#crack!pairings

𝓕𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾, 𝓖  "𝓑𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵, 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓼𝓮𝓻𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷." 𝓛𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝓗𝔂𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓱 

𝕀𝕗 𝕗𝕝𝕠𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕨𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕦𝕒𝕘𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕 𝕓𝕖 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕀'𝕕 𝕨𝕒𝕟𝕥 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦...

I have a new ship proposition for you.

 In her report, Hunnigan stated that she felt that Helena's strong will made up for her tendency of becoming over-emotional, choosing Helena as a "prime candidate" over at least five other agents she evaluated. 

Ingrid Hunnigan praised her strong will and believed it overshadowed her negative traits.

Who does Hunnigan call first during the attack on the President?

(Gif not mine.)

Hint: It isn't Leon.

Helena shows no romantic interest in Leon. She starts off being irritated by him, but ends with being a massive Aeon shipper. (This isn't to say that you can't ship Leon/Helena)

This game is also the first time we see Hunnigan's legs. As in, she actually leaves her cave and goes where?

To visit Deborah's grave with Leon and Helena. Three canon titles (RE4, Degeneration, Damnation) of hanging out with Leon's blonde ass and Hunnigan doesn't leave her office. She will however, leave for Helena. Just like she'll keep her from getting fired MORE THAN ONCE.

Is it just one-sided though?

Helena looking at Ingrid. If this were a picture of RDJ, there'd be like three paragraphs worth of tags waxing poetic about the sparkle of her eyes. Look at that longing.

Ingrid looking at Helena. Damn, those are bedroom eyes.

Shipping Aeon. Look at them. They even match.

THEY'RE PRACTICALLY WALKING SIDE BY SIDE.

In conclusion: Ship Hunniper. (Alternately Hengrid, but that doesn't sound as good.)

Pairing: Selene/Antigen Scientist Fandom: Underworld: Awakening

Story: Because that Anitigen Scientist has a name. And he had a life and hopes ahead of him. (Selene ends up taking him hostage instead). Part 1 of ?

The glass was cracking behind him. She frowned, watching him panic in her hold, and his features (though a little sharper and cleaner cut) reminded her of Michael a little. This human was as fragile and breakable to her as the glass was breaking.

Michael had been fragile.

She pulled him back and dropped him to the floor, watching dispassionately as he gasped for breath and rubbed frantically at his throat.

“I’m taking you with me,” she said shortly, not answering the confusion on his face as he forced himself to look up at her. “You will tell me anything else you know and you will do what I say, without question. You will follow obediently and not make yourself a burden –can you fire a gun?”

He nodded hesitantly.

“Good. To compensate for your reflexes, don’t ever hesitate or you’re dead. Try to refrain from talking too much.”

Then she kicked the window and let it rain down below, ignoring his panicked yell and his automatic covering of his head. She inwardly smirked –Michael had used to do that.

“Your name?” she asked coolly.

He licked his lips nervously, eyes so bright the blue hue of them nearly seemed vampiric.

“Nicolai. Nicolai Romanov.”