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| bite back |

chapter twenty two of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The cheering was louder. The judges were stricter. Cobra Kai fighters were hitting harder—and not always within the rules.

But you and Tory? You weren’t backing down.

You were a problem now. Not just to their ranking board, but to their reputation. And Silver’s students could feel it.

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- the second round – you vs. cobra kai -

Your next opponent was from Silver’s new elite team��a wiry girl with a twisted smile and a nasty reputation for illegal strikes.

You knew it the second she stepped onto the mat. She didn’t want to win. She wanted to hurt you.

The ref called “Begin!” and you immediately ducked her first roundhouse. Clean. But the second came faster, clipped your ribs.

You stepped back, circled, breathed. You weren’t scared—but you were done playing nice.

When she lunged again, you countered hard—a strike to her side, a sweep that dropped her to one knee, then a clean backfist to the chest.

Point. You.

She snarled. Came up swinging. The ref didn’t even catch her grabbing your gi—illegal. You shoved her off.

No point. No warning.

So you adapted.

You waited. Baited her. Let her overextend—and then slammed her with a textbook-perfect combination straight from Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang alike.

Point. Point. Match.

You walked off without a word. But inside?

You were furious.

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- backstage – tory sees red -

When Tory saw the faint red mark on your ribs, her jaw tightened.

“She hit you low?” she asked, barely keeping her voice steady.

“She tried to cheat her way through the match,” you said. “Didn’t work.”

Tory paced like a caged animal. “Silver’s pulling strings. They want to shake us up—break us down before the finals.”

You touched her wrist gently. “They don’t know who they’re dealing with.”

Tory met your gaze, the fire behind her eyes burning hotter than ever. “They’re gonna learn.”

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- tory’s second round – a message sent -

When Tory stepped into the ring, it was clear her opponent—a Cobra Kai boy with a record of dirty moves—was cocky.

He circled her with a smirk, speaking just loud enough for the crowd to hear. “Hope you’re not too distracted, Nichols. I saw what they did to your girl.”

Tory didn’t blink. She just raised her hands.

He lunged—sloppy.

She punished.

Strike. Block. Elbow. Kick. Another. She didn’t even need the third point.

It ended in less than a minute.

She turned her back on him before the ref finished raising her hand.

From the stands, a Cobra Kai sensei glared. You didn’t have to guess who sent them.

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- that night – the quiet after the storm -

You and Tory sat on the rooftop of the tournament hotel, knees touching, the city glowing below you.

“She’s okay,” you said finally. “Sam made it to the semis. So did Miguel. We’re not alone in this.”

Tory nodded slowly. “I know. I just… I can’t stand seeing them come for you.”

“They’ve come for me before,” you reminded her. “But now? I’ve got you.”

Tory turned toward you then, her voice quieter. “You’re not just some girl I’m dating. You’re… the reason I don’t burn everything down.”

You smiled, leaning in. “We’ll burn them down. Together.”

And when you kissed her—slow, deep, steady—it felt like a vow.

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how is this? angry gf vibes are eating!

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| into the fire |

chapter twenty one of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The crowd at the Valley Unity Tournament was massive.

Rows of bleachers packed with students, parents, senseis, and ex-fighters. Banners from every dojo hung overhead—Cobra Kai’s new snake emblem looming like a challenge in bold red and black.

But none of that phased you.

Not with Tory beside you, lacing up her gloves with razor-sharp focus.

You leaned in and said, “Ready to show the Valley what happens when you mess with us?”

She didn’t smile. Not yet. Just locked eyes with you and said, “I’ve been ready.”

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- the opening rounds - chaos in motion -

You were in the girls’ lightweight division. Tory was in the middleweight. Sam, Moon, Devon, and even Kim Da-Eun’s newest prodigies filled the brackets like chess pieces waiting to be moved.

Your first fight came fast—against someone from Topanga Karate, tall and fast, but you were quicker. More fluid. You ducked, struck, blocked, countered.

Point. Point. Point.

Tory stood ringside, arms crossed, pride simmering in her eyes like embers.

When you walked off the mat with your win, she didn’t say a word—just bumped your shoulder gently and handed you a water bottle.

Her turn.

Her opponent was from Silver’s Cobra Kai—a smirking, cocky girl with brutal speed and no restraint.

Tory dodged the first strike, let the second graze her arm, and then? She snapped into action.

Her movements were all fire and steel. She fought like someone with something to protect. And when the final point rang out, the girl from Cobra Kai stumbled back, defeated and furious.

Tory didn’t even blink.

You met her at the edge of the mat. “You’ve leveled up.”

