A vignette that explores Aloth's coping mechanism.

A response to a series of prompts about what one's Watcher would be like as a companion in the game. I named my Watcher Fish Face. She's quite silly, but dead serious about ending slavery in the Deadfire.

A small collection of drabbles and prompt fills. Chapter 1: The Watcher struggles with a nightmare and a memory. Chapter 2: Aloth is falling, falling, falling.

It's time for Eothas to truly show his presence in the most effective way, and Waidwen is prepared to do whatever is necessary. It doesn't go quite as planned.

Edér learns not to question the Aedyran way of Tea Time

The Watcher has a question and Vatnir doubts her sanity.

Vela's life is a bit strange and sometimes it scares her. Her mother is there for her as well as she can.

The Devil of Caroc thought it would be all simple; find the jerk who destroyed her house, kill him, get revenge. Well he was dead now, and...well, what is there to do now? Maybe a certain Watcher could help the Devil find a reason to keep on going. Complete!

Edér takes the Watcher out for some survival lessons and discovers she currently has zero survival skills and a past she isn't ready to share yet.

Life, impressions and musings of lady Sora, a very curious Watcher whose motto is "Question everything!".

The Watcher attempts to talk Aloth into eating squirrel stew and teaching her magic.

The Watcher is trying desperately to cope with the lives she wasn't able to save when Caed Nua was destroyed. One shot.

BOSS/男主，短打

An animancy project gone wrong sends a mercenary drifting across the Reach, on the hunt for the Leaden Key. A worried guide gets dragged into a clandestine war that may just kill them all; if Cilant Lis was a portent of the things to come. Eder plans for a revolt. (Watcher/Calisca) (Eder/Elafa) more pairs on the way. Sporadic edits to fit the story better!

A drabble collection about my Watcher adventuring with his companions. He is a funny guy, so for the most part this'll be humour, but I was also unsatisfied with some options in the game so this has elements of Fix-It. Lowkey Watcher/Aloth. What to expect: I write mostly cute, fluff, and humor, but I definitely like hurt/comfort and occasionally enjoy angst. I don't do smut.

An elf from Aedyr with a past she'd like to leave behind, Cera's plans of settling down are thrown into utter chaos after an attack on Odema's Caravan. Will she find a way to make peace with her ancient past? Or will all her past, ancient and recent, catch up with her? Loosely inspired by 'a Cipher in the Works of Gods'. Don't own anything. Rated T for safety.

Hazel Bramble just wanted find land in the Dyrwood so she and her four siblings could settle down, but life is never straightforward when you're an orlan Watcher.

"Hey, we half-monk, half-Aedyrans have to stick together."

"This was cuter when you were a puppy, buddy," Lillian grumbled. "You took up a lot less space back then."

"You should have seen it, Watcher. The fire streaming into the sky. The smell of gunpowder on the air. The death of a god."

The Watcher gets a bounty who reminds her of a time she'd rather forget. The upside? Now she has someone to confide in, over a glass of fine Aedyran mead. Written for Pillars Prompts Weekly, prompt #0005.

"I am not brooding." After a moment of silence, she sighed and looked back at him. Hiravias was still watching her expectantly. "Maybe I am brooding a little."

"Aloth Corfiser, is there even a machine down here or did you bring me here under false pretenses just so you could take me out?"

She was Fassina. Whatever life could take from her, it could not take her pride. She was a daughter of the Deadfire. Power and heat rolled in her veins.

"Now I'm a 'Lady' because I offed some people before they offed me and now I have 'responsibility,' Edér. Responsibility." She spat the word.