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Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Karate Kid (Movies) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Johnny Lawrence, Ali Mills (Karate Kid), Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Jimmy (Karate Kid), Dutch (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Lucille LaRusso Additional Tags: 90s with flash backs, Holidays, crafting, set partially while Mr. Miyagi is in Boston Summary:

Have a holiday Mr. Miyagi tells Daniel before he leaves for Boston, like it means something, like every holiday since senior year hasn’t been, except in a few exceptions, held at Ali Mill’s house. It’s not like he can call someone and make a holiday out of the blue? Or can he just call up the person he only sees on holidays to hang out? @cksecretsanta23 gift for @ohnoitsthebat This may have missed a lot of holidays, but happy Valentine’s Day (and every other holiday!) Also huge thank you to @wicked-jade who took time to teach me about American Football.

#for: ohnoitsthebat #by: desolateice #fanfic #rating: explicit #lawrusso #90s au #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #pinch hit #lauren is a legend #💓💕💓💕

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Because unlike many other people, Daniel can pin-point the exact moment in his life when he ceased to be a boy and became a man. It didn’t happen slowly, and then all at once, nor in that jagged, ungainly fashion of starts and stops that most teenagers have such proficiency in. He was, and then he wasn't, and the undertaking of it had all revolved around a man.

The very same one who stands before him now, over three decades too late, the rasp of his low chuckle shaped like a wolf.

"Danny boy," Silver says once Daniel finds his footing and his eyes climb up, up. "What a pleasant surprise."

And just like that, Daniel once again feels the year of nineteen-eighty-five close around him like a fist.

Happy (and very much belated) holidays to you, @vveissesfleisch!

I'm so sorry this is late, but I hope it's alright! Wishing you a wonderful new year, and happy holidays when they come around again!

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Happy (extremely belated) Holidays, @desolateice!!! 💗 Here is your gift for @cksecretsanta23 I am SO incredibly sorry this is so late, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless! Wishing you the very best!

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merry christmas, happy hols, and happy new year @itskotka !! surprise i'm your @cksecretsanta23 hehe! hope you enjoy this little robby story I wrote ya.

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Ghosts of Christmases Past

In the memory he’s still a kid, ankle deep in polystyrene. Tiny bean bag beans cling to the Christmas tree, to his sweater sleeves, and a giddiness pinches his chest.

Robby’s not sure why he’s thinking of it now; his legs propped up on the arm of a sofa, a girl’s - he thinks she said her name was Carly - hand light on his arm. Someone at this house party must have been talking about the holidays, he thinks. Or maybe it was the rainbow-colored flashing fairy lights winding their way across the ceiling above him. Either way, the images keep resurfacing, floating through his mind. It’s a nice memory, or it seems like it anyway, but he can’t quite place the when and where - can’t tell who was around - if anyone was at all.

It occurs to him as he’s lying there, high as a kite, maybe a little buzzed too; bones vibrating with mishmash of shouting voices over pounding music, that it probably feels nice because of that missing context. His other childhood Christmas memories, even the ones that felt cozy and warm, usually went hand in clenched hand with recollections of his mom glancing repeatedly at her watch, at her phone. Tight line of her mouth, worrying deeper as the day went on. She’d stopped promising him time from his dad, knew better by then, but he’d been able to tell anyway when she was expecting him, and he didn’t show. Her disappointment and frustration bled through him like red wine into cheap tablecloth.

Someone walking by knocks against his feet hard, jerking Robby back into the present. The hand on his arm moves, pats his chest soothingly like he’s a startled dog, and it’s just overfamiliar; maternal enough to make him sit up and out of its grasp, head running cartwheels as he does. Robby stills for a moment, breathes deep and long, til he’s pretty sure he’s not going to headbutt the carpet when he tries to get up.

He calls his mom first, as he’s weaving his way through the drunken, dancing, handsy bodies in the hallway, but gets her voicemail. So, he tries the longer shot.

“Who’s playing that garbage music?” his dad asks, when he picks up. “Where are you?”

