"If there is a life after death, whatever kind—heaven, reincarnation, Truth—if there are infinite different worlds in infinite different universes, I swear I'll find you in every single one. I'll follow you into hell if you ask me to." Shortly after her mother's death, an eight year old Riza is adopted by the grandfather she never knew she had. Gift!fic for Liberty-Flight

They have something deeper than skin and sweat could ever hope to reach. She is celestial, ethereal. He knows her soul—he doesn't need to know her body. He tells himself this, and it works. Most of the time.

The desert is still inside her; hostile and barren.

There's enough on Riza's plate as it is; closing night of one of the most famous plays in the world, press conferences and trying to herd actors to their places. She really doesn't need the extra headache of having to navigate her feelings for the star of the show.

He sat up, the book falling from his face to wedge between the couch cushions. He leaned forward, lips slowly stretching into a smile. She knew that smile. She didn't like that smile. It was the smile he wore when he had an idea, usually a very devious and stupid idea. "Then let's make it interesting."

"Nobody is born a warrior, in exactly the same way that nobody is born an average man. We make ourselves into one or the other." - Carlos Castaneda Riza Hawkeye and her motivations for following her father's apprentice.

Jean Havoc's decision to join the army was pretty simple. But the circumstances that changed him from Squire to Knight were... decidedly less simple.

"Humans crave power, but this is more than human. This is child. A clean soul, and strong enough to Know. This soul does not care for power, only fairness." - Truth contemplates life, death, balance and Edward Elric. Prologue fic.

Havoc's love life is constantly interrupted by his womanizing boss. So he decides to try it on with the one woman who is immune to Mustang's charm.

Riza discovers some of Team Mustang competing over who deserves their privacy the most. A Royai fluff fic. Epilogue now up, rated M for a reason

A series of one-shots of themed prompts for Royai Week 2018. DAY 7: SECRETS - "Who could warrant her trust, her earnest smiles, her dry humor, her gorgeous body, her defiant eyes, her ridiculous devotion, her resilient spirit? Who could hold her soul in their hands and not dirty it in some way?"