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aronlavellan · 4 years

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Gravesbeaks Day Two

Prompt: Preening/Comforting/Cuddling

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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.”

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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!!

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tartlemelodica · 5 years

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GravesBeaks Week Day 5 - AU GravesBeaks

Título: Drink My Blood, Gravesy Serie: DuckTales 2017 Pareja Principal: GravesBeaks = Falcon Graves/Mark Beaks. Clasificación: T Género: Tragedia/Romance

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(Fragmento de un fanfic que elaboré para la imagen, el cual siendo sinceros, tal vez nunca haga)

La gema en el vestido cambio a un azul profundo poniendo en alerta a los presentes. Eso solamente significaba una cosa: Graves estaba ahí con ellos. Ninguno se movió, ni dio objeción alguna cuando el fornido halcón se acercó al altar de mármol para tomar al joven loro africano entre sus brazos. Todos sin excepción, sintieron un temor inmenso que los obligó distanciarse en busca de un lugar seguro, sabían que aunque actuaron por lo que consideraban un bien superior, esto les traería consecuencias inevitables. Su inquietud no era para menos, los malditos cobardes le habían robado la esencia a Beaks hasta casi dejarle seco; el halcón jamás dejaría que se fueran limpios por tal vileza contra el ser que logró ablandarlo hasta el punto desear la perdida de su condición inmortal. Estaban condenados, lo sabían, Graves tendría hasta el fin de los tiempos para hacerles pagar por sus acciones.

—Inmortalízame en tu historia, ¿quieres, Gravesy? —dijo el muchacho sonriéndole con dificultad.

Lágrimas carmesí se deslizaron por el rostro del poderoso ser del inframundo.

—¿Por qué dejaste que te hicieran esto? —inquirió Graves, sintiendo que todo su mundo se colapsaba.

—Era la única manera, jamás hubieras aceptado esto de otra forma —respondió Mark, luchando por mantenerse consciente, su cuerpo se sentía cada vez más pesado—Entiende. No quiero que mueras.

—¡La eternidad sin verte un solo día no valdrá nada! —exclamó el halcón con el alma envuelta en pena.

—Siente mi aroma, lo hará más fácil —expresó el loro, dejando atrás sus inseguridades —Soy tuyo, Gravesy. Toma lo que te pertenece.

—Mark, no — dijo el halcón sollozando.

Ignorando la negativa de su amante, el ave gris inclinó la cabeza en un suave y sensual movimiento; un claro ofrecimiento de su frágil y tentador cuello. Graves le miró atónito, luchando contra la naturaleza de su especie maldita.

—Bebe mi sangre, Gravesy—suplicó el loro consciente de lo que implicaba su petición —Por favor, déjame salvarte.

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Bien, sólo me resta decir que estoy muy feliz porque se repitió el evento, le tengo mucho amor a esta pareja y quería apoyar aunque fuera sólo un día, así que comparto este pequeño aporte del día 5 atrasado.

#gravesbeaksweek #Mark Beaks #Falcon Graves #GravesBeaks #my art #ducktales #ducktales2017 #gravesbeaks week

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aemidaniels · 6 years

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Day 3 - Jealous

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thebirdyboiler · 6 years

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Gravesbeaks Week Day 3 Drabble!

Today’s prompt is protective/jealous! Like yesterday, I wanna give an art shout out to this piece. It was good inspiration, and I need more Mark climbing all over Falcon in my life! I’m humbled by the positive reception to my drabble yesterday and I hope I don’t disappoint with what I’ve got for today! Drabble under the cut!

Irritatingly loud pop music seemed to blast in every direction. Strobe lights flashed all around and made it difficult for Graves to get his bearings. The smell of alcohol was thick in the air, like a damp fog. The falcon had never been to a club before, and this experience only made him determined never to set foot in one again! "Gnngh..." He grumbled, reaching for the shoulder of his employer and boyfriend. The parrot was in the middle of a selfie with a pair of hens Graves had never seen before in his life. The young women exchanged their peep handles for tagging purposes and went about their clubbing with large smiles on their faces.

Beaks turned to regard his bodyguard. "Heey, Gravesy! Sheesh, if you wanted in on some selfie action, you shoulda told me! All I got was your hand!" He wrapped an arm around the other affectionately. Any other time it'd be nice but between being on the job and the awful onslaught of noise and lights all around... Falcon frowned to himself and removed the arm.

