#happy two years since halloveen please enjoy this shameless fluff

[johnny-and-dora]

all was golden in the sky

59. "wow." requested by anonymous in which amy has a (non-die hard related) honeymoon surprise for her husband. (post 6x01)

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“You ready?” Jake’s favourite voice in the world calls lightly from the en-suite of their hotel room; he pauses briefly to double-tap Gina’s latest photoshoot of Iggy before putting his phone away, eager to give his full attention to whatever ‘surprise’ his brilliant, beautiful wife has for him this time. The soft pink and orange hues of the sunset filter in through the windows and they’re married, they’re actually married and a sea turtle looked right at him earlier and he’s pretty sure he’s never felt more content in his entire life.

“Born ready.”

“Okay – close your eyes. I want to do this properly.”

He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not going to draw on my face, are you?”

“Just do it, Peralta.”

“10-4” He affirms, restraining the urge to tell her it’s technically Santiago now as he dutifully squeezes his eyes shut.

(They haven’t officially decided, yet – double-barrelled, singular, whether they should swap or remain unchanged. Really, Jake doesn’t think that it matters – they don’t need to share a last name to be safe in the knowledge that they’re in this for the long run.)

“Okay, you can open your eyes…now.”

He’s not sure exactly what he’s expecting to see when he does – he’s seen her in beautiful floral dresses and Die Hard cosplay and some seriously stupid hot lingerie over the past two weeks. He’s totally certain that she looks amazing in pretty much everything. And yet, predictably, he can’t help but stare like an idiot as Amy beams at him.

Because standing before him is Amy Santiago in her wedding dress.

Her wedding dress – not the dress that she borrowed from Gina, even though she looked beyond perfect in that too. He knows it’s hers in an instant – it’s so elegant, intricately decorated with the floral patterns she adores only this time delicately embroidered in lace. It compliments her curves perfectly and flows behind her like she’s some kind of awesome badass warrior princess.

“Wow.” It’s the only thing he can manage to stutter out. It’s hard to find the right words – she’s still Amy. Amy, vibrant and brilliant and beautiful in absolutely everything from her pantsuits to her sergeants uniform to her dresses to his hoodie and sweatpants. Yet she’s softer somehow, almost more herself, all her hardships scrubbed away and there’s only her, bright and shining and as golden as the twilight outside currently painting her a halo.

She is completely and utterly radiant.

And, as if all the fates have aligned in the midsummer evening’s sky, she looks like a mermaid.

Her dress makes her look like a mermaid, and it’s almost cruel how vividly he suddenly remembers a money laundering case and a debilitating crush on a girl with a boyfriend and the way he’d shamefully revelled in the tiniest fleeting chance to hold her, to make her laugh, to let her step on his feet. And now they’re here, on their honeymoon, and so unbelievably deliriously happy.

Jake can’t believe just how lucky he is.

“Done staring yet?” She teases, bringing him out of his reverie, eyes glittering with soft amusement.

“You look incredible, Ames.” He grins – she blushes and does a dorky theatrical twirl for his benefit and yeah, that confirms it. He’s so lucky.

“Man. Have I mentioned that I love your butt?”

“It may have come up once or twice.” She laughs; he shifts his weight to make room for her in the bed and she settles down beside him and okay, now he’s really never felt more content.

“I was packing and I just realised – you never got to see me in it. And well…I don’t know. It just felt important, somehow.” His heart breaks a little thinking about everything they missed out on. Their wedding was never going to be traditional, but it’s hard not to mourn the day he’d spent so long building up such a vivid picture of in his head. He shifts his weight to make room for her in the bed and she settles down beside him.

“I’m sorry.” He wants to say more, but when she meets his gaze Jake can tell that she already understands- it must be the psychic powers you get when you marry the love of your life.

“Hey, don’t apologise. It wasn’t your fault.” She moves to take his hand and squeezes it gently – the glint of silver on her hand catches his eye and he absentmindedly twists the ring on his own finger. He’s not quite used to the weight of it yet and he’s almost lost it twice and he never ever wants to take it off.

“I know. I’m still sorry. All that planning and effort you put in…”

“First of all, that wasn’t just me. You did so much, it would have been impossible without you. And second of all, you were right. All that planning didn’t matter because at the end of the day all that mattered was that I got to marry you.” The sincere affection Amy pours into her gaze tears through every single last one of his fears. “I know we joked about the dumpster but I seriously would have clambered into one if that was our only option.”

If there was ever the tiniest shred of doubt that she was his soulmate, it’s lost to the wind now. The exact right way to tell her that is lost to him for the moment, though, so instead, he kisses her tenderly and it seems to pretty successfully articulate what he was going for.

“Just for the record, you could have worn a garbage bag down the aisle and still looked totally perfect.”

“I can’t believe less than a month of marriage has made you this cheesy.” She pokes his shoulder playfully.

“I just…It’s so us, y’know? Like, of course, our wedding day was casually interrupted by a bomb scare and we just got on with it and had a beautiful ceremony anyway.”

“I think we’re pretty much indestructible at this point.” She says; he hums appreciatively as she nestles closer into him and now he’s really, truly certain that he’s never felt more content. It makes their terrible, agonising separations seem trivial now, the rings on their fingers a defiant and tangible promise that they’ll never really be apart again.

“Indestructible.” Jake grins. “I like the sound of that.”

#b99 #b99 fic #peraltiago #jake x amy #my writing #happy two years since halloveen please enjoy this shameless fluff #shut up sian #sian does prompts #can you believe i'm still going with these from february? i can #they're MARRIED and they're going to have a child okay bye