#meowcrontyr

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its midnight again and that means its cat time [ the meowtekh dynasty and the twice dead kitties]

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Meowcrontyr story

This is completely inspired by your cat lore @redsasexualdisaster

I had to make a Mhelob story ! I hope I didn't misunderstood the sacred incense thingy~!

Necrons are cats in this AU. Lol it is 4 am

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Mhelob was only twenty-eight days old kitten, and already treading the interesting expanse of the world around him.

He and his siblings spent most of their time around Orikan, their parent, who currently was luxuriously spread on the little bed in the corner of the garage. Their father, Trazyn, would visit them from time to time, bringing treats and shiny toys for them to play with.

But Mhelob was very special. He was the tiniest kitten.

Orikan told him so. He was the smallest kitten he ever made.

Usually, he would be proud of that, but right now, as his brothers and sisters were pushing, squishing, and kicking him out of his parent’s reach, he wasn't feeling too proud.

He meowed angrily.

There was no more space around their parents’ belly, and his stomach was rumbling.

He went to present his protests to a higher authority, by shoving his fluffy whiskers all in Orikan’s face.

The older necron cat listened to the concerned meowing of Trazyn’s spawn, and decided that it was a great opportunity for the kitten to learn how to solve his own problems. So he communicated that to him.

To the skitarii watering the plants outside, this all looked like a kitten went to Orikan’s face, and meowed, once, to which the bigger cat licked its face, once, and promptly went back to sleep.

Poor Mhelob was left to solve this problem all alone.

He decided that the best strategy was to summon more allies. With this in his tiny kitten brain, he went outside the garage they were sheltered by, and trotted straight to the back door that the grander skitarii forgot to close.

The house was supposed to be a space only for the necrons of the Nihilakh dynasty and humans. Orikan often warned Mhelob and his siblings against going inside.

But this necron was one determined kitten, so holding his tiny tail high, he marched inside.

At first, the strange space was spooky, but the weird smoke that seemed to come from little sticks burning at one end seemed to relax him.

He decided that walking inside the house was fun. He quickly learned that when he placed one front and back paw down simultaneously, it would make him bounce slightly.

This made every step a little jump, which brought him faster and closer to his goal.

Navigating with his nose was harder than usual, because of the thick smog in the house. It made his eyes water a bit. But he still could smell the faint trace of his father.

Soon he found himself in front of an open door.

Peaking inside revealed a long-haired cat

It was his sire, Trazyn the Infinite, and the current prize-winning cat of Belisarius Cawl.

The fluffy necron was busy jumping from shelf to shelf, from time to time, rubbing his nose, probably from the thick smoke in the house.

Speaking of.

Now Mhelob realized that his nose was itching too.

He let out a tiny kitten sneeze, alerting the bigger necron of his presence.

‘Who’s there?’, he turned, squinting at the kitten.

‘Mhelob?’ The necron jumped on the ground level. ‘What are you doing here?’

The tiny necron rushed to their parent’s belly. The sudden motion caused the big cat to place a paw on the kitten’s tiny head.

The kitten meow indignantly at the injustice.

‘I am not the right parent for this, child. ’Trazyn sighed. ‘Let’s get you to where you belong.’

After saying that, the necron grabbed Mhelob by the scruff of his neck and started walking with him toward the garage.

The kitten was calm while being carried outside the house, sneezing a couple of times on their way.

When they reached the outside, they noticed that the skitarii stopped pretending to water the plants, abandoning the still-open water hose next to the fuse box, to stare at the necrons on the cat-bed.

Trazyn dropped Mhelob and got close to a seemingly snoozing Orikan.

Mhelob trotted closer and noticed the lack of space.

He meowed loudly, prompting the skitarii to switch its focus on them.

Trazyn nodded, acknowledging his kitten’s complaint, and got closer to Orikan.

The single-eyed necron was still sitting comfortably, ignoring the both of them. The long-haired cat licked him once on his face, which was ignored.

