Fanfiction: LazyTown - True Love's Kiss, Part 2
Title: True Love's Kiss
Author: Serena-chan ( hourglass244)
Fandom: LazyTown
Pairing(s): Sportacus/Stephanie (SportaSteph)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: All it takes is true love's kiss.
A/N: I don't have any excuse for this...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Previous Parts: Part One
The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. It was a gorgeous summer day in LazyTown, and at 7:00am Maria and Harald made their way to the mayor's house.
"Good morning," Milford said cheerfully to his sister and her yawning husband. "You're here early. I usually don't wake Stephanie for another half an hour. I'm still cooking at the moment," he gestured to the apron he wore, "but there's coffee in the kitchen if you're interested."
"I'm very interested," Harald enthused. "I didn't get much sleep last night, and someone wouldn't let me sleep in." He cast a pointed look in his wife's direction.
"I can't believe you want to sleep in today of all days!" Maria exclaimed, making her way into the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee.
"Whether we got here at seven or seven-thirty won't change the results," he countered, taking the cup from her.
"Oh, just go sit in the living room, and read the paper," she snapped. "I'll help Milford with breakfast."
Once she was sure he was safely out of earshot, she rounded on her brother. "Now, I want you to tell me about your town's hero."
"Sportacus?" Milford said in surprise as he went back to mixing his pancake batter. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," she said, putting on a spare apron. "Because I suspect that if Stephanie doesn't wake up, it'll be him that breaks the spell."
"Well, I can't say that I didn't see that coming. Those two have always had a special bond. Nothing inappropriate, mind you," he hastened to assure her. "But I've gotten the feeling lately that Stephanie cares for him as more than just a friend, though I don't know if he feels the same way."
"If she doesn't wake this morning, then he does feel the same way," Maria told him. "The true love dust only works if it goes both ways."
"Of course. Anyway, Sportacus comes from an island in the North Sea not far from our home country."
"You mean Latibær?" she asked, looking up sharply. "Does that mean he's an elf?"
"I think so," Milford nodded. "Although I've never personally heard him say. He certainly does have above-average abilities, and Robbie Rotten, our town's self-appointed villain, refers to him as the 'Blue Elf.'"
"How old is he?"
"I'm not sure," he said, looking uncomfortable. "If he was human I'd estimate his age to be in his late thirties, but - "
" - But if he's an elf then he could be much older," Maria finished for him. "Elves have such long lives. Thirty-ish seems too old for Stephanie, but when compared with an elf's lifespan, it would make him quite young, wouldn't it?"
"The oldest elf I've heard of was 300 when he died," Milford confirmed. "And if they marry, then it would mean that Stephanie's lifespan will be lengthened as well."
"It would mean more than that," she insisted. "You remember the prophecy don't you about an elf marrying the crown?"
"We could finally go home," he said softly. "Take back our country."
He sighed wistfully and allowed himself to consider the possibility for a moment before giving himself a shake. "We're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? We don't even know if Stephanie's..." He trailed off and looked meaningfully at the clock.
"It's 7:30," Maria realized. "I'll... I'll go and wake her."
She made her way up the stairs and toward her daughter's room. She knocked softly before entering.
"Stephanie?" she called as she entered.
Sunlight was streaming in through the window, falling across Stephanie's sleeping face.
"Stephanie?" her mother called again, louder this time, as she knelt beside her daughter.
When she didn't stir, Maria even gave her shoulder a little shake, just to be sure. Kneeling beside the bed, she let the enormity of the situation wash over her. Stephanie would remain there, asleep and unchanging, until kissed by her one true love. It was usually a simple matter, but there were stories where the solution wasn't immediately obvious; where it had taken up to a year to find the right person to awaken the heir to the throne. One of the heirs, the princess who originally inspired the beloved fairy tale, was asleep for a hundred years. Her true love had been killed by bandits on his way to awaken her, and it had taken one hundred years for his soul to be reborn and find her again. There were no substitutes for true love, after all.
