Synopsis: Nanami is your long-distance fiancé due to work, and he's secretly going to travel to surprise you for Valentine's Day.
WC: 900~
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"Happy Valentine's day I miss you love" Nanami said on FaceTime.
Yes, it was Valentine's day the sweetest time of the year. Of course, you were so happy to have a sweet loving, and handsome fiancé like nanami but it wasn't the same when he wasn't around in person.
"Happy Valentine's day to you to Kento" You smiled at him.
After a few more minutes of chatting it sadly was time to hang up the phone.
"Hey, I have to go now Y/N I'll call you later hmm?" Nanami said.
"Okay, Ken I'll see you later " You replied.
"Alright love you".
-
Despite feeling sad your fiancé wasn't there with you, you weren't exactly helping your case either by moping around watching romantic dramas all day.
You finally decided to get up from the couch wrapped in your blanket to find something to eat.
You decided that just some cereal would do the trick and hopped back on the coach
A few uneventful hours passed by and you began to fall asleep.
-
[Nanami's pov]
"Finally..." Nanami said relived as he got off the plane. He debated calling you but ultimately decided to continue to keep this a surprise.
Walking out of the airport he sees the familiar car waiting for him.
It's Ijichi he thought.
He opens the door greeting him before entering the car.
"What's got you here in a rush?" Ijichi teased already knowing the answer.
Everyone knows how soft it is for you and only you. It was hard to miss considering how serious and focused he can be at work his attitude and demeanor always took a 180 around you.
Nanami slightly blushed feeling like he already been caught. Was I that obvious? He thought to himself.
" You already know the answer" he replies to Ijichi as he looks out the window.
-
[Nanami's pov con.]
Ijichi drops me off at Y/n's place. I love it here it's home but I sigh if only we weren't always so far apart we would've already been moved in together and married...
I shake those thoughts off. That's not what's important right now it's about her not me right now. He thinks to himself, grabs the keys, and unlocks the door.
He enters quietly and softly shuts the door behind him.
He walks further into the living room seeing you fast asleep on the couch in your pjs.
The sight warms his heart seeing you at ease puts him at ease.
He walks over to you and cups your face.
"I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier." He whispers quickly looking at you with so much love in his eyes.
He's so regretful of the distance. He can't believe he still isn't able to call you his wife.
It's all his fault He thinks to himself as he looks at the TV to see the dramas you fell asleep to and sighs, taking a seat next to you on the couch putting your legs on his lap.
-
[Your pov]
After a while, you finally wake up with a yawn rubbing your eyes.
To your surprise you saw Nanami fast asleep on the couch right next to you as he held your legs like it was it they were in danger.
You look at the coffee table and noticed al the gifts he brought for you warming your heart.
You slowly get your legs off him and reposition yourself by lying on his lap.
Despite your subtle attempts Nanami is unfortunately always on high alert.
He wakes up and looks down at you looing back up at him with a smile.
Your smile makes his heart skip a beat. You never failed to make him flustered. With every smile, every hug every kiss it feels like the first time and he falls in love with you again and again.
He smiles back at you and cups your face. "Surprise!" He says with his sleepy voice you came to miss so much.
"I can't believe you're here" you say and you hug his chest.
"Yeah... I just wanted to surprise you.." He replied
You sensed a subtle change in tone and sat up to look up to him.
"What's wrong Ken" you posed worried.
Nanami wasn't really one to get very emotional but he is still human so sometimes it slips and you pick up on it.
He sighs placing a hand on his forehead " I just wish that my showing up wouldn't be a surprise. I want to be able to see you every day. I know it's all my fault anyway, and I think I just ruined today it wasn't supposed to be about this its supposed to be about you-"
"Hey that's not fair Ken, today is about us not just you and it's not your fault at all! If anything I wish I had looked nicer since you're here." You giggled a little.
"Love you have no idea, I love you so much I don't care what you're wearing fancy or without-." He paused gaining an idea from his words.
"That actually gives me an idea. Why don't we ditch this convo and I'll show you what I mean." He says with a smirk connecting your lips with his leaning you down on the couch.
Lewis fanfic where he reveals he's engaged and everyone loves her but thinks she's shy and quiet. Then her secret instagram and Twitter get revealed and it's just her being unhinged and defending Lewis like crazy. The fans are loving it and the drivers are going crazy and a bit confused.
