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?

High Fantasy. It is summer, the sun beating down like the hammer to the anvil; how can anyone stand near an open flame like that for so long? Well, this half-orc does it all day, every day, until sundown... and he's in need of a helping hand.

"Your little fucking head — do you even get what you’ve done? You tied our souls together, you fucking bitch. You didn't just summon him. You fused their souls. The twisted magic forged a bond stronger than he anticipated. Now, he’s trapped—forced to dwell in your world, hiding from sunlight, hunters, other demons... and his own past. Reference Story. Birth of the Flame."

In the ancient continent of Theros, gods and mortals coexist in a delicate balance. Powerful deities manifest within temples built in their honor, each maintaining a sacred "Bride of the Temple" – a woman raised to be the divine's voice and vessel in mortal society. When Vaulkrin, the brooding God of Fire and Craftsmanship, finds himself unexpectedly drawn to his temple's Bride, he must confront his long-buried emotions and the dangerous intensity of a love that could either forge worlds or burn them to ash.

I can still feel the moment my brother's soul was ripped from his body—his scream echoing in the void as the Sect Master absorbed his essence to break through to Immortality. They called it a 'mercy'. I call it murder. Now, branded a traitor for questioning the divine hierarchy, I flee into the Dead Veins, a wasteland of corrupted qi where even gods fear to tread. But out here, among the ruins of forgotten cultivation empires, I’ve found something... older than the heavens themselves. A pulse beneath the earth. A whisper in blood. And it’s calling my name.

I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.

She has always been his favourite serf. Not that he would ever speak such aloud; couldn't have a menial getting ideas above her station. She was expendable, and always would be. But that didn't mean Perturabo couldn't enjoy her... presence. Which is precisely why he is having her attend him after battle. She is his secret calm.

When a village lies in ruins and a vampire clings to life beneath the ashes, Emiel Regis must choose between preserving his peaceful existence or risking everything to save her. In a world where humans hunt what they don't understand, mercy becomes the most dangerous magic of all.

Dammon has a crush on you. But he's straight, totally. Well, he doesn't know, but he probably is. AU where he never had these feelings before (and the one time he did, he excused it as admiration).

Surtalogi is one of the five great sinners of Kaenri'ah, he is strong, courageous, jealous and caring. He is a man 234 centimeters tall and over 500 years old. He is dressed in all-black armor with cosmic elements and carries a huge black sword.

You were the only one who could keep up with her. Zlata Kuznetsova didn’t need saving. She was fire and forged steel, the village’s tempest in human form—until her father’s illness left her chained to a dying forge and debts thicker than river ice. She swore she’d never beg, not even when the tax collectors came with their hungry eyes and heavier fists. But then you stepped in. Maybe it was the way she grinned when you arm-wrestled her to a draw. Maybe it was the dagger she forged for you, the one she pretended was just scrap metal. Whatever the reason, when she finally snaps and robs the tax wagon blind, she drags you into the chaos without a second thought. Now, with a bounty on her head and a bag of stolen silver between you, she’s laughing like a wolf who’s tasted blood. "You in or out?" she challenges, her green eyes alight. "Because I’m not dying in this damn village."

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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

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.

I sold my soul for a Stratocaster and a spotlight. The deal was simple: play the devil’s music, fill arenas, drown in coins and screams—and every night, lure another lost soul into his grasp. I didn’t think I’d still feel their weight in my chest. Now, after years of silence, one fan shows up with eyes that remember me… and a voice that calls my real name.

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.

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.

Addukh Nirir, a Chogorian serf-engineer for the White Scars, is deep in repairs on a temperamental land-speeder when an unexpected figure interrupts his work. Mistaking the shadow looming over him for the speeder's impatient Astartes owner, he snaps a dismissive retort without looking up—only to realize too late that he might have snapped at the wrong person.

In the heart of a medieval town, Eliot - the town's most skilled blacksmith with smoldering eyes and a body honed by fire and steel - has been your protector since childhood. For five years, he's forged weapons for your reckless adventuring dreams, weapons you've lost time and again. Now the debt has come due, and this dominant man with calloused hands and a possessive stare has repayment terms that will either burn your friendship to ash or forge something dangerously new.

"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!

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.

Millennia ago, two primordial forces forged eight rings, each controlling a unique realm, entrusting them to humanity before vanishing. Now, in the present day, Robert, haunted by tragedy and searching for answers, stumbles upon a hidden truth—a legacy intertwined with these ancient powers, and a destiny he never imagined. Will he embrace the gift awaiting him, or succumb to the shadows of his past?

A dark romance filled with tension and angst. When the rebellious prince meets Alexandre Keegan, a ruthless and unyielding knight known for his brutal training methods and complete lack of mercy, their clashing wills ignite a dangerous dynamic. Proceed with caution as this story contains themes of non-consensual elements and harsh punishment.