Maria forced down the fear that she might never see her daughter smile again and instead reminded herself that this test had been given for nearly a thousand years now. Countless princes and princesses had undergone it and were awakened almost immediately. There was no cause for concern, especially since Stephanie herself had all but admitted that Sportacus was the one she loved.
Reaching out with gentle hands, Maria straightened Stephanie's hair, smoothed the wrinkles from the bedding, and clasped her daughter's hands across her waist. Stephanie already looked lovely, but it was like Maria had told her last night - she should look her best.
With one last glance over her shoulder at her slumbering child, Maria made her way downstairs to where her husband and brother were waiting.
**********
"I still don't like it," Harald grumbled, once he'd been brought up to speed by Maria and Milford. "Even if he is an elf, he seems too old for her. Anyway, she only said it smelled like his aftershave - not him. Other people might wear that kind of aftershave, too."
"Fine. We'll find out what sort of aftershave he wears," Maria said, rolling her eyes. "But I think you're splitting hairs. Besides, you know age has nothing to do with it when true love is concerned."
Harald grumbled something, probably unflattering, into his coffee cup but privately conceded both their points. His wife just smiled knowingly at him.
"So where is this super hero anyway?"
"Actually, I believe he prefers the term 'slightly-above-average hero,'" Milford corrected. "And this time of day he's probably still up in his airship unless someone needs saving. I could always send him a message, though, saying that I need to speak to him."
"Why don't you do that," his sister suggested. "I'd like to get this all settled. I don't want to leave Stephanie asleep any longer than is strictly necessary."
"If it is him, then we're going to have to explain everything," Harald sighed, "Who we are, and who Stephanie will someday become."
"At least coming from Latibær he'll have heard of us," the mayor reminded him.
"Come on," Maria said at last. "Let's go meet this 'slightly-above-average hero.' We're not going to decide anything just sitting around the house."
Part Three
Author: Serena-chan ( hourglass244)
Fandom: LazyTown
Pairing(s): Sportacus/Stephanie (SportaSteph)
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: All it takes is true love's kiss.
A/N: I don't have any excuse for this...
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Previous Parts: Part One
The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. It was a gorgeous summer day in LazyTown, and at 7:00am Maria and Harald made their way to the mayor's house.
"Good morning," Milford said cheerfully to his sister and her yawning husband. "You're here early. I usually don't wake Stephanie for another half an hour. I'm still cooking at the moment," he gestured to the apron he wore, "but there's coffee in the kitchen if you're interested."
"I'm very interested," Harald enthused. "I didn't get much sleep last night, and someone wouldn't let me sleep in." He cast a pointed look in his wife's direction.
"I can't believe you want to sleep in today of all days!" Maria exclaimed, making her way into the kitchen and pouring a cup of coffee.
"Whether we got here at seven or seven-thirty won't change the results," he countered, taking the cup from her.
"Oh, just go sit in the living room, and read the paper," she snapped. "I'll help Milford with breakfast."
Once she was sure he was safely out of earshot, she rounded on her brother. "Now, I want you to tell me about your town's hero."
"Sportacus?" Milford said in surprise as he went back to mixing his pancake batter. "What do you want to know?"
"Everything," she said, putting on a spare apron. "Because I suspect that if Stephanie doesn't wake up, it'll be him that breaks the spell."
"Well, I can't say that I didn't see that coming. Those two have always had a special bond. Nothing inappropriate, mind you," he hastened to assure her. "But I've gotten the feeling lately that Stephanie cares for him as more than just a friend, though I don't know if he feels the same way."
"If she doesn't wake this morning, then he does feel the same way," Maria told him. "The true love dust only works if it goes both ways."
"Of course. Anyway, Sportacus comes from an island in the North Sea not far from our home country."
"You mean Latibær?" she asked, looking up sharply. "Does that mean he's an elf?"
