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It was a mark of how desperate Sportacus was that he sought out Robbie for help. He and Robbie had enjoyed a semi-truce lately: Sportacus had steered the kids away from Robbie’s favorite napping spots and Robbie hadn’t tried to kick Sportacus out of town. Even so, asking Robbie for help was a last ditch effort.
Robbie answered the knocking on his hatch with a glare ready in place. “What?” He snapped.
This one may not feel whole, or rushed, but that’s because I went from “I dunno what to write” to “shit I have another 15k fic on my hands” in, like, 0.2 seconds. I may expand upon this idea in a full story later if there’s interest but…not right now.
Day #5 - Dancing/Singing ———————————–
“No!”
Eyes began to turn to see what the commotion was about. The young blond in the doorway shrank back, the teenager looking like he was about to bolt. Seeing so many people staring at him made the entire situation worse, it seemed, because the young man’s face began to turn a distinctive pink, his eyes growing wider and wider with fear the longer the moment stretched on.
The pair of adults standing with him did not seem to notice the boy’s discomfort. One of them, the shorter of the pair, looked remarkably similar to the teenager, right down to their matching pencil mustaches, though at that age, his son’s looked more like a cheap imitation that anything. He sighed, shaking his head.
“We came all the way here, Alex. What do you mean no?”
Gotta hit up this ship twice. Glad I could make it to the end of the week! Hope you all have enjoyed this Ship Week! <3
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Robbie sat on the beach. The sky was clear and beautiful. A slight breeze tickled the sand around him, including the thick layer piled over his legs to give him the appearance of a mermaid tail. Beside him sat Sportacus, nursing a water bottle and looking out at the ocean.
“I, for one,” Robbie began, voice soaked in malice, “am soglad that the kids decided to visit us during our honeymoon because they ‘thought we might get bored’.”
Sportacus chuckled and dropped a kiss to the top of his head. “I think it’s sweet.”
“Have you been bored?”
“Never when I’m with you.”
“Good.” Robbie jerked his chin towards the shore. “Then make them leave.”
The kids were playing by the ocean. Ziggy and Pixel were constructing a sandcastle, Stingy was making his own ‘Stingy Castle’, and Stephanie and Trixie were splashing each other in the waves.
“I already gave Milford a call,” Sportacus explained. “He’s going to tell everyone about the kids stowing away on the ship. They should all be picked up by the morning. We will still have the rest of the week to ourselves.”
Robbie grumbled, kicking his legs free of his sandy mer-tail. “We’ll have to babysit until then, won’t we?”
“You love them. Stop pretending.”
“It’s not unreasonable to want to spend your honeymoon alone with your husband!”
“It’s just one day, Robbie.” Sportacus stood up, capping his water bottle and tossing it to the blanket. He reached out a hand to Robbie. “Let’s go play!”
Every fiber of Robbie’s being rejected the idea of being active while on vacation but he really was no match for those pleading eyes and heartwarming smile. He let himself be guided to the shoreline. All the kids’ heads turned at their arrival. With sandy hands and sunburnt noses they smiled and waved Robbie over.
“Robbie! Can you help us decorate?” Ziggy called. Pixel had an armload of shells and looked hopeful.
“No! Let’s have a splash fight!” Trixie cried over the waves. “You can be on my team!”
Hours later, Robbie lay back on a chaise lounge beach chair. Cuddle into his sides were a worn out Stingy and Pixel. Sportacus lay next to him, asleep with Stephanie curled in his lap. Ziggy and Trixie slept on the pile of beach blankets beside them, their heads pillowed by water wings.
Robbie couldn’t hold in a smile as the dying sun tinted Sportacus’ blond hair all sorts of colors. Maybe spending the first day of your honeymoon with children was unconventional, but Robbie had enjoyed every minute of it. Not that he would ever admit that out loud.
But, as Sportacus’ opened sleep-heavy eyes and smiled up at him, Robbie figured he didn’t have to.
I love YouTuber AUs but can never get them across well in fic form. Hope this is clear enough! Also I beg you to check out some of the make up used here, I promise it makes it funnier XD
“And we’re going to finish off today with the Charlotte Tilbury Filmstar bronzer and highlighter.” Glanni held up the pallet for the camera. “It’s something like 50 bucks, who can remember, but it’s a good one, Glæpurettes.” Opening it, he patted his brush into the bronzer.
