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Gravesbeaks Day Two
Prompt: Preening/Comforting/Cuddling
Word Count:
Ship(s): GravesBeaks
Character(s): Mark Beaks, Falcon Graves, Boyd Beaks.
Rating: SFW
Warning(s): Mentions of child abuse (not explicit)
Going to Tokyolk was originally intended as a business trip for Mark to internationally expand Waddle’s business because, as Mark put it, if Glomgold can be as popular as Sailor Loon, then he would blow the city up.
Boyd’s immediate excitement for Mark’s trip sparked a brainstorm. Although he was excited for the photo opportunities in Tokyolk, two weeks from his husband and son sounded like torture, and he couldn’t really be expected to travel abroad without his personal bodyguard.
Glancing up from the guide book that had been shoved into his face, Falcon raised an eyebrow. “Should we schedule some kind of tour?”
“Bleh... No way, Gravesy! This is our vacation! We can’t have the same tour as everyone else! We need to experience Tokyolk, not schedule it! Boyd is gonna love this!!” Mark exclaimed, practically bouncing on his knees on their mattress.
“Of course, he will.” Falcon had to admire how excited Mark was for this family vacation. He hadn’t touched his phone since he first introduced the idea to him. However, there was still one concerning matter. The raptor sat up straighter against the headboard. “Neither of us speak Japanese, Mark. I doubt that you can drag your translator along with us everywhere.”
Mark grinned with that look that Falcon had long learned not to ignore. He jumped from the bed, and in two strides, he was at the small desk, where he worked during restless nights. He rummaged in a drawer until he found a very familiar tablet.
“We might not, but maybe our kid does. Didn’t it ever strike you funny that Boyd’s schematics were written in a mix of English and Japanese?”
Falcon crossed his arms over his chest. “The thought has crossed my mind. Along with that entanglement of programming.”
“Right and that teeeny tiny trademark imprint just above his charge USB port-“
“That you spent an hour buffing out. What of it?” Falcon asked defensively.
The raptor shuddered to think of what life their son must’ve had before Mark had found him in the scrap yard. His soft grey feathers had been filthy with soot and grime, and there had been a sizable dent in his cranium like he had been struck. It had taken Mark hours to repair the cosmetic damage, and the ominous mix of schematics and memory files had forced Mark to perform a complete manufacture restart. With the repairs came new programming based on the saner files of the original schematics, and what came of it was their definitely real boy with no memory of his past.
Boyd had just been tossed out like garbage without any consideration of his value as an individual. It hit too close to home, and Falcon did not want his son to relive that hurt even by accident.
Mark lowered the tablet with a concerned frown. “Hey. I didn’t mean to make this into a thing. I just kinda wanted to know why our kid has laser eyes and rocket feet.”
“So long as he doesn’t burn holes through the walls or tear through the roof and hurt himself, I don’t care,” Falcon stated firmly.
Mark nodded and shifted to sit on his bent knees by his husband. Falcon was stiff, talking about his childhood stiff, and Mark did not want him reliving the horrible things his father had said to him.
“So we’ll leave the mysteries and adventures to the McScroogies,” Mark dismissed, leaning forward to preen the feathers of Falcon’s neck. He felt his husband start to relax and took care to give each tawny feather attention. “We’ll stick to touring temples and Tokyolk Tower.”
Falcon let himself relax. “That sounds like a good idea.”
“You want Boyd to cuddle with us tonight?” Mark asked. “He should be almost fully charged.”
Falcon huffed our a sigh. “Yes.”
“Do you.... Do you still want to go to Tokyolk with me?”
“Do you think Boyd and I want to be left behind for two weeks? Of course, I still want us to enjoy a family vacation.”
“Cool, cool,” Mark chuckled, standing from the bed to fetch their son. “We’ll have a good time, promise.”
****
They do have fun despite a mild misunderstanding.... understatement of the year.
Sneak Peek for a future fic.
Huey: You stole another one of Gyro’s inventions!?!
Mark: The term you’re looking for is “refurbished”! And it’s not stealing when Scrooge’s mad scientist tossed Boyd to the trash!
Gyro: Boyd? What did you come with for that acronym? Beaks Optimistic Youth Droid?
Falcon: *seething* He was named after Marcus’s father!!
War for Genius - 29.- Feelings collapsing (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/dGtFfmge79 Mark Beaks is impressed with Huey and his ability to solve the Gizmoduck costume problem, so he wants the little duck to work for him. At any cost. This is a translation from the original story, and I want to thank EmPro8 who helped me editing this translation.
Gravesbeaks Week Day 1: First/ Surprise
This is my first Gravesbeaks fic. This is pre-relationship and set immediately after “Louie’s Eleven”. I hope you enjoy.
This was a first.
No, Falcon Graves corrected himself with a grimace. This was the second failure in his formally spotless career. The second failure caused by those insufferable Mark Beaks and Dewey Duck.
This was just the first time that he had ever found himself in a holding cell. He leaned back against the cold cinderblock wall with a huff. It would be fine. All he had to do was wait for his phone call and have his funds transferred to pay the bail. Staged robbery and mercenaries aside, all the Duckburg police could charge him with was the attempt of robbing a cellular phone.
The bail would be low considering, and once he was released, he’d disappear and leave Duckburg and its insane billionaires and their families for good.
The holding cell door creaked open, and Officer Cabrera appeared with an irritated glare aimed in his direction.
“Officer.”
“Let’s go, Graves,” she ordered.
