grey’s works

Summary:

Birthdays have always been a sore spot for Giorno Giovanna.

(Teen, prompts for Day 16 of @aprilisthecruelestmonth: Running out of time & “I know who you are”)

Snippet:

April 16th came around each year like a generational curse.

It was hard for Giorno to separate the shroud of mourning and the personal responsibility of the deaths of Bucciarati’s gang (all these years later, he still thought of them as inherently Bruno’s) from the day he’d been evicted into a world that didn’t want him.

Even as the Don of Passione, his mother never called.

Summary:

The reincarnated Hawk is gone. Falconia is in ruins. The Princess of Midland has been chosen as a sacrifice by the people in an attempt to appease the armored Beast terrorizing the land.

(Mature [rating subject to change], for @tortured-griffith)

Chapter 1 Snippet:

One last kiss to the faceless lodestone king, a final apology sent to the winds that she hoped would reach him, and the sign of the Hawk to seal her fate.

The older woman squeezed her hands and nodded at one of the servants near the door.

“Thank you for your sacrifice, your highness,” she whispered, plucking the last ties to her beloved from Charlotte’s shaky hands. “The kingdom is forever in your debt.”

You left me no choice.

Of course, her upbringing had taught her better than to point to the inherent unfairness of being traded like cattle.

Charlotte knew better than to cry about the cruelty of having the last illusion of freedom torn away from her, like the lodestone king she was begging heaven to rescue her.

Summary:

Bruno and Leone get snowed in during a vacation.

Februabba 2026

(General, for @februabbaevent & #Februabba 2026)

Bruno hoped that with no other choice but to sit indoors without the others around, his partner would be able to finally relax.

He poured the espresso, grateful that Trish had insisted on buying an espresso machine after moving into the spare room.

Summary:

The taste of rot never left his mouth, heart frozen in suspended animation as he slipped from the role of capo to traitor as though he were changing shoes.

Or, Bruno learns that there are fates worse than dying.

Februabba 2026

(Teen, for @februabbaevent  #Februabba2026)

Prompt: Favourite Song (”Little Talks” by Of Monsters and Men)

Leave him.

The words tasted like the rot consuming his insides on his tongue, and he tilted his head skyward in a vain attempt to force the rivers of tears to flow back into his eyes.

The others were begging Giorno to fix it, dammit, and wailing, but they both knew it was too late.

Summary:

Farnese develops an obsession with Guts.

Modern Gym AU

(Explicit, for quietface on Ao3 & @berserkexchanges)

Snippet:

“Serpico?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at the screen.

His blue eyes flicked up to hers. “Yes?”

“Hypothetically, everyone legally must have a last name, correct?”

He fell silent for a moment, tapping quickly on his phone before slowly shaking his head. “No, the Midlandian government allows mononyms.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Why?”

Of course it does.

She waved off his concern, glancing down at her watch. “I only have about two minutes.” She pursed her lips at the screen, opening the camera app once again. “So if you don’t mind –”

Summary:

In every lifetime, they are destined to meet one another. In every lifetime, they are destined to watch the other die.

Februabba 2026

(Explicit, for @februabbaevent #Februabba2026)

Prompt: Reincarnation

Snippet: 

“Very well! Bruno Bucciarati, Leone Abbacchio, I regret to inform you that because of this one’s-” he waves in your direction. “- time spent in the body of Diavolo, their souls have created a bond that can only be released by death. Call it the price of your soul hijacking someone else’s body- you have Jean-Pierre Polnareff to thank for that one! Nasty side effect of Chariot Requiem, you see. And now that Giorno Giovanna - or should I say Haruno Shiobana - has activated Return to Zero with Golden Experience Requiem, Diavolo will both never evade death and never truly die.”

“Why should we give a fuck?” Abbacchio snapped, stepping forward. You let go of his hand to link your arm with his, pulling him back before he could attack the robot. “What’s that got to do with us?”

Summary:

Letters from Shinji to Gendo from the ages of 4-14, leading up to the day before the Neon Genesis TV show begins.

(General, for @character-a-character-b Festival of Prompts)

Prompt: Tristful: "feeling or showing sadness or depression”

Snippet: 

Desk of Shinji Ikari, Age 8

Dad,

We made a family tree in class today, and all the other kids brought pictures of their moms and dads and grandpas and grandmas and brothers and sisters and cousins and aunts and uncles.

When it was my turn I showed Mom and Baby Me and a picture of me and Sensei.

My teacher asked about my dad and I said you were working.

She didn’t say anything but she asked if she could talk to Sensei after class.

They talked for so long all my friends left to go home and I had to wait all alone in the sandbox in the dark again.

