#Drabur Kryze

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Had a Arasu, Drabur and Korkie thought

BASICALLY Pre, aka the dude who killed Drabur, said that it was impossible to recover Drabur's body (basically to deny Drabur a proper funeral and to leave his body wasting away + to steal the beskar for the DW)

Which means that the armour wasn't able to be recovered by the Kryze Armour that we know is often passed down and forged for the new generation And like That Means that Korkie wouldn't have anything of his father to add to his armour¹

So what does Arasu do? Arasu gives his two vambraces for Korkie's armour The vambraces, one of which used to be Drabur's and was exchanged during the wedding

All so that Korkie would have something of his Father in his armour And so the vambraces were melted down and turned into Korkie's vambraces and Also turned into the beskar heart in the centre (which was the priority, the vambraces were then filled with what remained of both and with bits of beskar from older armours)

So Arasu lost the bit that connected him to his husband's soul - because don't forget! Armour is SUPER important to the Mandos - just so that his son could have a connection with him

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Korkie and his Parents

The human is Drabur Clan Kryze and the Togruta is Arasum "Arasu" Clan Vencoypaan of House Kryze

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Last Day On Mandalore

Summary:

Everyone knows that the Grand Clan Wars officially ended on 39 BBY with a treaty signed between the Old Traditionalists and the New Mandalorians, but they also know that the Grand Clan Wars actual last fight was fought at night in 32BBY.

And the New Mandalorians lost.

Or,

Drabur Kryze's (the oldest child and only son of Late Duke and Mand'alor Adonai of Clan and House Kryze and Late Lady Emira of Clan Ordo and House Kryze, elder brother to the twins Satine and Bo-Katan of Clan and House Kryze) last day alive, spent with his son (Kartay of Clan and House Kryze) and Husband (Arasum 'Arasu' of the Clan Vencoypaan and House Kryze).

A/N:Hope you like it! I will Probably make a post about some random facts about of this fic or something related to this fic.

Words: 3503 words

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Drabur groaned as he woke up, blinking away the sleep that he had just waken up from, wondering what had jumped unto his chest to bring him back to the land of living.

“Bu’bu! Bu’bu!” Came from above him.

And as Drabur’s vision cleared, he saw the offending party, who had decided it was the right time to wake him up from a wonderful dream involving tookas and lollipop-shaped droids.

The offending party, the one who had dared to wake him, was, in fact, his young and very adorable son.

“Good morning, ner kar’ika 1.” Drabur greeted, making sure that his ad’ika didn’t fall off the bed by accident.

“Bu’bu, can we have cake for breakfast?” Kar’ika2 asked him, straight to the point.

“We had cake for lor’vram3 yesterday, we are not eating cake again, especially when there’s no more cake in this house since ruug’tuur4.” The love of his life grumbled from his side on the bed, head hidden under the special pillow made specifically for his montral shape.

(Drabur was allowed to spoil his husband - even if said husband was sometimes too tired to use the presents properly, so leave him alone.)

“But Ara’Buir! It’s cake!” Kar’ika whined, looking at Arasu with big massiff, Kryze patented eyes (well, not really, although if he remembers right his Buir tried to jokingly patent it once and almost got it before backing out).

Not that Arasum saw it.

“Come on, Arasu, just for today.” Drabur said, also making the eyes to his husband.

“Nooooo.” Arasu said, but Drabur already knew he was won over.

“Please Buir5!” Kar’ika begged, moving, so he was on top of his other Buir.

“Pleeeeeeeease!” Kar’ika said, pulling the pillow off his Ara’buir’s face.

A bold move, Drabur noted as he shifted to better look at his son and husband, even if his Kar’ika didn’t know that taking away the pillow from his Buir would be a literal death sentence to anyone else.

(And Drabur wasn’t even kidding on that part, as there was one time when Arasu had thrown the pillow-remover out of a window once when he was awakened.

Although, to be fair, Arasu had been in the middle of a terrible nightmare and hadn’t fully come out of it when he was woken.

And they were on the ground floor.

And Bo-Katan had been fine in the end, barely any scratches even! Just a hard spook for her in the end.)

“Fineeee.” Arasu said, sighing, having become still so that he wouldn’t accidentally take away their son’s balance and make him fall.

“But,” Arasu started to add, “Your Bu’bu won’t eat cake, he needs a strong lor’vram for a mission tonight.”

