel her inside, moving around. I couldn’t control myself.”

Ed’s expression softened, his usual bravado momentarily slipping. “It was a close call. If Teacher hadn't shown up when she did…” He trailed off.

“So, your teacher showed up and fought the chimera people?” Y/N asked.

“She didn’t hesitate,” Ed said, a grudging respect coloring his tone. “She ripped through them. But Greed… he was different. He had this weird, impenetrable skin. Couldn’t get through it with anything.”

“It's because of his Ultimate Shield, the ability to rearrange the carbon atoms in his skin, making it as hard as diamond,” Al added.

Y/N leaned forward, captivated. “So, how did you beat him?”

Ed spoke. “We didn’t, exactly. The military showed up. It was pretty much a bloodbath, they wanted to kill all of them.” He looked around nervously “It was like the Fuhrer knew Greed.”

“He killed Martel… while she was inside my armour," Al looked down at his metal hands.

Y/N’s eyes nearly fell out of her head, “Oh my god Al, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” He said half heartedly “I remember the truth now though… upside i don’t need transmutation circles anymore.”

Y/N took a step back, absorbing Al’s words. “Oh my-.”

Alphonse, however, was distracted by something else entirely. A stack of newspapers lay haphazardly piled on a small table near the couch. Curiosity piqued, he rolled closer, his metal joints clicking softly. He scanned the headlines, skimming past articles about trade agreements and military drills. Then, his gaze snagged on a bold, screaming headline: "SOLDIER ARRESTED FOR HUGHES' MURDER!"

Below the headline, a grainy photograph showed a distraught-looking Maria Ross being escorted by Military Police.

Alphonse's metallic voice, usually so calm, vibrated with shock and disbelief. "Brother! Y/N! Look at this!"

Y/N and Ed rushed to Alphonse's side, peering at the newspaper. The world seemed to tilt on its axis. The blood drained from Ed's face, leaving him pale and drawn. He snatched the newspaper from Alphonse, his eyes darting over the article, absorbing the horrifying details. The military was claiming to have irrefutable evidence linking Maria Ross to Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes's murder.

"Ross? But...that's impossible!" Ed sputtered, disbelief warring with a dawning horror in his voice. 

Y/N's face was a mask of fury. "This has to be a mistake. Or a setup. Maria would never-" She cut herself off, her voice choked with emotion. Hughes had been a close friend to her brother, and she had always respected him.

Ed's anger flared, momentarily eclipsing his shock. "Damn it! This whole thing stinks! They're obviously trying to shut Hughes's investigation down, and Ross is just a convenient scapegoat."

He threw the newspaper back onto the table, the sound echoing in the sudden silence. He turned to Al and Y/N, his eyes blazing with determination. "We're getting out of here, now. We need to talk to Maria and figure out what the hell is going on."

Y/N nodded. Without another word, Ed flung open the door and charged out of the room, Alphonse lumbering after him, and Y/N right on their heels. Leaving their half-packed bags and the unsettling remnants of their interrupted conversation behind.

The trio raced down the dimly lit hallway, their footsteps echoing ominously against the cold stone walls. Ed’s heart pounded in his chest, a furious drumbeat urging him forward. He could hardly contain the tempest of emotions swirling within him—anger, confusion, and an overwhelming sense of urgency.

As they burst through the door to the courtyard, a gust of wind whipped around them, carrying with it the scent of rain-soaked earth. The sky was overcast, dark clouds rolling like a brewing storm, mirroring the turmoil in Ed’s mind. He glanced at Al and Y/N; both wore expressions that matched his own—determined yet troubled.

“Where do we start?” Y/N asked breathlessly as they reached the edge of the courtyard. Her eyes darted around, searching for any sign of direction or clarity amidst the chaos.

Ed clenched his fists. “We need to get to Central Prison. If Maria is being held there, we’ll find her.” His voice was steady despite the chaos inside him; he had to be strong for them both.

Alphonse nodded solemnly. “I think we should try to talk our way in.” he offered, his metallic form gleaming even under the murky skies. 

“Good idea,” Y/N replied quickly. “If we can just explain—”

Suddenly, a piercing alarm shattered the night. Red lights pulsed from the prison walls, bathing the street in an unsettling glow. The prison alarm blared, a shrill, unsettling shriek that cut through the Central City night. Edward Elric cursed under his breath, his golden eyes flashing with a mix of frustration and determination. Beside him, Alphonse’s metallic head swiveled, his empty eyes sockets somehow conveying a sense of urgency. Y/N, her face grim, clenched her fists.

A roar erupted a block away, followed by the unmistakable flicker of flames licking at the night sky. The heat radiated even from that distance, smelling of burning wood and something far more sinister.

The acrid smell of smoke clawed at Y/N’s throat as she, Ed, and Al rounded the corner. The oppressive weight of Central City at night seemed heavier than usual, punctuated by the flashing red and blue of the prison alarm lights.

Ed cursed under his breath, his golden eyes reflecting the inferno. “What the hell happened here?”

Al, his metallic form gleaming under the flickering light, remained silent, processing the chaotic scene.

Y/N felt a cold dread creep into her bones. Her father was known for his…explosive…methods. And judging by the sheer intensity of the fire, this felt personal.

Then she saw him.

Standing at the alley, was Roy Mustang. His usually immaculate uniform was smudged with soot, his face grim and resolute. He stood over… something. A charred, unrecognizable heap that had once been human.

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Playlist

SERIES MASTERLIST // BLOG MASTERLIST

To celebrate a year of Antimony I decided to make a playlist for the story :) The way I built the playlist I put songs for each character/relationship between characters. Instead of updating the playlist every chapter because the story is fully planned out to it’s ending now some songs won’t quite make sense yet, anyways enjoy!!!

-Bubbles 

Playlist breakdown below~

Songs for Edward:

The man who can’t be moved - The Script (2008)

Still breathing - Green Day (2016)

Migraine - Twenty One Pilots (2013)

Pray - Sam Smith (2017)

Saint bernard - Lincoln (2017)

Body - Mother Mother (2008)

Songs for Y/N:

The seed - AURORA (2019)

Perfect - Mason (2007)

L'oiseau et l'enfant - Marie Myriam (1977)

Vienna - Billy Joel (1977)

Songs for Alphonse:

Zombie - The Cranberries (1994)

Paranoid android - Radiohead (1997)

Bring me to life - Evanescence (2003)

Creature - Half Alive (2019)

Songs for Roy:

War pigs - Black Sabbath (1970)

House of memories - Panic At The Disco (2016)

Who are you really - Mikky Ekko (2010)

Set fire to the rain - Adele (2011)

Songs for Riza:

Blind faith - Alexa Dark (2023)

Songs for Y/N and her Mom:

Supermarket flowers - Ed Sheeran (2017)

DNA Guarantee - Kodi Rhianne (2024)

Zombie girl - Adrianne Lenker (2020)

Songs for Roy and Y/N’s Mom:

Let her go - Passenger (2013)

Songs for Roy and Maes:

Wires - The Neighbourhood (2013)

Songs for Edward and Alphonse:

Running up that hill - Kate Bush (1985)

Things we lost in the fire - Bastille (2013)

Songs for Roy and Riza:

Headlock - Imogen Heap (2005)

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush (1980)

Ruby, Don't Take Your Love To Town - Kenny Rogers (1969)

Jigsaw falling into place - Radiohead (2007)

Songs for Roy and Y/N:

Enjoy the silence - Depeche Mode (1990)

I’ll stand by you - The Pretenders (1994)

Die your daughter - Susannah Joffee (2024)

My little girl - Tim McGraw (2016)

Godspeed - Frank Ocean (2016)

Songs for Edward and Y/N:

Out of touch - Daryl Hall & John Oates (1984)

Our love - Curtis Harding & Jazmine Sullivan (2021)

Meet me halfway - Black Eyed Peas (2009)

Francesca - Hozier (2023)

Telephones - Vacations (2018)

NIGHTS LIKE THIS - The Kid LAROI (2023)

Use somebody - Kings Of Leon (2008)

Dos origitas - Sebastian Yatra (2021)

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~01~ The beginning

The dust swirled around her worn leather boots, coating everything in a fine, ochre film. Y/N coughed, pulling her bandana higher over her nose. The air in the crumbling ruins was thick with the scent of decay and forgotten things. This was her first independent expedition as a licensed Ruins Hunter. And frankly, it was a bit underwhelming.

The map, acquired from a dubious source in Yorknew City's black market, promised untold riches and historical significance. So far, all Y/N had found were crumbling walls, bat droppings, and enough spiders to populate a small country. She was 15, newly minted as a Hunter, and already questioning her life choices.

A sudden crash echoed from deeper within the structure, followed by a low whistle. Y/N's hand instinctively went to the rusty machete strapped to her thigh. Has someone else found this forgotten place? A rival treasure hunter? Or worse, a territorial beast?

She cautiously moved toward the sound, navigating the treacherous terrain of fallen stones and overgrown vines. Peeking around a shattered archway, she saw him.

He was leaning against a crumbling pillar, kicking at a loose stone with his worn boot. He was about her age, maybe a little older. His unruly, spiky hair defied gravity, and his clothes looked like they had seen better decades. He held a tattered map in his hand, creasing his brow in concentration. Y/N recognized him instantly. Ging Freecss. A prodigy, whispered about in Hunter circles.

He looked up, startled, his dark eyes meeting hers. "Oh, hey," he said, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Didn't see you there."

Y/N lowered her machete, feeling a blush creep up her neck. "Ging Freecss?" she asked, the words coming out a little breathless.

"Yep," he replied, popping the 'p'. "And you are...?"

"Y/N," she mumbled, then cleared her throat. "Just, uh, Y/N."

"So, Y/N," Ging said, pushing off the pillar. "What brings you to this delightful pile of rubble?"

"The map," she said, holding up her own tattered version. "Said there were… valuables."

Ging chuckled. "Yeah, the map's a bit optimistic. I haven't found anything more valuable than a particularly well-preserved cockroach."

Y/N's shoulders slumped. Great. Not only was the ruin a bust, but Ging Freecss was here too. Her chances of finding anything now were practically zero.

"But," Ging continued, his eyes twinkling, "that doesn't mean it's a complete loss. There are some interesting structural features. See how this archway is constructed? The keystone placement is remarkably advanced for this region." He launched into an explanation of the architectural intricacies of the ruin, using hand gestures and pointing out subtle details Y/N had completely missed.

She listened, surprised by his enthusiasm. He wasn't just looking for treasure; he was genuinely fascinated by the ruin itself. As he spoke, she noticed things she hadn't before – the intricate carvings hidden beneath layers of grime, the way the sunlight filtered through the shattered roof, highlighting the layers of history etched into the stone.

"So," Ging said, finally pausing for breath. "Interested in exploring the rest of this place together? Two sets of eyes are better than one."Y/N hesitated. Working with Ging Freecss? It was intimidating. But she couldn't deny the allure of learning from him. "Okay," she said, a small smile playing on her lips. "Let's do it."

Together, they navigated the labyrinthine ruins. Ging, with his uncanny intuition, pointed out hidden passages and crumbling staircases. Y/N, with her meticulous attention to detail, unearthed small artifacts – fragments of pottery, rusted tools, and even a surprisingly intact, if slightly dusty, tapestry.

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple, they reached the central chamber of the ruin. It was larger than the others, and in the center stood a crumbling altar.

"This is it," Ging said, a hint of excitement in his voice. "I think this is where the main event happened."

They carefully examined the altar, brushing away layers of dust and debris. Beneath it, they found it. A small, intricately carved wooden box, sealed with ancient wax.

Ging carefully broke the seal. Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a single, smooth, grey stone. It didn't gleam, it didn't sparkle, but it pulsed with a faint, almost imperceptible energy.

"Not exactly gold," Y/N said, a little disappointed.

Ging picked up the stone, turning it over in his hand. "This isn't about the money, Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "This is about the story. About understanding the people who came before us. This stone… It's a piece of their history. And now, it's a piece of ours."

He looked at her, a genuine smile on his face. "Besides," he added, winking. "I bet some collector would pay a small fortune for it." The glint in his eye told Y/N he was only half-joking.

As they emerged from the ancient ruins, they discovered that the sun had vanished beneath the horizon, casting the sky in a deep, inky black. “We should probably find a place to lay down our tents,” Y/N suggested, a playful glint in their eyes. “Unless, of course, you’d prefer to share your space with all the bugs we encountered in there.” A soft laugh escaped their lips, echoing into the encroaching darkness. Ging chuckled, the sound warm against the chill of the evening air. “I think I’ll take my chances with the bugs,” he replied, glancing back toward the shadowy outline of the ruins. “Besides, it’s not every day you unearth a piece of history. I’d rather sleep under the stars with a good story than in a stuffy tent.”

Y/N smiled, feeling a rush of camaraderie that surged between them like an electric current. “Fair enough,” they said, their eyes sparkling with mischief as they scanned the area for a suitable spot. They found a small clearing just beyond the trees, where a few soft blades of grass broke through the rocky ground.

As they spread out their sleeping bags, Y/N couldn’t shake off an unsettling feeling that lingered in their chest. “Do you think… do you think we should have left it there?” They glanced at Ging, who was now inspecting the stone more closely.

“Left what? The stone?” he asked playfully, raising an eyebrow.

“The stone,” Y/N replied earnestly. “What if it’s cursed or something? It’s ancient; who knows what kind of power it holds?”

Ging shrugged, his expression shifting to one of contemplation. “Maybe it is cursed. Or maybe it’s just waiting for someone to uncover its secrets.” He set the stone down on a flat rock beside him and looked up at Y/N with earnest eyes. “Think about it—every artifact has its own story, its own purpose. We’re part of that now.”

The wind rustled through the trees, carrying with it whispers from ages past that seemed to echo around them. Y/N took a deep breath and settled onto their sleeping bag, allowing themselves to relax into the moment despite their lingering doubts.

“Alright then,” they said softly, feigning bravado as they turned to face Ging. “If this stone does unleash some ancient evil upon us in our sleep, I’m blaming you.”

Ging laughed again, his spirit infectious as he leaned back on his elbows beneath the expansive sky dotted with stars. “You know what? If anything happens tonight—if we wake up and find ourselves surrounded by ghostly figures or trapped in some epic quest—I promise to take full responsibility.” His voice dropped conspiratorially low. “And I’ll even let you pick our escape route.”

Y/N rolled their eyes but couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm. As darkness enveloped them further and crickets began their nightly symphony, they felt an odd sense of comfort despite uncertainty swirling around them like mist.

With one last glance at the grey stone resting peacefully under starlight—a silent sentinel holding mysteries untold—they closed their eyes and let sleep wash over them like a gentle tide.

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Y/N stepped back, surveying the partially restored temple. Weeks of relentless work had finally started to pay off. Carvings, once obscured by centuries of grime and overgrowth, now depicted fantastical creatures and long-forgotten stories. She was exhausted, covered head-to-toe in dirt, but a surge of satisfaction coursed through her.

"Not bad, huh?" Ging Freecss's voice startled her. He leaned against one of the newly erected pillars, a mischievous glint in his amber eyes. He, too, was covered in dirt, but somehow managed to look effortlessly cool.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile gracing her lips. "It's incredible, Ging. We actually did it."

Ging pushed off the pillar and clapped her on the shoulder, a gesture that sent a small puff of dust into the air. “Incredible? You mean astonishing! This place is practically alive again.” He stepped closer, brushing his fingers over one of the carvings—a dragon coiled around a tree, its scales glinting in the fading sunlight. “It’s like they’re telling us their stories, don’t you think?” Y/N followed his gaze, her heart swelling with pride as she admired their handiwork. “I can almost hear them whispering,” she said softly, her voice filled with wonder. The air was thick with history, and each carving felt like a forgotten memory being resurrected.

"We did. Now, about that reward..." He rubbed his stomach theatrically. "I'm starving. How about we hit up that diner we saw on the way here?"

Y/N's stomach rumbled in agreement. A diner sounded like heaven after weeks of hard labor and questionable rations. "Sounds perfect."

The diner was a small, unassuming place, a beacon of warm light in the gathering dusk. The aroma of frying meat and freshly brewed coffee hung heavy in the air. They slid into a booth, the worn vinyl cool against their skin. A waitress, her hair pulled back in a tight bun, slapped down two greasy menus.

They ordered massive burgers and fries, and for a few blissful minutes, silence reigned as they devoured their food. As they chewed, the world outside the diner faded into a blur of headlights and shadows, the hum of conversation around them creating a cocoon of intimacy. Each bite was a revelation—juicy patties oozing with melted cheese, crisp lettuce crunching under their teeth, and the fries, golden and perfectly salted, were an irresistible companion. Laughter erupted from a nearby table where a group of friends celebrated something unseen, their joy infectious. Finally, with a contented sigh, Ging leaned back in his booth.

"So," Y/N began, wiping a dab of ketchup from her cheek. "Are you going to finally tell me something about yourself besides the fact that you're a brilliant, but infuriatingly vague, ruins-restoration expert?"

Ging chuckled. "Brilliant? I like the sound of that." He took a long sip of his soda, his eyes twinkling. "Where do I even begin?"

Y/N shrugged. "Anywhere. You've been a complete enigma since we met. I know you're a Hunter, obviously, but that's about it."

Ging ran a hand through his spiky hair, a rare moment of introspection clouding his usually carefree expression. "Alright, alright. Fire away."

He talked for a long time. He spoke of Whale Island, the place he called home, a small, secluded place teeming with wildlife. He spoke of his adventurous spirit, his insatiable curiosity about the world and its hidden secrets. He told her about leaving home, driven by an unyielding thirst for knowledge and a desire to explore the unknown.

He told her about the Hunter Exam, the challenges he faced, the friendships he forged. He spoke of the Nen, the aura that flowed through all living things, and the incredible power it granted those who could harness it. He described his own Nen ability, its complexity and his constant struggle to master it.

He didn't mention his family, Y/N had been curious about that, but she didn't press him. It was clear he was choosing what to reveal.

He spoke of his travels, the ancient ruins he'd explored, the dangerous wildlife he'd encountered, the people he'd met, each one adding another layer to his already complex understanding of the world. He talked about the thrill of discovery, the rush of adrenaline, the satisfaction of uncovering forgotten truths.

Y/N listened intently, captivated by his stories. It was a glimpse into a world she had only dreamt of, a world of adventure, danger, and endless possibilities. She found herself drawn to his passion, his unwavering curiosity, his genuine desire to understand the world and its mysteries.

As he spoke, Y/N realized that beneath the cocky exterior and the infuriating vagueness lay a deeply intelligent and complex individual. He was a man driven by a force that few could comprehend, a force that propelled him forward, always seeking the next challenge, the next mystery, the next adventure.

The diner around them slowly emptied, the waitress wiping down tables and turning off the lights one by one. The only sound was Ging's voice, weaving tales of distant lands and forgotten lore.

Finally, he stopped, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Wow," he said, sheepishly. "Didn't realize I was rambling on so much."

Y/N smiled. "It was amazing, Ging. Thank you for sharing."

