for the prompts, i've always wanted to see lemyanka + accidental baby acquisition
Lemon had just entered the apartment and nearly turned right back out. But her curiosity got the best of her, at least enough to keep that inside. “Put that thing back where it came from or so help me.”
“What do you want me to do? Run a DNA test and see whose vagina I can shove it back up?” Priyanka asked, bouncing a surprisingly calm infant in her arms.
“Or something!” The blonde huffed. “Okay, let’s go back to the beginning and tell me what happened.”
“Well, when a man and a woman love each other very much–”
Lemon pinched the bridge of her nose. “Skip to the part where the baby ended up in your possession.”
Priyanka didn’t miss a beat. “Someone asked me to hold her at the grocery store and after like, ten minutes, I started looking around for the mom and when I made eye contact, she ran out the door and drove away. Which would explain why she gave me a diaper bag too.”
She looked at her girlfriend in utter disbelief. “It’s a miracle you didn’t get abducted as a child,” she remarked, then added, “we’re taking the baby to the hospital.”
“I don’t think she’s sick.”
Lemon blinked, wondering if she had to officially embrace being morosexual. “Do you know how bad it is when I’m the smart one here? Hospital. Now.”
Sugar Sugar (Brooke Lynn / Rosé, Jan & Lemon) [Sinner]
Rosé turned to Jan and Lemon. “Ok, hear me out.” She was the businesswoman of the group, and she knew this would work, if she could get her friends to agree. “Albums, music videos... they’re expensive. And I uh, met an investor. She could get us signed to a real label and make us stars. She’s the real deal. But she wants an audition. A personal audition. It’s legit. I made her give me a contract and everything and I had Jackie,” their lawyer friend, “look it over. All four of us just need to sign it.”
Lemon looked at her. “Who’s the investor?”
“Brooke Lynn Hytes.” She was super famous and powerful and definitely someone they needed to impress to make it in this industry.
Jan inhaled. “Holy shit. How’d you manage that??”
“She tried to pick me up in the bar last night. And I might’ve given her a solo audition.”
Lemon laughed. “You little slut. Good for you. What’s you do?”
Rosé smirked. “Ate her out so good she squirted after she fucked me for hours. It was so hot.”
Lemon cackled. “Good for you.”
Rosé smirked. “Pretty sure we can convince her to sign us.”
Jan nodded. “This is going to be a hot casting couch.”
Rosé chuckled. “Shall we head over to hers then? She told me just to text her.”
Lemon nodded. “Let’s go seduce a milf so we can be stars.”
Sweet, wonderful you
You make me happy with the things you do
Oh, can it be so?
This feeling follows me wherever I go
I never did believe in miracles
But I've a feeling it's time to try
I never did believe in the ways of magic
But I'm beginning to wonder why
“You wanna know something?” Lemon asked as they turned along the winding curve of the park path, “I never liked going on walks before, they always seemed… I don’t know, they seemed boring. The only time I did was when I just needed to get out of the house.”
Priyanka furrowed her brows. “You and your ex never went on walks? Not even after dates when you’re literally right there in the area?”
She shook her head. “She would find something to complain about or pick a fight. ‘Comfortable silence’ wasn’t a concept she could wrap her head around. Everything had to be a whole thing, good or bad.”
“Sheesh, I will never call you extra again.”
Lemon laughed. “It’s okay, I am extra. Just in a way that’s cute and fun and sexy.”
“Fair enough,” she conceded and wrapped her arm around her girlfriend’s waist. “I like it when you’re extra, ‘cause then I know you’re comfortable. And if you get out of hand, I get to make sure you behave,” she told her, nudging her affectionately.
“And you’ve never blown up and screamed at me, which I appreciate,” she chuckled dryly. “You make being my extra-ass self fun,” she told her, then leaned up to kiss her cheek as she added, “you make loving fun.”
Priyanka smiled warmly, stopping their walk for a moment to pick Lemon up and spin her around, then peppering her face with kisses. “It feels like a miracle that we found each other when we did, I hope I never break that spell.”
