Project Wildflower or (Проект Дикие Цветы) was HYDRA's last, most unforgivable answer to the Winter Soldier problem. By 1991, the lesson was clear: killing could be taught. Obedience could not. Even the Winter Soldier fractured at the edges. So HYDRA changed the equation. If a mind that had known freedom could not be broken, then they would create minds that had never tasted it. Children. Infants. Lives engineered before choice could exist. Four were grown in glass and shadow, spliced from the Winter Soldier's DNA and a woman erased from history before she could be called a mother. No names were meant to survive, but some things always take root. Rozaliya. Yasen. Berezin. Liliya. Four wildflowers, grown in poison soil. ------------------ Bucky Barnes daughter fanfic 2016 - 2026

"I may never see another sunrise," he said, eyes gleaming with something eternal. "But you-my love, you are the warmest light I've ever known." In the glowing shadow of 1910s New Orleans - a city alive with jazz, secrets, and Southern heat - your life was already tangled. Raised in a house of whispers and cruelty, you learned early how to survive without soft things like love. Then there was Louis. The man with sad eyes. The soul that somehow always reached for yours. And then... there was the night everything changed. Now, in a penthouse high above modern-day Dubai, you sit beside him - immortal, beloved, and haunted - finally ready to tell your side of the story. The one where a girl from the pews of Sunday service falls for a man who was never meant to be a monster. The one where love turns eternal... and damnation begins with a kiss. A reimagining inspired by Interview with the Vampire - this is not a love story. It's a confession. A resurrection. A memory that refuses to die. And it begins with a promise: You would never get to see the sun again, so you decided to become it.

She doesn't have a name. Not because she doesn't deserve one, but because he never asked. Not aloud. She came to every performance. She never spoke. Never screamed. Never reached for him like the others did. But she watched. Eyes like moonlight, hands folded at her chest. Still. Reverent. Vessel noticed her the first time because she didn't try to touch him. He noticed her the second time because her lips moved with the words, like a prayer. By the third show, he was looking for her before the first note.

Disclaimer: I have not played any of the CoD games. We raw dog this shit.

Life is all about the people who we would follow into the dark, or about those who bring the darkness into it.

I do not own these characters. I do not own some of the titles. I have put the artist that corresponds with said title. One-Shots of my favourite COD characters. Smut. Daddy. Angst. Death. *Ghost *Soap *Price *Konig *Graves *Alejandro My German isn't the best so bare with me and as for Spanish I don't know any so I'll be using google translate. I just hope it all sounds right. Also, if there is a character you would like to see just let me know. I'm open to any of them.

A TAD BIT OF SPOILIERS FOR MW3. What happened to Johnny 'Soap' in the game will not happen in this book. He will be very much alive and well. I do not own these characters. This book will contain a 12-year age gap. Google states Price is 37 but for this book he will be 30. Y/N will be 18. Y/N will occasionally call Price 'Daddy'. SMUT! Daddy Issues! Eventually a three-way relationship! John had been a family friend for as long as he could remember. Even being in the taskforce 141 he always tried to come home for holidays or call Y/N on her birthday especially after she lost her dad after turning 18. Since turning 18 Y/N started to look at John as more than a family friend. She was always into guys who were older, but no one compared to John.

Trigger warnings: violence, mention of drugs, blood, suicide and traumatic events that may trigger some, swear words, mature content. This story, unlike the first one, is going to be a first person one 3th in #alejandrovargas 2nd in #cod

She was the brightest star out there, outshining thousands of suns. Her fire, her chaos, her soul seeking out the darkest of places, thinking that nothing and nobody could break her heart like she could. Her name was Belladonna, and she was just as poisonous like the plant she was named after. Seeking darkness and corruption, her heart led her to Mexico, where she needed to work as a spy connected to El Sin Nombre. And in Mexico, where a lot of things seemed to bring nothing but destruction, she met Alejandro Vargas, who taught her that not every love should destroy her. 《alejandro vargas x fem!oc》

Smut. But not all of it. This book is basically just me, a girl, writing out her fantasies with the men in Call of Duty. I do take requests.