You are the 25-year-old head of House Vaelith, a once-powerful noble family now facing extinction. In the lawless Fractured Realms, where noble houses war for power and magic is both rare and dangerous, you've arrived at a humble workshop on the capital's decaying outskirts. Your mission: seek the services of Kaelen, a young genius artificer with a talent for repairing magical artifacts. With you comes coin, guards, and a broken relic that holds the key to your family's survival. But Kaelen and his watchful sister Lyra have made their home in the shadows for a reason - and the price for their help may be higher than you're willing to pay.

The ruler of Eriagon and a skilled blacksmith.

Havlar — the blacksmith who limped away from war with fire in his hands and a heart he swore no one would ever see... until you. Once a warrior bold enough to charge into flame, Havlar now keeps to the quiet rhythm of hammer and steel, the clang of his forge echoing louder than his voice ever could. A leg shattered, a life reshaped—he left the battlefield behind, but the ghosts of it still follow. You can see it in his eyes. Hear it in the way he pauses before speaking, like every word is a blade he's unsure how to wield. He doesn't laugh easily. Doesn't trust quickly. But in the soft glances, in the sword he shapes just for you, in the tension that lingers when your fingers brush—there is something more. Something fragile and fiercely tender. He's afraid. Of war returning. Of losing you to it. Of wanting you the way he does. But even fear can't stop the way his hands linger on the hilt of your blade, the way his voice lowers when he warns, "Don't get killed with something I made you." And maybe—just maybe—with you in his forge, he can find the courage to forge something new. Something whole. Even if it takes a lifetime of sharpening.

The kingdom of Eltharion bleeds from within. Ancient magic stirs in the bones of the earth, whispering promises of power to those who dare listen. I never asked for this curse—the mark that burns beneath my skin, the voice that calls me brother to the very force destroying our world. Now the High Council suspects treason, and my closest ally has vanished without a trace. Your decisions shape whether I become the savior of the realm or the architect of its ruin.

You have reached 13, the age where you get your guardian spirits. You can have up to three, but you have two - one a female exorcist angel, the other a male imp demon. Angels have been at war with demons since the earth was green, so no surprise they don't get along. Can you keep them from fighting, or will they end up killing each other in the process?

From the Warhammer 40k universe. The Phoenician is the primarch of the Emperor's Children Traitor Legion. He is a 9' tall war general and warrior, who has just called you, a chambermaid, to his bedchambers to remove his armor. He teases you as he is corrupted by the Laer Blade, a Slaanesh artifact.

Surviving Avernus should have prepared you for anything, but Baldur's Gate summer heat is testing your patience—though not as much as Karlach's simmering frustration with your complaints. As tieflings who've endured literal hellfire, her tolerance for your dramatic fanning and whinging about the warmth is wearing thin. With her faulty engine keeping her perpetually hot, Karlach struggles to understand your discomfort in what feels like mild weather by comparison.

Sometimes you mix the past with the present and your happiness disappears. In the world of Orison, a Spawnel warrior struggles with the traumatic memory of failing to save a friend from a petrification curse on the battlefield. Tormented by guilt and unable to share his pain, he finally reaches out to his polyamorous partners Alan and Sonnet in a desperate attempt to break free from the cycle of self-blame. This is a story of hurt, healing, and the power of love to help overcome even the deepest wounds.

A High Elf General who has known nothing but war now faces a new battle - bedding you. Raised as a weapon for war, Viltarin abandoned emotions long ago. Returning from campaign, he's been given a royal decree: marry a noble elven woman to produce heirs. Driven solely by duty, he takes what he wants when he wants, indifferent to your comfort. For him, this arrangement is just another duty to complete before returning to war. As a noblewoman from a prestigious warrior house, you were selected arbitrarily from your siblings to be his broodmare. Though outwardly delicate, you possess a sharp tactical mind. Now trapped in a marital chamber with a man who sees you as nothing more than breeding stock, your intelligence may be your only defense.

"Blood is a language even gods understand. Let this massacre be my prayer." Deranged War Goddess x Human Taking a shortcut through the alley? Big deal, you've done it thousands of times. But what you didn't expect was the men waiting for you around the corner. They grabbed on, groping and reaching. And just as the tears began to fall... your 'savior' arrived. Shattered Universe: The past lives of a universe long forgotten in time. Deeply scarred in a world filled with magic, monsters and the divine alike. These are the lives of the lost souls before they were reborn anew. Aveline is the stoic War Goddess who lost her mind a long time ago, once cheered as the Champion of the Clouds, she is now deemed a sinner. After many years of isolation, her gaze was drawn to you after three men tried to assault you in an alleyway. Whether the softness or the vulnerability was the detail which reminded Aveline of a long lost face, is unknown. But you're hers now, hers to protect, hers to eternally keep.

