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@henrenweek
Will there be a henren week in 2024?
Hey! Honestly, there wasn't a plan to do a Henren Week 2024 as up until last week I had fallen out of the 911 fandom. However, if there is some interest I'd be down to plan/organize another Henren Week for sometime later this year (August at the earliest to allow for time to plan as I'd be planning this solo this time around).
Henren Week 2020
Day 7: Free Choice
Henren’s bedroom
Henren Week 2020
Day 4: Family Moment
I swear, now that we have two, bed time is like a hostage situation.
Henren Week 2020
Day 3: Henren flirting/teasing
HENREN WEEK 2020, DAY 2: FAVORITE SCENE S2E15: Ocean’s 9-1-1
September 16th (Day 3): “I’m here now.” + hurt/comfort
“Hen,” Karen gasps, shooting her hand out blindly to try and reach her wife’s, “Hen. W-wasn’t sure you’d make it.”
“I’m here now,” Hen nods, trying not to let the tears of guilt fall until later, until her wife was no longer in acute pain and needed her to be the strong one.
Everything about this had been a surprise. They had decided, on a whim, to try one more round of IVF, while they were in the beginning processes of becoming eligible to foster through California social services. Only one embryo was possibly viable– emphasis on the possible. No one, not them, not the doctors, were really expecting it to take.
They had been so caught up in the interviewing process, in prepping their home and all their friends to confirm to the various social workers that they were fit to be foster parents that Karen didn’t even notice that her period had been late. She never even planned to take a pregnancy test, just assuming it would be another disappointment.
But then her breasts started to ache, and the smells of certain foods started to make her stomach churn, and there were days after even the fullest nights of sleep that she couldn’t even keep her eyes open.
She decided to go into the doctor’s office for a blood test, with no chance of error, before getting Hen’s hopes up.
As fate would have it, they were expecting. And after a smooth first trimester, they still were trying not get their hopes up, and then the 20 week scan and tests confirmed they were going to have a healthy baby, and they finally started to let themselves fill up with joy.
“Oh God,” Karen groans, “baby, it hurts so bad.”
“I know, I know,” Hen hums, smoothing over her wife’s sweat soaked hair, “I know, baby, but you can do it. You’re bringing our daughter into the world; you’re a superhero.”
True to the theme of the pregnancy, Karen had gone into surprise labor two weeks before her due date, in the middle of an earthquake. Cell service had been down and Hen hadn’t even gotten the call until Karen had been laboring for hours, her water already broken while she had been almost all the way across the city from her, trying to rescue children from a collapsing school building.
It feels like a miracle that she had gotten there in time, just like this baby feels like a miracle in itself.
“H-hurts!” she cries, squeezing Hen’s hand so tightly that it should cause her pain, but all she’s focused on is that her wife is about to give birth to their daughter, the best surprise of their lives.
“You can do it, you can do it. You’re unbelievable Karen, you can do it.”
The doctor encourages her to push, and there’s a determination in Karen’s eyes that Hen’s not sure she’s ever seen before. She’s screaming and crying but pushing with all her might and Hen doesn’t think she’s ever been so proud of anyone before.
“Almost there! Can see the head.”
“You hear that, baby? You’re doing great. She’s almost here.”
“A-almost– AAAH!” she shrieks, another contraction, another push.
And then a cry that’s not her own feels the room.
Her daughter; their daughter.
“She’s here– oh, K-Karen, she’s perfect,” Hen whispers, watching as the doctor lays the screaming baby down on her wife’s chest.
“Hi,” Karen sobs, overwhelmed with love for the little girl that they’ve just met, “hi, Holly. Hi. Welcome to the world outside my belly.”
Henren Week 2020
Day 2: Favorite Scene
“Apparently, there’s a serious overcrowding problem. Not enough foster parents to go around.”
Henren Week Day 2: “We’re almost to the hospital.” + angst
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It had happened so quickly. The car had come from nowhere as she was listening to Karen talk about her day and then suddenly, everything had changed.
As she’s sitting in the back of the ambulance, her hand holding tightly onto her wife’s, she can’t stop her thoughts from wandering straight back to Evelyn. Had she seen them coming? Had it been quick? Had she registered that terrifying sound of metal meeting metal?
Hen can’t tear her eyes away from Karen, at the amount of blood pouring from her head and the way her arm is at an angle it shouldn’t be. And whilst deep down she knows that her wife can survive this, just the image of seeing her in pain whilst she’s relatively unscathed just forces her to wonder if this is karma. If the universe is finally making her answer for what she had stolen, unintentionally, form Evelyn and her family.
She knows it was an accident, she’d even accepted that the blame was not on her. Malfunctions happened, she wasn’t the first emergency responder to ever crash their vehicle into an unsuspecting victim of fate. But as she’s looking at the pained face of her wife, any logical thoughts she’d once had that she could move on from what happened and go back to giving care, completely disappear.
Tears stream down her own face, mixing with the drying blood that had poured from her nose the moment the airbag went off. She opens her mouth to apologise but she knows it’s not what her wife needs to hear right then, not when she’s hurting and scared. Instead, she settles on, “I love you” and hopes that’ll be enough to at least comfort her even for just a second. The hand that isn’t holding hers, gently presses to her forehead when Karen whimpers and Hen knows she would do anything, absolutely anything to have been the one lying on that gurney.
Hen takes a breath, thumb brushing against Karen’s skin to wipe away the tears that kept escaping from terrified eyes. “We’re almost to the hospital. They’re going to fix you right up and I’m going to take such good care of you, I promise.” She pulls on her arm enough to bring Karen’s hand to her lips, lingering for a moment as her eyes close and she wills herself to be strong for her wife. She can break when Karen isn’t watching her, knowing that her own tears are only adding to the fear that must be pulsating through the other woman’s body right then. “You’re going to be okay.”