She glanced at you. “I’m just getting started.”

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- backstory – a moment alone -

You and Tory sat in the prep room, wrapping your wrists again before the next round. The energy backstage buzzed with nerves and noise, but it all faded the second she looked at you.

“You looked like a storm out there,” you said.

Tory chuckled. “You should’ve seen me when I used to fight with nothing to lose.”

“You’ve got a lot to lose now.”

She nodded, then added quietly, “And I’m not letting go of any of it. Especially not you.”

Before you could respond, the announcer’s voice echoed: “Fighters, prepare for round two.”

Tory stood, adjusting her belt. “Let’s go tear down the old world.”

You smirked. “And build a better one.”

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how is this???? srry it’s VERYYYY late I’m busyyyy :(((

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it’s been exactly 1 month since my bday but I was busy sooooo. also my school finally ends in like 2 dayssss!!!!!!!

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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request from @johnnylawerencegirl1984

here’s your (very late) request!

| kicks before cribs |

young! johnny lawrence x fem! reader

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You never thought Johnny Lawrence—star athlete, karate champ, and certified bad boy of West Valley High—would turn into the sweetest, most insanely overprotective boyfriend on the planet.

But the moment you told him you were pregnant, the switch flipped.

He stared at you in stunned silence at first, eyes wide. Then his hand slowly reached for your stomach, like he was afraid it wasn’t real.

“Wait… I knocked you up?”

You gave him the look.

“I mean—hell yeah, I knocked you up!”

From that day on, Johnny became a walking shield. Every hallway at school, he was glued to your side. If anyone looked at you too long, he’d give them the Cobra Kai death glare.

“Keep walkin’, dude. She’s busy growing my kid.”

Tummy rubs? Constant. He didn’t even try to hide it anymore. Whether you were at school, in the car, or lying in his bed while listening to rock ballads, his hand was there.

Sometimes he’d press his ear to your stomach, talking to the baby like it was already in the dojo.

“Hey little dude… or dudette. You’re gonna be so cool. Like, cooler than LaRusso—not that it’s hard.”

Speaking of Daniel… the rivalry didn’t stop.

When Daniel offered to carry your books once (innocently!), Johnny nearly lost it.

“You think I can’t carry her books? What do you want, a medal? Back off, Karate Kid.”

But even with all the bravado, you saw a whole new side of Johnny. He’d buy you snacks, rub your feet after school, and once even skipped practice to stay with you when you had a bad wave of morning sickness.

“I swear, if I could beat up whatever’s making you sick, I would. Just say the word.”

And at night, when it was just the two of you and the soft sound of Van Halen in the background, he’d hold you close, his hand resting protectively over your belly.

“Never thought I’d say this… but this kid? He’s already my whole world.”

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oop jst noticed this

This show is crazy lol, they literally did this with both of them during super intense scenes with their ex mortal enemies that they’ve been obsessed with for years. This is like something out of a fanfiction 😂

*I do not get the credit for making this connection I just wanted to make a post with all the images in one place

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| snakes in the shadows |

chapter twenty of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The Valley Unity Tournament was two weeks away, and things were escalating.

Fast.

The Miyagi-Do/Eagle Fang alliance was stronger than ever, with training now happening in triple shifts. Tory had stepped into a leadership role like she was born for it—confident, commanding, protective. You’d never seen her like this, and every time you watched her coach the younger students, your heart did a full somersault.

But beneath it all… you could feel it.

Something was off.

And it wasn’t just pre-tournament nerves.

-later that night – the larusso home-

You were helping Amanda and Sam clean up dinner when Miguel burst through the back door, breathless.

“They trashed the dojo,” he said.

Silence. Sharp. Immediate.

You dropped the plate you were holding. Tory, who had just walked in behind him, froze.

“What?” she asked, her voice low and dangerous.

Miguel nodded. “Not everything. Just the inside—equipment smashed, scrolls torn off the wall, someone spray-painted ‘Strike First or Get Crushed’ across the mat.”

Daniel and Johnny showed up five minutes later. And after confirming it wasn’t just kids pulling a prank, the mood shifted from focused to furious.

“Terry Silver’s sending a message,” Daniel said quietly.

Tory clenched her fists. “Then it’s time we send one back.”

You touched her hand gently, grounding her. “Not like them. We do this our way.”

She looked at you for a long second, then nodded. “Right. Our way.”

-the next day ─ back at the dojo-

The dojo was quiet. Too quiet.

Everyone stood in a circle around the damage. The banners were still shredded. One of the practice dummies had been lit on fire. You recognized Cobra Kai’s aggression like muscle memory—and felt your spine straighten.

