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.”
Lemon knew this was her only chance. If she wasn’t the one the queen picked, she’d be out on the streets, dancing, begging for money for her existence.
But the queen was choosing a bride from the most beautiful dancing girls in her kingdom, and Lemon knew she had to try. She was an incredible dancer, and she was going to wow the queen.
As was customary, Queen Priyanka was heavily veiled as she watched the girls dance for her. She’d have her guards tap out the ones she didn’t want, and Lemon was determined not to get tapped out.
The dancing was going for hours, and Lemon was a little lightheaded, her empty stomach doing her no favors. She needed this. She wanted this. She had no idea what the queen looked like but Lemon didn’t care. She needed to get off the streets. Maybe if the queen didn’t pick her, some wealthy patron would. She needed to do her best, so she kept on dancing.
She didn’t even notice that she was the last one dancing until the music stopped.
Instead of guards, servants tapped her to stop dancing.
“Bathe her and prepare her for me,” the queen said. “Then bring her to my chambers. I want to get to know my possible future bride.”
Lemon found herself ushered away to a decadent hot bath, as servants washed her, fed her, and dressed her. She was feeling recharged, and full for the first time in a long time. By the time she was ready to see the queen, she looked a far cry better than she had when she’d come in.
In fact, Lemon barely recognized the regal woman looking back at her in the mirror. She’d always wanted to be a princess and now at least, she looked like one. She was dressed in yellow, of course, looking extravagant and fit to keep company with a queen. Lemon could get used to this.
She was tired from dancing for so long, but she was eager to meet the queen and impress her. She wanted to keep this luxurious lifestyle and the queen had picked her out of all the dancers in the kingdom...
Lemon was instructed to bow and wait for the queen to come in and tell her she could look up. Lemon did but she was in that position for a long time and with all the dancing she’d done and the warm bath and a full belly... she couldn’t help but fall asleep.
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She woke sometime later in the softest bed she’d ever been in, lovingly tucked in and resting on luxurious pillows. She turned over and realized that she was not alone.
The woman in bed with her was so beautiful, Lemon wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t dreaming. She’d been about to sleepily greet her with a very informal, ‘hey bitch!’ until she remembered that this was probably the queen.
Lemon bolted upright. “Your Majesty! I’m so sorry!”
The woman smiled beautifully, white teeth bright against her lovely dark skin. “That’s alright. I didn’t mean to keep you waiting for so long. Did you rest well, Lemon?”
Lemon smiled at the queen. “I did, Your Majesty. It’s a very comfortable bed,” she purred. “Maybe we can spend more time together in it...”
The queen Priyanka laughed. “I knew you were the right one from the moment I saw you.”
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.”
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?”
It wasn’t an unfamiliar situation - Lemon and Priyanka getting drunk to move on from Priyanka’s bad breakup. Priyanka was grateful his best friend hadn’t given him too much shit about letting it last as long as it did when it, in Lemon’s words, was ‘doomed from the start’. What was unfamiliar was the fact that this time, their drunken party of two had culminated with them hooking up for the first time.
That was how they ended up in Lemon’s bed the next morning, naked and hungover with just enough recollection of the night before to know exactly how they ended up there. Both of them were awake, but neither of them wanted to be the one to say so, that would only end up with them having to have that conversation.
Eventually, Lemon’s bladder betrayed him and he got up to use the bathroom, returning to see Priyanka sitting and looking up at him. “Hey.”
“Hey.” There were a few beats of hesitant silence. “You’re allowed back in your bed, you know.”
Lemon rubbed the back of his neck, forcing out an awkward laugh before getting back into bed. “So… guess you got that rebound you needed,” he offered in hopes to break the now-unbearable tension.
Priyanka frowned. “Lem, you don’t think I’m using you as a rebound, do you? You’re my best friend, what happened last night… I mean yeah, I needed it, but I wouldn’t just use you.”
The blonde glanced down, his face heating up. “No, right, yeah, that… That’s not what I meant. I know you aren’t like that,” he assured. “I just mean… I know how much you were hurting. And, y’know, if what happened between us helped…”
“I think we both know it’s more than that.”
“Yeah,” Lemon sighed and laid back down. There was so much more he wanted to say, so many more emotions he wanted to articulate, but words were lost on him. “It is.”
Priyanka laid back down too, the pair wordlessly cuddling up to each other. There was still a conversation to be had, but it could wait until the hangover passed.
ok so i set this in the poison paradise universe (before shit hit the fan)
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“When did you guys start hooking up, anyway?” Denali asked with casual curiosity.
Lemon’s face lit up in delight, a stark contrast to Priyanka groaning and hiding her head in her hands. “Actually, it’s a funny story.”
“No it’s not. It’s a super boring and lame story that you definitely don’t want to hear,” Priyanka insisted.
Naturally, Denali completely disregarded Priyanka’s response and focused her attention on Lemon. “Please tell me the story.”
Lemon clasped her hands together. “Okay, so, I’d just finished doing one of my numbers and I decided to get a drink. And I didn’t bother stopping by the quick change room so I just come up to the bar while I’m still topless and asked Pri for a seabreeze,” she started. “She can’t take her eyes off my tits and spills cranberry juice on herself. So, I offer to give her an extra t-shirt and we went into the quick change room and after calling her out on it, we hooked up.”
Denali listened intently, giggling. “Somehow that’s completely on brand for you guys.”
“She didn’t even have a t-shirt. Jackie gave me one,” Priyanka mumbled, though she supposed she wouldn’t have changed a thing if given the chance.
Lemon looked up at Jan from her lanyard and shrugged. “Truth.”
Jan tilted her head in thought. “Have you ever kissed a girl?”
“Um, yeah,” she replied without missing a beat, as if it was meant to be followed by ‘duh’. “I would never kiss a boy, boys are gross.”
“Wait, kissing girls is an option?” Priyanka asked, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and relief. “Like, you’re allowed to do that?” She was practically bouncing in her cross-legged position, trying to process the new information.
Lemon smiled softly, amused by her friend’s enthusiasm. “You’re fourteen and didn’t know you’re allowed to kiss girls?”
She shrugged awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. “My parents are kinda strict…”
“That’s fair,” she acquiesced, biting her lip and looking down. “Pri, truth or dare?”
Priyanka was a bit suspicious, but she couldn’t quite pinpoint why. But she decided not to let it show. “Dare!”
“I dare you to kiss the girl that you wanna kiss the most, since you clearly do,” Lemon smirked, earning a chorus of ‘oooh’s from the rest of the girls.
Priyanka felt her face heat up and had to fight the urge to make Lemon switch to truth. She couldn’t just back down from a dare, there’s no way she could let Lemon and the other girls call her chicken. So, she plucked up all of her courage and crawled across the circle to the blonde, cupping her face and pressing a kiss to her lips.
“You owe me five bucks,” Juice murmured, elbowing Jan’s side.
“Shh! Let her have her moment,” Jan whispered.
As Priyanka pulled back and retreated to her spot, she could feel her heart slamming against her ribcage. She was dizzy and unsure if it was from euphoria or a panic attack. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her, though her own was fixed squarely on the grass.
Lemon cleared her throat awkwardly. “I, uh, maybe should’ve seen that coming,” she murmured, cheeks red. “Can we wrap this dumb game up? I think Pri and I have some stuff to talk about.”
As the group dispersed, Lemon and Priyanka walked down towards the lake. “Can I tell you something?” she asked when she was certain they were alone.
Priyanka nodded, ignoring all the knots her stomach had contorted into. “Yeah, totally.”
Lemon subtly took Priyanka’s hand into her own, holding it as they walked. “I’m glad you kissed me.”