“Kenny’s place,” Robby lies, after a slightly-too-long moment of dead air. He slips out the front door and pulls his phone away from his ear to check the time. It’s still pretty early, still possibly within visiting your karate friend’s house hours.

There’s an even longer pause on his dad’s end, like he’s not buying it for a second, and is trying to decide whether to push it.

“Oh yeah? Miguel with you?”

Carmen says something in the background, and Robby can’t quite make out the words, but he’s sure they both already know where Miguel is, and he really didn’t drink or smoke enough to fall into that trap.

“No, just Kenny and a couple guys from class. Listen, I’m just calling because I need to ask you a question.”

“Okay.” He still sounds skeptical. “What’s up?”

“You know those tiny little balls that people stuff into bean bags?”

“Yeah right, the beans. Look kind of edible but they’re not.”

“Those, yeah.” Robby sits on a chair by the porch, rubs awkwardly at the back of his neck, no idea how to ask the thing he wanted to ask, now that he’s about to ask it. “I have this memory of like, uh, you know, - maybe it’s a dream, I don’t know. I’m standing in a bunch of them? And there’s this little Christmas tree and I’m like - were you? I don’t– Do you, uh, remember anything?”

“Run that by me again?” His dad’s voice sounds far away, pitchy through the phone. “You’re not making much sense. You’re standing where?”

It’s cooler outside than in, but Robby’s face is starting to crowd with heat. Why did he think it was a good idea to call about this again? Why is he fixating on one stupid happy ancient memory he’s not sure even happened? It’s summer for fuckssake.

“No, forget it, you probably weren’t even–” He blows out a deep breath. “I gotta go.”

“You good, Rob?” His dad’s voice has lost the distrust, it’s just concern now. “Is this about Tory?” There’s a beat, and then rustling on the other end of the call. “Tell me where you are, I can send someone to–”

Robby cuts him off. There’s a weird heaviness behind his eyes and a twinge in his throat. He thinks he might need to throw up or something.

“I’m good, Dad. It doesn’t matter. Enjoy the rest of your weekend away, okay? Tell Carmen I said hi.”

“Robby–”

He hangs up, and violently shoves his phone into the back of his jeans.

When Robby slips back inside, someone has moved into his dip in the couch and he can’t see Possibly Carly or her arm anywhere, so he downs another beer and heads out to the backyard. It’s marginally less hazy and loud and smells a little better. He settles into a cheap plastic lawn chair next to some rich kids talking increasingly loudly about their vacation to Greece and closes his eyes for a moment.

He opens them again maybe seconds, minutes, hours later. The rich, loud kids are gone, and someone is saying his name repeatedly. He looks up, disoriented; finds himself being stood over by the girl who featured in most of his juvie nightmares, looking paradoxically like something out of a teen romcom, in her cute, oversized sweater and big boots and scrunched curls. The pool light is framing her from behind, making her look kind of glowy.

Angel of the morning. Evening. Friday night, or whatever.

“Sam?” He lowers his voice to an almost-whisper. “Wait, are you real?”

Robby’s sure this must be another trip into his memories, another glimpse of something stored away from a time when things were good; easy, when they could still sense each other’s movement, wet boards under their feet, sun beating down in their sticky, sweaty bodies shifting together in complete sync.

Sam slugs him in the arm. “That feel real?”

“Ow, jesus.”

“Nope, just me.” Sam holds out her hands, and beckons impatiently. “Come on Fear and Loathing, time to go.”

Robby takes her hands, but when she tries to pull him up he holds his weight, leans back a bit.

“How’d you know where I was?”

“Karate spy network.”

Robby blinks at her.

“Your dad called my dad,” Sam elaborates, letting go of his hands. “And then my dad called me.” She fishes around in her pocket and pulls out her phone. “And I’d made you activate the Find My app, after the last time you went on the run.” She waves her phone at him. “Fool me once, Robert Swayze.”

Sam takes his hands and tries hauling him to feet again, but Robby doesn’t resist this time and realizes too late that she’s expecting him to. She pulls hard, overbalances, and seemingly in slow motion, tips backwards. She pulls Robby down trying to stop herself, and he falls heavily on top of her with an oof; hips to hips, chest to chest, just narrowly avoiding smacking his forehead into her nose.

