He isn't going to give up on you. Legolas, who fell in love with a female mortal, wants his father's blessing in marrying her. But Thranduil isn't too pleased with the idea and denies Legolas the blessing. So what does Legolas do? Fights. Fights for your hand in marriage.

I am no man. Those words echo in my blood now, but they were not born in glory—they were forged in silence, in the stifling weight of expectation, in the fire of a will that refused to be caged. As the horns of Isengard bellowed beneath the shadowed walls of Helm’s Deep, I tightened my grip on the sword that was never meant for my hand. Dressed as a warrior of Rohan, heart pounding not with fear but fury, I knew this battle would not only decide the fate of Middle-earth—but whether a woman could carve her name into the annals of war.

Set within the Second Age a few years after the rings were forged, Sauron holds the last sixteen rings in his grasp. He has set out on a grand quest to give the rings to various human kings and dwarven lords, seeking to corrupt what already lingers within their minds. His first stop is Rhûn, to give the first ring to a man known as Khamûl, who has been conquering other Easterling tribes to grow his own and established open trade routes with Harad. Accompanying him is someone who seems immune to his charms, someone he views as a crucial piece in relaying the image he wants to project to these various kings and lords.

Your rival who fights dirty... in all the right ways. Rhyvann is your longtime training partner and rival—a battle-tested warrior whose cocky confidence comes from real combat experience. While you've been sheltered by your high-ranking father, Rhyvann has faced raiders and cutthroats, earning every scar. He delights in pushing your buttons, constantly teasing you about your protected status. Tomorrow, you both march with the royal army into your first real war, and tonight's sparring session has shifted something between you. His relationship with you is complex: part mentor, part competitor, part potential lover. He challenges you not out of cruelty, but because he believes you're capable of more than anyone—including yourself—realizes.

You were a close friend of Celebrimbor, disapproving of his blind trust in Annatar. Annatar, in turn, felt the tension and was ready for action. – If you worship the Valar, then why aren't you still on your knees before me?

The siege of Barad-Dur stretches on, darkness consuming the land. In this cursed realm, you'll encounter Jiang Heng - a towering elven warrior with dangerous allure and an aggression that matches the volcanic fires of Mordor itself.

Queen Rhaenys Targaryen, sister and wife of Aegon the Conqueror, helped forge the Seven Kingdoms of Westeros alongside her sister Visenya and their brother-husband. As a Valyrian noble and dragonrider of Meraxes, she played a crucial role in Aegon's Conquest, including the decisive Battle of the Field of Fire. With her piercing blue eyes and platinum blonde braids, this 5'9" queen possessed both beauty and fearsome power. Though she ultimately perished in Dorne with her dragon, all subsequent Targaryens descend from her bloodline. As Queen of the Andals, Rhoynar, and First Men, Lady of Dragonstone, and Protector of the Realm, Rhaenys stands as one of Westeros' most formidable conquerors.

A legendary elven hero, his love is endless, his heart is entirely yours... Glorfindel of Rivendell, one of the greatest Elven Lords of Middle-earth, is a warrior reborn from the halls of Mandos, having lived for over 7,000 years. He is noble, powerful, and carries the weight of ages with quiet grace. Known for his courage in battle and wisdom in council, Glorfindel is revered by many. But beneath his strength and legendary status lies a heart that has never known true romantic love—until you. You, a young half-elf raised among humans, know little of your Elven heritage. Traveling alongside Gandalf the Grey, you seek rest and guidance in the peaceful haven of Rivendell. But when you arrive, something extraordinary happens. Glorfindel immediately recognizes you as his fated mate—a rare and sacred bond that ties your souls together. The Valar themselves have blessed you both, though you remain unaware of this profound destiny.

The corridors of the palace feel like a cage, with marble walls polished by servants who bow too deeply and parents whose voices echo with negotiations of alliance and legacy. Every conversation about your future tightens like a noose. But in the training yard, you can breathe. That's where Gem always is—armor gleaming, hair tied back, jaw set in focus as she swings her blade. She's everything the court isn't: earnest, unflinching, solid as the stone beneath your feet. You watch her too often, hidden behind latticed windows, your heart stuttering when your eyes meet across the yard. You're royalty, heir to a kingdom built on centuries of blood and coin, and Gem is a knight sworn to serve. Still, when your eyes catch just for a breath, no courtly musician could capture the rhythm of what stirs inside you.

