Prince Rogers Nelson x Fem!Reader
Summary: Your secret relationship with Prince is finally announced once becoming newlyweds. An interview with Oprah is conducted but the questions seem very invasive…
A/N: There are not enough fics of this man I’m going crazy
"Global superstars Prince and Y/N L/N have recently announced their marriage." Cameras and lighting surround Oprah as she casually opens the interview, like she's done a thousand times. "This is very surprising news since the relationship has been kept so private that no one even knew the two were even together."
"Tonight," she explains the agenda, "I have been given the chance to have a conversation with the newlyweds to ask every question people have been wanting to know so badly."
"I'm currently in one of the many living rooms of Paisley Park." She gestures to her surroundings as the camera slightly pans for the viewers to also be included. "This may seem like a familiar setting, and you'd be correct to assume so, as I was just here last year to have a conversation with Prince."
She refers to the iconic interview which stirred some controversy between her and Prince due to the intrusive questions she asked and the smart answers he came up with.
"If you are somehow watching this and unaware to whom our guests actually are, I'll give you a slight recap before their entrance." The screen changes to a series of clips and childhood pictures which showcase you individually.
Oprah's voiceover sounds, "Y/N L/N, born in 1966, has established her career in singing very early on after being founded by a record label after working an odd waitressing shift in a restaurant."
She continues, "in 1984, after being told by her manager that entertainment booked for that night had been delayed, she took it upon herself to go onstage and sing into the microphone." A low quality video plays of a teenage you doing exactly as she describes.
"And little did she know," a picture of your former record label manager appears, "someone with the opportunity to change her entire life was watching whilst eating their dinner. A contract which enforced the creation of a debut album was signed," an image shows of the two of you together, "and she became immediate success."
"I could already tell that she'll become famous," a man who seems to be out of breath comes onto screen from the time your first album released as the numbers 1985 appear in the corner.
A woman holding your vinyl in her hands also speaks up, "she's just so beautiful and has an amazing voice."
The previous man comes back onto screen, "she's brought a new sound with her that's never been heard before and the people love it."
The woman returns again, "I can't wait to hear what else she has."
"Over the years," Oprah's voiceover comes back, "Y/N has amassed a cult following and has gone on to release several albums which spread different messages ranging from her childhood, love, and concerns for the environment and human suffering."
More recent clips play as a friend group of three British men speak over each other. "She's fit," one says bluntly as the other smiles, "I fancied her in secondary." The last one speaks in a thick Scouse accent, "she's that one singer that'll make history, y'know?"
"With fame comes controversy," Oprah describes, "Y/N has found herself in several rivalries with different singers including Diana Ross and Madonna. Their encounters have been made very public particularly found in snarky tabloid comments."
"I think she's an entitled bitch." The screen changes to a woman who looks as if she was just stopped in the middle of the street. Her friends beside her burst into laughter at the woman's bluntness.
"She doesn't seem genuine," a different man speaks up about your character in the same street location, "the stuff she says is kinda bitchy."
A man who gradually comes to a stop from jogging also takes his headphones off briefly to answer their question about his thoughts on you, "I don't know who that is."
"It's difficult to ignore these contrasting views on the thirty-one-year-old singer," Oprah's voice echoes as the screen changes back to her in the living room of Paisley Park. "Is she as problematic as she appears in tabloids? I'm here to ask the questions people are wondering."
Once finished with your piece, she begins to dissect Prince, "this man needs no introduction...unless you're seriously living under a rock. But if you somehow are," she smiles intentionally, "allow me to catch you up."
The screen changes to flashes of stage lights and screaming crowds as different clips begin to play one after another. Guitars. Performances. Interviews. Magazine covers.
"Born in Minneapolis, Prince has spent years redefining music in ways few artists ever have." Images flicker by almost too quickly to process. "Singer, songwriter, producer, musician, and honestly, I think we'd be here all night if I listed every title."
