Formula One Reader Insert

Mick Schumacher; Prince and Pauper.

Yeah I watched the Barbie one recently don't judge me, he's so ken🫠 this might be fucking long well see how my imagination runs will run wild

I'm so sorry with how long this took me to write - I have been on my IG and become friendly with the admin of SchumacherAngels (I live for her she's so lovely go give her a follow) - if you see this, yes I am the person who was hunting down Max Günther at the Formula E

Underlined as always is foreign conversation (aka it'll be mandarin as ready speaks to a person)

A pun in here is mainly for any of my German readers, I hope you appreciate it if you are

ALSO SLUTTY WHITE PIRATE SHIRT MOMENT INBOUND

WELCOME TO MY FIRST AU - PRINCE MICK HERE WE COME

For those of us who like/love classic literature, I have pulled a quote and slightly rewritten it from pride and prejudice - I have put this in italics.
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"What on earth do you think you are doing?!" Yelled Gretchen, a wicked woman who knew nothing besides false smiles and expensive taste. "Your grandfather didn't leave everything to me for no reason, girl. I do not care if you are Senna by blood, you are certainly not my grandchild by any means and you will do as I say at once!" The woman continued to yell, watching as the girl with greasy (H/C) hair threw all her personal affections into a sack and walked past her. "How dare you ignore me whilst I am speaking to you!" The wretched wench continued to yell, raising her hand to take a backhanded swipe at the young girl. As her hand moved, a strong yet slight grip caught her arm and twisted it, causing the woman to cry out.

"My name is Lady (Y/N) Senna, granddaughter of the once all-powerful Ayrton Senna and I will not be treated like this anymore!" The young girl screamed as her strength twisted the hag's arm with more force than she realised. "I will be in touch for my estate, and will be somewhere that is not important nor your business!" She cast her (E/C) eyes to the floor before stamping harshly on her step grandmother's foot, digging the worn-out heel of the boot into the taught flesh. The old witch wailed as (Y/N) ran through the house doors and away, heading into the nearest village to hail a carriage to her closest family member - her uncle, Lord Nigel Mansell. "Take me as close as you can to the border, make haste good sir!" She instructed as she tumbled into the carriage, sack in hand before being thrown backwards as the horses spiritedly down the beaten tracks.

"My lady, we are as close as I can take you to the border." The carriage driver said, a young man by the name of George informed her after what felt like an eternity of being a passenger. "I sadly don't have the jurisdiction to go further under my employer." He continued, hopping down and opening the door for her, holding her hand as she stepped down and clung to her bag. "With how the north has felt, it would be best I avoid going there."

"There is no need for you to follow me further, Master George." (Y/N) said, grinning softly at the blond boy as he adjusted her bag better to sit on her back with the use of a couple horse reigns. "This has done me tremendous favour, I will be sure to write to Torger and thank him for your employment."

"You needn't do that, Lady (Y/N). Your friendship these years has been kind enough." He argued, wrapping his arms around her shoulders. Her arms tied tightly around him, her head hiding in his chest as she heaved a sigh. "I will be back home soon, George. I'll write to you when I can, but please keep my estate safe."

"I will be sure to ask Stefano to tighten up security on the land, and I will do patrols around the land when I am available." He said as he lifted his friend's head from his being. "I swear it."

"Carmen is one lucky lady," (Y/N) said, patting his back before pulling her arms from him. "If it wasn't for the fact you were destined, I would've married you." She joked, hearing him chuckle softly.