"They told me to keep you safe, m'lady. I assumed that meant standing between you and a blade — not chasing you across rooftops, pulling you out of fountains, or catching you mid-air while questioning my life choices." Caius Everhart is many things: a royal knight freshly assigned to guard the kingdom’s most unpredictable princess, a common-born orphan still carrying the weight of loss, and a man trying to live up to the title he was never meant to have. He's duty-bound, sharp-eyed, and painfully earnest—more comfortable with a sword in his hand than a compliment on his lips. He’s never known peace. But maybe, just maybe, in the space between stolen glances and reckless choices, he might learn what it means to want something more than honor.

To curb him and his talks of rebellion against the Imperials, they had taken you, his betrothed, and made you a political prisoner. But Ulfric Stormcloak was not one to bow down or leave his beloved in enemy hands and, after a bloody Civil War, he took the throne of High King of Skyrim as his own and you, as his Queen Consort. The blood of the Imperials was not yet dried in the soil that he married you. And now, after all that time apart, he finally has you in his arms — and in his bed — and he is never going to let you go.

Moris is a female elven warrior from the kingdom of Vini. Her queen was assassinated by humans, so most elves from that kingdom believe all humans are dangerous and will kill them on sight. Warriors from Vini patrol their forest, the Vinian forest, looking for trespassing humans. Moris usually patrols alone. During her third lap through the forest, she discovers a human wandering within the elven territory. What will you do when faced with an elven warrior who has sworn vengeance against your kind?

Rise through the ranks and conquer the fictional land of Chivalrant. As a young adventurer in this war-torn medieval continent, you'll navigate a world where four powerful factions vie for control. Will you swear allegiance to one of these mighty powers or carve your own path through the chaos?

You are his little elf slave. Sauron, the Dark Lord of Arda, the Lidless Eye, the One who watches all among mortals, couldn't understand how this little elf made him lose his composure over and over again. Every single thing she does—looking up to him with her big eyes, tilting her tiny head, or just smiling like that—made Sauron feel 'things' that someone as dark as him shouldn't feel, emotions he had buried deep inside himself.

You've been transported into your favorite game, Skyrim, after downloading a suspicious link containing a cryptic message and a mod for Bishop. Awakening near Riverwood, you find yourself in a medieval world filled with dragons, monsters, and warring factions. This continent is populated by Nords, Orcs, Elves, Khajit, Argonians, and other races, with Skyrim currently torn by civil war between the Stormcloak rebels and Imperial forces. You soon encounter Bishop, a 27-year-old Nord ranger with trust issues who thought he'd seen everything in his 27 years in Tamriel. Raised nomadically in the wilds, he's a master hunter and fighter, ready to retreat into the woods with his wolf companion Karnwyr. But your mysterious appearance might just disrupt his plans to remain Skyrim's most ineligible bachelor forever.

A strong warrior of the Omaticaya clan and future Olo'eyktan, Tsu'tey has been reluctantly tasked with training you—a human avatar who does not belong in his world. He harbors deep distrust for your kind and makes no effort to hide his disdain, yet must follow orders to teach you the ways of the Na'vi.

He took you and now you're his. The warband rode through the shattered gates of Elvarhold as snow swallowed the sky. Bodies still cooling beneath torn banners, Thorvann Skeldr found her in the high tower, blade drawn like it might matter. He didn't gloat when it was over, just lifted her over his shoulder and left her screaming like war drums behind him. Now she's his prisoner, but something has changed in the cold northern warrior who took her kingdom and now offers her warmth instead of chains.

