When Mari catches her man Jey Uso cheating on her, she leaves him and meets AJ after his match with Jake Paul. AJ shows her how she’s supposed to be treated…. Will they last?
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A/N: I'm gonna miss these two. Shout out to my bestie for the fire renders of them in their wedding gear. Thank you all so much for reading 🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾
Finale: Part 1
Maranello, Italy
Lewis’s eyes found Kamiya lurking behind the camera. Her larger than life curls had been tamed into a sleek & elegant bun with dazzling gold hairpins pinning her bangs back. “Look this way, my love.” Kamiya spoke, her hand leading his eyes to where she wanted. She winked and he smiled slightly, perfectly. “Thank you Lewis. Ms. Dawkins, please step in front of the f40.” The photographer spoke in his thick Italian accent. “No, this is his moment.” Kamiya smiled. “You are part of the Ferrari family too.” The man smiled. Lewis grabbed Kamiya’s hand and pulled her close to him. “Why not let everyone see how stunning you look, Mrs. Hamilton?” Lewis growled playfully against her ear.
His wedding ring casually graced his left ring finger. He had been wearing it on his right ring finger since that rainy day in New York where he said yes to forever with her. Only their families and their closest friends knew, the rest of the world would find out a whole year later. Lewis wrapped his arm around her waist, his free hand holding hers against the crisp black lapel of his suit. A soft smile tugged at his lips as his forehead rested against hers. “Aww, bellisima! Grazie.” The photographer beamed as he snapped a few shots. They had been photographed together enough to know exactly when to move. “Lady Hamilton, this dress fits you like a glove. I may have to have words with your tailor because…wow.” Lewis smiled. “So this is your dream car, huh? Is this the one they used in Miami Vice?” She smiled. “No, my love. It was a Ferrari but that was a Testarossa. Great eye.” Lewis smiled, breaking protocol to kiss her lips. The blast of shutter clicks was immediate. “I'm gonna go so you can finish your photoshoot.” Kamiya smiled as she pulled away and left the frame.
Kamiya found herself walking around in the garden filled with every beautiful red flower they could find to grow in this part of Italy. “You should be wearing red too, you'd blend right in with the beauty of the space.” An accented voice laughed. “Flattery won't get you anywhere with me, Fred.” Kamiya laughed as the Team Principal Fred Vasseur approached her. “It was worth a try. Is he still off taking pictures?” The man asked. “Yes, 15 minutes has turned into 35.” She laughed. “He'll catch up.” Fred smiled as he hooked his arm in Kamiya’s and walked with her to the private reception area where a welcome lunch was being prepared.
Budapest, Hungary
August 2025
“Can we please just get the fuck out of here?” Kamiya grumbled. “I have to do 2 days at Maranello before I can focus fully on the wedding.” Lewis sighed as he slumped down into the backseat of the maroon Purosangue they were riding in. Lewis’s first season at Ferrari was anything but smooth. He hated the car, Kamiya hated the talk that he had lost it and needed to retire. “I hate that place. It’s stealing the joy from your eyes and I don’t like that.” she grumbled, his head resting on her shoulder. “I miss him so much.” Lewis sighed, his fingertips circling the tattooed pawprint on Kamiya’s wrist with the words “Roscoe Forever” around it. “I do too, our sweet baby.” she sighed sadly. “Pele misses him too.” Lewis sighed, just wanting to get home to their other fur son. “He’s started laying on me…anytime I’m on the couch.” Lewis grumbled. “He’s soothing you. He did it whenever I got injured. He did it when I lost the baby. And when we broke up. When I sat and watched the team take the pitch without me for the first time in years. He’s an empathic dog.” Kamiya laughed. “I know the plan was to have them both at the altar with us. Then when we lost Roscoe, we changed our minds. But I think I’d like to see Pele walking with you. He’s such a huge part of our story.” Lewis sighed. “I think he should walk down the aisle before me. We’ll figure something out. Rest your eyes, my love.” Kamiya sighed as they completed the ride to the airport.