Glanni Glæpur, one of the most famous beauty gurus on YouTube, stared at the brush before licking it. He smacked his lips. “Dry. Tastes nothing like bronze.” With a shrug, he applied it to his face.
I admit, I gave myself the Feels writing this. ——————————————————–
The pounding at his window jolted the boy from his video game. He looked up in surprised confusion, startled to see the long, familiar face of Robbie Rotten, the laziest man in all of LazyTown, looking at him with almost comically large eyes. They stared at one another in silence for a few long seconds before Robbie rapped loudly on the window once again.
“Prickle!” he whined, his voice muffled by the glass. “I need your help!”
I’m a day late, but still wanted to join in! I’m away atm and only have a HB to draw with, so hopefully this little doodle will be okay! Hope flowers count ☺️❤️
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” the girl whispered.
“Of course I’m sure! What do you take me for?” the man hissed back.
“I dunno. Some of your ideas are…well, you know…”
“My ideas are what, exactly?”
“Uh…perfect?”
“That’s what I thought you said,” he huffed.
The girl just sighed and shook her head while the man sitting by her side prepped the device between them. She shrugged and turned back to the pair of purple binoculars in her hands, leaning over to try and get a better view of the path. Robbie busied himself setting their ammunition in place.
Trixie resumed her watch with the comically large binoculars pressed closely to her face. Their previous victim, Ziggy, had absolutely loved the prank and both she and her partner in crime were ready to spring their fine-tuned trap on another unsuspecting pedestrian.
“See anyone?” Robbie whispered, rustling the leaves of their hide-away bush when he leaned over to do so.
“If I did, they’d know we were here already!” she snapped back with a hiss. “You’re too loud!”
“I’m too loud—?” The bush rattled again as the villain got his voice back under control, returning to a subdued whisper quickly. “I’m too loud? What about you? People in Siberia could hear your breathing!”
“As if!”
Robbieharrumphed and the pair went back to their stake-out. It was a little disappointing that there was so little foot traffic for such a nice day, but they could wait. It would be worth it. And at least it was warm out, and they had some sturdy branches to keep comfortable while they waited. It was so comfortable, in fact, that Robbie had started to doze off when he was suddenly smacked in the ribs by a small hand. He let out a yelp only to have that same hand immediately cover his mouth. Trixie glared at him. He licked her palm, daring to face the nasty child germs that resided there just to watch the look of silent horror on her face as he yanked her hand away and began wiping it furiously on her pants. Heh. Worth it.
“Gross!” she whined as quietly as she could manage.
“Serves you right,” Robbie whispered back.
“You were gonna start snoring and ruin everything!” Before her companion could give a retort, the girl pointed through the leaves. “See! Someone’s coming!”
Even without his binoculars, Robbie could see the shape of a humanoid figure approaching, and quickly! He gasped, flailing around and shaking their hiding place terribly as he got himself into position. Trixie huffed at him in annoyance, but held the binoculars up to her eyes and fell into the intense concentration that only a well-executed prank could bring to her.
“Steady,” she whispered.
Robbie’s fingers twitched in anticipation.
“Almost…”
His lip curled excitedly into a menacing grin.
“Get ready.”
The man’s hand was poised over the release switch, just waiting for the little girl’s signal.
“And…now!”
Robbie slapped the release with all his strength. A pair of arms parted the shrubbery to make way for the immense pie that was flung out by his ingeniously crafted slingshot. The pie whistled as it flew through the air, hitting its target with a thick, wet slorp that was just music to Robbie’s evil ears. A loud thud soon followed, and Robbie and Trixie alike jumped to their feet. Roaring in jubilant glee, they popped out from their bush to see who had be unlucky enough to walk into their delicious trap. The cheering and laughter soon stopped, however, when they recognized the victim.
“Sportacus!” Robbie yelped, hands flying up to grasp at his hair. He turned immediately to Trixie. “You didn’t tell me it was Sportaflop!”