“You are going away tonight?” Kar’ika asked, frowning as he turned to his other Buir.

“Just for tonight, I will be back nakar’tuur vaar’tur6.” Drabur said, sitting up just so that he could kiss his son’s head.

The almost eight-year-old, however, wasn’t pleased with that if his pout was anything to go by, as Drabur quickly noticed as soon as he pulled away.

His ad’ika always did hate whenever Drabur or Arasu went away on missions, even if only for a few hours and on the other side of Sundari or Kalevala.

Thankfully, this would be the last time that Kar’ika would be upset.

“How about, after I sleep, we can all watch the Kurs’ad Nari7 tomorrow? And we can do it at night, while eating ice cream.” Drabur tried, never being able to stand his son having anything but a happy smile on his cute little face.

“And I can stay up later today and tomorrow?” Kar’ika carefully asked.

“Only tomorrow, and only for 30 minutes after the film ends.” Arasu said from his bed side, head on top of his arms.

Probably looking at them, so to say, via his lekku and montrals.

“But Ara’Buir-!” Kar’ika had started to protest, arms uncrossing at the upsetting statement of his beloved Ara’buir.

“But nothing, that’s final. Now go and dress up, we can go to Me’suum’ika’ika8.” Arasu said.

And that’s all that Kar’ika needed, pout changing into a bright smile.

“Really!?”

“Not if you don’t hurry.” Arasu said, finally looking up and turning so that he could look his son in the eye.

“I’m going! I’m going!” Their ad’ika9 said, quickly getting off the bed and running to the door.

Fast enough that he had tripped and almost fallen, had Drabur moved fast enough.

“Be careful.” Drabur warned his ad, before letting go of the back of the shirt, his son going off in a flash barely after he had.

“You are spoiling him.” Arasu said after the door had closed, having sat up when Kar’ika had tripped, now leaning against Drabur.

“You say I’m spoiling him, yet you were the one to decided to go to Me’suum’ika’ika, the one who sneaks him candy before dinner whenever you think that no one is looking, specially he is looking sad, the one who is planning on ordering pizza for dinner tonight-” Drabur started teasing, only to shut up as Arasu quickly put a finger on his lips and kissed him on his forehead.

“Alright, Alright, we are both spoiling him. I guess then that Satine is the only one hard on him.” Arasu said, leaning back but keeping his left hand on Drabur’s shoulder as he rolled his eyes with a soft, beautiful, smile on his lips.

“Nah, Satine isn’t hard on him, or are you forgetting the time what she tried to do for Kar’ika's sixth birthday party?” Drabur asked, raising an eyebrow.

Arasu merely waved him off at that, shaking his head.

"Your sister hadn't slept in days when that happened, she can be excused for trying to buy an actual castle for Kartay's birthday, even if he still hasn't truly forgiven her for receiving a book when Satine had told him that she was giving him a party in the war castle and an armour built just for him, inspired by the warrior class he was obsessed with." He said, before moving towards the end of the bed and getting up.

"Now come on, we need to dress up quickly before our ad'ika starts complaining that we are taking too long."

And really, the way that Arasu leaning in for a kiss wasn't needed to convince Drabur, but boy he wasn't complai-

“Bu’bu! Ara’bu! I need help getting my top!”

As much as Drabur loved his son (and as much as he loved his husband’s back view), he felt like cursing at being denied a chance to kiss the most beautiful man in the galaxy as he watched Arasu go help their son get dressed (and make sure he didn’t end up looking ridiculous, what with Kar'ika having inherited Drabur’s own colour blindness - there was a reason why all of Drabur’s clothes had the colour or colours used in the pieces stitched in the back. No one wants him to go dressed as if he was mourning justice during a celebration of a bill passing, after all).

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After a very good breakfast - which involved getting Kar'ika to agree to get a healthy drink in exchange for eating a big slice of Mibanese Mud-Slice that he had insisted on sharing with Arasu while Drabur had to eat a toast (his most hated meal), a fruit salad bowl and a sunrise caf (something necessary for his mental stability, just like Satine needed a small cup of ne’tra gal10 or a Port in a Storm every morning to deal with politicians, or how Bo-Katan before she disappeared needed a Paonga Fresca to survive the week) - the small family headed to a nearby park at Drabur’s insistence.