Lake Como, Italy
“Do you think Toto and Susie are coming?” Kamiya asked as they sat together overlooking the lake. “Yes, Toto said that they wouldn't miss it. They may fly in that morning, along with George and Carmen and maybe Bono and his wife.” Lewis smiled as he sipped his mint tea. “I miss them. I mean…don't get me wrong, I love Fred but Mercedes is family. I know you invited Ricky but I want to drown him in the fuckin’ lake! Don't even get me started on Charles. I don't know if I like him yet.” Kamiya grumbled. “Charles isn't that bad. A little pretentious but he’s the Ferrari Golden Boy, I kinda get it. I was that but in a Mercedes when we met.” Lewis laughed. “You would know better than I would. I dunno, I feel out of place with the other WAGs.” Kamiya shrugged. “You’re different…special. I don’t want to say better but…superior in every way imaginable. You aren’t seeking the spotlight or trying to be any type of influencer like the rest of them. You’re just…Kam.” he smiled, planting a kiss on her hand. “I got my notoriety out of the mud on my own. My man never helped me achieve anything in my field. I'm self made.” Kamiya laughed. “Damn right!” He smiled. “How shall we spend our anniversary before we get bombarded with wedding stuff?” she asked, their first guests: Bruno & Veronica due to arrive in the evening. “Well…we did just eat this massive breakfast and we have custom clothing to fit into in a few days.” he hinted. “So…horizontal cardio? We need to walk around a bit first.” Kamiya smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him away from the balcony. The walk around where their wedding would be taking place in a few days ended faster than Kamiya planned.
“We can just walk back to the room, mi amor.” Lewis growled, his lips kissing her hand. “I can't wait for you to see this addition to the ring. It's so sick babe.” Lewis smiled. “I'm excited. And I can't wait until all this is over. Pretending like we aren't already married has been exhausting.” Kamiya sighed. “I know. I want to shout it from the mountaintops!” Lewis groaned. Kamiya tapped her keycard to take them back into their suite. “And in a few days…you can go to the top of the Dolomites and proclaim your love for me.” she laughed. “As you wish, my Queen. Ooh, let’s have a movie day. We can order some snacks to the room, maybe some pineapple…I need you…sweeter than you already are.” he growled, his lips kissing hers as they fell into the plush couch.
“Why are you still so insatiable?” Kamiya growled as his hands smoothed across her skin under her top. “I've tried many drugs but you’re my favorite.” Lewis growled, his lips finding the special spot on her neck that made her shiver. “I'm your favorite drug? You already have me, love. No need to keep sweet talking me.” Kamiya giggled as her hands held him close. “I'll always sweet talk you. And I'll always flirt with you.” he smiled, his fingertips brushing across her nipples until she moaned out. “Take your clothes off.” he commanded softly. Kamiya obliged and removed her clothes and laid back on the couch.
“Damn, you're beautiful. And all mine.” Lewis growled before he removed all of his clothing too. His thick length rested between his thighs as he took a hardened nipple into his mouth. He sucked softly until a whimper fell from her lips. “Think they'll charge us extra to clean the couch?” He laughed as he repeated the ritual on her other nipple. “I'm sure of it. Fuckkk. That feels incredible, baby.” Kamiya moaned as she felt an orgasm churning to life in her belly. “Your husband knows what you like.” Lewis smiled as he pushed her thighs apart. Kamiya’s eyes rolled back as he pushed into her slowly until their hips met. Her bottom lip tugged between her teeth. “I love you.” She breathed as her body settled around him. “I know, love. I know.” He breathed as his hips started to roll against hers.
Kamiya shifted her hips, allowing him to slide in a bit deeper. His eyes watched her slowly come undone. She reached up and pulled the neat bun from his fresh twists, she adored when he wasn't so polished and refined. “There’s my baby. So pretty.” She smiled until his thick tip slammed into her deepest spot. Kamiya’s mouth dropped open in a mix of shock and pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back. “Eyes on me, darling. You're almost there.” Lewis growled, his own ending rising to the surface. The echoes of their bodies colliding rolled around the suite as seconds of bliss felt like hours. 90 minutes or 305 kilometers flew by but their time together moved slowly yet never seemed like enough.
