A moody, overindulgent reborn male ghost top x an excellent actor of a bottom who seems well-behaved but is actually an evil dairy cat
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You are the prophesied savior of the future.
So even though you're a little beggar with terrible natural aptitude and mediocre cultivation, you are still accepted as the personal disciple of the number one immortal sect in the cultivation world.
They say that the future you will be noble and selfless, powerful beyond compare, benevolent and magnanimous. It's as if every word of praise in the world could be piled on your head. You think: That sounds just like the saintly, overpowered hero from a storybook.
So, to maintain your overpowered-hero image, you, by nature lazy, greedy, mean, and vindictive, work like crazy behind the scenes and pretend everything comes easily in front of others.
You grit your teeth and force a fake smile as you hand over the rare treasures you worked so hard to obtain.
You've finally subdued the rampant demons, but with everyone watching, you can only withdraw your sword with tears in your eyes and escort them to the Demon Locking Tower...
You think that if you hide your true nature and refine your mind and body, you can become the beloved savior, the overpowered hero everyone longs for.
But on the day the Demon Locking Tower falls, you are left behind to protect your sect, only to realize in shock that you are the final formation eye needed to seal the tower.
The so-called beggar who was destined to become an overpowered hero was nothing more than a mistake made by the sect all those years ago.
And you are nothing but an impostor, seen as a disposable pawn.
The demons and evil spirits you once spared swarm toward you. At last, you straighten up from your hysterical laughter at the truth and spread your arms to welcome them.
Come on, come on...
Today, I am the meat on the chopping board. One day, I will be the one holding the knife.
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You are a street beggar who goes hungry and suffers abuse.
Today, as you sneakily pick up the leftovers spilled outside a restaurant, a beautiful hand, as if carved from jade, stops you.
You stare blankly at the owner of the hand. He's dressed in white, and his face is impossibly beautiful, but his deep, dark eyes look like those of a demon crawling out of hell.
He gently takes your wrist, then slowly leans in, his beauty so bewitching it makes your head spin... and takes a bite of your dinner.
You: ...
How mean! He's stealing a beggar's leftovers!
The beautiful older brother, who had seemed so gloomy and sinister, sees your look of disbelief and suddenly laughs softly.
"Just teasing you."
"I can tell you've got extraordinary talent. You'd make a fine candidate for destroying the world. Why don't you come with me?"
You: Isn't destroying the world wrong? 😱
Or you: But he wants me to go with him! 🥰
You go with him. (With great solemnity.)
He has no idea what a huge headache he's just picked up. 😈
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Years later, the former fake savior, now determined to become a world-destroying demon lord, holds the real savior he raised and trained in his arms, lost in thought.
Oh no, oh no! This is bad!
So you really can fake being a saintly, overpowered hero just by sticking to the character!
The real savior: ...? What are you mumbling about? Come cuddle, big brother. 💕💕
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Content warnings:
An indulgent writing exercise, a daydream written to satisfy my tastes
No political scheming at all, just romance and cuddling from start to finish
The top and bottom are alternate versions of the same person, sharing one face in a nightmare and a spring dream
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‼️ Please don't bring shipping wars, top/bottom shipping discourse, dream self-inserts, or comparisons meant to tear the story down or split up the couple. (This is what I can think of for now; I'll add more if I think of anything.)
Synopsis screenshot dated 2024-08-28
Theme: If you don't love yourself, you're like rotten vegetables