Part of the reason they liked going to this park was because it was there that they met, when Drabur was visiting Sundari and was trying to keep his sisters from being arrested (and/or killed/captured by House Vizsla) while Arasu was merely walking back to his small flat after the public library had politely asked him to leave, as it had been hours since closing time.

(Not Arasu’s fault that they never thought to check the office he was in, he shouldn’t have to be banned for a week because it wasn’t his fault that he got so absorbed with studying.)

Since then, the park had been a special spot for them, and they tried to visit at least once a week if they were on the planet and not on Kalevala, as they usually were.

The park was great for Kar’ika too, as it had had recent modifications to let adike11. play around in a playground just for them while their Buire or caretakers watched over them.

Which was what Drabur and Arasu were doing right now, sitting on a bench as they watched Kar'ika play with his friend from school.

“I could swear it was yesterday that we met.” Drabur softly said, putting an arm around his riduur’s waist and pulling him close.

“Change a few things, and I say we are on our first date.” Arasu said softly back, leaning against his husband as he grabbed Drabur’s free hand, intertwining theirs together.

“Though, maybe without people shooting at us.” Drabur said, leaning in on Arasu’s face, appreciating how beautiful he was as he smiled softly at his husband.

“Yes, maybe without that.” Arasu said, chuckling slightly as he leaned close, almost touching his husband’s face.

And they both leaned closer, their smiling lips almost touching-

And then Kar'ika scream made them pull away, hands instantly moving to their concealed weapons as they got up, ready to attack whoever was hurting and/or scaring their son.

Only to freeze as they realized that their son was screaming in joy, not for nothing else.

Coughing awkwardly and hiding their weapons again, the couple tried to look everywhere but the parents looking at them, who were already used to it.

“We are never telling anyone that this happened.”

“Agree.”

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They stayed in the park for a few more hours - as they had gone there in the middle of the morning - before deciding to leave at noon for lunch.

“How about you go get Kar'ika while I call ahead Sun-Spot to save us a table?” Drabur suggested, still holding Arasu’s hand.

Arasu frowned slightly at that.

“Tranyc Taap12.? The place where we had our second date?” Arasu asked.

“Yes, why, is there a problem?” Drabur asked, slightly concerned.

Sure, it’s where they had their second date, but they had gone there often, like most recently 2 months ago to celebrate Eltern’s birthday.

“No, it’s just- … you have been very nostalgic today, talking about past things, taking us to places we have been to… is there something you want to tell me? Are you having a bad day or…?” Arasu carefully asked, as Drabur was usually not a man to look back on things unless it was on a specific day or on a bad day.

Drabur had opened his mouth to argue, to deny it, but-

-But Arasu was right, he had been nostalgic the whole morning (not even just that morning, what with the other day Satine and him having had talked about their Ado’Buir and how he had slowly stopped being estranged from his children and slowly agreed that Satine was right on how all the fighting was destroying Mandalore) and had been guiding his family through places that had a high emotional importance to them.

“I don’t… I don’t think I’m having a bad day, just that I am remembering a lot today.” Drabur settled on, after a minute of thinking how to answer that, “I promise it was just that.”

“You would tell me if it was something else, right?” Arasu asked, holding Drabur’s hand with his left and cupping his husband’s face with his right.

And suddenly Drabur was reminded of the fact that Arasu’s old best friend, Aja, had killed herself after spending the whole week reminiscing about the past.

Arasu never truly recovered, what with having found the body with Aja’s younger brother Kilan.

And Drabur hated that he reminded his husband of that.

“Of course, you would be the first to know if anything like that pops up in my mind, which I can swear to you on the Manda13. that it hasn’t, ori’haat14.” Drabur said, moving his free hand to hold the one cupping his face as he stared at his husband’s eyes.

His riduur stayed silent for a second, searching Drabur’s face for any lies - and Drabur hated that his riduur had to do that to know that, to know he wasn’t going to lose anyone else that he loved just because he didn’t see the signs soon enough - before nodding, shoulders falling from their high positions (and how did Drabur not notice that) and he let his head fall forward, letting it rest on top of Drabur’s head.

“N'eparavu takisit15.” Arasu murmured, moving his hands so he was holding Drabur close.

“No need, you were reminded of something traumatic, and I’m sorry that happened.” Drabur said, shifting so that he was looking at his husband in the eyes.

