When one loses everything, the blood is the only thing that remains. The old hunter Henryk makes a discovery beneath the Yharnam aqueduct that leads to the realization of the tragedy of his long life

It's Laurence's birthday and he has much to look forward to: a grand ceremony at the Grand Cathedral, the newly established union between the Healing Church and Byrgenwyrth, and even a visit from his estranged mentor, Master Willem. Knowing how draining such procedures can be for him, Gehrman and Maria decide to surprise him with a late-evening get together to help him unwind.

Laurence, Vicar of the Healing Church, has a rather soft spot for cats. In fact, he loves them so much, that he keeps bringing them in. Will the people around him be willing to keep up with his and his cats shenanigans?

The nature of the Hunt is changing, and the hunters must change too. Something stranger than usual is happening at the Cathedral. A closer look at the lives of some old and new Yharnamites.

Eileen and her student have a talk about their line of work.

Because obviously nothing so blatantly screams "humor fic collection" than the struggle of an undying hunter against blood-crazed beasts, lunatics craving the Eldritch Truth, and abominations from beyond the waking world, right? Right? (Now also including "epilogue" chapters taking place after the Night of the Hunt is over, though Balyn's life hasn't gotten any easier.)

After her death, Lady Maria is stuck in a nightmare. After she finds out, that the Hamlet is behind the place she has awoken in, she goes investigating.

My take on the boss fight with Father Gascoigne, with a more talkative Hunter.

When the Healing Church hears rumor of an underground blood-trading business operating within Yharnam, they dispatch a group of clergy to investigate. Agatha, newly-promoted nun and a member of the aforementioned group, stumbles upon a promising (and rather annoying) lead. [Cross-posted from Archive of Our Own]

A hunter wakes up one sunny morning and decides to remake Yharnam in his own image, by any means necessary, but mostly good ones. After all wasn't it the greed of man that sent this city on the path of blood in the first place?

Ebrietas has been alone for a long time until one day a certain group managed to make contact with her.

Pure Fem!Hunter X Doll fluff, set after "Do the Gods Love Their Creations?" It's hard to arrange for a romantic surprise when you and the object thereof are stuck in the same tiny Dream together, but Tera is good at thinking outside of the box.

Alfred is not a true Executioner. Alfred is not Logarious's Protege. But by the Blood, he will try his hardest to become a true Executioner and a Protege that Logarious will be proud of, even if it destroys him. - A mirror upload from Ao3

Nazywam się Eilieen. Jestem tropicielką. Ale nie poluję na bestie. Moimi celami są tropiciele którzy ulegli żądzy krwi i sami zamienili się w bestie które mieli tropić. Lepiej żebyś miał silny umysł by oprzeć się żądzy krwi. Bo inaczej staniesz się moim celem. Lecz pamiętaj: Tropiciel musi tropić.

Yharnam; the city of Blood Administration. A city that for some decades and centuries now people have flocked to in order to uncover the secrets of it's healing arts. But you know the old saying, some secrets are better left buried… and it seems someone's been doing some digging. Warning: Rating may change.

The Night of the Hunt is coming. The Mensis Ritual is progressing, yet seems stalled. Damien of Mensis seeks answers in the library of Oedon Chapel as to what will bring the School's lost master back to complete their dream of evolution, hoping to stay one step ahead of the Choir in his pursuit.

An ill boy and his father seek a cure. With the rising threat of beasts so brazenly roaming the street, what choice do they have other than to turn to the Healing Church?

Esther is a Huntress seeking serenity in the Night of the Hunt after witnessing something horrible in the ruins of Old Yharman. What does the Night has in store for the young Huntress who seeks nothing but a loving embrace?

As the night nears its end, a faithful and inquisitive doll awaits her hunter's return. [Part 3 of The Chronicles of Yharnam]

I don't know how I'm here, I don't know why I'm here, all I know is I'll do the best I can, for tonight Cole Joins the Hunt!

Little red riding hood found the wolf in the woods, yes…but she also found him at home. A character study/in-depth look into Vicar Amelia's transformation.

Why does the Doll call you "good"?

Have you ever dreamed before, dear reader? Of course you have. We all do. Dreams are the stuff of life; they sustain us, haunt us, embolden us. I thought this was just that; a bad dream, some foul nightmare I'd wake from with the rising sun. It was not. I almost wish it was. In short? I died. Again. And again...! Bloodborne! Self Insert! Reviews are welcome! Pairing undecided.

Sprawled on the steps of the Grand Cathedral, a once great warrior shares her final thoughts in the waking world. [Part 1 of The Chronicles of Yharnam]

A hunter reflects before his hunt ends