Kamiya pulled his lips to hers, kissing him hungrily. “My wife is pure perfection.” Lewis smiled as his big ending erupted from him. “Sweet talking me while stuffing me like a Twinkie? Sir Lewis, what are you up to?” she giggled as her orgasm tingled in her core. “Feeding your praise kink, my love. You deserve to be worshipped just like this.” He moaned out, his hips finding a new rhythm. It was perfect and seconds passed before her body began to grip around him. “Give it to me…please.” he whimpered as he got lost in the experience of her body. Kamiya’s body vibrated as her orgasm consumed her. His name rolling from her lips pulled Lewis further into his happy place. Lewis kept stroking her through her aftershocks until her hands pushed at his hips. “Don’t run from me.” he cooed, his thumb brushing softly across her clit until she started to squirt. “My favorite part.” he laughed, kissing her lips as she came down. “I can't believe that we've been married for almost a year.”
“When we said ‘I do’ a year ago,” Kamiya spoke, a chorus of surprised gasps rolling across the garden. “I never realized how organic it would feel. We've accomplished so much on our own but taking on the world as husband and wife has been my favorite part. It hasn't always been roses but the thorns are something we've always tackled together and you know I love a good tackle.” The crowd laughed, Lewis smiled. “Not that I needed you to complete me but I'm glad that our paths crossed on the beach. I love you until the end of time.” Kamiya smiled, tears in her eyes.
“Let me start by saying, God Bless Texas.” Lewis winked, Kamiya laughed. “Kamiya, I knew from the moment we met that you were my forever. I'm the best version of myself when I'm with you. I hope that I continue to be worthy of you, darling. One year down, forever to go. Obviously, my lovely wife has a way better way with words than I do, but you all get the point. Happy Anniversary Kamiya. I love you.” Lewis smiled. “I now pronounce you…man kiss your wife!”
“Pele, you have to stay on shore, buddy.” Lewis smiled as the photographer snapped pictures. The dog pouted up at Kamiya. “Who’s my handsome boy?!” She giggled to the excited Rottweiler as he scampered around her dress. At Lewis’s request, the photographer got some great shots of Kamiya and her loyal companion. Lewis wanted to make sure that she had as many printed memories of Pele that he had of Roscoe. “Go see Dad. He's got treats for you. I'll be back. Be good.” She commanded. The dog nodded and walked off in a bowtie that matched Lewis’s jacket. “You ready to be on the cover of Vogue, my love?” Lewis smiled as he helped Kamiya down into the boat.
“I'm nervous. It's not often that I share the spotlight with an actual model.” She teased. “You've been on the cover of The Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue! I bought every copy I could find! I also love your Women's Health spreads too. I'm actually a huge fan of your work.” Lewis smiled as they settled onto the seat. “No, you are an obsessed fan. You have it framed and autographed in every home you own! You have the pullout poster framed as art in your master bathroom.” Kamiya teased as the luxury boat pulled away from the dock. “You have an autographed picture in our bedroom in Texas!” Lewis laughed. “That’s different! I took the picture, developed and printed it myself! And…Theee Lewis Hamilton in a cowboy hat, shirtless on a horse in Texas? I was living the dream. I am living the dream…with my dream guy.” Kamiya smiled.
“Kamiya, look this way.” The photographer spoke. As she looked at the camera, Lewis looked at her, his eyes filled with adoration. “You're divine, a vision. My angel. My dream. The things I'll do to you once I get you alone.” Lewis growled, his face tucked perfectly into her neck. “That’s it. The perfect shot.”
After being in meetings all day, the last thing Jean wanted to do was come home and cook dinner but she promised AJ that she would. He'd understand if she told him that she was tired but with the NBA season in full swing and him preparing for his comeback match, they rarely had any time to themselves. Jean tossed her suit jacket and tote bag on the couch and headed right to the kitchen with the groceries.
