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

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.

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?

Sprawled on the steps of the Grand Cathedral, a once great warrior shares her final thoughts in the waking world.

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?

A hunter reflects before his hunt ends

What goes through the mind of a being as it faces its own inevitable Demise? Fear? Anger? Despair? What are their thoughts, the last thing that they never get the chance to say? Several One-shots retelling the Bloodborne boss fights mainly from the perspective of the bosses themselves. Warning: Spoilers for the entirety of Bloodborne and several bits of speculation on the lore.

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?

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.

The Good Hunter awakens to a Yharnam Sunrise and a new Hunt.

The dream of a Hunter.

Laurence misses the time he could spar with his old friends. He asks Ludwig if he could spar with him to satisfy his nostalgia, but he didn't take into account just how strong the Holy Blade is.

A poem for the wretched Queen...

Nadja, the Hunter, took a mad old hunter's daughter to raise as her own in the dream. Said daughter, Trapped, went mad and took the first Hunter's deal and sealed her mother away forever. Nadja's husbands, who dream with her, grieve, and ever onward Maria mourns and Ludwig screams in madness. An exercise in non-linear storytelling.

"Yharnam, the city of blood ministration, that's where you were born. Well at least, that's when you were supposed to be born. You were killed before you got the chance. Not to worry, I'll fix that; all I need is a contract sighed and sealed. What do you say, interested in seeing how your life would have played out, Witchboy?" Prototype story.

Countless Hunters have been called by the Dream, and the Doll has faithfully served each of them. Yet some potential sets her apart from those who came before, and which awakens a yearning the living effigy has never felt, and which sets their purposes and emotions at odds. A lore-heavy Fem!HunterXDoll romance, told in a series of vignettes. Updates Mondays and Thursdays.

The freed Hunter returns to the Waking World. (Just a short little story, only one chapter.)

The Doll and the Hunter live a nice life in the hunters dream, living in tender love, until the day the hunter finds the eye of a blood drunk hunter, and then finding the woman his love was based on, hes torn between just who to love.

Getting a good night's sleep isn't easy when your lover is literally on fire.

"I have discovered a secret, and may the Gods protect me for I know not how to live with this knowledge while maintaining the good grace of my humanity." An origin story for Yurie, the last scholar.

In the small city of Yharnam, another terrible night of the hunt is beginning; its longest one yet. A young hunter with no recollection of his past awakens in this world of blood ministration. With little recourse he takes up the mantle of all hunters before him and endeavours to rediscover his lost past.

What right have you, outsider, to break taboo? What right have you, interloper, to drink deep and see far for your own selfish pleasure? There exist in this cosmos things far greater and more terrible than we humans have any reason to know.

Everyone knows that if you want to live a long and happy life, there are certain things you Do Not Do. Balyn has just made an addition to that list. Fanfic of 'Even An Omake, Should It Please You...' by Dezopenguin

A canon-divergent AU. The moon vanishes. However, it is a personal crisis that makes a young Executioner flee the Cathedral Ward, only to wake up twenty-seven years later to find a hunt gone horribly wrong and the moon still missing. A mysterious scholar seeks to calm an infant's cries while a foreign hunter has vowed to silence it forever. Rated T for now.

Time and Space are nebulous concepts. Many realms exist and are subservient to these concepts and can sometimes cross into one another. Beings of sufficient power change or even break the natural influence and reach beyond those two universal constants. The Future and Past along with the many realms can exist in one location. Read this as if you are reading journal entries.