For the last @allvalley100 Amnesty Week, I've written a Robby & Johnny double drabble for the prompt One Last Time:

They say one day you pick your kid up and you won’t even know it, but it’ll be for the last time. 

Robby had been four. Johnny lifted him out of his car and carried him, still sleeping, back to his mom’s late on a Sunday.

He’d been late picking him up, and Shan said that he could forget about having Robby on weekends if he was going to jerk her around. That she needed to know whether he’d be there or not, so she could make plans.

That was the last time Johnny held his son.

Until the next. 

“Jesus Christ, kid, are you trying to kill yourself?” Johnny said, putting his arm around Robby and helping him up.

“It’s not a big deal,” Robby said with a wince. “I fall all the time. I’m made of rubber: I basically bounce.”

His leg gave way a little under him and Johnny’s arm tightened around his waist, taking more of his weight.

“Lean on me, okay?” Johnny said. “I’ve got you.”

“I’m not a kid, dad, you don’t have to carry me anymore,” Robby said, rolling his eyes, but gripping his father’s shoulder a little tighter.

“Hey, one last time.”

For the last amnesty week, "one last time" @allvalley100. I end as I began: with Carmen

When Carmen kisses her husband for the last time, she's unsure of whether or not it really will be.

He won't give up his criminal activities for her. She doubts he'll give them up for the child she's found out she's carrying. She's scared, and betrayed, but she's young and sentimental enough to decide that if she still feels something beautiful when they kiss, she'll keep trying with him.

All she feels is uncomfortable and anxious that he'll know she wants to leave from the tremble of her lips.

(Thank God, she'll think years later. Thank God that was enough.)

( @allvalley100 — Amnesty Week: One Last Time, Sam/Tory/Miguel/Robby, PG )

Sam finishes helping her son tie his gi. When people ask who his father is, often looking with furrowed brow between Miguel and Robby, Sam likes to grin and say, “Tory.”

“You sure this is a good idea?” Tory asks now.

“I mean,” says Miguel, “we all—” He ducks his head. “—Get along. Who’s left to be his archrival?”

The four of them stare at the kids lining up along the mat.

“I’m sure it’s fine,” says Sam.

“Right, no.” Robby twitches.

“Silly,” says Sam with a laugh, as they scan the row of faces one last time.

ONE LAST TIME

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“Oh no,” Daniel exclaims while looking at his laptop screen.

Johnny scoots closer to him on their bed. “What is it?”

“The All-Valley 100 drabble challenge is ending,” Daniel replies, a faint sadness in his voice.

Johnny huffs. “Good. Maybe they’ll stop writing porn about us now.”

Daniel turns to look at him, eyebrow raised. “You really think that’s gonna stop them?”

Johnny frowns. Daniel’s got a point there.

Daniel’s expression softens. “Want me to read all of them to you again?”

Johnny rolls his eyes, pretending to be annoyed, but after a second, he relents. 

“Okay. One last time.”

WILD CARD

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Her whole life, people have been telling her she’s a wild card.

Her parents, her teachers, her various flings.

That blond pretty boy that she, unfortunately, fell head over heels with.

When her doctor confirmed what she had been dreading for weeks, Shannon felt his judgmental gaze upon her.

You’re pregnant, Miss Keene.

So, when she’s watching Robby lifting his trophy at the Sekai Taikai, all of their friends and family forming a tight circle around him, cheering and laughing and clapping, her heart swells with pride and joy.

Wild card or not, she raised that boy all by herself.

You’re The Best Around

Written for the @allvalley100 Word Drabble Challenge. This time it was “One Last Time” for Amnesty week. 100 words as counted by A03. Fifth and final fill.

This turned out to be a stealth sequel to this Daniel and Mr. Miyagi drabble I wrote last year.

…

“I thought we’d get some sun,” Daniel says, pushing Mr. Miyagi’s wheelchair through the hospital’s parking-lot to where an old yellow convertible waits.

“Daniel-san—“

“Tinkered around with him a little,” Daniel admits as they near. “Got him running like a dream, so I thought—let’s go for a spin! Newark. Reseda. An All-Valley Tournament.” Daniel grins. “Anywhere you wanna.”

One last time goes unsaid and understood. 

But Mr. Miyagi smiles, just like he’d done so long ago. Before Daniel grew up. Before Mr. Miyagi grew old. 

Daniel clears his throat. “Okay, Mr. Miyagi?”

And Mr. Miyagi nods. “Hai, Daniel-san. Hai.”

…

How could I not end it where it all began? 

Thanks so much AllValley100 for putting these wonderful prompts together, and letting us gather, write, and compare notes for all this time. Thanks to ya’ll, I took up writing again after leaving it for a couple years, and I also got to be engaged in fandom life in a such a nice way!