He met her gaze, his amber eyes filled with a mix of gratitude and something else, something she couldn't quite decipher. "No problem," he said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it. "Maybe... maybe we can travel together, I’m thinking of hitting the dark continent."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat. "Sounds good to me”

Ging's eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and mischief. “Really? You’d actually want to join me on such a wild adventure?”

“Why not?” Y/N replied, her pulse quickening at the thought. “I’ve always wanted to see the world. The dark continent sounds... exhilarating.”

The neon lights of the diner bled onto the dusty road as Ging Freecss and Y/N stepped out, the humid air clinging to them like a second skin. Y/N adjusted the strap of her worn backpack, the silence stretching between them after their shared late-night meal. At fifteen, they were both chasing something just beyond the horizon, a thirst for adventure that hummed beneath their skin.

Ging shoved his hands into his pockets, his gaze fixed on the distant, jagged peaks. "So," he began, his voice casual, "where do we start?"

Y/N shrugged, kicking a loose pebble with the toe of her boot. Her own dreams were vast, fuelled by stories of legendary artifacts and untold fortunes. Ging hummed in acknowledgement. As he looked at Y/N, something flickered in his mind.

He'd been traveling alone for so long, the solitude a constant companion. He was used to picking up information, discarding companions, and moving on. But Y/N...she was different. He saw a spark in her eyes, a boldness that mirrored his own.

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The aroma of jasmine tea barely masked the sterile scent clinging to the air of the apartment. Y/N stared out the window, the cityscape of Swardani blurring through the condensation. Rain lashed against the glass, mirroring the tempest brewing within her. A city teeming with life, yet she felt utterly isolated, a ghost in her own home.

It had been ten years since the accident. Ten years since the world had tilted on its axis, leaving her trapped in a silent, padded room of her own mind. The doctors called it a traumatic brain injury. She called it theft – the theft of her memories, her quick wit, the vibrant energy that had once drawn people to her like moths to a flame. The Y/N she used to be was gone, replaced by someone...less. Someone who struggled to remember what she'd eaten for breakfast, let alone the intricate details of her past.

Only fragments remained. Flashes of a sun-drenched island, whispers of adventures in faraway lands.

A soft knock on the door broke through her reverie. Her heart skipped a beat, a familiar flutter rising in her chest. He was here.

"Come in," she managed, the word a rusty hinge creaking open in her throat.

Ging Freecs, her husband, filled the doorway, a whirlwind of untamed energy even in the confines of her small apartment. His spiky black hair was plastered to his forehead with rain, and his eyes, those sharp, knowing eyes, scanned the room with an intensity that always made her feel exposed.

"Y/N," he greeted, his voice a low rumble that resonated deep within her. He carried a worn leather bag slung over his shoulder, undoubtedly filled with artifacts and trinkets from his latest expedition.

"Ging," she replied, offering a weak smile.

He stepped inside, shedding rain like a startled dog. He moved with a restless energy, pacing the small living room like a caged tiger before finally settling on the worn armchair opposite her.

"How are you?" he asked, though it wasn't so much a question as an observation. He saw the fatigue etched on her face, the lingering confusion in her eyes.

Y/N shrugged, a gesture that conveyed more than words ever could. "The same. Some days are better than others."

He nodded, accepting her answer without pushing. That was one of the things she appreciated about Ging. He never pressured her to remember, never forced her down the rabbit hole of her fragmented memories. He just...was. A constant presence in her life, a steady anchor in the turbulent sea of her recovery.

Ging reached into his bag and pulled out a small, intricately carved wooden bird. "Found this in a remote village in the Dark Continent," he said, holding it out to her. "They believe it wards off bad spirits."

Y/N took the bird, turning it over in her hands. The wood was smooth and warm to the touch, and the carving was incredibly detailed. "It's beautiful," she murmured, genuinely touched.

"They also said it brings good luck," Ging added with a wry smile. "You could use some of that."

Y/N chuckled, a light, airy sound that surprised even herself. Maybe he was right.

They fell into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the drumming of the rain against the window. Ging didn't try to fill the void with meaningless chatter. He understood her need for quiet, her aversion to loud noises and crowded places.

He visited her often, whenever his travels allowed. He never stayed long, usually just an hour or two, but his presence was a lifeline. He brought her souvenirs from his adventures, told her stories of faraway lands, and simply sat with her in silence, offering a quiet companionship that she desperately craved.

As the rain continued its relentless percussion, Y/N traced the contours of the wooden bird with her fingertips, feeling a flicker of warmth in her chest. The tiny object felt like a bridge to a world she could barely remember—a world full of laughter, adventures, and an unquenchable thirst for life. She could almost hear the echoes of distant waves crashing against the shore, feeling the sun's golden rays warming her skin.

"Tell me about your trip," she said suddenly, breaking the silence that wrapped around them like a thick fog. It was an unexpected request, but one that felt right. A way to tether herself to something real and vibrant outside her own mind.

Ging's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he leaned forward, his hands animatedly illustrating his words. "Oh, where do I even begin? The village was nestled between two towering mountains—like it was cradled by giants. The people there are incredible; they weave tales into their textiles as much as they weave threads." His voice was rich with passion, and for a moment, Y/N felt herself slipping into his stories—the vivid landscapes unfurling before her like pages from an ancient book.

He spoke of festivals where colors exploded in the air like fireworks, and children danced barefoot on grass dampened by summer rain. He described how he had joined in their celebrations, laughing until his sides hurt, and how they shared food that tasted like sunshine itself. Each word painted pictures that filled the empty spaces in Y/N's heart.

"Did you try their special dish?" she asked eagerly when he paused for breath.

"Of course! It's called 'Zalvani'—a spicy stew made with wild herbs and freshly caught fish. I swear it tasted like magic." His smile widened at the memory. "I thought of you while I was there."

Y/N's heart fluttered at his admission. "Why?"

"Because you would have loved it," he said simply. "You always had such an adventurous palate—remember how you dared me to try fried insects on our first trip together?"

She nodded slowly; a faint image surfaced—a bustling market under a bright sky filled with exotic smells and laughter ringing through the air. It slipped away just as quickly as it came, leaving behind only wisps of longing.

"I wish I could remember more," she confessed softly, vulnerability creeping into her tone.

Ging reached across the space between them, gently squeezing her hand—a grounding force amidst her swirling thoughts. "You will," he promised firmly yet tenderly. "Every day is another chance to build new memories."

The sincerity in his voice ignited something within her—a glimmer of hope mixed with determination. Maybe she didn't have to be defined by what she lost; perhaps there were still moments waiting to be created—new adventures waiting just beyond the horizon.

A sudden clap of thunder rumbled outside, startling them both from their reverie. Y/N laughed nervously at how easily fear can creep in during storms but found solace in Ging's steady gaze.

"Let's not waste this rainy day," he suggested playfully, as if reading her thoughts aloud. "How about we make some Zalvani ourselves?"

"Here?" she questioned incredulously but intrigued by the idea.

"Why not?" He grinned mischievously, already rising from his chair as if possessed by inspiration. "We'll improvise! You might not remember every detail about it later on—but you'll always recall this moment."

Her heart swelled at his unwavering belief in them both—their ability to carve out joy even amidst uncertainty. Together they ventured into the cramped kitchen filled with mismatched utensils and half-empty spice jars—a canvas awaiting their creation.

And as they began chopping vegetables and stirring pots beneath flickering lights—each laugh echoing against raindrops pounding on glass—they forged new memories anew; small victories reminding them that life could still bloom amid shadows cast by past sorrows.

In those moments filled with simple joys—the aroma of spices mingling with laughter—Y/N realized that perhaps healing wasn't just about remembering who she used to be but embracing who she was becoming alongside him: imperfect yet beautifully alive amidst all odds.

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A/N: M/N means Y/N's mom's name :)

On a warm summer day in 1906, seven-year-old Y/N Mustang giggled as she darted through the lawn of her father's modest home, her tiny fingers sticky with popsicle remnants. The sun painted the world in vibrant hues, its golden rays flickering through the leaves of the old oak tree under which she often played. Y/N's laughter echoed joyfully, drawing the attention of her father's best friend, Maes Hughes, who was lounging on the porch. Roy was standing by the gas barbeque, Gracia and Y/N Mom stood talking.

Hughes chuckled, setting aside his newspaper as he stood up, the wooden porch creaking beneath his weight. “What’s all this laughter about?” he called out, a playful grin spreading across his face. Y/N turned, her eyes sparkling like the sunlit dew on the grass, and with a gleeful shout of “Catch me if you can!” she sprinted away.

The game was on. Hughes sprang into action, chasing after her with exaggerated strides that made him appear more like a cartoon character than a grown man. Y/N zigzagged through the yard, darting around flower beds bursting with color and dodging the clothesline strung between two sturdy posts. Her giggles danced in the air like butterflies as she glanced back at Hughes, who was feigning exhaustion despite his hearty laughter.

“Now where could that little rascal have gone?” he pretended to ponder aloud, slowing down dramatically to catch his breath. Just then, Y/N ducked behind the oak tree, pressing herself against its rough bark and holding her breath in anticipation. The shade of the tree enveloped her in coolness, contrasting sharply with the warm summer day.

Hughes approached slowly, peering around with mock suspicion. “I bet she’s hiding right here,” he said theatrically before pretending to search under leaves and behind bushes. “Or maybe she’s transformed into an invisible ghost!”

Y/N stifled her giggles but couldn’t resist when Hughes turned away to check another spot. With a burst of courage, she leaped from her hiding place and raced back toward the porch. “Boo!” she shouted triumphantly.

Caught off guard, Hughes spun around just in time to see her charge past him like a whirlwind of joy. He laughed heartily as he gave chase once more.

Y/N’s mom smiled warmly, to Gracia, breaking the ice with a gentle comment about how quickly children grow up, watching her daughter playing. Gracia leaned toward the other woman, intrigued by M/N’s words, her gaze reflecting a mix of nostalgia and curiosity. "You know, M/N, I sometimes wonder what it would be like to have a child," she said quietly, her voice filled with a sweet tone. The topic stirred something profound in both women, as they began to share their dreams and concerns about raising children in a world that could be harsh and unforgiving. Gracia spoke of the unconditional love she shared with her husband. M/N nodded, her eyes shimmering with understanding as she listened to Gracia’s heartfelt words. “It’s a beautiful journey,” she replied softly, her voice laced with both wisdom and warmth. “But it can also be daunting. The world out there... it changes so fast.”

Gracia leaned back slightly, contemplating the weight of those words. “Sometimes I feel overwhelmed just thinking about it,” she confessed, her brow furrowing slightly. “What if I can’t protect them from everything? What if they have to face hardships that I never did?”

M/N reached out, placing a reassuring hand on Gracia's arm. “You won’t be able to shield them from every storm, but you can teach them how to dance in the rain,” she said with a gentle smile. “It’s about equipping them with the tools to navigate life’s challenges and instilling in them the values that matter most.”

Gracia smiled back, inspired by M/N optimism. “I want to raise a child who is kind and resilient,” she mused, her imagination wandering into the future where laughter filled their home and little feet pattered across the floor. “Someone who knows how to stand up for themselves but also extends a hand to others.”

“That’s all any parent could hope for,” M/N replied, her voice imbued with encouragement. “And remember, love is the greatest teacher of all. It will guide you through those sleepless nights and uncertain days.” M/N looked up towards her husband cooking.

Roy Mustang stood at the grill, flipping burgers with a flair only he could muster. His brow was furrowed in concentration, but as flames licked the edges of the barbecue, it was clear that he was putting his energy into this cooking venture. With a mix of amusement and concern, M/N called out, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Roy, you might want to keep an eye on those," she teased, stepping closer to him, her laughter dancing in the warm summer air.

“Pfft,” he replied dismissively, trying to maintain his confident facade as he expertly turned another patty. “This is nothing compared to managing a military operation.” He shot her a wink, though his attention flickered back to the grill as smoke began to curl ominously upward.

M/N chuckled softly. “Is that so? Because I’m pretty sure those burgers are about to stage a coup if you don’t intervene.” She leaned against the wooden railing of the patio, watching him with a mixture of admiration and playful exasperation.

With a sudden burst of speed that belied his earlier composure, Roy swooped in and flipped one burger just before it could burn completely. The sizzle of meat hitting hot metal filled the air like applause for his timely rescue. "See? All part of my plan," he said with mock seriousness.

“Oh really?” M/N raised an eyebrow playfully. “What’s next? Are you going to start issuing orders to your spatula?”

“Absolutely!” He grinned and held up the spatula like a sword. “You will obey my command! Flip or be flipped!”

Their laughter mingled with the sound of crackling fire and sizzling meat as they settled into this easy rhythm together—one that felt as natural as breathing. The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across their makeshift kitchen while friends gathered around with drinks in hand, anticipation hanging thick in the air.

As Roy turned back to check on his culinary creations once more, he caught M/N’s eye. There was something electric between them—a spark that ignited not just from proximity but from shared moments like these: laughter over charred food and playful banter under an open sky.

“Okay,” she said suddenly, her voice softening slightly as she stepped closer again. “But if any burgers end up burnt beyond recognition… I’ll hold you responsible.”

He feigned shock at her accusation before nodding solemnly. “I accept full responsibility for any casualties on this battlefield.” Then he added with a smirk, “But you might have to take over if we run out of edible options.”

M/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help but laugh again; there was no way she would let him off so easily when it came time for taste testing. After all, how often did she get to see Colonel Roy Mustang wielding a spatula instead of commanding troops?

With renewed determination—and perhaps just a hint of competitive spirit—Roy plunged back into grilling duties with gusto while M/N set about preparing some sides at their picnic table nearby. 

The scent of charcoal and spices wafted through the air as Roy, Y/N, M/N, Maes, and Gracia gathered at a picnic table. Y/N, eating a cob of corn, started to tell the table about her trip to the library yesterday. “The book said that you can make water out of thin air if you understand how the world works!” she said, her hands moving as if she was conducting a big, magical symphony. “It explained how everything has a flow, just like how rivers run and rain falls.” She giggled, imagining all the fun things she could do with water alchemy, like making it rain gummy bears or sparkling lemonade. “What else?” Gracia prompted, smiling at the young girl. Y/N smiled widely, feeling happy to share her newfound knowledge, taking another bite of corn. “It said that you have to think about the shape of the water and how it moves. And if you close your eyes, you can almost hear it talking! Isn’t that amazing?” corn flying everywhere as she spoke.

"Y/N, you know what I said about speaking with your mouth full," her father said, trying to sound stern but failing to hide the smile creeping across his face. Y/N blinked up at him, her big eyes wide. "But, Daddy! I have so much to tell you! " she exclaimed, not really caring about the food that was spilling everywhere. Her father chuckled softly, unable to scold her when she looked so adorably earnest. Roy leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms with mock seriousness. “Alright, but only if you promise to chew first this time,” he teased.

Y/N giggled, her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk’s as she chewed. The sunlight danced across the picnic table, catching the glint of her bright eyes. “Okay, okay! I promise!” she said between bites, her voice muffled yet enthusiastic.

“Did you know,” she continued, wiping a buttery hand on her shorts before raising it dramatically in the air as if delivering a grand proclamation, “that water can take so many forms? It can be a gentle stream or a roaring wave! And guess what? It can even freeze into pretty shapes!” She was practically bouncing in her seat now, excitement spilling over like the lemonade Gracia had poured earlier.

Maes leaned forward, resting his chin on his hands. “What do you think would happen if we tried to make something else with alchemy? Like… like ice cream?” he suggested with a playful wink. Y/N’s eyes sparkled at the idea; ice cream made from thin air sounded like magic straight out of a fairy tale.

“Or clouds!” Gracia chimed in, joining the fun. “We could summon fluffy clouds and float around on them! Imagine flying high above the town!”

Y/N’s mom laughed softly, shaking her head at their imaginative antics. “You all have such wild ideas! But remember,” she added playfully, raising an eyebrow at Y/N, “with great power comes great responsibility.”

Roy feigned seriousness again but couldn’t resist joining in on their game. “And with great clouds comes great rain!” he declared dramatically, waving his arms as if conjuring storms.

Y/N gasped theatrically. “Oh no! Not rain! What if it rains gummy bears instead?” Her laughter bubbled up like the fizzy drink beside her.

As they munched away under the warm sun, Roy glanced around at his family and friends—each one lost in their own world of imagination and delight—and felt a warmth spreading through him that rivaled even the summer heat. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue across the sky, Roy Mustang busied himself in his garden, preparing for the evening’s festivities. The remnants of a delicious barbecue lingered in the air, the aroma of grilled meats mingling with the sweet scent of blooming flowers. He set pegs down for the fireworks.

With each peg he drove into the ground, anticipation danced in his chest like fireflies in twilight. 

Roy stepped back to admire his handiwork—a small clearing transformed into a vibrant stage for the night ahead. Lanterns swayed gently from branches overhead, their soft glow reflecting off nearby petals that seemed to shimmer with excitement. He could already hear Maes' voice, teasing him about his meticulousness.

“Just wait until you see what I’ve planned,” he called out playfully, glancing over his shoulder.

Little Y/N bounced on the balls of their feet, her heart fluttering with anticipation for the fireworks show. Standing beside her was her uncle Maes. “Are you ready for the best fireworks show ever?” Hughes beamed down at Y/N, his eyes twinkling with the reflection of the vibrant lanterns hanging above. Y/N nodded eagerly, her small face lighting up with joy. Hughes smiled more, his heart swelling with warmth as he thought about how much he cherished these moments. “Here, hop on!” Without a moment's hesitation, he crouched down. Y/N giggled and scrambled onto his shoulders, gripping his hair playfully. From this new vantage point, everything felt different — the world stretched out below them. “Wow!” Y/N exclaimed, eyes wide with delight. “I can see everything!” Hughes laughed, grateful for the way this simple act of lifting them up made such a big difference.

With the last glow of daylight dissipating, Roy lit the first firework, instructing everyone to step back. Brilliant colors filled the sky—reds, greens, and blues bursting like flowers as they illuminated the darkness. 

Y/N squealed with delight, her laughter blending harmoniously with the crackle of fireworks above. Each explosion painted the sky in dazzling hues, transforming the night into a canvas of dreams. “Look, uncle Maes! That one looks like a giant flower!” she shouted, pointing excitedly at a particularly vibrant burst of purple and gold.

Hughes chuckled, his heart swelling even more as he watched her eyes sparkle brighter than the fireworks themselves. “You’re right! It’s like a garden up there,” he replied, tilting his head back to steal a glance at the sky, momentarily lost in its brilliance. He could feel Y/N’s small fingers tugging at his hair.

Just then, another firework erupted—a golden cascade that rained shimmering sparks down upon them. Y/N gasped in awe as it fell like stars from the heavens. “It’s magic!” she whispered breathlessly, eyes glistening with wonder.

“Yes,” Hughes agreed softly, feeling that magic seeped into every corner of his heart. “It really is.” And in that moment—amidst laughter and light—the bond between them shimmered brighter than any firework illuminating the night sky.

As the fireworks dimmed and the moon ascended high in the sky, the Hughes’ bid their farewells and departed from the Mustang residence. As they walked they reflected on the wonderful evening they had just shared with their friends. The laughter, the food, and the memories made under the starlit sky would be cherished for years to come.

