Ducktales One Shots and Drabbles

The Moment He Knew She was the One ( Mark x Narcissa )

Mark was praying for the dreadful Conde Nast Emergency Meeting to end.

The Conde Nast Board aka The International Board of High Fashion commenced an emergency meeting in Upper East Side, New York, since many fashion enterprises, most notably VOGUE and Cygne Couture, have been under the threats of FOWL. The reason why he even bothered to go is, well, his beloved Narcissa is the daughter of the CEO of Cygne Couture, and he could never let her down by not going with her.

Mark did not even bother to pay attention what the Board has to say. He absent mindedly looked around the audience around him - his mother, Ms. Glamour, trying in vain to cover her yawns with her Parisian lace fan. His older sister Chanel, CEO of Glamour Designs, only listening on with a blank facial expression, something extremely uncommon of his flamboyant and gregarious older sister. He checked the messages on one of his many phones, glanced down at his black and gold star hoodie and grey Jeans to see any spots falling on him, then he caught sight of Narcissa's parents, who are sitting right next to the VOGUE audience booth in the Conde Nast meeting theatre.

Narcissa's dad Siegfried Swann, an aged, slender trumpeter swan with a cold expression and Shades almost bigger than his eyes, made sarcastic comments to some of the new designers, and Narcissa's mother Tatiana Pavlova, a Russian trumpeter swan with long raven hair and sapphire blue eyes, tries to cure her boredom by reading a Russian novel underneath her seat, muttering incomprehensible insults under her breath. Vivienne, Narcissa's younger sister, was dragged into this meeting since it was the weekends, and she was texting her friends back in Oxford. Marc Jacobs, one of his godfathers and a flamboyant leopard at that, is snoring at his Belgian pink panther  husband Henri Baurrel's shoulder, who was laughing behind his paws at the ridiculousness of the nonsense he heard.

Then he turned to look at Narcissa right beside him, and his heart stopped.

Narcissa looked stunning in her elegant white coat that has black tourmaline sewn on the sides, with black lace stockings and shiny heels. She wore Pearl's from head to toe, and the film noir inspired coiffure she had matched with her dramatic, feline like eyeliner.

She didnt seem bored or pretentious like most of the guests in this meeting. In fact, she seemed to be smiling at the portraits hung high above the wall, as if the paintings of the fashion icons of old were old friends she met in some fancy occasion. How are you? he imagined her saying that in French. Mon dieu, I have so much to tell you, you wont believe it!

In an instant, Narcissa's presence lit up the entire meeting room. She was perfectly blunt and straightforward. She never needed to hide herself - she was mindblowing  the way she is.

And when  it's time for he and Narcissa to do a rather long presentations on the fashion a and technological finances in the West Coast, Narcissa turned to him, and held his hand as they entered the stage.

' Slept again, havent you?' Narcissa smirked, knowing full well that her future husband is bored to death.

' Nothing is ever boring with you, babe, ' Mark kissed her cheek. And he was telling the truth.

And in that moment, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

And he has already been imagining the scenario of finally proposing to her.