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─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ CHAPTER TITLE ||

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── SURFER ! OSCAR PIASTRI / MERMAN ! LANDO NORRIS

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Remember to leave a comment / reblog. Kind words help motivate

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── There's a new character in this that's a little out of character. Its my first time writing as him, sorry

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Oscar gets some advice from a mentor.

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He walked to the edge of the beach, scanning the rock pattern, his board dug into the sand behind him. The smell of salt filled his senses, the sun warming his face despite the harsh breeze. It was windy. Not too windy, not windy enough to kick up standstorm or awaken angry waves, but windy enough that Oscar saw very few of the Wednesday morning regulars

Oscar had finished his morning routine a little quicker than usual, which meant, on non-work days like this one, that he was able to get to the beach earlier. Even more beach time in his all-day beach day. Naturally, considering the warmth of the sun and the bright blues of the sky above and water below, Oscar was curious about the swimmer from the day previous. He wondered if the man would be back again today, to see the beach when it was hustling and alive as opposed to when it was slipping off to sleep. That was why he was scanning the rocks then. To see if the stranger he'd met the day before would be there again. He studied the rock formations, looked over each rock individually before coming to the conclusion. No swimmer today.

That was okay. Oscar knew people had lives. He had his own life. One that he should get back to.

The waves kept going, they never stopped. Oscar could see them rolling in the distance, standing at a peak before crashing into the shore, only to retreat and restart the process. The ocean had that beautiful trait. No matter what, no matter how still the space around it was, the water would always crash back into the shore.

He hadn't realized he was standing stationary until the water met his toes and pooled around his feet. The ocean's way of saying it missed him. He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. There was nothing on the rocks, Oscar reminded himself. He would get to work now.

He took his board from the sand and stepped into the water. The cold sensation was a welcomed presence at this point. Distracting. Oscar needed that. Small distractions were good for recalibrating his focus. He paddled into the ocean, further than most the surfers on the Wednesday morning water, setting his mind to train. There was a small tournament being held at the beginning of next month, and a win would be nice after his previous wipeout.

Last night's practice stayed fresh in Oscar's mind. The repetition of trying to find his footing after starting noticably too late on the wave. Oscar was no superhuman, and the breeze from yesterday was nothing but a gentle breath compared to today's winds. This weather, while much better suited for the surfer's style, made executing this venture require a different world of skill. Skill in a set Oscar was still developing. The waves were much taller today, peaking and coming with much more speed. Trying to catch his footing after getting a purposely late start was not innately easy for him just because he had succsessfully done it the night before. But that wasn't to say it didn't make the process easier.

He couldn't count how many times the ocean had shoved him off his board, enveloped him in cold, and slowly liften him to the surface to try again. The endeavor felt impossible. In the distance, a green flag waved on the pier, but Oscar wouldn't be surprised if it changed to yellow very soon. Maybe he should take a break. Have a snack. Check the time. He had all day, after all.

He would try one last wave, just to get him back to the shore. And he could already see it rumbling in the distance. He paddled towards it, turned around, and positioned himself, just as he'd been doing this whole time. Only this time, the footing stuck. Oscar could feel the confidence in the board under his feet. The spray of the water. It was perfect.

When the wave had died into whitewater, Oscar looked back, glancing towards the rocks in excitement. He'd finally done it. It wasn't mastery, but it was the first step. His heart was racing, exhilaration that surfing always gave him.

He ripped his eyes from the rocks when he realized what he was doing. Trying to ignore the feeling of his heart dropping, his appetite dissipating like waves into whitewater. He wasn't here today. What was thatt so hard for Oscar to get throughgh his head?

"Hey mate! You're looking a little off today,"

Oscar whipped around at the sudden voice, looking up to find the surfer in front of him. He pat Oscars back with the kind of force that he knew was meant to be friendly, but still made him stumble and cough as he asked Oscar 'why that was?'

Oscar frowned. What did he mean? Him looking at the rocks? Was it that obvious? "I-?"

"C'mon mate," Oscar could see a glint in the surfer's eyes. Something he recognized. "I've never seen you wipe out so many times in a row. What are you on at?"

Every muscle in Oscar's body relaxed, he wasn't even sure when he had tensed up. Daniel. That was the surfers name. Daniel Ricciardo. He used to be real competition for Oscar, but as the time went by, the older man retired. It was only then that Oscar and the previous golden boy of Aussie surfing could truly become friends. Danny was something of a mentor to Oscar. It was nice to have someone to talk about the competitve life with.

