Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Je T'aime ( Mark x Narcissa )

Mark was struggling to learn French, which really infuriated him.

He was a Harvard graduate in computer science and economics, a Calistola MBA holder, the founder and CEO of Waddle, and a world famous influencer. Yet nothing prepared him to face a screen which instructed him to say some French vocabulary.

He signed himself up for this. After all, he and Narcissa had become an official couple after their first fancy dinner date on a luxury yacht. She comes all the way from Paris, and he was determined to learn French for her.
He was trying to pronounce Bonsoir right, when Narcissa came into his office, wearing a dazzling silver cocktail dress with matching heels, and a diamond necklace around her long neck. It was only then Mark noticed it was already sunset. But then he wanted to surprise his girlfriend, so as soon as he saw Narcissa, he covered his laptop and said ' Salut, mi amor,', trying to say it right, but failed

Narcissa crossed her arms and huffed ' What are you doing?'

' Just trying to deal with my docume-' Mark didn't even finish when Narcissa pushed him aside and inspected his laptop....only to laugh loudly as she saw his French online class account

' Cheri,' Narcissa guffawed ' I love how you try to learn French for me. But we have to delete your online class account because your French is SUPER WRONG.'

' I can speak French,' Mark scoffed ' Bonjour, croissant, aurovoir, hon hon hon.'

Mark's shit eating smirk faded when Narcissa smirked ' Then I dare you to translate this - J'adore les vêtements que votre sœur Chanel a fait parce qu'il est si fabuleux!'

Now Narcissa had her classic ' I can do better ' smirk she wore whenever she managed to prove herself right, while Mark just snorted ' Umm, I speak French, not Italian, honey.'

' Mark,' Narcissa shook her head, ' You literally had a payment free French class, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU.'

She winked at the last sentence, and somehow, her diamonds became even more luminant. Mark sometimes wondered how on Earth did a tech nerd like him somehow stumbled upon this beautiful swan in front of him.

' You mean...' Mark guessed ' The baguette in front of me?'

Narcissa sniggered and blushed.
Mark wasted no time to hold her close in his arms and kissed her cheek, to which she gasped in surprise and Mark raised his eyebrows.

To Mark's surprise, she pushed him down onto his office hair and straddled on his lap, and kissed him hard on the beak. Her black beak tasted like wine and cigarettes, and he noticed that she somehow put on one of his mother's newly invented perfumes - Poison Ivy, it was called. It was on the rave at the fashion market right now, and to be honest, the perfume had the scent of lavenders and dahlias, definitely not what Mark was expecting, but it was amazing nonetheless.

' Je tayme,' Mark whispered as he began nibbling on her long neck

Narcissa sighed and said ' It's Je T'aime, mon petit chou. We really need to be starting from square one. Maybe I have to sue that online company for making you speak French so badly.'

' That,' Mark laughed ' Was a super lit idea. By the way, what does ' mon petit chou' mean?'

Narcissa looked at him straight in the eye and said in a monotone voice ' It means my little cabbage.'

Now Mark started roaring with laughter. ' Why are you calling me a cabbage??' he laughed

' It is a French endearment, cheri!' Narcissa half laughed and half gasped, slapping him on the shoulder

' Ouch,' Mark fake whined ' Now that hurt.'

Narcissa kissed his left elbow and said ' Desole, mon amour. But we should be get going to Hashiri, honey. We had reservations there!'

Aside from high class European and American cuisine, Narcissa also loved sushi, and Mark even decided to treat her this special treat for tonight, since it was Saturday night and Hashiri is one of the best and most high class sushi restaurants in America. Lucky for him, he was wearing a maroon blazer and matching jumper, and dark grey trousers, which was already fit for a fancy dinner anyway.

' Hashiri!' Mark exclaimed, ' Yeah, right! Come on, my lovely! Let's get going!'

Many Waddle employees watched as Mark and Narcissa started giggling like school girls as they held each others' hand as they walked out of the building to board on his limousine. The second the limo started driving, Narcissa started sleeping in Mark's arms. It was then he noticed that she had gold and silver eyeliner on her eyelid. She looked like an angel - even though she had parts of an angel and demon anyway, and he loved it.

Amongst the whispers which came from Waddle employees, one of them sighed. ' Ah, spoiled adults in love, isn't that romantic?'