You guys made it a challenge (some weeks harder than others, haha!) but you also made it fun. Memorable. I’m so happy I took part in it, and also so happy that I had the privilege to read so many great fills from all these excellent writers!! 

You’re all the best around 🥋

Until we meet again 🤜 ♥️

For @allvalley100's Amnesty Week (V), Aftercare.

Happy Silverusso Day!

Thank you so much for hosting this weekly challenge. It means more to me than you'll ever know, and gave me something to look forward to every week (even if - or especially when - RL sometimes got in the way). I thoroughly enjoyed reading everyone's entries and sharing my own, as well as the challenge itself of fitting a story in exactly 100 words. Thank you again, and so much love 💖💖💖

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Daniel didn’t think it would actually happen.  Mr. Silver was his karate teacher who was almost twice his age and richer than God.  There was no chance someone like that would be interested in someone like him.

How wrong he was about that.

“Are you okay, Danny?” Terry asked softly, cradling Daniel in his arms like he was something so fragile and so precious.  “Was it everything you hoped it would be?”

Daniel snuggled in closer.  “No.”

Terry raised an amused eyebrow.  “No?”

“No.”  Daniel smiled and planted a tender kiss on Terry’s jaw.  “It was more.  So much more.”

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Prompt: One Last Time/Bookends

Pairings: YasMoon, Hawkmetri

So for my last-ever AllValley100 post I decided it was only fitting to write a sequel to my first-ever AV100 drabble! And during pride month, too??? A perfect (if bittersweet) ending to this very important chapter of my life, which finally taught me how to write concisely for the first time in 26 years ;_____;

Moon finally gathered up the courage to send a message to Yasmine, bless <3

“Lookit you, Little Miss Pride Month! Bold choice.”

Demetri does a double take when Moon walks in, hair now a dreamsicle orange fading into candy pink tips.

“One last try to tell Yas about…you know. Your boyfriend helped dye it!”

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“Thought you were bisexual.”

Once she’s past the initial shock, it’s all Yasmine has to say.

“I am.” Moon eyes her coyly. “I’ve just…been leaning more toward girls lately.”

Her gaze trails over Yasmine. The blonde’s eyes widen in realization.

“You could’ve just told me!”

“But—”

Yasmine grabs Moon’s shawl, yanking her in. “Kiss me already, you moron.”

@allvalley100 yet another drabble for Amnesty Week comes! This is a continuation of the RITUAL prompt/Silverusso Day fic, but this time utilizing the WILD CARD prompt.

This was not normally the sort of event Daniel Larusso would go to.

However, Chozen and Kumiko Toguchi had flown from Okinawa to go to this Labyrinth Masquerade and had even made him a costume, so how could he say no?

Shannon Lawrence had dragged him onto the ballroom floor for the Promenade dance, and halfway through, an uncommonly, familarly? tall man knocked Shannon down, seemingly dancing away without a care.

After picking her up, Daniel stomped up to the man, tapped his shoulder and snapped, motioning to Shannon, “You apologize to her now!”

The man turned around.

Mr Silver?!

@allvalley100 here’s another prompt for the Amnesty Week, this time with my take on RITUAL! Additionally, this is a preview for the piece I had hoped to complete for Silverusso Day, but I’m hoping the taste of it delights enough for now.

Terry sighed, adjusting his Jareth costume one last time.

Every year since its founding, Terry Silver would go to the Labyrinth Masquerade ball, find the guest who most resembled his darling Danny-boy, and promptly fuck their brains out.

He had made quite a few friends this way… an actor named Chris (now happily married to some karate bimbo in New York… Ruben, right?), a mad scientist named Lee almost more deranged than Terry himself (oh Terry had nearly loved him), most recently a police officer named Nick…

This year would be different, though. He could feel it in his bones.

@allvalley100 so happy to be posting at least one drabble for the final Amnesty Week!

Here’s my take on the BLEEP prompt, and yes, it is definitely NSFW from the get-go, so it’s under a Read More tag!

@allvalley100 For my final fill, I'm taking it back to the very first prompt, Trial and Error. I want to thank you both again for all of your hard work and dedication to keeping this challenge going for as long as you did. It was fun while it lasted, and will be sorely missed. 💖

Johnny tugged his jacket around himself to ward off the chill ocean breeze. When the kids said they were throwing Daniel a surprise birthday/beach party, he’d been on board.

Little did he know they meant this beach. Somehow, after a lifetime of trials and countless errors, they’d wound up right where they started.

“Can’t believe that old thing still fits you,” Daniel chuckled. He sank down in the sand beside him and handed him a piping hot Sam’ore.

“And I can’t believe we’re here,” Johnny replied, looping an arm around Daniel’s shoulders.

“You’re alright, Lawrence.”

“Love you too, Twerp.”

