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#i forgot about this#zultanekh#did i post this i really cant remember#twice dead king#oltyx#olyx i am going to comically slap the bolts out of you now
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Which Necron Should You Fight?
Imotekh the Stormlord: Challenge him to a duel and you might be able to survive. You’re gonna lose a hand in the process, but you’ll at least be alive.
Szarekh, Last Silent King of the Necrontyr and First Silent King of the Necrons: This man has been awake for at least 65 million years and likely has spent that time killing horrors from beyond our galaxy, do not fight him.
Trazyn the Infinite: Unless you are prepared for the very real possibility of becoming a museum exhibit, I would not advise fighting this old man. Try convincing him to go bother Orikan instead.
Orikan the Diviner: Don’t. You will be lucky if he only puts you in a time loop. Get Trazyn to pester him instead they’re overdue for another round of divorced old man slapfight.
Oltyx: DON’T
Yenekh: I cannot emphasize enough how spectacularly bad an idea it is to fight him if you are literally anyone but his boyfriend Oltyx. He is a god of melee among mortals. JUST. DON’T.
Lysikor: Fight him, it will be funny. You will more likely than not die but it will be funny.
Nemesor Zahndrekh: I mean, you probably could if you formally challenged him and you might even get invited to dinner afterwards if you’re a good sport about it. However, his husband Varguard is probably going to kill you when he’s not looking.
Vargaurd Obryon: Under no circumstances should you fight this man. He will kill you if you so much as look wrong at his husband Nemesor.
Zultanekh: The chillest people are often the most terrifying when given a reason to not be chill and he’s built like a tank. Go fight someone else and let him mourn his boyfriend Djoseras in peace damnit.
Illuminor Szeras: YOU WILL DIE AND IT WILL HURT THE ENTIRE TIME; IF YOU SURVIVE HE WILL MAKE YOU WILL WISH YOU DIDN’T
Anrakyr the Traveller: Maybe, just watch out for the three federal agents Triarch Praetorians that follow him around.
Xun’bakyr, Mother of Oblivion: RUN, JUST… RUN
#necrons#imotekh the stormlord#szarekh#the silent king#trazyn the infinite#orikan the diviner#oltyx#yenekh#lysikor#nemesor zahndrekh#obyron#zultanekh#illuminor szeras#anrakyr#xun’bakyr#in my defense i made this at two in the morning and i think i’m catching something
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oh, a quick one from the cron server like two months back (and a sincere thank you to corbie), my take on Zultanekh who i am sorry to say i legitimately forgot was in that book :snakesalute:
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Zultanekh's ship is called the Philotomokh which sounds very similar to the Greek word philotimo literally translated as "love of honor" which in addition to individual honor can also describe the pursuit of the betterment of a community and huh doesn't that all just fit. Zultanekh is Best Boy, I rest my case your honor
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I bet Zultanekh didn't actually care that Oltyx tried to bite that pilot's face off, like, did not remotely give a shit about it. There's no clear depiction of the immediate aftermath of that scene because Oltyx was literally running on autopilot ('so he had activated one of his archived court protocols, designed to write bland but believable answers into his vocal buffer...') - but from how Zultanekh treated him before and after, I think he was neither surprised nor judging Oltyx badly for it, you know? He knew Oltyx was Flayer-afflicted from the beginning ('I gather you keep strange habits'). Just about all of Oltyx's people did, and that didn't stop Zultanekh keeping faith to his cause. If anything, Zultanekh was probably just waiting for Oltyx to come to terms with it and do anything other than destroy himself, and look at what that boy did 😭
God the fucking lengths to which Zultanekh went to keep him alive. That whole journey was of no material benefit to the Ogdobekh, and he still did it, because he was a prince of his word. If only Oltyx could've confided in him more throughout Reign - it probably hurt Zultanekh more that Oltyx kept distrusting him, rather than anything to do with the Flayer Curse. This kid simply could not bring himself to accept that Zultanekh was acting in direct inheritance of Djoseras's love and trust for him, nor that he was more loved than he gave credit for, because he fundamentally couldn't love himself
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#the twice dead king#oltyx#zultanekh#necrons#necron#i guess in the end zultanekh got the world's most interesting prospective in-law out of it so it was not for naught 🤣#dude's a paragon of loyalty by almost any measure of ethics. nobody would truly suffer for having a zultanekh. i have feelings for him
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Heyo folks! So here's a list of this for another fic I am going to workon. I am writing here the rules so I don't forget and I would love to see people give me their opinions on what I can add! This time it IS a crossover series with Cuthulhu Mythos! (Mostly lovecraft lore and some other writer's take on it sprinkled in. No Other gods vs Great Old Ones nonsense though that was a stupid adition to Mythos I will DIE on this hill)
Our skele bois and everyone really are going to learn the HARD way there are being infinitely scarier and powerful than measely star parasites or amalgamation of emotions :D
This came after a delightful conversarion with a friend in space battle. So some heads ups;
Other gods or Outer Gods as people know them are the undisputed strongest things for what I hope obvious reasons. Put an unshattered C'tan or a chaos god in front of Nyarlathotep and they'll beg for their life
Azathoth DID NOT create 40k or any universe. Its a fan theory. It was Yog-Sothoth ;)
The races such as Elder Things and Great Race of Yith are among the oldest and most advanced (they are basically the Xeelee's since thats what they are meant to be in OG mythos Lovecraft was just shit at math and science) creatures in the verse. Remember how Mep'het'Ran bitched to the Necrontyr about how they also fought with the cruel old ones and lost and turned into celestial fart gases...well he didn't TECHNICALLY lie.