WRITTEN + SMAU
this was so fun to write to the point I forgot to inlcude other drivers,,, I'll make a bonus part for that❤🩹
(for othr requests, please do wait, I'm working on it😊)
Ferrari Masterlist
Always Choosing Lewis
Lewis Hamilton x fiancee!reader
From a secret account to the main one, everyone thinks you’re shy, but in reality, you’ve been running a secret account solely to defend Lewis. Tweets? Unhinged. Consequences? You may have just activated a very nervous PR team.
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your main profiles
your secret account
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lewishamilton
liked by mclarenofficial, ferrariofficial, landonorris and others
lewishamilton forever felt right with you💍
mercedesofficial: congratulations to you both
georgerussell: wow...congrats mate
charlesleclerc: congratulations
user: bro just casually dropped this, damn congrats!!
estebanocon: very happy for you, Lewis
user: ENGAGED?!?!
user: the privacy, the softness, the ring, AHH
ferrariofficial: cobgratulations❤
user: OMG OMG OMGGG
user: FINALLLYYYYYY
user: oh our calm girl and our f1 boy is now gonna get married???🥺
yourinstagram
liked by yourbff, yourmama, lewishamilton and others
yourinstagram some questions only ever have one answer, this one was always yes❤
user: shy queen energy
kellypiquet: congratulations💙
user: welcome to the family, y/n!
user: the caption??? crying
user: lowkey obsessed with her already😚
The apartment is wrapped in that soft, end-of-day quiet that only comes after everything slows down. The city lights glow faintly beyond the windows, traffic reduced to a low hum. You and Lewis are sunk into the sofa together, your legs tangled, his arm warm and steady around you. The TV murmurs in the background, something neither of you is really watching.
You're talking about groceries, about how long his meetings ran, about absolutely nothing. He looks relaxed in a way that still makes your chest feel full.
You glance up at him. “Are you hungry?”
He hums thoughtfully. “Actually, yeah... maybe a vegetable salad?”
"Okayyy" you say, smiling, and slide off the sofa.
You're halfway through washing vegetables when his voice drifts over.
“Love?”
“Yeah?"
“Can I check your Twitter for a sec? I sent you a link earlier and I wanna see if it opens properly.”
"Sure" you answer easily. "It's open already."
You keep chopping, not thinking about it, why would you? Behind you, you hear the familiar click of your phone unlocking, the faint sound of scrolling.
A pause.
Lewis saw the account but before that he changed the account, he gotta check the link first.
Then seconds later. “...You're really calm in public” Lewis says slowly.
You frown. “What?”
“You know” he adds, amused, “for someone who is absolutely destroying people on here.”
Your hands stop. “What do you mean?”
He laughs softly. “Babe, you've got a whole account just dedicated to defending me?”
Your stomach drops. You abandon the kitchen and walk back to the sofa. Lewis tilts the phone toward you, scrolling through replies you recognize immediately. The tone, the phrasing, the arguments.
Your secret account. Looks like he's stalking the account
"Oh" you say weakly
He smiles, shaking his head. “hm?”
You reach for the phone. “Okay, give it back. I was careful, I swear.”
He hands it over, still grinning. You sit beside him, instinctively switching back to your hidden account or at least, you think you do.
The second the tweet sends, you see it.
The profile photo, the verified check, your name.
Your blood runs cold.
Lewis goes very, very quiet.
“...Love” he says gently, “that's not the other account...”
You stare at the screen.
He bursts out laughing, like, full-on, shoulders-shaking laughter.
“You typed that right in front of me” he manages. “On your main account.”
You cover your face. “Lew! Omg!”
Lewis wipes his eyes from laughing too hard, still smiling. “I feel very defended.”
You can't help but groan “I'm deleting the app”
user: and the basis of this is the comment y/n made right?😭
user: it indeed sound crazy, mate but it make sense, but on the other hand, y/n is too calm for it right?
user: does her comment looks like calm to you?
user: but the account always sounded peronal, not a stan so I agree with OP
user: and the slip up made it possible to ignore
user: the timing of the tweets is weird too, it always pops up when Lewis is getting dragged
user: I watched some replays and compate the time of the posts, it disappears during races, the posts happened before and after races and busy time where she is present with Lewis
user: that would actually make sense
user: guys let's not assume, what if she really just defended Lewis because she's now his fiancee😭
user: Okay, this might be the thing that seals it for me, that account once posted a photo of Lewis. Not from a race weekend, not from a press event. Just a casual, candid, never reposted anywhere else. I saved it back then because it felt sooo cute and boyfie material and just now, I ran it through Google Lens. It doesn't exist anywhere on the internet, the only result google gives me is the account post.
user: that's a crazy observation wtf
user: explains why the account always sounded so certain.
user: these crazy peeps, she did commented once and you connceted all the dots😭
user: crazy mfs, at this point it's not even speculation, that account didn't just support Lewis, it protected him. and only someone who loves him and knows him too well like that would bother tbh🤷♀️
You typed on your phone, you don't need to hide it anymore, you're all in.
