Yylfordt Granz

Affiliated with A[bleach]Rp

[soru-ushinawa]

The Fabulous Granz Hair

[soru-ushinawa]

the-lewdest-concubine:

“You flatter me,” purred Szayel as he stepped even closer to his brother on the table.  

Yylfordt didn’t have too many scars, but the largest one looked to be the merger of a slice and a stab wound, likely through his jacket so bits of fabric had gotten into the wound and it hadn’t been properly cleaned, so it had healed even more uglily than it would have if sterile.

Szayel traced a finger over it, where it cut into the hollow below his ribcage.  The scar tissue was thick and he pinched it with his fingers to examine just how deep it went, to see how much he’d have to cut out of the fair fine skin.  The tissue at the surface was hard and rubbery, and the hardness extended into his abdomen.

“Hmmm, this one goes deep.  I’m surprised you survived getting this one on your own…at least I don’t remember you coming to me for this one.   What was it?  A sword?  The puncture of some lesser hollow’s horn?“

Gently he bent down and laid a gentle kiss upon the scar.

“I’ll make it better,” he said, lips still just a hairsbreadth from his skin.

Reaching for a scalpel, he placed it on the small surgical table near him.  In the meantime, he disinfected the skin all around where he meant to make the incision, dabbing gently, with what he imagined to be a mother’s patience.

The skin was prepped and ready.  Taking the scalpel in his left hand, he punctured the skin with the tip slowly, feeling the resistance of the flesh on the blade.  Blood seeped up, rich and red, and Szayel cocked his head as he admired its beauty, beading on either side of the blade.  Then he cut, the skin tearing like fine tissue paper in the wake of the fine edge.

Szayel’s eyes went half lidded as he savored the sound of the cut flesh, layers of skin splitting with a hint of wetness.  His blood pressure dropped; he was exceedingly calm.  Soon he had outlined one edge of the scar, and the skin yawned open, deep dark red, cut along the Langer’s lines below the surface.

“There is a start,” he said.  

He reached one hand forward to cup Yylfordt’s cheek, stroking it with his thumb.

“Now how does it feel?  Hmmm?”

For once Yylfordt was silent, watching how Szayels perfect form moved as he walked. A part of the blond was jealous, extremely so in fact. His brother could only find this perfection without him.....without the one piece of him that longed to return home....and just for the briefest of moments Yylfordt felt that abandonment all over again but he quickly shook it off when he felt those slender fingers begin to trace his hideous scar. 

Then those sweet lips followed and he found his breath was stolen from him as crimson hues watched with an intensity that the sun would be jealous of. 

“A sword.....it was a damned sword. Do you really believe I would let some lesser beast mar my beautiful skin? No, a fight of mine didn’t go as.....well as I had planned and I fell in battle...enough about that however....hmmm...lets....lets just enjoy this moment shall...shall we?”

Ha bit into his lip, his back arching slightly as Szayels blade cut through his skin. The only thing that could describe this intense feeling was pure ecstasy. He had only dreamed of being beneath Szayels thumb before. Had only coveted to be looked upon by those beautiful golden hues and now...now was his time to shine as a small moan pushed passed his lips despite how hard he tried to hold back. 

As blood dripped from the wound and slowly trickled down his body, Yylfordts pupils dialated and those blood red eyes peered up as Szayel spoke once more. 

“Words cant describe....Brother~” 

A shaky breath would be taken before nuzzling into that steady hand, eyes never leaving Szayels as he showed this bit of affection. 

“Dont stop....Make.....make me beautiful once more. I’ve longed for this for far too long for it to end so quickly~” 

[soru-ushinawa]

reign-over-the-frosted-heavens:

     “Did I answer your question? I believe I responded to it but I did not answer it. I hardly have anything to smile about right now anyway, thank you.” He rolled his eyes with an irked frown on his face; quite annoyed by the smirk the other wore. “So what if we are? Are you going to do something to me if I don’t play this little game with you? Don’t think that you can intimidate me with that alone, Granz. Only a child would feel threatened by that.”

