Hi everyone! Now, I'm not normally one to do one-shots. I'm more of a multi-chapter kind of girl! However, I do think one-shots are a good way to practice your craft. So I'm going to start this one-shot collection and leave it incomplete and add to it periodically. The stories might overlap some or be completely different. One thing that will be consistent is Lincoln and Wick will appear (because I hate that they killed Lincoln and I loved Raven and Wick together) and they will always be Bellarke because that's my ship! I'm definitely open to ideas if you have any. This is mostly something for me to work on my craft and hopefully something pleasant and fun for all of you!

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Bellamy Blake gently rocked the porch swing with his foot. His black tie was pulled loosely around his neck and his shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. The spring breeze quietly blew around him as the he watched the sun slowly start to descend into the horizon. He sighed as the woman resting in his lap whimpered in her sleep. Clarke Griffin had his suit jacket wrapped around her as she rested in his lap. Bellamy gently ran his hand up and down her side to calm the nightmare disrupting the first sleep she'd had in days.

Three days ago her dad had passed away. It was extremely sudden and had completely destroyed his best friend. She was an only child and had been a daddy's girl. She'd received the call while at his place having a movie night with their friends. The scream that had poured out of her mouth would be etched into his head for the rest of his life. She'd immediately dropped to her knees in his kitchen and had dropped the bowl of popcorn she'd just finished popping. He'd never seen her so broken.

They'd just buried him today. After leaving the cemetery her parents house had become a revolving door of friends and family paying their respects. Clarke had been glued to his side the whole time, not that he minded. He'd brought her out here about an hour ago to get some air and a much needed break from the condolences.

His sister Octavia and their friend Raven Reyes quietly opened the patio door and slid it shut behind them as they stepped out to the deck. Octavia smiled as she sat down on the table in front of the swing.

"How's she doing?" Octavia whispered so as not to wake Clarke.

"Not well," Bellamy replied. "She's only asleep because she's literally exhausted."

"Poor thing," Raven said from her spot next to Octavia on the table.

Octavia and Raven watched Bellamy on the swing. He was still slowly pushing them back and forth and was gently running a hand up and down her back. It was no secret to both girls how he felt about Clarke. They, along with the rest of their friends, could see it. Only the two of them couldn't apparently.

"Do you finally see what we all see Bell?" Octavia whispered knowingly.

"This is the worst possible time O," Bellamy replied back.

"I know, but I can't just ignore the obvious. You're not going to walk away from this thing between you right?" Octavia asked.

Bellamy sighed and glanced down at the woman sleeping in his arms. Her father's death was horrible, but it also put things into perspective for him. He'd always thought their relationship was a little unorthodox for a guy and girl, but he'd never thought more of it. He just preferred spending his free time with her rather than the guys. A lot of his buddies were co-workers who he saw all the time. Plus there was a bonus of seeing his sister since she lived with Clarke. Even Raven had grown on him. But, with Clarke everything was different. Raven was just a friend, but Clarke? She definitely meant more. He couldn't imagine himself anywhere else other than right here next to her when she needed him the most. Her father's death had changed everything.

"I won't," Bellamy whispered. "Not anymore."

Clarke stirred at the sound of voices and rolled over onto her back. Her blue eyes fluttered open and she sat up. She curled into Bellamy's side and leaned her head against his shoulder. Tears were already beginning to form in her eyes and Octavia immediately reached out to grasp her hand.

"Hey sweetie," Octavia threaded their fingers together, squeezing in silent support. "Everyone's gone. Raven and I finished cleaning up inside. Your mom went upstairs to rest for a while."

"You didn't have to do that," Clarke's voice cracked.

"That's what friends are for," Raven replied.

Clarke closed her eyes again and leaned back against Bellamy. The make-up she'd applied earlier that day was slowly smudging and the dark circles under her eyes were becoming more prominent.

"What do I do now?" Clarke whispered as the tears started falling down her cheeks.

"I don't know Princess," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her head and rubbed her back. "But we'll be here."

Clarke leaned back to look up at him. "You promise?"

"I promise," Bellamy pressed a kiss to her forehead, keeping his lips there longer than just a friend probably should.

Clarke pressed her forehead into his neck as the tears started flowing again. This was breaking his heart and he didn't know what to do. All he knew to do was comfort her. So he tightened his arm around her and continued to rub circles on her back as her tears soaked his neck.

"Princess you need to get some sleep," Bellamy whispered to her.

"I can't," She brokenly replied. "Every time I close my eyes I see him laying in the casket."

"Clarke you'll make yourself sick if you don't," Raven said.

"We won't leave you. Even if all three of us have to lay in bed with you," Octavia reasoned.

"Ok," Clarke whispered tiredly. She allowed Bellamy to pull her up off the swing and lead her inside, her grip on his hand tight and strong.