"Actually, I was hoping we could leave... I'm beginning to get a headache-"

"Whaaat? Cut this party early and just leave?!" Mark scoffed and leaned against the taller man. Waving a hand in the air dismissively, he grinned up at Graves. "That'd be bad for my image! I'd go from cool guy Mark Beaks to lame nerd Mark who reads books at home! C'mon, maybe you just need a drink or two, you know? To take the edge off! This is supposed to be fun, and you're making it very not fun." His fingers danced their way along Falcon's beak, giving him a little poke to emphasis his words.

Ignoring the urge to nip his boyfriend's fingers, Falcon grimaced. "I don't want a drink. This place probably serves the cheap scotch! Can't we just go home-"

"Ah-bap-bap! Let's stick a pin in it, big guy!" Miming the gesture of literally sticking a pin in the air, Mark gestured to the newest group of fans waiting eagerly for a selfie. "I gotta have some face time with my people! We'll talk about this later, 'kay?" And just like that, the parrot was snapping pictures with the crowd.

Sighing lowly, Falcon made his way to the bar and slid onto one of the cleaner stools. His hand massaged a temple, by now the throbbing in his brain seemed to be timed exactly with the bass drops of the music. Eventually it got to the point that Graves had to use both hands, continuing to rub when something touched his shoulder.

Reacting fast, Graves raised an arm in a judo chop that was about to strike whoever had touched him! There was a startled yelp, and a duck narrowly avoided getting struck upside the face. "Whoa dude!"

Falcon's eyes performed a reconnaissance of the young man who'd touched him. A rainbow tank top, a pair of black shorts, and a skinnier physique. Hm. Probably just a harmless clubber. No threat at all. "Sorry about that. Reflexes." Arm by his side once more, he turned to fully face the timid duck. "Do you need this chair?”

"N-no, no, sorry dude." Taking a deep breath, the duck relaxed when it was clear Graves wasn't going to beat him up. "I just noticed you sitting here all by yourself. And a guy in a suit in a club...kinda stands out." The comment made the falcon a bit self conscious, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hey, it's cool! I kinda like it. It's very...handsome."

"Oh." Such a compliment from someone who wasn’t Mark felt...awkward. Graves was hardly a stranger to being hit on, but he was in a committed relationship now!

"I'm Duncan. If you're not waiting for anybody...maybe I can keep you company? Buy you a drink?" Duncan smiled shyly, brushing his feathered bangs out of his eyes.

"I'm actually here with someone, they're rather busy and we'll be leaving soon anyway." The duck seemed friendly enough, but Falcon would rather nip this right in the bud. Nothing wrong with a stern but gentle refusal.

"Maybe we could exchange numbers or something-?"

"HISSSSSSS!" Before Duncan could hand over his digits, a weight suddenly launched onto Graves from behind and began to hiss like an irritated snake! The bodyguard nearly flipped the offender off of his back before he caught Mark's bright yellow eyes. His pupils were narrowed into small dots, and his arms wrapped tightly around Graves' neck. His legs, the same but around his waist.

"Oh my gosh! Mark Beaks?!" Duncan gasped, immediately starstruck.

Graves became quickly embarrassed by this turn of events. "Mr. Beaks, please control yourself." This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as the parrot's grip only tightened. Not that it was painful for the muscular bird, but it was certainly alarming. Mark was always so mellow and worried about his image. And now here he was, gripping onto Graves as if he might fade away!

"Mr. Beaks, can I have a selfie? My friends won't believe I actually met you-!"

When offered the phone, Mark merely slapped it out of Duncan's hands. The phone fell down onto the floor with a clatter. Duncan stared, mouth agape as if he only just realized that the CEO was upset with him.

"Get lost, loser!" Mark screeched with a seething glare. By now the crowd around them was beginning to take notice of the parrot's histrionics. Falcon spared only a small glance at the duck that had started all of this before he darted for the exit. Camera flashes followed them out, likely getting little else but a shot of their backs as they left.

As shameful as their exit had been, Falcon was relieved to have peace at last. No loud music, and the streetlamps above were amazingly consistent. It had taken several blocks for the parrot to relax. He had settled into holding the other as if he were giving a piggy back ride. Mark's grip slacked and he could feel the parrot's beak was pressed against his neck. Graves decided to take the scenic route back to Beaks' mansion, it was longer but they likely needed the time in order to talk. Though he refused to say a thing, just waiting for the parrot to say something.

"Gravesy, you love me, right?" Finally he spoke, though it wasn't exactly what Graves had been expecting to hear. His voice was muffled and a bit strained.

"What?" Graves glanced over a shoulder, but couldn't find the parrot's eyes as they were buried in the falcon's feathers. "Of course I do. If I didn't, I would have thrown you off by now."

