Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

Falling for you ( Mark x Narcissa )

It is the same night after Donald and Daisy was official.

Narcissa sighed as she stripped down to nothing and climbed onto the silky covers in her lavender scented bedroom in her very chic, Parisian inspired house in a fancy neighbourhood. Looking at the photos of Mark on his Instaquack, and the teasing texts they had sent to each other, Narcissa sighed. That guy might be quite the pain when she first met him - she blushed a little at that semi awkward encounter at his Waddle office. But as they spent some time talking and their business meetings, she felt that underneath all that likes and hashtags, she found him sweet, funny, not to mention massively charming.

She turned on some jazz music when a facetime offer came from none other than Mark Beaks himself. Narcissa felt her swan feathers flutter as she answered the call. Mark looked as if he didnt have enough sleep. As soon as she responded the facetime offer, Mark's eyes widened at her bare shoulders which was the only thing seen in her duvet covered form.

' Cissy....' he blushed fiercely ' Are you really wearing nothing??'

' Non, ' Narcissa guffawed, showing off her diamond earrings. ' Just my great great aunt's Chanel Cygne No. 5 perfume. C'est tot. What is Mr. Handsome doing??'

' Dreaming about you, ' Mark flirtatiously grinned ' Actually, I just finished those dumb business reports, and then this song came on the radio. And, yeah, here we are.'

' What song is that?' Narcissa giggled, though she already knew the answer.

Mark then played ' I've Got a Crush on You ' from his laptop, making Narcissa shudder.

' You're in luck, ' Narcissa stammered. ' Because...I think....I think you are handsome and charming too. '

' YOU DO??' Mark gasped VERY LOUDLY.

' Pas si fort, Monsieur Beaks?' Narcissa hushed, but giggled and nodded.

Mark silently muttered a big YES to himself and said ' Listen, you free tomorrow night?'

' Oui, le garcon beau,' Narcissa giggled, blushing furiously ' Pourquoi?'

' There is this new jazz bar down at New Quackmore,' Mark added, ' How about I treat you to that place? Food and drink on me!!'

Narcissa laughed, ' Oui, Monsieur Beaks, I would absolutely loved that. '

Mark and Narcissa spent some time talking about everything and nothing before Narcissa gave him a phone kiss and fell asleep, dreaming about her man.

Neither one of them spoke a word about their first big date to anyone the next day.

Yet everyone around them noticed their strange behaviour. Narcissa seemed to be more giggly than usual. And Mark seemed uncontrollably happy.

It was only when Daisy entered into one of VOGUE's ladies bathrooms did she notice Narcissa dressed in a very fancy lilac dress, white gloves and silver heels and lilac and silver eyeliner did she knew what gotten into her French friend - she got asked out on a date.

' OOOOOOOOOH GIRRRRLL!!' Daisy screamed, much to the shock of Narcissa. ' YOU GOT ASKED OUT!!'

' LA FERME, MADAMOISELLE DAISY!! DONT TELL ANYONE YET!!' Narcissa playfully slapped her friend on the shoulder and giggled like crazy.

' WHO'S TH3 LUCKY DUDE!!' Daisy asked with earnest eyes.

Narcissa softly told her the name.

' OOOOOOOOOH!!!' Daisy screamed and hugged her French friend, ' I DIDNT KNOW YOU ARE FALLING HARD FOR THE WADDLE CEO!!'

' WHO'S GOT A DATE!!'

Narcissa screamed and jumped as she turned around to see Rosinha in a shit eating grin. Narcissa turned to Daisy for help, but Daisy started laughing hysterically.

' UHM, SOME GIRL FROM THE EDITORIAL DEPARTMENT! BYE!' Narcissa blushed fiercely as she grabbed her purple purse and sped off.

Daisy pulled Rosinha aside and told Rosinha everything. Rosinha guffawed hysterically and broadcasted it to the VOGUE executive group chat.

When Mark was waiting for his date on his limousine as he replied to hundreds of texts and emails, he looked up from his phone and his jaws hot the floor at Narcissa descending down the stairs.

Narcissa looked absolutely breathtaking in her lilac dress, white gloves and silver heels. Her hair was tied to a Greek ponytail, and she even wore her special Cgyne. No. 5. perfume.

When she approached Mark, who was wearing a black and white tux, and stunned beyond words, Narcissa casted a shit eating smirk at everyone who saw them, took his hand and giggled as they boarded on the limousine and sped off.