“Shit, sorry,” Robby says, rolling off her immediately, feeling humiliated now for maybe the third or fourth time tonight. “You okay?”

“I think,” she wheezes, visibly winded, “that was second base.”

Robby bites back a laugh and helps Sam sit up, brushes some foliage out of her hair while she catches her breath. When they’ve regained some balance, they pull each other to their feet again.

“Come on,” Sam shouts, as they make their way back through the house, over the noise and maze of teenage bodies. “We can grab a burger on the way to mine.”

He lets himself be pulled through it.

“Your house?”

“You’re not going back to your flat on your own.” Sam turns and looks at him over her shoulder, smirks. “Don’t ask my dad if he’s real though, or he’s gonna lose it.”

Mr. Larusso is waiting up for them, in his towel robe and slippers, bent over a book at the table. His expression relaxes a little when he sees them, and Robby’s not sure if that’s relief or if he’s purposely hiding a more unpleasant reaction, but he’s not yelling or kicking anyone’s doors in, so he’s just going to try and roll with it.

“Hi Robby, Sam.”

“Hey Mr. Larusso.” He swallows, and it feels loud. “Sorry to - I know it’s late-”

“It’s not that late,” Sam interrupts, waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t let Dad’s pajamas confuse you, he’s been in them since seven-thirty.”

“It was eight, at least,” Mr. Larusso mutters, sounding genuinely put out by the thirty-minute discrepancy. He gives Robby's shoulder a quick, friendly squeeze as he slips by him. “Sit down, I’ll make you a coffee.”

Sam hands Robby a glass full of water and nudges him toward the sofa, as Mr. Larusso disappears into the kitchen. The TV is playing some old Frasier reruns and maybe it’s the weed –he’s pretty sure it’s the weed– but it feels like he’s walked back into a memory of something he can barely remember. Something warm; gentle; missed tugs at his chest as Sam flops down next to him on the familiar sofa and tucks her head against shoulder, easy as breathing.

Sounds of the coffee machine groaning into life drift in from the next room, and then Mr. Larusso’s voice.

“Hey Johnny, just letting you know–” Mr. Larusso stops, heaves a sigh so long-suffering Robby’s sure he can feel his exhale half a room away. “What do you mean ‘who is this’? The caller ID is right on your-” Another long, exasperated sigh. “Of course you are. Yeah, he’s here.” His voice is a little warmer, softer now. “He’s a little glassy-eyed but seems fine. Yeah, yeah, I’ll put him on.”

Mr. Larusso hands Robby his phone, it’s hot against his ear.

“Dad?”

“Hey champ, everything alright over there?”

His dad’s voice sounds clearer than before, but there’s still an edge of concern.

“Yeah,” Robby answers. “Sam tracked me down on her stalker app, I’m good.”

He hears Sam tsk, but she stays leaning against him.

“Good,” his dad says. “Good. Listen, that thing you were asking me about earlier.”

Robby flinches.

“Yeah, that was weird, sorry.”

“No, I was thinking about it after you called, and I remembered what you were talking about.”

Mr. Larusso places a mug of coffee into his free hand. Robby starts to nod his silent thanks, but he’s already gone again, like a terrifying, coffee-bearing sprite. He sits up a little straighter.

“Oh yeah?”

There’s a rusting noise on the phone, like his dad’s moving around.

“It was when you were four - or five maybe. I can’t remember exactly, but you were just old enough to start calling me a deadbeat to my face.”

Robby’s grip tightens on the mug a fraction.

“I-”

“No, it's fine I was,” His dad clarifies, clearing his throat. “That’s not the point. It was December and I asked you what you wanted for Christmas, and I guess you’d been watching a bunch of TV specials or something and you said, all serious and shit, like it was a challenge, that you wanted a White Christmas.”

Robby laughs.

“Oh man, I wanted snow in the San Fernando Valley?”