Icy eyes carefully tracked every movement that his fellow college student made through narrowed eyes. He had seen the man from afar on campus as well, and although that was the extent of their interaction until now, Toshiro did not feel he would like him very much. He was too cocky, too arrogant for his liking. As far as he was concerned, he couldn’t have been stuck alone with a worse person.

     “Tch.” Toshiro closed his book with a snap and leaned his back against one of the arms of the couch with folded arms to observe this ‘Yylfordt’. He knew full well he wasn’t likely going to get much reading done with him there so he was giving up for the time being. “I have no interest in getting to know you, but if it will make you leave me alone then I will let you know my name… My name is Toshiro Hitsugaya, also a junior majoring in Crime Scene Investigation…” He paused for a slight moment. “And I’ll have you know that it is not my mother I have been calling, so you got that wrong too, Granz.”

“Oh you answered my question by /not/ answering, Hitsugaya. After all, it showed me how absurdly uptight you are and means you can be far more interesting than I first thought.” He shrugged briefly before his smirk was back with full force. “Or that means you’re just as boring as you seem to be....though I am interested in one thing as of right now. What did you think I was going to do to you, hmm? If, and only if I /wanted/ to threaten you, you would know it....so I’m wondering what could someone have done to make you feel so guarded towards people, especially when I only wanted an Innocent conversation~”

He mused, watching Toshiro’s every movement. His breathing, the way he blinked, even the small movements of his hands...everything was noticed and it only made Yylfordt grin wider as Toshiro snapped his book shut. 

“So mean~ Well who ever you’re calling is certainly lucky to have such a diligent boy such as you to worry about them. You’ve been so prompt, I dont think even my own brother would be so adamant as you have been....Though you said ‘too’ as if I’ve gotten multiple things wrong. What else? Hmm? You’re obviously too serious to smile so as far as I know I’ve gotten that part about you right....and while it may not be your mother I bet I can guess...perhaps its your grandmother? Maybe an aunt?”

Another shrug as he situated himself against the wall. 

“Come on, you have to say that talking is much more entertaining than that book of yours...dont you think?”

[soru-ushinawa]

Alone

[playkinshara-archive]

Rose shook his head lip curling for a second, the tiniest bit amused; despite his appearance the Arrancar still seemed willing to believe he was still a member of the Gotei. That couldn’t be further from the truth. Not any more, anyway. No matter what orders this red-haired lieutenant might be operating under, Rose wasn’t bound by them. He was a free agent; any actions were his own, the decision to kill a choice he would make based on his own evaluation rather than the direction of a superior. 

“I know the duty you speak of, however, I am no longer Shinigami and hold as much loyalty to Soul Society as it did to me when I escaped it’s death sentence a century ago. Now, I seek to protect. Yes my group eliminates Hollows but only those who pose a threat to this town.” he paused, gesturing a hand idly in the blonde’s direction “ Besides, look at you; you’re battle weary and defeated. I have to ask myself just what kind of a threat you realistically pose and the benefit I’d gain from striking you down.”

He tried to ignore the smirk, the way it irritated him down to his core, offering instead a hard stare as his hand drifted down to the spot on his hip where Kinshara should be; a reflex picked up from many years as a serving solider. Realising what he’d done, he snatched it away almost as quickly. Aware of how obvious it made this weakness of his. A frustrating carelessness, he thought, annoyed at himself.

Now, summoning what bravado and confidence he could, Rose kept his voice low and replied, still watching the other’s every move, 

“Right now, it seems to me, you might be of much more value alive. You’re quite the unknown Arrancar, it could be quite the learning opportunity for us.”

[soru-ushinawa]

Annoyance fully radiated from Yylfordt now. Not only did this man not see him as a threat but now he believed he could ‘learn’ from him? 

Him?!

A thousand deaths would be preferable than for someone to study him....to expose his secrets...his weaknesses for their own gain. This man claims to protect, to only kill those hollows who threatened their town? How very absurd. To kill, that was all the shinigami were good for. After all, if they were ‘protecting’ like this one claims then he wouldn’t have been killed. His brother would’ve found the light....He wouldn’t be stuck in this pathetic existence.......governed by one Shinigami only to be hunted by the rest. 

