𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐋 (Katsuki Bakugou x reader)[FMAB x BNHA]

𝟎𝟐 ║ ⚕️ Old Man Elric

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𝗇𝗈𝗍𝖾𝗌: so sorry for the 3 year hiatus <3 pls don't hate me

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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐏

The only words to leave Roy Mustang's lips was his state alchemist title from his past of the military.

"Full...metal..."

Face to face friends stood, the vessels of time indulged in memories encompassing them. Their battles— their dreams —their recollections never forgotten. The thought of them ever reconciling seemed to be dead, though they lived in an ambiguous world filled with uncertain possibilities.

The world, whomever or whatever you'd like to call it would find a way to bring them to save him, and this was its way of doing so. Because that is its way.

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A breathless Elric remained completely nonplussed upon seeing his old friends in person for the first time, in years.

"...Mustang?" Golden eyes fell on individual who now identified as Fuhrer but was allegedly once known was Colonel before. That same gaze shifted onto the female officer, the man's look trailing to her face. "and Hawkeye?"

For the first time in years ever since that appalling incident-- long, old time friends stood face to face in witness of time's testament as aging paid reverence to no one: only frail bones, wrinkles, and a mind that can taunt the glory days whenever it chooses.

Mustang had always been a decade and some years older than Edward, yet with the two standing at an arms' distance one could easily compare the two and guess that the blonde had to have been born earlier. The Fuhrer looked great for his age even with streaks of grey peeking about in his black slicked hair. Faint lines within his skin were there where his eyes crinkled, mouth, and forehead rose. Hawkeye was still a beauty and aged like fine wine, flaunting smile lines herself, a telling feature that proved that life treated her well over the years. But Edward, nothing came close to Edward.

His calloused hands grabbed the edge of the door frame as half of his body hung out to greet the two visitors. Wandering black eyes followed what dangled between old calloused fingers, a gunmetal gray pocket watch etched with the Amestrian Dragon, symbolizing his achievement of the title that was once bestowed upon him.

The man was in rough shape with beads of sweat gliding down the temples of his crinkled forehead. The Elric was more slender than the Fuhrer last seen him, underweight and sickly. With his body weight down the plumpness in his face left his features chiseled, but not in a healthy way. Reminiscent of Van Hohenheimer, his cheekbones had been sculpted and Edward had grown a beard just like his father, the man he used to once hate. Oh, the irony of how he was practically a worser spitting image of his old man. Mustang's gaze narrowed on Edward's dull hair which spilled along his shoulders instead of the clean ponytail he always used to wear. The skin around his sunken eyes were a ghastly dark color where underneath formed shadows that followed the crevices of crescent moon shaped eye bags.  Years ago his eyes gleamed a promising future, even if alchemy wasn't in the picture. Now, that dream had all gone to rubble.