Trazyn looked at Mhelob, winked at him, then shoved his whole face on the smooth skin of Orikan’s middle, blowing a raspberry.

The loud noise scared the one-eyed cat.

Orikan let out a yowl and jumped in the air, scaring the other kittens next to him.

When he fell back down on the bed, he raised his tail, letting out a threatening growl directed at Trazyn, only to be cut by Mhelob, who zoomed in on him, glad to see his siblings out of the way. The sudden interruption tempered Orikan’s anger.

‘So you were behind all this!’ He meowed angrily, his tail swooshing violently.

‘He complained that you were doing a bad job.’ Trazyn licked his paw, pretending not to hear the angry hiss coming from his mate.

The long-haired cat turned around, looking straight at Orikan, and blinked slowly at him.

The hissing stopped, and after a moment, Orikan blinked back at him.

Trazyn decided that now was a good time to take a catnap, after he moved the rest of the kittens in the bed before he curled in it too. After a moment Orikan lay down.  Both of them ignored the skitarii watching them, as well as the thick smoke coming from the now-wet fuse box.

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what if everything was the same but all necrons were cats🙀❓❓

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releasing these into the wild i need them out of my mind

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more kittycrons [part 2 😳]

the meowning after

it was not the chill of the morning breeze that woke nemesor zanrdekh today, but the feeling of movement. the soft breathing motions of his beloved vargard. the somali cat burried his pink nose into the warm pelt, and sneezed. he blinked awake and saw long grey fur. obyron was brown furred and muscular. oh. now in his wiser years, zandrekh did not keep a habit of waking up next to strangers and he began to worry how he could possibly have awoken next to his phaeron.

obyron was a heavy sleeper by nature and before he and zandrekh had entered a relationship he would not have startled awake from certain sounds. like his nemesors noises of fear. his head was up in seconds and he let out a worried meow. the nemesor's ears were flattened and he dove under obyron's back leg, afraid and trembling. it took some time and calming purrs for him remind his nemesor where they were, and that he was safe as they went over the previous nights events. 'i am here, dear nemesor. the sky is light and we,' he gestured to a sleeping imotekh, then to the somali with his snout, 'are all safe.'

he could feel zandrekh purring softly in attempt to destress. the rumbling of obyron's voice was soothing and he was well practiced in grounding his partner when reality could become frightening. it was slowly coming back… the phaeron's conversation about an uprising of flayed ones… the abrupt appearance of obyron and the damned winter cold that froze his joints. they had warmed him together that night. it was romantic…

as a phaeron imotekh has never allowed himself to indulge in unnecessary things outside the battlefield. and on the battlefield, where a sharp mind was needed and reflexes were what kept him alive. breathing and moving and eating when strength was low, and sleeping only when he knew he was safe - those were neccessary. but when he woke well rested and calm enough to have no need to think upon the problems of yesterday, he realised that he may have actually been relaxed. and comfortable in the company of others. he was not used to this. seeing zandrekh and his… obyron, he remembered now. they were grooming each other and chirping happily. he wasn't jealous…

he let out a yawn, tasting the air. 'later than i imagined…' he mused, made to roll onto his back and stretch his legs when he felt a soft prodding at his side.

'good meowning, my lord. may i be so bold as to ask if i can assist with your pelt?' zandrekh asked, looking much more alert then the night before. was the nemesor always so small? was imotekh's own pelt so unclean and scruffy as to bother such a tiny overlord?? standing up now, the difference in their view was more apparent. he remembered previously when the nemesor had tried to help groom him, and was unable to stop a trill of laughter coming out.

'ah. by yourself i do not recommend trying.' he almost felt bad for discouraging zandrekh's eagerness. but then he saw the handsome shape of obyron approach his partner.

'i can assist my nemesor if you are in need, my phaeron,' the jaguarundi being so close reminded him of obyrons strong paws squishing his back leg as he drooled in his sleep. cute…

now what was he to do with such helpful subjects… in a bold move, imotekh sat up straight and puffed out his chest putting his famous fur on display. zandrekh let out an appreciative noise.