“Nonsense. Shinigami or not you.....you will murder another one of those I have been forced to call breatheren. They are merely lost souls shinigami were powerless to free and you murder them.”

He nearly growled, his resolve breaking for the briefest of moments as his rant filtered the air. 

“I am tired of being used!”

Crimson eyes widened for a brief moment before taking a breath and composing himself. He rarely ever allowed himself to burst out in his rage, usually people died and yet here stood a second shinigami who would live because he wasn’t strong enough. 

“Now, now.....what could you possibly learn from someone as ‘battle worn’ as I? Hmm? Not even the great ‘Lord Aizen’ would welcome me back into his army if I were to return. No doubt Grimmjow is already hanging for our defeat.....There is no use for me now....Perhaps I’ll find my use by getting my revenge. This town seemed important to that Lieutenant.....even to you. Maybe I should go on a rampage now that I see you’re without your sword~”

He smirked, his fingertips dancing over the hilt of his weapon before folding them across his chest. 

“I bet all of those innocent souls would taste fowl. I’m rather fond of those with blood on their hands and it looks as though this town is a wasteland for those types of souls thanks to your little helper.”

[ironassault]

Bᴀᴋɪɴɢ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs.

[ironassault]

            He could not be offended by that comment considering the lips words came from. Kensei always held a high confidence in his cooking [ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀᴋɪɴɢ ] abilities. There wasn’t anything that could shake him these days. Not in this area, and especially not someone like this. Wouldn’t happen, so this guy might as well just try giving up. [ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏss ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴ ]

            ♞ ┊ ‘ Wrong. Your taste is off.  ’ 

[soru-ushinawa]

“My tastes are never ‘off’ I believe your cooking may be, however” 

He chuckled, returning to his own masterpiece. Giving into the others ‘insults’ wouldn’t benifit him in the least. He would reign supreme in this battle, and the next, no matter what the challenge may be. Just a few more details, and finally his creation was complete. 

Setting up the cake, he placed it onto the counter before stepping back to marvel at its beauty. 

“Lets go Grandpa~ Finish up your dish so we can move on to the part where I win~” 

[reign-over-the-frosted-heavens]

@soru-ushinawa Cont’d from here

Although Toshiro had most certainly not wanted to stay on campus when he had heard about the severe weather warning on the radio, certain circumstances had forced him to remain. It was very frustrating as he wanted very much to head home so that he could aid his grandmother and make sure that she was alright in this storm. He had not had anyone else while growing up; but the very lady he was trying to protect had forced him to promise to stay at school out of concern of him most likely getting caught outside in the storm somewhere.

So far she had been doing well. Toshiro made it a point to check in on her every hour or so and nothing had yet gone amiss back home. He was still immensely worried of course, but at that point he wouldn’t have been able to leave even if he wanted to. The roads having been closed down previously a long while ago.

He had decided to try and distract himself with a book and had set himself down on the dorm common room couch read. However he was unable to get very far when an annoying buzzing reached his ears and he looked up to see one of his fellow students, and the only other one to have stayed, speaking to him with a smirk on his face,

     “That is really none of your business.” He said shortly, looking over the rims of the glasses he used for reading. “At least I don’t go walking around with a stupid look on my face like you do… kind of like the one you have right now.”

[soru-ushinawa]

“Well despite your rude attitude you’ve answered my question. Far, Far to serious for smiling, huh?” He shook his head, his smirk never fading. “Honestly, you think insults are the best way to go when we’re the only two stuck in this damned building? Why dont we try to get along hmm? My name is Yylfordt Granz, a junior with a major in science.....well something sciency...though I believe its obvious that is not my preferred major”

He shrugged, moving to lean against the wall as he gave the other a once over. Science may not be Yylfordts forte, though he was always calculating. Every exit, each person, even the objects around the rooms he entered....Everything was taken into account as the blond walked around. He never liked surprises, and would give no person or thing the opprotunity to do so. 