From,

Summary:

This time, the "Behelit" saves Guts's ass.

Modern AU.

(Teen)

Snippet:

“Griffith,” Guts snarls, rattling around in his chains as both the sweat and blood course down the side of his neck. The brand on his neck is screaming at him, and he can feel warmth pooling near his collarbone.

Those purple lips curl into a mocking smile as Femto leans in, running a nail along the Swordsman’s chin and smearing the blood on his cheek. “But you look so pretty when you’re chained up like that,” he purrs as his nails bite into Guts’s face, causing him to groan once again.

“Griffith, you’re killing me here,” Guts said, yanking at his restraints for the hundredth time that night. “Get the fucking key.”

Summary:

But with nothing but silence ricocheting off the walls, Griffith found his confidence starting to slip. The shoes he’d worn to the masquerade were stylish and gave off the aristocratic air he’d become all too good at emulating, but once he’d closed the doors, he’d nearly torn the strap pulling them off.

OR

A masquerade gives Griffith the perfect opportunity to let the mask slip.

(Explicit, for @gyodragon and @berserkexchanges)

Snippet:

The chilly night air wrapped around him, a welcome reprieve from the nearly suffocating heat of the ballroom. He closed his eyes and braced his hands on the stone, taking the first deep breath of the evening.

As a boy, he would spend evenings watching the last rays of sunlight caress the castle from the roof of his small house. Now, with the castle behind him and the sun before him, the view from above felt even lonelier than the one below.

“Admiring your kingdom?” a familiar voice said behind him, and he turned to see Guts braced against one of the pillars, the feathers on his hat ruffling in the breeze.

Summary:  The reel playing inside Griffith’s head as Guts says goodbye and drives Griffith to destroy his dream once and for all.

(Explicit, Graphic Depictions Of Violence: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, for @griffgutsweekend​)

Snippet:

The snow crunches under your knees as your body sinks into the fresh snow; the sound of your sword snapping reverberates in the empty cathedral of your chest. Your fingers curl around your wrist, the white ruffles scratching the outside of your hand.

“Goodbye,” he says, and that one word presses the wound down to cleave your frozen heart in two as the chill starts to settle in your bones, as those renegade boots start their pilgrimage in the wrong direction.

The memories flash through your mind like dying light through stained glass, as if running through the didactic memories might give you a way to anchor him until the veil is lifted.

Summary:

Thomas Lawrence hoped that he'd finally managed to put a lid on his longings, and for once, he felt like he was regaining some sense of control - until he met Goffredo Tedesco.

Lawresco Week 2025, De-Aged AU

(Teen, for @pokkapi)

Snippet:

Tedesco tugged his collar one last time, causing Thomas to stumble forward slightly.

The older man tsked disapprovingly, grabbing Thomas’s shoulders and righting him. “What’s your name?” he demanded, eyes narrowing.

“Thomas.” He swallowed uncomfortably, resenting how his body relaxed so quickly into the other’s grasp. “Thomas Lawrence.”

The dark-eyed man took a long drag of his cigarette, hands never leaving Thomas’s shoulders as he exhaled. While the scent of cigarettes was usually repulsive to Thomas, the scent was intoxicating when it poured out from between Tedesco’s lips.

Summary:

In his nightmares, Guts is still trying to save him, he thinks. But no magic ever comes without a terrible cost, and Griffith is the one paying the balance.

(Graphic Depictions Of Violence: Dead Dove Do Not Eat, for @enisywrites and @berserkexchanges)

Snippet:

In some ways, it all leads back to the tower.

If Griffith’s counting correctly, it’s been nearly three weeks since that day the Hawks broke into the tower and peeled what remained of his body off the putrid floor.

Since Guts cradled him amongst the other Hawks, whispering that somehow he was going to fix everything before tearing through the torturer and the rest of the King’s men.

That he’s safe now.

And perhaps when Griffith’s awake, it’s easy enough to believe his captain, but there’s little respite when the tent flap shuts.

And I don’t mean Berserker armor Guts either where he goes a little wild sometimes.

I’m talking about the man who fucks an apostle at the beginning of Berserk and then blows her head off in the middle of it and the man who bit a cocoon with an elf inside of it in the Lost Children Arc.

Summary:

As you cross the threshold of your dressing room, you leave Griffith waiting in the wings as you finalize your transformation into Femto.

Or: Griffith steps into his BDSM-sona Femto. Modern Setting AU

(Mature)

Snippet:

“I don’t get why you’re so attached to that one,” Guts says, eyes flicking from the Behelit baubles on the tie to your face. “The scrambled face one is bad enough, but the one that’s staring at me in the fuckin’ eye is freaking me out.”