To see the other posts regarding who is getting shipped in this AU, see the links below:
House of Cards Ships
Just a heads up! Everyone is OOC in this AU so please don't attack me with Canon Lore *hides inside box*. This AU is made for fun only >:3
LonganTree (Millennial Tree x Longan Dragon) [Official Endgame!]
Millennial Tree to Longan Dragon: Ah, I can fix them. (*´∀`)♪
Longan Dragon to Millennial Tree: I don't have a crush on that old tree. (Is in denial)
LonganSwan (Sugar Swan x Longan Dragon)
Sugar Swan to Longan Dragon: I find them adorable and just hope that they will change for the better.
Longan Dragon to Sugar Swan: Hm. A potential friend, perhaps?
TimeLongan / LonganKeeper (Timekeeper x Longan Dragon)
Timekeeper to Longan Dragon: Oh! I can make them worse~
Longan Dragon to Timekeeper: Annoying... (￢_￢)
Other Ships who have a One-Sided Crush on Longan Dragon for a Short Time:
MargaLong / RoyaLongan (Royal Margarine x Longan Dragon)
Royal Margarine to Longan Dragon: What a beautiful and fierce dragon!
Longan Dragon to Royal Margarine: Who?
ShadowLongan (Shadow Milk x Longan Dragon)
Shadow Milk to Longan Dragon: Okay! Listen! Hear me out! (≧∇≦)b
Longan Dragon to Shadow Milk: Annoying clown... (￢_￢)
PureLongan (Pure Vanilla x Longan Dragon)
Pure Vanilla to Longan Dragon: It's a small crush, I promise.
Longan Dragon to Pure Vanilla: ... He's okay, I guess.
Ramble Time!
In this AU, Longan Dragon grew up in a mafia family but they will eventually soften up. I won't spoil too much but, they enjoy being a parent after they retire from being a mafia boss. I will reveal more of that soon. Just know that it's the reason why they're less hostile toward the others.
The others having a crush on them is just unavoidable in my opinion. Because, imagine this, you meet this peerless beauty known as the Ivory Dragon... who wouldn't have a crush on that?! You cannot deny that Longan Dragon is pretty... and terrifying but that's their appeal.
That is all for today! Thanks for checking out my AUs! (*^▽^)/★*☆♪
so i had an idea way back when but i never executed it. now since lotusswan and longanswan are a thing now i can ☺️ this may become a series. let me know what you all think!
a memory is being recorded… hold on… ✨
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐖𝐄
longan dragon cookie vs. lotus dragon cookie
cw || longanswan and lotusswan ships
tw || toxic relationship mechanic, gaslighting, implied forced separation/character death, and overall longan being the sociopathic prick they were born to be
synopsis :: sugar swan is interjected into the harsh reality of two dragons— with longan’s everlasting dreams of “purifying the world,” and lotus trying to bring her some kind of solidarity, through through the means of doing the exact thing longan did to them.
word count :: 3.2k words
wing to wing, they danced around…
stamping their feet with a flumpy sound…
embracing treasure, as dragons ought…
this is the treasure they nightly thwart.
in the times of old, before the dark flour war, there was a young dragon, serpentine, and ruling of the many lotus flowers that grew from a mystical cave of light and purity. the dragon had a companion, hailing from the valley yonder, with hair as crème as her fellow lilies, eyes of red rubies, and a gentle smile akin to sunlight kissing cold skin.
however, the serpentine’s guardian heeded forth— hear their ring… “they are but a cookie. you are a dragon. that is an unfathomable relationship that no one would even muster.” the serpent pleaded with their guardian, each passing day and night they felt as though they were excused; it only pushed their fleeting love downward. they were hushed, yet vocal, they pushed on— their faith evergreen: “but… I love her, father.”
the guardian looked down upon their kin with a look of downcast, not feeling sorry, but rather pity. feeling as though their son was misguided somehow, they let out a disgruntled sigh, turned their back away, and left with their only parting words being:
“If you truly loved them, one must let them go.”
the dragon of the caves where the lotus flowers bloomed in the crystal waters never saw her again after that fateful meeting. they later spent their days not playing their beloved mandolin but mourning… suffering in the depths of loneliness and sorrow. the young serpent did not know of the perversions that their guardian had in store for them. to be true, one could say that the poor serpent had… witnessed too much— learned too much too early. was taught things that young children should never witness… but, alas…
little do the dragons know, however, that… children are quite adaptive, and remember more than their parents tend to believe.