“I trained with them long enough to know,” you said to the group. “This wasn’t about sabotage. It was about intimidation. They want to get in our heads before the first round.”

“Let’s not give them the satisfaction,” Sam said firmly.

Tory crossed her arms. “No. Let’s beat them. In front of the whole Valley.”

The fire in her voice was enough to quiet the room. Even Johnny looked impressed.

You stepped forward. “We rebuild. We get sharper. And when that tournament starts? We show them that balance doesn’t mean weakness. That peace doesn't mean surrender.”

And just like that, the dojo buzzed to life again.

-that night ─ your room-

You were stretched out on your bed, textbooks forgotten beside you, when there was a soft knock.

Tory stepped in, hoodie over her training gear, face soft but tired.

“You okay?” you asked, sitting up.

She closed the door, then sat on the edge of your bed. “I hate how fast I slip into that headspace. The one where I just want to fight, destroy, hit back harder.”

You reached over and laced your fingers through hers. “You’re not that girl anymore. You’re allowed to be angry. But you’re also allowed to grow.”

She looked at you then like you were the only thing anchoring her to earth. “What if I lose control again?”

You leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her temple. “Then I’ll be there. Every step.”

She turned toward you, and suddenly her mouth was on yours—more desperate than usual. Like she needed to remind herself that she had something to fight for.

You didn’t stop her.

And when you pulled away, breathless, your forehead rested against hers as you whispered, “They can come at us with everything they have. We’ve got each other. That’s more than they’ll ever understand.”

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chapter twenty!!! how do you like the emotional depth of this chapter?

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| fire forged |

chapter nineteen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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You’d trained hard before—but this was different.

This time, it wasn’t just about skill. It was about trust. About unity. About building something together that couldn’t be broken—not by Silver, not by Cobra Kai, not by fear.

And everyone felt it.

The dojo was alive with energy. Sam sparred with Hawk, Miguel trained with Demetri, and Johnny shouted across the mat like he was coaching a championship football team. But the center of it all—the heart—was you and Tory.

You’d been leading warmups, refining forms, pushing combos further than anyone else in the room. Tory matched your pace with a fire in her eyes that screamed both “don’t mess with me” and “I’m home.”

-later – backyard training circle-

Daniel had set up a rotating sparring ring, pairing fighters together one by one. When he called your name, you didn’t hesitate.

“Against… Tory.”

A ripple of curiosity moved through the crowd.

You both smirked.

“Really?” she asked under her breath as you stepped onto the mat.

“You scared, Nichols?”

“Of you? Never.”

It started playfully, a graceful flurry of movement and strategy. You knew each other too well to land a clean hit early on. But somewhere in the middle of the match, things shifted.

She swept low, nearly catching your leg. You blocked it just in time, rolled, and came up with a kick that she dodged by a hair.

A spark lit in her eyes.

And then you saw it—not just the fighter, but the fire you’d fallen for.

By the end of the round, neither of you had landed a clean strike. But it didn’t matter. You were grinning too hard to care, and so was she.

Daniel shook his head. “That was… something else.”

Johnny just muttered, “Get a room.”

Everyone laughed.

-evening ─ you and tory alone-

You sat under the tree at the edge of the property, sweat drying on your skin, training gi draped loosely around your shoulders.

Tory leaned back on her hands beside you, hair wild, breathing still heavy from the last round.

“You’re dangerous,” she said, bumping her shoulder into yours.

You smirked. “You love it.”

“I do.”

That simple admission hung in the air between you. No hesitation. No walls.

Then she added, softer, “This tournament… it’s not just about proving something to Cobra Kai. It’s about proving something to myself. That I’m more than what they made me. That I’ve changed.”

You reached out, brushing your fingers over hers. “You have. And you're not fighting alone this time.”

Tory leaned in and kissed you, slow and sure. When she pulled back, her voice dropped.

“Let’s win this thing.”

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tell me your thoughts on this and sorry for the late posts, i've been busy since school's end is around the corner.

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request from @johnnylawerencegirl1984(pt 2 of crossroads)

| bridges |

robby keene x fem! reader(miguel diaz x sam larusso-secondary-)

pt 2/2

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(Robby’s POV)

Physical therapy sucked.

Not just because of the pain—but because of what it made him feel. Helpless. Slower. Less than who he used to be.

But every time he thought about skipping a session, your voice would echo in his head.

“You’ve already been through the worst. Everything after this is just rebuilding.”

You were right. You usually were.

Today, he was back at the dojo, cleared for light training. He expected to ease back into things with Johnny.

