Reader is secretly married to Lando, and she starts using his sim, she misses him and she wants to feel closer and also really wants to learn (even if she is not ready to admit that she always had a thing for learning how it would feel to be in an actual f1 car). She creates a profile for herself for fun: Mrs Norris (which of course no one thinks it’s actually her). She becomes so good at it that she ends up beating the whole grid one time, and everyone is just wondering who the hell is this person…
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Very unrealistic, but well… 😂😂😂😂
Lando Norris x Verstappen!Reader
Summary — It was only supposed to be a bit of fun, but really, what did she expect? Her surname might be Norris now, but she was born a Verstappen.
Notes — This was so fun!!!!!! Em, I will never not appreciate your cute ideas.
Lando had been gone for exactly twelve hours when she caved.
It wasn’t boredom—the Verstappen family didn’t do boredom. Her schedule was packed with gym sessions, influencer brunches, and brand events she had no real desire to attend.
But the apartment felt off without him. Too quiet. Too tidy.
And the sim rig—God, it just sat there. Smug. Taunting. Like it knew she’d eventually give in to its silent, high-tech seduction.
She told herself it was just curiosity. Racing was in her blood, even if she’d had zero interest as a kid. She used to stage silent protests just to get out of karting, sulking until her dad finally let her quit and focus on gymnastics instead.
Still, one harmless session wouldn’t hurt, right?
Just a few laps around Silverstone. Just something to do before bed.
Two hours later, she was red-faced, sweaty, and yelling at an AI Williams for brake-checking her into Turn 1.
She was terrible. Hilariously, painfully terrible.
But she was hooked.
—
By day three, she was watching tutorials, scribbling notes, and fine-tuning the seat and wheel setup like her life depended on it.
She texted Lando under the guise of checking in.
Hey handsome, you okay? Totally random, but what’s the best braking point for Eau Rouge?
He didn’t even question it—just sent a smug voice note with a full breakdown like she was a rookie on his team.
It made her want to destroy his time.
That night, she created a profile.
She debated using her real name, but that was a quick no. The username had to be anonymous… but also funny.
So she picked the most on-the-nose option possible.
@Mrs.Norris
It was meant to be a joke. A bit of fun. She never expected it to go anywhere.
She definitely didn’t expect to get good.
—
Two weeks in, she was holding her own in online lobbies. Four weeks in, she was winning. All of them.
Six weeks in, she entered a public charity sim race and beat George, Charles, and Alex.
The stream chat lost its collective mind.
Who TF is Mrs. Norris???
Actual alien pace.
Lando alt??
Plot twist: it’s Max Verstappen in disguise.
That last one made her laugh so hard she nearly fell out of the rig. The idea that they thought her brother was racing under her married name? Unhinged enough to make her cry.
Then came the text from Lando.
Lando:
Baby, are you using my sim under the username Mrs. Norris?
You:
Yep. And I beat them all.
Lando:
No. Shut up. You did not.
You:
Duh. I might be a Norris now, but I was born a Verstappen.
—
When he finally got home after the triple-header, he walked in to find her mid-race, cursing like a sailor, laser-focused, fire in her eyes.
He leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, smirking.
She crossed the finish line five seconds clear of second place.
Slowly, she removed the headset. Even slower, she turned to face him, cheeks flushed pink.
“Hi,” she said softly, suddenly shy.
He didn’t say anything.
Then he grinned.
“Mrs. Norris,” he drawled, walking over to kiss her forehead, “we are so screwed if this gets out.”
She smiled. “It won’t. They think I’m Max.”
He leaned in, voice low. “You beat my Silverstone time.”
“Your fault for sounding all smug about Eau Rouge.”
He kissed her properly then, holding her like he hadn’t seen her in months.
And neither of them mentioned the way his hands trembled slightly at the thought of her in a real F1 car.
Because if her dad ever found out?
He’d have her in one tomorrow.
i've come to realize there are only two kinds of tragedies: preventable and inevitable. preventable tragedies are the kind where everything could have maybe worked out if only. if only romeo had gotten the second letter. if only juliet had woken up earlier. if only creon had changed his mind about antigone sooner. if only orpheus hadn't turned around.
inevitable tragedies are the kind where everything was always going to end terribly. of course macbeth gets deposed, he murdered his way to the throne. of course oedipus goes mad, he married his own mother. of course achilles dies in the war, he had to fulfill the prophecy in order to avenge his lover.
both kinds have their merits. the first is more emotionally impactful, letting the audience cling to hope until the very end, when it's snatched away all at once leaving nothing but a void. the second is more thematically resonant, tracking an inherent fatal flaw in its hero to a natural and understandable conclusion, making it abundantly clear why everything has to happen the way it does.
(all insights are based on textual evidence from Genshin Impact & the character Wiki Page) - Hazel’s character analysis are not official, just analytical*
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