It just wasn't the 'Old Ones' Necrontyr were thinking XD (for real though in the ONLY alliance these two races ever forged they kicked the shit out of C'tan and destroyed their OG bodies) for these races, species in 40k galaxy might as well be monkeyd hitting each other with sticks. The difference between them are that great.
That war happened not 200 million year into the big bang btw. Yeah...when the first stars were babies. Elder Things and Yith are that old...they might be that old in OG mythos too now that I think about it 🤔
Remember Nihilakh Yyth seer? Yeah that thing is another unfortunate race Yith used as bodies and left long before necrons ever came...unfortunately the inhabitation caused the race to develop clairvoyance. And we all know what happened to the poor bastards.
The Elder things came to earth was basically an amish community got tired of ultra advanced tech XD they are the reason earth has life. They came waayyy before the billion year mark Lovecraft gives. First one celled organisms on earth appeard around 3.7 billion years ago. Yeah.
Randolph Carter is/was a friend of Big E's and still kicking in 40k with his silver key. Fully living in dreamlands with his friends and boy-ahem eternal headache Nyarlathotep though. He and Trazyn will become GOOD friends...maybe Orikan too. Tech wizardry isn't just belong to necrons after all.
Magic other than warp exists and it is both intransically bound with tech and seperate enough. Mostly safe too if you manage to keep your head while learning.
Assume all weird creatures in mythos exist.
Deep Ones have their own planet and allied with Big E around 2020s. They have full on STCs under their planet and still can build and understand DAOT tech, they are just smart enough to hide it really well. And since all of them are immortal most of the ones on the planet (pure and hybrids both) are over 30.000 years old. And remember EVERYTHING. Rest of the Imperium thinks they are filfhy mutants to be avoided. Deep Ones and hybrids mostly bleakly amused seeing most were alive in 1920s America how humanity seems to abandon one type of racism then immediatly embracing another.
Lost 2 Primarchs taken a worship of the Other Gods...this is magnetitudes more dire than chaos worship.
Orikan, Trazyn and Phillias will meet an interesting human who knows more than she ever should...if they are nice to her she might even draw them when they were necrontyr. She A LOT to say about their relationship during flesh times...revelations might or might not cause eternal sense to loss , pain and horror to what was lost...and maybe hope. 🤷♀️ (yes during Trazyn's bubble confinement)
Except Nyarlathotep to pop on Song of Oblivion and taunt Szerakh. Randoph migh or might not put the fear of actual gods in Szeras too
Anrakyr and Zulthanekh (don't ask me how they will ever meet I am just taken by the idea of their friendship because of ghostinthegalleries) will get a history lesson of the galaxy from Nyarlathotep.
Shoggoths are allies of humanity. As they lived only the really intelligent and sentient ones survived and after their ACTUAL discovery humanity (DAOT) have been not only nice to them but give them human rights Elder Thing colony never thought of. Surviving ones are fiercely loyal to humanity but few know their existance.... for obvious reasons. They are a hard counter for tyranids and help preserve Big E.