"I think so," Milford nodded. "Although I've never personally heard him say. He certainly does have above-average abilities, and Robbie Rotten, our town's self-appointed villain, refers to him as the 'Blue Elf.'"
"How old is he?"
"I'm not sure," he said, looking uncomfortable. "If he was human I'd estimate his age to be in his late thirties, but - "
" - But if he's an elf then he could be much older," Maria finished for him. "Elves have such long lives. Thirty-ish seems too old for Stephanie, but when compared with an elf's lifespan, it would make him quite young, wouldn't it?"
"The oldest elf I've heard of was 300 when he died," Milford confirmed. "And if they marry, then it would mean that Stephanie's lifespan will be lengthened as well."
"It would mean more than that," she insisted. "You remember the prophecy don't you about an elf marrying the crown?"
"We could finally go home," he said softly. "Take back our country."
He sighed wistfully and allowed himself to consider the possibility for a moment before giving himself a shake. "We're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we? We don't even know if Stephanie's..." He trailed off and looked meaningfully at the clock.
"It's 7:30," Maria realized. "I'll... I'll go and wake her."
She made her way up the stairs and toward her daughter's room. She knocked softly before entering.
"Stephanie?" she called as she entered.
Sunlight was streaming in through the window, falling across Stephanie's sleeping face.
"Stephanie?" her mother called again, louder this time, as she knelt beside her daughter.
When she didn't stir, Maria even gave her shoulder a little shake, just to be sure. Kneeling beside the bed, she let the enormity of the situation wash over her. Stephanie would remain there, asleep and unchanging, until kissed by her one true love. It was usually a simple matter, but there were stories where the solution wasn't immediately obvious; where it had taken up to a year to find the right person to awaken the heir to the throne. One of the heirs, the princess who originally inspired the beloved fairy tale, was asleep for a hundred years. Her true love had been killed by bandits on his way to awaken her, and it had taken one hundred years for his soul to be reborn and find her again. There were no substitutes for true love, after all.
Maria forced down the fear that she might never see her daughter smile again and instead reminded herself that this test had been given for nearly a thousand years now. Countless princes and princesses had undergone it and were awakened almost immediately. There was no cause for concern, especially since Stephanie herself had all but admitted that Sportacus was the one she loved.
Reaching out with gentle hands, Maria straightened Stephanie's hair, smoothed the wrinkles from the bedding, and clasped her daughter's hands across her waist. Stephanie already looked lovely, but it was like Maria had told her last night - she should look her best.
With one last glance over her shoulder at her slumbering child, Maria made her way downstairs to where her husband and brother were waiting.
**********
"I still don't like it," Harald grumbled, once he'd been brought up to speed by Maria and Milford. "Even if he is an elf, he seems too old for her. Anyway, she only said it smelled like his aftershave - not him. Other people might wear that kind of aftershave, too."
"Fine. We'll find out what sort of aftershave he wears," Maria said, rolling her eyes. "But I think you're splitting hairs. Besides, you know age has nothing to do with it when true love is concerned."
Harald grumbled something, probably unflattering, into his coffee cup but privately conceded both their points. His wife just smiled knowingly at him.
"So where is this super hero anyway?"
"Actually, I believe he prefers the term 'slightly-above-average hero,'" Milford corrected. "And this time of day he's probably still up in his airship unless someone needs saving. I could always send him a message, though, saying that I need to speak to him."
"Why don't you do that," his sister suggested. "I'd like to get this all settled. I don't want to leave Stephanie asleep any longer than is strictly necessary."
"If it is him, then we're going to have to explain everything," Harald sighed, "Who we are, and who Stephanie will someday become."
"At least coming from Latibær he'll have heard of us," the mayor reminded him.
"Come on," Maria said at last. "Let's go meet this 'slightly-above-average hero.' We're not going to decide anything just sitting around the house."
Part Three