#smick

[umseb]

sebastian vettel celebrates mick schumacher winning his heat at the race of champions - 2025

[seb-boo]

[avida-heidia-5]

The elbow nudge!?

[ray935sworld]

SEB AND MICK REUNION AT RACE OF CHAMPIONS!!!!

[verzaches]

[notthehardtyres]

Ourselves and all things at your whim. Seb/Mick, 6.1k, general audiences. Based on (a prequel???? to) @rosyjuly's spoils of war.

“Your majesty…?” Mick’s brilliant blue eyes pierce the silence. He’s moved his bishop’s pawn up two spaces, into the square threatened by Sebastian’s pawn. Ironic, Sebastian thinks: the King’s Gambit. “For now, I think it’s best we stick to the terms of the agreement,” Sebastian replies. He tries to sound matter-of-fact, but Mick looks chastised regardless, his eyes flicking back down to the chess board. “Of course,” he says, uncharacteristically meek. Sebastian hovers a finger over his king’s pawn. Even now, he would be justified in locking Mick in the castle dungeons—Toto’s exact course of action might not be evident yet, but there’s no doubt as to his intentions, and Sebastian should respond in kind. Know I will not show you mercy, he should say. Know what awaits allies who betray me.

HERE ON AO3! <3

[sadsackpostteen]

The personification of a 🐕woof

[seb-boo]

mapping every inch of his back

[orchestratedemotion]

… I’ve just realised that Roostermav and Smick are the same ship in different fonts. Boy grows up surrounded by dad’s best friend, maybe has a crush in the throes of puberty, at some point loses dad, ends up in the most ethically discouraged yet deliciously compelling daddy issues relationship. No wonder I was so drawn to Roostermav.

[avida-heidia-5]

Seb crossing his fingers for Mick 🥹💓

My heeaaarrrttt…

[12romy]

Charles/Seb - 6

Seb/Mick - 22

Thank you for the prompt! I decided to write the second one ;)

Enjoy~

One habit that Mick had from his father, in Seb's opinion, was the nasty one of creating in him a turmoil of life crisis when he was expecting it the least. Michael had liked to point out unexpecting things about Sebastian that he hadn't noticed himself. A bad driving habit, a weird habit, an unhealthy way to cope. Always when they were both chilling, catching Sebastian unaware each time.

Mick was the same. A small off-hand remark that came and shattered Seb's inner peace.

They were spending a few days together in Sweden before the beginning of ROC, just the two of them. They had rented a small cabin on the seaside and were currently warming themselves in front of the fireplace after a long walk in the snow.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice," Mick said, suddenly. A chill ran down Seb's spine, and when he found the courage to put his book down, he found Mick looking right at him.

"Er, I have no idea what you're talking about…"

Mick smiled, shrugged a little. "Just saying. You finally stopped looking at me like I'm a kid. I like it."

Sebastian swallowed dryly, trying to keep a poker face and find an appropriate way to answer. Surely, Mick hadn't caught on… That.

"Well, you're all grown up, now," he deflected, and Mick raised an eyebrow.

"Hm-mhm. And like, I was just wondering exactly how you were going to make a move. I'm getting a little tired of waiting."

This time, Sebastian choked on air.

"I- what?" he gasped, struggling to catch his breath.

"Well, yeah, it's pretty evident you wanna fuck me soooo… Could we like… Get on with it?"

"Get on… Jesus, Mick! Are you trying to kill me?"

"No, I'm trying to get in your pants. In case it wasn't clear enough." Mick made a move with his hand to keep Sebastian from talking. "And please, keep your moral objection for yourself. I'm a consenting adult."

"I- I… Mick," he hissed, trying to sound disapproving. It failed. The way he said his name sounded almost like a prayer.

Mick grinned, and got up from his armchair to straddle Seb's legs, bringing their face close together.

