#who needs sleep when you have Gravesbeaks?

[aronlavellan]

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.”

#gravesbeaksweek #falcongraves #markbeaks #ducktales2017

[nega-aria]

gravesbeaks 🎁- opening/wrapping presents

Story time!

“My True Love Gave to Me”

Rating: SFW

Characters:  MarkBeaks and Falcon Graves

Pairing: Mark/Falcon

It was Christmas morning, chilled and bathed in brilliantdawn. It was filled with the excitement of millions of children (and more than afew adults) which swept through the air like the very manifestation of theseason. Falcon yawned for the fifteenth time in so many minutes, teacupquivering slightly in his hand as the full-body intake of air shook his core. Gettingup early was getting easier—or so he kept telling himself—but it wasn’t thesmoothest of transitions, and even after working for Mark for well over a year,he still wasn’t quite accustomed to keeping a more normal sleep schedule. Beingawake before the sun on a day he was supposed to have off wasn’t exactly hisidea of a good time, but watching Mark launch himself excitedly into the massivepresent pile certainly made it worth the effort.  

The two were now settled on the floor beside the tree, Markplowing through the last of his presents like they would disintegrate if hedidn’t finish as quickly as possible. Falcon moved at a more leisurely pace, sippinghis tea and grumbling under his breath at the offering in his lap. Its wrap jobwas the tape and paper equivalent of Fort Knox, and it even rained goldenglitter every time Falcon so much as looked at it. The local prized Roomba hadbeen set free to help alleviate the inevitable bedazzle blizzard that resultedfrom any Christmas spent opening a Mark Beak’s brand gift and it was nownudging against Falcon’s leg in an attempt to reach the latest glitzycontamination. It received nothing in return for its diligence save for adismissive shoo, but it twirled obediently in its tracks and wandered off towho knows where. Falcon rolled his eyes at the others roving around in thedistance. Mark treated the damn things like pets, and it was usually more of anuisance than a benefit, but it was pretty hard to be annoyed at the littlerobotic party crashers when Mark currently looked so adorably excited to betearing into his presents. It was hard to know what to get for someone whoalready spoiled himself rotten on a daily basis, but he always seemed to loveeverything Falcon got him no matter how simple, and that was far more enamoringthat Falcon would admit.

Falcon returned his attention to the gift which he had onlybarely started opening. One certainly had to be sufficiently motivated toactually get into a present from Mark. He wrapped so few of them, but when hedid it practically required a buzz saw to break through the 50 layers ofpacking tape. Something about that made Falcon very happy though. Sure, Mark’sversion of gift wrapping involved more pandemonium than tactful beauty, but heonly wrapped the most special of presents, the ones he was particularlysentimental about, and it warmed Falcon’s heart to know that his boyfriendwould even go through the effort for him.

A soft smile spread across Falcon’s face as he paused toappreciate the box in his lap. Just the act of holding it had left his pantspainted in soft sheen of golden glitter, and rather than bothering to even usea gift tag Mark had written boldly across the paper that it was “to hisGravesy” and accented it with a heart slathered in an even more abrasive shadeof irritating sparkles. It was laughably large and barely intelligible writing,but it put a smile on Falcon’s face nonetheless. He ran his thumb along that iridescentheart, ignoring the hot pink specks now infecting his feathers. He traced everyseam on the package and every inch of ribbon that was wrapped around it asthough he could feel the love that had gone into every piece of that package.That faint smiled widened as Falcon lost himself in the significance of thatsimple conglomeration of paper and bows.

“You gonna open that gift, Gravesy or ya just gonna fondleit all night?” Mark questioned. “I’m getting a little jealous over here.”

This present really must be something special, Falconthought to himself. He hadn’t noticed before, but Mark was watching with anunusual amount of intensity, even gnawing at his beak in a way that hinted atthe particular importance of this gift. It enticed Falcon’s desire to tease, hisfingers slowing their pace to a crawl as he lazily pulled the smallest bit oftape from the package. He glanced up with coyly lidded eyes and a naughtysmirk. “Just savoring the moment, boss,” he said. “After all, you went through so much trouble to wrap it just for me.”

Mark’s mouth pursed and his feathers fluffed as he poutedimpatiently. “Yeah, I know I rock. Now open it already! You’re killin’ me.”

Falcon chuckled. “Can’t have that, now can we?”

Falcon gave the last of the tape a firm yank to finally freethe overly adorned box.  He cocked a browat the mound of tissue paper that sprung out when the lid was removed. Falconresisted the urge to groan at yet more superfluous packaging, digging throughthe sea of paper with all the patience he could muster. It was an absurdlylarge parcel for the small gift he eventually discovered, but the many layersof colorful, gleaming padding that cushioned it spoke of what a treasure ittruly was, and it instantly stopped Falcon in his tracks. Alongside abeautifully framed picture of them on their first official date was a boxcontaining two matching golden rings. They sparkled with the reflection of athousand Christmas lights, and looked more gorgeous than every shining baublein Mark’s large home combined. The difference in size between them made theirrespective owners very clear, and they had Falcon aiming wide and questioningeyes at his partner.

The faintest of blushes had spread across Mark’s face, hisbeak lightly smiling but his eyes cast to the side and showing hints ofinsecurity as he pushed his index fingers together. “I-I know you haven’t beensuper stoked on all my proposals lately, and you’re not ready for marriage orwhatever, but I thought...that is…umm…promise ring?”