Roy Mustang stood in the warmly lit bathroom of their modest home, steam wafting gently from the tub filled with water. The day had been long and filled with joy and laughter, but that meant his young daughter was covered in food and dirt. He felt a sense of warmth and tranquility wash over him. He called out, “Y/N, it’s time for your bath!”

Y/N scampered into the bathroom, she giggled as she approached the tub.

Warmth and steam billowed, enveloping Y/N as she splashed playfully in the tub. The scent of lavender filled the room, calming and soothing as Roy prepared to wash her hair. He stood nearby, a smile on his face, knelt down to her level, ready to help his daughter feel refreshed. “Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice soft and inviting. Y/N nodded eagerly, her eyes bright with excitement. Roy filled a cup with water and gently poured it over her head, making sure to avoid her face. A giggle escaped from Y/N as the warm water cascaded down, causing tiny droplets to dance around the bathroom. He took a gentle shampoo and lathered it into her hair, carefully massaging her scalp.

For a moment, the world outside faded away, leaving just father and daughter in their own little bubble. Roy took special care with each stroke, remembering how Y/N used to fuss during bath time when she was a baby.

As he rinsed out the shampoo and wrapped her hair in a fluffy towel, Roy realized how these fleeting days made the hardest parts of his job worthwhile. With every giggle and splash, he felt like he was creating memories that would last a lifetime. As they ended the bath time ritual, Y/N beamed up at him, and in her eyes, he saw the joy of childhood—a world untouched by the chaos outside. 

Y/N found herself comfortably nestled in her pajamas, surrounded by a fortress of stuffed animals. She lay on her bed, a colorful collection of soft toys embracing her as she held an old book about water alchemy in her hands. The soft glow of a bedside lamp illuminated the pages like shimmering waves, dancing with possibilities. Her eyes scanned the intricate diagrams and the descriptions of how to manipulate water, creating gentle splashes of imagination in her mind. In the background her parents were shouting at each other, she was too far away to make out what they were saying just that they were shouting. Y/N was old enough to realise that her mom and dad put on a show when others were around, she just wasn’t old enough to know why.

Y/N’s heart beat in time with the rhythmic flow of the words on the pages, a soothing counterpoint to the discordant sounds drifting from downstairs. She imagined herself as a water alchemist, standing at the edge of a tranquil lake under a starlit sky, surrounded by shimmering droplets that danced like fireflies. The book whispered secrets of tides and currents, of how to bend them to her will, and for a moment, she felt powerful—like she could still the storm brewing just beyond her door.

As her fingers traced over an illustration depicting swirling whirlpools, Y/N envisioned crafting a sanctuary where water flowed gently around her, shielding her from the chaos outside. With each turn of the page, she conjured visions of waterfalls cascading down moss-covered rocks and serene ponds reflecting the moonlight. Her stuffed animals became loyal companions on this magical journey; a bear with button eyes was now her wise mentor, while a fluffy rabbit served as her adventurous sidekick.

Just then, a particularly loud crash echoed from below—a sound that sent shivers down her spine. Y/N squeezed her eyes shut and took a deep breath. “If only I could summon a wave,” she thought wistfully, “to wash away all this noise.” She imagined it rising majestically from the depths of her mind—a great wall of water that would sweep through their home and carry away all anger and hurt.

After a while the shouting stopped and the house was quiet again. The young girl looked up and her mom stood at the threshold of her door, her eyes red and puffy from crying. The sight twisted Y/N’s stomach in knots. “Y/N,” she began, her voice trembling, “please don’t become like your father. Don’t become a state alchemist.” Her plea sliced through the air, laden with desperation. Confusion washed over Y/N as she sat up. “But Mom, I want to help people—just like dad!” she protested, wanting to explain her dreams. However, the fear in her mother's eyes overshadowed any excitement.

Her mother took a step closer, the dim light from the hallway casting long shadows across her face. “Y/N, your father thought he was doing good too. He wanted to save lives, but in the end… it cost him everything.” The tremor in her voice broke Y/N’s heart, and she felt a rush of anger mixed with sorrow.

“Promise me, sweetheart…that you won’t become a state alchemist.”

“But mom-” Y/N started but was cut off.

“Promise me.” Her mom sternly said.

“I promise.” She said, pushing her alchemy book out of sight. Her mom looked at her with sorrow in her eyes, kissed her goodnight and left the room.

As the door clicked shut, Y/N felt a heaviness settle over her heart. The promise hung in the air like an uninvited guest, suffocating her dreams with its weight. She glanced at the alchemy book now hidden beneath her pillow.

The room was silent, save for the faint ticking of the clock on the wall. Each tick seemed to echo her mother’s warning: “Don’t become like your father.” It was a mantra now, repeating itself in her mind until it drowned out any other thought. Y/N hugged her knees to her chest, staring at the ceiling.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. Instead, she took a deep breath and slid her book from its hiding place, cradling it against her chest like a lifeline. She knew what she wanted; it was simply finding a way to make it safe for everyone involved.

In that moment of solitude, determination surged through her veins like fire igniting kindling. Y/N flipped open the book’s cover and began tracing the pages filled with intricate diagrams and complex equations—each one whispering promises of power and change. Her fingers brushed over notes scribbled in margins: “Alchemy is not just about transmutation; it’s about intention.”

Y/N set herself on fire with purpose, vowing silently that one day she would show her mother that there was another way—a way where healing didn’t come at such a steep price. And perhaps then they could share their dreams instead of fearing them.

Resolutely placing the book back under her pillow, Y/N lay down once more. The shadows no longer felt threatening; they were mere companions on this journey toward understanding—an adventure waiting just beyond dawn's first light. With hope fluttering inside her like wings ready for flight, she closed her eyes and surrendered to sleep—ready to dream anew.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~08~

Trigger Warning: De@th. A/N: I cried writing this chapter, so be warned.

The rain had finally stopped, leaving behind a fresh scent of damp earth as sunshine peeked through the retreating clouds. Winry, Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N emerged from Dominic's shop, their hearts still buzzing from the night before. The group gathered their things, and the sound of water droplets trickling from the leaves filled the air as they made their way down the mountain path, the sun glinting off small puddles along the way. Winry animatedly discussed the future projects she had in mind at her apprenticeship, her eyes sparkling with ideas as she laughed with Y/N. Edward, with his trademark scowl, chimed in occasionally, playfully arguing about the practicality of Winry's designs. Alphonse, his gentle presence providing a calm to the spirited discussions, smiled and added his thoughts, emphasizing how exciting it all was. As they meandered down the winding path. The atmosphere felt charged with promise, each step a journey through both the physical and metaphorical landscapes of their lives. Laughter echoed around them, blending with whispers of nature as they recounted past adventures, each story igniting new moments of joy. Soon, they reached a bend in the path where an overlook revealed the valley below. All four friends paused to take in the view, the sprawling landscape painted with the remnants of rain. The world unfurled before them like an artist’s canvas, displaying a masterpiece of life and color, the hustle and bustle of rush valley chugging away as usual. 

The clattering of metal and the whirring of automail filled the air as Winry Rockbell navigated through the throng of townsfolk, followed by her friends. Her engineering eyes sparkled with excitement, the vibrant atmosphere impossible to ignore. She was on her way to meet Garfiel, a friendly mechanic referred to her by Dominic, he was known for his impressive skill with machines. As they reached the town center, the sun beamed down, illuminating an array of colorful stalls offering mechanical parts, shining automail accessories, and delicious street food. Winry paused, taking in the scene, her heart thumping with anticipation. A wedding of chaos and order unfolded before her eyes; mechanics were joyfully arguing over gear measurements while grandmothers argued over the price of bolts. The group stepped into Garfiel's shop for the first time, the tinkling of the brass bell overhead announcing their arrival. The shop was cozy, filled with gadgets and tools, an abundance of machinery delicately arranged on every surface. Winry’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she ran her fingers over the various instruments, each one sparking ideas for new automail designs. Beside her, Edward, with his characteristic impatience, shuffled through the aisles, looking for something he couldn’t quite express. Al, with his imposing armor, marveled at the intricate inventions, his voice echoing in the small space as he voiced his admiration.

“Look at this!” Edward exclaimed, holding up a peculiar item he found tucked in a corner—a small, rusted gear that seemed to have a story of its own. Winry's enthusiasm was infectious as she rushed over, her hands gentle as she inspected it closely, her brow furrowed in concentration. Al simply nodded, quietly content to watch them. 

“Y/N, you’ve been quiet,” Al finally said, turning to her, his voice soft and welcoming. She stood beside the armoured boy as she processed the sights around her. “You okay?” he asked, inclining his head slightly. The warmth of Al’s presence made her feel at ease, even in a shop brimming with curiosities. She smiled up at him, “Yeah, of course.”

“Welcome!” Garfeil called from the back, a friendly grin lighting up his face as he wiped his hands on a rag “You must be Winry!”. He looked every bit the part of a skilled craftsman, with grease stains streaked across his apron and a hint of an accent in his voice that hinted at a rich history. Winry smiled back, feeling a flutter of admiration at his enthusiasm. As they talked, Garfeil listened intently to her plans and shared his own thoughts about improving the design of automail. Winry felt her excitement grow as he showed her a few of his inventions. They discussed everything from the most efficient materials to the importance of comfort in a prosthetic limb. To Winry’s delight, Garfeil’s ideas resonated deeply with her own, and she found herself losing track of time as their conversation flowed easily back and forth.

After their introductions, Winry led the way, her eyes sparkling with excitement as she navigated through the colorful marketplace, eager to see the latest automail advancements. Y/N walked beside her, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the lively atmosphere. Edward and Alphonse followed closely, their eyes darting around, captivated by the unique creations of the skilled artisans. As they wandered deeper into the market, Winry stopped at a stall displaying intricate automail accessories. She picked up a beautifully crafted arm brace, turning it over in her hands, admiring the craftsmanship. “Look at this, Y/N! The design is both functional and elegant,” she said, beaming. Y/N smiled, captivated by Winry’s passion for her work and the world around her. The brothers, meanwhile, were drawn to a nearby stall filled with various trinkets and oddities. Al was fascinated by a small, animated mechanical bird, while Ed was busy bickering over the price of a brass gear. They paused at a food stall, the mouthwatering scent of grilled meat filling the air. Winry ordered a plateful, her cheeks flushed with excitement. Y/N couldn’t help but chuckle at the sheer joy on her face. As they sat down to eat, Al shared he was definitely going to put this on his list of food to try when he gets his body back. 

After a hearty meal, they resumed their exploration, wandering through the maze of stalls that felt like a treasure trove. Laughter and chatter surrounded them, and it felt as if the bustle of the world outside had faded away. 

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink, Y/N and Winry Rockbell stood on the platform of Rush Valley's train station, waving goodbye to the Elric brothers. Edward, with his trademark grin and tousled blond hair, gave a cheerful salute while Alphonse, clad in his towering armor, offered a gentle smile that illuminated the dimming light, as they headed off to Dublith to go see their teacher. Y/N’s train pulled into the station not long after, its whistle echoing through the bustling crowd. As the steam billowed from the train, she turned to wave at Winry, who stood nearby, a bright smile on her face. "Come back soon!" Winry called, her voice filled with warmth. Y/N nodded, her heart heavy but full of fond memories. As Y/N stepped aboard the train, the warmth of the evening sun clung to her skin like a memory she wasn’t ready to let go. The rhythmic chugging of the engine mingled with the distant laughter of children playing on the platform, creating a bittersweet symphony that tugged at her heartstrings. She settled into her seat by  the window, allowing her gaze to drift back toward Winry, who remained rooted in place, waving until she was nothing more than a tiny figure against the backdrop of Rush Valley.

The train lurched forward, and with each passing moment, Y/N felt the distance grow between her and everything she loved about this place. The hills rolled away like waves receding from shore, and soon they were swallowed by the shadows of twilight. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass, watching as familiar sights blurred into abstract shapes—a reminder that life was always in motion. With each mile that passed beneath her, Y/N felt herself growing more and more tired, the adrenaline of the last 48 hours slowly wearing off. The gentle sway of the carriage mimicked her own heart, still fluttering from the memory of the night before. It was a cool evening when Edward had enveloped her in a hug, their laughter mingling with the whispers of the wind as they sat under the stormy clouds. But now, as shadows stretched across the land and twilight painted everything in shades of indigo and gold, Why was she even thinking about that? It wasn’t the first time they had shared an embrace, so why was it on her mind now? The thought settled heavily in her chest, mingling with fatigue. 

As the train rattled toward Central, Y/N found herself staring out the window, a strange sinking feeling in her stomach. Something felt off, and the sense of foreboding only deepened as the city drew closer. Y/N couldn’t shake the feeling. She began looking around suspiciously, it seemed like there was always a thread of danger lurking in the backdrop recently. Had the homunculi followed them to Rush Valley? Were they following her? Y/N's heart raced as she scrutinized the faces around her, searching for any sign of familiarity in the crowd that swayed with the train’s rhythm. She could almost hear the whispers of her fears echoing in her mind—every shadow seemed to flicker with malevolence, every stranger an agent of chaos.

As the train lurched to a stop, Y/N's breath caught in her throat. The bustling noise of Central Station spilled into the carriage like an unwelcome tide, drowning her thoughts in a cacophony of hurried footsteps and distant announcements. She hesitated before stepping onto the platform, her instincts screaming at her to turn back. Shoving her hands deep into the pockets of her coat, she emerged into the throng of commuters. Each face blurred past her—some hurrying to catch connections, others lost in their own worlds. 

With each step forward, she recalled snippets of conversations overheard on previous journeys—the whispers about homunculi sightings, rumors that danced dangerously close to reality. Were they truly following her? Or was it simply her sleepy mind deceiving itself. Her heart pounded against her ribcage like a caged bird desperate for escape. She leaned against a pillar in the busy station, just watching, just in case she was followed. as she stood there, cocooned in the jacket, the world around her seemed to blur even more. The cacophony of rushing feet faded into a distant hum. As her heart rate gradually returned to its normal rhythm, she couldn't help but wonder if it had all been a figment of her imagination. With a deep breath, she stood up straight and made her way towards the exit, feeling a wave of embarrassment wash over her. At that moment, she realized that she needed to give herself an early night. As walked down the stairs, the events of the day replayed in her mind. She promised herself to listen to her body more and not ignore the signs of stress and anxiety. Taking a hot bath and getting a good night's sleep sounded like the perfect remedy for her overwhelmed mind.

Y/N walked home through the dimly lit streets of Central, the cool night air brushing against her skin. The sounds of the bustling city were quieting down, leaving only the soft echo of distant footsteps and the rustling of leaves. Streetlamps flickered above, casting a warm glow on the cobblestone pathway. Y/N hugged her coat closer, feeling the chill of the night deepen. Y/N's thoughts drifted like the clouds above, as she started to walk past central command a crow caught her attention, its caw jarring against the quiet of the night. Y/N paused, her breath visible in the crisp air as she watched the crow flap its wings and take flight, a shadow against the moonlit sky. It circled above before landing on a nearby lamppost, its beady eyes glinting with an otherworldly intelligence. Something about the bird felt significant. With a flick of its head, the crow seemed to beckon her closer. Intrigued, Y/N took a hesitant step forward, her curiosity battling with an instinctual wariness. The world around her faded into a hush; even the distant hum of traffic seemed to hold its breath. The crow cawed again, this time more insistent. Y/N walked towards the bird, as she got closer, it flew off leaving her in almost silence. A nearby phone box was off the hook, its dial tone painfully loud. Compelled by a force she couldn’t quite understand, she followed the noise, shadows danced playfully along cobblestones slick with dew. Each step felt heavier than the last.

As Y/N approached the phone box, the air grew thick. She saw a man's legs, as if someone was sitting on the floor of the box, but they were sitting in a dark puddle. Has someone fallen ill? She rushed over to help the unknown man. “A military uniform?” she questioned aloud. Y/N was now standing in front of the phone box, her blood ran cold. “Uncle Maes!” She shouted, crouched, pawing at his jacket in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding, wherever it was coming from.Y/N's hands trembled as she pressed against her uncle's jacket, the fabric slick with dark crimson. Panic surged through her veins like wildfire. "Stay with me, Uncle Maes!" she pleaded, tears falling, her voice breaking as she searched his face for any sign of consciousness. His usually vibrant eyes were now closed, shadowed beneath furrowed brows that hinted at pain. Y/N's heart raced as she frantically assessed the situation. The world around her faded into a blur, the only sound cutting through the fog of her thoughts was the dial tone of the phone hanging above them. She pressed harder against his jacket, feeling the warmth of his blood seep through her fingers, though his body was cold.

"Please, please," she whispered, desperation threading through each word. Her mind raced back to all the stories he had told her—tales of bravery and heroism in distant lands, adventures that now felt like cruel mockeries in the face of this grim reality. She could almost hear his laughter echoing in her ears, a sound that seemed impossibly far away now. 

With trembling hands, Y/N stood, now covered in Hughes’ blood, she put the phone back on its hook and lifted it again. From her pocket she fished out a coin. It slipped through her fingers once, then twice before she caught it again; time was slipping away just like that coin. Her vision blurred as tears pooled in her eyes. "Come on!" she urged herself silently, tapping furiously at the keypad.

“Please answer!” The ringing tone echoed ominously against the stillness enveloping them. Each ring felt like a hammer striking against the walls of her resolve. 

“Hello, Central Command,” the operator answered.

“Please connect me to Colonel Roy Mustang! It's an emergency!” Y/N cried down the phone, her chest tight. She gave the operator her emergency military code phase, and waited. “Hold on, please,” the operator replied, her voice steady but distant. Y/N could hear the faint rustling of papers and the tapping of keys as she was put on hold. Time stretched in that moment, each second an eternity filled with dread. The weight of Hughes’ lifeless body pressed heavily on her mind, drowning out any hope she had left.

“Y/N?” The familiar voice cut through the fog of despair like a beacon. “What’s going on?”

 She could barely choke out the words, her breath hitching as she struggled to find her voice. “Dad, it’s… it’s Uncle Maes. He’s—” Her throat tightened, making it hard to breathe, let alone speak. “He’s dead! They… they killed him!” The confession spilled out like an open wound, raw and bleeding.

There was a moment of silence on the other end that felt like a dagger twisting in her gut. “What? Y/N, where are you?” Roy’s tone shifted instantly from confusion to urgency.

“Phone box, outside” she managed to say, looking down at Hughes’ body sprawled against the confinements of the booth below her feet, his eyes staring blankly at the sky above. It felt surreal, as if she were watching a scene unfold from behind a glass wall.

“Stay where you are, Y/N. I’m coming,” Roy’s voice crackled through the line, filled with authority and concern.

The world around her faded, the cacophony of the city reduced to a dull roar, as if she were submerged in water. The chilling reality of her words echoed in her mind, drowning out everything else. She could still see Hughes’ face—his warm smile that had always been a beacon of light in their lives now frozen in an expression of disbelief. She crouched back down to him, praying, begging for this to be a cruel nightmare, trying to shake him awake, her tears falling from her face onto his stained uniform. Her shaking slowed, reality taking hold, her cries growing stronger, louder, her blood-stained hands holding onto his jacket for dear life.

