#wrath!roy

[b-griveros]

I’m only in chapter 4 and I have a couple ideas more in mind but I needed to draw this one and especially since Shay is now graduated 

Congratulations to @the-flame-and-hawks-eye  ❤

[pheoflame]

I gotta admit..I love Wrath!Roy !!

[kinschi]

More Hellbound fanart from the-flame-and-hawks-eye‘s amazing fanfic because it is amazing and everyone should read it

[maisstories]

I have this AU in my head in which the original Wrath project failed to find a suitable candidate and they continued it on new children until finally the orphaned Roy Mustang was successful. Unfortunately for Father and the brass, though, Roy did remember his few years as an actual child and had plans of his own.

I blame this on @b-griveros' amazing homunculi AUs art.

[thelesbianluthor]

Here are some low quality fanarts of Roy and Riza from @the-flame-and-hawks-eye amazing fan fiction Hellbound. This is what I do instead of paying attention in class

[onceabluemoonwrites]

‘‘Roy tugged off his eye patch with a sigh, blinking a few times and rubbing around the socket until the tight feeling lessened. When he glanced back at Ed, the ouroboros mark bare on his face, the boy was staring back at him with narrowed eyes.“If we’re not really fucking careful, we’re both going to die.” He said, bland, a hard smile slitting across his face when Ed started at the swearing.’‘

-FMA Wrath!Roy AU by @adelmortescryche

Last November, Adel made me this beautiful birthday fic, and today I finally inked the drawing I did for it, so here it is! 

EDIT: The fic is now up on AO3 too! It’s called Counting Bodies Like Sheep! Please go and give Adel some love! 

[adelmortescryche]

FMA Wrath!Roy AU

AN: Okay, hello hello! This is a bday gift for the very sweet @onceabluemoonwrites Happy 18th, Blue, we might have met relatively recently, but what a fun ride it’s been! I suppose I should have tried my hand at KHR for this, but that FMA alternate homunculus discussion of ours kind of led me astray. *wry grin* Here’s hoping you enjoy this? It’s a bit dark, and a bit introspective, but hopefully it’s enjoyable anyway.

Premise: What it says on the tin. An AU of FMA Brotherhood where Roy is the next Wrath after Fuhrer Bradley is eliminated, much like the previous Greed before Greeling happened. This changes some things.

There are few things that Roy remembers from… before. It’s easier to have forgotten, really, it’s been long enough that he wishes he didn’t remember anything at all.

He doesn’t exist in limbo, though. Not with Maes and Riza and the others still sticking by his side, even after the oddness of how just how quickly he’d been fast-tracked onto a path that would lead him straight to Fuhrer. The only reason he’s not already sitting in the seat is that it would’ve been too damned suspicious for him to have earned it as quickly as he had. Especially after their previous Fuhrer had been taken down under suspicious circumstances during the war.

Good riddance, Maes had muttered, squeezing his shoulder at the funeral. It had taken every fucking bit of sentimentality and love he had for his best friend to not give into the rage that had reared its ugly head in his gut, demanding that he snap his fingers and roast the other man alive where he stood.

Roy had disappeared with the Fuhrer, and another state alchemist on the ground. The other ‘state alchemist’ had been Envy, obviously, there to take out Bradley. Roy had been dragged along in the crossfire, a convenient body that they’d sacrificed to have a useful pawn. Nowhere near as good as what had been done to Bradley and others that had been picked and groomed for the role, according to Pride, but still better than the common stock.

He wished every day that he’d been more common than not. He doesn’t remember what it felt like to not feel fury singing through his veins at every waking moment, almost like a call to arms. Something tells him that he’d been calmer, more prone to humor before. Maes certainly seemed to think so, he cracked more jokes than necessary, constantly trying to get Roy to ‘lighten up’. When that didn’t work, he tried plying Roy with good whiskey in hopes that that would work instead, much to Gracia’s amusement with them both.

It didn’t.

Wrath’s voice in his head is… strange, in that it doesn’t really change him. It made him irate almost all of the time, like heat simmering beneath his skin. It made him beholden to Father’s whims in a way that was infuriating all on its own; enough so that he could understand why Bradley had taken a wife. Good images aside, it gave him a life outside of the humunculi’s machinations. It’s almost enough to make him pity his predecessor. Wrath makes him more impulsive – which probably isn’t a good thing, seeing as his specific brand of alchemy was on a hair trigger as is.

It also gave him a much higher physical prowess than before. Father himself thought it best to avoid the saber; that had always been Bradley’s signature, after all. Roy had found his mouth opening to confess that Maes would definitely smell the rat if Roy took up the sword at any point. The battle of wills that followed that confession had nearly ended in an order for Maes’ death. Roy suspected the only reason it didn’t was because Father had gotten bored. And hadn’t felt like breaking in a new minion quite yet.

So Roy had stuck to hand to hand combat, training himself slowly over the years until people started noticing a definite shift in his abilities. Riza had found it… amusing. But also relieving, since he’d finally addressed the one thing that had left him vulnerable in a fight if anything ever happened to his spark gloves.

Pride had jokingly suggested that he tattoo his arrays onto the backs of his hands, like Kimbley had before him. WrathRoy had smiled back at him politely, holding onto the urge to burn his elder brother to a crisp for even suggesting that option.

Oh, the other homunculi, his siblings, all knew exactly how to get a rise out of him.