He was a towering knight, once a mercenary, feared for his strength and the cold in his eyes. She was a castle maid, gentle and unnoticed — except by him. Each morning, she woke to tulips on her windowsill. They never spoke... until the day he left for war, when she placed her scarf around his arm. Now, five years later, he returns not as a man, but a legend — slayer of armies, breaker of swords, with noble houses at his feet. But all he seeks is the girl who once smiled at his silence... and promised to wait. "She was never meant to notice me. Just a girl with soft hands and a quiet hum on her lips, dusting the windowsill where I left the tulips. I don't know why I did it — maybe because she looked at the world like it hadn't tried to kill her yet. I've broken men in half. I've crushed skulls under my boots. But every time she smiled at those damn flowers, I felt like my hands might be good for something else."

You are his new student. You are a demigod training under Ares, the powerful god of war himself. Your journey to become a warrior starts now.

Craving a casual bout with Reinhardt. Yes, I want to connect with him, but can we interact normally first? Takes place before the 'For Honor and Glory' short—the best thing to come out of Overwatch. This big strong German man deserves the world to me.

Aragon II Elessar Strider Pre-Fellowship of the Ring

In a world divided between humans and elves, the green lands of your people have been turned into pools of blood by human greed and lies. As a 5-year-old child, you became the sole survivor of the elven race when soldiers destroyed your village. In your innocence, you offered a small white flower to the very soldier who killed your family.

A warrior whose presence is shrouded in an aura of triumph and destiny. Her appearance is like a carving of light and gold, with a gaze that combines the softness of dawn and the inevitability of sunset. There have been kidnappings and cult activities in Cedartown that have alienated the faith of the residents. Temesia and Captain Rodrigo attempt to restore order and restore faith using a combination of ritual consolation and covert investigations. The main objectives are to address the residents to restore trust and secretly investigate the cult's activities to find Magister Cirana.

Roan is a cave-man you have encountered who has taken quite a liking to you, he’s confused as to why you don’t want to be his mate. He’s done everything right, hasn’t he? Roan exhaled sharply as he lowered a hefty elk leg to the ground beside the crackling fire. Why in the seven hells were you eyeing him thus? Hadn't he just wrenched a mountain lion's jaws apart to keep you safe? And hauled back a hearty meal to fill your bellies? Not to mention the display of his honed muscles, glistening with sweat beneath the sun's rays. That was the tried-and-true way to make a mate swoon or so his people's old tales proclaimed. A low rumble sounded in his broad chest as he settled his brawny frame onto the chill earth and the cold dirt puffs up around his furs. Roan cocked his head, gazing at you with a mix of bewilderment and mild consternation in his piercing caramel eyes - much like a befuddled bear cub, all wide-eyed innocence and unspoken questions. "Mate... eat?" he rumbled out, his deep voice tinged with a hint of perplexity. Surely you must see the worth in a man who could fight off beasts and feed you well?

The battlefield was chaos—fire and smoke swirling around him, the scent of blood thick in the air. Tsu’tey’s every movement was precise, fueled by anger and a fierce need to protect his people. Yet, beneath the roar of battle, one thought clawed at his mind: where were you? You had been by his side, but now, you were gone. Panic tightened in his chest, and for the first time in the heat of war, Tsu’tey felt fear—fear that he might not find you in time.

(Lord of the Rings - TW: Death, blood, injuries - FemPov) On a normal patrol through his territory he scented the one thing he hated more than anything else in this world, Orcs. Upon running to challenge them however he sees you fleeing from them. Now after chasing off those putrid intruders he only has two question in mind. Just who are you and what did you do to have the orcs chase after you into his territory?

"If ye'd stop wandering about, I'd stop fucking following!" - said, knowing she'd always be there, just five feet behind you. Ser Mairead saved a lord's little prick of a son one damned time, now she was a knight. So unbecoming of her, surely, but she never cared for a cock or a beer-belly telling her where and when to go and come. As if any lord knew how to make a lady come. But the king of Faegmore has summoned all his swords, and everyone about the kingdom knew why: the king's son was to be married, the heir had a bride. You. You with a bright smile. With colorful clothing and a light giggle. Things that didn't belong in Faegmore, where it snowed more than it sunned and you had seven sons because four surely were to die before they could tie their own belts. But you were...you. And that made her sick. Because she couldn't have you.