“Sti-”

“No, no apology needed, I understand why you asked that, and I’m sorry you felt like asking that, that I made you have to ask that.” Drabur said, cutting Arasu off.

Arasu just smiled at him, not sadly but close.

“What did I do to deserve you?”

“What did I say about stealing my questions?”

Arasu just snorted, shaking his head.

“How about you go and call our ad'ika over, and I'll go and check some restaurants out for us to try?” Drabur suggested, making Arasu nod, rising to his feet before stopping.

“We can go to the Sun-Spot, just call ahead to reserve a table while I call Kartay.” Arasu said, before heading towards the playground, already calling Kar’ika’s nickname (given by his friends that he insisted on everyone - minus his Buire, of course, who had ‘rights’ and could call him Kartay if they wanted to - calling him) to gain his attention.

Drabur merely smiled softly for a second before turning on his comm-unit to call the restaurant.

(And also a little something to make up for his husband after the mission, he is sure Satine wouldn’t mind having Kar’ika over for a night)

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“-and then we fought dragons and-” Kar’ika was recounting from where he was being held up by Arasu as they walked back to their flat, after a very good lunch (and of Drabur trying to kiss his husband but failing every time, either because Kar’ika or because of something else, enough to leave him slightly - only slightly! - frustrated at having yet to receive or give a kiss on the lips from/to his husband).

“And did you fight bravely?” Drabur asked, amused at the same time, as he made sure that the leftovers he was carrying didn’t spill over.

“Of course!” His ad’ika squawked indignantly, as if the whole idea that he hadn't been insulting.

“I’m sure your Bu’bu did not mean to insult you, Kartay.” Arasu said, also amused, shifting slightly his hold on his ad’ika so that he didn’t fall off.

“Your Buir is right, ad’ika.” Drabur said, before adding, “It is no shame to fight while being afraid, after all.”

“It just means that you have to later learn to control your fear, so that you don’t run the risk of letting your fear cloud your thoughts.” Arasu added as Kar’ika ‘ahhh’ed in understanding.

“You will also have to learn how to defend yourself from the other great enemy: Tickling.” Arasu said, just as Drabur opened the door and quickly stepped aside, letting Arasu rush through - quickly taking off his and Kar’ika’s shoes with practised ease, even with an eight-year-old struggling under his arm - and throwing their ad’ika on the couch.

And immediately started to tickle him.

Drabur smiled as he closed the door and removed his shoes, having no need to worry.

“Bu’bu! Help!” Kar’ika said between laughs, extending his hand towards Drabur to try and get him closer to help him.

Of course, that was a mistake as Arasu used that to tickle him under his armpit, making their ad’ika squeak more in joy.

“I think he learned his lesson, Cyar’ika16.” Drabur said, stopping beside them on the couch, arms crossed.

“Mmm, are you sure, ner Cyare17?” Arasu said, clearly amused but stopping nevertheless.

“Yes!” Kar’ika said, out of breath after such an intense ticking season.

“But did you truly learn?” Arasu asked, tickling one of the ad’ika’s feet for a second.

The result was a squealed “Yes!” as Kar’ika moved the foot away.

But not moving away, as he was too tired to even do that.

“Mhmmmm.” Arasu said, moving back, so he was sitting on his knees, hand on his chin - a habit that Kar’ika seemed to have inherited - as if in deep thought.

“Very well, I believe you.” Arasu said, making Kar’ika sigh in relief, only to freeze at what Arasu said next.

“For now.” He said, with a slightly evil smile.

“Don’t be mean.” Drabur said, smiling at his husband and son.

“I am not, being able to withstand tickling is a Very Important lesson.” Arasu jokingly defended himself, putting a hand on his chest - right in the kar’ta symbol on his clothes - to sell it further.

“Of course, of course.” Drabur said, before leaning in and - finally! - kissing his husband for the first time on the day.

“Don’t forget to prepare the paperwork for your meeting with Fenn Rau tomorrow.” Drabur said after a long (and amazing, even though Kar’ika had said ‘Ew!’ and run off to his room after his strength returned) kiss.

“I know, I know, I prepared them yesterday in case I forgot them.” Arasu said, before patting Drabur’s shoulder, “Now go, you need your sleep, I will go make something for you later so that you have clean clothes and something to eat when you wake up.”

Drabur only smiled.