“Exactly! As rare as hen’s tits!”

“Teeth,”

“What?”

“Never mind, sorry, go on.”

“Okay, right,” his dad continues, and Robby pretty much knows by now where the story is going, but he lets him tell it anyway. He wants to hear him tell it. “So, you weren’t going to get real snow, but I don’t like to back down from a clear challenge either - no matter how puny the challenger is. I went to Walmart, got as many of those packets of bean bag beans as I could carry, and filled up your living room with that shit.”

“You brought the snow to the valley.” Robby grins, takes a sip of coffee.

“Shan wasn’t super happy about the cleanup, but man.” There’s laughter in his voice. “You loved it.”

And Robby did, he remembers now, the spaces in his memory filling as his dad talks.

Remembers their tiny flat, polystyrene snow in every direction. His breathless giggling as his dad threw fistfuls of it at him. Looking up at his mom, who was smiling back at him; worries all smoothed away.

He remembers jumping up and down on their ratty sofa while snow rained down over him, and the dizzy happiness pinching his ribs. How, swept up in his joy, he threw his arms out wide and leapt into the blizzard; sure in that moment that someone would catch him.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: Fluff, 90s, Baking, Idiots in Love, Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Inspired by Hallmark Christmas Movies, Christmas, Christmas Fluff Summary:

Johnny has no plans to spend the holiday season with anyone. All of the Cobras are spending it with their families, except for Dutch, who is in jail. Bobby asked Johnny to spend it with him, but Johnny didn’t feel like being a tag-along. And since he;s no longer living with his mom and Sid, there’s no worries of forced, uncomfortable family interaction. It’s his first time living alone, in his own matchbox apartment, but he’s determined to make the best of it.

Then he sees Daniel LaRusso when shopping for groceries for his Christmas dinner, and Johnny begins to think that maybe this Christmas won’t suck so much, after all.

#for: mostpeculiarmademoiselle #(secondclassfangirl) #by: ohnoitsthebat #fanfic #rating: g #lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #🎄💖

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Summary: Robert Swayze Keene’s application essay has caught the attention of UCLA’s application committee, and in order to secure his place in UCLA and a full ride scholarship, he must explain that yes, he actually is telling the truth regarding what he wrote there.

Here it is, my barely on time @cksecretsanta23 gift for @ediewritesstuff! I hope you love reading this gift as much as I loved writing it, and I hope you have had a deliriously happy holiday season.

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for @dull-c @cksecretsanta23

summary: it's johnny's first christmas with robby and he's determined to make it okay. he ends up at daniel's house for christmas.

A/N: this was so fun to write and i'm very excited for you to read this! apologies it took a little longer than expected and was slightly rushed, but nonetheless, merry christmas and happy holidays!

Johnny Lawrence didn’t know what to expect. It was his first Christmas with Robby - finally after all of these years - and all he wanted was to not screw it up. He was notorious for ruining everything in his life, so why would Christmas be the exception? He needed this to go over okay. After the last tournament, they had been better. Good, even. Part of that he attributed to Daniel and his good influence - even as hard as that was to admit. Johnny knew the mistakes he made and the irreversible damage they caused, but he was determined to fix it. Bandaids don't fix bullet holes after all. 

Everything was set up to be good, mediocre in the least. Until his power went out, he cursed out the tenant upstairs, almost got into a fight, and burnt the only edible food he had in his kitchen. Breathe in, breathe out, assess the damages. There was a method to his madness, as difficult as it was to see what that method was. He glanced at his watch. There were only 20 minutes until Robby was supposed to be over and there was no way he could host anymore. Hell, even the skinny tree in the corner was falling apart and had no lights to cover it up with. 

And that’s how Johnny Lawrence and his son ended up on Daniel LaRusso’s doorstep on Christmas night.

“Come on in, John. Hey Robby, how are you?” Daniel greeted them as he opened the front door and led them inside. 

