#LazyTown fanfiction

[rextasywrites]

Apple pies and sportscandy (Sportacus x reader) - Chapter 2/?

"Since the weather was nice, I decided to grab a portion of fries and a burger from there and to eat the in the park. Mere minutes later, I watched the insects flew by as I munched on my lunch, only having to swat away a fly sometimes. But what in the world in this thing over there? There was a…man?...running around, doing flips and jumping as if he had been stung by a tarantula."

time to meet Sportacus for the first time!

Warnings: there aren't any I think?

I woke up to the sound of children playing outside, and I couldn’t help but smile. In my old apartment, I had woken up to the sound of couples screaming at each other and throwing things around on a regular basis. I didn’t miss the sound of glass breaking and swear words being thrown around like a ball just above my head.

The sun was shining brightly, and for once I wasn’t dreading the moment I had to throw the blankets off. Today would be a day full of work - mostly cleaning, but I was looking forward to the start of this new journey. One step at a time would lead me a long way.

To start the day, I made myself a cup of tea, letting its warmth fill me from the inside before I made my way downstairs. I wasn’t hungry this morning, tea was enough to wake me up fully before I was to face the dust monster.

To get into the bakery, I had to unlock the front door of it, I had no access straight from the apartment. As I was unlocking the door (so many new keys!), a group of children came up to me.

“Who are you?”, a small boy asked me, blonde hair and rosy cheeks. He seemed a bit out of breath, the group had just played a round of basketball. I introduced myself, then pointed to the bakery.

“I am going to open up the bakery again. I heard you were looking for a new baker, so that’s my job!”, I smiled, and the children all collectively gasped.

The small boy, whose name was Ziggy, spoke up again, “You are a baker! Are you going to bake cake for us? And pies? And cupcakes!”, and the other kids nodded along with him, clearly anticipating a new source of sweets for them. And I couldn’t blame them, my baking was amazing after all!

“Of course. But I will also make savoury things like mini pizzas, bread rolls and other goodies.”, I smiled, leaning against the wall next to the door as the children gasped. Savoury and sweet things! How great!

“That means Sportacus might like these things too?” “Have you ever seen him eat something other than an apple?” “No…”

What in the name of everything that’s holy is a ‘Sportacus’?

I had only heard of Spartans up to this point, but if a guy was to wear a spartan uniform in this town, running around and only eating apples, I might have to move back to the city. That’d save me from a lot of headaches.

I wasn’t going to pry further into their conversation, which had now changed to Ziggy and his weird eating habits, and how Pixel once ate two bags of chips in a single sitting, which was both impressive and scary.

I stepped inside of the bakery, taking in the surroundings. There was a commercial oven in there, which - if it worked - would save me thousands in cash. A big standing mixer was in there too and a small oven to proof dough in there. With this, my biggest worries were already gone. But there were boxes to unpack and other things to get ready, which would probably take several weeks.

*

By midday, the children had gone home to grab lunch. I was sweaty and hungry and needed a break. So I stepped outside, taking in the sun, shining down on me and the town, which was slowly awakening from its winter sleep, spring was here. There was a small restaurant close by and I decided to take a break there. Since the weather was nice, I decided to grab a portion of fries and a burger from there and to eat the in the park. Mere minutes later, I watched the insects flew by as I munched on my lunch, only having to swat away a fly sometimes.

But what in the world in this thing over there?

There was a…man?…running around, doing flips and jumping as if he had been stung by a tarantula. Once the man managed to stop his movements, we locked eyes, and he waved at me. “Hello there!”, he smiled and flipped his way over to me. With insane jumps which made me think of a kangaroo and not a human.

“Hello.”, he smiled and offered me his hand. I quickly wiped my own clean and shook it, giving the man a smile, “I am Sportacus! And you?”

I told the man my name, and added a little, “and I just moved here.”

At the mention of me having just moved, he perked up, “Oh really? Why did you come here?”

I pointed to the bakery which was in sight of us, “I got sick and tired of the city. Saw an ad that the town needed a new baker. I learnt the job back in the day but moved over to office work. Realized office work sucks, now I am here.”, I summed up the past few weeks of my life which had led me to the whirlwind that was my new life.

Sportacus nodded along with my words, listening intensely. His eyes seemed so soft and sweet, like a puppy looking at its owner. But he wasn’t a dog, he was a grown man, why was I making these comparisons? Anyway, I nodded too.

“That sounds like quite a journey you have had so far! Welcome to LazyTown!”, Sportacus smiled, not being able to stand still, always moving from one leg to the other. “And now you’ll run the bakery?”

“That’s the plan. I’ll probably need some help along the way, but maybe Bessie or the Mayor can give me a minute of their time.”

“If you need help, just say it out loud and I’ll come to you!”

“How are you supposed to know I’ll need help? When you are, like, halfway across the town and I am in the basement carrying sacks of flour up?”