"I wanted to give myself… more timing room," Oscar explained, trying to choose his words precisely. He'd never explained what he was going at to anyone. Would he found stupid? "So I decided to, uh.. practice. Practice getting up as late as I can 'n' keeping my footing."

Danny made a face, thinking, probably, before he gestured Oscar over, "Come 'n' sit. Ya had brekkie yet?"

Oscar followed the older surfer to his spot on the beach, A blanket laid across the sand with an umbrella pushed into the beach. There were two beach chairs sitting over the blanket in the sand, which Oscar, at first, found odd, as Danny was here alone, but as he sat, he understood what the second chair was for. Danny was a social guy, after all.

"No board?" Oscar asked as Danny dug through his beach bag. He knew the man didn't surf competitively anymore, but what surfer went to the beach without a board?

"Nah," Danny said, pulling a lunchbox from his bag and unzipping it. "Sometimes, you gotta come to the beach and just be n stuff. You like papaya?"

Oscar nodded, and Danny tossed one of the fruits into the air. Oscar fumbled, but caught it, and Danny continued speaking.

"We spend so much of our lives dominating the waters, sometimes you gotta take her on a date instead." Danny laughed at his joke, and Oscar smiled as well. Danny liked to laugh at a lot of things. It made him more liked in the surfer world than the "stoic" and "emotionless" Oscar Piastri.

Oscar was pretty sure he wouldn't be called those names if he wasn't always being compared to australia's most golden surfer since Mark Webber.

"Really though," Danny said, still continuing his explanation, "We're on top of the water so often, trying to control it, well, you know, as much as we can. Sometimes its nice to just sit with it. To not let your board tempt you. So sometimes I don't bring mine." Danny bit into a papaya.

Oscar understood to an extent what Danny was saying. The ocean was beautiful and vast, and surfing wasn't the only way to enjoy it. Oscar knew that. What he didn't understand, his eyes finding the green flag that was warping in the wind as he thought about it, was why Danny would choose such a perfect surf day to sit on the shore. Couldn't he do this on a day when the forecast predicted no wind at all.

Oscar heard Danny laugh again, felt another heavy blow to his back. "You are so funny, mate," he laughed.

Oscar hadn't said anything, but Danny was one to laugh at anything.

"You always get this look when you're thinking. That one. I know what you're thinking. And Oscar, that's the point," he came down from his fit of laughter, finally able to explain himself to Oscar, "Sometimes you have to give up a good day to enjoy it. Y'know?"

Oscar didn't know. But he didn't say anything, he bit into his fruit. Danny kept talking.

"You wiped out in the last tournament," Danny said, Oscar could feel Danny's eyes digging into him as his face heated, not from being flustered, but because of the embarrassment. He kept his gaze on that rolling waves in the distance. The tid e was about to come in.

It was true. Oscar had wiped out. It wasn't timing, he stood at the perfect time. He almost always did. Regardless, he couldn't catch his footing, and the ocean was not kind to him that day. It was over for Oscar seemingly as quick as it had started, and wiping out was much more embarrassing for someone in his professional ranks than it was for the casual surfer.

"You saw?"

"It's crazy the stuff people livestream onto youtube these days."

Oscars head met his hands, god. It wasn't enough that that whole tournament was televized. It had to be immortalized onto youtube as well?

"It happens to all of us, Oscar," Danny said, his voice sounding softer now. Oscar could hear him shuffling in the bag before he spoke again. "There she is. Heads up, it's for you."

Heads up meant Danny was going to throw something at you, so Oscar perked, not wanting to get hit. When he held his hands out, a pack of chocolate landed in them. TimTams.

The smile was immediate. His favorite.

"A- thanks, mate."

"No probs. Hey, listen up, Kay?"

Oscar looked over and nodded, opening the pack of chocolates as the older began his story.

"When I was your age, I thought it was time to give up. Stop surfing. Competitively, at least. I met some people on the beach. Travelers. And when I tell you they put an idea in my head."

He wanted to throw away his career. Retire. "Do like that skateboarder a few years earlier. He takes care of bees now, you know?" Danny chuckled. "But I wanted to buy a van and just go places. Travel. See things that surfers don't see."

Oscar shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know where the older was going with this. He loved the ocean, everything about it. He wouldn't leave it, he wouldn't even dream of it.