Very last drabble for @allvalley100, for the prompt 'One Last Time'. And as it's Silverusso Day today, it's a Daniel/Terry fill.

“This is the last time”, Daniel panted.

Terry smirked in answer, resting one hand on Daniel’s hip while splaying the fingers of the other across the back of his neck.

“I mean it”, Daniel reiterated unconvincingly.  He tugged at the belt of Terry’s silk robe and the garment gaped open.  “We can’t keep doing this.”

“Of course we can’t”, Terry said soothingly, pressing on Daniel’s nape to push his face between his pecs.

As Daniel emitted a muffled whimper of pleasure, Terry used his considerable strength to scoop up the smaller man and carry him, bridal style, into the bedroom.

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Characters: Daniel, Jimmy, Bobby, Johnny (implied), Tommy (implied), Dutch (implied)

Ship: Lawrusso

Warning: None

Rating: T

Amnesty Week Prompt: Poker Face

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Daniel sat between Bobby and Jimmy on the bus. His heart had pounded like a jackrabbit but Bobby had shared his snacks and Jimmy pointed out things they passed.

He'd look, but his attention drew back to the blonde head several rows up between two other blondes one with roots grown out. The red jacket gone, shoulders slumped.

"He's having a rough time."

"You can take him this."

Daniel looked at them startled.

"You've got a shit poker face," Jimmy said with a smile.

Daniel took the snacks and stumbled his way forward falling at a bump into their row.

@allvalley100 Another Amnesty Week entry, this one for the Snake Oil prompt. Four drabbles, 100 words each. Figured I might as well use this last opportunity to write a little Silverlaw.

This is set in S4, sometime between "Match Point" and "Party Time." Instead of luring Johnny to the old dojo and beating the shit out of him, Silver tracks him down at a bar and properly introduces himself.

~~~~~

Johnny stared into his glass of bottom shelf whiskey, LaRusso’s words ringing in his ears.

I need to take over our students’ training from now on…

My dojo…

What’s best for Miguel…

The fucking nerve of that arrogant little prick. As much as he hated to admit it, Kreese was right. This was inevitable. LaRusso’s turf, LaRusso’s rules. He was never gonna accept him as an equal partner. He was always gonna find some excuse to push him out.

Johnny slammed his drink and motioned to the bartender for another.

“Let me buy your next round?” a slithery voice offered.

~~~~~

Johnny glanced over to find Kreese’s bridge partner sitting on the sticky barstool beside him.

“Whaddya want?” Johnny slurred, sizing him up. Didn’t look so scary to him.

How could anyone be scared of a senior citizen with a ponytail?

Silver gave him a slippery smile. “I’m afraid we weren’t properly introduced, I’m…”

“Terry Silver,” Johnny interrupted. “Or should I call you Twig?”

One of the man’s icy blue eyes twitched. Johnny smirked. “Yeah, finally realized where I’d seen you. Kreese’s old army photos.”

“We served together, yes.”

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck. Cut the crap. Why’re you here?”

~~~~~

“I heard that you and Danny-boy split up.”

The bartender set two glasses down. Johnny lifted his and gave the amber liquid a swirl.

“No shit, Sherlock. Pretty sure the whole Valley knows that by now.”

“Yes, I saw the video of your little rematch. You would’ve won, if not for that illegal move.”

“Yeah, what else is new?” Johnny seethed, taking a sip. It was top shelf, not the paint thinner he’d been drinking.

“Impressive, that you were able to take him down, half-paralyzed,” Silver smarmed.

“Why. Are. You. Here?”

“Because, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

~~~~~

“Yeah, well, much as I’d love to punch the smile off LaRusso’s smarmy face, Kreese’s still Public Enemy Number One. He’s going down.”

Silver’s lips twisted in a bitter smile. “Y’know, Johnny begged me to come back. To help put Cobra Kai back on top. But the stubborn bastard’ll never change. It’s always his way or the highway. He and LaRusso have way more in common than either of ‘em would care to admit. And so do we.”

Johnny took another sip, weighing his options as he savored the smokey bite of expensive Scotch.

“So it would seem. Start talking.”

@allvalley100 I couldn't let the last Amnesty Week to by with out a little Dutch/Johnny. For the Black and Blue prompt.

“Hold still, will you?”

“Dutch, this is stupid. Let me up…”

Dutch placed a hand on Johnny’s bare chest and pushed him back into the pillows.

“C’mon, babe. Humor me? For a few more minutes? Please?”

“Fine. Just try not to poke me in the eye again,” Johnny grumbled.

“Stop moving and I won’t.”

Johnny stuck his tongue out but obeyed, only flinching when the mascara wand was brought near his eye.

When Dutch was finished, he sat back, straddling Johnny’s hips as he admired his handiwork. Ruby red lips. Pink cheeks. Blue eyes, lined in blackest black.

“Fucking gorgeous.”