One Shots

Duckling Along Part One

this is going to be in two parts bc, well, its Louis as a duckling. its adorable and everyone needs more crabby duck Louis in their life.

-Chops

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Louis really hates his life right about now. It was all fun and games until... Well, he really doesn't know what happened. All he knows is that the girl he was just eating lunch with (he doesn't even know her name, for God's sake!) Is looking very tall right now. Like, he's the size of her foot. She's got a hand over her cute little pink lips and is giggling, but trying to control it.

"I'm sorry," is what she comes up with finally, after a long time of Louis just glaring at her. "You're so fluffy, sorry." Louis stops glaring, because, really. He didn't shave this morning, sure, but is now really the time? She's shrunken him or something, and she's commenting on his jaw line.

"What did you do?!" He yells, but his voice is drowned out by this annoying quacking noise. Louis turns to find whatever is being so loud, turning around to check behind him, but he trips and falls over something soft and cold landing on his left foot. He tries to catch himself, but can't seem to control his arms, so they just flail uselessly at his sides. His chin hits the ground, but it's a lot softer then he remembers.

"Oh, Lou!" The girl is giggling again, and hands curl around his waist. She picks him up and sets him on the picnic table they'd been sitting on before. Louis glances down and squawks, arms flapping again and feet stomping.

Well, feet isn't the right word. Because he's got little orange flippers attached to his legs. Legs that are soft and full of fluffy yellow almost-not quite, feathers.

"A duck?!" He screams, hopping towards the girl because he still isn't sure how this whole duck-waddling thing is supposed to happen. "You turned me into a fucking duck?!" She giggles again, hand whipping up to her mouth. He's quacking, and he knows it, because he can't hear his own voice, just his own quack, but he's not done yelling yet. He hops back and forth, flippers slapping down against the wooden table, and wings flapping forcefully. Louis rants and raves for a good ten minutes, before stopping and sitting on the bench with a huff and a scowl. He tries to cross his arms but- oh yeah, that's right. He's got little tiny wings.

"Lou, I'm sorry, I really am!" The girl reaches forward and strokes her hand across his head softly. He scrunches up his eyebrows more and turns away, but doesn't move. "But I have to go, the sun is nearly setting! I promise I'll fix this, okay? I'll be back!" She runs off with Louis squawking after her, until he can't see the bright pink of her shirt anymore. He huffs again.

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"What's he doing?"

"It could be a she,"

"What's it doing?" Zayn says, sending Liam a look. Liam shrugs and looks over at the table they're walking towards again. There's a duckling on top of it, pacing back and forth and quacking in any angry fashion. His- its- wings are raised above it's head, flopping down to its sides, and back again, and it looks like it's stomping.

"Think he's mad," Liam shrugs.

"So it is a he," Zayn looks a little smug and Liam sighs, because really. It could still be a she. They stop a few feet away from the table, watching the bird throw its arms around and stomp. Liam's not sure if ducks are supposed to have that much of a brow to furrow, because it looks like its scowling.