Big E was aware of other gods and there was no stopping them. Thankfully the only one who was invested into the galaxy was Nyarlathotep and Big E just pointed out sitting back and watching the inevitable clusterfucks all races cause would be infinitely more entertaining. (Randoph also threathened Nyarlathotep with sleeping on couch in Ilek-Vad XD)
...AND thats it. Thats all I got for now. I would love to see your suggestions Lovecraft and 40k lovers!
#necrons#trazyn the infinite#orikan the diviner#zultanekh#djoseras#oltyx#anrakyr#nemesor zahndrekh#vangard Obyron#imotekh the stormlord#warhammer 40k#lovecraft#outer gods#huntmaster
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@stock-human desired some Zultanekh representation… so here he be, in his beautiful, coppery, heavyset beauty
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You did some fucked up shit, Oltyx King- but you got there in the end.
I would reccomend Ruin+Reign if you like necrons. This 2-set focuses on The Flayer curse as a subject. Very interesting read.
Ruin first, Reign second.
Did we read Reign primarily for Crown Prince Zultanekh?
Yes. We did.
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tfw you're at the war council and say the stupidest thing ever, and you get hit with the Ithakan Stare
#I am rotating necrontyr oltyx and djoseras in my mind at all times#necrontyr#twice dead king#oltyx#djoseras#would love to try a zultanekh but ive been out if practice since college ended#reds doodles
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Speaking of the dichotomy of faves.
I would kill pay actual money for some good Zultanekh fanart.
Or any Zultanekh fanart.
Absolute chadcron.
#no idea doing what but#if you have ideas and wanna do a c*mmission seriously dm me lmao#necrons#warhammer#wh 40k
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thanks for everything zulty
#zultanekh#necrons#warhammer 40k#necron#tdk#twice dead king#lysikor#who now serves as ogdobekhs royal canoptek butler
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i have failed my necron detox
#to be fair ive had this in mind for a while#it was keeping me up at night#zultanekh#orikan the diviner#oltyx#zanderekh#lysikor#trazyn the infinite#vishani#datamancer vishani#necron#necrons#meme#yenekh
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remember it could always be worse. could be assigned himbo by lysikor 🤪
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#the twice dead king#necrons#lysikor#yenekh#oltyx#zultanekh#necron#what an asshole lmao i can easily believe zultanekh spent most of reign thinking bitch you put up with this??? re: lysikor's behaviour#not shutting down lysikor here was a misstep by oltyx king!!!!! oooooo
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"Remember me." 💖
Drabble based on this lovely set of prompts. spoilers for Twice Dead King below, canon-typical 40k violence. Enjoy!
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Immortality—it transpired—had been yet another lie by their cruel gods. Living metal was powerful, miraculous, but not untouchable. Nothing was.
A fact Djoseras was painfully aware of as he parried the power sword wielded by the Astartes, a warped and empowered weapon of humanity. His own phaseblade crackled as the sword scraped down the weapon’s edge. He was growing weaker, less and less able to fend off the giant’s attacks. Djoseras had begun this fight damaged, burned from the inside out after channeling the energy of Antikef’s entire defensive array through his core. His silver carapace was charred black, giving him a strange, mottled appearance.
In the end neither of us managed to keep our silver, Oltyx, he mused.
At the thought of his brother, power surged through Djosera’s flux. That was why he had chosen this doomed last stand. To give Oltyx time to reach the exodus fleet and leave these ancient, cursed stones behind. Leave the old ways behind.
Leave him behind.
Djoseras charged, a wordless cry bursting from his damaged vocal buffer. Dust-choked air swirling around him. The space marine captain paused for a fraction of a second, surprised by Djoseras’ sudden aggression. Their blades connected again in a flash. Djoseras did not believe in flashy swordsmanship. His weapon’s purpose was to kill, not entertain like some gilded court dancer. Every strike was precise, economical, rationing was little power Djoseras had left in his core.
He managed to sink his phaseblade into the astartes’ pauldron, cutting into the droplet of blood painted there. Djoseras ripped the piece of armor free and flung it into the dust. He thought he had finally created an opening.
It was his turn to be surprised. The space marine snarled through his helmet and barreled into Djoseras, exposed shoulder colliding with his chest. Djoseras thought he heard something crunch at the impact, but if the unclean warrior felt any pain he did not show it. They both toppled, the space marine’s bulk driving Djoseras into the rubble strewn ground.
