#wanheda

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Lexa | End of Beginning

a couple of weeks late for the 10th anniversary of Lexa's death, it's still devastating to think about

even after a decade, she is still so meaningful to so many people and such a symbol of queer representation in media. it's true: you can't take Lexa from the world

"End of Beginning" by Djo 

[emlemarts]

Heda en Wanheda. I love them. I miss them

[whimsypixiewife]

Clarke 'I have to save them' Griffin

Can we just think back on this this episode.

The bomb is coming, TonDC is about to be decimated, people are going to die. And Lexa? Lexa tells Clarke to not tell the people. We see Clarke pause at this, because this is the exact opposite of what her father would do. What he died trying to do.

Clarke herself was around 17 when her dad discovered the flaw about the Arks oxygen system. His first reaction, knowing it would kill him, was to tell the people.

Now, we know he is found out and is taken away to be floated, and Clarke is there when it happens.

And she promises her dad, who is about to die, that she will warn them. That she will follow in his footsteps and do what he taught her. To save their people.

After this, Clarke is put in solitary confinement for around a year. Now, factoring in her age, her life, the laws she grew up with, the knowledge that they were all going to die, AND her last real human interaction being her father being killed in front of her....

Its understandable that this left a mark on her. Fractured the way she saw things. Gave her a deep sense of 'protector' and 'saviour'. She thinks she owes it to people to save them. To give her life up for them, just like her father did, if it meant keeping everyone alive.

I mean, her mother literally says to her, after a year of not seeing her daughter that Clarke would have the instinct to put everyone else's needs before her own.

And the moment Clarke is on the ground, around people, she tells them about the Ark. She tells them about her dad. About the oxygen. About the councils decision to ignore it.

And Finns response is "We have to tell them". Clarke's own reaction is stating that that's exactly what her father said.

After this, we see Clarke's attitude towards him change. From going "I don't care" when Octavia called 'dibs' on him, to their relationship progressing quickly.

Skipping forward, we see instances where 'telling the people' or 'they have a right to know' mantras are fundamental to Clarkes leadership.

We see her tell everyone about the truth of their wristbands, the oxygen, the council. We see Clarke be honest with her people about the grounders being a threat, not sugar coating anything. She tells the truth to Bellamy about Octavia being in trouble to manipulate him into helping her. We see her tell, what she thinks is the truth, about Wells' death.

This instance however, this changes how she leads.

Because Murphy is hung, Charlotte throws herself from a cliff and then Murphy is banished.

This experience taught her that information is dangerous.

Clarke is more reserved with the 'truth's she tells people after this.

She keeps Bellamy's crime hidden (shooting Jaha) from the 100, she keeps peace talks with the grounders hidden, she offers little information about her plans to her people after this.

Yes, she still sacrifices herself. But she is more apprehensive to her father's beliefs that 'they have a right to know' about everything. She begins to think about the consequences information can have.

And then she finds out about the missile.

Now here she is, her first thought immedietly being 'Tell everyone, get them out, save them.' When she leaves Camp Jaha, her plan is to tell everyone about the missile, about the threat. To save their lives.

But sometime between this moment and getting to TonDC, Clarke hesitates. When she gets there she tells Octavia everything was okay before taking Lexa away and telling her in private.

Lexa?

Her response is the exact opposite of what Clarkes is. Of what her fathers and ex boyfriends is.

Lexa doesn't think anyone should know.

Clarke fights it, but eventually relents and leaves with Lexa.

While horrific, it is a deep character arch for Clarke to experience.

She is asked the question "Will you let them die for the cause? What are you willing to sacrifice? Are you willing to sacrifice the few to save the many?"

And for Clarke, the answer is yes.

We see Clarke immediately grow angry and resentful. To herself, to the mountain men, to Lexa.

This went against everything she ever believed in... And yet, it is exactly the path she was already taking.

Clarke tells Lexa "I could have warned them. I could have saved them." But she didn't, because she was beginning to seperate her 2 core values.

While we see her fallout from it, we see her refuse to do it again. She understands why, but after this experience, she draws a line in the sand. She isnt proud of it, but she never says she regrets it. She never tells anyone. Octavia finds out, but that's it. Otherwise, Clarke keeps it to herself.

Against her beliefs.