"But...but you were talking to that guy. He was totally hitting on you and you didn't even punch him!" Despite how upset the parrot sounded, the falcon couldn't hold back a soft chuckle. "Don't laugh, it's not funny!" He returned to gripping Graves' jacket as if it were a lifeline.

"Mark, I can decide for myself when punching is necessary. The duck was being friendly. If he made me uncomfortable or crossed a line, I would have 'punched him in the face', as you so crudely put it." The assurance didn't seem to lighten the parrot's mood at all. Frowning to himself, Graves aimed their path for a nearby bench. Once close, he grabbed hold of Mark's arms and slowly pried him off. Eventually he had the other by the nape of his cardigan, and the falcon set him down upon the wooden bench gently.

"Hmph!" Turning his face away like a petulant child, Mark continued to pout even as Falcon joined him on the bench.

This must be serious...he hadn't even seen the other reach for his phone since they'd left the club! With a deep frown set upon his beak, Graves reached for the parrot's hand and gave it a squeeze. "Mark...talk to me. Don't you trust me?" Was this what this was? A trust thing?

The question earned Falcon a peek from Mark. "I trust you, Gravesy, but I don't trust that guy! Or...anyone, really! Don't you know how irresistible you are?" Was the younger man being serious or just trying to stroke Falcon's ego to make him drop it? Either way, it made the older man smirk.

"I can handle guys like him. I may be irresistible, but I can handle myself!" Two could play this game of stroking the egos. Reaching out, Graves pulled the parrot into his lap easily. Aside from a soft gasp, Mark remained quiet. Graves cupped the smaller bird's chin and tilted his face up so they were eye to eye. "Don't you know I'm all your's?"

Finally, he seemed to be getting somewhere. Mark's eyes widened before he surged forward and wrapped his arms around Graves' neck firmly. Their beaks pressed together in a passionate kiss as Mark's fingers began to roam and caress Falcon's feathers. In return, he moved to support the parrot's back, deepening the kiss, Mark’s elated trilling vibrated against the falcon’s chest. The sensation was familiar and welcome.

When their beaks parted, the two were starry-eyed. Mark recovered first, a large grin stretching across his beak. "Okay Graves, you're off the hook~! Make up selfie!" He pressed their cheeks together as he took a commemorative picture to show to all of his followers. Falcon rolled his eyes at the display, inwardly relieved.

"Perfect. Now, how about we head on home, hm?" Those seemed to be the magic words, as Beaks pocketed his phone with a firm nod. He dislodged himself from Falcon's lap and reached his hand out for Graves to grab. With a bit of effort, the parrot helped his boyfriend up off of the bench. Walking hand in hand, Mark leaned into Graves as he mentally calculated ways to track down Duncan's social media profile and ruin him.

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tsuncoon · 3 years

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#Gravesbeaksweek Omg fourth day already!?! Family was the prompt and what a fashionable family they are!! Mark Beaks is obsessed with having them all match (just in case he tipped off the press on where they were headed🤩) always be ready for a photoshoot!

#ducktales #mark beaks #my art #ringtail's art #ducktales 17 #dt17 #falcon graves #gravesbeaks #ringtails art #furry #family #boyd #meme #dt boyd #boyd beaks

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superwolfiestar · 4 years

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Day 3 Wednesday May 20: Future/AU/Free day

🥀 Certain as the sun, rising in the east. Tales as old as time. Song as Old as rhyme. The Falcon and… the Beast… 🥀

@gravesbeaksweek

#ducktales 2017 #mark beaks #falcon graves #gravesbeaks #gravesbeaks 3.0 #gravesbeaks week #beauty and the beast au #au #i finally learn how to draw a frecking background

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honeyfluff-does-art · 5 years

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Gravesbeaks Week Day 7: Surprise

Boyd tries to surprise his dads on their anniversary with a cake! Unfortunately, he’s only really good at making the cake look pretty, not so much taste good. Partly because he used his rockets to actually bake it. I love that last panel fdjhhgkdfj

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nega-aria · 4 years

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All the way down baby 😏

@gravesbeaksweek day 6: Flirty

I don't think this is part of the bodyguard job description. Not that Mark's complaining, but he’s not really sure what to do with these sudden unexpected advances.

Falcon is kinda a lightweight. He doesn't drink much, don't judge him.

#gravesbeaks #mark beaks #falcon graves #ducktales #gravesbeaksweek #gravesbeaksweek 3.0 #my art #just for the record #i'm obsessed with this idea #mark is too virgin for this #he's all talk

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aronlavellan · 4 years

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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.”

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“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.”

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aemidaniels · 6 years

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Day 4 - Free day

I dunno why I did this. Regretted it halfway through.

