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Beyonce/Rihanna

Rihanna x fem Y/N
Past Beyonce x Y/N

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"Y/n, you look absolutely stunning tonight," Beyoncé murmured, her eyes lingering over the soft curves of Y/n's body, adorned in a dress that shimmered under the dim lights of the backstage. The air had anticipation as the crowd's excitement grew louder outside.

Y/n's smile was tight as they replied, "Thanks, B." The use of the nickname was a subtle barb, a reminder of the intimacy they once shared. But that was before the scandal, before the world knew their relationship was more than friendship. Before the whispers of infidelity had torn them apart.

Now, Y/n was the opening act for Beyoncé's sold-out concert, a twist of fate that had everyone's eyes on them. The energy of the crowd was a palpable force, a living, breathing entity that pulsed with every beat of the music. The smell of sweat and expensive perfume mixed with the metallic tang of the instruments, creating an intoxicating aroma that could only be found in the bowels of a stadium.

Beyoncé took a deep breath, her hand trembling slightly as she clutched a bouquet of roses. She had picked them out herself, hoping the gesture would convey her regret. "I'm sorry," she said, her voice barely audible over the crescendo of soundchecks. "I never meant for any of this to happen."

Y/n's gaze was unwavering, their hazel eyes reflecting the sadness they had buried deep within. "You made your choice," they replied, their voice firm. "Now, I've made mine."

The opening chords of Y/n's first song began to play, the bass vibrating through the floorboards and up their spine. They took a step back, the space between them growing wider than the Grand Canyon. "Break a leg," Beyoncé offered, the words feeling forced and hollow.

Y/n offered a curt nod before walking away, the sound of their heels echoing down the corridor. As they approached the stage, the world outside grew hazy, a blur of lights and shadows. They took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on their shoulders. The music swelled, and the curtains parted.

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The spotlight found Y/n, casting a halo around their figure. The crowd roared, a sea of faces that stretched into infinity, their eyes shining with admiration and curiosity. Y/n's heart raced as they began to sing, their voice soaring over the instrumentals like a bird released from its cage. The lyrics, once filled with love and hope, now resonated with a newfound pain.

As they performed, Y/n couldn't help but feel the ghost of Beyoncé's touch, the phantom kisses that had once set their soul on fire. The pain was a living, breathing thing, dancing with the rhythm of their heartbeat. But there was something else there too, something new and electric.

Rihanna watched from the side of the stage, her eyes locked on Y/n, a smoldering intensity burning in her gaze. She had been there for Y/n through the heartbreak, a beacon of light in the darkest of nights. Her presence was a silent promise, a hint of what could be if Y/n was willing to let go of the past.

The music grew softer, the beat slowing to a sultry crawl. Y/n's eyes met Rihanna's, and in that moment, the connection between them was palpable. The air grew heavy with unspoken words, the tension coiling tighter with every note. The crowd swayed, entranced by the raw emotion pouring from the stage.

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Backstage, Beyoncé watched the monitor, her eyes never leaving Y/n. The regret was a knot in her stomach, a constant ache that no amount of success could soothe. She had lost the one person who truly knew her, who accepted her for who she was. The taste of her mistake was bitter in her mouth.

The whispers grew louder as the rumors of their breakup spread through the industry. Beyoncé knew she had to make amends, but the distance between them felt insurmountable. Her eyes searched the room for a sign, a way to bridge the gap she had created. And there she was, Rihanna, standing in the shadows, watching Y/n with a look that spoke volumes.