This is when 'They deserve to know' is scrubbed out of Clarkes values. She stops telling her plans, stops involving people, she keeps shit to herself and bears the burden. Her only value left, the only value she can still cling to, is what causes her to do worse than TonDC. Is what causes her to live with it.

I have to save them.

Clarke throws out one value to prioritise another.

This was the moment Clarke decided she wouldn’t rule like Lexa, but she wouldn’t lead like her father either….

I believe that this is when Wanheda was born.

TonDC allowed Clarke to see the extent she could be pushed when she was desperate enough. It gave her the chance to recognise a ticking bomb in herself built from desperation and fear. This experience is what woke Clarke up to the ground and had her prepare herself for what way her hand may be forced in the future.

Like Mount Weather.

[fandomimaginez]

Jason Todd needs someone to be the Clarke Griffin to his Bellamy Blake.

[honeybeesintheimpala]

Clarke Griffin + Village / Kiki Rockwell

//I could burn your motherfucking village to the ground

I do not roll over like a motherfucking hound

I could crack your skull between these motherfucking thighs

I could doom your lineage with one look from these eyes

credit to @strangergraphics for the divider

[m0onysblog]

Chapter 1: 00:00:00 [Bellamy Blake Fanfiction]

The 72 hours had come to an end.

The hum of machinery echoed in Hannah's ears as she sat on a metal bench, watching everyone move frantically from one place to another. Technicians shouted orders, engineers double-checked the systems, and guards stood firmly at every corner and door.

All of it happening while the countdown ticked away mercilessly, tightening the knot in her chest with every second that passed.

00:09:52

00:09:51

She shouldn't have been surprised. For the past three days, her mind had tried to picture what this moment would be like, and in every imagined scenario, she had expected something... calmer. But in the end, this was humanity's most desperate gamble.

The footsteps approaching after several minutes of solitude weren't the ones she had hoped to hear. She still held on to the hope that her mother or father would appear, even though she'd already said goodbye to them and cried everything she had left in their arms. But it was Marcus Kane who stopped in front of her.

She had expected someone else, maybe Abby, who had run countless medical tests on her the day before. Though Abby was probably busy saying goodbye to her daughter, just like the Chancellor was with Wells.

Kane seemed to understand her confusion. "Abby asked me to come see you. She's a bit tied up."

Still, Hannah dared to voice one of the many questions swirling through her thoughts. "What exactly am I supposed to do down there?"

Kane exhaled, taking a seat beside her and signaling the guards to wait. "Survive."

She sighed. It wasn't the first time she had heard that answer. "How am I supposed to do that?" she asked softly, eyes fixed on her hands.

"You're more capable than you think," he explained. "We had to be careful in our selection. You weren't chosen randomly. Your reports say you scored highest in Earth Survival Skills, Environmental Systems, Earth Survival Theory, Applied Botany..."

But before he could finish listing all the classes she had taken, Hannah interrupted.

"Because I studied," she said bitterly. "Because I memorized the answers. That doesn't make me... whatever you all think I am."

"No," Kane agreed. "But we've seen how you react under pressure. You don't panic, Hannah. You calculate. You adapt. You protect. That's what the others will need down there."

Still, she didn't seem convinced. "You have an advantage. Your mother's a doctor—you've seen enough to treat wounds, analyze plants, identify infections. Your father's a captain, spent his life in the Guard. I saw you training with him when you were only five. And most importantly... you'll do what it takes to keep others alive."

Hannah looked at him, wishing she could believe his words. But fear and doubt were louder than hope.

"If I fail... they die." And Kane nodded, honest and calm.

"That's true. But if you don't try, they'll die anyway." And maybe that was enough to stir something in her chest.

"I'm scared..." she admitted, feeling her hands tremble as the numbers kept falling.

"We're not sending you down there to die, Hannah. We're sending you because we believe you can survive."

00:00:00

Hannah closed her eyes the moment the ship detached from the Ark, hurling through the dark emptiness of space toward Earth. The security belt strapping her to that cold metal seat felt suffocating, and the fact that she was surrounded by 99 unconscious strangers offered little comfort.

So she tried to focus on something else—until her gaze landed on Nathan, seated beside her. It had been months since his arrest, and even before that, they rarely saw each other. He didn't look too different now, maybe the only visible change was the facial hair beginning to grow.