Danny continued, describing all of the things that he, when he was Oscars age apparently, wanted to see. Art exhibits and mountain ranges, forests, and one of those loud, god forsaken car races that Oscar wouldn't be caught dead anywhere near.

But when he tried to leave, he said, he found that he couldn't. He couldn't will himself to leave the ocean behind. So he started throwing his game. On purpose. Wiping out. Trying to give it up.

Ohh.

"That's not what I'm doing," Oscar said, "really, I'm trying to get better, not worse." He sat up, just the thought of leaving the ocean making him feel tense and a little sick. What would his life look like without the beach? Without the ocean? Without surfing?

Danny looked over to Oscar, his face was serious, trying to read him, it would seem. Then he smiled, almost laughed, and nodded. "Of course, mate. I didn't say you were."

Oscar leaned back again, feeling his body relax. He'd misread the situation. Danny wasn't trying to tell him some kind of life lesson, he was just telling a story. He swallowed, feeling words better.

"Eventually," Danny continued, "I realized that I still loved surfing. "

Oscar coudn't imagine a world where he thought for even a minute that he didn't love surfing.

"And it wasn't even freedom from surfing that I wanted. It was a break from the sport. From the cameras, the judges, the sponsor, money, post tournament interviews. The travelers, they made me think I wanted something I didn't. And Oscar, that might happen to you one day. You might meet a girl,"

Oh God.

"Or a guy, hey, I don't judge, mate."

Equally as 'Oh God' as before.

"You might meet someone. Who makes you think you have to change your lifestyle to be with them. And sometimes your brain tells you that a life in that new lifestyle'll be so much better. But Osc? Listen to your heart. Listen to your… your body, when it says it's not ready to give up the board. Cause. Y'know eventually it will be. And that's when you can go retire and take care of bees or whatever."

And he was laughing again.

That was what this was about. Daniel thought he'd met someone. This wasn't about Danny telling a story, sharing a part of his life with the younger surfer. Danny thought he was doing something. Making a statement.

After laughing so hard he started coughing, Danny added a little more to his sentiment.

"Your body knows what will make you happy better than your brain. When your mind is telling you, "no, that isn't what we want, this is," that's when you know it's time to stop listening.

That seemed like terrible advice to Oscar. He ate another TimTam. His mind told him eating an entire box of TimTams at once was a bad idea. Even if his body wanted it.

Then again, it was obvious Danny thought he was falling for someone. This was meant to be romance-life advice … somehow. Don't leave the ocean for an attraction.

Yeah, as if that would even happen.

Oscar checked the time. The morning had slowed significantly since he sat down with Danny for a snack, but now he was itching to get back into the water. Waves crashed onto the sand, beckoning.

"Ah-" Danny called, somehow sensing Oscar starting to stand. "thirty minutes,"

Oscar scoffed, smiling, "there's no way you actually believe that-"

"It's important you let your food digest."

"It was a myth out of a boydcout manual."

"And you're a competitive surfer. Trust me. Wait twenty five more minutes, you wont feel as unbalanced when you get back out there."

To be entirely truthful, Oscar had no desire to trust Danny right now. Not when he had just gone through an entire spill on why Oscar shouldn't let his (non-existent!) love life keep him away from the ocean. Right now, the only thing keeping him from his board on the waves was Danny. Hypocrite, much?

Despite everything running through his mind, Oscar obliged, sitting back, his hand met his thigh, thumb sliding slowly up and down the path of skin. Someone had described it once as his grounding technique. A way to calm himself.

Oscar needed to calm himself.

A few minutes later, he reached for his board as well, Propped It over his chair so that his other thumb could rub circles into the smooth plastic. Two things he could feel… or something.

Having his board in his hand somewhat helped with the itch. His personal board was light blue, unlike the white one he used in tournaments or the orange one his sponsor had him pretend was his regular. Oscar had many personal boards, all personalized in different ways, but this one was one of his favourites, and it was blue.

Danny turned his head towards Oscar, A smile growing on his face. "You're eager to get back in the ocean."

Oscar nodded, his eyes glued to the horizon. The flag had changed, he noticed. Yellow now. The wind must have picked up. Oscar hadOscar hadn't even noticed the way the wind had been running through him, drying his hair. Now that he thought about it, maybe it was windier.

"Those are some good waves," Danny began.

"Yeah," Oscar continued, breathlessly, like ocean was a partner in a beautiful dress and Oscar wanted her all to himself. He swallowed, trying to come to his senses. "Shame you didn't bring your board."