Perceptive, we.
flash forward to days of recent, where the cave is just as prosperous as it was in the older days. the sky illuminates the inside however as erosion has plagued the stone above. the now mighty dragon, once a childish snake now a grand serpent, even though they very much preferred the indoors and the comfort of their palace, couldn’t help but not pass the beauty of the day. a stroll was in order. hydrangea cookie, their beloved attendant, brimmed and beamed with delight at the great serpent's decision, quickly retrieving their favorite umbrella. heading up to the surface they were greeted with a gentle gust of wind and the everlasting glow of the sun. slithering onward into the valley as green as emeralds, onto a nice path, lotus holds their umbrella that graciously shields them from the cruel rays of the sunlight above. a gentle smile they wore, they cascaded down into a garden.
a garden of lilies.
this was her home. lotus looked about the garden in the lushness of the valley that extended downward into a gorgeous forest. they looked at a singular flower that grew on a part of the terrain that had risen. a vibrant white lily… having been blessed with rain, its dewdrops made it as though it was glistening with glitter. lotus slowly made their way towards the singular flower, crouching down to look at it more closely. they smiled at the flower through dimly lit turquoise eyes, and an old wound reopened in the pit of their stomach. hydrangea cookie walked up to them slowly, looking down at their crouched form. she noticed that they started to lightly quiver the longer they stayed in that position. “hydrangea,” the serpent suddenly spoke, their voice cold and creaky, almost sounding like they were going to cry, but were holding themselves back with everything they had, “hydrangea, i want this flower.” the attendant next to them nodded, and immediately bent down to pick the lily from the ground but was suddenly stopped by one of lotus’s rushed hands. hydrangea looked up at lotus with a hint of worry.
“what’s wrong?” she asked softly. their brows furrowed as they looked solemnly at the flower below them. “be gentle— matter of fact, let me.” they croaked as they pushed hydrangea’s hand to the side. they then carefully took the bottom of the stem of the lily and gently pulled it upward at the root, releasing it from the ground. with the lily now in lotus’s hand, they extend upward and gaze at the valley around them, being flooded with a garden of extravagant white lilies. carefully circling on the path, their attendant moves over to the side to not trip over Lotus’s tail. “hydrangea, close that thought…” they started, hushed as they spoke as the valley of white lilies clouded their vision. Slowly coming to a stop, they turn to hydrangea cookie and pull her in closer to them at their side, gesturing them to look out at the valley. “i want all of these. i want them to be planted at the palace. t hey shall be pieces of memorabilia.” lotus then began to slither away from hydrangea only to turn back to her from a small distance away.
“we shall gather the rest of the attendants here tomorrow morning to uproot all of these lilies, and i personally shall arrange a menagerie for them. a menagerie to commemorate the memory of the lilies.” hydrangea blinked a bit, surprised by her master’s sudden passion for the lilies in the valley. there was a lot that their attendant knew about their beloved master, however, there was still a lot to uncover, as lotus primarily keeps to themselves a lot of the time. She knew not to question lotus or their motives, but the curiosity was killing her. She felt like she had to indulge.
“may I ask why, great dragon?” taking a leap of faith by asking them the question, they expected them to be bothered with her, but instead, after lotus had reopened their eyes, they gave hydrangea a kind, small smile. “you know I like flowers.” they responded, before deciding to circle back around. “now, come. I have plans tonight and I have not the time to waste.” hydrangea only nodded as she hurried towards lotus’s side once more, to stroll with them back to the palace where they would repose for the rest of the day. but, as lotus said, they did have special plans reserved for the night ahead. the attendants rested to sleep for the night, but lotus’s nighttime activities, on the contrary, are unknown to them all. whatever lotus does in the night is… not very well known to a lot of attendants besides hydrangea cookie, who often stays up until lotus dragon retires. But, up in the dragon's chambers lies not just the air of fragrant lotuses—fresh and clean, but the sweet aroma of sugar and vanilla, all accompanied by a pinkish-fuchsia glow.
soft pink feathers accompanying her lilac hair, shine and straight as it died down to a sister’s sunset. a fair smile graced her lips as her velvet purple eyes remained closed when she drank her tea. a gown made of the finest fabrics— those of cream and royal blue, embroidered with the finest gold. she was the epitome of beauty, even in the olden days she was known to be pure, full of good faith, and glorious to all who gazed upon her… or, she seemed that way, at the very least.
sugar swan, a woman of the arts, was known as a woman who ruled over a sugary paradise. little did she know that she would also be feared— in the days of old, the all-powerful longan dragon stood frequently by her side as they watched her rule over her kingdom of the isles. longan dragon was, and still is, her polar opposite, though it is true to say that in their case, opposites do attract. But, what was she doing at the lotus palace, of all places? a lot of lotus’s attendants wondered the same as well, as they don’t haven’t been expecting company as of late, but they have been told to greet her with kindness and warmth whenever she visits, no matter how late or early she may be.
she sets her small jade tea glass back down on the grainy wooden table underneath her, her graceful smile still ever present, decorated by a light sheen of the tea she drank and the gloss that adorned her blushed lips.
