Clarke awoke to him playing with her hair. The sun was already high up in the sky and everybody was working. Today, she was a late riser. She just wanted to sleep She moved her hair to make him stop, however, he just kept on playing. She rolled her head off of his shoulder and turned her body so her back was to him. But he ignored her grumbling and protests and kept playing with it. If this was any regular morning, Clarke would have loved to lay in bed and let him twirl her hair the whole day. But her and Bellamy got into a huge fight the night before, she completely forgot about what they were fighting about, however she knew she was still pissed at him.

Eventually, Clarke had enough. "Bellamy.. play with my hair one more time and I swear to you I-"

She completely forgot what she was going to say when Bellamy wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her backside to his chest. She then forgot that she was ever angry with him when he started pressing a trail of kissed up her ear and down her shoulder. His kisses were lazily, he obviously still half asleep. This was the first time Bellamy had ever kissed her anywhere but a small peck on her forehead. His kisses were things she never knew she needed so badly. He started giving slower, harder kisses, but not too hard to leave a mark. Clarke realized she was letting him win.

She forced herself to say, "Bellamy, stop." in an angry voice. But he saw right through it.

"You don't want me to stop, Clarke. I know that." He said as he turned her around so he was facing her. He looked at her with a lazy smile and began to kiss along her collarbone. Finally, after resisting the entire morning, she wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his beautiful dark locks.

After kissing her entire shoulders, neck and collarbones, he looked back up at her, and kissed her on the nose.

"What was all that for?" She asked giggling looking into his warm brown eyes.

"That's how I say 'good morning' and 'I'm sorry about last night' to my wife.." He said sweetly. As he said those words her smiled lessened and her eyes widened.

"The.. wedding.. it's tonight.. oh gosh.." Clarke felt her stomach turn inside out. She had pushed back all her nervousness and now it was all coming forward. She started breathing heavy and shaking. Bellamy immediately turned serious, his eyes wide and he sat up.

"Clarke what's wrong? Sweetheart tell me." He soothed.

"What if I do this wrong. What if I mess up everything." She said quietly. He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her which immediately relaxed her slightly.

"You shouldn't be nervous. This is just the beginning. Tonight is about you and me."

And with that she looked up into his eyes then at his lips. They started to lean in closer to each other. Clarke felt his breath on her lips-

"Clarke! " Octavia ran in, not even caring how close Clarke was to her bother's face. "I have let you sleep way longer than I should have!" She then jumped on her brother, which got a squeak of pain from Bellamy, and grabbed Clarke and pulled her out of bed. She then threw Clarke's jacket at her and pulled her out of the tent. As they made their way to the gate, Clarke noticed that everybody's tents were back to normal, and so were the fires.

"What happened to the cleared space?" Clarke asked in confusion

"Like the Ark, they don't like huge extravagant weddings with everybody watching." Octavia grumbled. It was true. When somebody got married on the Ark, it was usually just you, your partner, and the priest. There was not big celebration for weddings. It was short, quick, and not talked about. When Clarke was a kid, she used to read about weddings they had before on earth. Huge, decorated alters, the bride always in white dresses, and so much food. Clarke was slightly relieved she didn't have to go through all the vows and wedding details, until Octavia finished her statement.

"But, there is an alter that we all made for the wedding. And, the grounders have an entire collection of wedding gowns and I picked yours out! I'll go through all the rest later. Put for now, we need to get you cleaned up!" She said and took a hold of Clarke's arm and started to walk faster.

"Wait where are we going?" Clarke asked.

"We are going to make you the most beautiful bride this earth has ever seen!" She squealed and made her pace faster and faster until they reached the river. Clarke spent hours swimming around in the water. She enjoyed the feeling of being clean, something most of them rarely felt. Her face was free of any caked dirt and her hair was finally her natural shade of blonde. She did her best to get as many nots and tangles out of her hair. After playing around in the water for hours, Clarke and Octavia finally left the river. They made their way to a little tent that obviously belonged to the grounders.

Before Clarke could walk in, Octavia told her to close her eyes, she did. She sat in a stool and let Octavia and what she thought was Anya fix her hair and put something on her face for the next hour. After she was finished, She opened her eyes and Octavia handed her a dusty and faded mirror. She almost dropped it seeing her face for the first time in years. Even on the Ark, there were hardly any mirrors and Clarke rarely saw herself, let alone in makeup. All the other girls in phoenix wore makeup and multiple outfits, but Clarke never saw the point of it. Whenever they didn't wear it, they all looked like tired zombies. Today was the first time she ever had makeup on her face, or something to that sort.