“I am allowed a phone call. Any other business we have can wait until afterwards when my attorney arrives.”
The officer’s frown morphed into a scowl as she unlocked and opened the cell door. “Your bail’s been paid. Collect your belongings and go,” she said before turning from him and muttering in Spanish.
Falcon arched his eyebrow in confusion. How could his bail be paid? He had not made his phone call to have the funds transferred, and he had no family or associates in Duckburg to know he was in trouble with the law. His suspicion rose, but he stood and exited the cell without argument.
The saboteur followed the irritated police woman out of the cell block, and as he signed for and collected his personal belongings, he was already planning on how quickly he could follow through with his plan to relocate from Duckburg.
He had entered the front office when he spotted the crux of his existence standing in the middle of the lobby and tapping away at his phone.
“No... No!”
“Gravesy!!” Mark Beaks exclaimed cheerfully before turning back to his phone with an eye roll. “Jeez, took you long enough. I’ve only been standing here for like twenty minutes.”
Falcon felt his blood pressure rising. “Why are you here?”
“Duh, I’m here to post bail for my favorite jailbird.” He peered up from his phone when he was met with silence, and the grey parrot rolled his eyes with a scoff. “You can’t still be mad. Come on. I’ve got the car waiting, and we need to talk.”
Mark’s eyes darted past Falcon, and the professional thief spotted Officer Cabrera filling out paperwork at a nearby desk. He saw her eye flick at them and knew that she was listening.
“Fine.”
****
“I don’t get why you’re still mad,” Mark stated once they were in the Waddle company limo and drove away from the police station.
“Why shouldn’t I be mad? I was only used, yet again, as a pawn for one of your fraudulent schemes.”
“If you want to run the risk of accepting anonymous jobs, that’s your fault, Gravesy. Besides, we make a great team!”
Falcon’s eye twitched, and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth until his jaw ached. “No, I’m made into a fool, and you profit from it.”
Mark paused in his tapping as he recounted the evening’s events and the TaDa plan. “I... fell from the Waddle building roof during the TaDa scheme.”
“Correction. You leapt from the roof to catch your phone and landed on a trampoline,” Falcon deadpanned. “I lost millions.”
“Well, I had to stay through my mom’s boring party-“
“I. Was. Arrested.”
“Okay. Okay. Okay! I get it!” The parrot pocketed his phone and clasped his hands in his lap. “Real talk. My mom wants to strike a deal with you.”
These parrots were going to be the death of him. “A deal?”
Mark glanced to the side. “Mom’s dropping the charges against you and your associates.”
That suspicious instinct went on red alert, and Falcon narrowed his eyes. “Ms. Glamour didn’t strike me as the forgiving sort.”
“Well, there’s a small condition.”
And there it was.
“She’ll drop the charges against you if you agree to be my bodyguard.”
“Your what?” he hissed. “Why would I agree to that?”
“Chances of facing ten to fifteen in prison.”
“For stealing a cellular phone?”
“Dude, you hired armed mercenaries. I mean, yeah, I hired you to steal Mom’s phone, but I just thought you’d snatch it from her bureau while she was sleeping.”
Falcon growled under his breath and thread his fingers through his pepper and salt feathers. He noticed Mark’s fingers fidgeting in his lap. A tick from phone withdrawals already, but he had billionaire’s full attention for once.
“She realizes that I tried to throw you from your building’s roof once, yes?”
Mark shrugged. “She said you might rub off on me, good habits or whatever, and she figured that if the guy who wanted to throw me off of building had to protect my tail feathers, that was paychological punishment enough. Besides, if you’re my bodyguard, you’ll be kept in the know and, you know, kept out of prison, just a little reminder.”
Falcon hummed and contemplated his options, which were realistically nonexistent. He didn’t plan on spending any time in jail, but changing his identity and going on the run were so limiting. Fugitive life or Mark Beaks.
He glared at the parrot. “No tricks.”
Mark grinned. “So it’s a deal?”
“Some would call this blackmail, but... Deal. For goodness sakes, just pick up your phone.”
“Yes! Hashtag Bodyguard Bestie!” Mark exclaimed, posting his status update. “We’re gonna make a great team, Gravesy!”
Falcon Graves, former professional business saboteur, leaned back in his seat. It looked like Duckburg and its most annoying billionaire had more use for him yet.
“We’ll see.”
War for Genius - 33.- A promise under the stars (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/RWHZt9yuQab Mark Beaks is impressed with Huey and his ability to solve the Gizmoduck costume problem, so he wants the little duck to work for him. At any cost. This is a translation from the original story, and I want to thank EmPro8 who helped me editing this translation.
War for Genius - 25.-Reunited at last... wait what? (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/rdU2Crcml9 Mark Beaks is impressed with Huey and his ability to solve the Gizmoduck costume problem, so he wants the little duck to work for him. At any cost. This is a translation from the original story, and I want to thank EmPro8 who helped me editing this translation.
War for Genius - 21.- Almost there (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/Dn8oWPHeB8 Mark Beaks is impressed with Huey and his ability to solve the Gizmoduck costume problem, so he wants the little duck to work for him. At any cost. This is a translation from the original story, and I want to thank EmPro8 who helped me editing this translation.
War for Genius - 10.- Relations and news (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/lMQM3bjNw6 Mark Beaks is impressed with Huey and his ability to solve the Gizmoduck costume problem, so he wants the little duck to work for him. At any cost. This is a translation from the original story, and I want to thank EmPro8 who helped me editing this translation.