“I don’t think you will,” Lemon assured. “I know I don’t have to tell you, but you’re the only one that makes me feel this way.”
She pecked her lips as she set her back down. “And I intend on keeping it that way. Now, let’s go, it’s getting late.”
lemyanka + trying to sneak in somewhere! being extra dumb if possible
Lemon rolled her eyes as she felt her phone vibrate. She was sure it was Rosé or Jan lecturing her about why this wasn’t a good idea. Maybe it wasn’t, but only having good ideas would be boring, wouldn’t it?
“Okay, the VIP lounge is right over there. We have maybe a two minute window where we can slip into the crowd going in,” Priyanka whispered as they waited in an alley within the venue.
It all happened so quickly, neither of them stopping to think, letting the adrenaline carry them through the crowd and into the lounge without security being tipped off. “Remember, act natural,” Lemon quietly warned.
“I’ve never done that a day in my life,” she retorted as she tried to focus her energy on acting like she was supposed to be there and not trying to sneak their way into better concert seats when their tickets were up in the nosebleeds.
They each took a complimentary cocktail to quell their nerves. As long as they lasted until the opening act without getting caught, they’d be in the clear. But every minute that passed felt slower and slower.
“Are we idiots?” Lemon asked, looking up at her girlfriend.
“Probably,” she answered as she quickly downed her drink. “We just have another fifteen minutes, it’ll be fine.”
By nothing short of divine intervention, they managed to keep a low enough profile to fly under the radar. They got a few odd looks, but it was likely written off as pre-concert jitters. “Holy shit,” Lemon exhaled as she was drowned out by cheers for the opening act taking the stage, “I can’t believe we got away with that.”
“See?” Priyanka grinned, “if it’s crazy and it works, it’s not crazy.”
i just realized while i havent written this pair, i have written all four of them as a quad lmao (or actually i think it was jackie/jan/lemon + nicky for funsies)
i also just now (a half hour after posting) realized this said ‘it’s cold’ not ‘im cold’ bcs i am what? illiterate!
9. Lemon + 13. Nicky Doll
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As much as Lemon enjoyed the double dates she and Nicky went on with Jan and Jackie, she often found herself frustrated at her inability to one-up the other couple in terms of affection and cuteness. It wasn’t that Nicky wasn’t affectionate – they loved each other very much and never shied away from it. But the other two were just so damn saccharine.
“Are you okay, love? Jackie asked, noticing the moment Jan started to shiver.
Jan was barely able to get out, “I’m cold,” before Jackie had her jacket off and wrapped around her. She smiled, properly putting it on. “Thank you, baby,” she cooed and kissed her cheek, leaning into her as her girlfriend kept an arm wrapped around her.
Naturally, Lemon crossed her arms and rubbed her upper arms to signify she was also cold. When Nicky didn’t notice, she pointedly remarked, “it is really cold out.”
“And how many times did I tell you to bring a jacket?” Nicky responded without looking over at her. “I am fairly certain it was at least three,” she added as she opened her bag. “Here, dummy,” she said and handed her a cardigan she’d grabbed, having anticipated her girlfriend’s stubbornness.
“Thanks,” she murmured as she pulled it on. At first, she felt frustrated and disheartened that she didn’t get the cutesy moment the other couple had, but then a realization dawned on her. This was Nicky showing love, demonstrating that she cared, that she knew her habits, her quirks. Maybe it was quieter, more understated, but it was there.
Lemon spent the rest of the walk home reevaluating her behavior, how she reacted towards Nicky, and guilt slowly began to consume her thoughts.
The distraction must have shown, because by the time they were alone, Nicky asked, “what is wrong, you don’t seem like yourself?”
She hesitated, pressing her lips into a fine line. “I’m sorry, baby. I realized I wasn’t being fair to you by comparing us to Jan and Jackie. Just because our love languages are different doesn’t make our relationship any less amazing. I’ve been… I dunno, internally competing with them, and that hasn’t been fair to you.”
Nicky smiled and pulled the smaller woman into her arms. “You are so stupid,” she cooed affectionately. “If you wanted to show them up, you should’ve just asked. You know how much I love to win.”
