Celeb One Shots with Y/N

The Stage Crash dua lipa

The crowd roared as the lights dimmed, anticipation buzzing through the air like static. This was the moment. Dua Lipa stood center stage, her eyes scanning the sea of faces as her music pulsed through the speakers. She was in her element, moving effortlessly through the opening number of her "Radical Optimus" tour. The lights, the choreography, the perfect rhythm—it was everything she had planned. But somewhere in the back of her mind, she couldn’t stop thinking about one person: Y/N.

Y/N, her wife. Her chaotic, spontaneous, and utterly lovable wife. Dua knew she was somewhere in the VIP section, probably making jokes or posting silly clips of Dua on Instagram. She smiled to herself, the thought of Y/N always warming her heart, even in the midst of a sold-out arena show.

As she transitioned into her next song, “Levitating,” something out of the ordinary happened. The crowd’s roar grew louder, but not in the usual way. There was a shift, a ripple of excitement moving through the audience like a wave, and then Dua saw it.

Y/N was running—no, sprinting—toward the stage. Dua’s heart skipped a beat.

What on earth is she doing?

Dua kept singing, but her eyes stayed glued to Y/N, who had somehow managed to dodge security and was now vaulting herself up onto the stage, a cheeky grin plastered across her face.

The crowd erupted into wild applause and laughter. Dua couldn’t help it—she started laughing, too. Y/N was nothing if not unpredictable.

“Babe, what are you doing?” Dua barely managed to ask, her voice still carrying the melody but now laced with amusement.

Y/N shrugged, grabbing a mic from the stand. “Couldn’t resist!” she said into the mic, making the audience laugh even harder. “You’re killing it out here, but I thought I’d shake things up a bit!”

Dua tried to hold back her laughter, but it was impossible. Her carefully rehearsed performance was now entirely off the rails, and she couldn’t have cared less. Y/N was dancing—well, attempting to dance—next to her, flailing her arms around in a way that was so ridiculous it made Dua's sides ache from laughing.

Dua tried to continue the song, but Y/N was now doing a very poor imitation of Dua’s choreography. The whole thing was a disaster, but it was the best kind of disaster—the kind where everything goes wrong, but you wouldn’t change a single thing.

"Come on, sing with me!" Y/N grinned, holding the mic out to Dua.

Dua rolled her eyes but took the challenge. She belted out the chorus of "Levitating" while Y/N attempted to harmonize, which ended in an intentionally off-key disaster. The crowd loved every second of it.

As the song wrapped up, Dua couldn’t stop laughing, leaning on Y/N for support as she tried to catch her breath. Y/N, ever the clown, bowed dramatically to the audience, earning another round of applause.

“You’re unbelievable,” Dua said between giggles, shaking her head.

“I’m pretty great, aren’t I?” Y/N shot back with a wink. “But let’s be honest, I just came up here because I missed you. And I wanted to remind everyone who the luckiest person in the world is—me, because I’m married to you.”

The crowd let out a collective “Aww,” and Dua’s face flushed with warmth. Y/N always knew how to steal the spotlight in the most lovable way possible.

Dua pulled Y/N into a quick, spontaneous kiss, right there in front of thousands of people. The audience went wild, but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of them. Y/N’s hands slid around Dua’s waist, and they lingered in the kiss for just a second longer, neither of them caring about the cameras or the cheering fans.

When they finally broke apart, Dua whispered, “You’re going to pay for this later, you know that, right?”

Y/N grinned, the mischievous sparkle in her eyes clear as day. “Totally worth it.”

Dua shook her head, still smiling, and looked back out at the crowd. “Well, I guess this turned into a duet tonight!” she announced into the mic, earning another round of applause and cheers.

The rest of the night was an impromptu mix of music and playful banter. Y/N stayed on stage for a couple more songs, making jokes and even attempting to sing along, although it was clear she was more interested in making Dua laugh than anything else. Every now and then, Dua would shoot Y/N a mock glare for completely derailing her show, but she couldn’t hide the pure joy that came with having her wife by her side, even in the most unexpected of moments.

As the concert came to a close, Dua took a moment to address the audience one last time.

“Thank you all for being the best crowd ever!” she said, her voice full of emotion. “And thank you to my wonderful wife for turning my perfectly planned concert into the most chaotic, but most amazing night of my life.”

Y/N blew a kiss to the crowd, and then one to Dua. “Love you, babe.”

The night ended with laughter, love, and a shared moment that neither of them would ever forget.

As they walked off stage hand-in-hand, Dua whispered, “You know, you really are the luckiest person in the world.”

Y/N smiled, pulling her in close. “Only because I have you.”

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The End