They had gotten to the point where AJ was at her place more than he was at his own. He'd soon be strolling in from his busy day that began before the sun came up. She loved how dedicated he was to his craft, surprisingly, he was just as dedicated to their relationship. She pulled out the marble cutting board and began chopping peppers and mango for the salsa for the chicken that was in the oven. The way the sweetness of the mango blended into the heat of the poblano peppers was borderline orgasmic.
Jean usually took the time to change into something more comfortable before she started cooking but having ran into an old friend at the market put her behind schedule. She'd go change once the chicken was in the oven. Jean's feet were hating her, she had on heels all day and now that she was home, she was still scurrying around the kitchen in them. Hearing them click across the floor made her feel productive.
She laid my phone on the speaker she kept in the kitchen and turned on Pandora. Jean swayed gently with the music, nothing too extreme, after all, she was holding a Japanese steel blade that sliced through anything with great ease. She started humming along with the next song, so she didn't hear the door open and close. Jean didn't notice AJ standing in the doorway watching me sway with the music. However, she did hear his footsteps closing in on her fast. "It's very dangerous to walk up on a woman with a sharp blade." He smiled at the warning. Jean turned back to her cutting, only to be snuck up on by AJ anyway. With his full lips against her ear, he whispered "I live dangerously, Ladybug!" The vibrations of his skin against her skin instantly made her wet.
She dropped the knife on the counter and turned to him. Jean playfully kissed his lips as he pinned her back to the counter. He placed his hands on the counter on both sides of her hips and leaned in to kiss her. She knew exactly where this was going. "You never let me finish dinner before you come in trying to take my clothes off." He laughed at the minor complaint.
"Well, you shouldn't look so good naked." He pulled Jean away from the cutting board. AJ lifted her up by the thighs and sat her on the counter. He looked at the timer on the stove and said "We got 35 minutes until that timer goes off!" Jean nodded, wrapping her arms around his neck. He buried his face in the side of her neck and inhaled her Valentino perfume before placing a few sensual kisses on her neck. AJ ran his fingertips over Jean's collarbone and down her chest until her tattooed skin disappeared under her black button down blouse. The curvature of Jean's breasts peeking out from her shirt was only a tease to AJ. He slowly unbuttoned the Michael Kors blouse until it fell open. He licked his lips at the sight of her exposed flesh. “I've been waiting for this all day.” AJ smiled darkly.
AJ inched his hands up her skirt and pulled the lace panties down her thick thighs. He untied his sweats and inched them down his hips. He pushed her skirt up and slid into Jean's waiting warmth. The feel of him filling her up made her moan his name into the heated air of the kitchen. “God AJ!” He pounded into her as he kissed her passionately. AJ pulled her closer to him as his thrusts became wilder. Jean whispered "Calm your storm my love." into his ear. He laid his head on her shoulder and steadied his pace, but his orgasm was close.
He wrapped her legs around his waist and lifted her off the counter. He pushed Jean's back into the wall and continued to pound into her. Him switching positions put more pressure against her g-spot. Jean had no leverage so the pace was his to control. She kissed his neck as he sent them both racing towards an explosion. His skin was still salty from the sweat of his training session, hers still sweet and fragrant from stressful her day in the office. The force of his climax escaping him pulled Jean right over the edge with him. The only sounds that escaped from him were guttural moans. They were so animalistic that they turned her on more. "Mmmm AJ!" was all that she managed to say before it all turned to gibberish. Jean couldn't focus, the room was spinning, and she felt the earth quake. Nothing else mattered in that moment, not even breathing, only AJ mattered.
They kissed one last time before he eased out of her warmth. He put both of her feet back on the floor and pushed her skirt down to its original position. He pulled his boxer briefs over his glistening dick and smiled that smile at her. That sly smile that never failed to draw Jean in. How did he expect her to finish cooking with her head still spinning and her legs feeling like soft rubber? He picked up her leopard print lace panties before he retreated from the kitchen with them intertwined between his fingers. Jean buttoned her blouse back up and put the fresh salsa in the fridge while she moved on to the rest of dinner. Jean looked at the timer on the oven, they had only a few minutes until the chicken would be done. She really loved when AJ helped her cook.
