Wishing you godspeed, glory
There will be mountains you won't move
Still, I'll always be there for you

godspeed • frank ocean

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Volume 2.3   Deep End

July 28th, 2024

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July 20th, 2024

sylasbailey: Happy Birthday Papa 🕊️ here to make you proud ❤️

📍paris, france

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@lewishhuzzy | 'and teammate'

nothing just oscar liking sylas' recent and rushing through media to fly to paris to watch sy in the olympic finals for synchro 10m 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

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[two screenshots: the first of oscars like, the second of oscar smiling during post-race interview with captions reading "yeah, so proud. he's amazing. hopefully it doesnt take me too long to get out of here, i have a flight to paris to catch."]

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@ln4supremacy | lola⁴ 🏎

THIS IS THE CUTEST THING EVER

@croftyslefttoe | lex !!

really i get the "men should be able to be friends without gay accusations" but the way they talk about each other is so wnefkiuchds like theres no way they're not tg

↳ @elenfour: bruh what if you "get" that sentiment about male friendships you wouldn't be saying something like this

    ↳ @croftyslefttoe: how do you possibly explain best friends to strangers for four years to VERY affectionate best friends again without some sort of romantic timeline/breakup/get back tg

        ↳@elenfour: people change???? friends fall out??? why does it have to be romantic lol

@elenfour | elaenora!

they're so cute omg i love their friendship 🥹

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@kikiaysweatbaby | dr³

They're so precious ugh protect my babies

@baileyysbae | vee 🐬

oscar flying to the olympics to support sy like a good bf 😌 (i'm proud to say i've gotten into f1 since i've last been on f1 twitter i love this community so much lol and the sport is so good)

↳ @leclerrcsbaby: we love to see it

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iMessages | Sy 🖇

19:43

Oscar.

hi

Why have I just seen a clip of you saying you need to catch a flight to Paris?

ummmm because i do

I thought you said you weren't coming to the Olympics?

🤓

flights taking off now

see you in a few hours sy

OSCAR.

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The airport in Paris is packed beyond belief, and Oscar rushes to get out before he's spotted, though he does sign a few things for a couple French fans who are apparently very vigilant Twitter users. He gets into the car he's ordered as quick as possible, and smiles to himself when the driver helps with his bags, eyes wide, but doesn't ask any other questions. The blonde woman just sits up front, driving silently as Oscar scrolls through the dozens of missed calls and texts from Sylas in the backseat.

He is nervous. Very. Not because of the competition, or the idea of having to see- getting to see - Sylas dive again after all this time, but rather because he knows he's either about to blow it all up or make the best decision of his life.

The ride to the hotel is short, and it's still only half-past nine when he arrives. He thanks the driver, tips her big, and goes opens the door, though she suddenly stops him by calling his name. Oscar notes the heavy French accent as he turns with a raised brow. The woman, who is maybe in her early forties, is turned with one hand still on the wheel, the other gripping the corner of her driver's seat.

"I just, uh, I want to say that, um, you are ma fille- um, my... my daughter's favorite. In Formula One. She loves to watch you drive," The woman starts nervously. Oscar smiles at the statement, and she seems to relax a bit, though she shortly glances away before speaking again. "And, also, I apologies- apologize if I am over- um, if this is not appropriate for me to be saying, but I have a wife. I love her very much. And it took me very long time to be okay with it. And, em, I do know there are just rumors, but, um, I just want to say I have never and will never regret it. Telling her that. I think you know what it is I am trying to say."

Oscar stills, smile falling as he analyzes her face. Sincere. Apologetic. Knowing. He finally speaks, after letting out a shaky exhale. "I do. I do know what you're saying. And, I, uh. I appreciate it. It's taken me a while, too. But, I think... I think it will go well when I do finally man up."

This elicits a small laugh from the older, and she reaches out to squeeze his forearm in the way Oscar has felt his mum do a million times. "You are still so young, you know this? So much pressure, par-especially with what you both are to the rest of the world. I know you face a lot, and will face a lot, but it is worth it. I would have done it again over if I got to see the smile she gave me when I confessed again. It is worth it."

He smiles warmly, and places his other hand over where hers is to squeeze back. "Thank you. Really. Say hi to the wife and kiddo from me, wish me luck."

"Yes, yes. I will say hello. Bonne chance, fils," She smiles once more, then retracts her hand to allow Oscar to finally leave the car. He swings his backpack over his shoulder, hauls his luggage out of the trunk, and waves the woman goodbye as she pulls away. He pulls out his phone to look at his rideshare app. Agathe. A wise woman, indeed.

Oscar turns and is let into the hotel by a doorman in a tight red suit. The building is huge, tall stone walls and a finely detailed interior. A polite man with a classically French look checks him in, and nods attentively when Oscar tells him he is expecting someone. He rides the lift up the six flights and finally, finally flops onto a comfortable mattress for the first time in too many hours. He allows himself five minutes of rest before getting up to shower quickly, order food, and text Sylas.

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iMessages | Sy 🖇

22:19

im at lutetia

just ask for me at the front
desk they'll let you up

I'm going to kill you

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Oscar chuckles to himself at the message, then puts his phone face down on the counter and eats the hotel-provided pasta in silence, mentally preparing himself. Even if he wasn't doing this, even if the day wasn't what it is, he would still feel the need to brace himself. For Sylas. For seeing the man he loves so much. Loves.