“do you not recognize the fault in your ways?”
sugar swan urged as she walked along with longan dragon in their palace, trying to stop them from ignoring her. she needed them to hear her, to listen to her for once. she quickly paced in front of them, their gentle hands meeting the dragon’s silken robes. “my dear, you misunderstand them, please..! …please, even if you wish not to, please listen to me.” longan looked down at the sweet swan, an indifferent look decorating their grey face, golden eyes agleam. she has their attention now.
“you’re misunderstanding the point of the cookies— their existence is not pointless, great dragon. evolution seeks to create life, and that life i wish to protect. i wish for you to spare them.” her voice was soft yet stern, and her hands pushed softly on their chest, beckoning them to stay as they pushed against her. their eyebrows softly furrowed, clearly displeased with sugar swan and their attempt to stop their plans. although they have vastly contrasting views, they’re still together, even if it means they have to borderline hate each other. “sugar swan, you are not listening yet again to the atrocities you spit,” they started, putting a rough clawed hand to her shoulder, “these crunchy beings are destructive. they will destroy the world i have watched for centuries. the world my sons and daughter have had the glory of aiding in flourishing. all was right. and it needs to stay that way.”
moving sugar swan gently out of their way, they slowly pace, their shoes gently clacking with the marble quartz floors of their palace, full reflections bouncing off of its surface. the golden glimmer of the palace walls, the trimming, it was all an illusion of what longan was— grand, strong, all-powerful, and beautiful. they surely seemed that way to many…
wrong, they were.
“that. that, my treasure… is how order is achieved.”
walking up to sugar swan once more, they took their hand and took her by the jaw. their harsh, golden eyes that were sleep deprived, sunken in yet glorious, they looked— bore into hers made of amethyst. her hand met their wrist, as she tried to convince him otherwise with no words. “my treasure, you know that I am doing you a favor,” longan dragon spoke softly, like the very first demon that beckoned the pure, “the favor of restoring order for you. you need not worry about lifting a finger— one is ready to assist you in any way possible, you know that.” “and your way of ‘restoring order’ is by means of causing chaos to the cookies..? by taking what was graciously handed to them away?! you want to cause mass genocide just to fulfill your selfish wishes, how dare you!”
“I AM NOT A MURDERER.”
the sudden tonal shift that longan exhibited caused the woman before them to jolt suddenly, looking into his blazed golden slits, once subdued by a blackened abyss that surrounded them. putting a gentle hand on their wrist, she started to urge them, borderline pleading with them. the palace seemed to start to tremble as a bolt of lightning could be heard from outside, striking the waters below. “…my dear, i… i’m sorry—“ “i will never expect you to understand, i won’t make you understand. but you will come to understand me.” longan blurted, cutting sugar swan off,
“and I never go back on my word.” longan crept onto sugar swan, causing her to slowly recoil backward as longan walked forward. she eventually bumped into a column that longan pinned her to, raising both of her wrists to the cold quartz surface, their leg prying in between her own as they looked at her with eyes of cruel certainty, as though they were telling her to wake up— to walk with them rather than away from them. they leaned down and whispered in her ear,
“you have told me you would live for me, yes?”
her head swiveled over to the side as she then felt their hand at her throat, gently gracing her skin with sharp nails that could at any moment, spill her beloved blood on his floors. she let out a huddled breath and put a hand to their chest, slightly frightened by the psychosis longan dragon exhibited. she knew that they were trying to manipulate her using their relationship as a crutch, but it was just easier to make them think she was complying than to face their heated anger, coated in a borderline bipolar shell.