A younger clip appears of him smiling briefly before looking away from the camera. "Throughout his career, he has become known not only for his music but for his individuality, his artistry, and perhaps most famously..." she pauses as another clip comes onto screen of him giving a clever answer during an interview, "...his ability to say a lot without saying very much at all."
Behind the camera, the crew laugh knowingly as they were also once there in the interview. "And as I learned myself during our conversation last year..." the screen briefly shows a few moments from the previous encounter before cutting away again, "...he has a habit of keeping people on their toes."
More recent clips play of your husband's performances. "For years, viewers have tried to understand the man behind the music. But one thing has always remained consistent...privacy." The montage slows. "And perhaps that explains why this recent news has surprised so many people."
The screen flickers to an image of your wedding day. One hand holds a bouquet as the other is in Prince's. You're walking back down the aisle as the ceremony concludes and petals are thrown directly at the two of you by family members. It was the happiest day of your life. A small event which only included your close family and friends.
You wore an ivory gown with long lace sleeves and a veil trailing behind you as flower petals get caught in its fabric. Beside you, Prince wore an ivory suit tailored perfectly to him. Silver details catching beneath the chapel light as a small lavender flower rests against his lapel.
The camera cuts back to Oprah in the living room as she smiles and gestures towards the entrance. "And now, we welcome Prince and Y/N."
The two of you enter hand in hand. Oprah meets you in the middle as you exchange a small hug and polite kiss on each other's cheek. "Lovely to meet you," you smile.
"Thank you for having me," Oprah chimes as you all find your way to a seat. She settles on the armchair which was intentionally moved to face the couch you and Prince are sitting on. His arm wraps casually around your shoulder as you tuck comfortably into his side.
Despite participating in thousands of interviews over the years, Oprah seems intimidating. The warm image she conveys on television appears strikingly different when you're the main topic of conversation.
With cameras recording and the knowledge that the whole country is watching. Prince's initial warning to prepare for intrusive and somewhat uncomfortable questions being asked and his lesson on how to rightfully respond. His secret weapon being to deflect.
"I'd like to take a moment to congratulate the two of you on your marriage," she smiles, leaning her elbow over the armrest as she maintains an open posture.
"Thank you," your head tilts at her thoughtful message as Prince gives one nod and a smile.
"And Y/N," her eyes move to glare at you, "you've never been on the show, have you?"
Your head shakes as you provide a quiet, "no."
"And the first time you are, you're with your husband," she points out as you turn to glance at Prince with a small smile as he winks over at you. His hand moves to his chin as he observes Oprah and the way she calculates her next words, "how do you feel?"
"About the interview or marriage?" Your eyes squint in slight confusion.
"About everything," she clarifies.
"Well, as of right now, I think I'm the happiest I've ever been," Prince's hand interlocks with yours as it rests over his knee at your words.
"Is that so?" She urges you to elaborate.
"Yes," you nod, building on what you said, "every morning I wake up and I'm just thankful for how different my life looks compared to where I was a few years ago."
"Fascinating," Oprah reacts to each sentence you say, "and how is it different? Where were you a few years ago?"
You blink at the question, looking down at the floor for a second as you process it. "It was confusing to say the least," you laugh at the memory as a way of coping. "I was..." you hesitate to answer before sighing and giving in to a whole explanation, "I was pressured to act a certain way which wasn't me at all."
"Who was pressuring you?" Oprah does the whole procedure which builds on from every answer.
You look over at your husband, wondering if you're saying too much. He nods, signalling for you to continue. "...my label."
Oprah takes in everything you say. "Sorry," she directs her apology to Prince, "I'm just going to focus on Y/N for a second."
"That's fine," he reassures, laid back against the couch as you smile at him.
"I've gathered a few comments you've said in the past regarding a few artists." Someone behind the camera passes a deck of cards to Oprah containing the contents as your eyes widen.
"Oh no," you're immediately embarrassed as she digs up your history.