About the only good thing that had come of his situation was the fact that he’d been given free rein to protect the Elric brothers in their quest. Roy had taken one look at their home, another at Ed and Al and had known. Known that they were sacrifices. He hadn’t known them, not then, not yet, but he’d known that they would be important.

In retrospect, it just figured that Al would be the first to find out.

Roy felt a tired smile tug at his lips as he walked closer to the boy, the hulking height of his armor notwithstanding. He was almost quivering in place; Roy suspected he might have been crying if he hadn’t been stuck as a soul tied to metal.

“Sir. Sir, please- Brigadier-General-”

“Orders are orders, Al,” he murmured, crossing the shallow water between them in what must have felt like the blink of an eye.

The kid screamed, and tried to get his hands up in defense to protect the girl hiding within him.

It wouldn’t be enough. Not against Roy. It hadn’t been enough at Ishval, it wouldn’t be enough now. Nothing ever was, anymore.

*

“You,” spat Ed later on, slamming his way into Roy’s office, “made my brother cry.”

Roy glanced up slowly from his paperwork, raising the single visible brow he had left to his name. He wasn’t sure what his face must have been radiating, but whatever it might have been, Ed scowled and slammed the door shut behind him.

Not that that would be enough to quell the curiosity of his team. It was enough to make Roy sigh, leaning back in his seat and lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

“Did it occur to you, Fullmetal, that it might have been better to not approach me after I made you brother cry?”

That it might have been better to not approach him at all, really. Because, this? Complicated things. Why did his subordinates have to be such reckless fools. Even when they didn’t have all the facts. Maybe especially then.

Fullmetal just snorted, though, not even bothering to sit down, instead towering over Roy’s desk, waiting until Roy actually looked up at him again. When Roy did look up, he was met with a splendid sneer that made Ed’s face screw up to an amusing extent.

He had to hide his smirk with some real effort. The Elric brothers never disappointed, did they.

“Wow. You’re not even fucking denying it, are you, fuckface.”

“Language.”

“You’re a fucking- you’re a homunculus, you killed Al’s friend, you made him cry, and you’re telling me to mind my language?” Ed asked incredulously, making Roy roll his eyes.

“When you put it that way, it certainly sounds ridiculous. No, not so loud, Edward.” he raised his voice in warning, eyes going narrow in his head when Ed tried to protest. Roy’s use of his name must have registered even if the tone hadn’t, because he subsided immediately, if with a scowl.

“Edward,” he repeated, trying to gentle his voice, “this is older than you, and a whole lot more complicated than it looks on the surface. You… really shouldn’t have come here. Not about this.”

“Why? You gonna kill me too?” bastard, went unsaid. Roy stared him down, unflinching, even when Ed’s hands fisted on top of the desk.

When he didn’t get an actual, verbal response, Ed shifted in place, uncomfortable. And still visibly angry. Wrath’s temper ticking away inside him sat up just a little, beginning to take notice, but Roy tamped it down. It was thankfully willing to listen, for once. It always had been, when it came to Ed and Al. Maybe it was because they were children, maybe it was because they were sacrifices, maybe it was because Ed…

“I,” he said after a long, taut moment, “have killed many a man, woman and child in my time. Many, Fullmetal. Not because I’ve wanted to, but because I was under orders to do so, and most of those times, I couldn’t say no.”

“That’s bullcrap-” Ed cut in, incensed, but his mouth shut with a click when Roy brought an open palm down on the surface of the desk, the sharp sound easily cutting through the stillness of the room.

“I,” Roy repeated, sotto voce, “Couldn’t say no. And that’s exactly what’s going to happen here if you don’t keep your mouth shut and listen.”

Wonder of wonders, the boy actually listened. Looked particularly mulish while doing so, but he didn’t look like he was going to cut in again. Deciding that that warranted at least some give on his part, Roy tugged off his eye patch with a sigh, blinking a few times and rubbing around the socket until the tight feeling lessened. When he glanced back at Ed, the ouroboros mark bare on his face, the boy was staring back at him with narrowed eyes.

“If we’re not really fucking careful, we’re both going to die.” He said, bland, a hard smile slitting across his face when Ed started at the swearing. “Because we’re both expendable at this point, Edward, you less so than me. So drag a seat up close, and tell me what you know.”

*

He might not remember much of what he used to be, before. But one thing he did remember was that Roy Mustang might have been a dog, but he sure as hell didn’t bow down in front of people who wanted to kill his people.

Wrath didn’t change that. Wrath just made him hit faster and harder. Wrath didn’t lie to Father, no, but it allowed Roy to get away with leaving certain things unspoken. Wrath hated being used about as much as Roy did, really, and where Bradley had been trained to take it, Roy certainly hadn’t. Conspiracy apparently ran in all their bloodstreams, waiting to stick it to their creator.

The first time he met Greed after he and the Xingan Prince figured themselves out, the other sin laughed and laughed and laughed. Long and hard. Much to Ed’s exasperation.

Roy just smirked through the red veil falling over his vision, and tried not to kill the fool on the spot.

[liberty-flight]

Sinners

“Why does tragedy exist?/Because you are full of rage/Why are you full of rage?/Because you are full of grief” -Anne Carson

“Craving, not having, is the mother of a reckless giving of oneself.” - Eric Hoffer

Because good intentions pave the way to hell. Sins don’t need to come from selfish origins

Happy two year fic anniversary! @the-flame-and-hawks-eye I really can’t thank you enough for writing this fic.