OC Hunter - Freeform
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This a bit of a 'welcome back to writing fanfiction!' Sorta deal, originally written in 2011!
Meet Kane, a reasonable and built college guy who has a multitude of friends who all share the same theme...they are infected with the zombie virus! #SquadGoals!
Kane loves Zoey but how can a mutated hunter ever be with a suave chic like her?! Not to mention she packs enough heat to rival the sun, what a doomed relationship!!!...
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On the first snowy day in Yharnam, Avena is less than excited to go off campus to run an errand. She is happier to be invited to Maria's flat for lunch, and happier still to wait out the cold in Maria's bed.
And in Maria's arms.
(Part of the For Want of a Bout universe)
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- Part 7 of Request Fics
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The Hunter watches, the lifeless remains of what remained of Yharnam. He was in a war, between himself and the new, eldritch instincts that his new position as a Great One.
The rope pulls and pulls, hanging on by a thread as a frail human strains against the might of a new being, beyond human, better in ways unimaginable by humanity.
The Choir were right to have searched the Cosmos for transformation, unimaginable power at a single thought.
A master of reality!
How easy it would have been to prevent all this! All this could have been averted with a single thought, no more beasts, no more dreams or nightmares. No blood, no fire, no curse, no bottomless sea.
No Deaths of those he cared about...
In the blurry whirl of memories, he caught glimpses of familiar faces.
A crow masked hunter washed in blood, an aging Powder Keg sitting at the zenith of a charred town, watching over the last of its beastly citizens as the flames began to wane, a soft-spoken hunter, jovial in his conduct but ravenous in his duty (that ridiculous helmet!). And that bastard spider patches!
One memory stood out amongst all of them.
A small, bloodstained little bow.