hello! thank you for the WIP tag! I'd love to hear more about 1923 💕
Aha no problem, I saw it was also about art (I don't know if you write?) so I'm 👀 in case you want to share any !!
Ahhhhhh 1923 is my other pet project with All the Hope. It's a long fic too, Royai, and I've been working on it for more than a year now.
I don't know how familiar you are with FMA 03 and Conqueror of Shamballa, but in those Ed and Al end up being stuck in our world in the year, you guessed it, 1923.
This stems from Ed meeting our world's Hughes there, and I kept wondering where Roy and Riza were...
So it starts with Ed meeting our world's version of Roy Mustang in 1923 Munich, but it's in fact just a frame for me to tell our world's Roy and Riza's (and other characters 😉 ) story, year by year, starting from the beginning. It adapts what happens in Brotherhood, btw, for our world, in a way. No spoilers lol.
I think it would have fitted to have Roy and Riza on the same side as Hughes, btw, but for a couple of reasons, including me being lazy, I've decided they aren't. All three however, even if they don't know each other (Roy and Riza do know each other from early on OF COURSE), have taken part in WW1, which is a big chunk of this fic.
I don't know what excerpt to share... so have the first meeting between Roy and Ed (if you want other parts like either character's childhood or the war or after the war, feel free to ask ! I can gush about this fic for hours and I've already written way too much in this reply haha). Also there's Falman there, so, for you lol.
"Are you going?"
"Wish I could. But it's during my shift, and I need to put food on the table. With the prices rising…" Falman shrugs. "You want to go?"
"Of course! You think there's a fee? I'm on my last marks, too."
"You could try to sneak in."
"My, a librarian encouraging a kid to sneak into a science conference. That's the kind of people I like."
Edward stills and straightens at the voice that rises behind him.
"Whatcha got, here, young criminal?"
The man's German is a little stilted, spoken as a foreign language most likely, but not enough to make his speech pattern unrecognizable.
A gloved hand – the glove is brown – reaches past Ed's shoulder to take the first book on the pile.
Ed turns around at once, to see Roy fucking Mustang open the book at random, squint, and put the book upside down on the counter so he can reach into a pocket inside his suit jacket. Falman has a desperate whine at the state of the book – there's no salvaging its spine now – but he's too polite to say anything. And Ed himself has too much trouble trying to close his mouth.
Well. Hughes was there. There ought to be a version of the colonel roaming around this world.
But. Still.
Oblivious, Mustang growls while rummaging through his pockets, taking out his gloves, setting his hat and his jacket on the counter, and laying an ebony cane with a silver handle against it.
Edward can't stop the words that cross his lips.
"Urgh, of course you would."
"Uh? Ah!" Mustang frowns as he pushes a pair of reading glasses on his nose, then takes the book again. “Ah, I knew it. Inorganic chemistry, uh?”
“Yeah, and what about it?” Edward retorts, thinking the colonel – or whatever he is in this world – looks even more insufferable with these tiny glasses on. He doesn’t know if he wants to slap him or hug him, and the fact that he’s thinking about this last option makes him furious.
Thank you so much for asking about this ! I hope you liked that and feel free to ask more if you want to know more haha ^^"