“Thanks for having us, Mr. LaRusso,” Robby answered and shook his hand. Johnny rolled his eyes, both in embarrassment and jealousy. Over the phone with Daniel, Daniel had insisted it wasn’t a problem at all to have them. Johnny disagreed, but what other choice did he have? His plans were already ruined anyway and he wasn’t succumbing to Robby going back to Shannon’s alone for Christmas. Robby didn’t mind the change of scenery - God, his politeness and patience were surely not inherited from his father. Johnny couldn’t seem to mind as long as this all got smoothed out and Robby had a good night. 

The LaRusso’s front room was decked out in bright white lights and greenery. Smooth jazz music erupted from the corner, along Amanda quickly adjusted the sound. Johnny peered down one of the hallways, noticing they took the phrase “deck the halls” a little too literally. It was impressive, honestly. 

Amanda approached the pair and was quick to shake their hands. “It’s very nice to see you both,” she told them, lingering slightly at Johnny. Maybe it was the maternal instinct in her to know when something was wrong, but she definitely sensed tension with Johnny. Johnny tightly smiled at her until she walked away to the kitchen, trying to make himself seem put together. 

He turned back towards Robby who was taking in the decorations. “Sorry again, Robby. If that jackass upstairs hadn’t tried to light three trees at once, we wouldn’t be here.” Robby looked up at him, confused.

“It’s okay, Dad. Really.” He let out a breath of relief. Being addressed as ‘Dad’ was new to him and a foreign concept, but it warmed his heart every time he heard it. “I’m gonna say hi to Sam if that’s okay,” Robby said with a small smile. He waved him off and patted his shoulder as he walked past and down the decked hall. He was proud of his son for following in his footsteps in that way; arguably one of the good traits he inherited. For their sake, he hoped it would work out this time. 

“Well, merry Christmas Johnny!” Daniel exclaimed, sneaking up out of nowhere on him. “Mi casa es su casa. Wait, do you know what that means? I know you’re with Miguel a lot but-”

“I’m not an idiot, Daniel. I passed Spanish in high school, thanks to Ali’s homework.” Daniel chuckled, putting his hand on Johnny’s shoulder. 

“And look how far that got you. Make yourself at home, John. Dinner’s almost ready. I don’t have any Coors Banquet, but you can pick your poison.” Daniel presented him with his bar cart, fully stocked with a large variety of alcohol. Johnny mumbled back a thanks and cracked open a beer. 

“If I didn’t know better,” Johnny started, pausing to take a swig out of his bottle. “I’d say you were an alcoholic.”

“And what do you think the cause of that would be?” 

“Bullshit, LaRusso.”

“You’re telling me!” Johnny rolled his eyes at Daniel’s remark. The pair was on better terms now, but those terms still weren’t good . Acquaintances with a past, at most. Either way, Johnny was ready for this night to be over. Daniel led them into the kitchen (which was still, ridiculously decorated) and helped Amanda finish up dinner. Johnny found himself examining their family photos on the mantle and the walls. The most he had was Robby’s soccer picture from God knows how many years ago. He secretly wished for what LaRusso had. The perfect family, the perfect mentor, the perfect life . Aside from his part in it, of course. He’d never admit to it aloud, but he felt its presence everywhere. In everything he did, he realized the weight of the things he’d done and how hard they were to fix. But he was working on it. Trying had to count for something.

Robby, Sam, and Anthony eventually came down from the hall and sat to eat the five-course meal Amanda had prepared. 

“You’ve outdone yourselves. Thank you,” Johnny commented to the couple next to him. Robby sat on the other side of him, but Daniel insisted on sitting next to Johnny (even if it wasn’t his ‘usual’ spot as Anthony put it). 

“Of course, any time,” Amanda accepted with a smile.

Daniel, on the other hand, protested. “A compliment from Johnny Lawrence? It must be a true Christmas miracle.”

“Laugh it up LaRusso. I’m here out of pity.”

“Sure you are, John.” The table succumbed to the silent chatter of forks scraping against plates and small comments here and there. When everyone was finished, Daniel put on Home Alone and ended up at the kitchen island with Johnny. Johnny watched a lot of television and films, sure, but he was enjoying the peace and sense of comfort he found there. It was a change of pace and he hated himself for enjoying it there. At Daniel LaRusso’s mansion nonetheless. “Not a fan of peak Christmas movies?” Daniel approached, holding a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. 