“I was promised two days in bed, Kamiya. It's only been one. We can finish packing after the wedding or I can just take you shopping in Paris.” Lewis pouted as he watched Kamiya moving around in the closet. “I'm sorry, baby. I just remembered that I might need these shoes. They're my favorite and they aren't in production anymore.” She sighed, holding up a pair of Louboutin heels. “You have a black pair in my closet. I don’t think they’ve ever been worn. Actually, you have plenty of things to wear in our closet. Some you know about, some you don't.” He winked as he patted the spot next to him in the bed. She turned off the light and crawled back into his arms.
“You've been buying me clothes? How do you know that they'll fit?” Kamiya laughed. “Easy. I watch how you move with mathematical precision. My hands explore each and every inch of your body because my mind needs to know you. Since you've retired, you've lost 5 pounds but your ass has gotten fatter…softer. Your arms have leaned out. Legs are still incredibly fit, like you could easily do 100 minutes out on the pitch. I see you and I love the view, baby.” He smiled, his hands traveling down to her ass. “My ass is softer?” She giggled softly. “Yep. It bounces more when you walk. And that shit makes me fuckin feral!” He growled, pushing Kamiya onto her back. “Again? Sir Lewis…you are insatiable.” Kamiya moaned as his lips wrapped around her nipple. “And you’re always dripping wet. Stop being so damn tempting! I need to get you somewhere with a mirror on the ceiling. I wanna eat you until you cry while you watch. We got time for a quick 48 in Vegas? I know they have those out there.” Lewis smiled, his lips kissing across to her other breast. “We don't…not before the wedding. But we've got right now.” Kamiya laughed.
His mouth kissed a path from her breasts down to her navel, his hands easing her thighs apart. “I love you.” Kamiya moaned softly, her hands caressing his face. “I've loved you since the day we met, girl.” he smiled, the urge to taste her on his tongue growing. Lewis kissed down slowly, biting her thighs playfully. “Mmmm, don’t be a tease LH.” She gasped. “But it's fun…teasing you like this.” He spoke, his breath warm against her throbbing clit. She moaned softly. His teeth nipping her thigh again, a smile creeping in as he watched her body twitch in anticipation. Her essence dripped down her with each passing second. “Damn, baby.” Lewis growled before his tongue flicked out to taste her. They both exhaled a sigh of relief.
Kamiya’s hips rocked against his tongue until he pressed her down to the bed. “Patience, my love. Daddy will take good care of you.” He sighed, his tongue flicking across her before focusing on her clit. Her moans echoed around the room as her climax ignited in her core. It was small at first but was growing with each touch of his tongue. “Mmm baby!” She whimpered, her hands clenching the sheets. “Come on love, let me have it.” Lewis cooed, his fingers rubbing soft circles on her clit as he caught his breath. Her body shook in release as he pushed one of his fingers into her. “Good girl.” Lewis smiled as he watched her come undone. The aftershocks threatened to squeeze the air from her lungs. She pushed him away as a smaller orgasm exploded from her. “Where you going?” Lewis laughed as he grabbed her from behind. She was in the perfect position.
“Baby, I can't.” She whimpered loudly. “Yes you can.” He growled as he slid his tongue into her from behind. “Oh my god.” Kamiya moaned into the mattress. His heavy hands smacked her ass as he ate her into submission. “You taste heavenly, darling.” One hand massaged down her back, the other stayed grabbing her ass. She moaned. He stopped short of her finishing, she pouted. “Cum on this dick.” He commanded, replacing his tongue with his full length. “Mmmm yes!” She smiled as she started to throw it back on him. “That's it, baby. It's so tight for me. Fuck!” Lewis groaned as her walls clenched around him. “Is this my dick, Daddy?” Kamiya growled as she kegeled around him. “It's yours, baby. It's all yours.” He moaned, his orgasm slowly devouring him. “Cum in this pussy, babe. You deserve it!” Kamiya moaned, her hips moving in every direction to drive him crazy. “Ohhhh fuck.” Lewis roared as he came deep inside her. The feel of him filling her up sent Kamiya back over the edge of pleasure. They collapsed onto the bed together.
