The California sun beat down on Crystal's shoulders as he and Gigi walked hand-in-hand along the Venice Beach boardwalk. It was a stark contrast to the frenetic energy of New York City, where they'd just spent a whirlwind of press week for RuPaul's Drag Race season 12. Here, the air held the salty tang of the ocean and the laughter of children playing in the sand.
"It's so good to be back in my home state," Gigi chirped, her voice a bright melody against the crashing waves. Her long blonde hair, usually styled into glamorous curls, blew freely in the breeze, framing her beautiful ice blue eyes.
Crystal, his towering frame enveloped in a vintage Hawaiian shirt, chuckled. "You're practically glowing, Gigi. You've truly returned to your element." He couldn't help but admire her. Gigi, in her natural state, with her effortless beauty and infectious joy, was even more captivating than on the drag race stage.
They'd fallen in love during the show, a whirlwind romance fueled by shared dreams, late-night talks, and the undeniable spark between them. The world had witnessed it, their bond shining through the fierce competition, and now, here they were, two queens navigating the complexities of a real-world relationship, away from the cameras and the judgmental eyes of the internet.
Gigi's apartment, a quintessentially Californian haven, was a vibrant reflection of her personality. The walls were a kaleidoscope of color, adorned with posters of drag icons and photographs from their time on the show. Every corner held a story, a memory of their journey together. Gigi's wigs, in all their extravagant glory, were displayed like trophies, a testament to her artistry.
'This place...' Crystal breathed, taking in the eclectic mix of furniture, vintage clothing racks, and glitter-dusted makeup palettes. 'It's like a glamorous time capsule.'
Gigi, her face lit with pride, grinned. 'It's my little sanctuary, where I can be myself, even without the full drag.'
They spent their days in blissful discovery, exploring the quiet beauty of Gigi's hometown. Sunsets watched from the cliffs overlooking the Pacific, stolen kisses beneath the swaying palm trees, long walks along the beach hand-in-hand, giggling over shared memories of the show, and indulging in hearty Californian breakfasts at roadside diners.
One evening, they settled into Gigi's plush velvet sofa, a bowl of freshly popped popcorn between them, ready to watch a classic movie. It was a simple pleasure, a far cry from the chaotic glamour of their lives in New York.
"You know," Crystal said, nudging Gigi playfully, "I never thought I'd find a queen who loved rom-coms as much as I do."
Gigi, nestled close to him, giggled. "And I never thought I'd find a queen who could rock a fierce mullet like yours, Crystal."
The movie played out on the screen, the soft light casting a warm glow on their faces. They were lost in the moment, their fingers intertwined, their hearts beating in unison.
It was a new kind of love story, one built on shared dreams, mutual admiration, and the courage to be their authentic selves. The world outside may have been consumed by their story, but here, in this cozy haven, they were just Crystal and Gigi, two queens basking in the quiet joy of a love that had bloomed under the spotlight, finding its true strength in the gentle glow of everyday moments.
As they fell asleep, nestled in Gigi's comfortable bed (the first time they'd slept together since the show), the gentle hum of the California night washed over them. They had found their haven, their sanctuary, a place where they could be themselves, not just queens, but lovers, partners, and souls intertwined. The future was uncertain, but one thing was for sure: their love had found a home, a home in each other.
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RPDR one shots x
FanfictionA variety of one shots, can take place during filming or as if drag race never happened! <3
