Rince And Repeat

Rince and Repeat

by CatyPinPevencie

They weren’t going to accept defeat after seeing the fight was rigged. So they had gone to explain that, like the civilized adults they were.

Of course it hadn’t gone well.

And of course Daniel was the one to draw the short stick.

At least now he gets to have a nice life. Right?

Right?

Words: 880, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Cobra Kai (Web Series), Karate Kid (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: Other

Characters: Daniel LaRusso, Johnny Lawrence, John Kreese, Terry Silver, Lucille LaRusso, Mr. Miyagi (Karate Kid), Ali Mills (Karate Kid), Bobby Brown (Karate Kid), Dutch (Karate Kid), Tommy (Karate Kid), Jimmy (Karate Kid), And pretty much everyone else - Character, Original Characters

Relationships: Daniel LaRusso & Johnny Lawrence, Amanda LaRusso/Daniel LaRusso (past), Daniel LaRusso/Johnny Lawrence

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fix-It, of sorts, Time Travel, Slow Build, Slow Burn, I meant it when I say we are going to go slow, No underage/adult pairing, Not Canon Compliant, Canon went out the window from the very beginning, long fic, Canon Typical Violence, Major Character Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Humor, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39480012

you may have all you want baby [but I got something you need] - Chapter 4

[Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4]

Everything is blurry and fuzzy around the edges.

Daniel blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision, only to be met with a dizzying wave of nausea. Changing course, he turns his head, and instead focuses on the painting of a vase hanging on the wall across from his bed. It’s kind of ugly, if he’s being honest, and there aren’t even any flowers in the vase. It’s just a blue vase on a brown table.

No, ugly is too mean. But boring. Or, maybe, Daniel just doesn’t get it.

Which, he reflects, is entirely possible, given his current state.

His arm throbs, a piercing little sting in time with his heartbeat, acting as an embarrassing reminder of his overambitious zeal. But he’d been tired of the tarps coming loose with every little gust of wind, and the final pieces had been delivered that morning, and really, how hard could it be to install a couple of French doors?

Pretty damn hard, as it turns out.

And now he’ll have to order new doors, on top of everything else.

“You look like shit, man.”

Daniel rolls over slowly, having learned his lessons earlier, to find Johnny standing in the door, arms crossed and brows raised. The nurse had closed the blinds and turned down the lights in his hospital room during her last check-up, so the only source of light is coming from the hallway, casting Johnny in a warm, almost otherworldly glow.

It does wonders for his dumb, beautiful, golden hair.

“Why, thank you,” Johnny chuckles, low and teasing, which means Daniel must have said that last part out loud. He walks over to sit down on the edge of the bed, grinning cheekily. “All natural, too, baby.”

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