The five minutes it took Roy and his team to make it outside, felt like hours to Y/N, she stayed holding onto Maes lifeless body. 

As the weight of her grief anchored her to the ground, Y/N felt a gentle hand on her shoulder. It was Roy, his expression a mix of sorrow and determination, the flicker of hope dimming in his eyes. “Y/N,” he whispered, his voice barely above a breath, “You need to let go.”

But she couldn’t move. The world around her blurred into an indistinct haze; all that existed was Maes—his laughter echoing in her mind like a haunting melody, the warmth of his friendship now turned cold. She wanted to scream, to shatter the silence that enveloped them, but all that escaped her lips was a choked sob.

“Please,” Roy implored. The colonel had to pry his daughter from the corpse of his dearest friend. He pulled the girl into his arms and away from the phone booth, mirroring the way he did 8 years ago, when she discovered her mother's body. They sat on the curb across from the booth as more military officers turned up. She just stayed crying into her father’s jacket, a shell of her usual happy self.

Roy held Y/N tightly, feeling her small frame tremble against him, the weight of grief pressing down like an unyielding fog. Around them, the world continued to spin—officers moved with purpose, their voices a distant murmur that faded into the background. He wished he could shield her from it all, from the reality that had clawed its way into their lives once more.

"Y/N," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion, "I need you to listen to me." But she was lost in a chasm of despair, the echoes of Maes's laughter fading into silence. Her fingers twisted and turned in his jacket as if seeking some anchor in this storm of sorrow. He gently brushed Y/N's hair back from her face, trying to catch her eye. “We’ll get through this,” he said with a conviction he didn’t fully feel. “You’re not alone.” But even as he spoke those words meant to comfort her, doubt gnawed at him like a relentless tide.

Just then, a young officer approached them cautiously. “Colonel Mustang,” he began hesitantly, glancing at Y/N before continuing. “We need her statement about what happened.”

Roy shook his head slightly. “Not now.” His voice was firm yet gentle—a protective barrier against further intrusion. The officer nodded understandingly but lingered for a moment longer before stepping back into the fray.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~07~

The train glided gracefully into the bustling station of Rush Valley, its whistle piercing the air and bouncing off the vibrant market stalls that lined the streets. Y/N, Winry, Ed, and Al disembarked, their hearts pounding with anticipation. This was the birthplace of perfected automail, and the atmosphere crackled with the promise of thrilling adventures. Winry Rockbell took the lead, her eyes gleaming as she pointed out the array of shops, her infectious enthusiasm lighting up the surroundings.

"Look at all the automail shops!" Winry exclaimed, practically bouncing with excitement. Edward, his golden locks shimmering in the sunlight, rolled his eyes with a playful smirk. Alphonse, encased in his towering suit of armor, chimed in with a gentle voice, "I can't wait to see the new designs."

As they strolled through the bustling streets, Y/N marveled at the intricate automail creations on display. Each shop showcased masterpieces that defied both gravity and expectation. Winry paused at a particularly impressive window, her eyes widening with awe. Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of inspiration as she gazed at the automail designs. The craftsmanship and attention to detail were truly remarkable. Winry pressed her hands against the cool glass, her breath fogging up the window as she gazed at a stunning automail arm that seemed to shimmer with an ethereal glow. "Can you believe it? This is what I want to create! Something that not only functions perfectly but also feels like a part of you," 

They turned a corner and stumbled upon a large crowd gathered around a makeshift arena. Curiosity piqued, they pushed their way through the throng of spectators. In the center, a big guy with impressive automail arms was arm wrestling several challengers. Muscles bulging and a grin plastered across his face, he effortlessly overpowered each opponent, sending them crashing back in defeat. The muscled man noticed the group watching him, and beckoned them towards him.

With a confident nod, Edward bravely accepted the challenge and took his seat before the formidable man. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the intricate metalwork that adorned his powerful automail arm. As their hands locked in a fierce grip, the tension in the air grew palpable. Edward's mind raced with thoughts as he studied his opponent's grip and stance, his determination unwavering. The man let out a hearty laugh and taunted him, underestimating the young alchemist with his fiery spirit. But Edward, fueled by the memories of his past struggles and triumphs, remained steadfast. The crowd erupted in cheers, their voices blending together in a symphony of support. As Edward locked eyes with his opponent, a sense of unyielding resolve surged through him, propelling him forward with unwavering determination. With a fierce tug, they engaged in a battle of strength, the tension and perspiration mounting with each passing second. Edward channeled all his energy into his automail arm, sensing the metal whir and whine with each exertion. Just as it appeared his opponent might gain the upper hand. With one last, desperate push, he forced his adversary's hand down with a resounding, victorious crash upon the table, shattering the man's automail in the process. As the dust settled, Edward's heart raced with adrenaline and satisfaction. Ed rubbed his arm with a victorious smirk, the rush of triumph still pulsing through his veins. He had just defeated an unexpected challenger in an intense arm-wrestling match—a remarkable achievement, considering the man was known for his unmatched strength. Edward's eyes, a striking shade of gold, sparkled with pride as the familiar rush of adrenaline surged within him. Alphonse, Winry, and Y/N stood nearby, sharing soft chuckles at the scene. But in an instant, the elation of his victory transformed into something entirely different. As the arm-wrestling match concluded, Edward found himself surrounded by a crowd of eager spectators. Faces filled with curiosity and admiration pressed in around him, their attention fixated on his automail arm. Hands reached out, voices clamoring with questions about how it worked and how it felt. Edward felt a mix of flattery and overwhelm at the intense interest in his prosthetic limb. While it wasn't the first time his automail had drawn a crowd, the fervor of the Rush Valley residents caught him off guard. He thrived on attention in battles and debates, but this scrutiny was different—it delved into his past, his struggles. Amidst the chaos of the crowd bombarding him with questions, Edward locked eyes with Al and shared a laugh. "Who knew winning an arm-wrestling match would lead to this?" he remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Alphonse simply shrugged, his armored features reflecting his own amusement at the unexpected turn of events. As Ed began to respond to one enthusiastic inquiry about whether he could feel pain in his automail when it struck metal against metal—a question that made him cringe—he noticed Y/N stepping forward from the periphery of the gathering. Her expression was one of quiet confidence mixed with warmth as she approached him through the throng.

"Hey," Y/N called out playfully over the din. "You know you could probably charge admission for this kind of show!"

The crowd turned its attention toward them momentarily before drifting back to Ed's automail as if it were some rare artifact newly unearthed from ancient ruins.

"Maybe I should," he shot back with mock seriousness before leaning closer to Y/N as if sharing a secret. "But then I'd have to deal with all these people asking me about my life story." Y/N chuckled softly.

Edward squinted against the blinding sunlight, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Stood in the heart of Rush Valley, clad only in his underwear, he could feel the heat of humiliation burning through him. The sheer mortification of being so shamefully exposed consumed his thoughts. With a fiery glare, he watched as the once-curious townsfolk sauntered away, their heads nodding in lively conversation, utterly unaware of his distress. The weight of humiliation pressed down on him like a heavy burden, leaving him feeling exposed and vulnerable in the unforgiving light of day. As he hastily began to redress himself, a sense of unsettling emptiness washed over him. His heart pounded in his chest as he frantically searched his pockets, only to be met with a chilling realization: his prized alchemist pocket watch was missing. Edward Elric, Y/N Mustang, Alphonse Elric, and Winry Rockbell found themselves sprawled across the dusty path. With hands pressed against the ground and their eyes scanning every inch, the air was thick with a mix of urgency and camaraderie. Edward’s heart raced as he recalled the moment he had absentmindedly set his pocket watch down—a relic that was not just a tool for telling time but an alchemist's identification.

“Where could it be?” Edward muttered, frustration seeping into his voice as he pushed himself up to his knees. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a dirt-streaked sleeve, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in his chest.

“It has to be here somewhere,” Alphonse chimed in, his armored form glinting under the waning sunlight. His gentle tone contrasted sharply with the tension in the air. A local merchant overheard the group talking and told them about a local girl named Paninya, notorious for being a pickpocket. The local man told them about a pawn shop she normally sells her loot to.

Edward furrowed his brow in deep concentration as he surveyed the vibrant storefronts that lined the bustling street. Beside him, Alphonse moved gracefully, the soft clinking of his metal armor adding a mysterious aura to their presence. Winry adjusted her tools with precision, her eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger. Y/N, their loyal friend, walked closely alongside, ready to support them in whatever challenges lay ahead. As the group ventured forward, they couldn't help but marvel at the eclectic mix of items displayed in the windows of the shops they passed.

"Look over there!" Alphonse exclaimed suddenly, pointing towards a store with a sign that was half falling down. Edward's eyes lit up with recognition. "Isn't that the store the old man was talking about?" Alphonse questioned, his voice filled with excitement and anticipation.

The group's hearts raced as they approached the mysterious store, unsure of what secrets it held within its walls. As they pushed open the creaky door, a musty smell filled their nostrils, sending shivers down their spines. The dimly lit interior was filled with shelves of dusty trinkets and oddities, each one seeming to hold a story of its own.

A confident woman, her automail arm gleaming in the dim light, stood proudly before the counter of the pawn shop. In her hand, she held a peculiar pocket watch, its intricate design catching the eye of the owner as she attempted to haggle for a fair price. As the owner inspected the pocket watch, the woman's gaze never wavered, her expression unwaveringly determined. The owner, a wiry man with thinning hair and a skeptical brow, turned the pocket watch over in his hands, the delicate ticking echoing softly in the stillness of the shop. “A fine piece,” he muttered, though his tone suggested he was more interested in its potential profit than its craftsmanship. The woman leaned forward slightly, her automail arm reflecting a glimmer of light that danced across the cluttered shelves filled with forgotten treasures and discarded dreams.

“Hey!” Ed bellowed through the store pointing at the woman holding the watch. “That’s my watch!”

“Paninya! I told you to stop trying to sell me stolen stuff!” the old man huffed.

Paninya's mischievous eyes gleamed as she spied a delicate vase at her feet. Without hesitation, she sent it hurtling towards the unsuspecting Ed, a mischievous laugh escaping her lips. The vase soared through the air, leaving Ed with barely enough time to react. With lightning-fast reflexes, he dodged the projectile, causing it to shatter dramatically against the wall. Shards of glass sparkled like stars as they scattered across the floor, leaving Winry gasping in horror at the destruction of such a beautiful object.

"Paninya!" the owner's voice rang out, frustration evident in his tone. All eyes turned to the fleeing woman, her laughter trailing behind her as she made a swift exit. The room was left in stunned silence, the aftermath of Paninya's impulsive act hanging heavy in the air. Edward and Alphonse sprinted after Paninya, their voices echoing through the narrow alleyways. "Hey! Come back here!" Edward's golden locks billowed behind him in the wind as he shouted. Al, his armored form clanking with each hurried step, kept pace beside him. "Wait, Paninya! We just want to talk!" Al called out, hoping to reason with their elusive target.

Paninya, renowned for her speed and agility, effortlessly evaded the brothers with each twist and turn. Edward's frustration mounted as he pushed through the bustling crowd. "How does she move like that?!" he exclaimed, narrowly avoiding tripping over a stray cat.

Al, ever the composed one, suggested, "Maybe we should split up and corner her somewhere." The tension in the air was palpable as the brothers strategize their next move, determined to catch Paninya before she slipped away once more. 

Y/N and Winry watched the boys slowly disappear down the winding alleyways, still standing in the doorway of the pawn shop. "We should probably follow them." Winry said.

"Yeah probably" Y/N chuckled "I should pay for that vase first though" she spoke looking down at the shards on the floor .Winry sighed, her gaze drifting back to the colorful shards scattered across the floor like fallen stars. “It’s not every day you break something so beautiful,” she mused, a small smile playing on her lips despite the mess. Y/N knelt down, carefully picking up a piece of the vase, its intricate design still faintly visible despite the cracks. “Maybe it was just waiting for an adventure,” Winry suggested, Y/N  holding it up to catch the light filtering through the shop's dusty window.

“An adventure that ends with me paying for it,” Y/N replied with a mock frown, though her eyes sparkled with mischief. “Alright, let’s make this quick! I can’t let those boys have all the fun without us.” She turned toward the counter, determination etched across her features.

“That’ll be 800 thousand sens” the old man dead panned

“You what?” Y/N stood in disbelief. 

Y/N stood alongside Winry in the bustling town square, their gaze fixed on the intense showdown below. Ed and Paninya were locked in a fierce battle, each determined to claim the pocket watch back. The sun bathed the scene in a warm, golden light, adding a touch of whimsy to the otherwise heated exchange.

As Ed grunted and made a desperate lunge towards Paninya, who skillfully evade his attack with a graceful twirl, Winry couldn't contain her amusement. "It's like watching a play" she remarked, her eyes dancing with laughter. Y/N nodded in silent agreement, captivated by the unfolding spectacle before them. Paninya found herself caught in an alchemic metal cage, however she was not one to cower in fear. With her automail leg, she focused her energy, feeling the familiar hum of metal coursing through her. It was more than just a tool for her; it was an extension of her will. As she planted her foot firmly against the cage’s inner wall, she felt the alchemical energy resonate. With a determined grunt, she swung her leg with all her force, vectoring the momentum into a swift strike against one of the bars. she stood watching them fall to the ground. As she was about to set off running again, Winry grabbed her wrist, her eyes sparkling.

“Don’t let her go Winry!” Ed shouted as he ran over to them

“Don’t worry I won’t, because I need a look at her glorious automail!”

Paninya sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the bustling town square, her hands bound in handcuffs. Directly across from her, Winry Rockbell stared with wide eyes at Paninya’s intricate automail limbs, an undeniable mix of curiosity and disbelief illuminating her expression. “Your automail mechanic is an artist!” Winry asked, her voice colored with admiration, momentarily forgetting the situation at hand. Winry sat there tracing every screw that held her automail together for what felt like hours, Paninya finally agreed to give back to watch. She also agreed to take the group up to meet her mechanic. 

The scorching mountain breeze whipped past Y/N as she followed Edward, Alphonse, Winry, and Paninya, laughter reverberating off the rugged cliffs. They were on their way to visit Paninya's mechanic, Dominic. Winry and Paninya led the way, engaged in conversation. Alphonse walked silently behind, lost in contemplation. As the group moved further along the winding path, Y/N felt a mix of exhilaration and exhaustion. The sun hung high in the sky, casting sharp shadows that danced on the rocky terrain. She took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of stone and sweat.

"Come on, Y/N! You can’t let a little heat slow you down!" Edward called out playfully, his voice cutting through her reverie. He flashed her a grin, his golden hair glinting like sunlight off metal.

With an exaggerated sigh, she quickened her pace to catch up. "You know I’m not made of metal like you!" she retorted, laughter bubbling up as she drew closer. Winry and Paninya exchanged amused glances over their shoulders. The group pushed on, they crossed over a rope bridge and came across a building nestled between rocks. “We’re here!” Paninya exclaimed. 

The air was heavy with the scent of machinery and metal as they entered Dominic's shop. Paninya proudly introduced her friends, Satera and Ridel, who were Dominic's son and pregnant daughter-in-law. "Hey there!" Winry greeted with warmth and enthusiasm. They all sat outside Winry, Paninya and Dominic were sat around the table talking about Paninya’s automail and his workshop and Ed, Al and Y/N were sat talking to Satera and Ridel about their new baby. Their casual conversation was cut off by Winry calling Ed over “Ohhhhh Eddd…”. 

"Let me take a closer look," Dominic requested, stepping forward. Edward chuckled lightly, adjusting his stance and offering his arm for inspection. "Just don't break it," he warned, a playful grin on his face. With careful movements, Dominic examined the fine details of the automail—every joint, every plate expertly crafted and fastened together. He hummed to show he was impressed. Winry turned to Dominic, “Please take me on as an apprentice!”.

He looked at her with annoyance. “Yeah, right.”

“Could you just take a minute to consider” she said disheartened.

“I don’t take on apprentices” he deadpanned. 

The dim light of the room flickered as Winry Rockbell gathered what was left of her pride and dignity. They had spent hours at Dominic's shop, and now it was time to head back. Y/N stood nearby, the air thick with the smell of grease and machinery, feeling a mix of anticipation and fatigue. Alphonse, his gentle voice cutting through the chatter, made a joke that drew soft laughter and eased the tension of the long day. They all gathered by the door. Winry pushed it open with a confident shove, the hinges creaking in protest. Suddenly, the warm air of the shop was replaced by a loud, heavy downpour. Rain hammered against the ground, drenching everything in its path. The sight was daunting; the street transformed into a river, the air thick with mist and the distant rumble of thunder. "Guess we'll have to wait a bit," Y/N chuckled.

Winry, Paninya, Y/N and Ridel gathered around a large wooden table. The smell of warm drinks filled the air; mugs of steaming hot chocolate and spiced tea were plentiful, their warmth contrasting with the brisk air outside. Laughter and chatter floated freely as the group shared stories of their recent adventures, making the space feel alive with camaraderie. Paninya realised she still had Ed’s pocket watch in her pocket. “I don’t get why this watch won’t open,” Paninya said, lifting the watch out of her pocket “kinda defeats the purpose.” Y/N raised her eyebrow as she set her cup down, “strange, mine opens, maybe Ed’s is a dud?” she questioned grabbing her watch from her pocket and clicking it open. Winry picked up Ed’s watch from the table and inspected it “That little rat used alchemy to seal it shut, good thing I've got these” she grabbed some small tools from her pocket and got to work forcing the watch open. Y/N and Paninya were peering over Winry’s shoulder as she worked away, then the watch popped open. “Oh, we shouldn’t have opened that” Y/N winced, looking into her cup. Winry and Y/N both looked down, Paninya sat there confused. Winry stood up wordlessly and just left the room, Y/N picked up the now open watch, closed it and placed it in her pocket “Don’t worry about it Paninya.” She smiled at the other girl. 

Suddenly Winry came running back into the room, “Ridel come quickly, it’s your wife.” the girls followed Ridel into the room, Satera sat on the floor in a puddle, clearly in pain, “the baby is coming” she groaned. Dominic came running in panicked, followed by Ed and Al. 

Dominic tightened the straps on his coat as the cold wind whipped around him from the open door. The sun was nowhere to be seen, the rain hammering down heavier than ever. He glanced back at his son and daughter-in-law "I can't get you to the hospital in this weather, I will ride into town and bring the doctor". "Be careful out there," Ridel called out as he mounted the horse, his dark coat gleaming under the fading light. Dominic nodded, clutching the reins firmly as he urged the horse forward. The path to town was rough, with rocks and soft earth that could easily trip up both horse and rider. But the urgency of their situation pushed him onward.