Falcon tilted his head inquisitively. It wasn’t often thathe saw Mark so lost for words; he wasn’t doing much better himself at themoment, but fear of marriage aside, the idea of promising himself to Mark andvice versa thrilled him in a way he didn’t understand. Nope, he didn’tunderstand it one bit, but he liked it, and the wide grin on his face said allthat needed saying without him ever uttering a word. He leaned over just enoughto grab Mark and yank him into his lap, Mark’s blush growing along with hissmile as Falcon slipped the smaller of the two rings onto his finger. The otherring quickly followed suit, Falcon smirking down in satisfaction at the simplegold ring nestled perfectly on his finger.

“I love it,” Falcon said. “And I love you,” he added in awhisper as he gently preened Mark’s cheek.

Mark trilled at the attention just as Falcon had hoped hewould. “Love you too, big guy,” he answered as he snuggled further into hisboyfriend’s arms. “Merry Christmas, Falcon.”

“Merry Christmas, love.”

#ducktales #mark beaks #falcon graves #gravesbeaks #my stories #requests #it's the fifth day of xmas #so of course had to sneak some golden rings in there #dt17 #duckverse #merry christmas! #Anonymous

[duckverse-imaginations-archived]

For the ship questions how about GravesBeaks (Falcon x Mark)

My day is getting better recently got obsessed with this ship number two of my three otps and one of the reasons for why requested this so im pretty hyped. Definitely can say you and nega-aria are the reason I love this couple so much

(Please someone request Drakepad so I can have all three now) 

~Mark Beaks x Flacon Graves~

●Who is the most affectionate?

Mark would be just cause his whole life is open to the world. so a lot of his affection is from his posts

•Big spoon/Little spoon?

Mark's the little spoon cause falcon feels hes safe and hes dead set on protecting mark always 

•Most common argument?

Mark using flacon as distractions for why hes not working, or Flacon wanting Mark to not use his phone when they are eating together 

•Favorite non-sexual activity?

Mark watching Flacon beat someone up 

Or spending time with boyd 

•Who is most likely to carry the other?

Mark loves to be carried by Flacon hed get rid of his hoverboard if flacon would carry him everywhere 

•What is their favorite feature of their partner’s?

Flacon loves Mark's red tail feathers 

Mark loves Flacons accent 

•What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other?

Mark actually working cause he wants to impress flacon 

Flacon letting his walls down a bit 

•Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

I'm ruined I cant see flacon calling mark anything but his good boy 

Mark definitely uses his best attempt of a British accent and calls flacon love or Gravesy

•Who worries the most?

Cause i like the idea of flacon being Mark's body graud, flacon worries about Mark the most and probs over reacts at times 

•Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Flacon has a good memory so he know Mark's orders but mark also has memorized Flacons. sometimes hell mock it and thats how he got it memorized 

•Who tops?

Flacon obviously tops, even if mark takes the top at times he'll eventually end up on the bottom cause flacon cant control himself 

•Who initiates kisses?

Mark if he had it his way makes out would be often 

•Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Despite his looks flacon actually likes to hold Mark's hand when ever he can 

•Who kisses the hardest?

You know I'd say both of them do they just can't help it 

•Who wakes up first?

Flacon is a prompt and professional man so him of course 

•Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Mark cause he wants to bury himself in flacons warmth 

•Who says I love you first?

Mm I can see this going either way but for the sake of this Mark. Hes more in touch with what he feels for Flacon where Flacon is more reserved and tried denying it 

•Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?)

Flacon 

Mark, I think you get take out too often at the office so I researched a good meal choice that can easily be eaten at a desk. And if you try to use that as an excuse I made sure it can be eaten with one hand. I also made sure someone will be standing by you to make sure you eat it. That's me. 

•Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first?

Mark seems more likely to be in contact with his family and of course the whole world knows hes dating flacon 

•What do their family/friends think of their relationship?

His family will probably warm up to flacon after awhile. And the internet thinks it's cute 

•Who is more likely to start dancing with the other?

I can see Mark grabbing Flacon and starting to dance with him. After some coaxing with neck grooming Flacon givens in and no matter what the music is turns it into a slow dance 

•Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

I dont see Mark being able to cook, but I'm sure Flacon can and Mark thinks his food is the best 

•Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Mark always tags them in his pictures with flacon even. 

•Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Flacon definitely dose along with using Mark's nickname cause Mark cant resist that voice 

•Who needs more assurance?

This could be more based on context since Mark has the air of overconfidence and Flacon comes off as stone soild. They both have their baggage 

•What would be their theme song?

Count on me by burno mars 

(Cause grenade chorus is the only part that fit and this is cheesy enough for mark and flacon to enjoy) 

Edit

Ture love by p!nk (cause I just came across it on a amv after posting this.)

•Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Flacon would

•What do they do when they’re away from each other?

With the concept of Flacon working for Mark's being apart isnt something that happens often, but Mark probably goes to parties where he talks about Flacon the whole time. Cause he got board and drank a lot.

Flacon may just sit alone and get some reading done

Oh god hmm Flacon being Mark's body graud keeps him from admitting how he feels and often he ends up rejecting Mark which hurts mark because his feelings for flacon are real and he just wants him to see that 

 •one headcanon about this OTP that breaks your heart

•one headcanon about this OTP that mends it

That Mark would make it known how hes actually feeling and Flacon wont be able to deny his feelings and tell him how he really feels too

#ducktales2017 #ducktales head cannons #mark beaks ducktales #flacon graves #mark x flacon #flacon graves ducktales #headcannon romance #gravesbeaks