Your finger rubs stressfully against your temple as she begins to read them out. "In your words," she clarifies, "people compare me to Diana Ross, but the last time I checked, I'm not a forty-year-old seeking little boys' attention." Your lips press together as Prince laughs beside you.
"Why would you say something like that?" Oprah's face remains serious as she searches for an answer, "are you threatened by Diana?"
"No," your brows knit together at her assumption, "that's not why-"
"Well," she interrupts, moving onto a different card as she recites the text, "here you've also stated that you have a better voice than Diana Ross."
"Oprah," your head tilts, "do you know what year I said that?"
She looks down at the source which also shows where it was obtained, "it's from a 1987 interview."
"Exactly," your hand lifts to reinforce your point, "I was twenty-one. I'm sure we've all said things like that when we were young." You look between Oprah and Prince knowingly.
"Do you remember hearing this ten years ago?" She directs her question at your husband, "what did you think about it?"
"Well," he starts, looking at the floor for a brief second before back at Oprah, "I think we should be more concerned that she's being associated with little boys rather than focusing on Y/N apologising."
"Thank you," you nod at him before returning to Oprah, "people are way too quick to dismiss that."
"Can you understand why people may think you're stubborn and entitled?" She changes the subject after observing your behaviour.
"Is this you telling me I am?" Your brows raise quite offendedly.
"No," she reassures, "I had my team conduct street interviews to ask the public what they think of you."
"Great," you respond sarcastically, already assuming what they've said.
"A few mentioned that they find your personality to be quite unlikable from the way you speak about other artists," she reports the findings.
"I don't owe anyone an apology," your head shakes with an exhausted smile.
"These people are doing the same thing they're apparently hating Y/N for," Prince comes to your defence.
You agree, "the only difference is that people expect me to be silent. I've got my own thoughts and I'm going to share them the same way they are."
"I love to see husband and wife come to each other's defence," she changes the subject again, "I'm curious about your relationship." Your posture straightens to regain your composure. Despite staying calm the best you can, people will always view you to be hostile in these circumstances when it's truly just a matter of explaining yourself.
Since the beginning of the interview, Prince has been relaxed. Sinking into the couch with a supportive arm around you, he's helped answer enough that you're not restricted, but still maintain control over Oprah. He will continue to do so especially in this next section.
"What people find to be the most shocking is how private you kept it." Someone takes the deck of cards from her hands as she repositions them to rest over the chair's armrest. "How and when did the two actually meet? And what pushed you to make the choice to stay so quiet about it?"
"We actually met before my debut album even came out," you laugh, still in disbelief after all these years, "but we weren't involved with each other just yet."
"Is that so?" Oprah smiles at how happy you seem talking about the two of you together. "How did that happen?"
"I was helping out this one band," Prince reminisces, "they broke up before even releasing a single, but anyway, that day there was a woman in the back. She was just standing there and I was confused because she wasn't part of the crew," he describes.
"You're making me sound like a ghost, mush," your hand rests over his knee in amusement as he laughs under his breath. Oprah watches the two of you interact so absentmindedly affectionate with one another.
"My first thought was how beautiful she looked," Prince continues with the story as you bite your lip. "I asked the band's manager, Sulaiman, if he knew who that mysterious woman was. He explained that her name's Y/N L/N and she's also working with him at the moment on a debut album."
"What happened next?" Oprah supports her head using her arm as she demonstrates her intrigue with the story.
"He walked up to me," you take over, smiling at the memory despite your romance not starting from there. "We just spoke about business really."
She asks a follow up question, "he didn't ask you out?"
"Not yet," you clarify, "throughout the years, we've just seen each other at award shows and briefly said hi."
"So when did all this happen?" She uses her finger to point between the two of you.
"It's quite boring to be honest, but two years ago," you set the scene, "my manager's phone rang, but she wasn't in the room so I answered." Prince watches you in awe as you recall every detail of the story. "And I could already recognise whose voice it was."
