[Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood fanfic ~FEMALE REINCARNATED INTO A MALE OC WITH GAMER ABILITIES~]
When a female fan gets reincarnated into her favourite anime, she is...conflicted, for a number of reasons:
One: She, a retired genius surgeon famous for her emotionless facade died, leaving her peacefully boring life of reading behind.
Two: She was reborn as a male, tool and all.
Three: She--Well, I guess it's he now, is the first born son of Trisha Elric and Van Hohenheim. A full 8 years before Edward Elric's birth.
Four: He is bound by a game system, and to top it all of he's still straight...or is it bent now?
Five: He is neither kind nor selfless, but he is willing to be if he gets to see a good story play out.
A story of a reincarnated soul that rather live freely than save a country or his family (But is that really his true face?)
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NOTES:
- OC personality: I won't spoil it, I'm just going to say it's NOT a "I'm going to save everyone but get guilt in the end" or "I'm going to be all stubborn and curse a lot, I rather save my a** then others so run away from the plot," or "I'm the classic female heroine that everyone loves and needs saving or mental support."
Warnings: Mostly Censored Cursing (Edward), yaoi, OC (only one), there MIGHT be mature scenes in which a warning will be placed at the beginning of the chapter (though "MIGHT" is a keyword since I'm still thinking about it.) I don't own any videos or pictures I may use (unless I claim them since I do draw occasionally) (FYI, most images are slightly edited by yours truly.) (Still belongs to whoever drew them). Non-existent update schedule.
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.