“So, what about you? You have about.....lets say fifteen minutes until you call....hmm your mom again?” He shrugged, raising an eyebrow. “You can spend that time maybe getting to know the man with a ‘stupid look’ after all it’s sure to be more entertaining than your books”

[soru-ushinawa]

COLLEGE [it's a lil late but I'll send it anyway]

@reign-over-the-frosted-heavens

The last two people on campus during an extreme weather alert and oh great we’re snowed in

He had his own reasons for staying on campus during the blizzard. While he was worried about his Twin, there was still the lingering notion that if he left.....he would be stuck with his father during all of this without an escape....and Yylfordt would rather risk his life than to be trapped in the same room as his father. Though, with that thought in mind, that didn’t explain why this other person was stuck in the building with him. 

Luckily they were trapped in their dorms, plenty of food if needed and the power was still up so they didn’t really have to worry about being cold. 

After pouring himself a drink, Yylfordt decided to learn a little about his fellow student...after all if he couldn’t get any entertainment out of the other then what else was there to do during all of this?

“I’ve seen you around campus, always with a scowl on your face much like you have now. I wonder, do you ever smile?” He teased with a small smirk. “Or are you far too serious for that?”

[soru-ushinawa]

College

@strawberryreaper

You’re baking cookies in the communal kitchen at 3am and I’m angry but also really hungry

College. A time where one is supposed to thrive and flourish into a being of ones own instead of a creation of their parents will, and yet Yylfordt still felt the same. 

Alone. 

Szayel, the prodical son. The one meant to learn all of their fathers tips and tricks...the one meant to carry on the very delicate work while he was sent off to find some possible use he could be. Not that it would do him any good, he wasn’t interested in any of this farce, especially when it meant his father could then manipulate whatever skills he may learn from this place. 

The blond shook his head, staring out of the window up at the full moon. It was three in the morning, and like always, he couldn’t sleep. Somehow drawn to the night. That, and there seemed to be a lot of racket coming from the kitchen which only fueled his burning annoyance with each clang of the pots. 

Shoving himself off of his seat, Yylfordt made his way to the kitchen, wanting to put an end to this incessant noise. 

“You enjoy making noise at Three am while people are trying to sleep? I do hope these dishes of yours are spectacular for keeping me up” He folded his arms, leaning against the doorframe while eyes narrowed at the other. “Well, whats the occasion? Or is this a common thing with you?”

[soru-ushinawa]

The Fabulous Granz Hair

[the-lewdest-concubine]

“I’ll try my best…” said Szayel, a smirk crossing his face.  “I was going to give you something to bite down on…but now I think I’d rather listen to your screaming tongue.”

Szayel took his arms and secured each one above his head, tightening the leather buckles of the restraints around his wrists, each at the corners of the table.  Then he followed suit, tightening down the straps at his ankles, keeping his legs spread and secure, so that no stray kicks could be landed.

“There you are,” he purred.  “All safe and secure.  You won’t be able to do anything except for enjoy your situation.”

Szayel traced a finger up the side of his body, from hip to underarm, just to see him shiver.

“At least, I know I’ll enjoy it.”

Szayel unsheathed his sword.  “Sip, Fornicaras,” he said, guiding the tip down his throat, releasing his true form.

It had been so long since he had released and the pleasure from it ripped through his body.  He moaned with the sensation, his body subtlely changing, glorious wings growing out from his back, stretching out.  For something so common place for a hollow, his reaction was quite lewd and over the top.

Szayel came to stand by his brother’s side, admiring his released form.  He stroked the leathery bags that came off of his wings, willing the healing fluids within them to mix.  He would be using them soon, after all.

“So, what do you think?  Isn’t my form beautiful?”

[soru-ushinawa]

A shiver wanted, and a shiver granted as he closed his eyes and for the briefest of moments he felt whole again. Szayel may not need him, but while Yylfordt may not readily admit such a thing, He felt as though he needed Szayel. 

Though he had done much to remedy that fact. 

Watching Szayel transform was like watching the Mona Lisa being painted, or listening while Beethoven’s symphony’s were being composed. There really was no way to explain the beauty before him other than....

Absolute perfection. 

“Quite a show, dear brother. I  have to say I do enjoy the view....and I get a front row seat to appreciate it~”

He grinned, pulling at his restraints a little to make sure that they were indeed tight. While pain was almost like an aphrodisiac to him, there was still a point where his basic instincts would take over and he really didn’t want to attack Szayel. At least not while the other was working on perfecting his body once more. 