“Nah, I’m just. Watching, I guess.” Johnny didn’t know how to lie very well, which was funny considering his track record. Daniel set the glasses down and gestured to ask permission. Johnny grabbed the glass and nodded. “Thanks, man.”

“You not a fan of Christmas or something?”

“It’s my first Christmas with Robby, you know. My mom, uh, didn’t have a great track record with holidays. I don’t want to repeat the same mistakes,” Johnny admitted, unsure why he was even talking about it. His mom had been gone for years and he didn’t even like to speak about her when she was still here. Daniel just nodded silently and sipped his drink. “I feel like I already ruined it,” he whispered. At this comment, Daniel placed a hand on his shoulder and looked up at him.

“You didn’t ruin it. I may not be your biggest fan, but I can’t watch you self-deprecate like this. You don’t deserve that. And look at him.” He pointed towards Robby, who was laughing on the couch next to Sam. “He’s happy.” 

“No thanks to me.”

“You brought him here. That was enough.” Their conversation lulled as Johnny thought about what he had said. Robby looked happy to be there and that’s all that mattered, wasn’t it? Maybe it wasn’t such a bad night after all, and maybe this was where they were supposed to be. 

“Can I ask a favor?” 

“Sure, Johnny.”

“Do you have wrapping paper?” Daniel coughed out a laugh. 

“Wrapping paper?” He asked back, laughing over his words. 

“Whatever, man, forget I asked.”

“No, no, I do. Come with me.” Johnny rolled his eyes again and followed Daniel to a room opposite the other hallway. “Choose wisely,” Daniel teased, showing him an array of papers. Johnny wasn’t going to bother wrapping Robby’s gift, but he felt like the Christmas spirit was upon him. It didn’t help that he’d never wrapped a present before, but hell if he was going to ask Daniel for instruction. Johnny smiled weakly at him and grabbed a random blue roll with snowflakes on it. Expecting Daniel to leave, Johnny took out the gift from his jacket pocket and tried to align it with the paper. “Johnny,” Daniel sterned. 

“What?”

“Have you ever even, you know, wrapped a gift?”

“Pssh, of course, I have.” Johnny held his pocket knife up towards the paper, the paper crinkling in his hands.

“Doesn’t look like it. Here.” Daniel took a pair of scissors off a desk and laid the wrapping on the floor. Johnny crouched to meet his level and watched the man cut the paper and carefully wrap it around the rectangle. “Tape?”

“Oh, right.” Johnny turned and found the tape, ripping off too long of a piece and handing it to him. Daniel chuckled at it but took it anyway. They continued on it mutually (although Daniel definitely knew what he was doing; Johnny did not). When done, Daniel stood and bowed to it as if it were a karate match. Johnny shook his head at him and took the gift from the floor. “Thank you. I appreciate it, man.”

“Anytime John.” They left the room and returned to their whiskeys at the counter. “You’re really worried about this whole Robby-Christmas thing, aren’t you?” Daniel asked, pushing the subject further. Johnny gulped and took another swig. “For what it’s worth, I think your worry is proof you’re doing something right. As parents, all we want is our kids to be okay.”

“I screwed up. Bad.” He sighed. 

“We all do.” Daniel paused. “Sam’s 8th Christmas? She caught me writing from Santa on a present. How’s that for lazy planning on my part?” Johnny laughed, picturing the story. 

“That’s different.”

“Sure it is. Point is, we make mistakes. We learn from them. We grow up. And along the way, we realize that maybe, someday, things will be forgiven.” Johnny stared at the bottom of his glass, taking the other man’s words to heart. “You’re doing alright, Johnny. And believe it or not, it’s good for you to be in his life. You both deserve that.” 

“You know, I never thought I’d say this, but you give good advice LaRusso.”

“We’re not so different, you and I. We were raised differently - sometimes that’s the only difference. We don’t have to fight.” Daniel smiled meekly. 

