Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Sisters' Facetime

Narcissa looked over the suitcases that she and Mark had packed for the evening. She, Mark, Ms. Glamour and Chanel are invited to partake the Paris Fashion Week Gala, and she could never be more excited. She can introduce her beloved to her family, the French cultures and maybe even buy some expensive French lingerie...

Sighing, Narcissa gazed lovingly at her diamond collections, the ones that her Russian mother gifted to her before she departed for America. Diamond had always been her first love - she fell in love with diamonds ever since she saw how elegantly her mother and her female relatives had worn on their slender necks. Her social media fans even lovingly called her ' Queen of Diamonds', and she was deeply touched.

Mark is currently taking a shower, and Narcissa saw a Skype invited from none other than her younger sister Vivienne, a raven haired trumpeter swan who is a final year student in Oxford. Smiling, she answered the phone call.

Apparently it was dawn in Oxford when Vivienne called, which surprised Narcissa. ' Ma grande soeur!' Vivienne exclaimed as soon as Narcissa answered the call. ' Je te manque?'

' Bien sur, Vivi!' Narcissa guffawed ' It has been years since I had stepped foot to France. Mon dieu, suddenly I missed the French pastries....'

Vivienne guffawed ' Je sais, je sais. You have become France's social media star, one of the world's most buzzworthy socialites, and you and Mark are social media's supercouple. Me, I'm still a rising designer following Papa's footsteps...'

Narcissa roared with laughter. ' Ma chere soeur, don't feel terrible. There will come a time that you will shine on your own.'

' How are you two in the bedroom?' Vivienne teased ' You NEVER shut up about him, especially the kinky parts.'
Narcissa laughed loudly, when Mark, who had just finished his shower, entered the screen.

' Aha! Maintenant, le mousquetaire de la princesse est arrivé!' Vivienne teased.

Mark, who was still learning French, asked Narcissa ' Honey, what did she say?'

Narcissa said ' She said that you and I are the classic musketeer/ princess pairing. She is tres mignon.'

' How can I blame her when you are treated like a queen by my Waddle staff?' Mark laughed and kissed Narcissa on the neck, to which Narcissa giggled and blushed and Vivienne sighed and rolled her eyes.

' Ah, l'amour est si beau. Have you two packed?' Vivienne asked.

' Mais oui, petite soeur!' Narcissa explained

' Cissy and I spent the past few hours packing,' Mark explained, ' She particularly INSISTS on bringing some of her diamonds with her.'

' I'm not surprised,' Vivienne yawned, taking a sip from her coffee. ' She wears diamonds in everything ever since she was 11.'

' Really?' Mark raised an eyebrow and teased Narcissa.

' It is true,' Narcissa smirked ' Mais, Vivi has her own favorite jewelry. She plays with mama's pearl accessories since she can crawl.'

' HEY! I DO NOT DO THAT!' Vivienne scoffed.

' WAIT TILL I SHOW OUR CHILDHOOD PICS TO MARK AND CHANEL!' Narcissa taunted.

Vivienne facepalmed and yawned. ' Oh, it is getting late where you are, no? I shouldn't interfere with whatever business you and votre epouse will be doing....'

' VIVI!! LA FERME!' Narcissa roared, earning a laugh from her younger sister

' Bien, I will be hanging up now. I simply cannot miss the early morning orders from my new clients,' Vivienne sighed ' I will be seeing you all soon! Au revoir!'

' Au revoir, petit soeur!' Narcissa giggled.

When Narcissa hung up, Mark remarked. ' You two really are polar opposites. How you two even got along?'

' Oh, please,' Narcissa giggled as the two started getting comfortable under the covers. ' There are so many people different from us. We must, as my papa said - Choisissez nos camarades de combat à bon escient.'

' Lemme guess,' Mark smirked his shit eating smirk. ' Choose....our....comrades....wisely?'

Narcissa gasped and kissed her boyfriend all over his face. ' C'est correct! You are tres intelligent! How did you know?'

' That comes with having a great French teacher, really,' Mark smirked and kissed Narcissa on the lips.

They made out lazily on the bed, until Mark decided to turn off all the nights and kiss his girlfriend goodnight. Narcissa purred and snuggled into his arms, and the two drifted into dreamland the whole night.