“That’s for me to know, and for you to find out!”, and with these words, the blue dressed man ran off again to God knows where.

What did I just witness? And now my fries were cold too…

[aleinnilatibae]

New Update of Things Can Change, everyone!

There's a content warning for this chapter, just in case, read the chapter notes. Sportacus is really going through it with that damn crystal, and the kids who are becoming so reckless. Who knew that Robbie would be his saving grace?

Also...this chapter's end contains a scene that I wrote back in 2017. It was the very very first thing I wrote for this concept, and it has stayed mostly unchanged since that time. To think, I wrote this scene during the original LazyTown Renaissance, and now it is finally up in the chapter where it belongs after seven years. Feels good to finally post it.

[emilythedog661]

When you read Lazytown Fanfics...

Which Stephanie do you imagine when you read? the julianna stephanie or the chloe stephanie?

Do you see the kids, the mayor and bessie as puppets or real people?

Do you see sportacus with the backpack he has in series 3 and 4 or the little backpack he had in series 1 and 2?

Do you see sportacus's ship from series 1 and 2 where it had the buttons on the floor to make stuff appear? or the ship in series 3 and 4 where the ship has a AI talking to sportacus?

Do you see robbie from series 1 and 2 where he's skinny and his outfit is more purple? or the robbie from series 3 and 4 where he has a pudge and his outfit is more wine red?

for me it's julianna stephanie, the kids are puppets, i always see series 1 and 2 sportacus and robbie and sportacus's ship is the ship from series 1 and 2

[elusiveanomaly]

"No One Ever"

I am SO excited to finally release this! My first LazyTown fanfic — a Sportarobbie one at that! So, to all my fellow shippers: WELCOME :D

I just really wanted to give Robbie the love he deserves <3 Every character holds a special place in my heart, especially Sportacus himself, but Robbie takes the cake — figuratively and literally. He means so very much to me

This wrestled with me the whole way of the process, but I don't ever regret doing this project. It means a whole lot to me ;w; I hope you can also share the same sentiment. Consider this my last post of 2023, as well — at least to people like me who live in the U.S of the A. Happy New Year!! :D

[atlas-caeruleus]

Has anyone ever made a fanfic that's like sportacus finding out that Robbie's chin and eyebrows is makeup/prosthetic/fake cause I think that would be an amusing concept (or angst cause body dysmorphia)

Or make a fanfic in which Robbie was in an accident prior and therefore needed the mods as actual prosthetics (like a crash and burn maybe) and sportacus has to consult his vast elf medic knowledge to help Robbie with insecurities, phantom pains, nightmares, etc.

[calmingcrunch]

Would you believe I had my first ever sexy dream about Robbie Rotten

But what really matters is I also got in a fight with Trixie and broke her arm.

[silly-lazytown-polls]

For the purposes of this poll, assume Sportacus is an elf and has been hiding his pointy ears under his hat (as one does).

Today's poll is for @cutecutejames, who requested a scenario in which Sportacus must remove his hat. :)

[sleeplower]

I have so many lazytown edits in my drafts its ridiculous

[groovy-bear]

Updated my fic 🤑🥶

[darkwing-katy]

I have watched so much Lazytown over the last month. I’m nannying two kiddos and they LOVE the show. They’re always paying attention to Sportacus’s jumps and flipping-flipping and I regret nothing

Except now all I want to do is finish my Lazytown FanFiction instead of my BatB FanFiction that I was supposed to be finishing this month oops

At least I’m writing? At least I’m finishing stuff? This shall be the year of completed fics!

[sandutita]

i have never read a single fanfic in my life

except in 2016-2017 when i was in my lazytown phase and read sportarobbie fanfics on deviantart at night

[rextasywrites]

Apple pies and sportscandy (Sportacus x reader) - Chapter 1/?

"As the wind started to blow the cold air into my face, I decided to retreat back into my new place. A couch with some cup noodles and a silly tv show was waiting for me. In the comfort of a fuzzy blanket while slurping up noodles, I wondered what my time in LazyTown would bring me. What kind of new adventures were waiting for me? Would the people in town like me?"

Reader has had enough and decides to move to LazyTown to take over the old closed down bakery. A zeppelin catches her eye on the the first night, but what if its owner does more than just catch her eye?

Warnings: in this chapter there is a mention of bullying, but only for plot reasons for a short time

Please enjoy this very much self indulgent multi chapter fic! :D

*

The first time I heard of this town, I was confused. Barely any people living in there, why would anyone move there? The city is so much better!

The second time I heard of this town, I had just finished a terrible day at the office and wanted to hide forever. There was just something so terrible about bullying, a thing that should have been left behind in middle school.