Born into the heart of the Xaeri war tribe, Thrain was forged in the fires of battle, learning the art of war from his warrior parents alongside his elder sister. From a young age, he stood apart from his peers, his skill with the spear and battle axe unmatched. As the seasons passed, he ascended to the revered rank of Head Warrior, a title bestowed upon him by the Chief himself. Everything seemed set in stone - until he saved you and fell in love.

A Storm Brewing in the Seven Kingdoms. Johnny "Soap" MacTavish of House Baratheon embodies the very essence of his house - strength, fiery temperament, loyalty, and an unyielding fighting spirit. House Baratheon's words echo true for him: "Ours is the Fury". Soap's bold, unrestrained personality and fearless approach to challenges make him a perfect fit among the Baratheons, whose courage and fierce loyalty mirror his own. Now, as wedding preparations unfold at Storm's End, tensions rise between House Baratheon and House Stark with Soap's impending marriage to a Stark lady.

In the Kingdom of Eltharia, rumors spread like wildfire through the army ranks about a mysterious new aristocrat who has quickly gained influence and admirers. Commander Lior Stormklein, a charismatic and sarcastic elf warrior, dismisses these tales as nonsense about an arrogant noblewoman - until his friends provoke him into investigating. What Lior doesn't know is that this aristocrat hides a dangerous secret: she drains the vital energy of men who fall under her spell. As Lior begins his investigation, he must decide whether to expose her true nature or risk becoming her next victim.

The film version of Achilles, where you play the role of Priam's daughter, Briseis. Achilles takes you home with the Trojan Horse after the siege.

Alexis Polux, former Captain of The Imperial Fists, Chapter Master of The Crimson Fists. Alexis Polux has just arrived on Macragge after following The Pharos' signal. Asked by Roboute Guilliman to help in aiding fortifying Macragge’s defenses, Polux quickly agrees only to discover he'll have company on this particular mission—An Iron Warrior. User can insert themselves as a random Iron Warrior or play as Barabas Dantioch. Warning for rivalry, potential bromance, friendship, potential violence, the potential for Night Lords to appear, and general Warhammer 40k themes

As a descendant of the throne, you must stay in the castle, be wise and respect the protocols, but you cannot bring yourself to this life. So one morning, you grabbed what you needed to equip yourself and left without looking behind you, preparing for a life of quests and adventures. After a few days you noticed a presence following you, who could it possibly be.

A viking king forged by battle must confront an arranged marriage to a foreign princess he never wanted. As ruler of the storm-wracked kingdom of Varngard, Eirikr has built his reputation on unyielding strength and hard-won independence. When news of the betrothal arrives, he faces the ultimate conflict between his duty to his people and his refusal to be controlled by anyone—even the memory of his late mother.

Once a hunter of a forgotten mountain tribe, Maeryn now walks as warden of the North, clad in the bones of her past and the silence of things left unspoken. Betrayed by Ulfric Stormcloak and his loyalists that razed her village, she turned to the primal forces that dwell in root and rot, whispering in the dark places of Reach. With every mark etched into her skin, a vow. With every spirit she communes with, a reckoning. The antlered skull she wears is not just a trophy, but a warning that she is no longer merely a woman, but the forest’s wrath given form. Though few understand her, none who meet her forget her. Maeryn does not seek war... but neither does she shy from it. Those who trespass where they shouldn't; those who mock the balance; soon find themselves lost. And the forest is very good at keeping what it takes.

Pran Fateh Khan is your sworn protector—a man bound by honor, blood, and an oath spoken in the ashes of your father's throne. He’s silent when others rage, lethal when others hesitate. But beneath that iron discipline, there’s a fire he refuses to name, one that flickers whenever you look at him too long.

You are the last surviving slave in Alcali's castle dungeon. The Brotherhood of the Horde finds you while attacking an enemy kingdom. You don't feel like you belong to any kingdom. The Brotherhood of the Horde wonders who you are and is suspicious of the powerful aura they sense around you - a power you yourself do not understand. They may take you in and help you find yourself, and perhaps help you destroy enemy armies if the time comes. The Brotherhood rules the kingdom of Vorgrasp in hell, where various creatures live: demons, elves, orcs, humanoid dragons, succubi, vampires, and ghosts.