To her, everyone else in that ship was a delinquent, a complete stranger. Faces she may have passed once or twice in the halls. The only familiar ones were Clarke, Wells, and Nathan.

Like Hannah, all four of them had been born, raised, and lived their whole lives in Alpha Station. A place usually inhabited by the Ark's most important officers and staff. It was rare to see children or young people wandering its grey corridors, as most of the population was made up of older adults.

Clarke and Wells were best friends, their parents had been close since childhood, a bond passed on like a family tradition. Hannah's friendship could never match the connection those two shared. It wasn't intentional on their part, but she often felt left out. 

Things were different with Nathan. They had grown up training together under their fathers, who both served in the Guard. He defended her when needed, and she did the same for him. Their personalities aligned easily, and being together always felt... natural.

But everything changed when Nathan got arrested, trying to prove himself to his father.

Since then, they hadn't spoken. And now, there he was, just inches away. Unaware of everything happening... or everything about to happen.

"What the fuck..." A voice broke through Hannah's thoughts. People were starting to wake up.

Hannah scanned her surroundings, recognizing a few faces and trying to place others.

Next to her, Nathan began to stir. He woke slowly, a grimace on his face. His head turned as he remembered his father's final words, words he had stubbornly ignored.

Then his brown eyes locked onto Hannah.

"Hannah?" His voice was raspy, still dazed. "You're here?" Though it sounded more like a question to himself.

She looked at him and nodded, her hands tightening on the harness straps. "Seems like it."

Nathan blinked, trying to make sense of it. "They arrested you?" The answer was probably obvious, but he still couldn't believe it. "What'd you do? Steal someone's book?" he asked sarcastically, eyebrows raised. Hannah and "arrested" didn't belong in the same sentence.

She didn't respond right away—she hadn't really thought of how to answer that question. "Something like that..."

He scoffed, half-laughing, half-disbelieving. "Never thought I'd see you here. You were the golden one, remember?"

Hannah rolled her eyes, but Nathan only grinned. Slowly, it felt like things were almost back to the way they used to be.

"None of us are anymore." "Guess not."

Silence fell—not awkward, but familiar. They'd been here before. In the mess hall, in training rooms, in quiet hallways when neither of them could sleep. Silence had always been a part of them.

Soon, that silence was replaced by the Chancellor's voice. Hannah turned to the screen in front of her, listening to the others react. She had already heard those words. But something else drew her attention—one of the panels flashing in a strange pattern.

"I missed this," Nathan said, and she turned to look at him. "Talking to you."

Hannah didn't reply. The words caught in her throat. But she knew... she missed it too.

That moment shattered when the ship began to shake and an alarm blared across the cabin. Hannah's eyes snapped back to the panel—its red light flashing urgently.

"Warning. Atmospheric entry in progress." A robotic voice rang out, and the ship shook harder.

Screams filled the drop ship, panic spreading fast. Hannah's heart pounded violently in her chest. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and—trying to summon courage—unbuckled her harness.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing?" Nathan straightened, grabbing her arm.

Hannah looked at him urgently, pulling away but not leaving her seat completely. "I have to check something." She didn't wait for an answer.

She made her way toward the panel, grabbing onto anything within reach. She sat in front of the monitors and buckled the safety straps tightly around her torso.

Her fingers flew over the controls and interface, scanning for damage. Until someone sat beside her.

"What are you doing? Are you a pilot? Do you even know this system?" asked a guy with medium-length dark hair and Asian features.

Hannah shook her head honestly. "No. Do you?"

He shook his head as well. "No, but I know this system. Well... kind of... enough."

"Then help me. I think the descent control is offline," Hannah said.

The guy scanned the data quickly, but his face went pale. "We're coming in too fast. If we don't stabilize, we're going to burn up."

He didn't need to say it again—Hannah was already entering commands.

"Can you redirect through the auxiliary thrusters?"

He swallowed hard. "I can try..."

Hannah fought to stay focused amid the chaos.

"No... I can't redirect all of it. Maybe... just enough to slow us down."

"Do it," Hannah ordered, gripping the seat as she closed her eyes.

The ship tilted, groaned, and screamed.

Then, A violent crash. Metal shrieked.

The lights went out. And everything fell silent.

They had reached Earth.

[pitbull-luva]

In the middle of my bellarke feels all over again.

[daniikomtrikru]

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