Maria Campbell re an old life. A life bathed in blood. A fishing hamlet. A research hall of many floors and many patients. And a stranger who insisted on corpse-fishing... AKA, that fic where a grimdark DLC boss is reincarnated in fluffy otome-land and still acts like she's in a FromSoftware game. (Bloodborne/Hamefura post-Dark Souls setting crossover)

beast blood Is a fic set in a Bloodborne verse before the scourge and player

Lady Maria’s journal follows her path from noble to Hunter, navigating the challenges of loyalty and power. She struggles with her role in the Vileblood court and yearns for more.

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.)

Elias wasn't sure just what he was expecting, when he returned to the Hunter's Dream. Something felt different. Odd. And then he saw it. An island, branching off. Of course he had to follow the path. It lead him to a place, and a stranger. At the end, it was all just a chance. A chance for two Hunters, separated by time, to sit down, and talk to one another.

A casual 'Sekiro' player winds up in the charming locale of Yharnam and tries making a play at Lady Maria.

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 from Ao3

The augurs of the Great Ones can reveal their secrets, if consumed.

Fear the blood, no matter how it presents itself.

Master Willem wrought many horrors upon the Fishing Hamlet during the backstory for Bloodborne. This story explores how the students of Byrgenwerth might've gained access to the hamlet in the first place as well as the eldritch truth they might've discovered there.

Henryk's moment shortly before he lost his mind and got hunted down by Eileen.

A brief look into just how Djura cared for the poor Beasts of Old Yharnam. Gift for reddit 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.

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.

"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?")

A document containing s 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!

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 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.