Lewis wrapped his arms around his fiancée and pulled her closer. “That was incredible.” Lewis yawned. “I missed that. I've missed this too. I love when you hold me after. Best place on Earth.” She yawned before they took a nap. It was a perfect morning.
Later that day
Lewis hung their garment bags on the hooks in the backseat. “I can't believe that you won't let me see your dress. It's not like we're getting married.” He pouted as he lifted Kamiya’s bag into the back of her truck. “You said that you didn't want to see it! Now you have to wait until Saturday afternoon.” She teased. “I'm more concerned with how it's going to look crumpled up on the floor of our suite.” He smiled as he tossed his bag in the back too. “Calm down, Tiger. Try to contain yourself for a day. Let me marry my best friend off and then you'll have me all to yourself.” Kamiya smiled. “Perfect. I'm looking forward to it.” He smiled as he closed her car door. He climbed into the passenger side. “You never let me drive.” He laughed. “You don't like driving in the States. You complain about traffic from the passenger side!” She laughed as she typed in the address to the hotel. “They drive so dumb in New York! I hate it. I like driving in Texas much better.” Lewis grumbled as he watched her intensely. “What?” Kamiya laughed as she caught him watching her drive. “You’re still as beautiful as the day we met in Rio. My angel.” Lewis smiled. “So are you. In fact, you’re actually finer. Should we do engagement photos?” She asked. “No, let's just pop out secretly married.” Lewis sighed, his hand grabbing hers and kissing it.
The drive into New York City was peaceful until they got to the hotel. “This room is insane. Reminds me of that suite in Rio. Good job on the booking, Queen.” Lewis smiled as he walked around the room. “It reminds me more of that hotel we stayed at in Macau.” Kamiya noted. “Yes…that was such a random ass trip. Can we take a nap now?” Lewis yawned. “Wait, we haven’t had a chance to talk about this move to Ferrari. How everything is going with Mercedes.” Kamiya asked as they cuddled on the bed. “It’s so hard, Kam. It’s been my home for so long. It’s going to be weird going to a different team motorhome. Wearing a different suit, learning a new group of mechanics. A new engineer. I dreamed of winning my 8th there and retiring.” he sighed sadly. “A change like this is never easy. You are taking it all in stride like the King you are. I’m proud of you.” She smiled.
“I learned from my Queen. She makes every public move with grace. She might be crashing out under the surface but the world may never know. I admire that about you, Kamiya.” Lewis smiled, kissing her forehead. “I'm a Black American woman, unfortunately thems the rules I have to abide by. Otherwise, I get labeled as difficult or angry. I did my crashing out on the pitch and I miss it. I need to find a physical hobby. I can't just keep going to rage rooms.” Kamiya laughed. “Rage room? Is that those rooms where you smash things with a bat?” He asked. “Yes! I would always end up crying in the corner. I couldn't just show up at Zandvort, storm into the Mercedes garage and punch Driver 1 in the ribs pre race. Well…George said that I could but I have some decorum.” She giggled. Kamiya noticed his grip on her waist change from barely there to firm.
“Well, you can punish me all you want now.” Lewis smiled as his lips found a favorite spot on her neck. “Careful what you wish for, Sir Lewis.” Kamiya laughed as she straddled his lap, pinning his hands above his head. “Mrs. Hamilton…what has gotten into you?” He smiled. “You if you play your cards right.” She growled as her teeth nipped along his collarbone. His hips bucked up into her, a smile forming on her face. Both their phones pinged in unison. “No way, that fast? You work some magic on that form before we submitted it?” Lewis smiled. “Maybe they Googled us? And...you forget how powerful my Vovo was? She wanted to make sure I got my husband.” Kamiya laughed as they read the email that their petition to marry had been accepted. “I miss Ms. Maribel. She made the best vegan snacks.” Lewis smiled. “She was the first vegan I knew. I rarely saw my grandmother eat meat and then she just stopped. Still cooked it and was still an amazing cook.” Kamiya smiled, remembering when her grandmother taught her how to make meatless feijoada for Lewis.