“No. I suppose we don’t.”

“Christmas truce?”

“Christmas truce,” he agreed. The men shook hands, accepting the fact that tomorrow was a new day. Maybe in the new year, things would be better for them; they could only hope. The movie shortly ended and Johnny collected his things to leave. Daniel started leading him towards the front door. “Thank you again, Daniel. It was a good Christmas.”

“I would have to agree with you there. Wait, where’s Robby?”

“Saying goodbye to Sam.” Daniel nodded, but as he turned his head towards the hallway, he saw the couple kiss under a conveniently planted mistletoe. Daniel scoffed as Johnny started to smile. “Attaboy,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I guess it is tradition,” Daniel agreed solemnly. “I need another drink.”

“Tradition or not, if you try getting me under that? It’s over LaRusso. I will kick your ass until there’s no ass left to kick.” 

“Ouch. You forget I’m also a trained fighter.”

“I don’t know how I could forget the thing you’ve lorded over me for how many years now?” Johnny started counting on his fingers. Daniel struck his hand down, laughing as he did.

“Point taken.” Robby suddenly appeared from the hall, joining them.

“What’s happening over here?” He asked calmly, a sly smile on his face.

“Your father’s being his ridiculous self.”

“What’s new?” The three of them shared a moment before Johnny and Robby headed out the door, thanking Daniel once again. Once outside, Johnny reached into his pocket.

“Before I forget,” he started, “I wanted you to have this.” Robby looked up at him, his breath condensing in the cold air. He carefully unwrapped the paper, revealing an old walkman. “I know it’s not much and I’m sorry. It used to be mine and it got me through some tough shit. If you think it’s stupid or you don’t want it, that’s fine I-” His rambling was cut off by Robby flinging his arms around him.

“Thank you,” he mumbled into Johnny’s jacket. Johnny, slightly taken aback, hugged him back cautiously and closed his eyes. 

“Merry Christmas kid.”

“Merry Christmas Dad. I love you.” Johnny’s eyes filled with tears and he grabbed onto his son a little tighter. Maybe Daniel was right, in all of his weird wisdom and philosophy. Some things were worth fixing.

“I love you too, Robby.” 

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Cobra Kai Secret Santa 2023 Entry

Sorry it's late but @an-sceal this one's for you! Thanks @cksecretsanta23

#for: an-sceal #by: mxdelphiburke #fanfic #rating: t #larussos/johnny #amanda larusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #polyamory #throuple #cobra kai #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #<33333

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It's not late YET, @thereminwriting, but it's also not finished yet. Still, I hope you enjoy this first part, and the rest is on the way! Happy @cksecretsanta23!

#for: thereminwriting #by: an-sceal #fanfic #wip #rating: t #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #the karate kid #cobra kai #cksecretsanta23 #i haven't read this yet but I just read the summary and i am Sold fam

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hi fam, happy 2024! (the karate kid turns 40 this year! sick!)

thanks to everyone who has posted so far - your gifts are amazing and I have been eating that shit up.

just a quick reminder that the official posting period is approaching its end! (jan 15). if you need an extension on your secret santa gift that's no probs, just please ensure you get in touch with @dull-c or @crimsonblackrose so that we can let your secret santa know there's a delay and when they're likely to receive their gift. don't leave them (and us) in indefinite suspense pls.

thank you! <3

#cksecretsanta23 #posting gifts

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Secret Santa gift for @wicked-jade (I’m so very sorry for the wait <3)

Brats in love.

#for: wicked-jade #by: zappedbyzabka #fanfic #rating: explicit #dutch/johnny #johnny lawrence #dutch #bobby brown #the karate kid #cobra kai #cksecretsanta23 #❤️‍🔥💝

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After an unplanned night of passion, Daniel and Johnny’s relationship goes from bad to worse.  But can they put their differences aside and tell each other how they really feel in time for Christmas?

Lawrusso fluff, rated Teen.

Happy (slightly belated) Christmas @russolaw! This is chapter 1 of your @cksecretsanta23 gift - hope you enjoy it!