Lemon grinned and pecked her lips. “Next double date night, we’re gonna be the ultimate couple goals.”
halfway through writing this i remembered priyanka's actual bf was literally her tattoo artist first lol
18. Lemon/Priyanka | S. Tattoo Parlor AU
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“Hey Lem!” Jan poked her head around to call out into the back room, “your two o’clock is here!” Then she turned to the woman at the counter and said in a more quiet, cheerful voice, “she’ll be right out, sweetie, go ahead and take a seat on one of the couches.”
Priyanka nodded and sat down, looking around the store as she waited. It wasn’t her first tattoo, but as far as she was concerned, it was her most important one, causing her nerves to spike. But when the pretty, blonde tattoo artist came out, her heart started racing for another reason entirely.
“Priyanka?” Lemon prompted, “come and follow me,” she directed, leading her into the curtained off room and gestured for her to sit. “So, here’s the final design, let me know if you have any tweaks.”
She nodded as she looked over the design, her nerves subsiding as a broad grin spread across her face. “It’s perfect, I wouldn’t change a thing.” It wasn’t the most complicated design, a heart-shaped pride flag, but the way Lemon executed it matched the vision she had to a T. “I know it’s kinda cheesy, but I just came out to my family so it’s, you know, kind of a big deal for me,” she explained, almost sheepishly.
Lemon smiled and gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I don’t think that’s cheesy at all. If I was old enough to get a tattoo when I came out to my family, I totally would’ve,” she mused. “Did they take the news alright?”
“Better than expected… Granted, the bar was pretty low.”
“Gotta start somewhere, right?” she offered as she applied the stencil to Priyanka’s arm.
The process of getting a tattoo wasn’t unfamiliar, but that didn’t make it painless. But Priyanka was grateful she had Lemon to talk to throughout the endeavor. The conversation flowed so seamlessly, there were moments she forgot she was getting a needle repeatedly jabbed into her arm. Towards the end, she wasn’t thinking about the pain at all – though the fact that their chatting had veered heavily into flirtation territory certainly didn’t hurt.
Once Lemon finished, she took a step back. “Ready?” she asked as she got a mirror and held it up to her. “What do you think?”
Priyanka’s eyes went wide and she had to blink away the tear or two that threatened to drop. “It’s beautiful,” she beamed, pulling her into a hug, “thank you so much.”
Normally, Lemon wasn’t a hugger, and would’ve backed away from any other client. But with Priyanka, it was different. She embraced her warmly for as long as the other woman needed. “All that’s left is to get you set up with tattoo care supplies and ring you up.”
“You should give me your phone number too,” Priyanka mused, “you know, in case I have any questions.”
Lemon giggled softly, tucking her hair behind her ear. “Of course, customer service is super important to me,” she winked as she brought her up front, pointedly ignoring the way Jan was looking at her as she did. She had always sworn she would never get involved with a client, but if there was one thing she’d learned during her time in the studio, was that the best rules were the ones she could break.
*spoilers for drag race uk versus the world* in honor of the announcement, can i get 10 sentences of lemyanka about it?
“Oh my god I’m so excited for you!” Priyanka exclaimed, arms wrapped around Lemon in a tight embrace – tight enough that it took him a moment to realize his friend was attempting to reply with his face smushed into his chest.
Once he could breathe, Lemon grinned broadly, “can you imagine if we both were winners? Ultimate power couple.”
Priyanka’s brow arched, “so we’re a couple now?”
Lemon cursed under his breath, face reddening, “I mean, you know, it’s what the fans–”
“This isn’t about the fans,” he observed with a grin, then teasingly prodded, “you have a crush on me, don’t you Lemon?”
He crossed his arms and pouted, “ugh, gross, of course not,” he insisted. “I just got caught up in the excitement of the announcement, heat of the moment or whatever.”
But to Lemon’s chagrin, Priyanka wasn’t convinced. “You’re cute when you lie,” he hummed, then pulled him closer by pulling his hoodie, “too bad you suck at it.”
So, Lemon gave in and shrugged, “maybe so, but what are you gonna do about it?”
