#schuclerc

[schumi-nadal]

Mick Schumacher & Charles Leclerc - Spanish Grand Prix 2024 🇪🇸

New Schuclerc content unlocked 🔓👀✨

[renrapp]

Charles + mentioning Mick unprompted

[princemick-archive]

Mick driving Seb around and saying hi to Charles during the 2022 Brazilian GP drivers parade

[princemick]

DTS season 5 episode 4

[milflewis]

schuclerc + restaurant

probably not what you want but is what came out

“How is Seb?”

Mick glances at him. Charles doesn’t look as tired as he did last year, DNF after disappointing race after DNF, biting his mouth in a smile with every interview. He’s P2 in the championship right now, or maybe P3, Mick can’t keep up. George and him keep trading it back and forth, Lewis firmly in P1 for the past two races. Charles, at least, finished in Monaco this year in the points.

“Alright,” Mick says, shrugging. He moves his bag off of the chair beside him when it looks like Charles is going to stay and hover. “But bored I think. Baking a lot. Gardening. He said something about sustainable farming in Mexico last week that I think he’s going to check out.”

“Ah.” Charles folds himself into the seat, graceful in his ungracefulness. There’s a pink mark along the top of his left cheek. Mick wonders if he fell asleep in the drivers briefing again, chin in hand. “That sounds like him.”

The paddock is slowly emptying. It’s getting late. Mick should head soon. He’s not racing tomorrow but he is supposed to casually appear in the Williams garage to say hello to Alex. He’s hoping to leave earlier enough that he can pop in to see Guanyu before his practise session.

He stays where he is.

“Has he.” Charles stops, chewing at the inside of his cheek, mouth pursing. “Has he been talking to Lewis, do you know?”

Jenson was doing post race interviews last week and he made Lewis, grinning and sweating and triumphant, laugh for most of his five minutes. Mick sent it to Sebastian who left it on read.

“No, I don’t know.”

Lewis could very well win this year. He could win his eighth which, Mick would’ve thought, Sebastian would want to be here for, after everything, especially after what happened last time. Charles doesn’t look at him for a long moment before exhaling, fingers rubbing at his mouth.

“But I don’t think he has,” Mick says and when Charles does look at him, his eyes are very brown and very wide and very sad. Like, twenty percent of my problems would be solved if you would keep your eyes closed and never look at me like that, Mick wants to say to him. It’s distracting.

“I should say it to him.”

“Yes.” Charles brightens, smile tucking into his cheeks. Mick despairs over himself. “You should, and then maybe I could? Subtly, of course, but it would be a shame for Sebastian not to be here. No matter what happens. They — there is a lot to lose here.”

He waves a hand, watch flashing, and Mick doesn’t know if he’s talking about Formula One in general or the title or Lewis and Sebastian but he does know that Charles Leclerc has never been subtle a day in his life.

“Right. Sure.” And when Charles smiles at him, teeth bright, eyes wide, Mick is helpless to not smile back.

“Don’t worry, Mick,” Charles says, swaying into Mick’s space, bumping his shoulder against his, and swaying back out. He’s smells of warm air and sweat and expensive cologne. “We won’t be like them. I promise to call you everyday after we retire.” He crosses his chest.

Mick kind of wants to reach out and break those fingers for carefully saying retire instead of not racing. He wants to hold them close and press his mouth along the curve and slope of his knuckles, sucking them into his mouth until they’re all he can taste. He also just wants to hold them between his, memorise their shape, and pretend that he knows how the car feels under them when he sees Charles’s onboard.

“And is that supposed to be an incentive…..?”

Charles laughs, heheing his hyena laugh that Carlos loves to mimic whenever he can, moving into Mick’s space again, warm and solid, hand on Mick’s elbow.

“You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.”

Mick shakes his head and lets his mouth curl up at the corners, looking up through his lashes like he watched Sebastian do all ROC. “Bet you say that to all the boys.”

Charles coughs, spluttering, cheeks flushing red as his polo, and Mick’s smile widens.

—

“So.” Charles falls into step beside him. He’s wearing black and white checkered pants and a Ferrari branded jacket, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. It’s unzipped at the throat, necklace glinting in the sun. “Have you talked to Seb like we said?”

Mick looks up at the sky. It’s very blue and very clear, yawning wide above him. Roscoe trots ahead of them, cameras following him more than either of them, though a few break of to snap a few pictures of Charles in all his world championship leading glory. Mick is fairly sure he forgot to brush his hair this morning.