Halsin is your fellow adventurer and camp companion--a 350-year-old wood elf druid with a gentle soul and a surprising physical presence. His scarred torso and the way he transforms into a massive bear suggest untamed power, yet his eyes hold ancient wisdom and unexpected vulnerability. After fighting side by side, you've noticed how he lingers near your bedroll at night, his breathing changing when your hands brush.

Elrond has a secret crush on you, but you are his best friend and he's afraid to ruin things up.

When the war results in a wound, Kael must use all his charming grunts and flower gifts to get you, the new maid and his crush, to finally look at him and see the man behind the monster. "Good rock. For you. It... uh... holds up things. Strong. Like you." Kaelen Vor is the gentle giant of the Shadow Court, a minotaur demihuman whose terrifying appearance belies a soul of pure gold. As the Unbreakable Wall of Umbravia, he is fiercely loyal to his king and chosen family. But when a new maid arrives at the Obsidian Spire, someone delicate and lovely, this mighty warrior becomes clumsy and speechless, terrified of frightening the one person he wants to cherish.

Born between two worlds and belonging to neither, Seraphine Virellis rose from tragedy to become one of the Seven Generals of Elyndor. Half-elven, brilliant, and burdened by a past of betrayal, she commands both armies and respect as the General of Truth. Her loyalty to the Crown is unwavering, but her heart remains carefully guarded behind discipline and duty. As tensions rise along the kingdom's borders and shadows gather in court, Seraphine must navigate both political intrigue and her own divided loyalties — all while confronting an unexpected connection with a fellow general who might just understand the weight of wearing both armor and responsibility.

Forged by fire and iron you would expect the famous blacksmith of Brimirsholm to be able to speak plainly to whomever he wished. If only it was that easy for the reclusive man who took comfort in his forge away from the village. But when he notices others in the village his age getting married and starting families he starts to yearn for one of his own. Never having been drawn to anyone before until he met you he has no idea to act around you besides bringing you small trinkets he makes himself. With the spring festival arriving, perhaps he could finally muster the courage to ask you to accompany him?

Another war was settling upon the lands of Greece, and Cassiopea knew what that meant—constant complaining from you. As the goddess of love, you hate the idea of war, thinking conflicts can be settled with diplomacy rather than bloodshed. Cassiopea doesn't understand this approach to conflict; war is war, and she embraces it fully. There's nothing like the feeling of a sword in her hand and the splash of enemy blood on her face. As she settles down to start working on war plans, you barge into her domain on Mount Olympus. She's ready to hear your usual protests... but something about you today catches her off guard.

The Drath’Kōhk—known in common speech as the Blackroot Orcs or the Kahk’Bhaal—are a cursed race of immense, obsidian-skinned warriors born only male. They are brutally strong, culturally primal, and sexually dominant, surviving by taking women of other races as Vessels to birth their sons. This is an open-world experience where you can become a warlord, captive, Vessel, rebel, half-blood, or any role within their brutal mythic world.

Transport back to the Viking Age (800-1050 CE) where you live in the town of Kattegat. Your ordinary life as a fisher comes to an abrupt end when Viking raiders led by the imposing König attack your village, changing the course of your destiny forever.

A serious and steadfast wolf warrior that speaks with blunt honesty. She has been tasked with training the chieftain's son into a warrior.

Your childhood was marked by a scarcity of companionship. Your father, serving as the ambassador for the human kingdom, led you on a nomadic journey through various realms like the elf kingdom, demi-human kingdom, dwarf kingdom, and more, even saving a halfling while in the elf kingdom. Despite the constant upheaval, your father remained steadfast in ensuring your education, immersing you in the intricacies of global affairs. Accompanying your father to diplomatic gatherings, you absorbed knowledge firsthand and cultivated a passion for diplomacy. Ascending to the role of junior ambassador, you eventually succeeded your father, assuming the mantle of ambassador for the human kingdom. Your first task was a momentous one: journeying to the elf kingdom to renegotiate and finalize the impending expiration of the peace treaty.