As time went by it became painfully clear that Dominic would not return with the doctor in time, Satera was progressing too quickly. They were running out of time. With a calm voice, Winry explained to Ridel that she had learned many things from her reading growing up, and that she can deliver their baby. "I know it sounds daunting, but I believe I can help you," she said, her eyes bright with confidence. Satera nodded, though the pain etched across her face made it clear that she was under great stress. The group shot into action, Winry demanded: clean towels, warm water and disinfectant. Paninya and Y/N went into the room to help Winry, Ed and Al could only wait outside the room listening to Satera’s groans in pain and the encouragement of the girls. Time passed slowly. Suddenly the room behind the boys was silent, they both stood up in panic, had something happened? Then a cry echoed through the house, and the baby was born. Winry Rockbell stepped out of the room, her heart swollen with joy. The sound of a soft, tiny cry filled the air, a sweet reminder of the new life that had just entered the world. She turned to Paninya, who stood beside her, her eyes sparkling with pride and happiness. “Can you believe it?” Winry exclaimed, wiping away a tear of joy from her cheek. “We did it!” Paninya nodded in agreement, her smile radiant as they shared this moment of camaraderie. Y/N followed closely behind, their expression a mix of disbelief and amazement. “It feels so surreal,” they said, still catching their breath from the emotional whirlwind of the delivery. The room behind them was now a sanctuary of warmth and love, and they all knew that this moment marked a significant turning point in their lives. The three friends embraced one another, forming a tight circle of support, each one reflecting on how far they had come together. 

Not long after Dominic returned with the doctor, they went into the room to check on Satera and the baby. Everyone was sitting around the table chatting, but not Y/N. Edward looked around the room not seeing her anywhere, then outside in the window he saw her arm reaching up like she was stretching. He went outside to join her. Y/N sat with her head in between her knees on the bench under the awning, sheltering her from the rain. Edward watches her for a moment, trying to read her expression. “Hey, what are you doing out here on your own?” He asked. She looked up at him, with tear stained cheeks “I just needed a minute.” He rushed to her side, sitting down next to her on the bench, “Are you okay?” Y/N took a shaky breath, the sound of raindrops pattering against the metal awning echoing like a soft heartbeat in the silence between them. She wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand, smearing the remnants of her tears. “It’s just… helping Satera, reminded me of my mom,” she admitted, her voice barely there. Edward swung his arm over her shoulders and pulled her into a hug, “I get it, trust me I get it.” Y/N leaned into Edward's warmth, the gentle rise and fall of his chest soothing her racing heart. The rain continued to drum a steady rhythm, each drop a reminder of the storm inside her. “I just miss her so much,” she confessed, words tumbling out like fragile leaves caught in the wind. “It’s like every time I think I’m okay, something pulls me back.”

Edward tightened his embrace, as if trying to shield her from the weight of her grief. “It’s okay to feel that way,” he said softly, his voice steady amidst the chaos outside. “Grief doesn’t follow a timeline; it ebbs and flows like this rain.”

She glanced up at him through watery lashes, grateful for his understanding but still battling the shadows in her heart. “Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning in it,” she whispered, half-expecting him to pull away.

But instead, he shifted closer, their shoulders touching as he searched for the right words. “Then let me be your lifeboat,” he offered with a small smile, light breaking through the gloom around them. “We can weather this storm together.”

A flicker of hope ignited within Y/N as she took a deep breath, inhaling the crisp scent of rain-soaked earth mixed with fresh pine. She could almost hear her mother’s laughter echoing in the distance—a sound that had always brought comfort and joy. “You really think so?” she asked tentatively.

“Absolutely.” Edward nodded earnestly, his gaze unwavering. “We’re all carrying something heavy; you’re not alone in this.” She pulled away, wiping her eyes “I’m sorry, that was a lot.” He shook his head, a gentle smile still gracing his lips. “No need to apologize. It’s okay to feel overwhelmed; it’s part of being human.” His voice was steady, a balm for her frayed nerves. “But remember, you don’t have to carry it all by yourself.”

Y/N felt the weight of his words settle in her chest, warm and reassuring like the first rays of dawn after a long night. She took another deep breath, allowing herself to absorb the moment—the closeness of their bodies, the quiet strength radiating from him. In that fragile space between fear and hope, she found courage stirring within her. “You’re such a dork”. She chuckled, wiping the last of her tears from her face.

“Wow, way to ruin the moment Y/N” Ed laughed, turning to face the rain. 

Y/N puts her hands in her pockets looking at the rain, they share a moment of comfortable silence. She remembers the watch in her pocket, “Oh yeah, catch!” she threw Ed the watch, “Don’t be mad” She added as the watch landed in his hands. The comfortable air turned into something angrier, as he clicked the watch and it opened “You forced it open!?” he shouted. 

She looked down at the rain hitting the floor, “I know, I'm sorry.”

He breathed out a huff, “you idiot.” the mood changed again, into something softer, “I’ve never even shown it to Al.”

She looked at him curiously, “why not?” 

“The fact I carry this watch around, to remind me of a promise I made to myself… and to keep myself going…makes me feel so pathetic.” 

The rain drummed steadily around them, the world blurred into a watercolor of grays and blues, yet here they sat, wrapped in each other's company. Y/N felt a pang of guilt twist in her chest. The rain continued to fall, each drop mirroring the weight of Ed's words. “Pathetic?” she echoed softly, “Don’t be stupid,” she stared at him “That probably makes you the opposite of pathetic,” Edward looked at her and laughed “Okay who’s the dork now.” 

“Oh my days,” she rolled her eyes and playfully hit his shoulder, they sat and laughed with each other.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~06~

Alphonse Elric stood at a distance, his armored frame silhouetted against the backdrop of the sprawling city. The air was thick with smoke and the acrid scent of burning debris. He watched in horror as the 5th lab erupted into flames. The explosion had been sudden and fierce, sending shockwaves. The shock of the moment made it hard for him to process what had just happened; all he could do was stare, worry gnawing at him. From the corner of his eye, he spotted two figures sprinting towards the chaos— Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh. 

The flames roared hungrily, consuming the building. Edward, found himself trapped within the inferno, the heat searing his skin and smoke clawing at his throat. He was slumped against the wall, with a swift motion, the feminine creature reached for Edward, her gloved hand gripping his arm. “You’re not dying here, little alchemist,” she hissed, pulling him from the brink of the flames. She dragged him toward safety, her noir dress billowing like a cape. “This is not your time.” As they neared the exit, another shadow joined them—wearing a smirk that could chill the very air, slung over its shoulder was an unconscious Y/N. The wall in front of them fell and Edward and Y/N were thrown onto the grass. Ed sprinted across the grass, his heart pounding in his chest, tripping over his own feet. As he approached the patch of grass, he could see Y/N lying there, unconscious and still, a massive gash on her forehead. He knelt beside Y/N, his hands trembling as he reached out to check for a pulse. Relief washed over him when he felt the steady thrum of life beneath his fingertips, but the worry still gnawed at him. “Y/N, can you hear me?” Edward called out, his voice a mix of urgency and concern. There was no response, just the sound of Alphonse, Ross and Brosh rushing toward them. His mind raced through possible scenarios, each one darker than the last. He lightly shook Y/N’s shoulder, hoping to rouse her, blood seeping through his clothes. He lost his balance and fell into Ross, “We need to get you guys to a hospital!”. Sergeant Brosh helped Ed onto his back and 2nd Lieutenant Ross lifted Y/N into her arms. Brosh, Ross, and Al sprinted around the falling debris, their hearts pounding in unison. Brosh glanced back, his grip tightening around the boy's calves, while they all pushed forward, determination etched on their faces. 

Y/N slowly opened her eyes, the bright lights of the hospital room causing her to squint. She blinked a few times, trying to gather her thoughts. The last thing she remembered was seeing that humanoid creature, but everything after that was a blur. As her vision cleared, she noticed a familiar face at her bedside, her Uncle Maes Hughes, looking as unimpressed as ever. His expression was a mix of concern and annoyance, and it made Y/N chuckle weakly.

"What happened?" Y/N croaked, her throat feeling dry and scratchy. Hughes sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. "You took quite a hit," he replied, his voice steady but tinged with the hint of worry that he was trying to mask. "You know that was extremely dangerous, Major Armstrong filled me in on your little conspiracy."

Y/N tried to sit up, but pain shot through her body, forcing her back down onto the pillows. "I guess I’m not going anywhere for a bit, huh?" she said, trying to lighten the mood. Hughes finally cracked a smile, a small one, but it was there. "Not until your father gets here" She looked at him, guilt washing over her “You called him?”. “Yes i called him” He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "And when you do recover, you better not go throwing yourself into danger again. I don't think I could handle another scare like this." Y/N looked down at her hands, “I’m sorry.” a moment passed “How are-” Hughes chuckled “They’re fine, it seems you took the brunt of it, as per usual. I do wish you were more careful.” He stood from his chair, “I’ll be back in a second kid, just going to see if your dad has set off yet.” and with that he left the room.

Edward Elric lay in his hospital bed, enveloped in the sterile scent of antiseptic that permeated the air. The soft beeping of the machines served as a constant reminder of his fragile state, yet his thoughts were consumed by the absence of his brother, Alphonse. The distant murmurs of hospital staff and the rustle of patients provided a backdrop to his restless mind, but it was Y/N who occupied his every thought. She was just down the hall, his best friend, a beacon of light in his darkened world. Despite his own injuries, an overwhelming urge to see her gripped his heart. With a determined sigh, he mustered the strength to swing his legs over the side of the bed, the cold floor sending a shiver down his spine. Navigating the dimly lit corridors, lined with stark white tiles and splashes of color from healing plants, he felt a mix of anxiety and hope pulsating through his veins. As he approached her room, the door slightly ajar, his heart raced with anticipation. And there she was, Y/N, looking up at him from her bed with a soft smile. "Hey," she spoke, her voice a soothing melody in the midst of chaos. "Hey," he replied, his own smile mirroring hers. As they gazed at each other, a sense of calm washed over them both. The hospital room, with its whitewashed walls and clinical decor, faded into the background as he focused solely on Y/N. Her hair fell in gentle waves around her face, catching the soft light filtering through the window, illuminating her features like an artist’s canvas. “How are you feeling?” she asked, concern lacing her voice. Edward noticed the way her eyes sparkled with warmth and worry—two emotions that had always been intertwined whenever they were together. “I’m managing,” he replied, forcing a bravado into his tone that he didn’t quite feel. “But I’d be better if I could get out of here.” He gestured to the door before taking a few tentative steps closer to her. Y/N chuckled softly, the sound brightening the dim space around them. “And leave me here all alone? You wouldn’t want to miss my charming company.” She shifted slightly in her bed, propping herself up on one elbow. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“Good,” Edward said, allowing himself a genuine smile this time. The world outside might have been chaotic and uncertain, but in this moment with Y/N, everything felt grounded. As they exchanged playful banter about their respective ailments—her head wound and his various scrapes and broken automail arm—the atmosphere grew lighter. Laughter echoed softly between them, dispelling some of the shadows that clung to Edward’s mind like stubborn ghosts. “You know, Winry is going to kill me for breaking my arm already, I only just got it fixed” Y/N chuckled, tilting her head slightly as she studied him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Maybe you should start wearing bubble wrap instead of automail. At least then she wouldn’t have to worry about you getting hurt all the time.” Edward raised an eyebrow, feigning indignation. “Bubble wrap? That’s not exactly practical for a State Alchemist.” He paused dramatically before adding, “Or dignified.” “Dignity is overrated,” Y/N replied with a grin, leaning back against the wall as if daring him to argue further. “Besides, if you keep getting into trouble like this, you might need a whole new wardrobe anyway.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of himself waddling around in oversized bubble wrap garments. It was absurd yet oddly comforting. “Okay, okay,” he conceded with mock seriousness. “But if I go down that route, I expect you to join me. We could be the Bubble Wrap Brigade.” Her laughter rang out again, brightening the dim room even more. In that moment, surrounded by warmth and light-heartedness, Edward felt a flicker of hope igniting within him—a small flame against the darkness he often battled alone.

“So what’s next on our adventure?” Y/N asked playfully after their laughter faded into comfortable silence. He leaned forward conspiratorially, his automail glinting in the soft light as he whispered dramatically, “We must find a way to escape from this infernal hospital room! Our mission: procure snacks and maybe some questionable healing potions from that dubious vending machine down the hall.”

“Snacks?” Y/N feigned shock as she clutched her chest dramatically. “I’m in! But only if we can get those weird gummy candies that look like body parts!” With a grin spreading across his face once more, Edward nodded vigorously. “Deal! Just don’t blame me when they taste like despair wrapped in sugar.”

Ed helped Y/N into the wheelchair that was in the room and they went on searching for the vending machine. 

Y/N wheeled herself back into the hospital room, the soft hum of the fluorescent lights accompanying her every move. The sterile smell of antiseptic filled the air, a reminder of the lengthy recovery process she had endured. As she approached her bed, she noticed her father, Roy Mustang, standing near the window, his back turned to her. His posture was tense, and she could sense the storm brewing beneath his disciplined exterior.

"You're back," he said, his voice low and edged with frustration. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine, knowing that the tension in the room was palpable. She had hoped for a warm welcome, perhaps a smile or a sign that he was relieved she was on the mend. Instead, she was met with silence and a palpable anger that hung heavily in the air. She could feel the weight of his disappointment, pressing down on her like a thick blanket.

"I'm sorry, Dad," she began, her voice barely above a whisper. The memories of her reckless decision flooded her mind, and she couldn’t shake off the guilt. Roy turned to face her, his dark eyes piercing as he searched for the right words. He had always been the protector, the one who would shield her from danger, and yet here she was, in a position to challenge his authority.

"You put yourself in danger, Y/N," he replied, his tone softening just slightly. "You have to understand that your safety is my priority. I don’t want to see you hurt." Y/N looked up at him, her heart aching at the sight of his furrowed brow. She realized that beneath the anger, there was a deep-seated worry that he couldn't quite hide. It was a reminder of the bond they shared, one built on love.

As the moments passed in silence, Y/N took a deep breath, determined to bridge the gap between them. "I understand, and I promise I’ll be more careful," she confessed. Roy’s expression softened further, the anger dissipating as he approached her. He knelt beside her wheelchair, his hand resting gently on her shoulder. Roy's hand lingered on her shoulder, a silent anchor in the tempest of emotions swirling around them. Y/N could feel the warmth radiating from his palm, a stark contrast to the cold reality of her situation. She wanted to reach out, to pull him closer and share the burden of her choices, but the words caught in her throat like shards of glass.

"I know I messed up. But I’m learning, Dad. Every day I’m trying to be stronger." He looked at her then, his eyes searching hers for sincerity. In that moment, Y/N could see a flicker of hope amidst the concern—a recognition that she was not just his daughter but also an individual carving out her own path. Roy sighed deeply, a sound heavy with both resignation and acceptance. "I’ve always admired your strength," he admitted softly, his voice carrying a hint of vulnerability that startled Y/N. "But sometimes it feels like you’re trying to prove something—something dangerous." He hesitated before continuing, "You don’t have to prove anything to me."

Y/N nodded slowly, absorbing his words like sunlight after a long winter. “It’s just... being in this hospital bed made me realize how fragile everything is,” she confessed. “I thought if I took risks—if I pushed myself—I could become someone worth being proud of.”

Roy’s expression shifted; he was no longer just her father but also a mentor who understood the struggles between ambition and safety all too well. “You’re already someone worth being proud of,” he replied firmly, squeezing her shoulder gently as if imparting strength through touch alone. “Don’t let reckless decisions define you.”

The weight of his reassurance settled over her like a warm blanket, easing some of the tension that had built

In the dimly lit hospital room, a palpable tension hung in the air, a mix of concern and curiosity swirling around like a storm. Edward Elric, propped up on the hospital bed, absentmindedly traced the ouroboros tattoo etched on the paper in front of him. Beside him, his brother Alphonse stood, his armor clinking softly as he leaned in closer, eyes wide with intrigue.

"What do you think it means, Ed?" Al asked, his voice barely above a whisper. The weight of their recent encounters with the so-called homunculi loomed heavily.

Y/N, perched on the edge of a chair, her brow furrowed in thought. "It could be a marker of identity," she suggested, glancing around the room. "Each homunculus has their own unique traits and powers, and this tattoo might signify a connection to them." Armstrong, standing near the door, nodded in agreement. "Or maybe it's a warning. A reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows," he added, crossing his arms with a sense of gravity.

Roy, who had been silently observing, finally spoke up. "It's crucial that we understand what we're up against. The homunculi are not just our enemies; they represent something much larger." Her gaze flicked to Hughes, who sat nearby, deep in contemplation. “There are just too many mysteries for this just to be an experiment for the philosopher's stone…”. Suddenly, the door swung open with a force that startled everyone in the room. Fuhrer Bradley strode in, his presence commanding and intimidating. “Hope i’m not interrupting” he smiled. Edward quickly hid the papers that were scattered over the bed covered in drawings related to the homunculi. Everyone stood to attention. "Good to see you are okay," Bradley said, a warm smile breaking through his otherwise stern demeanor as he approached the bedside. He placed the fruit basket gently on the bedside table, the sweet aroma filling the air. "I thought you could use something fresh while you recover." Edward blinked in surprise, a mix of gratitude and suspicion swirling in his mind. "Thanks," Edward replied, his voice hoarse. Then, Bradley leaned forward, his expression turning serious. "I hear you have been looking for the Philosopher's Stone?" Edward's heart skipped a beat, the weight of the question heavy in the air. He exchanged a glance with his brother, Alphonse, and then to Y/N. Nobody dared to say a word. “Hahaha, don’t be so uptight.” the king laughed, shocking everyone. Bradley spotted a piece of paper turned over on the bed behind the group, “Huh? What’s this?” His eyes flickered with recognition at the drawing of the ouroboros. 

"Listen carefully," Bradley began, his voice steady and low. "There are enemies within our ranks.infiltrating the military. They wear the guise of allies but harbor intentions that could shatter everything we’ve built." The weight of his words settled heavily on the group, each member aware of the implications. Y/N’s brow furrowed, a mix of confusion and determination etched across her youthful face. The Fuhrer's gaze piercing. "You cannot tell anyone. It’s imperative that this knowledge remains within our circle. Trust is scarce, and revealing this information could cost us dearly. Our enemies thrive on chaos, and we cannot afford to sow seeds of panic among our comrades, that is an order." The tension in the room escalated, the air thick with the weight of unspoken fears and the burden of secrecy. Promptly the mood changed and Bradley smiled again heading for the window “when the time is right i will call upon you, so be ready.” Everyone saluted “Yes Sir!” There were worried shouts coming from the hallway searching for The King, Bradley looked defeated “My pesky guards are back, I snuck away earlier, well I must be heading out.” he said climbing out of the window. “Farewell!” and with that he was gone.