“of course…”
she would reply. longan removed their hand from their throat and delivered a sweet kiss to the shell of her ear, moving their hand to her hips and pushing them further up their thigh still, pushing her closer to them on the column. their breath was hot against her skin which only made her quiver. licking up her neck, they replied against her skin,
“would you die for me?”
slowly swiveling her head back around, she looked straight ahead as the dragon that suffocated her sense of space stood before her, their head craning into their neck delivering soft yet sharp peppers of kisses as their teeth collided with the flesh of her neck and shoulder, gently coaxing her with sweet, affirming actions that were but of mockery. her eyes darted to them, her teeth gritted inside her mouth as a bead of sweat lingered and gathered on her temple, her soft lilac hair glistening in the golden lights of the palace— something of a ruse to cover the doubt and uncertainty that she had stowed away within her conscience. her hand softly slid down their chest, following to their own. looking back down at her and removing themselves from the crook of her neck, she responded, quietly…
“yes.”
longan looked down at sugar swan, now with a small smile as they raised a hand to her delicate cheek, cupping it gently. giving it a pat, they then move away from the column, relinquishing them of the right of her bubble. stepping back from her did she step forward, putting a hand to her chest to clear her throat. she looked at them as they walked to their right, looking back at her with a soft smile, something that was rare to see on them.
“then, if that was the case, i do believe that you would make an effort to understand the paramount of this venture and the good it would cause.”
they walked from her, a twisted look on her face. she also had walked away from the column, distraught with her own conflicting emotions about longan, why oh why were they like this? playing the pied pipers in their shared chambers, she sat on her side of the bed, tears in her eyes.
Just like now.
Back in the now.
“is there something the matter, dear sugar swan?” lotus craned forward, setting their jade cup down, and noticed the singular tear in her mauve eyes. seeing this they took a gentle finger and set it to her eyes, wiping away those tears that threatened to fall down her face. “pretty bird, don’t cry,” lotus charmed as their hand slowly lowered from sugar swan’s cheek, “whatever brings you discomfort, my dear?” sugar swan looked up at the dragon in front of her that was lotus dragon— longan’s third son and the second youngest among the draconic brood. their pale eyelashes softly blinked as their hua dian shone in the dull purple light. she couldn’t help but see longan in lotus. but they already knew that. lotus has always strived to be the opposite of their father, while still being cunning in their own light. with a psychopathic charm did Lotus garner, a sweet air and a merciful smile. they looked at sugar swan longingly as they intentionally made a quick choice to absorb rather than just listen like they usually did with the cookies of the paradise. after all, sugar swan wasn’t like the other cookies— she was a creature like them.
“lotus dragon, i know you know your father better than i. why do they do the things they do?” she asked painfully. her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and doubt as her voice cracked. lotus closed their turquoise eyes, similar to longan’s with the back sea— a glowing blue diamond in the rough. opening them back up after a moment of thought, they spoke, a velvet, yet smooth and calm voice filling the air. “longan is a strange man. i can tell that they have hurt you,” they spoke softly, going to cup one of sugar swan’s cheeks in their hand. she took the top of their hand in the palm of hers as she cut him off.
“but why?—“
“longan is very arrogant and closed-minded in their beliefs. it does not surprise me in the slightest that they would have these expectations of you to help them carry out their new world design. however, that isn’t like you. you are the life to their death, and they cannot seem to realize, my dear bird, that what they see in you is flawed.” lotus then stood up from their coiled sitting position, slithering around their dimly lit chambers, almost tracing their tea table in a circle. sugar swan looked around as they perused her, looking at them as they calmly slithered around. stopping right behind her, they leaned forward, putting both of their hands on the bottom of her jaw, cupping her face, and holding it forward.
“what they see is not what they see— they see not but a marxist dream that has a crude foundation, only one you can demolish.” surely, lotus dragon knew what they were talking about. When longan betrayed lotus that very fateful day, they made sure to send a clear message, and even though it seemed not to dispel the ivory dragon, it did bring peace to the lotus paradise, despite it costing a hellish, flooded, storm-ridden hellscape. sugar swan realized this from the tales, the stories she had heard from wind archer about a so-called “day of reckoning.”
the same touch lotus had was just as featherlight as the one that longan possessed, and upon this realization, sugar swan quivered in fear, yet with a hint of realization. the only difference in this; what lotus was explaining to her… longan was indeed very subdued by their own psychosis, knee-deep in a senseless delusion that marks a vision of self-serving utopia, all for what? all for their plan to turn to damnation as evolution naturally takes its course? for sure, longan would end up swiping sugar swan in a loop, a never-ending dramatic loop that would ultimately lock her up in a gilded, golden cage with no key and no lock. life needs death to thrive, but luck is but a factor that is gambled.