The plus to being the only child to a doctor and an engineer was being spoiled. Clarke never let that get to her head, but she knew when to use it to her advantage. One of the only times she'd ever used it is when she asked for this room in her parents house. In his opinion her old room was the best in the whole place. It had a view of the woods that backed up the property, the room was huge and she had the best view of the sunset from the window seat. Clarke pushed the door to her old room open and pulled the comforter on the large king bed back. Octavia and Raven both kicked off their shoes and climbed in on the left side while Clarke crawled in on the right side of the bed. Bellamy stood on the right side of the bed and chuckled.

"You sure you girls want me in there too?"

Clarke's hand shot out and grabbed his in an almost desperate hold. "I do. I need you here too Bell."

Bellamy's smile faded as his attempt at humor failed. He threaded his fingers with hers and pressed a kiss to the back of her hand. "You got it Princess."

Bellamy kicked his shoes off and laid down next to Clarke. As silly as it probably seemed to be in a bed with three other people, this was what Clarke needed. Being surrounded by the people who love her. Bellamy especially. He'd always meant more than most, but she'd always thought she had time. Time to finish school. Time to finish her residency at the hospital. Time to figure out who she was before she faced how she felt about him. But now she knew, better than most, that time was precious. Bellamy propped himself back against two pillows and Clarke rested against his chest.

"We're here Clarke," Raven whispered and reached out to rub Clarke's back.

"We'll stay as long as you need," Octavia stated in agreement.

Clarke pressed her cheek against Bellamy's chest and smiled sadly. Bellamy rubbed her arm in slow strokes while Raven ran her fingers gently across her back. The soothing motion was enough to put Clarke to sleep finally. It didn't take long for the others to follow.

A few hours later Bellamy's eyes fluttered open. Both Octavia and Raven were still fast asleep, but the space next to him was empty. He looked over Octavia's shoulder to see 2:30 AM on the clock. Where had Clarke gone to? He rolled over to get out of bed and saw her curled up in his suit jacket, sitting in the window seat. She seemed lost in a daze and was staring out the window. Bellamy slid out of bed and slowly walked over to the window seat. Clarke smiled up at him and scooted forward a little, silently asking him to join her. He carefully climbed in behind her with his legs on either side of her. She leaned back to rest against his chest.

"How you doin' Princess?" Bellamy pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

"Not good, but I'll survive," Clarke shifted to rest her head against his shoulder. "This was kind of our spot. My dad and I. When I was a little girl he'd read me my bedtime stories over here and carry me to my bed when I fell asleep. He'd help me study over here. He even gave me the sex talk here."

"Sounds like a special spot," Bellamy replied.

"It is," Clarke leaned back to look up at him. "I miss him Bell. I don't remember what the last thing I said to him. What if I start to forget him?"

"You'll never forget him Clarke," Bellamy replied. "You might forget a conversation or two, but never him. Never how much he loved you or how proud he was of you."

Clarke smiled for the first time in days. "How do you always know what to say to make me feel better?"

"Just a way with the ladies I guess?" Bellamy teased.

Her smile didn't grace her beautiful face very long, but it was enough for him for right now. He knew he'd see it again even if he had to act like a fool to see it. As soon as her smile faded she looked up at him with complete trust in her eyes and leaned up and lightly pressed her lips to his. Bellamy tried to keep the surprise to himself although he didn't have to worry. The kiss was over almost as quickly as it had begun.

When she pulled back the trust was still evident in her eyes, but he now saw love in them too. "Thanks for staying."

"You know there's no place else I'd rather be," He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'll be here as long as you need me."

Clarke rested her head back against his shoulder and closed her eyes. She fell back into a deep sleep against him. Bellamy spent the rest of the night soothing her when the nightmares became too much. As the sun was rising, Bellamy was still in the window seat with Clarke resting against him. He had his lips pressed to her forehead and was running his fingers through her hair. He glanced over his shoulder when the door to her bedroom quietly clicked open and her mom came inside. She smiled when she saw the two girls in the bed and slowly made her way over to the window seat.

"Hi Bellamy," Abby Griffin smiled and reached out to brushed Clarke's bangs from her eyes.

"How're you holding up Mrs. Griffin?" Bellamy whispered.

"I'm ok. Thank you for being here for her yesterday. All of you," Abby glanced at him curiously and placed a hand on his shoulder. "You love my daughter don't you?"

Bellamy glanced down at Clarke who was still fast asleep on his chest. It was the worst possible time for these feelings to come out and for him to act on them. But that didn't change the fact that they were true. She meant everything to him. She did now and she would when they were 100 years old.

"Yes ma'am," Bellamy nodded. He glanced up at her with a small smile. "Very much."

Abby smiled back and placed a hand on his cheek. "Good. I'm glad. You're all welcome to stay as long as you'd like. I'm sure she'll need all of you."

Bellamy nodded. "I'll be here as long as she needs me."