Their meeting was like something out of a fairy-tale. An accomplished scholar and a decorated noblewoman, both burning with ambition, happening upon each-other in the midst of a lavish celebration. But little do they know, their meeting heralds a fundamental change for the city of Yharnam - a change with them at its forefront.

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.)

A brief look into just how Djura cared for the poor Beasts of Old Yharnam. Gift for reddit user u/Phonix Firefall.

Laurence gets sick with a bladder fever and isn't happy with his discomfort. Ludwig is there for him. Written for Sicktember 2022.

Laurence is still feeling the heat of a fire from his nightmare after he awoke. Is this real or... just in his head? Written for Sicktember 2022.

Maria suspects, and comes to her conclusions.

"I am... Gehrman, friend to you hunters." This is a one-shot book about my personal Bloodborne favourite Gehrman, the First Hunter. This is a past-time occupation of mine so don't expect regular updates. Requests for inspiration are welcomed but I will choose what to write. Bloodborne belongs to its respectful owner. The cover picture was made by Kieu (@leslekieuart) on Twitter

Gehrman is used to Laurence being sick and having to take care of him. He also is used that it can be a bit gross. That won't stop him from teasing a little. Written for Sicktember 2022.

Laurence wakes up with a hangover after having too much to drink. Ludwig takes care of him, eager to know just why Laurence had gotten so drunk. Written for Sicktember 2022.

The night when they get back home from Lady Maria's funeral, Gehrman and his younger brother have a chat.

As a fresh Hunt begins, Djura finds himself looking beyond Old Yharnam's gate to where Darkbeast Paarl has reawakened. Finally ready to confront his past with the Hunter Paarl once was, he pieces together the tragic events that led to her transformation, questioning the role he had to play.

"A yearning...something I've never felt before..." The Doll struggles with understanding her new, never-before-experienced feelings and in finding a way to properly express them to the Hunter. (A side-story to "Do the Gods Love Their Creations?")

Ludwig, The Holy Blade. Before becoming such a memorable boss, he was a man. As he arrives in Yharnam in search of a cure for his affliction he will come face to face with its old secrets and change the whole world around him. In this story I give a full understanding of my interpretation of the lore from the eyes of one of its main players. No knowledge of Bloodborne is needed.

Some drunk hunter is out for blood. Hilarity ensues (and many deaths occur for said blood).

A document containing accounts of those who knew Ludwig and those who witnessed what he became. Short writing inspired by Ludwig, the Holy Blade.

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.

"A classified document in the possession of the Healing Church. Originally penned by Edgar of The Choir, before he met a cruel fate in an appalling nightmare." A short story inspired by the NPC Edgar. First time writing so criticism is appreciated, cheers!

A collection of stories based on my Bloodborne characters. These stories take place before and during the events of Bloodborne, however the exact time when and where is not important. As much as I myself like to pick apart and analyze Bloodborne, little details such as that are irrelevant, and is truly up to interpretation, such is the nature of the world of Bloodborne itself.

Something was wrong... something wasn't right. There had never been a Hunt like this one, a Hunt where the Moon never moved; a Hunt where dead Scourge-drenched monsters rose just countless hours later. The last Hunters of Yharnam have their work cut out for them, traversing through an ever-changing city and an eldritch mist to find the secrets on why the Beasts won't die.

The Huntress Victoria has fulfilled her end of the bargain and has awoken from the dream. Yet something isn't right. The morning sun does nothing to fade the memory of the hunt the night before, and her pasts still remains a mystery to her.

Two professional hunters with a declining business are suddenly invited to participate in the Hunt in a city called Yharnam. This will only be the beginning of a nightmare were they will face their most horrible fears. Meanwhile two other hunters deep inside the horrors of the city wake up in a strange situation, both of them will discover the secrets of the Old Blood.

The Hunter awakens once more, without an inkling as to where she is or who she is. Tucked to her breast is a letter from a certain 'Lady Maria.' Her memory fragmented and spirit wavering, she must attempt to maneuver her way to the Astral Clocktower, the only place that seems to hold any answer to her questions.

During the Night of the Hunt, citizens of Yharnam are encouraged to participate in the slaughter of Beasts and the quelling of the Scourge. Little do these Huntsmen know of the unnatural powers that reign supreme in Yharnam city or the old dreaming Hunter who sends forth his champions in these nights of horrors. Three perspectives on different parts of the Crowfeather Hunt.

A city gripped by a plague, degenerating into violence and misery. A chance meeting between a doctor and a former minister. A hope for salvation that seems almost too good to be true. See what sent Tera's feet on the path to Yharnam in a prequel to "Do the Gods Love Their Creations?"

"The truth is, Damian, Laurence and I aren't as different as he makes us out to be." Time goes on, and Micolash and Laurence take different paths.