That disgusting scar would be gone soon enough. 

“I’m ready to begin when you are. Just don’t take to heart the reactions you may get~” 

He watched Szayel closely. This was almost a dream come true. To see those golden hues aimed at him.....to see that lust and desire for knowledge and carnage simultaneously was euphoric. Szayel, at least to his knowledge, had never looked at him with such a beautiful expression before and now....now was ‘His’ turn to be the center of the scientists world. 

If only for a brief moment. 

“Quite beautiful indeed....Brother~” 

[soru-ushinawa]

//like this for a ‘The 100′ themed starter//

[soru-ushinawa]

Alone

[playkinshara-archive]

Rose kept his distance, staying just far enough away to watch the other man and size him up. He was, for once, without a sword and it was hard to predict how likely he was to succeed if he attacked with just kido. If this man was one of Aizen’s latest allies,  the Arrancar Kisuke had briefed them about, then to face him under equipped would be foolhardy at best, fatal at worst.  The man was too much of an unknown, distance was safer. 

Irritated by the smirk, being addressed by the name of his former profession and the unwavering show of confidence he couldn’t quite match, Rose considered just who the red head lieutenant might be. It wasn’t a description of anyone he recognized and although things in the Seireitei changed slowly, he had been in exile a long time. Still, the fact this stranger had been left undefeated by a Gotei 13 Lieutenant made Rose curious enough to stay where he was. Any information he could gleam about the enemy would be invaluable considering they were on the verge of war. He tried to keep his reply civil, unwilling to provoke a fight if he didn’t have to. 

“Not unless you give me a reason to, Arrancar”

[soru-ushinawa]

“Oh really then? Isn’t that the duty of all of you? Hmm? To kill the hollows you come across like the discarded souls you were either too weak or too slow to save before we became mindless beasts? Even as we grow a conscious and finally have a voice of our own rather than the thousands of cries and screams from the countless beings we devour during that time, you still wish to slay us....but you’re telling me that you are different? You wont end my life unless I give you a reason to? I highly doubt that.....Should I turn my back now and give you a larger target to stab?

Yylfordt placed a hand on his hip, his smirk never fading as he watched the other closely. He may not remember exactly how he survived his encounter with that damned Lieutenant, but he wasn’t about to let his guard down with this unknown entity. Should this man attack, he wouldn’t hold back. 

At the very least it would make things entertaining. 

[ironassault]

Bᴀᴋɪɴɢ Bᴀᴛᴛʟᴇs.

[ironassault]

           Hell would freeze over long before anyone could out-bake Kensei in the kitchen. This Arrancar didn’t know what’s coming. That’s okay, though. It would be entertaining as he would watch the loss sink into the other man’s eyes. Just a matter of time now.

           ♞ ┊ ‘  That’s probably why I smell something burning.  ’   

[soru-ushinawa]

“I believe your nose is broken, because all I smell is perfection~” 

Szayel wasn’t the only Granz obsessed with perfection. The only difference was their objects of their obsessions. Yylfordt had always had to bake for his brother, Szayel never knew how to take care of himself....so he had to perfect his dishes to make something even the mad Scientist would put away his beaker for. 

“Though that dough of yours does taste rather bitter~” 

[justanotherrpmeme]

Send 'College' and I'll generate a number 1-57 and create a college-verse starter.

(Inspired by this post)

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[soru-ushinawa]

The Fabulous Granz Hair

[the-lewdest-concubine]

Even after all this time, even after they separated, Yylfordt still knew how to set him at ease.

“I appreciate it,” said Szayel.  “It’s a bit surreal if I do say so myself.  Everything I worked for, even in life.  Of course as a human, I’d have never dreamed of the powers involved in hollowification, the master race.”

At the mention of wanting to be one of Szayel’s experiments, he couldn’t help but smile.  He looked over his shoulder warmly.

“Well, you’re my project now.  A project of utmost importance.  You’ve taken care of me in some pretty sorry states.  It is only fair that I repay it.”