After days, it didn't die down, everyone continues to spiral and already convinced it's you on the same account
Media Duty arrives, it included your fiance, Max and Gabi
The three of them are seated side by side, branded backdrop behind them, cameras clicking nonstop. Lewis sits relaxed, legs crossed, hands folded neatly in his lap. Max is leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, already looking mildly entertained. Gabi sits forward, attentive, eyes flicking between them.
The interviewer smiles warmly. “Lewis, before we get into the race weekend, congratulations on your engagement.”
Lewis's smile softens instantly. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.”
Max glances sideways at him, lips twitching.
“And..” the interviewer continues, tone casual but curious, “the internet's been... very invested. Especially after some recent activity online involving your fiancee.”
Lewis exhales through his nose. He knows exactly where this is going.
The interviewer laughs nervously. “There was a lot of discussion about her being..how should I put it-less quiet than people initially thought?”
Lewis nods slowly. “Yeah. I think people made assumptions. I mean I found our about her account that very same day so..”
The interviewer grins, encouraged. “So, Lewis...how did you feel seeing her defend you so... passionately?”
Lewis looks up again, expression warm, unbothered. “Honestly? Loved it.”
Max lets out a sharp laughh. “Of course you did.”
Lewis shrugs. “I mean, I didn't ask her to. But knowing someone cares enough to speak up when things are unfair-yeah. That means a lot.”
Gabi smiles. “That's kind of cool actually.”
The interviewer hesitates, then asks the question everyone's waiting for.
“Do you think this changes how public she'll be going forward?”
Lewis shakes his head immediately. “No. She doesn't owe anyone access to her. That was never the point.”
Days after, race morning is quiet.
You move through the paddock without hurry, credentials tucked neatly against your chest, sunglasses perched on your nose. There's no rush in your steps, no trace of the chaos you unleashed online the night before. You stop to greet a couple of team staff, thank someone who hands you a coffee, exchange a few soft smiles.
Calm, polite, almost serene.
Lewis spots you from across the garage and his expression changes instantly-shoulders loosening, mouth curving into that small, private smile he only ever wears for you. You slip beside him, fingers brushing his arm.
“Morning” you murmur.
“Morning” he replies, leaning in just slightly. “tell me if you need anything okay?” he says, kissing your forehead before going to Adami.
You sit in the familiar spot during pre-race, legs crossed, hands folded in your lap. You listen more than you speak. When someone addresses you, you answer gently, briefly. No dramatics. No hint that less than twenty-four hours ago you were publicly causing chaos.
You heard an impact, it was sudden, too sudden.
You see the flash of carbon, the sickening angle of the cars, the way Lewis's car jolts and then, nothing. The screens fill with yellow, then red. Your breath catches painfully in your chest before you even register you've stood up.
“what the hell” you whisper, uselessly, eyes locked on the monitors.
Leclerc's car is stopped too.
DNF
Both of them
The garage goes quiet in that heavy, hollow way that only comes after hope snaps clean in half.
Headsets come off, engineers stare at screens that won't change the outcome. You don't move until you're told it's safe, until someone gently gestures you forward.
Lewis climbs out of the car slowly. He's fine. You can see that immediately. No limp, no visible frustration, just that familiar, unreadable calm he gets when things don't go his way. But you know him too well to be fooled by it.
You meet him just beyond the barriers. “Hey” you say softly.
He looks at you and smiles, areal one, small, tired, accepting.
“That's racing, love” he says quietly, before you even ask. “Nothing to do now”
Your hand finds his instinctively, fingers curling around his like it's the only solid thing left in the moment. You squeeze, grounding both of you.
“I know” you murmur. “I'm just glad you're okay.”
He nods. “Me too.”
You walk with him back through the paddock, the noise fading into the background. Cameras follow for a bit, then peel away when they realize there's no explosion to capture, no anger, no outburst.
Just you, steady at his side.
