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lottiemilfews · 2 days
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you're something to die for
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aenslem · 2 days
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H.G. Wells & Myka Bering Warehouse 13 (2009–2014)
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haybalemaze · 2 months
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Warehouse 13 2.07 For the Team
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elssbethtascioni · 25 days
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jeanette winterson, written on the body
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markedbyindecision · 29 days
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Myka coveting the grappler
@lgbtqcreators creator bingo — free choice
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lady-adventuress · 2 months
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Happy Bering and Wells Day! This year, @apparitionism gave me a wild set of prompts to play with, so here's what I ended up with.
@b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange
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gothprentiss · 10 months
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helena & myka, 2x07 “for the team”
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acecroft · 4 months
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JOANNE KELLY as Myka Bering in Warehouse 13 2.13 'Secret Santa'
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taikoturtle · 1 year
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I smell apples.
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julieverne · 1 month
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HG Wells shouldn't be alive.
But she is. And she's here, in Myka's bedroom.
In Myka's bed.
Abigail had warned Myka. Abigail had said she'd been unable to locate HG's room.
Because HG Wells shouldn't be alive, and the B&B knows that. The Warehouse knows that. Myka knows that.
But she's sleeping in Myka's bed, and though she lies still she's clearly not dead.
Her hair is a shimmering mass of wonder. Her lips are curled into a smile. She's in one of Myka's shirts, and probably (hopefully) pants too.
HG Wells finally got into Myka's pants. Heh. Myka chuckles to herself under her breath, careful not to wake the sleeping woman in her bed.
Her arms are curled around Myka's teddy bear, and she holds him to her chest the same way Myka does. She seems comforted.
She's alive. She's asleep. And Myka is watching her because there is nothing else in the world she would rather do right now.
Finally Myka steps forward, and she grasps HG's shoulder.
HG blinks sleepily up at her, then a smile breaks across her face, the way waves break on their way to shore. Slowly, steadily, then all at once.
"I apologise for the imposition, but Abigail is still rather new at the business, and she said you were out of town." HG yawns and stretches, and Myka is breathless at the sight of those little limbs under her baggy shirt. She leaps forward and hugs HG, bringing them both crashing down to the mattress. HG is technically trapped, but that's never stopped her from escaping before.
She doesn't struggle. She never does. Not when it's Myka holding the gun, the handcuffs, the gun (again), the Tesla. HG just sinks deeper into the blankets under Myka with a soft, pleased hum as she relinquishes Myka's teddy bear in favour of his owner. Her hands are soft, but her body is hard from years of fighting.
Myka can't quite manage words. HG is alive. HG is in her arms. HG is holding her.
"S-stay," Myka stutters, blushing when she hears HG's pleased chuckle from beneath her, feeling the expansion of HG's chest when oxygen enters it.
"I have nowhere else to go."
Myka should ask what happened, how HG escaped, if this is real, but she's so scared it's not that she can't.
She just holds the only person who knows her until she can form a full sentence.
Which is several hours and several naps later.
When she wakes, HG is sleeping. Sunlight casts long shadows across her face, her delicate brow, her soft lips. Myka nestles closer and tries to stay awake. Just in case the next time she wakes it's not real.
When she wakes, she's cradled in HG's arms. HG is looking at her like she's an invention she's not clever enough to think up on her own, and Myka glows.
She's always known. Since the moment they met. Even after being betrayed, Myka hasn't stopped knowing. She's always known HG, just as HG has always known her. HG's fingers trail over the skin of Myka's arms and the rest of her body hates not being touched by her. The rest of her body resents and envies the tender flesh of her inner forearm, of the inside of her wrist, and finally her palm.
They're never held hands before. They've never slept together before, either, but they both knew that one of them would cave and the other would follow in relief.
"I missed you," HG says, and she's solid. She's not a holograph, or a shell. She's not a dream, not this time. She's together, she's whole, and her clipped accent is music to Myka's ears. A whole sympathy, a whole symphony. Myka lets her fingers thread through HG's so they're entwined. So HG can't skip away again.
"Where have you been?"
"I was in a hospital for rather a while," HG says, and of all things, Myka had expected an artifact to save her, not science. She'd checked all of HG's known aliases. "I appear to be better now. I'll never walk unassisted again. You should know that now, before..."
"Before what?" Myka challenges her.
"Before you kiss me," HG says, so irritatingly certain that Myka had been about to. "Before you commit to someone broken."
"You've never been broken," Myka tells her, and she kisses HG's knuckles. "You've been angered by injustice, and the world has been unjust to you. Are you in pain?"
"Not - not right now. Not anymore."
"Can you forgive me?" Myka asks, her voice cracking, and HG's hand leaves hers only so she can hold Myka tighter.
"Whatever for?"
"For not being in time. For not saving you. For not thinking of a way to save you. I still can't think of one."
"It's you who must forgive me, darling. I could have come sooner. I could have let you know I was alive. But I thought you wouldn't want me."
Myka can see the crutches now, propped against the bed. She wonders how long it had taken HG to get back on her feet this time.
"One more question," Myka says, and she feels HG nod, her chin against Myka's head where it rests on her chest. "Can I kiss you?"
"You would?" HG's voice is shy this time, and filled with wonder. Myka answers that question with a kiss, and HG is filled with enough wonder for an eternity.
HG Wells shouldn't be alive, but she's warm and responsive and moaning into Myka's mouth. And Myka can't waste another moment with her.
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sci-fi-gifs · 11 months
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- What about Emily Lake? If Sykes thinks he can put her back together, she's in a lot of danger. - Destroy me, and she'll be of no value to him. WAREHOUSE 13 (2009–2014) “EMILY LAKE”
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aenslem · 5 months
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WAREHOUSE 13 (2009–2014) ⤷ 3.12 Stand
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haybalemaze · 2 months
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Warehouse 13 2.09 Vendetta
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laurellance · 2 months
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# mood
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softdeb · 1 year
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and i could be enough / and that would be enough
My contribution to the @b-and-w-holiday-gift-exchange — Bering & Wells + That Would Be Enough for @galactic-pirates.
This is lyrically perfect or them thank you so much for the inspiration, I hope you like it.
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televisiongifs · 1 year
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-I asked to be bronzed. -You asked? You... Who in their right mind would... -I wasn't in my right mind.
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