"I'll be alright, sport. More than happy watching you for the day, mate."

Oscar flushed. And that was when Oscar saw it. Thought he saw it. He wasn't watching for it, he just, happened to be looking when he saw, for a split second, someone- something- some.. shadow. A Dark Reflection in the Ocean's Distance, hoisted up on the rocks just like the day before. Oscar looked to Danny, considering saying something, but the second his glanced dotted back to the rocks, the shadow was gone. Something in Oscar's heart sank.Maybe his entire heart.

Danny seemed not to notice a thing. Oscar wondered what Danny would do in his postotion, but he knew Danny wasn't like him. Danny wasn't bad at social situations like him. If Danny had met the swimmer yesterday, he'd have the man's full name, mothers maiden name, name of the team he swam for, and probably a day for the near future set up to meet again. Not to mention the guys Facebook by the end of the day so that they could make more friends.

Oscar looked at Danny. He was just… sociable like that.

Oscar caught a glimpse of a dolphin in the distance. The tail end from the end of a jump. It wasn't rare to see them when it was windy like this. Oscar always assumed that the dolphins liked to surf as well. Speaking of surfing, Oscar shifted uncomfortably. There was nothing he wanted more to be back on his board in the ocean right now.

He moved, slowly, scared Danny would tell him to sit back. Carefully, he stood.

"You going back out?" Was all Danny had to say about it.

Oscar nodded and Danny let him go, thankfully. Oscar didn't know what he'd do if he had to spend another minute drying out on that beach.

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─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ CHAPTER TITLE || The Ocean in the Stranger's Eyes

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── SURFER ! OSCAR PIASTRI / MERMAN ! LANDO NORRIS

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Remember to leave a comment / reblog. Kind words help motivate

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── I don't know anything about surfing,, sorry

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Oscar goes home, and realizes he never asked the stranger's name

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Oscar followed the stranger's gaze, the cool beach wind pressing against him, he could feel the hair that was pressed to his face with moisture starting to dry, a subtle hint at just how long Oscar had been talking to this stranger.

"Yeah.." he muttered watching the sun on the horizon, because the stranger was right. Exactly like that one. And if the wind kept at it, this set would be perfect. Oscar padded slowly away from the rock, his eyes staying glued to the rolling water in the horizon. "Just like that," He echoed, glancing back towards the stranger who was still anchored to the rock. When he met the man's eyes, they were already on him. Watching with interest, and whatever else lay underneath those delicate, mysterious eyes. It seemed that Oscar had a show to put on. A judge to entertain. He'd better get out on the water, then. Before he missed all the good waves.

Oscar shifted on the board, going from his previous seated position to a paddling set. The coming wave passed underneath him as he pushed himself further into the ocean, away from the groupings of rocks where he had met the stranger. The next wave was already building, Oscar could see it. He could feel, hear, the ocean rumbling as it came in. It was faster than Oscar was expecting, maybe even too fast. On a normal day, catching this wave would have been no problem for the Australian, but trying purposely to time a wave like this improperly? Oscar stood, but he couldn't get his footing, couldn't take control of his board. The ocean, cold and unforgiving as it could be at times, shoved him into the water, enveloping him with a splash.

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ CHAPTER TITLE || The Ocean Through Glass Shards

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── SURFER ! OSCAR PIASTRI / MERMAN ! LANDO NORRIS

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Remember to leave a comment / reblog. Kind words help motivate

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── This chapter is short but the next is much longer

─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ Oscar is approached by a stranger who likes his surfing

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It wasn't until he heard the voice that he even noticed someone else was so far out. There weren't many surfers left, after all, and the ones that remained were lingering way back towards the shore. Many of them getting ready to leave, the ones who weren't, waiting for one last set before turning in as well.

That was what Oscar was doing. Hoping to get one last good wave in before heading home. Something that would make up for having to take the escape route on the last one. He was too far out to hear anyone else, but still, he heard.

"That was crazy."

Oscar stopped paddling, looking around. He saw no boards, no surfers, no boats, and certainly not any swimmers. Not this far out. Not with the way the ocean had darkened into its deeper tones and the sky was painting itself orange.

But Oscar knew he had heard something, and without realizing it, he had let the word fall from his lips. "Huh?"

"That. What you just did. it was crazy cool. Can you do it again?"

I've been building up a collection of too many incorrect quotes with SBSP characters. so I finally made a place to dump them all here

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Mod is Charlie and uses he/its pronouns

and... that's about it!