Szayel led his brother over to an examination table, a plush leather one, rather than the cold hard metal he reserved for disposable specimens.  He patted it with a gentle hand.

“Strip down and get on. Let me see what I have to work on. Depending on the type of damage, I may have to cut them out and reheal them, since damage to connective tissues cannot be simply erased.”

He stroked a hand through his hair.

“It may hurt a great deal…are you sure that this is what you want before I do it?”

He prowled around Yylfordt, wondering just exactly what he would choose to do.  He daydreamed about plunging in the scalpel, the sound of ripping skin, the meek resistance of flesh as he pressed on the blade.  The taste of licking blood from his fingers. It excited him, and he could feel his hair stand on end.

“Just let me release, and I will be able to produce any compound that I need from my wings.”

[soru-ushinawa]

Fingertips danced along the leather, unable to keep the goosebumps at bay at the thought of feeling it against his bare skin while Szayel worked his magic on him. This entire ordeal had Yylfordt heated, not only would he have Szayel finally looking at him with those eyes of wonder but his brother would be cutting into his skin. Oh how he enjoyed pain.

A part of him wondered if Szayel knew to the extent.

"Taking care of you was a pleasure of mine....but I will admit I can already see that glint in your eye and I’ve only dreamed of seeing it aimed at me.....Oh, now I am very sure. I'd actually prefer if you refrained from using anything to dull the pain. So long as I end with my body unscarred you are free to cut as much as you wish. Though I wonder dear brother.....Can you make me scream?"

He asked with a teasing wink while shedding his clothes and tossing them out of the way. Once he was bare, Yylfordt sat upon the leather table and laid back a with a pleased shiver. Modesty was never something he bothered with, besides Szayel had seen it all before.

"I would, however, tie me down. Dont want that pesky fight or flight response to get in the way now would you?"

Shifting slightly, he made himself comfortable on the leathery table and looked up to watch Szayel closely.

“Feel free to release at any time dear brother. I’m actually interested to see how its changed since our separation~”

[soru-ushinawa]

5.       Who does your character trust?

Trust is something Yylfordt doesn’t give out. It is simply a notion that he is incapable of, however this does not mean he wouldn’t give his life for two very specific people. His King, Grimmjow, the man he believes he owes his life to for giving him a purpose once again, and His beloved brother who he has always protected even before their death. 

He will give himself completely to those to, though do not mistake it for trust. He is fully aware that within an instant they could both take his life, or throw him to the wolves and he is completely alright with that. Betrayal is something he is fully aware of and holds no one above that. After all, everyone is simply out for themselves.

 Its the nature of the world. 

[soru-ushinawa]

4.       Day of Favorites! What’s your character’s favorite ice cream flavor? Color? Song? Flower?

Yylfordt is very particular about his favorites, and will often decline if something isn’t made the way he prefers it. For example, his favorite type of Ice Cream is simple chocolate but he likes the treat soft and creamy almost to the point that its melting slightly so he can mix it all together. He absolutely hates having to chew his ice cream. 

His favorite color is deep red. Once the beautiful color of his brothers hair, and the color of blood that spilled from his victims once he impaled them. He’s always found the color fascinating, and its even beautiful when worn. 

He doesnt really listen to music mostly because he doesn’t have access to it, but if he had I believe Yylfordt would be extremely fond of jazz and swing music. The ever changing notes and insane beats, the perfect music to dance along to. 

The spider lily, specifically one that looked like THIS . It is unique, and now that he’s seen his brothers release, he loves the flower even more. He’ll even go as far as to leave one on his brothers counter every now and then. Though only when he’s sure Szayel isn’t watching. 

[eastasialove-deactivated2019033]

[soru-ushinawa]

@the-lewdest-concubine; @thedemonespada ; @grimmpanther

[the-lewdest-concubine]

Have you/would you have a threesome with your brothernand someone else? Asking for a friend...

It depends on who this friend is…

If you have the guts and we approve…perhaps we can thread it.  <3

What do you think, brother?

[soru-ushinawa]

“Oh I do believe this could be quite entertaining indeed, Brother~ Let us hope its someone that can handle our.....nature hmm....Wouldn’t want a new toy to get broken too easily now would we?”