She hopes that by voicing it with as much determination in her voice as she can muster right then, Karen will believe her, even when she’s not too sure if she believes herself. Karmic retribution could take away the woman she loved more than she ever thought possible and not just for what had happened to Evelyn, but for how much she had hurt the woman she loved the year before that. “Just keep your eyes open for me, I need to see those gorgeous eyes, okay? I’ve got you, and you’re going to be just fine but I need you to just keep your eyes open a little longer. We’re almost there.”
Hen doesn’t know she manages to talk without breaking down into the tumultuous mess she feels inside, just forcing a smile on her face that she’s entirely certain comes out as more of a grimace. She’d never imagined a life without Karen, she never she’d have to despite everything that had happened and she hates herself for going right to that place as she looks at her wife. It’s not until the ambulance comes to a sudden stop that she looks away from her, making eye contact with the paramedic who had helped her from the car probably barely half an hour ago, but somehow felt as though it had been a lifetime since.
“We’re here, I love you so much, just keep those eyes on me for a little longer.”
She’s going to be okay, she has to be okay.
Henren Week Day 1 - “You know how to make a girl feel special.” + fluff
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It had been a rough few weeks, a rough few months for both of them but Karen could finally see a light at the end of the extremely long, dark tunnel they had seemingly been crawling their way out of. Between her trying to come to terms with the fact that them extending their family might not be something that’s going to happen for them and Hen struggling with her guilt over what happened (it was an accident but Karen knows her wife and the guilt she carries on her shoulders when she loses someone, anyone under any circumstance).
But things seemed to be getting better and most of all, they were getting stronger.
There had been a point, several points, in their marriage when she had doubted herself or them. Fleeting moments of not thinking they would make it through. Those were the hardest moments, when she had found herself curled up in a ball on their bed, sobbing because she couldn’t see a way out of her sadness over losing a baby she’d never had in the first place. Now though, as she eagerly waits for her wife to walk through the door from her first shift back at the 118 since—well, since everything, she knows they’re stronger than they have ever been.
Denny was with her sister for the night, so they had the house to themselves and Karen was more than a little eager to make the most of it. Still, she can’t help but wait with bated breath in the hopes that Hen had a great first day back. Karen moves to add the finishing touches to the table, lighting the candle in the middle, impressed at her own work as she takes a step back to admire it for a second. “Hey, I’m home!”
The woman glances up, a bright grin on her face when she feels the tension in her shoulders easing at the sound of Hen’s voice and the sight of the smile on her face. “Welcome home.” Whilst the circumstances that had led to Hen being home all the time for the past few weeks had been tragic and traumatic for her wife, Karen had still found herself missing her more than usual that initial first day. She had grown accustomed to holding her, to whispering words of comfort and support in her ear, to dropping her off to therapy and the two of them grabbing coffee when she was done. She had grown accustomed to having her around physically, at least. She knew to have her wife back fully mentally, going back to work was exactly what she needed.
“What’s all this?” Hen is still smiling when she walks to her, reaching those brown eyes she adores so much, any nervousness she’d had that morning when she rushed out for work completely gone. It’s with the confidence of someone who’s had a great day at work that she settles her hand on her hip and presses her lips to Karen’s for just a moment, but somehow enough to leave her breathless and her cheeks flushing slightly.
“I missed you, I wanted to do something special to commemorate your first day back.” Both of them laugh when Karen moves to pull out Hen’s chair for her, “We even have the house to ourselves for the night.”
“I thought it was suspiciously quiet.” Karen watches as Hen sits down and looks down at the food in front of her, “You know how to make a girl feel special.” Her hands move to her wife’s shoulders, gently rubbing them before Hen tilts her head up so she can lean down to press a soft kiss to her forehead, a content sigh falling from her lips as she walks to her own seat.
“So, tell me about your first day back, was there cake?”
Henren Week 2020
Day 1: Henren and the team FireFam
Hen & Karen at the 118’s parties
Henren Week begins tomorrow (Sept 14)!
Don't forget to tag your posts with #henrenweek2020 and if your post doesn't make it onto this blog, please utilize our submit function and submit a link to your tumblr post. (Do not use the submit function to submit your entry.)
Welcome to Henren week 2020
Join Henren week from September 14th - September 20th 2020
For gif/art/fanvideo makers:
September 14th (Day 1): Henren and the team
September 15th (Day 2): Favorite Scene
September 16th (Day 3): Henren flirting/teasing
September 17th (Day 4): Favorite Conversation
September 18th (Day 5): Henren talking about each other
September 19th (Day 6): Favorite Family Moment
September 20th (Day 7): Free Choice
Prompts for fic writers:
September 14th (Day 1): “You know how to make a girl feel special.” + fluff
September 15th (Day 2): “We’re almost to the hospital.” + angst
September 16th (Day 3): “I’m here now.” + hurt/comfort
September 17th (Day 4): “Watch out!” +fun
September 18th (Day 5): “I will always choose you.” + love
September 19th (Day 6): “You’re beautiful.” + smut
September 20th (Day 7): Free Choice
Rules:
For fic writers, dialogue must be used but your work doesn’t have to fall into the genre listed
Content must be uploaded to Tumblr for it to be “counted” and reblogged to this blog
Any form of content is appreciated, though genderbends are strictly not allowed (trans depictions are NOT included in this)
Please tag your work with #henrenweek2020 so we can reblog it
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