Here is a real crack ship for you: Carlos Oliveira x Donna Beneviento…
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I want to see Chris Redfield in the next Resident Evil game with his hair long and shaggy. He just has not cut it since the last game, and it hangs in a dark curtain around his face.
A moment of tenderness that shows him someone cares about him when they pin it back, or braid it for him, despite grumbling.
Evil Residents AU setting/plot:
After the events of RE: Village, a team of scientists dedicated to ending the threat of bioweapons gets a hold of the remains of the village Lords and manage to restore them to life for study. This success inspires them to clone back to life prominent bioweapon scientists and knowledgeable people with the intent of forcing them to work to undo the damage caused by their discoveries and other related threats.
These cloned and restored ‘assets’ are housed and live together in a secure complex and monitored by handlers consisting of various well intentioned parties familiar with containing the assets’ damage.
Assets: Albert Wesker, Alex Wesker, William Birkin, Annette Birkin, Alexia Ashford, Alfred Ashford, Steve Burnside, Ada Wong, Mother Miranda, Ethan Winters, Rose Winters, Donna Beneviento, Karl Heisenberg, Alcina Dimitrescu, and the Dimitrescu sisters.
Handlers: Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Barry Burton, Moira Burton, Rebecca Chambers, Carlos Oliveira, Billy Coen, HUNK, Sherry Birkin, Ashley Graham, Jake Muller
Cloning team: some yet to be named OCs maybe
(Basically ‘everyone lives together’ AU where we can set weskenberg and other ship ficlets, snippets and headcanons. Also yes this is a repost, the original blog got nuked)
Whenever Tinkerbell tries to be saucy and fluster captain Hook with her flirtatiousness, he turns the tables on her with a simple gesture. He shows her the crook of the pinkie finger on his good hand.
“Remember, Ms. Bell, Captain Hook is more man in his little finger than your Peter will ever be. And I can show you any time you like.”
Karl Heisenberg sitting hunched in his workshop, smoking a cigar and looking at his hands. Looking at his hands and feeling like he’s wasting away. Like the smoke in his lungs is more human than he will ever be again.
Karl Heisenberg can’t get sick in the normal way, but sometimes the mold surges or blooms in his body, and makes it feel like he has a bad cold. Coughing, sneezing, aches, fever, the works.
He hates it; it makes him feel like his body is physically falling apart, and he worries some time it will end in losing control of his human form.
When he gets like this, laying in bed, miserable and covered in blankets, Albert comes to comfort him quietly. A cup of tea, smoothing Karl’s hair.
Karl is pathetic like this, but Wesker can’t hate him for it. It reminds him of holding Jill in his arms after the fall, her neck broken, hanging in the fragile space between life and death, and needing to help her too.