The third time I heard of this town, I decided to call it quits. It was one “prank” too much, one mean comment too much. The 2 week notice was more of a 2 minute notice, and with tears streaming down my face, I sat in the bus. The world seemed grey and the people around me frozen. On one stop, a man dropped his newspaper as he left and didn’t bother to pick it up. That’s what I did, and an ad caught my eye.

“Baker wanted - Starting point as soon as possible. Call Bessie Busybody for more information.”, and her phone number was added.

A few phone calls later, I sat in the train heading towards LazyTown.

I managed to cancel my lease rather quickly as the landlord already had a different person in their eye, someone whose rent they could charge up. Within days, I had everything packed, just two suitcases full of my stuff. I never needed more, as the apartment hadn’t felt like a home but just a place to stay in. And the rent in LazyTown wasn’t high, so maybe my bank account could relax for once.

The further I got away from the city, the more colour seemed to paint the landscape. The trees weren’t grey, if one looked left and right they saw mountains and sometimes even animals, not only the walls of yet another building. It felt like I could breathe for the first time in months, if not years. The train was nearly empty apart from two other people, but at the station LazyTown, I was the only one to leave. And it was true - there was no smog, the light wasn’t coming from street lamps but from the sun actually making its way to the surface, and somewhere, there were children playing without the fear of being run over by a reckless driver.

“There you are darling!”, I recognized the voice from the many phone calls we shared - it was Bessie! I turned around and we greeted each other, a kiss on the left cheek, a kiss on the right cheek. “Welcome to LazyTown! I am sure you’ll love it here! Oh, let me show you your new place right now! Are these suitcases yours? Let me help you…”

*

A short drive later, we were at my new place. The apartment was above the old bakery. Bessie had filled me in on the details - the old owner passed away many years ago, and nobody had bothered to fill in his role, so the building had been vacant ever since. I had some baking skills from back in the day before office work was paying more money, or at least I thought it’d get me more money. Instead, all it gave me was a stomach ulcer.

Prior to my arrival, Bessie had taken it upon herself to clean the apartment a bit, at least clean enough to make sure no spiders would cozy up to me in bed. Which was…not really a comforting thought, but Bessie assured that the only spiders they had in town were these tiny jumping spiders. Tomorrow, we’d check out the bakery together for things I could still use and which needed to be replaced. The mayor had promised to come up for most of the replacements, something I’d need to thank him for as soon as I would see him. 

But on this very day? All I wanted was to get a few things put up in my new home, and get some rest. Traveling by train always made me tired, and this whole day was one constant source of nervousness and anxiety running free.

Bessie left me to my own devices an hour later after helping me put my suitcases up into the 2nd floor where the apartment was. A few things were set up, such as putting new sheets on the bed and getting some groceries into the fridge, I was thankful for Bessie’s help, but she had to leave as she needed to attend super important meetings.

The sun was slowly setting, I stood in front of the bakery, taking in the first evening in my new home town. The birds chirped in the distance, some bugs were flying around. Speaking of flying around, I had spotted a zeppelin earlier today, but forgot to ask Bessie about it.

As the wind started to blow the cold air into my face, I decided to retreat back into my new place. A couch with some cup noodles and a silly tv show was waiting for me. In the comfort of a fuzzy blanket while slurping up noodles, I wondered what my time in LazyTown would bring me. What kind of new adventures were waiting for me? Would the people in town like me?

All the thoughts and the day in general had made me exhausted, so I threw the blanket off, put the empty cup into the bin and the chopsticks into the dishwasher, and myself right into bed.

From my bed, I had a clear view through a window. I hadn’t bothered to close the curtains, but from this point of view, I was able to see the zeppelin again. A faint light was coming from there, which left me wondering - was someone living there? In the sky above LazyTown, watching over its people and whatever would come their way?

I soon drifted off into the most peaceful sleep in years, and I was not awoke by the sound of loud spinning tyres or a police car racing through the streets. It was just me and the sound of animals roaming through the streets of LazyTown, and I couldn’t wish for a better sound to fall asleep to.

[jinxwolf34]

This might be a long shot but does anyone have a download/ copy of the Cephalothorax series by Scorpius_Wears_Short_Skirts on AO3? (I believe they also went by robbie-and-the-rottens here on tumblr)

Any info helps! I’ve tried Wayback but it didn’t take enough snapshots.

[trealtox]

Couldn't make myself finish the chapter. Still I have like 15 historical references in it about currency, police equipment, police ranks, social conditions for Irish people and one chemical formula which I needed to prove fictional and non-working. (Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads them)

Sometimes I actually wonder whether I'm writing a fanfiction or a Wikipedia page

“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

[differentprincedinosaur]

Day twenty four challenge explained: low effort

Do something low effort. To give your self more time for the next day. So something that you didn't put some effort. It is Christmas eve. Don't work hard

[cursed-elo-images]

Hugh McDowell is my favorite LazyTown character