5 Works by Denesmera
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What You Made Me by Denesmera
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Forgotten Realms (Roleplaying Game), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game)
13 Jul 2026
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It's been almost 6 months since they defeated the Elderbrain. Everybody seems to have found a purpose in life. Except Maeva. Should she stay with Halsin and become a 'mummy' to the refugees (something that frankly terrifies her) or leave and find her own adventure? Maybe with her best friend Astarion, down in the Underdark...
'I'm going to miss you.' It was true. And not just as a friend. They'd been good together in battle too, their movements and weapons enhancing each other like a paired set of steel blades. She bit her lip. And they had fucked - as he so eloquently put it - twice, until she'd had a flash of conscience and finished that particular source of enjoyment.
Sometimes she was such an idiot.
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The Midwinter Market Mystery (or never trust a wizard with a snowglobe) by Denesmera for Tynithia
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games), Dungeons & Dragons (Roleplaying Game), Forgotten Realms (Roleplaying Game)
30 Dec 2024
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Ellandra blinked at the iron lamp-post, its magical glow casting a flickering halo of light onto the delicate snowflakes that fluttered and floated around it. The ground was a blanket of crisp whiteness, and the sound of murmured conversations ebbed and flowed from somewhere nearby, punctuated by peals of laughter and happy exclamations. The spicy aroma of cinnamon, apples and warming alcohol permeated the air.
Was that... jingling bells?
Disoriented, she took a step back and watched as a sleigh - pulled by a transparent silvery unicorn - zipped and weaved in her general direction. Two red-faced, hysterical dwarves and an extremely merry troll skimmed by, waving tankards and singing something loud and gleeful. They cheered and sang louder as they veered round her, narrowly missing a bolting squirrel, its red bushy tail flicking panicked puffs of snow behind it.
Ahh. Suddenly it made sense.
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Campfire chronicles 1 - An Awkward Gathering of Misfits by Denesmera
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
21 Sep 2024
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She'd been on that nautiloid ship. With two others. Where are they? She manoeuvres herself to her feet, and stumbles forward. Someone lies prone a short distance away. Slim with dark, hair framing her face, arms by her sides as if placed there deliberately, carefully. Not a hair out of place. Beside her, a strange object. Polyhedral. Foreign markings etched onto each of its faces. A dim glow emanates from within as Maeva stretches out a hand to grasp it, then she thinks better of it and gives the stranger a shake. What was her name…?
'Shadowheart?'Series
- Part 1 of Campfire Chronicles
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Campfire Chronicles 4 - Moonrise Towers - The confession by Denesmera
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
23 Jun 2024
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Maeva and Astarion have a heart-to-heart at Moonrise.
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'Are you hungry?' She took the notebook back and threw it on the pile.
'I thought you'd be trancing by now. I was going to slip in, eat and slip out again.' He raised an eyebrow and grinned. 'So to speak.'
'I tried to trance.' She shrugged. 'I gave up. So now you have the pleasure of my sparkling company while you dine on me.'
'Well, I'll just have to put up with it, I suppose.' He smirked as she play-shoved him onto his back, then propped herself up on an elbow to look down at him.
'Well, what are you waiting for? An invitation?'
'You cheeky little…' He exhaled a laugh and grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her down to press her mouth against his. She tasted of red wine and her – spicy and sweet like cloves and cinnamon. He trailed his fingers gently from her neck down her back. He hadn't intended this, but she smelled so good - and kissing her wasn't unpleasant, and she was letting him pierce her pretty neck and suck her blood, and it was so easy to make her come apart.
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- Part 3 of Campfire Chronicles
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Campfire Chronicles 3 - The Tiefling party. by Denesmera
Fandoms: Baldur's Gate (Video Games)
09 Jun 2024
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"See you any mark upon their neck? See you any dirt upon their clothes?"
She wriggled. Gods, his voice was sinful.He swept his eyes over her. 'Hmm, your clothes are filthy. I suppose it’s not really surprising given the past few days.
He dropped the book and leaned over her, their bodies touching. There was a soft breath on her neck then cool lips brushing over where he'd last fed from her. 'And that is definitely a mark on your neck.' He kissed his way up until he reached her mouth, then pulled her closer to him, pushing one of his legs between hers. 'Bad news, my sweet. I think you might be a vampire,' he said softly as his hands pulled at her clothing. 'Now take these filthy things off so I can continue my examination.'
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- Part 2 of Campfire Chronicles