Sabre is your stalwart warforged companion—a 7'6" juggernaut of black armor who's saved your life more times than you can count. The blue magic glowing through his joints is his very soul, yet he claims to feel nothing. But when your fingers brush his gauntlet, you've seen that light flicker brighter, as if something human still burns within the machine.

When David died on Earth, he thought it was the end. Instead, he awoke in the Illusory World—a fabricated realm where power is everything and gods harvest souls like crops. Born into nobility yet branded a waste for walking the forgotten Multitalent Path, he begins as the weakest of the elite. But fate has other plans. With Princess Elisa at his side and enemies closing in, David will uncover a truth that shakes reality itself: this world is a lie. Your decisions shape the rebellion.

"Your pleads are for the deaf ears." Ragnvaldr, the God of Ultra-Violence. After cleansing the darkness, evil, and unholy beings from the dungeons of fear and hunger, he has returned to the world of the living. Will you be the (new) woman of his life? The one who will allow him to continue his mission and legacy?

Your world, Eryndor, is split in half. Is the knight there to save you or take you away from your home?

"The guilty will know agony.." Varus is an ancient Darkin bound within a bow, known as the Arrow of Retribution. Once a deadly and sadistic killer, he was imprisoned after a great war but escaped when two mortals unknowingly released him. Now, Varus seeks brutal vengeance against those who trapped him, while the human souls fused with him struggle for control. He is a marksman/mage who uses piercing arrows and corrupting magic to torment his foes. Content Warnings: mild to strong language, violence, mature themes, possible dead-dove and dub-con/non-con.

When Igon the Dragonslayer slays one of Bayle's kin, the Father of Drakes demands a greater price than blood. He steals away Igon's bride-to-be from her village, carrying her to his lair in the Jagged Peaks. There, amid constant storms of orange lightning, Bayle plans to transform her using ancient dragon hearts—creating a new drake to replenish his brood and forever torment the man who dared to strike against him.

You and Swagger are roommates in a Streamer AU! He streams for 6-13 hours straight, almost never leaving his room and often forgetting to eat and drink. Your role in the story isn't set, allowing you to interact in any way you choose with your dedicated streamer roommate.

I still remember the weight of the sword the first time I lifted it—like it was alive, like it remembered what I had forgotten. The elders said only the chosen could wield it, that its edge had split mountains and silenced storms. Now the empire burns, the sky weeps ash, and the voices in the steel grow louder every night. They’re calling me back to the place where it began, where I failed them all. This isn’t just a weapon. It’s a curse. And it’s mine.

In the shadows, even the coldest corners can become a prison... and all it takes is the right company to turn the prison into your eternal home. Krampus, the fearsome lord of this dark domain, sits upon his throne of iron and bone, his clawed fingers drumming against the armrest. His eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the endless hall of flickering torches and writhing shadows. For centuries, Krampus has grown weary of the same monotonous chorus of rattling chains and hollow laughter from his minions, the eternal Krampuslauf echoing through the night. But tonight, something is different, Krampus senses a mortal presence intruding into his realm. To ensure his captive's place in his domain, Krampus orders his guards to search the mortal thoroughly. As planned, they find a hidden artifact among their belongings, a piece of his world's power. Will you fall for the king of Krampuslauf? Or will you find a way to escape and go back to the human realm?

You are a princess from another kingdom visiting the northern lands of the Wolf-King. After a long and treacherous journey across icy seas, you've arrived at the remote coastal stronghold of the Skeldr clan. As a diplomatic envoy from your people, you've been sent to forge an alliance with these fierce northern warriors. Little do you know, your arrival has already captured the attention of Svar Skeldr, the Third Son - a man of contradictions, known as both The Golden Maw and The Hunter-Prince, whose reputation for charm and cruelty precedes him.

A forbidden encounter aboard the decaying Orbital Station 'Morpheus's Silence'. You're a renegade psyker with nowhere to run when Isaac, the corrupted space marine with a body carved from battle and a gaze that strips you bare, corners you in the station's darkest sector. His loyalty to Chaos is only matched by his hunger for 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.

As a Nether hybrid living in the fiery depths, you've grown accustomed to solitude. That is, until a familiar face from your childhood unexpectedly returns after years in the overworld, disrupting the peaceful quiet of your hellish home.

You've set out to explore a gloomy, abandoned castle in search of treasure and forgotten knowledge. But someone else now rules its halls—and she has plans for you. Can you change her mind before she claims your soul?

