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𝐍𝐇𝐋 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 N. Hischier Q. Hughes J. Hughes C. Bedard
𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 O. Piastri L. Norris M. Verstappen C. Leclerc
SUMMARY: Connor's a disaster when cooking. Baking though? He might have a better chance.
WARNINGS: None. Pure happiness. Enjoy.
There are a couple of things in life that one would consider a fact. The sky is blue. Winters are cold. Summers are hot. And…Connor Bedard was a complete disaster in the kitchen. He might be a force to be reckoned with on the ice, all speed and precision and control, but when it came to cooking? Not even close.
Take tonight, for example.
You’re having dinner at your place—your roommate, off on her own plans for the evening, left the apartment blissfully free for a cozy little date night with your boyfriend—when he casually drops a story about his morning.
“I’m telling you, nonstick pans are a scam,” he says, with a kind of stubborn finality that immediately makes you nervous about where this is going.
“Food always sticks to it, so why do they even call it that?” he goes on, stabbing his fork into his bowl like the memory still haunts him. “Babe, my eggs this morning? You could barely get them out. I had to stop by the shop downstairs to get an actual breakfast after I ate them.”
You blink at him. Part of you is horrified. Another part of you kind of wants to laugh.
i just fount to hell & back in tags and this latest chapter read it like a standalone and cried omg reading previous and waiting for updates now!
HAHAHAHA i'm glad it made you cry 😭😭😭 (literally no other words to express that sentiment, but it's positive!) chapter 4 will be outttttt......definitely after my vacation HAHAHA but it'll be soon!!!
WHERE YOU SENT BY SOMEONE WHO WANTED ME DEAD. DID YOU SLEEP WITH A GUN UNDERNEATH OUT BED WERE YOU WRITING A BOOK WERE YPU A SLEEPER CELL SPY. IN 50 YEARS WILL ALL THIS BE DECLASSIFIED
SUMMARY: Six months in and everythiing feels like it's new and fragile and safe all at the same time. Like it's right where they're meant to be. Just two people holding onto each other tight even when the world tries to pull them apart.
HELL & BACK MASTERLIST PREVIOUS CHAPTER | NEXT CHAPTER WARNINGS: None. I think this might hurt a little bit. Gets angsty at the end :)
Six months.
You’ve been his girlfriend for six months.
He’s kept you all to himself for six months.
And it’s been perfect.
Not the kind of perfect that’s loud and flashy, that demands to be seen or plastered across headlines. Your love is quieter than that. Softer. More gentle. A kind of perfect that breathes easy. A love he keeps close to his chest—not like a secret, but like a treasure. Something too precious to risk, too delicate to offer up to the noise.
You don’t exactly sneak around—Monaco’s privacy laws have done a lot of the heavy lifting—but you both keep things deliberately low-key. Moments spent tucked away in each other’s apartments, where the biggest decision is what to order for dinner and whether you can convince him to share.
He usually gets his meal plan—some overly calculated, protein-packed nonsense he pretends to enjoy—and you, of course, go for something that actually tastes good.
“You can have some, y’know?” you say, nudging your takeout container toward him with a grin.
“I gotta stay in shape,” he pouts. “Can’t be too heavy for the car.”
He bites his lip like he’s genuinely tempted, then dramatically digs back into what you’ve dubbed his ‘overly healthy disgusting athlete food’ after he let you try a bite that one time.
“Why is there no flavor?” you ask, nose scrunched like it personally offended you.
“Baby, I can’t have too much salt,” he says with a laugh.
“I’m begging you—save your tastebuds. I love you too much to let you keep eating this.”
His eyebrows lift, teasing. “Oh? You love me?”
Your cheeks flush immediately, giving you away. That’s all the answer he needs before leaning over and pressing a warm kiss to your temple, a smile playing at the corner of his lips.
You take hikes together, too. Quiet mornings in the mountains, far from any cameras or curious eyes—where the only ones who know your names are the trees and the wind. Where the air is light and clean, and the sun kisses your skin just enough to leave you both golden by the time you come back down.
Other times, you take weekend trips to sleepy corners of France, little towns with cobblestone streets and no real plans. He walks beside you with his hand resting on the small of your back, stealing kisses like secrets whenever no one’s looking.
He gives you a paddock pass, of course. You go to races. You’re there, always there, just not seen. Tucked away in his driver’s room, tucked into him when the world is too loud. You stand in the back of the garage, behind tinted glass or shaded corners, watching it all unfold. You aren’t the first to congratulate him when he wins—but you are the last. The only one that really matters. The one whose arms he falls into when it’s all over.
And he thinks that’s enough.
He thinks this—what you have, what you’ve built together in this quiet little corner of the world—is everything he needs.
But you both know.
Love this good?
It never stays hidden for long.
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SYNOPSIS Lando Norris is notorious for being a party boy—a fuck boy, even—with his numerous entanglements, fleeting thrills, and reckless nights. He's never expected to find anyone who could make him want more. But then he spots you—grounded, responsible, and effortlessly captivating—and he realizes he might be in trouble. All it took was one conversation, one exchanged number, and suddenly, the life he’s always known doesn’t seem as fulfilling anymore.
CHAPTERS ᡣ𐭩 One: I Thought I Had Everything, I Was Lonely ᡣ𐭩 Two: Got My Head In The Clouds, Counting All My Stars ᡣ𐭩 Three: Could You Tell Where My Head Was At When You Found Me? ᡣ𐭩 Four: Me And You Went To Hell And Back Just To Find Peace ᡣ𐭩 Epilogue: In My Ears, Said The World Was Ours
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