Still kinda cringe looking at it but its out there now lol

#gravesbeaksweek #gravesbeaks week

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thebirdyboiler · 6 years

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Gravesbeaks Week Day 7 Drabble

I can’t sleep so instead I’m gonna upload my drabble for the last day of Gravesbeaks week! I wanted to do a couple more but time and brain energy got away from me. I’m still proud of what I’ve written, and I’ve had a lot of fun with these prompts! Today’s prompt is Dance with me, fic under the cut!

"Mandatory dance break!" A techno remix began to play over the speakers, signaling for everyone working at Waddle to begin shaking what their mothers gave them! The parrot stood up from his desk, important work forgotten about, as he began to dance with a large grin on his beak. "Woot woot!" Raising his arms high above his own head, the CEO locked eyes with his ever stoic boyfriend and bodyguard, the only other person in his office at the moment. "C'mon, Gravesy! Just put your hands up in the air like you just don't care!" As if to demonstrate, he waved his arms from side to side in a wide arc.

"No need to pretend, because I don’t care. It ruins productivity, and for what? Fun?" Graves' spine was as stiff as steel, arms crossed firmly. His beak lifted up in a small sneer, reminding Mark of when they'd first met during the Project Tah-Dah fiasco. "It's obnoxious."

What a spoil sport. Good thing he was fun to play around with! Smirking to himself, the parrot boogied his way over to Falcon. "Hey, it's great for productivity! Releases tension, the employees get a chance to stretch and move around, gets the creative juices a-flowin'... Maybe you'd be in a better mood if you tried it for once!" Mark winked, shimmying in a circle around Graves.

Craning his neck to keep contact with the parrot's large yellow eyes, the bodyguard raised an eyebrow. "No thanks." The falcon could be a tough nut to crack.

Mark finished his little circle-dance around his boyfriend, finding himself in front of him once again. Brimming with confidence, he trailed a finger along the bottom of Falcon's beak with half-lidded eyes. "Dance with me, Gravesy~?" He trilled in a low coo. Perhaps it was cheating, but it wasn't like he had an issue with such tactics!

The larger bird seized up, feathers ruffling. He stared at the self-assured parrot, almost hating that little smirk. Graves resisted for as long as he could before he finally broke with a harsh sigh. "Bloody hell." Before Mark could enact a victory dance, however, the falcon gave a smirk of his own. "We'll dance, but we're going to dance the proper way!"

"Say what now--eep!" His eyes widened as the burlier bird stepped into his personal space. One hand grasped Mark's own, fingers lacing together. The other hand settled upon the parrot's waist. "I, uh. T-this type of dancing doesn't really f-fit the song!" They stood chest to chest, and Mark blushed when Graves looked at him down the length of his beak.

"Just follow my lead, love." Mark could have sworn the stoic bodyguard actually winked before taking a step forward! The parrot fumbled and grabbed Falcon's shoulder, unsteadily shifting his foot backwards and glancing up for approval. "That's it. One, two," Graves' other leg came forward, a wide space between his feet. Mark tried to mimic his boyfriend's movements. "And three." Both feet pressed together in a normal standing position. "Good! Now we go backwards..." He stepped backwards, allowing Mark to move his foot forwards, and they repeated the steps again.

Now that he felt more comfortable with these steps, the parrot grinned up at his boyfriend as they continued to dance. "I didn't know you could dance! You've been holding out on me!" Mark shifted closer, and it felt like the two were the only people in the world. Graves' little smirk only made his heart pound harder.

Falcon leaned in, beak against the parrot's ear. "I've got many secrets, Mr. Beaks. If you're good, perhaps you will learn all of them." He whispered conspiratorially, eliciting a shiver from Mark. Before things could go any further, Graves stepped away and released his grip on the younger bird. Both arms folded behind his back with a smirk.

"What gives, why'd you stop?" Mark cocked his head, hands still in the air as if holding an invisible dance partner.

The bird of prey lifted a finger towards the speakers, bringing attention to the sudden silence. "Your dance break is over, Mr. Beaks. Time to get back to work."

“Already?!” Arms dropping to his sides lethargically, the parrot leaned his head back with a groan. "Nooooooo... It was just getting good!" Irritated, he nevertheless bounced his way over to Graves and clasped his hands together. He slapped on his best begging eyes, beak pouting pitifully. "Come on, please please please dance with me some more? Pretty please with a cherry on top?"

Graves shook his head stonily. "You have a company to take care of." Another groan, this one more dragged out as Mark stomped his way to the desk and plopped down behind it. Graves watched with a calculating gaze, a hint of a smirk on his beak. "...Tonight, however, perhaps I can give you a dance lesson."

"SCORE!"

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