Around them, the battle between Djoseras’ Immortals and the other space marines still raged. Djoseras watched one astartes’ head dissolve in a flash of green gauss fire. Heros had fired the shot. Djoseras remembered that he had been nearly as accurate as a deathmark in life. Djoseras’ tiny blade had inscribed hundreds of kills onto the Immortal’s living metal, each a clean shot to the head or heart.
To Djoseras’ left, Seroth fell, ripped to pieces by enemy fire. A natural teacher, who had taken new recruits under his wing. Qeret collapsed next, her leg blasted out from under her. Still she fired, taking down another Astartes before a knife pierced her ribs.
I promised to remember you. Djoseras’ phaseblade blocked the overhead strike from the astartes on top of him. The warrior pressed and the weapons drew closer and closer to Djoseras’ faceplate. I tried. I am sorry to fail you now.
That was when the seed of fear truly took root in his mind. When the unclean died it was not truly the end. It may not be pleasant, but their souls had somewhere to go, something to look forward to or to dread. Djoseras had no soul. There was no existence after this. And as Antikef crumbled around him, he understood that he would have no tomb to serve as a place of remembrance. The only afterlife the necrons could cling to was denied to him.
The energy sparking from both energy blades burned his necrodermis. His motor actuators stuttered. Something in his shoulder joint was starting to melt. He was going to die here. In seconds he would cease to exist.
In the early years of their war, Djoseras had that Zultanekh would be the one to kill him. One good blow with the hammer and Djoseras would die, quickly if not necessarily cleanly. He almost wished that had come to pass, but of course then he could not have asked the crown prince of the Ogdobekh to watch over Oltyx now. A small comfort. Zultankeh would likely guide him better than Djoseras ever had.
But will you think of me when I am gone? Djoseras wondered as the Astartes above him growled like a feral beast. Will you remember our schemes? Our battles? Those nights we met in secret and you reminded me that we still had so much to live for?
The astartes cried something in its guttural, alien tongue. A chant that its comrades soon took up. Two more of Djoseras’ immortals died. The invaders were so maddeningly assured of their victory.
I asked you to remember us, Oltyx. Djoseras felt the broken stones of Antikef digging into his back. Let me give you something worthy of remembering.
Djoseras angled his blade, let the space marines sword slide down and sliced into his faceplate. It sheared through his ocular, into his neural hardware. Alarms blazed through Djoseras’ systems. Half the world simply vanished.
But not the marine, who had jerked off balance. Exposing the weaker armor around his throat.
Djoseras jammed the tip of his blade through the space marine’s flesh where neck met shoulder. He drove the blade deeper, showering himself with unclean blood. The revulsion he expected at this did not come. Probably because the power sword had cut off the part of his neural system that could feel disgust. At least he could still feel some relief. Antikef was far from safe, but this threat would not come for Djoseras’ little brother.
“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I taught you the wrong lessons. I could not protect you from our father or from yourself. Now I have placed the weight of our dynasty on your shoulders, and I cannot even help you bear it.”
The astartes captain slumped and fell, staining the stones of Antikef red.
Djoseras’ remaining vision blurred. Went dark. He did not pray to any god. His kind were far beyond that. But it felt like prayer, facing the heavens and speaking to the two people who might be his tomb and monument where there could be no stone.
“Please,” he said. “Remember me.”
#necrons#wh40k#twice dead king#Twice dead king spoilers#Djoseras#oltyx#zultanekh#drabble prompt#come on how was I NOT supposed to make this one sad?
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actually the way to solve all of The Twice-Dead King's problems was for Zultanekh and Djoseras to steal Oltyx out of Sedh, then for the two hothead princes to spearhead an operation to oust Unnas and Hemiun, so that Djoseras wouldn't have to violate his own personal code and die. Zultanekh and Djoseras should then have gotten married, and elevated Oltyx as co-ruler (because he has the most progressive ideas), so they could all serve as one extremely happy triumvirate. This plan involves Djoseras being normal and a lot of wishful thinking and telling Anathrosis of the Black Star to go fuck herself, which is not something I'm sure anyone is capable of doing, but imagine
#warhammer 40k#the twice dead king#necrons#oltyx#zultanekh#djoseras#anathrosis of the black star#shitpost#in my heart this is what happened and it is hekatic truth ;_;#after a while djoseras and zultanekh could have retired elsewhere and given full reign to oltyx or something#it sounds like this was djoseras's ideal plan for his future anyway. he did claim to wish to make things right and make his brother king#after that yenekh could be his consort and everyone would be happy 😭💖#weddings WERE a standard way to enforce peace and come to political agreements for a long time in history...#canon necrons have tried almost all other ways of political neutralization other than this... please try it i am weeping................
