GaliPomPom
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Four things come back up in the wrong order: ice cream, speculoos, chocolates, and twenty years of Lewis Hamilton.
Nico Rosberg spends one night coughing up memories he thought he’d buried: childhood sweetness, teenage hunger, adult ambition.
A small, unsettling autopsy of rivalry, appetite, and the ghosts we keep in our throats.
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In the winter of 2055, a cognitively delayed omega — one of the last of his kind — is placed with a bonded alpha pair in a rural district of what was then central Germany. The placement is standard for the time: six weeks minimum, reimbursement active, check-ins pending. But by day sixty-one, all three are gone. No transfer, no termination, no ping.
What remains is the file: scent-sealed, margin-annotated, hauntingly intact. A log so meticulous it reads more like devotion than protocol — and entirely unredacted, which is rare enough to raise questions, even sixty-two years later.
This is not a policy brief. It is not fiction, officially. It is simply a reconstruction: one boy, two carers, and the quiet archival trail of something that might have been love, or obedience, or a bureaucratic glitch that went uncorrected long enough to become history.
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He was built to win. No one asked what it might cost him.
This is a story about a golden boy who cried too easily, asked too nicely, and wanted things no one ever promised him. A story of rules he never agreed to, and a man who enforced them anyway.
Sebastian wanted love. What he got was training.
Whether those two things ever learn to overlap is anyone’s guess.
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Let the record show: this is not a love story.
Or rather, it is — but not the kind with declarations and happy endings and one singular, beautiful narrative thread. It begins with a protein bar. A hospital. A boy who nearly disappeared and the man who refused to stop seeing him.
Charles is released from a Swiss psychiatric facility just in time to miss the season he should’ve ruled. Pierre finishes eleventh. Ferrari keeps making statements, Alpine pays for sushi, and Lando Norris doesn’t know when a joke becomes a promise.
Told out of order, because memory is faulty and trauma even more so, this story is about:
— the notebook Charles never meant anyone to read
— the email Pierre never wanted to write
— and the scars neither of them can stop touchingIn the end, they survive. But survival is not the same as being okay.
Featuring: post-attempt recovery, visible scars, press manipulation, mirror sex in Vegas, a wildly inappropriate amount of sushi, and one very worried narrator who knows that love doesn’t fix people — it just rearranges the furniture in their drowning house.
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- Part 2 of Drowning House Theory
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If you are looking for a story where two handsome young men win every race, achieve emotional stability, and resolve all their inner demons with a well-timed hug, kindly exit through the gift shop.
If, you, however, are interested in Charles Leclerc — who forgot how to stay, and Pierre Gasly — who stayed anyway. It is about survival, and hunger, and the terrible ways love teaches you to live even when you’re not sure you want to. It is about pasta left uneaten, phones left behind in hotel rooms, and the strange, stubborn miracle of still being alive at the end of it all.
This is a story about healing very badly, racing very fast, and the undignified business of staying alive.
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- Part 1 of Drowning House Theory
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A series about Charles and Pierre, because no one else was making the kind of heartbreak I wanted to read — so I wrote it instead.
There are no chapters in grief, only doorways and repeats.
There is no moral, only persistence.
There is no map, only pasta, notebooks, and the occasional balcony.Love doesn’t save them. It just keeps showing up.
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For now he absolutely had to make them understand that they didn’t have run of the garages, of the team, not even of themselves. They were Mercedes AMG Petronas assets, and far too expensive to throw themselves around. To say nothing of the fucking cars.
After Barcelona 2016 Toto decides to take matters into his own hands to sort out Lewis and Nico.
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22 Nov 2025
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They came to a stop in front of the toilet. Lewis could see signs of Nico’s fruitless struggle, the strings of spit floating on the water at the bottom of the toilet bowl, the disturbed rug on which he’d been kneeling for who knows how long before giving up. This scene was familiar too. Nico had always been a terrible bulimic, his throat closed up and his stomach tightened and refused to give up its contents. Lewis had helped before, although not for years, not since their karting days. When Nico made himself sick after eating too much and just wanted it to stop, more than he wanted to keep his weight down ahead of a race.
“Same as always?”
Nico needs Lewis' help, and despite the title fight, Lewis goes to him.
Bookmarked by GaliPomPom
20 Nov 2025
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The blood of the covenant by CamilleDuDemon for lunaticaxmente, Sleepy_Anger
Fandoms: Formula 1 RPF
24 Oct 2024
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Reading is a good compromise. It helps filtering out the obnoxious mechanical ticking, keeps his eyes from watching the hands go round at a snail’s pace until his eyes burn and the slightly fluorescent material bleeds all over the clock, all over the pristine walls, pooling at his feet and sucking him in with a sickening sound of fizzing bubbles. Mark swallows, wets his lips. Tick-tock-tick-tock. He reads about one peculiar bioluminescent mushroom that’s safe to eat once it’s been soaked in saltwater - the ratio being 1:1 - for at least thirty-six hours and it’s considered a delicacy in some remote parts of the world. His heartbeat mimics the slow, heavy grinding of the cogs turning torturously inside the wooden ribcage of the clock, a metallic whirr digging deep within Mark’s ears, shoved like an icepick through some very vital part of his brain – the damage is done, otherwise he wouldn’t be here, squirming in his seat and nervously chewing on his own breath, hoping to steady it a little. Do you know, liebling, that Amanita Muscaria is edible, if cooked the right way? It wouldn’t kill you, it would only make you feel lightheaded for a while.
On some days, Mark can't actually tell what's normal anymore.
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18 Nov 2025
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Biology doesn’t care about lap charts or championships. It cares about continuation. About proving yourself worthy. A ripe omega in proximity would pull any ready alpha into peak state, make him want to show strength, resilience, skill—a vestigial function coded into bone, muscle and blood, long before anyone invented an internal combustion engine.
If Mark's ruts were hitting harder, if he was clawing at the sheets longer at night, if he was driving like a man possessed, it wasn’t because he was weak. It was because he was efficient. Tuned to purpose.
That was all it was. A biological feedback loop. Sebastian smelled right—smelled fertile, open, meant for him—and Mark’s system responded the only way it knew how. Drive harder. Bite down. Be better. Convince the omega, by sheer display of dominance, that you were the one who’d keep the family alive through the winter.
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17 Nov 2025
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Some things never change. Mark can smell Sebastian’s scent before he sees him. A part of him is praying to anything above that Sebastian will stay in his corner. But God hates Mark.
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08 Nov 2025