"So, are you gonna kiss me, old man? For a racing driver, you're pretty slow…"

Sebastian growled at the obvious provocation, and pulled Mick by the neck, crushing their lips in a furious kiss. He bit Mick's lower lip in the action, drawing some blood - Mick did not complain, and let him lick it away.

[softpinkshirt]

Lewis can see it in his mind, clear as day. Mick walking into Seb’s house, knowing he was always welcome, worried. Then the scent, like fruit blossoms. The scent that had carried Lewis across the Atlantic many times.

Then, teeth

[antimonyandthyme]

sebmick vampire au in which

Seb’s a professor at the university and when he comes in for his lecture there’s always this lad standing politely outside the hall wouldn’t take a step in looks so shy doesn’t really make eye contact and Seb jokes, “Do you need me to invite you in?”

And the lad swallows, stares at the ground and nods.

And Seb, bemused, goes “Alright then, come on in.”

And the lad bolts into class takes a seat and listens to everything Seb says with the most attentive of faces. His essays are Seb’s favourites. His practical sums are so neatly done Seb imagines he could line them up with a ruler. There’s no reason why anyone would put this much effort into GEOG 101. Maybe the lad just wants a really good grade. Maybe the lad wants to impress him—don’t go there, he tells himself.

Still, Seb saves Mick’s essays for last. Almost a treat, the last paper he marks before he goes to bed.

Every Monday Wednesday and Friday finds Mick standing outside his lecture hall. And every time, Seb beckons him in. “You’re welcome here,” or “Come on,” or “I’m inviting you in.”

By the end of the semester Seb’s so invested in this kid but it’s nothing beyond professional, of course. Nothing to do with Mick’s soft voice during office hours, asking Seb questions Seb’s pretty sure he already knows the answer to, or how Mick’s hair looks so soft to the touch, or how his skin almost glistens in warm light. By the end of the semester Seb resolves to encourage Mick to step into a lecture hall without coaxing. Reasons it’s for Mick’s good, building some confidence in himself. It wouldn’t do for Mick to miss classes if a Professor wouldn’t invite him in, would it?

“Come on,” Seb says, even though Mick’s panicked eyes are a little unsettling. “You can do it.”

“No,” Mick says tightly. “I can’t.”

Everyone’s different. Everyone’s got their own hang ups and fears. This is a strange one, walking into spaces without an invitation, but Seb’s not one to judge. “I know you can,” Seb says cheerfully.

Mick shakes his head, terrified.

Seb smiles, tries to ease Mick with some gentle ribbing. “You’re not a vampire, Mick, you don’t need permission to exist. Come on. It’s easy.”

Mick stares. Seb watches as his jaw clenches. As something age-old passes across his face and as he braces himself and steps into the lecture hall.

“There we are,” Seb exclaims. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Mick doesn’t respond. It takes Seb a moment to realize why—

Twin trails of blood, leaking from his nose. His skin has turned from gold to grey. His breath coming out in staccato bursts, his eyes squeezed shut in pain. Mick drops to his knees, clutching his chest. The air passing through his mouth rattles from the liquid gathering in his lungs—

“You’re welcome here,” Seb shouts. “I invite you in. You have my permission. Mick—look at me.” The boy does, Icarus gazing at the sky. “You’re welcome here. Dammnit, listen to me, please.” Seb dabs wildly at Mick’s sluggishly bleeding nose with his own sleeve. “I’ve been cruel. Forgive me. You’re welcome here.”

Mick eventually stops shaking in Seb’s arms. The long, slanted glass windows of the lecture hall announce the arrival of dusk. It’s a good time for secrets. Seb presses a kiss into Mick’s forehead.

There. Now they both have one.

[seb-boo]

SEBASTIAN VETTEL congratulating MICK SCHUMACHER after he won his heat during the ROC 2025 NATIONS CUP.

[gonnaupdatethisrandomly]

Seb and Mick on their way to the track today

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[eltaninrmnv]

all these smick photos are getting me emotional like stopp😭😭