in which bellamy and clarke accidentally get married (sort of)

"I don't have a good feeling about this, Clarke." Bellamy said as they began to walk across the open field. They were completely unarmed (aside from the back up knife Bellamy had stashed in his waistband, and the knife Bellamy had forced Clarke to hide in her boot..) and Bellamy felt completely naked, and exposed.

It had been weeks constant of attacks from the Grounders on their camp, and Bellamy knew he was well within his rights to not trust them. Yet somehow, he was walking across an open field with Clarke, on the way to have a peace treaty meeting with the Grounders.

OK, he knew it was the right thing to do. They'd lost too many people already, and they couldn't go on much longer with the way things were. They were too scared to go hunting more than ten metres past the camp wall.

And people were sick of eating squirrels, on top of everything else.

"Neither do I." Clarke admitted. "But at least its in the open this time. No Grounders in the trees."

"That also means we don't have any back up close to us." Bellamy said. Their backup was twenty, maybe even thirty metres back from them - not in close enough range to take a clear shot if anything were to go wrong.

"I hope you didn't bring guns this time." Anya said, looking at them scathingly.

"I hope you're not going to try and kill us this time." Bellamy retorted.

Clarke gave him a warning look. "We want peace. And so do you, because you wouldn't be here if you didn't."

"Who says this isn't another ambush?"

"We're taking that chance." Clarke said. "We don't want to keep fighting."

"You started this." Anya reminded.

"And we want to put an end to it." Bellamy said, crossing his arms across his chest.

Anya inclined her head slightly. "Okay."

Clarke nodded, trying not to let herself feel relieved just yet. "If we keep on one side of the river, will you be willing to let us live in peace?"

"The river will be the boundary of our territories." Anya said. "If any of your camp crosses the river, we will take it as an act of war, and we will wipe your people out."

"And if your people cross over to our side of the river, we'll take it as an act of war as well." Bellamy said.

"Agreed." Anya said.

"Do you have any more terms?" Clarke asked.

"We have one." Anya said. "We have long believed that the best way to solidify a peace treaty is a marriage. We would like one of your leaders to marry one of ours."

Clarke's eyes widened, and she looked up to see Bellamy was looking back at her with the exact same expression.

"Unless, you two are already together." Anya continued, looking carefully at the two of them.

"We are actually. Together I mean." Clarke said, grabbing Bellamy's hand.

"We are so in love." Bellamy said quickly. "So, so in love."

"Me and Bellamy, against the world." Clarke tried to joke. "Leading our people to peace and all that."

Anya inclined her head once again. "What else can you offer us?"

Bellamy looked at Clarke, raising an eyebrow. She gave a soft shrug in response, trying to think.

"What about a trade agreement?" Clarke suggested. "We could draw up a trade agreement between our people. You could give us some knowledge about this world, and we could teach you about our technology?"

"We'll protect you against our people." Bellamy added quickly when Anya didn't look impressed. "If they find a way to come down to Earth, they wont be as open to a peace agreement as we are. If we already have one, they'll have to leave you be."

"Those are agreeable terms."

"Do we write it down… or shake on it?" Clarke said, trying to remember what the history books said about trade agreements.

"If you break the agreement, I will string you up and gut you from head to toe while your people watch. Both of you." Anya said. "And then I will kill all of your people slowly, and painfully."

Clarke swallowed nervously. "Okay."

"It's a pity you two are together." Anya said, offering a grin that didn't sit quite right on her face. "I could have made a good husband out of you, Bellamy."

With that, she turned, and started to walk back towards her guards.

"So, the Grounders now think we're married, basically." Bellamy said, him and Clarke not moving from their position, fingers tightly intertwined.

"Yeah."

"We're going to have to keep this up you know, or they're going to find out we lied."

"And string us up on trees and gut us from head to toe." Clarke repeated Anya's words.

"So, I guess we're married then." Bellamy flashed her a cheeky grin, trying to make light of the situation.

"Is this a normal thing to happen to people leading a camp?"

"I don't think it was normal to lead a camp full of delinquent teenagers on a radiation soaked planet in the first place Clarke." Bellamy said as they began to walk back towards everyone, hands still intertwined.

"Do you think you can suffer being my pretend husband?" Clarke grinned.

"If you think you're a good enough actress."

"Oh, bring it on." Clarke joked. "But Bellamy - you know we're going to have to keep this up for a long time, yeah?"

"Yeah, I know."

"Until we have a lasting peace here."

"I know Clarke."

"I didn't think you'd be the kind of guy to do it, honestly." Clarke admitted.

"I care about the camp Clarke. It mightn't seem like it, but I do." Bellamy said. "And if we finally have a peace treaty with the Grounders, Octavia might finally stop hating me."

"She doesn't hate you."

"She's coming pretty damn close to it."

Clarke gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "She'll come round."

"So? How did it go?" Octavia asked, raising an eyebrow at their intertwined fingers.

"We got the peace treaty." Clarke said. "But, there's kind of a catch."

"A catch?" Finn looked worried.

"Anya wanted to marry one of us off to one of the Grounders…" Clarke said, trailing off.

"So the Grounders now think me and Clarke are married."

Finn's face fell, but Octavia's hysterical laughter was enough to distract Clarke.

"You two, married? Oh my god, how did she even fall for that?" Octavia giggled.

"Alright, alright. Keep walking O." Bellamy rolled his eyes, giving his sister a friendly shove in the direction of the camp.

"At least Clarke is the kind of woman that could keep you in check Bell." Octavia grinned.

"She wishes." Bellamy replied.

"Oh, you wish." Clarke retorted. "I'd be the best wife you'd ever have Bellamy Blake."

"Well, you guys now have plenty of time to work on your fake marriage, because this peace treaty needs to last." Raven said, grinning slightly herself.

"Do we have a marriage counsellor in the camp?" Octavia sniggered.

"We would not need a marriage counsellor." Clarke and Bellamy said, almost in unison.

"If you two keep going like that, maybe I'll start believing you're married." Raven laughed, moving ahead to walk with Octavia.

"I told you Bellamy." Clarke smiled, her eyes full of laughter as she looked up at Bellamy. "Best damn wife you'd ever have."

"Only because I'd be the best damn husband, Princess."

author's note: originally posted on my tumblr account, and prompted by wisdomcourageintelligence. some shameless fluff and silliness, because what else is fake!married fic about? a part two to come, if you enjoyed this! (a part two thats already uploaded to my tumblr)

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