The girl held up her hands as she shook her head, mouth agape in shock for a moment. “I couldn’t tell! I didn’t have a great view and…”
Robbie waved her away. There was no time for squabbling; Sportacus needed him! Robbie tumbled out of the suddenly obstructive bush to get to the boyfriend that was lifelessly sprawled on his back in the middle of the walkway. He only tripped twice on the way, shedding leaves and sticks as he went.
“Of all the times for me to have perfect aim!” he cried as he fell to his knees beside the town hero. “Oh no,” he moaned as he looked upon the unconscious hero. “Oh, I am in so much trouble…” With shaking hands, he pried away the pie tin that covered Sportacus’ face. Seeing the hero’s pie-covered image made Robbie cringe. “…I’m going to be in the doghouse forever.”
Trixie crept closer to the scene, trying to get a better look at the sugary carnage.
“Is he okay?” she asked hesitantly.
Robbie chewed nervously on his lower lip while desperately trying to wipe his boyfriend’s face clean of pie. “Does he look okay, Tricky?” His voice sounded much higher than usual.
The little girl was undeterred. “He didn’t….you know…did he?”
Robbie let out a squeak before answering. “If you’re asking if I gave my boyfriend a sugar meltdown by throwing a pie right at his stupid hero mouth, then yes! Yes I did!” Robbie cried. He clutched his temples, his pie-covered hands smearing the stuff through his hair. “Go get me some sportscandy or something! We have to wake him up!”
“I can’t.”
The villain’s head whipped toward the child so quickly that one might worry that Robbie had snapped his own neck. “What?”
“I can’t!” Trixie cried, throwing up her hands. “There isn’t any! We were picking all the apples and all that stuff yesterday! There’s nothing left!”
“Nothing left?” Robbie shrieked.
“That’s what I said!”
“How in the name of villainy can there be an apple shortage in the apple capital of the world?”
Trixie made a face. “In the what…?”
Robbie ignored her, already having moved on to Plan B. It wasn’t the best idea he’d ever had, but he was desperate. He grabbed a fistful of nearby turf and patted Sportacus’ cheek, hoping the sensation might help bring some sense back to the town hero. Oh, he hoped this worked.
“Okay, Sportaconcious, you’ve gotta work with me here. You, uh…you like salad, right?” He looked dubiously at his handful of grass. “It’s, uh…all natural.”
Someone snorted.
Robbie growled, looking over his shoulder at the little girl standing there. She was smiling, but shrugged. “Wasn’t me,” she said, sinking a bit into her own shoulders as she spoke, as though she was trying to hold in laughter.
There was another amused snort nearby and, for lack of anywhere else to look, Robbie looked back down at his boyfriend. Sportacus was smiling. Another snort and the hero fell into outright laughter, finally opening his eyes. Robbie’s jaw dropped at the sight of it.
“You’re…but the pie…how…what?”
Sportacus giggled, eyes giving his boyfriend’s hand a quick glance. “Were…were you going to try and feed me grass?” the hero laughed.
Robbie continued to stare, frozen in place at the revelation that the elf was still conscious after taking a pie to the face. “You’re—?”
“Surprise!” Sportacus chucked, sitting up and delivering a cream-covered kiss to Robbie’s cheek.
“But how!”
Now it was Trixie’s turn to giggle. “It’s easy when the pie doesn’t have any sugar in it!” she said, proudly setting her hands on her hips. “Sportacus and I planned everything.”
Robbie gaped at the two of them, looking back and forth in amazement. “You—you tricked me? You? But you’re the hero! And You—!” He pointed back at Trixie. “—We were supposed to be partners!”
“Playing the long con!” the little girl said with a confident grin.
Sportacus wiped some of the pie remnants from around his eyes. “It was a good joke, wasn’t it, Robbie? When Trixie told me about it I just couldn’t resist.”
Robbie looked back at his pie-covered boyfriend in amazement. “I…” He shook his head, shoulders relaxing slightly now that he finally began to realize Sportacus was okay, despite looking like some kind of whipped cream monster. “I am a terrible influence on you!”
Sportacus snickered for a moment before bursting into laughter again. Robbie couldn’t help himself. Slowly, he felt himself smile and begin to laugh, too. Trixie beamed, watching the pair as Sportacus playfully smushed some of the leftover pie into Robbie’s face to make the villain laugh even harder. She only looked away when the pair began to kiss. Even without pie everywhere, kissing was just gross.