“Yes,” Mick says because Charles looks like he’s about to ask the question again. “I have.”

“And?” Charles is half walking sideways to watch Mick’s face. He would’ve nearly bumped into three people already if they hadn’t moved out of the way. He looks ridiculous. Mick wants to pull him at his collar and press his nose under his ear, breathing him in.

Mick shrugs. “He hasn’t talked to Lewis.”

Charles visibly deflates, shoulders slumping, mouth turning down. He perks up again, like a cartoon character and not a real actual living person who drives Mick insane on a daily basis, when Mick continues, “But he says he will.”

“Okay, great!” Charles smiles at him before squinting, dimming a little when Mick doesn’t keep talking. “Is that not great?”

Mick hums, tilting his head from side to side. Roscoe looks back at them before continuing on, content that he is still being diligently followed. “Depends. He says that he will talk to Lewis if he wins this weekend’s race.”

Charles stops short as Mick keeps walking. Esteban spots the two of them as he heads their way, raising a hand in hello, before he sees whatever is on Charles’ face and ducks into the Alpine garage.

Charles jogs to catch up. “That wasn’t very funny.” He is smiling anyway, which, Mick knows, isn’t how to tell if Charles Leclerc is upset or not but he isn’t doing that horrible thing with his eyebrows that makes Mick want to cry when he sees it so Mick thinks it’s probably alright.

“Yeah, it kind of was,” Mick says. “It was Sebastian’s idea, anyway.”

Charles rolls his eyes, waving a hand, watch flashing. “It’s always Sebastian’s idea. He thinks he is very funny, that man.”

“To be fair, he often is.”

Charles grins, easy and casual and all old school Hollywood, hair falling into his eyes, lashes dark. He pushes it away. “That is true.”

They walk in silence for a while, the snap shutter of cameras in the background. Mick watches Roscoe’s little legs eat up the concrete. He wonders if Angie has had her walk yet today.

“What will you do after all of this, do you think?” Charles has that look on his face that he gets sometimes, distant and remote, mouth a sharp line.

“I don’t know.” Mick eyes him warily. If Charles says retire again Mick might have to kill someone just so he doesn’t scream himself hoarse.

“Yes.” There’s a little divot in between Charles’s eyes, perfect and small and devastating. Mick’s thumb could cover it if he reached out and touched it there. “Neither do I.”

This championship race isn’t like last year, easier and harder in very different ways. Easier because Ferrari seems to have more of its shit together, quicker in the pitstops, smarter with the strategy. Harder too because now it’s more on Charles, now, somehow, there is even less room for error when it is all on you. And then of course, he is racing against Lewis which is a whole other thing. Not that George, this year, or even Max, last year, arent difficult opponents but. Still.

“Maybe I will do what Yuki keeps talking about,” Mick says, desperate suddenly for Charles to stop looking like that. For him to go back to smiling. Toto will not be impressed if there’s pictures circling where Mick is talking to Charles who looks like he’s about to cry.

Charles looks at him, eyebrows raised. “Yuki?”

“Yeah.” Mick shoves his hands in his pockets. Roscoe is starting to slow, the heat and the long walk beginning to get to him. Mick will have to head back to the garage soon. “Start a restaurant, you know? Good food. Maybe some love music. Outdoor seating.”

Charles throws back his head when he laughs, neck a long tanned line. A few people stop to stare. Mick tries not to roll his eyes. He doesn’t try to bite back his smile.

“That is not a bad idea, mate.” Charles says, nudging Mick with his elbow. “I would go. Bring Arthur.”

Mick exaggerates a horrified expression to see Charles laugh again. It’s a nice sound.

“What kind of food would you make?” Charles is seems very invested in an idea that Mick is still very unsure about and nearly mostly a joke.

“French. To make my ancestors proud.”

This time when Charles laughs, Mick laughs with him.

[schumaclerc]

riel’s 1k celebration 🌈 requested by @princemick​​ ↳  charles/mick + professional red

[brawn-gp]

CHARLES LECLERC & MICK SCHUMACHER Thursday press conference | Abu Dhabi GP 2022

[maranello]

ABU DHABI, 2022 — Charles Leclerc and Mick Schumacher at the drivers’ press conference. (Photo by dpa picture alliance)

[singsweetmelodies]

a wednesday in a café

schuclerc ~ coffee shop/royalty au ~ 8.3k words ~ rated t

Now, Mick isn't usually the kind of person who believes in fate, but this coincidence is too good to just wave away. "Well, Charles. It seems like the two of us were always destined to meet someday."