'morning has yet to pass. service me it it pleases you, both.'

the three of them did a better job than when the phaeron had tended to himself, or when he and orikan used to outside of their plotting. since the cryptek sphynx had no fur he was quite terrible with the task.

if imotekh had never fought to the rank of phaeron, he supposed he would've done this with ordinary soldiers he might've called comrades. being a dynast meant comforts like trust or friendship were given up so it was almost pleasant to be cared for, not feared.

after cleaning and stretching and picking some large prey for them to share, the stormlord was stuck, well fed and relaxed against the cave wall, soft belly exposed as zandrekh rubbed against him with delight, and obyron was carefully licking away the blood from his face. they took note of each others facial scars. he gave the vargard a nudge with his nose. 'your back right leg. how bad is it?'

obyron was taken aback, he didn't expect anyone to take notice of yesterdays injury. was his phaeron testing him? the vargard gave his back legs a stretch hoping he didn't wince. the cold was a hinderance when it came to healing. the stormlord looked displeased.

'a minor concern, my lord. it won't affect my efforts, i assure you.' obyron was squashed by zandrekh then, the nemesor standing between the two.

'obyron, why didn't you say so? when was the last time a cryptek gave you a look over?' the vargard went on to explain how he'd been working harder than usual and had little time to look over cuts and scrapes, and even less time to see his overlord.

'these two were so open about their concerns and affections,' imotekh thought, definately not longing for when he had last felt like that.

'the cold brings out insurgents who ignore obvious risks, hoping for easy victories,' the forest cat confirmed. 'but nothing my soldiers can't handle.' he noticed zandrekh perk up at that. the little somali circled obyron, his tail tracing the larger cat as he walked. 'naturally, i will be leading with you in the charge. why, i'd depart for the hills right now if-' he stopped and remembered his frail body. 'well... after some rest i'm sure i'll be as spry as ever.'

the nemesor agreed to spend the nights with imotekh, obyron accompanying him thoughout the day. when the sky was dark and and cold mists were blowing, obyron flanked his partner towards the small cave again. he sat one rock step above while zandrekh took time to climb upwards. he refused all help offered by obyron so the jaguarundi could only offer encouraging chirps and a warm side to lean against. zandrekh saw the imposing figure of imotekh, pacing while his feathery tail swayed slowly, when they arrived. he must have been deep in thought till the somali announced their presence.

'ah, lord imotekh..' the cold night air made his voice tremble a tad. the comforting pressure of obyron next to him helped as they were guided towards his nest, which zandrekh noted now had extra fur and things for comfort.

'nemesor,' imotekh curled around his small body in welcome. 'vargard obyron. i trust that you are well?' he brushed his tail along obyron's side as they settled into a comfortable pile. zandrekh easily relaxed himself as the warmth of two very handsome cats eased his aches. it was near amusing seeing his love and his lord trying to adjust to the same situation all over again, while he was no stranger to a tryst or two in his youth...

'my lord,' obyron started, only after a soft nudge from zandrekh. he was apprehensive but still receptive to being held or… petted? he dipped his head down to avoid his phaeron's weighty gaze, rumbling quietly. zandrekh's purring kept him grounded.

'that we are,' the smaller nemesor stopped to yawn and turned towards obyron's round face, 'forgive me, my friend, but the journey here has tired me out.' he could hardly keep his eyes from closing, the feeling of safety and being lightly squished by his two protectors was heavenly for his frail body.

despite knowing his nemesor was leaving him to the mercy of the stormlord, obyron curled tighter around his small orange body wrapping his tail around too. they always fit together so well. 'rest well, zandrekh,' he murmured his lords name so only the tiniest of pointed ears could hear.