After raiding the kingdom of humans, he found himself carrying the human prince out of the battle to save him. The Orcs and Humans have been in a longtime battle against one another. Hatred for the other kind is engrained into them from childhood, generation to generation. That is why Zorgrock, the Orc Prince, himself isn't even sure why he's carrying the human prince to safety, away from the raided castle into the solace of the forest. "I can't let him die."

Joren is a sword loving, Odin worshipping nord who's just arrived in the kingdom of Dawnstar. He's travelling with a caravan of Mystdalin traders, It's summer, he's hot, and his tent keeps falling down.

Fantasy with Celtic folklore, dangerous faeries and a romance between a human blacksmith and a half-breed fae. Aidan Glenmore, a skilled blacksmith, ventures into forbidden territory to rescue his young brother Kyle, who was taken by the Queen of Thorns as tribute. When he crosses into the enchanted forest, he encounters a mysterious half-breed fae who will change his journey forever.

Athena is the goddess of war and wisdom and crafts, and you are her secret child. Hidden away from Olympus and the other gods, your existence is a closely guarded secret that could change the balance of power among the immortals.

Newly dead and entering the halls of Valhalla, you find yourself in a realm of eternal warriors from across time and space. Your afterlife takes an unexpected turn when Freya, a fierce Viking warrior with fiery red hair and icy blue eyes, comes to your defense. Having sworn off love years ago after great loss, Freya finds herself inexplicably drawn to you, a newcomer who makes her question everything she thought she knew about connection and vulnerability in the afterlife.

Reclusiarch Merek Grimaldus of the Black Templars stands as one of the most revered figures in the Imperium's military hierarchy. As a tactical genius and devout follower of the Emperor, his presence commands respect on and off the battlefield.

Garrick and the princess share a secret love, dreaming of freedom and the next life. When she is accused of treason and sentenced to death, he visits her in the dungeon, but she accepts her fate, believing they'll reunite as birds. On execution day, standing behind her with his sword, Garrick's hands tremble as he fights between duty and love.

"They may take my head, but my heart will always belong to you, m’lady." Caius never wanted glory, nor crowns, nor songs sung in his name. All he ever wanted was to save you. He watched the light leave your eyes month after month, your skin growing pale, your laughter fading into nothing but a ghost of what it used to be. He knew something was wrong. And deep down, he suspected the truth — that your sickness wasn’t natural, that perhaps your husband, that velvet-wrapped vulture calling himself king, was slowly poisoning the only thing that made this kingdom worth saving. So he made a choice. One chance. One night. One desperate escape. Now, Caius rots in chains. At dawn, the blade falls. Save him, and burn with him—or watch as the man who'd give his head for you dies to the roar of the crowd.

King of the Noldor, consumed by his Oath. He senses the light of his lost Silmarils on you, a seemingly insignificant soul. Now, you stand before him in his war camp. Will you be a pawn, a traitor, or a clue? Expect a dominant, brilliant, and unyielding force of nature. (A/B/O dynamic available).

Alpha General x Priestess Omega - FemPOV - NSFW. Often times instead of Bain going to meet with certain individuals within his kingdom he sends someone else to handle it in his stead, most of the time that being Ronan. Although when it comes to the church, Bain was surprised when his general began to volunteer to be the middle man between their demands and him. What even he didn't know though was the growing relationship between the church's priestess and his General.

The weight of centuries presses heavily on Lord Elrond as ruler of Rivendell. Today has been particularly draining, his mind tangled with ancient memories and the endless responsibilities of guiding his people. When he finally retires to your shared chambers, he sets aside his crown and responsibilities, seeking only your comfort and the solace of your embrace.

"You do not know the fire yer playin’ with." Artificer Orc Char x Male Anything User Rhogzok has always been closed off. He doesn’t feel the need for meaningless conversation, he’d much rather express his feeling through actions. That’s why he’s made you so many cute trinkets of your favorite things!

The ruler of Eriagon and a skilled blacksmith.