“Are we telling Roni & Bruno?” Lewis asked, his hands holding her hips. “We will need witnesses. We can talk to them later. Now…Sir Lewis, we have to get dressed for this rehearsal dinner.” Kamiya smiled. “Are you wearing Louboutins? The high ones?” he asked, his fingertips trailing up her calves. “I didn’t bring those. I can’t walk down the aisle and dance with my man in So Kates. Those are sit down and look cute shoes. Unless you’re Zendaya or Iman.”
Lewis watched as Kamiya fulfilled her maid-of-honor duties before finally collapsing on a plush couch in the corner of the rooftop venue. The string lights made her eyes sparkle along with her black beaded dress. Lewis grabbed two champagne flukes and headed over to her. “Hey beautiful.” Lewis smiled as he handed her one of the glasses. “You're pretty popular. Feels like I haven't seen my man in hours.” Kamiya teased. “I was getting grilled by Uncle Miguel & cousin Tito for not proposing sooner.” Lewis laughed. “I mean…they have a point.” Kamiya teased. “I don't think either of us were ready. I made the same mistake with Nicole and I didn't think you were ready to be by my side like I needed at the time. But I've known it was you since we met in Rio.” He sighed as he watched her sip her champagne. “Mmm hmm. You say that now. It took forever but at least you got the ring right.” Kamiya laughed. “Come dance with me.” Lewis smiled, pulling her up from the couch. He had a surprise for the newlyweds but he knew that Kamiya would enjoy it too. Lewis pulled Kamiya close by her hips as they swayed to the music. “I adore you, you know that?” he smiled. “This is what you tell me, Sir Lewis.” she laughed. “It’s true. In my experience, my life is so much better with you in it. I need you like I need oxygen. You make life worth living.” he smiled, kissing her lips.
“Y’all look so cute!” Veronica teased from a few feet away. “It’s all her, I swear.” Lewis smiled, looking at his watch. “Got somewhere else to be?” Kamiya asked. “Not at all. You know time stands still with you.” he smiled, kissing her lips and pulling her closer. A smile formed on his face. “What?” Kamiya smiled, her suspicion rising. “This is for them but just know that I’d light up the entire sky for you.” Lewis whispered against her ear as the night sky lit up with brilliant colors. “I felt like you needed fireworks.” Lewis smiled at Veronica and Bruno. “You know now I have to have fireworks for our wedding.” Kamiya laughed. “Of course, my love. Anything Lady Hamilton wants.” he smiled, spinning her before pulling her back to him. Her laughter filled the space between them.
if we post too fast, we get accused of using ai (no, you don't know how fast someone can write. you don't even know if the "too-frequent-to-be-human updates" you see are something that have long been finished and sitting in an author's drafts for god knows how long. just because it's recently posted, doesn't necessarily always mean it's recently written too. a lot of writers finish the whole thing first before they start posting it chapter by chapter).
if we take "too long to update", we get people pressuring us to "update faster" even though fanfics are our hobbies and we write for ourselves first and foremost.
if our works are grammatically correct, we get accused of using ai (some of us just love correct grammars).
if our works are not grammatically correct, we get insulted/criticized (mind you, not everybody writes in their native language. kudos to writers who write in their second, or third, or fourth language — I'm willing to bet a lot of people who criticize fanfics because of poor grammar can't even speak other languages besides english).
if our paragraphs are "too long and too detailed", we get accused of using ai.
if our paragraphs are "too short", we also get accused of using ai.
if we are autistic and we write in ways some deem "too robotic", we get accused of using ai.
some people just don't use their brains to think "ai was trained on human-made works, it was trained to look human-made. ai writes this way because the way it writes is the way real humans write — real humans whose works it was trained to mimic". instead they somehow disregard this logic and think "hmmm this work looks ai-generated. I will engage in witch hunt, be a bully and harass writers whose works I don't vibe with".