She looked at the mirror as if she was looking at a whole different person. The thin brown lines that traced along her upper lashes and came out to little wings on the sides made the crystal blue color of her eyes stand out even more than before. Her face had no blemishes or red spots, her skin looked flawless. The front of her wavy hair was braided back away from her face and tied with a stand of leather. Thin, blue feathers were braided into her braid and two larger feathers fell from the end. She had never felt more beautiful in her entire life. She looked up at Octavia who's hair was braided back with flowers and giant, happy tears falling down her face. As soon as Clarke stood up, Octavia ran to her and hugged her so tight Clarke could barely breathe.

"Welcome to the family, Clarke." She said. "We may be a little difunctional but Bellamy and I look after our family no matter what. I noticed Bellamy gave you our mother's ring. He would never give that to anybody unless he truly loved them. And uh.." She paused to wipe the tears from her face. "I know my mom would have liked you. And she would also be so happy to have you part of the family, just like Bel and I are."

"Thank you, Octavia. It feel nice to know I have a family again." She smiled, her eyes watering. When she was little, she dreamed about having one of the huge weddings they used to have on earth. She always dreamed to have her dad there, and even her mom, her family. Today she was scared she had to do all this alone, but she realized that Bellamy and Octavia were going to be her family. They would all be there for each other. Something Clarke wanted for a really long time.

"Alright. Time for the dress!" Octavia squealed grabbing the dress from Anya. If Clarke was holding something in her hands, she would have dropped it. Instead, her eyes went wide and her heart started beating faster.

"Bellamy is going to see me.. in this..?" She managed to say still dumbfounded at the dress.

"Fit for a 'princess', not just any princess, his princess."

Bellamy:

As soon as Clarke left the tent, he felt a sudden coldness in their bed. Just as he got up, Lincoln walked in with another grounder holding a pile of folded clothes that looked very clean. He spent the entire day being cleaned up his hair being brushed, which was very tangled, and fit into clothing. His outfit was not like the ones he heard about as a kid. His mother used to tell him stories about weddings on the ground, the boy always wore something called a suit that was always black and made you look like a penguin. But this was different. It was a light blue buttoned shirt and a gray suit.

After he got changed, Lincoln and the other grounder led him out of his tent and to the gate. Everybody stopped and started at Bellamy, not because he looked strange, they had never seen an actual suit on somebody before. As he walked out of the gate, he was stopped by somebody, Finn.

"Listen here and listen good, Bellamy. You better treat Clarke with respect. And don't you dare do anything she doesn't want to do." Finn ordered seeming to get the upper hand.

Bellamy stopped but didn't look at Finn, he just stared straight in front of him and said, "I have, and I always will treat her with more respect that you ever had. Sorry but you broke her heart, I'm not letting it get hurt again." And with that, he walked out of camp following Lincoln.

When they reached the ceremony place, Bellamy was taken aback. Trees folded down into a roof above his head, white flowers hung from the roof. Jars also hung from the canopy of trees with candles inside, illuminating the entire alter. So many white flower petals were laid down on the path, Bellamy couldn't even see the dirt below. He had never seen such a beautiful place in his life. His eyes followed the trail of flowers and at the end of them, he saw rather large chairs that almost looked like thrones. Then he realized that they are the leaders of the 100, so in the grounder's eyes they were King and Queen.

He walked all the way over to the archway just in front of the thrones and faced the end of the isle. He got that feeling again. The feeling of excitement, and this time, he didn't push it down. In just a few minutes, he would be marrying Clarke Griffin.

Clarke:

Clarke stood just beyond the tree line with Octavia. She fixed her dress still feeling like a complete princess. She squeezed her bouquet of wild flowers, which she had to admit, Octavia did a great job picking flowers that matched her dress and hair. When she looked at the ring he gave her, she got a feeling of excitement. She knew once the sun was a little lower in the sky, she would be walking down that isle and marrying Bellamy Blake.

"It's time." Anya said and Clarke followed her through the trees and onto the isle. Her heart started beating faster than it ever had before. The moment she saw him, she couldn't help but smile and couldn't control the tears coming out of her eyes. His face was happy yet dumbfounded, and if she wasn't crying out of pure joy, she could have seen his eyes start to become glossy. She knew that after this moment, she would never be alone. She would always have somebody. She knew she would eventually fall for Bellamy, in fact, she knew she already was. So she took that first step toward him, toward her new family, toward her happiness.

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