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"For you, always." - Djoseras/Zultanekh (Necrontyr AU; R-15)
(Drabble for a prompt fill challenge, prompts available here.)
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They unfastened their heavy outer robes and piled them up on a chair. Zultanekh was the first to retreat to bed, laying back with ease as he loosed his tunic and hitched it far up above his knees. "Now there's a memory from the earliest days of my training." He mused, and bid the kynazh regard an old scar upon his thigh. "Back then Zultanekh was not skilled with his hammer, nor with much else. A curious child but not an attentive one, or so his tutors might've described him, were they still alive. Glory upon their souls! They had a handful in Zultanekh."
Djoseras leaned down to examine. "May I ask what happened?"
"What was it, Djoseras? An accident with a khopesh. You see, my tutor at the time fought with a heavier and more ornate sword. This was on account of his being grown up, while I was but a stripling, but in my youthful folly I took this as a challenge."
The kynazh silently gestured in a bid to touch, and Zultanekh allowed it. His strong limbs and the light of the chamber gleamed a warm gold alike, and the scar stood out starkly upon his skin, long and pale and not half as faded as the years suggested. "The instant he was out of sight I picked up his sword, and would give it my all for a splendid swing; suffice to say this one did not have the best understanding of centrifugal forces at the time. The weight of it planted me straight onto the ground and upon the blade, and that, fair kynazh, is the story of how Zultanekh earned his warhammer. No one trusted me with anything else after that."
In the lamplight he saw how Djoseras smiled like the crescent moon. "I imagine Anathrosis was not best pleased."
"Oh, Anathrosis was furious. Rest assured that Zultanekh has more of his phaeron's faith nowadays. The hammer is our traditional weapon; I've been served well by it ever since, and have made up for my boyish indiscretions."
Djoseras nodded. "That is well, then."
That was all the kynazh had to say on the matter. He moved his hand away and made as if to back off.
But the Crown Prince had other ideas. "What! No comfort from Djoseras?" He exclaimed; Djoseras raised his head, baffled, and Zultanekh gestured down at his scar pointedly. "Zultanekh's tale, his sincere honesty - in the bedchamber, of all places! All for nothing? I'll have you know it was a very painful wound."
The heir of Ithakas stared at him blankly. "Did you… want to be comforted?"
"What the - why - why would I not? Come, think about it for a moment."
Zultanekh's cheeks were flushed almost as red as his beard, and the inside of his head felt as if he were thinking through mud as he tried to explain what about Djoseras's reaction he found so inane. "Does Zultanekh's pain mean that little to you? He will request no pity, for he can hardly ask you to praise his wisdom where he showed none. But we all made mistakes when we were young, it's a universal constant - I'm sure young Oltyx has made some, if you have not, and I would hope you commiserated. Might we not commiserate? When we're already together, alone… intimate?"
His voice dropped softly at the final word. Surely, Zultanekh thought as he drew Djoseras into his arms, this is enough of a hint; he'd willingly bared his thigh, allowed another to touch him there, by royal standards of intimacy he was as good as naked. It was Djoseras who'd come to him that night, god forbid, surely it wasn't that much of a stretch to expect his affection. But Djoseras was not so easily moved. His smile was wry, his tone, maddeningly objective.
"Prince Zultanekh, your wound is long healed, and even as you spoke of it I saw your spirits were high. It seemed only logical to assume you were recovered. After all, it was a long time ago." His slender fingers played over the scar then, tracing it from top to bottom. Zultanekh tensed, first from shock, then a rapidly stiffening desire. "You are older than either Oltyx or I, but you were just a boy then, too. I might not even have been old enough to walk the year you were injured. And now we're all adults, why, you are almost twice the age of betrothal - too grown up, certainly, to jest for my mercy."