“What would I do without you?”

“Let’s pray neither of us finds out, shall we?” Arasu said, seconds before Kar’ika voice was heard from his room.

“Ara’buir, can you help me get the video-game off the shelf? It's too high!”

“Go, I will go get it for him.” Arasu said, nodding towards the door of their room.

“See you tomorrow.” Drabur promised, stealing one last kiss before heading off to their bedroom, closing the door as he heard the love of his life tell Kar’ika that he was coming.

He had to sleep before his last mission, after all.

After this, he was officially retired.

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04:00 in the morning

“…there was nothing we could do to stop it or to recover the body, I’m sorry for your loss.” Pre Vizsla softly said, sitting on the armchair, “I came here as soon as I got back, knowing that you should hear it first hand.”

Still covered in blood.

In Drabur’s blood.

Arasum… Arasum was numb.

No, not quite numb but…something, so shocked, so horrified that he couldn’t even think.

His husband was dead.

And he hadn’t been there, he had been sleeping, not knowing what was happening.

Had his last thoughts been about their ad’ika? About Arasum himself? About his sisters?

Had he lied to Arasum earlier? Had he purposely let himself be killed because he had lost the will to live-?

Oh Manda, oh Manda, his husband was dead.

Arasum sat there in shock, stunned into silence as Satine started to sob from the other side of the couch, comforted quietly by Pre, who didn’t seem to care that he was getting blood all over the Duchess.

All over the sole leader of the Clan and House of Kryze.

Because Drabur, who had shared the title with Satine and Arasum since the civil war, was dead.

Arasum, who was now a single parent to Kar’ika and may have lost the job he had and thus had nothing to distract himself from the gaping loss he felt in his heart without Drabur or to help sustain his Aliit18.

Arasum was going to be sick.

The sound slowly faded away as Arasum felt tears run down his face.

His riduur was dead.

He was gone, body unable to be recovered.

Dead.

“Ara’Bu? Wha-What’s happening? Is Bu’bu back?” A young voice cut into his thoughts, drawing Arasum out to the real world.

Blinking and shaking Heir Vizsla’s hands (blood covered hands, blood of Drabur, oh Manda-) off, Arasum's tear stained, bloodied and shocked face slowly turned to face his ad’ika, who was holding a mythosaur plushie.

The present from Drabur on Kartay’s eight birthday.

Now the last birthday present that Kartay will ever receive from Drabur.

Because he was dead.

And now, through it all, Arasu realized he hadn’t even thought of something.

How was he going to tell Korkie that his Bu’bu was dead?

Dictionary: My Little Star/Sun/Heart Back Little Star/Sun or Little Heart, which ever you find the cutest. Back Breakfast Back Closes I could get to meaning yesterday Back Gender neutral of Parent, can be used by any gender. From what I know, you are meant to pick the first two or three letters of a person's name and then add "Buir" after, but since Drabur's name is literally Too close to "Dar'Buir" (which is basically what children or anyone calls their biological donor in a sort of 'divorce' with them, declaring them no longer related to them) I decided to go with Bu'Bu to stop anyone from having to do double takes, thinking I wrote "Dar'Buir" instead of "Dra'Buir". Back Tomorrow Morning Back Closest I could get to "Fox's Adventure", and it's meant to be a kids' film Back Closest I could get to little moon Back Affectionate name for a child Back Mandalorian Black Ale. Back Affectionate name for Children Back . Closest I Could get to Sunspot, but the actual meaning is "Sunny Location" Back 1"the collective soul or heaven - the state of being Mandalorian in mind, body and spirit - also supreme, overarching, guardian-like" - On this story, only means Mandalorian Heaven. Back "It's the truth, I swear - no bull." Back Sorry, or in it's literal meaning "I eat my insult" Back "Darling, sweetheart" Back "Beloved, loved, popular" - On this case, all of those meanings. Back Family, clan and house - On this case, all of those meanings. Back

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Drabur Kryze holding baby Korkie

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Ask me about Drabur & Arasu

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They Are Gay Your Honour

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Have Drabur on a call with his husband and his sister while he is away on a mission!

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Someone in a server I'm in pointed out that it seems like Adonai Kryze is Adonai Kryze the first, so I'm taking that as the confirmation that Satine and Bo-Katan have a brother named Adonai the Second, who is Korkie's father.