#for: russolaw #by: pinktintedmonocle #fanfic #wip #rating: mature #lawrusso #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #cobra kai #graphics #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #💝💝💝

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence Additional Tags: New Year’s Eve, First Kiss, Dancing, Clubbing, Awkward Dad Flirting, Fluff Summary:

Johnny takes Daniel out on New Year’s Eve.

A/N: written as a @cksecretsanta23 gift for @stevieevenstar - happy holidays & happy new year, please enjoy these soft karate dads!

#for: stevieevenstar #by: vveissesfleisch #fanfic #rating: t #lawrusso #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #cobra kai #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #💘💕💓

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Is there any chance of an extension? I had a sudden personal death in my family this Christmas and my SS gift is going to be late. I will still be giving it, but I’m not sure if I can make it by the deadline. I’m so sorry.

i’m very sorry for your loss, that’s awful. we can absolutely work something out extension wise-but could you please DM @dull-c or @crimsonblackrose to discuss when you are able? thank you

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January 1985, Daniel LaRusso goes to the West Valley High's Winter Formal with Ali Mills. He's expecting a nice little party with some good music, some spiked fruit punch and maybe a bit of kissing while he slow dances. What he doesn't expect is a huge creature crashing the party and terrorizing everyone and if that wasn't bad enough already he has to team up with Johnny Lawrence, his (ex?) rival, to save the day. Talk about formative experiences!

it's the night time that flatters by Evanaissante for @cookietastic

THE FIC // THE PLAYLIST

written for the @cksecretsanta23

⬇️ message for cookietastic underneath ⬇️

hi cookie!! im your secret santa!

sorry for the delay for this work but i think i might have bit more than i could chew with this! hopefully you enjoy the fic (and the playlist and the very simple moodboard). i loved working on this and i really hope my love for this fic can be felt in the finished product!

also, as a personal message, i think you're immensely cool and your art is absolutely stunning! it needed to be said!

i hope you had great holidays and i wish you a happy new year!

- marie <3

#for: cookietastic #by: landslided #fanfic #moodboard #playlist #rating: mature #lawrusso #alisusan #dutchtommy #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #ali mills #susan #barb #the cobras #the karate kid #cobra kai #cksecretsanta23 #💖

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This piece is for @puella-peanut! I was your Secret Santa!

I freaked out a bit when the mods assigned you to me. What are the odds that I'd get my favorite person on this site??

I hope this isn't a weird thing to admit, but you were my inspiration to start writing again, and I'm eternally grateful to you for that. Thank you so much for interacting with me so often; you've made me feel very welcome in the KK fandom (as well as the Silverusso "fandom" LOL)

Note, I'm so sorry this is late! I've been very busy recently with work and moving out, but I really wanted to make something worthwhile, so I didn't want to rush either. I have another piece I'm working on for you, but knowing me it'll take like a month to finish and I didn't want you to think that your Secret Santa just forgot! So I'm posting what I do have finished right now.

I hope you had a great Christmas, and that you have a wonderful New Year!

(This piece is inspired by a promo shot for the Elvis movie "Viva Las Vegas". I started writing a KK AU for that movie a bit ago but that's a story for another day...)

#for: puella-peanut #by: kovajean #fanart #rating: g #silverusso #daniel larusso #terry silver #the karate kid #cobra kai #cksecretsanta23 #💝

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Karate Kid (Movies), Cobra Kai (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Daniel LaRusso/Chozen Toguchi Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Chozen Toguchi Additional Tags: mild violence due to sparring, Hurt/Comfort, First Kiss Summary:

While left alone at the house, Daniel and Chozen decide to spar. After Daniel gets hurt, some barely-hidden feelings come to the surface and the rest, they say, is history.

I got @nutsackx for the @cksecretsanta23! I hope you enjoy this fic and that you’re having some lovely holidays!

#for: nutsackx #by: phoomwhoosh #fanfic #rating: mature #danzen #daniel larusso #chozen toguchi #cobra kai #the karate kid #cksecretsanta23 #🥰