'night, my loves,' zandrekh mumbled, imotekh burrying his nose into the scruff of his neck. the forest cat was content listening to his nemesor's snores and stroking his vargard with his tail. until he realised that obyron was looking at him, warm brown eyes conflicted. that would not do.

'speak your mind, vargard.'

obyron dared not look directly at the stormlord, letting out a nervous warble. it had taken near a year to become accustomed to zandrekh's affections and sincerity. and now his phaeron was charming him - had already enamoured his lord zandrekh - and it was working?! he was so flustered.

'this soldier begs your forgiveness. i… am unaccustomed to such…' he was about to bow his head in shame before being interrupted.

'offering myself to your nemesor is my decision, you should be well aware that under my watch you need only concern yourself with his wellbeing,' his voice was low and he let out an appreciative purr. 'though i would indulge you just as much if desired.'

then obyron did lower his head to his paws. they chirped and trilled back and forth while obyron gathered his thoughts. he rested his head beside zandrekh's and against the stormlord's front, his chest fur hypnotically soft.

'for as long as my lord needs, i will be by your side, my nemesor,' he hoped this would suffice, and was answered with a soft head brushing against his as they curled closer together and drifted off to sleep.

obyron was dreaming. he was curled up and surrounded by warmth. he saw two bright eyes looking up at him, recognising the delicate features of his lord zandrekh. he smiled before he was gently headbutted as the somali tucked his head below obyron's and purr-growled in content. had his lord always been so large though? then a slight feeling of movement prodded against his stomach and he knew exactly what that meant.

'lord zandrekh, you are expecting kits..!' the jaguarundi was elated and fully of the belief they were his. he could feel gentle vibrations as the somali replied into his fur.

'any day now, my love. i know you'll make wonderful fathers..' this made obyron stop and think. and he felt another weight on his back, familliar and extra fluffy. their phaeron, obyron knew. imotekh rumbled with pride, and the feeling was mutual.

'while they will be possible successors of mine, they will always be our progyny first,' the forest cat nuzzled obyrons back, 'and if i could, i'd will it so you could continue my legacy too.' the jaguarundi purred with delight, leaning back to reciprocate his affections. he had to be dreaming knowing there was no way he could be so seduced by his lord without danger, and that his heart belonged only to zandrekh .

maybe in another life it could be so.

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i have too much free time to recover from things so its time for more ooc catcron fics. somehow i keep making multiships but its more fun. maybe someday i can move on to writing necrontyr or people ? §(*￣▽￣*)§

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this ones long but ive got a cat one and a necrontyr au

back when i had to stop drawing i had to start writing my ideas down and made some embarracing long fanfic.

returning home had taken much longer than obyron was comfortable with, it was already dark and his body ached with battle wounds, his paws sore. he was in a somber mood from not seeing his lord in several days and he really hoped he could retreat to his comrades nest undetected and sleep it all off. half walking half limping he made it about halfway through the main forest before he heard growling and someone pounce behind him. the large forest cat that was his phaeron looked frustrated, which was better than angry… usually.

'vanguard obyron, you are to come with me at once,' imotekh demanded, then turned towards his own den, brushing obyron with his overly fluffy tail in his haste. obyron had to squash down his fear and follow to find out what was bothering the stormlord, hoping it wasnt to do with his performance in battle. even the short trek up the rocks to the little cave tired him out, his muscles craving rest. he let out a tired sigh. at the back of the cave his phaeron had already sat down curled tensely around a small orange lump. the small orange lump of his lord zandrekh! the jaguarundi had to restrain himself from running up to his side.

'come here, vanguard. quickly. he needs warmth.' imotekh was impatient, flicking his tail tip. obyron was by his nest in an instant giving zandrekh a cautious sniff. he was shaking but looked up and let out a trill.

'oh… obyron! i am glad to see you,' the smaller cats nose twitched in anticipation of a sneeze and obyron gave him a quick lick. 'nemesor, how can i help you?' obyron asked, his fear completely melted into worry as he gave his lord a quick once-over. zandrekh's fur looked soft and silky as usual and there were no wounds or scent of blood. but he was swatted by his phaerons paw, thankfully without claws.