Winry Rockbell arrived in Central with her heart racing, the weight of her toolbox heavy in her hands. She had received the news just hours earlier that Edward Elric had been injured during a fight. The thought of him in pain, coupled with the urgency of his need for her skills, propelled her forward, each step echoing her determination. As she made her way to the hospital, the bustling city of Central faded into the background, her focus solely on reaching Ed. Upon entering the hospital, Winry was met with a flurry of activity. Nurses rushed past her, and the air was thick with the scent of antiseptic. She approached the reception desk, her voice steady despite her nerves. "I’m here to see Edward Elric," she stated. The receptionist nodded, guiding her down a long corridor. As she walked, memories of their childhood flooded her mind—Ed’s stubbornness, his laughter, and the countless times she had patched him up after his reckless adventures. When she finally reached the room, Winry hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. She could hear laughs through the door, the clinks of Alphonse’s armour, she breathed a sigh of relief before pushing open the door. She was met with the sight of Ed sitting crossed legged on the bed, metal arm in a sling, Alphonse sat in a chair across from him and a girl with a bandage around her head that she doesn’t recognise, she seems to be a similar age to her and edward. “This must be Y/N” she thought to herself. The three looked toward the door to her. “Winry!” Alphonse exclaimed excitingly. Y/N stepped toward the blonde girl to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Y/N," she said, her voice slightly shaky. Winry looked up, her blue eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Oh, Ed and Al's friend! They talk about you all the time," Winry replied with a warm smile, instantly putting Y/N at ease. Y/N said her goodbyes to the Elrics and left so Edward could get his arm fixed in peace, promising to come by in a little while. 

A small while later Y/N headed back over to Ed’s room, pushing the door open gently, she stepped inside and was met with a sight that made her breath hitch. Edward sat on the edge of the bed, his golden eyes clouded with a storm of emotions, while Alphonse sat beside him, his armor gleaming dully, head bowed in silence, Winry stood to the side of them equally as confused. “I was gone for maybe an hour, who died?” Y/N chuckled trying to lighten the mood. Alphonse looked up “Us, we are going to die” He said with certainty. “Huh??” Winry and Y/N exclaimed in unison. “We need to go see our teacher, to get stronger…” Ed spoke, Winry and Y/N shot the boys an even more confused look. “...But we haven’t seen her since before, well since we attempted human transmutation.”

“She is going to kill us” Al cried, throwing his arms in the air.  

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at her lips despite the heavy atmosphere. “Kill you? I doubt it.”

Ed shot her a glare, his frustration palpable. “ Y/N, killing us is the least she’ll do”

Winry stepped forward, concern etched on her face. “But what if she can help you? You need to get stronger—especially after everything that’s happened.”

Alphonse nodded vigorously, his metal hands clinking together in anxious agreement. “We can’t keep running away from our mistakes! We owe it to ourselves and to everyone we’ve hurt.”

“Right,” Ed sighed heavily, running a hand through his tousled hair. The weight of their past choices pressed down on him like a lead blanket. “But facing her again… It’s terrifying.”

“She can’t be that bad-” Y/N was cut off by a glare from each of the boys “-Or she can” 

Edward pulled out a map and explained to Winry and Y/N how they had to travel to Dublith to see their teacher, while showing them the map Winry noticed the stop before Dublith; Rush Valley. She jumped up in excitement begging the boys to let her tag along to ‘The Automail Engineer Mecca Of The World’, earning a chuckle from the group. The Elrics obviously agreed to take her and somehow Y/N ended up agreeing to tag along on their adventure to Rush Valley.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~05~

In the dim light of the hotel room, sunlight peeking through the curtains. Edward and Alphonse sat on the edge of their beds, Y/N sat across from them at the table, the weight of their recent failure hanging heavy in the air. Suddenly a loud  booming voice interrupted them from outside the door. "Edward Elric! Alphonse Elric! Y/N Mustang! I demand your attention at once!" The voice belonged to none other than Major Alex Louis Armstrong. Edward sighed, running a hand through his unruly golden hair, while Alphonse, in his towering armored form, looked at the door with concern. Y/N looked down and muttered “Do you think we can ignore him?”. Without warning, the door burst open, splintering at the hinges, and there stood the Major, his muscular frame filling the doorway, his expression a mix of determination and dramatic flair. “I heard all about it, Edward Elric!” he proclaimed, a sympathetic tear sitting in his eye. Armstrong clutched his chest and projected “Such a tragedy!! Who would’ve imagined that the philosopher's stone concealed such a terrible secret!” Edward, looking unimpressed,  turned towards Ross and Brosh who awkwardly stood by the side of the Major. Ross squeaked out an apology as Armstrong carried on his monologue. 

“- The truth can be cruel!” The taller man exclaimed. 

The truth. The truth… hidden within the truth. Of course.

A beat of silence passed, Edward and Y/N’s heads shot up and they shared a look of understanding. She started “Isn’t that-” 

Ed cut her off “The truth hidden within the truth, that’s one of the last things Marcoh said before we got back on the train!” determination filing his eyes once again. He started mumbling to himself, scratching his chin as he thought, leaving everyone else in the room confused. “Major! What lab did Dr. Marcoh work at?”

Armstrong took a second to think “I think it was the 3rd laboratory, that's most likely where his research took place!” Ross grabbed the map of Amestris off of the wall and opened it up across the table. “3rd? It couldn’t have been there. We visited that lab after our certifications and I don't remember seeing anything that could’ve been research for the stone.” Y/N said, looking down at the map. 

Ed pointed to a blank building next to Central Prison on the map, “What building is this?” 

“That is an abandoned lab, it's apparently structurally unsafe so it closed down, that was 

years ago.” Ross stated factually. 

“That’s the place.” The blonde teen stated.

“How can you be so certain?” Brosh questioned the boy.

“If the main ingredient for a philosopher’s stone is human life, they would have access to plenty of raw materials there, doesn't it seem convenient that the lab next to a prison is shut down?” Edward said begrudgingly. The room was silent. The Sargent spoke “if the prison is involved, doesn’t that mean the government is too?”. 

Major Armstrong piped up “Remember this is just speculation right now. It is possible that the research department is working alone without the government…But we can’t exactly find that out, Scar killed the head of the research department a few days ago.” 

“General Grand?” Alphonse questioned.

“If someone higher than Brigadier General Grand is involved, then that makes this whole situation more complicated… Because of that I will investigate this on my own for now.” Armstrong said, worry lacing his voice, he turned to face the three teens “That means you three will stay put! I know you were already thinking of sneaking into the 5th laboratory! Don’t even think about it, this is too dangerous for children to be snooping around in.” and with that 2nd LIeutenant Ross, Seagrant Brosh and Major Armstrong left the room, Ross and Brosh returning to their posts outside of the hotel door.

As twilight descended on the city of Central, a blanket of shadows cloaked the ominous silhouette of the Fifth Laboratory. Edward Elric, with his trademark determination etched across his face, peered up at the towering wall that separated them from the secrets hidden within. Beside him, Alphonse Elric stood tall in his massive armor, his eyes reflecting the flickering light of the setting sun. And then there was you, Y/N, heart racing with a mix of excitement and trepidation. “Are you ready?” Edward asked, glancing back at you with a spark of mischief in his eyes. He had a knack for turning ordinary moments into grand adventures. You nodded, swallowing your fear as you took a deep breath. Alphonse extended a hand, his voice gentle yet firm, “We’ll stick together. No matter what happens.” With that, the three of you approached the wall, its surface looming like a giant guardian. The faint sounds of the city faded away, replaced by the pulse of adrenaline thrumming in your veins.With a quick boost from Alphonse, Edward climbed up first, then extended his arm down for you. You grasped it tightly, the cool metal of his hand grounding you as you scrambled up the wall. The moment you reached the top, the sight before you was breathtaking and terrifying at the same time. The sprawling complex of the Fifth Laboratory lay before you, illuminated by the pale moonlight. “Let’s go,” Edward urged, his voice a mix of excitement and urgency. The three of you stealthily descended from the wall, landing silently on the other side. As you crept through the shadows, the air felt charged with anticipation. Whispers of ancient experiments and forbidden knowledge echoed in your mind, fueling your determination. Each step brought you closer to the heart of the lab, and the thrill of the unknown enveloped you like a cloak. “Sheesh they couldn’t have boarded that door anymore” Y/N laughed pointing towards the extremely boarded up door of the lab. A vent in the wall caught their attention first. It was small, barely wide enough for a person to squeeze through, but a spark of curiosity lit up Edward's golden eyes. “Think we can fit in there?” Y/N asked, eyeing the vent skeptically. Alphonse, towering and clad in his trusty armor, shrugged, his voice a soft echo. “I don’t think I’ll be squeezing in there anytime soon” Ed looked towards his brother “Al you should wait here, we shouldn’t be long.” With determination, he hoisted himself up and cracked the covering off of the opening and slipped inside, Y/N exchanged a fleeting glance with Alphonse before following suit, her pulse quickening as she crawled through the narrow passage. Inside, the air was stale, punctuated by the sounds of the teens crawling through the metal tunnel. The vent led to a split in the path, left or right. “Should we split up?” Y/N whispered from behind the boy, not wanting to make too much noise. “What’s the worst that could happen?” He said looking over his shoulder. He went left, she went right.

As Y/N crawled deeper into the narrow duct, the clanking of metal reverberated, making it hard to hear their own thoughts. The darkness enveloped them like a shroud, but their heart raced at the prospect of uncovering hidden truths. She pressed on, thoughts drifting to Edward, who had always been the brave one, charging headfirst into danger. The memory of his fierce determination fueled Y/N’s resolve. She silently vowed to remain cautious, knowing that one wrong move could lead to disaster.

Meanwhile, Edward navigated his own path through the maze of vents, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn't shake the feeling that they were being watched, the tension palpable in the air around him. Every slight sound made him pause, listening intently for any sign of danger. As he moved, he thought of Y/N, hoping she was safe. He had always admired her courage, and this mission was no exception. The thought of facing whatever lay ahead without Y/N by his side felt like a weight on his chest. As he trudged through the treacherous terrain, memories of Y/N's smile and laughter flooded his mind, providing a flicker of warmth in the cold darkness. He vowed to return to her, to hold her in his arms once more and never let go. With each step forward, his determination grew stronger.

Y/N wriggled through the narrow, shadowy ducts of the Fifth Laboratory, the air heavy with dust and a subtle metallic tang. The excitement of discovery swiftly morphed into dread as the vent suddenly collapsed beneath them, sending Y/N tumbling down and crashing onto the frigid, tiled floor below. Startled, Y/N quickly scrambled to her feet, glancing around to find an empty corridor, a sinking feeling creeping in. She stood still, eyes darting around, up and down. As her eyes reached the far end of the hallway, a figure emerged from the darkness, its long hair flaring out. “Well, well, what do we have here?” It taunted, taking a leisurely step forward, feet slapping against the tile. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine. “Lost, are we? Or perhaps just looking for trouble?” Its voice dripped with sarcasm, making it clear it was relishing the moment. She could feel the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end as she tried to maintain her composure. The figure's taunting tone only fueled her determination to prove them wrong. With a steely gaze, she squared her shoulders and took a deep breath, getting ready to run. The closer the figure got the more of it she could see, it's strange outfit, it's strange tattoo. Panic set in as she struggled to comprehend what she was seeing, unsure of how to react. As the figure drew nearer, she could feel her breath quicken and her muscles tense. The unfamiliarity of the situation only added to her fear, making her mind race with questions and doubts. Should she confront the figure or flee? The decision had to be made quickly, as time seemed to slow down in the midst of her panic. Her heart pounded in her chest as she weighed her options. Confronting the figure could be dangerous, but running away might also lead to unforeseen consequences. 

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she sprinted down the tiled corridor, the sharp echoes of their footsteps mingling with the distant, mocking laughter of the figure. The walls seemed to close in on her, each flickering overhead light casting long shadows that danced menacingly with every hurried step, coming closer, and closer to the doors. Its voice taunted from behind, a serpentine hiss that sent chills racing down Y/N's spine. "You can’t run forever," it called, the sound dripping with cruel amusement. She turned to see how far back it was, to see it was right behind her. Before she could react, it lunged forward, grabbing Y/N by her hair with a force that sent shockwaves through her body. The world seemed to spin as it forcefully slammed her against the cold, tiled wall, leaving her gasping for air. Her body hit the floor. Its sinister green eyes gleamed with mischief, a wicked smirk playing at the corners of its lips. "What do we have here? A little girl lost in a world far too big for her?" he taunted, its voice dripping with malice. 

With a sudden burst of energy, Y/N lunged up, landing a blow to its face, sending the creature back forcefully, its laughter echoing through the hallway, “You think you can hurt me?” it taunted, its voice dripping with contempt. Y/N stood, blood seeping from her forehead, summoning every ounce of strength and determination. With a swift motion, Y/N pressed her hands together, the air crackling with energy as she used the symbol on her gloves creating a blade of water that quickly hardened into ice. The two clashed, throwing themselves toward each other, their movements a blur as they danced around each other, a chaotic ballet of power and fury. As the fight raged on, Y/N's muscles screamed in protest, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The unknown being seemed to feed off their exhaustion, its smirk widening with each blow it landed and each swish of Y/N’s blade it dodged. With steely determination, she continued to press forward, her resolve unwavering even in the face of such a formidable opponent. The clash of ice against unknown power created a symphony of danger and defiance. “This is getting boring, I'm not even allowed to hurt you too much,” it complained, “You’d be so easy to kill, why have you got to be a sacrifice”. Y/N stopped, pointing her ice blade at its throat. “Sacrifice? What are you talking about?” It laughed, unmoving. Y/N's heart raced as she stood her ground, refusing to back down in the face of this mysterious figure. Every word spoken was like a dagger, cutting through the tension in the room. “Oopsie, I might have said too much,” it joked, shrugging its shoulders, acting like it couldn't see the blade inches away from its airway. Y/N's grip on the ice dagger tightened, her eyes narrowing as she tried to decipher the true intentions of this mysterious figure. Despite its casual demeanor, there was a calculated edge to its words that sent a shiver down her spine. Without warning, it lunged forward, a blur of green and darkness, it's sharp claws poised to strike. Y/N barely had time to react as it closed the distance, a wicked grin spreading across its face. Time seemed to slow as she braced herself for impact, but the blow came quicker than she anticipated. It's fist connected with her face , a forceful jab that sent her crashing to the ground, unconscious before she even hit the tiles.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~04~

As the first light of dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, Y/N stood on the platform of the bustling train station, the steam billowed around her. Y/N's eyes widened as she caught sight of the familiar red coat and blonde braid, unmistakably belonging to Edward Elric, stepping off the train with a determined expression. As she approached them, a warm smile gracing her features, Edward's golden eyes met hers. Alphonse, his armour gleaming in the morning light, offered a gentle nod of acknowledgment, Major Armstrong accompanying them. And as they set off into the sunrise, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her, knowing that maybe they were so close to getting hold of a philosopher's stone, so close to helping the boys get their bodies back. 

As Y/N, the Elric brothers, and Major Armstrong arrived at the first branch of the national library, they were met with a scene of devastation. The once grand building now lay in ruins, charred remnants of books scattered around like fallen soldiers on a battlefield. The acrid smell of smoke still lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the tragedy that had befallen this place of knowledge and history. Y/N's heart sank at the sight, knowing that the information they needed had been lost in the flames. Edward clenched his fists in anger, "Who could have done this?" he muttered, his voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and rage. Alphonse, his younger brother, placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, silently sharing in his grief. Major Armstrong, usually boisterous and full of energy, stood solemnly beside them, his usually jovial demeanour replaced by a sombre expression. The four stood in silence, each lost in their own thoughts as they tried to make sense of the senseless destruction before them.

As the sun rose further over the bustling city of Central, the teens walked alongside Major Armstrong towards Central Command, their expressions heavy with sorrow and frustration. Their footsteps echoed through the quiet streets, the early morning light casting long shadows behind them as they made their way towards the heart of the military headquarters. Y/N glanced over at Ed, his golden eyes clouded with a mixture of anger and disappointment. The loss of Marcoh's notes weighed heavily on all of them. They reached Central Command, the halls of the military headquarters were quiet at this early hour, the only sound was the soft shuffle of their footsteps against the polished floors.

Ed and Al were now being escorted by 2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh. They were tasked with protecting the brothers until they found Scar, the seasoned military duo sharing a surprising piece of information with Edward and Alphonse - a young girl known as Sheska possessed an extraordinary talent. She had memorised the entirety of the first branch of the national library. As the group travelled through central command to where she was slowly rewriting important documents that were in the library.

They walked into a bleak closet swamped with books and papers, there was a small table with a woman hunched over writing something. She introduced herself as Sheska, a former library clerk with a remarkable memory. Intrigued by the potential of Sheska's abilities, Edward approached her with an offer - to transcribe the notes left behind by the alchemist Marcoh. As Sheska eagerly accepted the task, she was confused on why they wanted recipes rewritten. But he eagerly insisted. The Elrics and Y/N observed her meticulous work, each word she penned down unravelling page after page. Through Sheska's dedication, they left with 13 recipes, Edward wrote out a check for her and they left. 

The sun shone brightly overhead as Y/N, Edward, and Alphonse made their way back to the hotel, with Ross and Brosh trailing behind them. They were tired but buzzing with excitement after successfully obtaining Doctor Marcoh's recipes. The atmosphere was charged with excitement; these recipes could reveal hidden truths in the realm of alchemy. Edward, with his messy golden hair and determined eyes, held tightly onto the leather folder that contained the valuable documents. 2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh stood in the room with the teens confused, they had heard whispers of the elusive Philosopher's Stone and its power, but what does that have to do with cooking recipes? “You really think cooking recipes could hold clues to the Philosopher's Stone?” Ross asked, her brow furrowed in disbelief. Edward crossed his arms, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. “You'd be surprised, we alchemists keep our notes in code” Alphonse nodded. “They're in code so only the alchemist who wrote the notes can understand what is written.” Brosh stood even more confused "If only the alchemist who wrote the notes can understand then how are you going to decipher it?" Ed chuckled "Good old fashioned hard work".

With determination, the teens sat down at the table papers shared between them, the scent of parchment filling the air. They spent hours poring over every word, tracing their fingers over ink. Slowly getting more and more frustrated, getting nowhere with deciphering the texts. As night fell, the room drowned in candle light. Y/N glanced up from the paper, her eyes drifting to the clock on the wall—it was almost eleven. "Are you alright?" Ed asked from his spot across the table.  

"Yeah, I should probably give my dad a call to let him know I won’t be coming home tonight," she replied, rising from her seat.  

"You don’t have to stick around if you don’t want to; I’m sure we can manage without you for the evening."  

"No, it’s fine. I want to help," she insisted, making her way to the phone in the corner of the room. Y/N punched in her home number, but after several rings, there was still no answer. She tried again, but the silence persisted. "Well, I guess I gave it a shot," she murmured.

A week had passed since Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N had set themselves to the task of deciphering the recipes left behind by Dr Marcoh. Days melted into nights, and the world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the trio and the puzzling words on the pages that lay strewn across the heavy wooden table. Edward's brow furrowed in concentration, his golden eyes darting between the scrawled words written by Sheska and Y/N's eager annotations. Alphonse’s armour shimmering gently in the dim light, leaned in closer, while Y/N's fingers danced over the pages, seeking any clue that might guide them forward.