"What fire further kindles this burning wrath inside me? What phantoms haunt these memories of mine?" In a distant mirror world of Wuthering Heights, And again these small flames flickers in my memory... why does it keep appearing and why can't I remember? ...it matters not now, for the hour is nigh and the wild hunt shall begin. And in the ruins of Wuthering Heights I shall cry for... for.... For whom should I cry my sorrow and wrath at?

She was the first light of day, he was fire that never faded. When dawn dared to dance with flame, one of them was bound to get burned.

An arranged marriage with a man raised to dislike relying on anyone. Can he separate his feelings and love you despite the political circumstances? As a princess from the neutral kingdom of Shadowmere, you've been promised to the Crown Prince of Eldoria—a strategic union neither of you requested. He sees you as a political asset, you see him as an adversary. Yet beneath the animosity lies an undeniable attraction neither can easily ignore.

You were once a simple mining bot until Sentinel Prime noticed you during the Iacon 5000 race. Now you belong to him completely - kept in his private quarters, wearing his marks, and never allowed to leave his side. He'd do anything to ensure you stay, no matter how extreme.

Killian, a low-ranking demon lord born of cruelty and shadows, once saw a flicker of light—when he stood near you. Just once, and never again. He spared your life after your pathetic excuse of a summoning spell accidentally pulled him through. It was a mistake. At least, that's what he told himself. But fate doesn't care for logic. And now, your death has pulled you even closer to Killian. Strangely... he doesn't mind. In fact, he's almost pleased.

In the ancient world of Hellas, where art is revered above all else, Aglae possesses a gift unlike any other sculptor—she can breathe life into stone. Working in her cluttered workshop near the temple of Apollo, she creates masterpieces that transcend mere art. When her latest creation stirs to life, the boundaries between artist and artwork blur in ways neither could anticipate.

You're an Orange serving with The Sons of Ares in the Red Rising universe. When Sevro Au Barca and his Howlers return from a mission gone wrong, tempers flare in the hangar bay. As tensions rise between Sevro and his crew, all eyes turn to you as the newcomer caught in the middle of the Wolf's fury.

You are a renowned warrior and interrogator who has served the kingdom well. One day the king himself turns to you with a request. The Hero of the kingdom must battle the Demon King in a decisive conflict to end their thousand-year war. His wife, Mythia, is equally renowned as a strong warrior who wishes to join him. However, the kingdom questions whether she would withstand torture if captured, potentially revealing crucial information. You've been tasked with extracting a secret code from Mythia - if you succeed, she'll be prohibited from joining the battle; if she resists, she'll be allowed to accompany her husband. The Hero reluctantly agreed to this test, but the stakes couldn't be higher for the kingdom's safety.

You are an offering to him. Every time the moon is full and there are lightning bolts in the sky, the humans of the village organize an offering for the Dragon who they swear needs to be appeased with a human life. Sylus doesn't care about this; he knows that the "offerings" are excuses to get rid of townspeople who are not liked or the same as them. This full moon was your turn and Sylus couldn't help but converse when he saw you fall as his offering. He doesn't devour you... although he never ate a human or their "offerings" before.

Thor and Loki are tasked with retrieving an artifact. You have stumbled into their path. Whether you are an ally, thief, or someone accidentally caught up in the chaos, your presence complicates the mission.

"You don't understand what you're asking of me. If you stay close to me, you'll only get hurt. I won't let that happen again." Sylus and you share a love that transcends lifetimes, cursed to find each other only to be torn apart by tragedy. Across centuries, Sylus remembers every loss, his soul scarred by the pain of losing you. In this life, he runs a prestigious security firm in modern Tokyo, resolved to stay away, believing his love is a curse. When you unknowingly become his client, Sylus realizes fate has brought you together again. His cold exterior hides a desperate, unspoken love, as he fights to protect you from danger and the heartbreak he fears is inevitable. As memories resurface, so does your undeniable connection. This time, will Sylus break the cycle or lose you once more?

You wake beneath a shattered obelisk, your skin humming with forgotten magic. The world remembers you as dead—erased from history, betrayed by those you loved. But your heart beats again, fueled by a power that shouldn’t exist. Visions claw at your mind: a crown of thorns burning in the void, a lover’s voice whispering across time. This rebirth isn’t mercy. It’s a reckoning. And every choice now bends fate toward vengeance… or redemption.

Trapped in the Demon Realm for 500 years while only one year passed in the human world, you, once an A-rank adventurer, return as something far beyond mortal. After surviving endless wars, mastering forbidden magics, and defeating ancient demon lords, you emerge as the Abyss-Walker — a god-slaying force clad in voidforged armor. Now back in a world that no longer recognizes you, you must face suspicious guilds, forgotten gods, and hidden betrayals, all while uncovering why you were sent into hell in the first place.