Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Late Night Comfort ( Mark x Narcissa )

She should have guessed something was wrong with Mark when he came back to their mansion late one night, his eyes all weary and his shoulders slumped.

Narcissa herself was extremely busy today as well. Today, in preparation for the upcoming Duckburg Fashion Week in June, Ms. Glamour wanted the VOGUE executive board to become the models for the Opening Gala. Luckily for her, the packages of dresses, and her father's collection of designer jewelry arrived just now, and she has to try on the outfits tonight.

Mark Beaks himself always volunteered to critique her choices. And every thing she wears was met with the same enthusiastic exclaims of approval.

' Wow, baby! Turn around! Oh mi gosh! I love it! Man, you look HAWWWTTT!!!'

Blushing at the memories of her boyfriend fawning over her every outfit, Narcissa puts on a designer periwinkle blue gown with a layered tulle skirt that cascaded down like a rippling waterfall, when Mark dragged himself into the bedroom.

' You are home very late, cheri, ' Narcissa called out behind the Sakura patterned paper screen as she fastened the very few buttons at the back of her dress.

' Yeah, yeah, long day.....' Mark grumbled as he fell face flat onto the bed. ' I just need a minute, hon....kay?'

Narcissa guessed correctly that he was off to do something dastardly dumb - like stealing Gizmoduck's latest tech since Waddle's sales are falling this month and Fenton having more likes that Mark, much to Mark's dismay. Luckily for Mark, with Narcissa's business assistance, the sales of Waddle is slowly getting better than the few weeks past.

' Cheri, ' Narcissa called out again, as she wore her silvery glitter heels ' Can you take a look at this dress from Elsa Schiaparelli? I think it is mon preference. '

' Its cool, ' Mark yawned, ' Let's see. '

Narcissa stepped out of the paper screen, her hair in a fashionable low ponytail fastened with a black ribbon, the diamond jewelry accentuating her sapphire blue eyes.

' I wanted to wear the heels with - cheri?' Narcissa's jaws hit the floor as she witnessed Mark's exhausted state, his body lying limply across the duvet sheets, still not changed from his Gucci jumper and jeans.

But when Narcissa came out of the paper screen, Mark lifted his head to properly see his girlfriend.

' Oh baby.....' he sighed dreamily ' You look.....you look wonderful.....'

Then suddenly, a tear escaped one of his golden eyes.

' Mon amour! Qu'est ce qui c'est passé?' Narcissa exclaimed as Mark buried his head in the pillow, trying to contain his tears.

Narcissa unzipped her dress, revealing a form fitting lacy black slip that exposed much of her back. Then she climbed onto their bed as the hand with her ancestral bracelet from Chanel Cygne ( founder of Cygne Couture and her great grandma ) tried to approach a sobbing Mark.

' Mon amour....' Narcissa tried to contain herself. She hates seeing him cry. ' Dites moi. '

Mark then lifted his head up, tears foaming the edges of his eyes.

' You know you are flawless, right?' Mark croaked through his tears.

Narcissa could only smile a little, ' Merci, but no one is flawless' she whispered as one of her thumbs wiped Mark's tears.

' YOU ARE, ' Mark exclaimed as he sat himself up. ' Baby, look at you! First of all, you are GORGEOUS. Like JAW DROPPINGLY GORGEOUS. Secondly, you unexpectedly came into my life and managed to improve Waddle sales especially after my dumb stint with Glomgold ' he gulped a little as he remembered how his mother and sister yelled at him when they found out about that stint a year ago. ' And- and- you are like Oxford level smart, and so talented, and underneath all that badass office vibe, you are the sweetest angel IN THE WORLD. You could have picked anyone else! Gladstone Gander! Anyone in the Featherweights! Fuck, even some casino sugar daddy!' Mark then buried his teary face in Narcissa's chest ' Or Gizmoduck.....'

' Mark, ' Narcissa cupped his cheeks ' Stop self deprecating. You know that I love you. '

' Why?' Mark looked up to her ' Honey, ever since that GIZMO has rumors of him getting that simulation video game, I lost a HUNDRED followers, and then the Waddle sales dropped AGAIN, and- and- Gimzoduck doesnt have to sneak into SOMEONE'S apartment and steal his tech! Everyone adores him. '

Narcissa looked at him with extreme intent ' First of all, you dont have to STEAL someone else's tech to boost Waddle sales. ' Sighing, Narcissa checked on her tone of voice before continuing ' Secondly, you dont need the whole world to love you. '

' Yeah, yeah, I get it, ' Mark sighed as he cradled Narcissa in his arms ' I dont need everyone - I just need you. But.....why'd you like me? Is it cuz I'm rich? That my sister is one of your BFFs? That I was one of the top students in Harvard? Or is it cuz my mom-'

Narcissa put a finger in his beak to quiet him, then hugged him tight ' NONE OF THE ABOVE. One of the countless reasons that I love you is because you always make me feel better. When I was on the verge of tearing my hair out, I know you'd be there. When I'm scared, you are the bravest man I know. When you act goofy, you make me laugh. When you ramble to me about quantum physics, computer tech, or any of the stuff that I'm not too familiar about, I cant help but kiss you. And when we dance....' Narcissa giggled as she nuzzled herself in his chest ' I fall in love with you just like the first time, over and over again. '

Mark could only blink ' Wow..that is....A LOT of reasons. '

' I have more, mon chou, ' Narcissa sassed back.

' That's good for now, baby, ' Mark wrapped his arms around Narcissa, actually grateful that his girlfriend is there for him in his toughest, lowest moments.

Mark has a history of formerly dating a handful of other people. Some fell apart because it didn't work out, others only wanted his money or his resources.

But not Narcissa. Sure, they had an embarrassing start when they first met. But during their conversing stage, Mark began to like her more and more - she is an overly achieving career woman with a white hot temper and a manipulative streak when needed. But she was also sweet, forthright and smart as hell. Mark always wondered what has he done to deserve such a gorgeous swan, who is now buried in his arms.

' You think I would be happier with Scrooge's dumb diva nephew?' Narcissa guffawed ' Tu est un idiote, Marcus Salvatore Beaks, '

' I just wanna know you feel billions bucks, just like when I feel with you, ' Mark chuckled and leaned in closer ' And you know what, hon?'

' Quoi?'

' You look spicy in that dress too, ' Mark whispered into Narcissa's ear.

' MARK, YOU NAUGHTY BOY!' Narcissa blushed and giggled as she slapped Mark's chest ' I AM NOT WEARING THIS TO THE FASHION WEEK!'

' No, no, no, ' Mark guffawed and kissed Narcissa on the beak ' I know. I'm the only one who gets to see this. Alone. '

Narcissa straddled him on his lap, her ponytail loosened into wavy platinum blonde hair that framed her face ' And you are the only one that I want to see ' Narcissa giggled before slipping forward to kiss him.

Soft jazz music played as they commenced their make out session, the subjects of how to improve the yet again dropped sales scheduled to be discussed the next morning.