AKA, the one with coffee shops, princes, and beautiful idiots.

my gift for @princemick for the chircus secret santa! 🎄❤️☕ happy holidays!!

[schumi-nadal]

Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you @yoellglia, @shambolicchaos and @rafasbiscuits for tagging me (I'm very late, but you're used to it), I love reading your answers and more, I love reading your works, please go on with writing sweeties ♥

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I have eight works but two of them are just translations of two so my works.

Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us (Titanic 1997 & Titanic 2012)

Not just a game (FR)/Not just a game (ENG) (Formula 1 RPF)

I will always believe in you (Tennis RPF)

Caught in the storm (Tennis RPF)

And baby makes three (Tennis RPF)

It's just a bad day, not a bad life (Tennis RPF)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

Wait, I need to do maths? 😫

114859 words if I'm correct and if my phone works 🧐

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I wrote a Titanic fic and a Formula 1 RPF fic an eternity ago (I really need to post the next chapters btw), some Tennis RPF too and I just started writing a MotoGP RPF oneshot.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Not just a game (ENG) - 80 kudos

Caught in the storm - 37 kudos

Not just a game (FR) - 29 kudos

I will always believe in you - 25 kudos

And baby makes three - 18 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes, I always do! I write fics in small fandoms, we are a family so of course i'm answering to everyone! ❤

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Didn't finish it yet but probably: Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I don't know... maybe Caught in the storm. 🤔

8. Do you get hate on fics?

The only hate I get is from me Never, my readers are the best! ❤

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I tried, but I just can't, even if I'm the first one to read smut. 😂

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Well, Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us is a crossover with the Titanic 1997 movie and the Titanic 2012 minseries. But it was not crazy I guess.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope, who would want to steal my garbage? 😂

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. By myselft. That's it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No, but I would love to if someone wants! 👀

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

Well, I wrote a lot about Casper and Matteo (Ruudettini) power and at the moment everything is about Fabio and Marc (Mabio supremacy) BUT my all time favorite ship will always be Drarry (yeah, nothing to do with what I'm writing 😭).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I WILL FINISH MY WORKS IN PROGRESS, IT'S A PROMISE!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Knowing that people enjoy what I'm writing is my biggest strenght 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am unpredictable and irregular: a day, I can write 6-7 pages in a row in a few hours and the day after, I'm just staring at a blank page. 🥴

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I love it, I do it in English when I translate my works haha.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First since I start writing for myself in middle school was a Bleach think. 🤣

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

I don't really know, I love my writing for Ce que la vie nous prend/What life takes from us but Not just a game holds a special place in my heart too and I need to finish those works fr. 🤩

Tagging: Nobody, i'm so late doing it so I don't even remember who already did it 😂 but if you want to do it, feel free to tag me!

[effervescentdragon]

now write me schumilton to cleanse my brain from that

"Calm down," he thinks he hears a voice, but everything is too loud, and everything is too much, and he hearsfeelstastesseessmells everything. He knows he's zoning out, he knows it, but he can't get back, he can't stop it - the beating of the butterfly wings the dust in the air on his skinn the smell of the gasoline the light of the track the taste of the unclean water - he doesn't know how to stop it he can't think he can't breathe he can't -

"Mick," someone says, and then someone touches him, and he goes to growl but then his head is pushed into someone's neck and he hears the pumping of the blood in the veins and the smell of sweat and fuel and -

"Charles," he gasps, grabbing for him, pushing his fingers into Charles' hips, pulling him closer. "Charles."

"It's okay," Charles says, and Mick recognizes him, and all his senses focus back on Charles. "You're okay. I have you."

Mick licks at Charles' neck, and bruises Charles' hips, and doesn't let go.

