#chlemon

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.”

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.”

You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac

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?”

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. 

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.

“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.”