At home later, the apartment is quiet again.
Shoes kicked off near the door. The race replay muted on the TV, images flickering without sound. Lewis drops onto the sofa with a tired sigh.
You sit beside him, leaning your head against his shoulder.
“You really okay?” you ask. He presses a kiss to your hair. “Yeah. It happens. I've had worse.”
You huff softly, unconvinced but not pushing it. He's calm, peaceful, even.
That's when you reach for your phone.
Lewis glances at you. “Don't” he says, already smiling.
You're already typing.
Later on, the room is dark except for the glow of Lewis's phone.
You're stretched out on the bed beside him, half under the covers, your head resting against his shoulder. One of his hands is absentmindedly tracing slow lines along your arm while the other scrolls. It's quiet again-the good kind of quiet that comes after a long, emotionally exhausting day.
You're almost asleep when he exhales. Soft and amused.
“Told you” he says.
You hum, confused. “Told me what?”
He tilts the phone slightly so you can see the screen.
A message. From someone you recognize immediately.
Mate...your fiancee might need a PR team. Like...Immediately.
You squint at it, then groan dramatically and bury your face into the pillow.
“Nooooo, Lewww” you mumble. “Absolutely not.”
Lewis laughs, the sound vibrating gently through his chest. “They're not wrong.”
You lift your head, frowning. “I apologized! I even tagged Alex. That was mature.”
“That was” he agrees easily. “Very mature.”
You eye him suspiciously. “You're enjoying this.”
He smiles, unapologetic. “A little.”
You sigh and roll onto your back, staring at the ceiling. “I don't want a PR team. They'll tell me not to tweet.”
“They will definitely tell you not to tweet” Lewis says.
“That's inhumane!”
He chuckles, then grows softer. ”You don't have to change. Just...maybe someone to hit pause for you.”
You glance at him, he's not teasing now. Just calm and supportive. Still smiling at you like you didn't just publicly scold a Ferrari driver.
“...do I really need one?” you ask quietly.
Lewis shrugs. “Well...”
You groan again.
He leans down and kisses your forehead
You stare at his phone one more time, then grab yours with a defeated sigh.
“Fine” you mutter. “But if they try to rebrand me, I'm quitting.”
He laughs softly. “Deal.”
You’re curled up on the bed, phone in hand, staring at the message from your PR like it personally offended you. Outside the window, a foreign city glows, unfamiliar lights, unfamiliar sounds. You should be excited.
Instead, you’re sulking. “This is sick” you announce.
Lewis looks up from the armchair, legs stretched out, phone forgotten in his lap. “What now?”
“They said if I want to post anything nice about you, it has to be on my main.” You turn the screen toward him like evidence. “My main, Lewis.”
He blinks. Then laughs. Soft, warm, helpless laughter.
“That’s not so bad.”
“It is!” you insist. “That’s where I’m quiet and well-behaved.”
He stands, crosses the room, and sits beside you on the bed. “You are quiet and well-behaved.”
You squint at him. “Don’t lie to me!”
He grins and bumps his forehead against yours. “Post whatever you want. It’s still you.”
You sigh dramatically, then glance at your camera roll.
“…I do have a really good picture of you.”
He groans. “Love...”
“You know” he says, glancing down at you, “they really love you.”
You scoff softly. “They loved the chaos.”
“They love you” he corrects easily. “Chaos included.”
You think about that for a moment. About the secret account, the late-night tweets, the way you defended him like it was second nature. About how loud you were online, and how quiet you are like this, just you and him, no audience.
“I didn’t mean to make things… complicated...” you admit.
Lewis tilts his head, considering. Then he smiles, warm and sure. “You didn’t. You were just being honest.”
You breathe out, the tension you didn’t realize you were holding finally loosening.
“I can be quieter” you say. “If that’s what you need.”
He reaches for your hand, fingers lacing with yours. “I don’t need quieter. I need you, safe and Happy, still yourself.”
Your thumb brushes over the ring on his finger, over yours. Solid, real. Not something that exists only on a screen.
The world outside will keep watching, speculating, talking but here, in this room, you don’t have to perform.
Your phone lights up once, an old habit urges you to reach for it. You don’t.
Lewis notices and smiles anyway. “Proud of you” he murmurs.
You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling too.
“Don’t get used to it” you say. He laughs, low and soft, pulling you closer as the city keeps glowing beyond the glass.
And somewhere out there, the time keeps spinning.
and you know that you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.
Fin.
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