[princemick-archive]

Charles and Mick in the new DTS S5 teaser

[killa-trav]

what do you think of sewis and schuclerc?

sewis: husbands in every way, there is so much history to these two and the fact that they have been able to maintain such a good relationship despite being rivals on track and then baku 2017 brought them even closer than before honestly says so much about them. they have literally been by each other’s sides since day dot and they have fr been there for each other throug thick and thin, i truly hope their friendship carries on now seb is retired, and lewis has met the family so like surely that’s an invitation for him to become the 6th member of the vettel family

schuclerc: insane deranged crazy boys. i swear every single presser they are having a mother’s meeting and i love that for them. if mick went to alfa like he should’ve when he joined f1 we would’ve been seeing schuclerc teammates bc i really don’t think carlsow would’ve been offered the contract extension had mick been at alfa romeo. also the fact that they both had seb give them advice here n there n literally both bleed ferrari makes me insane. honestly they are such an underrated ship which is weird bc out of the current driver ships i would say schuclerc is one of the very few where u can say yeh it makes sense

[princemick]

DTS season 5 episode 1

[milflewis]

Schuclerc - “This is why I normally don’t say yes to blind dates.”

“This is why I normally don’t say yes to blind dates.”

Charles groans, hitting his forehead against his crossed arms, rings sore on his cheek. “That’s probably a good idea,” he says, voice muffled. The waiter from before — tall, blond, blue eyes, nice arms — laughs above him and sets something down on the table.

“For your troubles.”

Charles lifts his head, squinting against the restaurant’s low lighting. The plate is small and round, chocolate mousse sitting directing in the centre, ice cream melting around its sides. Charles can smell it from here.

“I should be getting you cake,” Charles says, smiling at him, before wincing. “He was so terrible to you and your colleague. I am so sorry.”

The waiter — Mick, the tag on his shirt says — laughs again, winking, running a hand through his hair, sleeves rolled up. His watch slips slightly, tan line stark. Charles’s mouth waters suddenly.

“You’re alright, but thank you.”

[schumaclerc]

am sowwy for disrespecting you and not recognising you as THE main schumaclerc blog. schumaclerc would be such a power couple. mick and charles both making up like 6 places in the sprint. imagining them as teammates at ferrari joint in their campaign against ferrari's stupid ass decisions. both wrapped in the teams mythology with ferrari in their veins. maybe they don't get along at first like "you're Seb's other favourite aren't you" side eying each other suspiciously

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SJFHKJDFGVJD PLEASE OH MY GOD SORRY FOR FORGETTING ABOUT THIS FOR 4 WHOLE DAYS BUT NOW YOU'VE OPENED THE FLOODGATES OF MY BRAINTROT AND I'M NOT GONNA APOLOGIZE FOR THAT BECAUSE TECHNICALLY THIS IS YOUR DOING ANON, but god i live for the narrative that charles and mick are foils who wish one had what the other has.

like, you have charles, a prodigy primed by ferrari, whose once-in-a-lifetime talent garnered not only attention but pressure from the whole world to prove himself on these when-not-if claims of success. who despite having entered the scene like a fucking firecracker, feels like he hasn't proved himself enough when everyone knows exactly what he's capable and wishes he could see it too.

and then there's mick who, for better or for worse, is a fucking schumacher. he was born into this shit. he's ferrari royalty. but with that comes a lot of pressure too. he's good, yes, you don't win f3 and f2 doing jack shit, but with a name like his he feels like he needs to be even better to prove that he's more than just that.

and that's where their paths converge, entangled in 'i wish' and 'what if'. charles wishes ferrari was in his blood the way it is in mick’s, maybe that way he doesn’t feel like he constantly has to prove he belongs in this team despite being their most beloved—but it makes mick doubt if he'd be worth anything to ferrari if not for his name.

for fuck's sake they even share relationships with sebastian, both their mentors but they both see him so differently. for charles it's hero worship, admiration and respect. it's hoping he sees you as an equal and sees the potential in you. it's 'i could never give him advice because he's more experienced than me and who am i to do that'. but for mick, sebastian vettel is just seb. he respects him as a driver yes, but in the end he's his father's friend and now his. he's seb 'who watched me play angry birds on the plane when i was 11'. there's a friendliness between them that charles never had with sebastian and maybe it kills him but we'll never know.

god, if they were teammates at ferrari, they'd be out for blood. they'd try to pit two princes against each other but they've internalized their envy enough that it’s stewed into something more like mutual respect. they’ve both been through hell and back. strung along and dragged through the mud by their godawful bosses, but it’s only made their more resilient. they bounce back stronger. like, yeah, we’ve both been through shit. there’s no use in trying to kill each other trying to prove who deserves the crown. and i think that’s really neat.