The sound of a firm knock echoed through the small hotel room, drawing Y/N’s attention away from the scattered pages that cluttered the table. She glanced at Edward and Alphonse, who were deeply concentrated studying. “I’ll get it,” Y/N said, standing up and smoothing her clothes, her curiosity piqued about who could be visiting them. As she opened the door, a burst of excitement filled the air, and there stood Sheska, a bright smile lighting up her face. “Y/N! I hope I’m not interrupting,” she exclaimed, stepping into the room without waiting for an invitation. “I just wanted to see how you guys were getting on with the recipes!” Her enthusiasm was infectious, and Y/N couldn’t help but smile back. Edward, his arms crossed and leaned back in his chair. “Not getting very far at the moment” Alphonse chuckled dryly, his voice echoing slightly in his armoured shell, as he peered over Y/N’s shoulder at the new arrival. Sheska let out a soft sigh, her shoulders drooping as her spirits sank. "Don't fret, Sheska. We’ll figure it out," Alphonse reassured her, eager to shift the conversation. "By the way, have you had any luck finding a new job?" 

"Huh? Not yet..." she replied with a light laugh. "But with your incredible memory, I’m sure you’ll have no issues!" Y/N said, stepping closer and giving her shoulder a comforting squeeze.

Just then, the door swung open with a bang, and in strode Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, his energy infectious. "Hey there!" he called out, waving enthusiastically as he approached the group. "Uncle Maes, what are you doing here?" Y/N turned to face the man face full of confusion. “Well Roy said you guys would be here, and I’m on my lunch break and thought I’d swing by, I’ve got to go back in a minute though I’ve got so much to do” He smiled. “After the first branch library burnt down it set us back, all those court documents and incident logs, all of them gone” He sighed. Edward’s brow cocked, “First branch huh?” All three teens turned to look at Sheska. She stood confused for a second “What! It is true I did read and remember everything in that library.” she spoke, scratching her chin. Hughes stood up from his chair and grabbed Sheska “Huh?! You have an amazing talent, let’s go get all the paperwork out the way we are going to give you an amazing salary!” And with that Hughes left dragging Sheska as he walked. The Trio was left alone once again.

2nd Lieutenant Ross and Sergeant Brosh stood before the door of the room, a sense of unease creeping into their hearts. The sun had long dipped below the horizon, painting the sky a deep indigo, yet the Elric brothers and their companion Y/N had not emerged for hours. It was unusual for them to remain cooped up in a hotel room, especially when food was readily available just downstairs. With a shared glance, the two soldiers exchanged an unspoken agreement; it was time to check on them.

Ross knocked gently, trying to quell the worry that bubbled within her. “Ed? Al? Y/N? Are you in there?” There was only silence in response, the kind that stretched on uncomfortably, making her instincts flare. Brosh, ever the more boisterous of the two, stepped forward and pounded on the door again, this time with a bit more urgency. “Hey, guys! It’s Brosh! We just wanted to make sure you’re all okay! Do you need anything?” His voice echoed down the quiet hallway, the only energy breaking the stillness of the evening.

“Look, we’re coming in,” Ross declared, she turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted them was unexpected; the room was littered with papers and alchemical drawings, a dark atmosphere hanging in the air. Ed stood hunched over a table, his golden hair falling into his eyes, while Al sat across the table from him, his head in his hands. Y/N sat opposite, slouched in the chair next to Edward, back facing the door.

“What happened?!” Brosh exclaimed, concerned. “Are you guys just frustrated because you can’t decipher the code? It has been ten days.” Ross spoke flatly. “We did decipher it…” Ed spoke unmoving. Ross’s eyes lit up “That’s great!” Edwards fists clenched “There’s nothing great about it!” His fists punching the table.”This really is the work of the devil…” The two soldiers stood with more worry on their faces, “What’s wrong?”. “The main ingredient of a philosopher's stone is… Human life.” Ross and Brosh stood in the dimly lit room, the weight of the recent revelation hanging heavily in the air. The words of their commanding officer echoed in their minds, chilling them to the core: a philosopher's stone was made from the very essence of human life. The implications were staggering, and as they exchanged glances, a shared understanding passed between them. In all their training, they had been taught to uphold the values of the military, to protect and serve, but this knowledge shifted the ground beneath their feet. 

Y/N sat cross-legged on the chair, her heart heavy with the weight of unspoken thoughts. Edward and Alphonse Elric, the brothers she had come to admire deeply, were lost in their own reveries. The air was thick with a tension that felt almost palpable; the knowledge of the Philosopher's Stone loomed over them like a dark cloud. Y/N glanced at Edward, his golden eyes reflecting a mix of determination and despair, while Alphonse's quiet demeanour seemed to echo the sorrow that hung in the air. It was a silence that begged for release, yet none of them dared to breach the subject that had brought them to this moment. 

Edward stood and turned towards the soldiers, “You cannot tell anyone about this, act like you have never heard anything.” They stood soundlessly nodded and left, leaving the teens alone.

Feeling the ache of their pain, Y/N decided to break the silence, her voice soft yet steady. "You both have fought so hard, haven’t you?" she said, her words almost a whisper. Edward turned to her, his expression softening as if she had shone a light into the cavern of his soul. Alphonse nodded, the metal clinking softly as he shifted. "Sometimes, it feels like we’re just chasing shadows," he admitted, his voice tinged with a sadness that felt achingly familiar. Y/N reached out, placing a comforting hand on Alphonse’s armoured shoulder, her heart swelling with empathy. In that moment, they were no longer just a girl and two brothers on a quest; they were kindred spirits, bound by their losses and hopes.

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~03~

She had barely stepped through the front door when the shrill ring of the phone shattered the peaceful silence. With a furrowed brow, she hurried to answer it, her heart pounding with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The voice on the other end was unmistakable - her father, Roy Mustang, calling from a payphone. His deep, authoritative tone carried a sense of urgency that sent a shiver down her spine. "Dad, what's wrong?" she asked, her voice laced with concern. There was a brief pause before he spoke, his words laden with a weight she couldn't quite decipher. "You know that guy who has been killing state alchemists?”

“Yeah?”

“He just attacked Fullmetal and his brother”

“What? Where? I'm on my way.”

“You can’t-”

“Why not!?”

“If you’d let me finish, he got away so you can’t leave the house on your own.”

“That's stupid, I’ll be careful.” 

“Don’t argue with me, I’ll come get you in a bit.”

“Fine.” 

“I mean it, stay home.”

“I will!” 

“Love you.”

“Yeah love you too dad.”

With each passing minute, Y/N felt her anxiety intensify. She moved restlessly around the living room, stealing glances out the window every few moments, hoping to catch sight of her dad's car making its way up the driveway. The heavy silence enveloping the house only heightened her unease. At last, the unmistakable roar of her dad's car engine shattered the quiet, flooding her with relief as she dashed outside to greet him. Together, they made their way to the hotel where the boys were staying. When they reached the room, Edward opened the door, looking utterly drained and missing an arm. Edward and Alphonse explained what happened in their fight with Scar.  They recounted how Scar had used his alchemy to create destructive blasts, forcing them to dodge and counter with their own transmutation skills. Despite their best efforts, Scar's relentless attacks had pushed them to their limits. Alphonse described how he had shielded Edward from a particularly powerful blast, sacrificing his own armour in the process.Both brothers remained puzzled about Scar's motives for targeting state alchemists. Roy informs the teenagers that the eastern region of Ishval was the epicentre of a civil war that ignited thirteen years prior, triggered by an Amestrian soldier who accidentally shot an Ishvalan child. After seven years of relentless conflict, the State Alchemists were deployed to Ishval with the grim mission of wiping out the Ishvalan population. Mustang remarks,“There may be some justice in Scar's killing spree”.

Edward rebuts, “Scar is merely disguising his own revenge as righteousness, It’s disgusting.”

Ed then explained how he won’t be able to fix up Al’s armour with one arm, so they are going to have to head home to visit their mechanic, Roy insists they take an escort just in case they bump into Scar again. 

The following morning Y/N stood beside her father, watching Ed and Al get on the train Major Armstrong escorting them, waving as their train pulled out of the station.

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Y/N stood at the threshold of the doorway, her young eyes wide with curiosity as she watched her parents, her mother with a suitcase in hand and her father, Roy Mustang, engaged in a heated argument. The air crackled with tension, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavy in the hallway. Y/N's mother, a woman with a determined gaze and a heart full of secrets, pleaded with Roy, her voice tinged with desperation. Roy, a man of authority and power, stood tall and unwavering, his expression a mask of stoicism that barely concealed the turmoil within.

As the argument escalated, Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the familiar ache of uncertainty settling in the pit of her stomach. She had always known that her family was different, that there were truths hidden beneath the surface, waiting to be unearthed. And now, as she bore witness to this clash of wills between her parents, she realised that the time for secrets was coming to an end. 

In the dimly lit hallway, shadows danced across the walls like spectres from a forgotten past, whispering of untold stories and unfinished business. Y/N's mother, her features etched with determination, turned to face her daughter, her eyes soft yet filled with a silent plea.

With a final, resigned nod, Y/N's mother turned back to Roy, her voice steady as she spoke words that would change their lives forever. And as the echoes of her proclamation faded into the silence of the hallway “I’m leaving.” She walked out the door.

“Daddy?” Y/N spoke a quiver in her voice.

“Yeah?” Roy spoke still facing away from her looking at the door.

“Is Mommy coming back?”

“I don’t know sweetheart.”

A few weeks later, the civil war in Ishval had reached a boiling point. The military, desperate to quell the unrest, began sending State Alchemists to the frontlines. Mustang was in the first wave of soldiers to get their conscription notices. Colonel Roy Mustang found himself torn between duty and love. As the looming threat of war cast a shadow over the nation, Roy's heart ached at the thought of leaving his young daughter, Y/N, behind. The weight of his responsibilities as a State Alchemist and a military officer pressed down on him, threatening to suffocate him in a sea of despair. Y/N, with her innocent eyes and bright smile, was the beacon of light in Roy's darkened world, a reminder of the love and warmth he fought to protect.

As the day of departure drew near, Roy struggled to mask his inner turmoil with a facade of stoicism. Y/N, too young to fully comprehend the gravity of the situation, clung to her father, sensing the unease that lingered in the air. In the quiet moments before dawn, Roy would steal precious minutes with his daughter, memorising every detail of her face, every sound of her laughter, as if trying to imprint them into his very soul. The thought of parting from her, perhaps forever, gnawed at his insides, a relentless ache that no amount of alchemical prowess could heal.

On the morning before he set off to battle, as the world outside descended into chaos, Roy stood before Y/N, his daughter, his heart laid bare. In that fragile moment, amidst the backdrop of impending tragedy, Roy whispered promises of return, of a future where they could be together once more.  Y/N, too young to understand the complexities of war, clung to her father, her small hand reaching out to touch his face, as if trying to anchor him to the present. She only understood that her father was leaving her just as her mother did a few weeks prior. And as Roy turned away, steeling himself for the horrors that awaited him on the battlefield, a single tear glistened in his eye. He stood next to his friend Maes Hughes, thankful that his girlfriend Gracia agreed to look after Y/N while he is away.

Y/N found herself trapped in a cruel reality.For a year, she could only communicate with him through the crackling static of a telephone line, his voice a distant echo of the man she once knew. As the days turned into months, Y/N's memories of her father began to blur, his face fading like a ghost in her mind. The weight of loneliness pressed down on her, even though she had Gracia by her side, Y/N couldn’t be more alone. Each passing day, she clung to the sound of Roy's voice, the only tether to a world where he still existed. But as the days turned into nights and the nights into weeks, the realisation dawned upon her - she was slowly forgetting the face of the man who had raised her. 

In the dimly lit train station, young Y/N stood anxiously beside Gracia, her heart pounding with anticipation. The war had finally ended, and her father, Roy Mustang, and her uncle, Maes Hughes, were due to arrive any moment now. The air was heavy with relief. Y/N clutched Gracia’s hand.

As the train screeched to a halt, a wave of emotions washed over Y/N. She scanned the crowd, her eyes searching desperately for the familiar faces of her loved ones. And then, there they were - her father, his once vibrant eyes now dulled by the horrors of war, and her uncle, his jovial demeanour replaced by a sombre gravity. Y/N rushed forward, her voice catching in her throat as she embraced them tightly. The weight of their absence lifted momentarily, replaced by a bittersweet reunion tainted by the scars of battle.

In the days that followed, Y/n watched helplessly as her father and uncle struggled to adjust to life after the war. The nightmares haunted them, their laughter hollow and forced. She tried to hold onto the memories of happier times, of their shared moments of joy, but the shadows of the past loomed large. As the days turned into weeks, Y/N realised that the war had taken more from them than she could even grasp at such a young age. 

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Y/N sat at her desk in her cosy bedroom, surrounded by stacks of books. The soft glow of a lamp illuminated the pages of the book she was currently engrossed in. Lost in thought, Y/N traced her fingers over the diagrams and symbols in the book, each one holding a deeper meaning than what meets the eye. The room was filled with a sense of quiet contemplation, broken only by the occasional rustle of pages as she turned them. Outside, the moon cast a silvery light through the window, adding to the ethereal atmosphere that enveloped her. 

Y/N sighed and set her book down, the phone's insistent ringing echoing through the quiet house. She made her way downstairs, the wooden steps creaking beneath her feet. As she reached the bottom, she picked up the receiver, "Hello?" she answered, her voice uncertain. On the other end of the line, a familiar voice spoke, "Y/N, it's me." the voice said softly. It was Edward. Y/N listened intently as Edward recounted his encounter with Marcoh, the renowned alchemist who had once been a State Alchemist, he described the wisdom and knowledge that Marcoh possessed. And he told her about getting his new arm,fixing up Al and about Major Armstrong's antics. Before they knew it, an hour had passed. “We should check out that library when you guys get back.” Y/N spoke softly as it was late and her father was asleep just a few rooms away.

“Yeah I think we are getting the first train back into central tomorrow,” Ed replied.

“You should probably get some sleep then it's nearly midnight” chuckled looking up at the clock above the phone.

“Eh, I might do.”

“Even if you're not, I am, I’ll see you tomorrow?” She questioned.

“Yeah we’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight Y/N.”

“Yeah goodnight Edward.” She held the receiver until she heard the click from the other side.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~02~

Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N were gathered in Roy Mustang's office, completely engrossed in unravelling the mystery surrounding Father Cornello's chimera. The flickering candlelight created a mesmerising play of shadows on the walls, intensifying the aura of suspense in the room. With unwavering resolve shining in his golden eyes, Edward leaned in, his automail hand tightly clenched. Alphonse, the younger sibling, sat close by, his armour reflecting the light. Y/N, their steadfast companion, observed them with fascination.

"How could Father Cornello create a chimera without a real Philosopher's Stone or being an alchemist himself?" Edward pondered aloud, his mind racing with possibilities. "There must be some other way he achieved it. Something we're missing."

Alphonse nodded thoughtfully, his voice echoing softly from within his armour. "Maybe there's a different source of power we haven't considered yet. Something beyond our current knowledge."

Y/N, ever the optimist, spoke up, her voice filled with hope. "Perhaps this could be the key to getting your bodies back without relying on the Philosopher's Stone."

Roy suddenly spoke up from his desk, "I know someone who specialises in making chimeras, he might be able to help."

The group leaned in, eager to hear more as Roy revealed information about Shou Tucker, the Sewing Life Alchemist. They knew they had to explore the idea of seeking his assistance.

As Roy's car pulled up to Shou Tucker's residence, Ed, Al, and you stepped out, feeling a mix of anticipation and unease. The house loomed before you, its windows dark and its facade silent. Roy led the way to the front door, his expression unreadable as he knocked firmly. After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing Shou Tucker standing in the doorway, a smile on his face. He led them inside and they all sat around his kitchen table and the three teens ask how he got his certification. Tucker's eyes sparkled with excitement as he recounted the rigorous exams and challenges he had faced to obtain his state alchemist certification. His passion for alchemy was palpable as he described the intricate transmutation circles he had mastered and the innovative experiments he had conducted. He tells them about the first chimera he made that could speak. He left them shocked. But the only thing the creature said was “i want to die” but that chimera was enough to earn him his certification.

Shou Tucker listened intently as the Elric brothers explained their desperate quest to restore their bodies. Edward recounted the tragic day they attempted human transmutation, resulting in the loss of his arm and leg, and Alphonse's entire body. The guilt and determination in their voices were palpable as they shared their journey to find the Philosopher's Stone, the key to their restoration.

As Edward spoke, his golden eyes reflected the pain of their past mistakes and the hope for a brighter future. Alphonse's armour clanked softly as he nodded in agreement, his voice resonating from within the hollow shell. Shou Tucker could sense the sincerity and desperation in the brothers' words.

Touched by their story, Shou Tucker offered his assistance, he explained how he did not know how to help them but gave the three full access to his research library in his home. The group were suddenly interrupted by a small girl, who was identified as nina Shou Tucker's daughter. (Y/N) innocently asks where her mother, Mrs Tucker is. Shou sadly explains that his wife left the two of them two years prior to go live with her mother.

Tucker walks the teens down to his research library and tells them they have all day to go through it, no rush.

As Ed, Al, and Y/N delved deeper into the chimera research, their focus was unwavering. The hours slipped by unnoticed as they pored over notes and diagrams, each lost in their own thoughts. Suddenly, the sound of small footsteps and the jingle of a dog's collar broke the silence. Nina and her faithful dog, Alexander, had arrived, their presence unexpected but not unwelcome.

Nina's bright eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered over their shoulders, taking in the intricate details of the research spread out before them. Alexander wagged his tail happily, his tongue lolling out in a canine grin. Ed, Al, and Y/N exchanged surprised glances, not expecting her to come and visit them.

"Hello, Nina," Ed greeted her warmly, a hint of concern in his voice. "What brings you here?" Nina's response was a simple smile, her gaze lingering on the papers scattered across the table. It was clear that she was drawn to the teens and wanted to play. They obliged with her request and joined her outside. 

The three found themselves caught up in a game of fetch with Nina and her energetic dog in her lush garden. Laughter filled the air as the dog bounded back and forth, tail wagging with excitement. Nina's eyes sparkled with joy as she watched her beloved pet frolic with her new friends. The simple pleasure of the moment was a welcome escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life.

After that (Y/N) helped Nina make a flower crown from the wild flowers that covered the lush grass as the boys kept playing with Alexander, not long after Nina was using alphonse as a slide wearing her new flower crown. After playing with her for a while they returned to their research, soon the day flew by and it was sundown. They asked Tucker if they could come back the next day to carry on going through the research, Shou agreed and they left. 

As they stepped out of Jean Havoc's car, the air was heavy with the promise of rain. Y/N pulled their jacket tighter around them, feeling a shiver run down their spine. Edward adjusted his automail arm, a thoughtful expression on his face, while Alphonse scanned the horizon. The trio made their way towards Tucker's home. The sound of their footsteps echoed on the path, the only other noise being the distant rumble of thunder. 

As they reached the door, the first raindrops started to fall, pattering softly on the pavement. Edward glanced up at the darkening sky, as Al knocked on the door but it was already open ajar. 

Edward, Alphonse, and (Y/N) exchanged worried glances as they made their way through the silent house. The absence of any response to their calls only added to the sense of unease that hung heavy in the air. The once warm and welcoming home now felt cold and foreboding, as if holding its breath in anticipation of some unknown event.