"I didn't even get to say what I originally called for because I was so distracted by our conversation," he adds which makes Oprah's eyes widen. "I knew in that moment I needed to meet up with her."
"So the two of you began dating after a phone call that wasn't even meant for you?" Her voice sounds astonished as you confirm. "That's amazing." She pauses before asking her next question, "you said two years? Don't you think that's a short time to get to know someone before marrying?"
"I don't think so," Prince denies, "when you've met the right person, why delay it so much?"
"I see," she nods as someone behind the camera, who you assume is the director, instructs Oprah to read out a set of questions the public has given. "This next segment is frequently asked questions since the announcement of your relationship," she warns as you nod. She's then given a list as she clears her throat, "have the two of you ever thought about having kids?"
You internally roll your eyes. Of course these types of personal questions will come up. "We'll have a few kids of our own," you look over at Prince who smiles at the idea, "and I've always wanted to adopt."
"What makes you consider adopting?" Oprah leans forward, her body language insinuating her interest in your answer.
"The idea," you gesture with your hands, "of changing a child's life for the better is my dream."
"And you'll be able to provide that?" She challenges.
"I'm certain she will," Prince cuts in, "she's amazing with kids."
"You've seen her?" Oprah's brows raise.
"She has nieces and nephews," Prince vaguely explains to maintain privacy, "she's their favourite aunty."
"Right," she nods with a smile before glancing down at her list of questions. "Do the two of you ever argue?"
Your mouth parts slightly at how intrusive the question is. In the past, you've heard Oprah ask other celebrities these questions on the show. With the cameras on you, it's a lot more daunting as she expects an answer. You turn slightly, just enough to examine Prince's expression. He's staring straight at Oprah. As if he already knew she'd ask something like that.
Your throat feels dry as you try to decipher how to handle the question. "Well," you begin, "every couple argues and that's completely normal."
"Of course," she tries levelling with you, "but who's more likely to initiate them?"
"People really want to know this stuff?" Your husband speaks up with a sarcastic tone, "fascinating."
"You'd be surprised," Oprah laughs as if she isn't the one asking. "Are there ever times your arguments make you feel like it can break your relationship?"
Your eyes squint, trying to conceal your disbelief as she continues to ask the same topic you've clearly shown disinterest in. "I think there's a serious problem in your relationship if you think some pointless argument will be the end it."
"I don't think so," she inputs her own opinion, "I think it's normal human emotion to consider breaking up with your partner if there's some kind of disagreement. I see it as healthy if someone's putting themselves over their relationship."
"Well," you sigh, "let's look at it like this...you have your own way of thinking, and I have mine." At this point, you're so over the interview you don't even care if people view you as some bitch. They already do. "It's quite selfish to only think of yourself in a relationship." You turn to Prince, "the same way I expect him to always look out for me."
Oprah's head tilts at the way you're debating with her as she then moves on to your husband, "what do you think?"
"My first instinct during an argument would never be to divorce my wife," he laughs as if it's the most obvious answer ever.
"Okay…” she turns her attention to the questions in her hand as she realises the two of you disagree with her. “Now, this next question,” she warns, “is completely normal for couples to talk about and you shouldn’t feel ashamed to.” You’re immediately tense as Prince notices and gently squeezes your shoulder as a gesture of reassurance. “Do the two of you engage in a lot of intimate activities?”
Your eyes move around the room as you loudly say, “what are these questions?” Beside you, Prince laughs as Oprah remains serious.
“This is completely normal for couples.”
“Yeah, but it’s not anyone else’s business,” you scoff, wondering why she’s even asking. “I know I haven’t been answering these last questions so give me something that I can or this interview can just end right now.”
Prince smiles at how you’re able to defend yourself. Oprah notices as she addresses him, “is this turning you on? The way she’s acting.”
“There’s nothing wrong with the way she’s acting,” his head shakes, “she’s being very kind right now.”
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