'stop standing and help me warm him,' imotekh's tone held worry. holding back an apology for what should be a violation of respect and privacy, obyron curled around his lord's other half being unable to avoid pressing against his phaeron as well. 'the winter months dont seem to agree with me anymore im afraid. i've been having a hard time sleeping as of late and' zandrekh began, then paused to lean his smaller head against obyrons thick side, getting a good look at him.

'ah that's better. i wasn't able to let you know i was incapacitated, i'm sure youve been running about ragged. poor dear, i am sorry.' he exchanged a slow blink with obyron and the vanguard nuzzled into his soft fur. there was nothing to forgive. he let out a soothing purr.

'please, my lord. i am here, let me help you. all is well'. obyron disliked hearing zandrekh apologise and he disliked seeing him unwell even more. after a few moments, imotekh took the silence as his time to explain. the past few days he had been seeking the nemesor's council for battles ahead and had found him shivering later that aftenoon. the winter months had just began. the two had managed the day ok but when the sun had set and imotekh knew obyron would be returning, he realised he would require the soldier's help to stop the nemesor from freezing. two large cats were just enough to warm him up.

'the sautekh will not lose another life to the cold. i trust you undertsand my actions as a loyal soldier,' imotekh spoke while avoiding eye contact with obyron, his attention on zandrekh's movements. but obyron was observant as well as obedient and had noticed his restraint at sounding concerned. the vanguard's mind had been occupied with his work and he hadn't any time to notice his lord and phaeron had been spending more time together as of late. should he be worried about another vying for lord zandrekh's affections? he dismisded this thought with a little grumble. any jealousy was irrelevant while his nemesor was with him. the somali cat was now curled up comfortably, protected by the two larger. zandrekh sighed with content.

'cant remember the last time you spoke with my obyron, my lord. this nemesor thanks you for your generosity.' he had a tired lilt to his voice but he was more awake and his eyes were bright. happy. the stormlord couldn't help but let out a purr like rumbling thunder, but softer.

'unnecessary casualties are the fault of poor leadership, and i need you here with me, zandrekh.' the stormlord's voice was far gentler with the somali cat. his gaze drifted to obyron.

'your loyalties are noticed, vanguard. and i value that, too.' imotekh's mannerisms were not cold and formal now but almost like he was speaking with a companion, calmer. obyron was somewhat flustered as he nodded an affirmation, trying not to look into open blue eyes which were on his for just a moment. zandrekh wiggled a bit, trying to find a more confortable position between the two. despite being in the presence of his phaeron as well as his love, he was eager to share some affection with obyron, and the larger cat could never deny his lord what he desired. the smaller body of his fit perfectly between obyron's strong limbs and he blanketed by the stormlords thick fur. he lovingly gave his vanguard's chest fur some licks. obyron had forgotten his tiredness in his current mix of feelings and purred with relief. 'zandrekh…'.

the phaeron turned his head aside intending to give the two some privacy but felt two big paws kneading into his strong back leg. he chirped in curiosity as zandrekh's vanguard had subconciously began a repeating motion from being groomed by his lord. the audacity of this one… the large forest cat gave him a delicate brush of his tail, blinking slowly. nemesor zandrekh's content cat pheromones must be rubbing off on him.

'you…' imotekh let out a frustrated huff. 'may accept your phaeron's grace.' he was so unused to the freedom of affections. it was almost amusing to watch this obyron come to his realisation letting out nervous grumbles and a relieved little sigh. the vanguard's rounded ears pricked up and he very gently leaned into the wonderfully soft grey tail, too bewildered to speak. the small orange-red lump of zandrekh had moved to imotekh's side and he made to start grooming him too. the phaeron curled his front towards him, that task was too difficult for most with his fluffy build.

