#markbeaks

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.”

****

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?

WaddleWeek !

Day 2 April 29th: Sleepy ! 

Some sleepy love ♥