"And who kept Zultanekh waiting for that long, might he ask?" The Crown Prince demanded, green eyes darkened with longing. He was no stranger to playing at nonchalance, but he could never seem to temper himself around Djoseras, blast it all; it drove Zultanekh wild merely to sit with the kynazh, beholding that elegant form before him, those hair and eyes as dark as midnight. "Has he not been waiting for you, always? Ever since we first clashed at Heqahn, and vowed to meet again and again 'til vanquishment, had we not then sworn an oath to the other? Oh, you… you-"
He swept Djoseras into a fierce kiss. Then another, and another, scarce giving either of them room to breathe. For the first time that night he had Djoseras moved; a quiet noise escaped the kynazh as their lips drew apart, more breath than moan from a glistening mouth, and Zultanekh groaned in response. His hand found the dip of Djoseras's slender waist, pressed him right up close, the swirl of his inner robes cool against Zultanekh's skin.
For as long as he had known Djoseras he'd never seen the kynazh dressed in ornate colours. Mostly in whites and blacks, woven through occasionally with silver or gold or godsteel. His robes were always finely embroidered, but the shades were never mixed, as elegant and uncompromising as the rest of Djoseras combined. Zultanekh felt as if he might die of thirst as he imagined what lay under those robes, whether the kynazh was soft or angular, how good he might look stretched out in rapture upon those wine-dark sheets.
"Cruel, sweet prince, Zultanekh's beloved! Yours must be the coldest heart in Ithakas. I hope you don't think this one is so ungenerous: had you regaled me with a tale of your injury, no matter how minor or juvenile, I'd have spoken to you as many soothing words as you deserved." To think such a fair prince had come all this way, just to see Zultanekh - and to think that after all that effort this pillar of piousness, this familial, faithful creature was too rational to flirt, inflamed the Crown Prince like nothing else. "Warmed you with wine, or with mine own self, whatever would console you best. And here you are, asking: does Zultanekh want to be comforted? Oh, Djoseras! What are you like!"
At that Djoseras finally burst into laughter. It was rare for the heir of Ithakas to laugh out loud for any reason, but here he was amused, and thankfully sincere. "I hadn't realized you felt so strongly about it." He remarked, then shifted about to settle politely upon Zultanekh's lap. His arms were cool and bare about the Crown Prince's neck. "Be warned, Zultanekh, that I am unattuned to such softness. Unnas always considered it a weakness from his scions, and we of Ithakas are seldom indulged, even while we are young. Yet I am charmed by your attachment - truthfully, it is what I like most about you, that you are unafraid to feel. I've only ever known my brother to be like that."
He offered his hand. Zultanekh kissed it, gladly. "I will esteem to be more mindful in the future. I may be awkward for a time - but for you, Crown Prince, I will try my best."
"Thank you. It is good of you to indulge Zultanekh; he was a rather sensitive child."
Djoseras's eyes gleamed with mischief. "Oh, I've never doubted you were childish. I merely hope to make an obedient boy out of you sometime."
"Now that's more like it," breathed Zultanekh. He laid upon Djoseras a kiss so deep that the kynazh of Ithakas fell to sighing, his eyes faint with pleasure; Zultanekh moved to the side, laying Djoseras down properly onto the bed, then made to remove his own tunic altogether. "That is well, kynazh, but Zultanekh warrants he has far more to teach you about pleasure. Come, lend him a hand - take yours off too, if you please - and we shall review where else fair Djoseras has wounded him, so that he might be granted his comforts, and return it to you a thousandfold."
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(Note: This was an anon request and came without fandom or pairings attached, so I've taken the liberty to be self-indulgent 😘 I'm intending this to be part of a longer (NSFW) piece, of an AU where biotransference isn't a concern and Djoseras and Zultanekh had a lot more time to enjoy the peace between their dynasties. Indulge an official courtship, fall in love. Kind of like the necrontyr parts of we live on archipelagos concentrated to triple strength. Here Djoseras has surprised Zultanekh by slipping into the other's room at night - as one would expect of a courtly love scene - and then immediately dropped the ball by being too logical about flirtations. 🤣 Oh, they have a long way to go...)
#warhammer 40k#wh40k#the twice dead king#djoseras#zultanekh#prompt fill#drabble#necrons#necron#ah... how could i possibly leave out my chosen necron rarepair otp... those princes drive me insane they're everything i want#it's so fun writing zultanekh. he is so life-affirmative and just about any situation works with him as long as it warrants his confidence#he can be utterly serious and mentor-like; he can be boldly flirtatious; whatever it may be he'll be Forever In The Moment doing it#this is the one dude who'll always find a way to have a good time... i love him#returning to orizyn for the next wh40k drabble
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