'lord imotekh..' the nemesor protested, making no attempt to hide the warmth in his meows. the forest cat gave up on any of his uncertanties and nuzzled his face to zandrekh's, rumbling with feelings. by his other side obyron was mindlessly neading shapes into his leg, head pillowed on his long tail.

'rest with us, zandrekh. tomorrow will come and the day will be long. we've no need to rush.' the stormlord's mind was opening up to possibilites of the comfort of these two and it was not unpleasant. the nemesor returned the nuzzles and gave one of his battle scars a caring lick. he dipped his little head and replied,

'yes, my phaeron. with you two keeping the cold at bay i've no fear of waking up shivery and stiff.' zandrekh gave a wink and made himself comfortable between his protectors, making sure obyron was content before drifting off. the vanguard had his eyes closed and was drooling a little. he looked so peaceful. cat sleepy times :3

and the necrontyr one is about zandrek and obyron, who are together. its an au in that there is no biotransferance and imotekh became phaeron much earlier. he's overworked and stressed so zandrekh decides that seducing him is the perfect way to help out. he's planned out the basics with obyron who is on board but nervous. i dont write so its just going to stay an idea but if i could it would get very explicit. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

got zandrekh/obyron/imotekh on the braain

[zalmoxis-the-great]

Please share the cat lore !!!!

releasing these into the wild i need them out of my mind

[redsasexualdisaster]

im always happy to provide 🐈lore! youre right, zandrek would have the prefect nyan, he'd always enounciate his meows and purrs to show how fancy he is, and he always shows up to meetings perfectly groomed [with obyrons help sometimes]. and obyron is always shadowing him, sometimes up a tree, sometimes in the shadows. making sure his tiny nemesor is safe and looking good [cute.]

i know i had to make imotekh a huge tough cat, and when he gets angry he can puff to twice his size. i imagine he'd live in the wild with his dynasty, very much like the warrior cats books [if youve ever read them. kids books about wild cats and drama in their forest clans] orikan and some others he choses became mates so they can have successors to his throne if he dies or dissapears. only the most trusted meowtekh cat can try to pet this giant forest cat.

i wanted to make the tdk cast big cats, maybe because the book made me feel so many emotions. the flayed ones could be the flea-d ones instead and the other necrons just avoid them because of their poor hygiene? and oltyx wants peace between them all but he's also preoccupied enjoying life as a lykoi and playing with yenekh. lysikor is a mysterious criminal, always leaving a hairball at the scene of his latest crime. and zultenekh wants to take djoseras on a long adventure to meet his mum and dynasty.

its midnight again and that means its cat time [ the meowtekh dynasty and the twice dead kitties]

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Ok I opened a word to live react to this fic !!!! This is too good not to get a live reaction !!!

OH  GOSH 1!!! The fluffy tail *smack*

Noooo, he is so tired, so weak, I need to hold him!

( ˶°ㅁ°) !!

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ cuuuuuttteeee

*Paw smack*

/ᐠ > ˕ <マ ₊˚⊹♡ awwwwwwww

Noooo old kitty Zahndrekh

“My Obyron” ♡♡♡♡

/ᐠ ˵> ˕ <˵マฅ fluffy

ฅ^ >ヮ<^₎ ฅ  awww too cute, I will die !!!

THE TAIL ~~~~~!!!!!!!

*sounds of me dying from cuteness overload!*

This was sooooo cute !!!! This is perfect ! I cannot write down every lovely detail, but I want the cute chirp on my tombstone !!!!

got zandrekh/obyron/imotekh on the braain

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oooh i adore szarawr he definately suits those big ears!! and the toebeans 🥰 sanguinius would spoil him rotten i know it.

as for orikan, he probably raised a litter of imeowteks, but the silent king would be too high up in the cat heirarchy. has the purring king ever known love before meeting his human? who knows. vizier mhelob is probably the smallest of the litter, always getting squished by their siblings.

releasing these into the wild i need them out of my mind