After everything, seeing Sylas for the first time in four years was like a breath of fresh air and a simultaneous punch to the gut. And, so it seems, every interaction so far has been breathtaking in the same way. Though it's been a few months already, Oscar can't seem to shake his astonishment every time he speaks to Sylas. More than just that he was actually there, but just that he was. That he is. That someone like that could exist in Oscar's world, that someone so perfect wants to be close to him, to spend time with him. He is living in constant awe, and it was with a blushing face that he had realized a few weeks back: it's always been this way. He just didn't have a way to name it when they were young and Oscar hung onto Sylas' every word.

He's been in love with Sylas for far longer than he'd like to admit. In his defense, how could he help himself?

Oscar is broken out of his reverie by a click, a whir, and the door to his hotel being swung open like nobody's business. Oscar stands quickly, staring out over the marble counter that now separates the two.

A long silence fills the space, a silence which Oscar spends trying to read Sylas' face to no avail. His feelings were, apparently, not as openly displayed on his features as Agathe's had been.

Then, "You absolute prick."

Sylas rushes around the counter, meeting Oscar halfway, and practically jumps on him, engulfing the Aussie in the tightest hug he's ever had the honor of receiving. "Hi," comes Oscar's breathless laugh.

"I can't believe you. You fucking idiot."

Despite every word that falls from Sylas' lips being quite negative, he's clinging even harder to the other man, breathing deeply into his neck.

"Why are you here?"

"Oh, come on," Oscar chuckles, the two men pulling back slightly to look each other in the eyes. "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Sylas, funnily enough, doesn't smile back at him. He just gives him this look, sort of pleading, sort of on-edge. A dust of confliction. Ah.

Well, now or never.

Oscar let's his grip loosen a bit, so they're standing still close to each other but no longer embracing. Sylas hands are hooked lazily around Oscar's shoulders, while his own hands are resting on the Brit's hips. "I also... I also wanted to talk to you about something."

Oscar can feel Sylas tense up, but he doesn't step away. "What about?"

Oscar feel suspended, time moving slowly around them as he stands on the edge, looking out at the water below. The deep blue water stares back at him, lulling in wait. This is where it makes or breaks you. This is the calm before the storm. Tip toed, silent moments before the jump, the preparation with bated-breath.

The car hums beneath him in his mind, parts harmonious. He breathes in sharply, and looks ahead at the gap. Take it or stay back? He wouldn't be a driver if he didn't seize every opportunity he could, if he didn't always dive for the gap. If he didn't always take the risk.

"Sylas," Oscar starts. He glances down for a moment at the place where Sylas' collarbones disappear beneath his shirt, then back up into the man's wide eyes. "I'm so proud of you. And I want you to know how much I care about you, about this friendship. I want you to know I'm always, always here for you. I don't... I don't think you'll ever really understand how it felt to not have you, and y'know... to have you back after so long. We've been through so much and I just..."

He goes for the gap, feels a tire tread too far over the curb, slip.

I know you face a lot, and will face a lot, but it is worth it. It is worth it.

Sweet, wise Agathe. Oh, what can he do but trust?

"I love you."

The car is nearly out of control under his hands, sliding out as the floor falls from beneath him. Hold on, hold on, push. If you make this corner, it will be worth it. It is worth it.

Sylas smiles, a sad one. Oscar feels like out of control, spinning towards the circuit wall. Waiting to crash.

"Aw, Osc, I love you, too. I'm sorry if I was joking too much, I'm so happy you're here. And I appre-"

Save the car, save the car, turn the wheel. You can still make it back on track, you can still turn the corner and see the finish line first. It's all adrenaline now, muscle memory. Do not let yourself concede a victory for the satisfaction of safety. Win or lose, but do not give up.

"No, no, Sy."

Bated breath. The leap of faith.

"I love you."

Sylas smile falls slowly, like snow. The air is muffled silence, like snow. No words.

Then, after a long moment, "Jesus fucking Christ, Osc, I can't believe you're the one who said it first."

Oscar's smile is cut off by Sylas' lips on his. He can feel Sylas' own grin against his mouth as he returns the kiss with fireworks bursting behind his closed eyelids.

The tire comes back onto the track, and the car snaps back into control in an instant. He's made the gap, he has the apex, he turns the corner and pushes the gas freely. Checkered flag, congratulations in his ear. Breaking the surface and breathing in deep. Pure, unfiltered elation.

Winning has nothing on this feeling.

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Instagram | @sylasbailey

July 29th, 2024

sylasbailey: 🥈!!! Many good things have happened in these past 24 hours. Very grateful.

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teamgb: Our best boys 🏆

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oscarpiastri: proudproudproud
↳ sylasbailey: 🧡🧡

jacklaugher: LETS GO NOAH AND SY FOR THE WIN

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vettelsgirl: bye okay the orange hearts

↳oscarpiastri: Papaya* hearts

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↳vettelsgirl: HELLO WHAT PMFG 😭

tsunodastars: stop the cameras kept showing oscar looking so proud in the audience and it was gen the cutest thing ive ever seen 🥹

judi_bailey68: You are so, so amazing, Bell! Making your father and I so proud. That's my boy. ❤️❤️🤩

↳sylasbailey: Love you mummy

jujuora_k: My boy got his dream after so long!!! Amazing stuff! 🔥🔥

baivee81: STOP SYLAS' MOM CALLING HIM HIS MIDDLE NAME 😭

iheartvstpn1: silver in his first olympic finals is insane

↳baivee81: oscar's type must be insanely talented men

beasclnclyinsane: no one can convince me they're not in love after oscars cheering and that congratulations hug like come onnnn

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this took so long but i wanted to make sure it was done justice

THEY FINALLY GOT TOGETHER IM SO HAPPY

my boys are so cute lol

after this fic should i publish my lewis one or my  charles one or my carlos one? lew and charles are  bxb, carlos is not also the charles one is my fav
lmkkkkk