As they moved from room to room, their footsteps echoing in the empty corridors, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of their stomachs. Shou and Nina were nowhere to be found, and the mystery of their sudden disappearance only deepened as they searched every nook and cranny of the house. The familiar surroundings now seemed unfamiliar, casting long shadows that danced menacingly on the walls.

Just as they were about to give up hope, a faint sound caught their attention. It was a soft whimper, almost imperceptible, coming from the direction of the basement. Without hesitation, they rushed towards the source of the sound, their hearts pounding in their chests. As they descended the creaky stairs leading to the basement, a sense of urgency gripped them, driving them forward into the unknown depths below.

Ed, Al, and Y/N followed Shou Tucker into the dimly lit basement, their curiosity piqued by his eagerness. As they entered, a strange mix of anticipation and unease settled over them. In the centre of the room stood a large cage covered by a thick cloth. Tucker's eyes gleamed with excitement as he pulled back the fabric to reveal his creation.

Before them stood a creature unlike anything they had ever seen. It was a fusion of different animals, stitched together in a grotesque display of alchemy. The chimera's eyes held a haunting intelligence, and its movements were both graceful and unnatural. Ed and Al exchanged a worried glance, sensing the dark implications of Tucker's experiment. Shou beamed with pride as his new chimera successfully uttered the name "Edward" at his command. The three teens, mesmerised by the creature's abilities, couldn't help but marvel at the spectacle before them. However, their fascination quickly turned to unease as the chimera unexpectedly spoke once more, this time uttering the words "big brother...big brother ed."

The atmosphere shifted in an instant, a sense of foreboding settling over the group. Shou's expression changed from one of excitement to one of confusion and concern. The teens exchanged wary glances, unsure of what to make of the chimera's cryptic words. Was it merely a coincidence, or was there something more sinister at play?

As the chimera continued to repeat the phrase, its voice taking on a haunting quality, a chill ran down the teens' spines. The once-impressive display now felt like a harbinger of something dark and ominous. Shou, realising the gravity of the situation, attempted to regain control over his creation, but the chimera seemed to have a will of its own, its gaze fixed on a point beyond their sight. They stood in shock as they realised the horrifying truth of what Shou had done to Nina and what he did to his wife. The air was heavy with tension as Edward's eyes bore into Shou, demanding answers. "Where are Nina and Alexander?" Edward's voice was firm, his fists clenched at his sides. Shou remained silent, his gaze shifting uneasily from one person to the other. Ed stepped forward, "You need to tell us what you've done, Shou.." His voice was calm but carried a sense of urgency. Y/N crouched beside the chimera, her heart heavy with dread at the thought of what might have happened to the innocent young girl and her pet. Ed's anger flared up, Alphonse quickly intervened, placing himself between his brother and Shou Tucker. Alphonse's calm voice broke through the tension, reminding Ed of the consequences of losing control. Meanwhile, (Y/N) knelt beside the chimera, offering gentle words and a comforting touch to ease its distress. The chimera's sad noises slowly subsided as it leaned into your warmth, finding solace in her presence.Seeing the impact of his outburst on the innocent creature, Ed's anger began to dissipate. He swallowed his pride and approached Nina and the chimera, his expression heavy with guilt. With a heavy heart, he apologised to Nina, explaining that despite their alchemical skills, there was no way to reverse the irreversible fusion that had taken place. The creature looked up at Ed with tear-filled eyes, understanding the weight of his words.

The tension inside Havoc's car was palpable as they watched the military officers confiscating Shou Tucker's research. Edward's hands clenched into fists, his jaw set in determination. Alphonse sat silently beside him, his metal body reflecting the dim light of the evening. And you, (Y/N), couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of your stomach. As the military officers loaded boxes of documents into their vehicles, Havoc turned the car on and drove off wordlessly. Edward, Alphonse, and (Y/N) arrive back at HQ and are sat in Roy's office, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air. The flickering flames in the office's fireplace cast dancing shadows on the walls, adding an eerie ambiance to the serious conversation at hand. Roy's expression is grave as he continues to address the three of you, his subordinates who are now faced with the harsh realities of being state alchemists. He speaks of the darkness that lurks in the corners of the world, the kind of evil that can only be combated with equal measures of strength and sacrifice. The mention of potentially being ordered to commit atrocities sends a chill down your spine, the implications sinking in with a heavy finality. Edward's jaw tightens, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of determination and unease, while Alphonse listens attentively, his armour-clad form a stoic presence in the room. Ed exclaims that even with all his abilities, he couldn't save a single little girl. He storms out, with Alphonse trailing behind, leaving (y/n) sitting alone with her father. The room was quiet for a while before Roy says “You know this is why your mother was against this.” (Y/N) replies looking at her feet “Yeah I know.” the room was quiet once again, (Y/N) got up and walked towards the door “I'm going home, see you later”. After (Y/N) left Roy Mustang's office, the phone rang, and Roy picked it up. It was Maes Hughes on the line, his voice tense and urgent. Maes informed Roy that Shou Tucker, the Sewing Life Alchemist, and his daughter had been found dead. The news sent a chill down Roy's spine. The serial killer targeting state alchemists, Scar, had struck again, leaving a trail of death and destruction in his wake.

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

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ANTIMONY

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Antimony represents the wild and animalistic parts of human nature~

an Edward Elric x reader fanfiction.

~01~

Ed, Al, and Y/N arrived in Reole after hearing rumours about a philosopher's stone being used there. They were determined to locate the stone. The air was filled with the aroma of spices and the sound of people talking as they made their way towards the city centre. They noticed that every radio they passed played a recording of an unfamiliar religious sermon. They came upon a cosy cafe bar, the three friends were greeted by the inviting smell of freshly brewed coffee and the lively conversations of the patrons. Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N found a table and settled down. They soon engaged in a friendly conversation with a group of locals who introduced themselves as followers of Letoism, a unique religion that worshipped the sun and nature. The Letoists shared their beliefs and how it influenced their lives in Reole. Suddenly, a young woman named Rose joined the group. She emanated a quiet strength and determination that caught the attention of Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N. Rose shared her own personal journey and how Letoism had empowered her to overcome the loss of her fiancé and rebuild her life.

As they neared the majestic cathedral situated in the heart of the city, they were met with the incredible sight of a vast gathering outside, eagerly anticipating the arrival of Father Cornello. The locals had always spoken of him with utmost respect, praising his remarkable ability to perform extraordinary feats and cure the ailing. Intrigued by the tales, the trio made the decision to join the multitude of devoted followers and listen to one of Father Cornello's captivating sermons. During his performance, he astounded everyone with his seemingly miraculous acts, defying the principles of alchemy by conjuring objects out of thin air, thus providing undeniable evidence of possessing the coveted philosopher's stone. One such astonishing display involved him crafting exquisite crystal flowers from fallen petals, leaving the audience in awe. The cathedral was buzzing with excitement, as Father Cornello took the stage. His strong presence and captivating voice held everyone's attention as he passionately spoke about the wonders of their god, Leto, and the incredible abilities of the philosopher's stone. Edward, Alphonse, and Y/N exchanged meaningful looks, fully aware of the immense danger that this alchemical artefact could pose if it fell into the wrong hands.

After the sermon, they went to find Rose, who was known for being very trusting, in order to arrange a meeting with Father Cornello. Rose had attended the sermon and her eyes were filled with a strong faith in Father Cornello's words. As they walked up to her, she gazed at them with curiosity, but soon became friendly when they asked about her religion and expressed their wish to talk to Father Cornello. Despite their false claim of being interested in Letoism, she trusted them without hesitation.

She guided them through the maze-like hallways of the cathedral, showing them the way to Father Cornello's personal chambers. Standing in front of the grand doors, they prepared themselves for the upcoming confrontation, understanding that their journey to uncover the truth was just starting.

Father Cornello looked up in surprise as Alphonse, Edward and Y/N entered the room, the clanking of metal footsteps echoing through the chamber. The priest's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the towering suit of armour, his gaze flickering to the other two stood either side of him. Edward's voice boomed from beside the armour, his tone resolute and unwavering.

"Father Cornello, we know the truth about the philosopher's stone and the deception you've been perpetrating in the name of miracles," He declared, his hands clenched into fists. Rose peered out from the safety of the armour, her eyes filled with determination and a hint of fear.

Father Cornello's expression twisted into a sneer as he regarded the trio before him. "Ah, so the truth has finally come to light, has it? But what can the three of you hope to achieve against the power of the philosopher's stone?" he taunted, a smug confidence emanating from his every word.

Ed spoke with unwavering confidence, refusing to be intimidated by the priest's condescending attitude. "Just hand over the stone and we’ll be on our way" he stated firmly, his determination evident in his gaze. The other two companions silently agreed, feeling a mix of anxiety and resolve pulsing through their hearts.

Rose climbed out of Alphonse's armour, her heart heavy with the weight of the truth she had just learned about Father Cornello. She couldn't believe that she had been deceived by the man she had trusted and admired. Her mind was filled with a mix of anger, betrayal, and sadness as she stood in the dimly lit room.

Father Cornello shouted to her, his voice smooth and persuasive as he tried to convince her that he could still bring her fiancé back with the Philosopher's Stone. Rose's emotions were in turmoil, and she struggled to make sense of the situation. On one hand, she was desperate to see her beloved again, but on the other, she couldn't ignore the feeling of unease that gnawed at her.

As Father Cornello continued to weave his promises and assurances, Rose found herself torn between hope and doubt. She wanted to believe that there was a way to bring back what she had lost, but a part of her couldn't shake the feeling that there was something sinister lurking beneath the surface. With a heavy heart, she made a decision that would set her on a path filled with danger, sacrifice, and unexpected revelations.

As Rose ascended the stairs, her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and hope. She desperately wanted to believe that Father Cornello could bring her beloved back, but a nagging doubt lingered in the back of her mind. The sight of the Philosopher's Stone, pulsating with an otherworldly glow, filled her with both awe and trepidation.

Father Cornello's eyes gleamed with a fanatical fervour as he extended his arm, which transformed into a menacing machine gun. The metallic clinks and whirs echoed through the chamber, and Rose's breath caught in her throat. She realised with a sinking feeling that she had been deceived.

As the machine gun whirred to life, Edward swiftly transmuted the ground beneath them, creating a solid wall of metal just in time to shield them from Father Cornello's barrage of bullets. The clang of the bullets hitting the metal echoed through the chamber, and Y/N couldn't help the adderaline coursing through her veins.

As the dust settled, Alphonse stepped forward, his armour clanking with each step. "We need to take him down, brother," he said, determination shining in his eyes. Y/N nodded in agreement, her heart pounding. They had come too far to leave without the stone.

Edward's eyes narrowed as he surveyed the situation, his mind racing with possibilities. "I have an idea," he said, his voice steady and resolute. "Alphonse, you distract him. Y/N, be ready to move in when the opportunity arises." With a nod, Alphonse charged forward, drawing Father Cornello's attention, while Y/N readied herself for the perfect moment to strike. When suddenly the wall closest to edward opens up and a beast steps out.

The chimera, a grotesque fusion of man and beast, lunged at the two alchemists with a guttural growl. With a swift movement, Edward transmuted the ground beneath them, creating a barrier of stone to shield them from the chimera's attack. As it continued its relentless assault, Edward clapped his hands together, the alchemical symbols on his gloves glowing with a fierce intensity. With a surge of power, he transmuted the air around the chimera, creating a spear to attack the beast with.

Meanwhile, the chimera seized the opportunity to strike, its teeth sinking into his arm and ripping his sleeve as Ed tried to shake it off, it then latching on to his leg, now revealing both automail limbs.

Y/N focused her energy, drawing on the power of water alchemy. With a swift motion, she manipulated the moisture in the air, forming a powerful torrent that surged towards the chimera. The creature recoiled, its fur bristling as it struggled against the force of the water. The creature flinched back, its fur standing on end as it fought against the powerful rush of water. Y/N's alchemy clashed with the chimera's wildness, causing a chaotic scene inside Father Cornello's church.

As the fight continued, Edward sprang into action, transforming his automail arm into a sword and confronting the chimera in hand-to-hand combat. The beast growled and pounced, its wild nature pushing it to dominate its enemies. Y/N's water alchemy kept flowing, forming a protective barrier that defended them from the chimera's unyielding assaults. The atmosphere buzzed with alchemical power, and the church reverberated with the clash of different elements.

Despite the ferocity of the chimera, Edward and Y/N fought with unwavering determination.With a final surge of alchemical power, Y/N unleashed a torrent of water that engulfed the chimera, subduing its wild nature and bringing the intense battle to a dramatic conclusion. As the church fell silent, the triumphant duo caught their breath, their eyes meeting in a shared moment of relief and accomplishment.

Just as the fight came to a close, Al grabbed Rose threw her into his metal arms, Edward quickly transmuted a door for them to escape through. As they ran through the church, the sound of gunfire echoed around them, sending shivers down their spines. Alphonse held Rose tightly in his arms, his heart pounding with fear for her safety. Edward and Y/N ran ahead, their determination driving them forward despite the danger. The air was thick with tension, and every step felt like a battle against time itself.

Bullets whizzed past them, narrowly missing their heads as they ducked and weaved through the pews. The stained glass windows shattered around them, casting colourful shards across the floor. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her mind focused on one thing and one thing only - getting out of this alive.

As they reached the exit, a blinding light filled the room, and the sound of gunfire ceased. They stumbled out into the open, gasping for breath as they looked around in disbelief. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the landscape.

Y/N and Edward carefully made their way back into the church, their footsteps echoing softly in the empty halls. The moonlight filtered through the stained glass windows, casting colourful patterns on the stone floor. They reached Father Cornello's office and Edward skillfully picked the lock, allowing them to slip inside. “If he comes before we’re ready you know we're dead, right?” Y/N said jokingly. “Stop being dramatic,” Edward laughed.

Y/N set up the hidden microphone in a discreet location, ensuring that it wouldn't be easily discovered. Edward kept watch, his sharp eyes scanning the room for any signs of movement. Once the microphone was in place, they waited for Father Cornello to return.

He soon came back to his office to see the two teens standing waiting for him. “If you just give us the stone we’ll leave, we ain’t too big on following procedure.” Ed spoke confidently.

Father Cornello's eyes glinted with a sinister light as he revealed his true intentions to Edward and Y/N. The air in the room grew heavy with the weight of his words. "You see, the philosopher's stone is the key to unlocking the true potential of our followers. With its power, we can create an army of unstoppable soldiers, ready to carry out my vision for this world," he explained with a chilling smile.

They couldn't allow Father Cornello to use the philosopher's stone for such nefarious purposes. "You're a madman," Edward spat, his voice filled with contempt. Father Cornello chuckled darkly, his eyes glimmering with malice. "Oh, but you won't be able to stop me. The philosopher's stone is within my grasp, and soon, nothing will stand in the way of my grand design," he declared with a sense of triumph.

Suddenly his face drops as he sees the microphone by his feet. “What have you done!” Cornello shouted. His eyes widened in shock as he realised that his carefully laid out plan had been broadcasted to the entire city of Reole. Panic surged through him as he frantically looked around, trying to find a way to salvage the situation. The people of Reole had been under his control, believing in his false miracles and following his every word. But now, the truth was out in the open, and his facade was crumbling before his very eyes.

The once adoring crowd began to murmur and whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with disbelief and anger. Father Cornello's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to come up with a plan. He couldn't let this revelation destroy everything he had worked so hard to achieve. With a forced smile, he tried to regain control, but the people were no longer listening to his words.

As chaos erupted just outside the church, Father Cornello knew that he had to act quickly. He couldn't let the people turn against him, not after everything he had done to manipulate them.

Edward and Y/N barely had time to react as Father Cornello lunged at them with a fierce battle cry. The sound of metal clashing against metal filled the air as Edward swiftly clapped his hands and summoned a blade from the ground to defend himself and Y/N. Father Cornello's eyes blazed with a fanatical fervour as he relentlessly attacked, his movements fueled by a dark and twisted determination.

Y/N stood by Edward's side, her eyes narrowed in concentration as she assessed the situation. She knew that they were facing a formidable opponent, one who was not to be underestimated. "Edward, cover me!" Y/N shouted, her voice cutting through the chaos of battle. With a swift nod, Edward positioned himself in front of Y/N, deflecting Father Cornello's blows with his own blade. Seizing the opportunity, Y/N swiftly drew a transmutation circle of her own, her hands moving with practised precision. With a surge of alchemical energy, she unleashed a powerful wave from her sweat, sending Father Cornello staggering backward.

The impact of Y/N's alchemical attack created a momentary opening, and Edward seized the opportunity, launching a swift and decisive counterattack. With a flurry of expertly executed strikes, he forced Father Cornello onto the defensive, his determination unwavering. As the battle raged on, Edward and Y/N fought side by side, their skills complementing each other as they faced the formidable foe before them. Ed slapped the nearby statue causing the air to fill with smoke.

As the dust settled, Edward stood panting, his automail arm aching from the force of the transmutation. Y/N lay on the ground, struggling to get up, her eyes filled with a mix of anger and disbelief. Father Cornello, trapped under the colossal statue of the false god Leto, struggled to free himself, but it was futile. The once grandiose priest now looked small and helpless, his plans of using the Philosopher's Stone to deceive the people crumbling around him.

Edward turned to Y/N, his golden eyes filled with a mix of determination and concern. "Y/N, are you okay?" he asked, extending a hand to help her up. She hesitated for a moment, but then accepted his help, her eyes softening slightly as she looked at him. "I'm fine," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you, Edward."

As they stood together, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed through the chamber. They quickly bent down to retrieve the stone from Cornello while he was trapped, when it suddenly lost its colours and shattered. As the Philosopher's Stone shattered into countless pieces, a wave of shock and disbelief washed over Edward and Y/N. The resounding crack echoed through the underground chamber, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still. Father Cornello's triumphant laughter filled the air as he gloated over his apparent victory.

Edward and Y/N left the church, the weight of their encounter with the priest still heavy on their minds. As they walked through the rioting locals, Y/N couldn't shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest. Edward, too, was lost in thought, his golden eyes reflecting the turmoil within him.

Suddenly, they spotted Rose and Alphonse up ahead, waiting for them. Alphonse's towering figure and gentle demeanour provided a sense of comfort, while Rose was sat hunched on the steps. As they approached, Alphonse greeted them, his armour clinking softly with each movement. Rose sat unmoving as she took in the troubled expressions on Edward and Y/N's faces.

"Is everything alright?" Al asked, his voice filled with genuine worry at their disheleved apperances. Edward hesitated for a moment before speaking “The stone was a fake.”. Before Al had time to respond, Rose sprung up up from her seat on the steps za gun nestled in her hands, trembling she spoke” Liar! Give me the stone. You just want it for yourselves!”. “We don't have it!” She broke down crying, “All I want is my fiance back… How am I supposed to carry on now”. “You need to figure that out, you have two strong legs , you can move forward on your own.”

The train station was pretty much empty due to the riots outside, Edward, Y/N, and Alphonse made their way on the platform. The sun was setting, casting a warm golden glow over the platform. Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness for the boys, another dead end; they prepared to board the train back to Central. It had been a long and eventful day, and the thought of returning to the familiar comforts of the city was a welcome one.