What he didn’t expect was to walk in and see Miguel Diaz standing on the mat, towel slung around his neck.

Johnny clapped his hands. “Surprise. You two are training together.”

Robby blinked. “What?”

Miguel looked equally thrown. “Uh… seriously?”

Johnny folded his arms. “You two want peace? Earn it. One rep at a time.”

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(Miguel’s POV)

This wasn’t what he signed up for.

He thought helping Johnny teach the little kids class would be his contribution to healing—not sparring with the guy whose leg he’d accidentally broken.

But when Robby stepped onto the mat, something was different. He didn’t look angry. Or bitter. Just… tired.

“I’ll go easy,” Miguel offered.

Robby nodded. “Don’t. I need real practice.”

Miguel raised an eyebrow. “You sure?”

Robby smirked. “You’re not that dangerous.”

That broke the tension—just a little.

They circled each other. Miguel kept it light, measuring Robby’s movement, noticing how he favored the recovering knee. But Robby surprised him with how smooth his defense was. Slower, but smart.

After a few exchanges, Johnny called out, “That’s enough. Not bad, both of you.”

Miguel turned to Robby, breathing hard. “You’re still sharp.”

“Still stubborn,” Robby shot back. “But thanks.”

They bumped fists.

It wasn’t much—but it was a start.

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(Reader’s POV -brief-)

You watched from the sidelines, arms crossed, heart full.

Robby looked lighter today. Not just physically—but like something in him had shifted.

When practice ended, he limped over, sweat dripping down his neck.

“You see that?” he asked, clearly proud. “Didn’t fall over once.”

You grinned. “I’d cheer louder if I didn’t think Johnny would make me spar you.”

He leaned in. “You’d probably win.”

You kissed him softly. “I’d let you think that.”

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(Sam’s POV)

She met Miguel after class outside the dojo, iced coffee in hand.

“Double shot, no sugar, like a good karate nerd,” she teased, holding it out.

Miguel grinned. “My hero.”

She looked past him, toward the mat where Robby and you were still talking. Her smile faded a little—but not from jealousy. Just memory.

“You guys did good today,” she said. “I’m proud of you.”

Miguel shrugged. “It’s weird. I thought it’d be harder. But… it felt good.”

Sam tucked herself into his side. “You’ve both been carrying stuff for too long.”

He nodded slowly, looking down at her. “You think we can all really fix this?”

She kissed his cheek. “We’re teenagers. We can do anything.”

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(later – Robby’s POV)

You helped him ice his knee after training, sitting on his porch while the sun started to set.

“Never thought I’d say this,” he muttered, “but training with Miguel didn’t suck.”

You raised an eyebrow. “That’s high praise.”

Robby smirked. “Don’t tell him.”

You reached for his hand. “I’m proud of you.”

He looked down, brushing his thumb over yours. “I don’t think I would’ve gotten through any of this without you.”

Your heart flipped a little.

“You would’ve,” you said softly. “But I’m glad you didn’t have to.”

He leaned in, forehead resting against yours. “You’re my anchor.”

You kissed him—slow, warm, and certain. “Always.”

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(Miguel’s POV)

That night, Miguel sat alone for a moment before texting Robby.

Thanks for today. For real.

Let’s do it again tomorrow?

Robby replied a minute later:

Sure. Don’t go easy on me this time.

But I still owe you one to the ribs.

Kidding. Mostly.

Miguel smiled to himself.

Maybe the past couldn’t be erased.

But it could be rebuilt.

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request from @johnnylawerencegirl1984 (there’s 2 parts)

| crossroads |

robby keene x fem! reader(mentioned)

(pt 1/2)

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(Robby’s POV)

The dojo echoed with the sound of fists on leather. Johnny barked another command, but Robby barely registered it.

“Again!”

He hit the bag with everything he had, ignoring the dull throb pulsing through his knee. It had been getting worse, but he wasn’t about to mention that to Johnny—not when things were finally starting to feel right again.

He turned, expecting another drill, but the look on Johnny’s face wasn’t focused on him.

“Seriously?” Johnny muttered.

Robby followed his line of sight.

Miguel Diaz.

Leaning in the doorway, arms crossed, wearing a look that was somewhere between regret and defiance.

“What the hell do you want?” Robby snapped, stepping forward.

Miguel shrugged. “You know what I want. This thing between us? It has to end. One way or another.”

Johnny raised his hand. “We are not doing this here.”

But Robby was already moving.

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(Miguel’s POV)

He hadn’t planned on it going down like this.

He’d stood outside the dojo for ten minutes, rehearsing what to say. He just wanted to talk—clear the air, maybe even figure out a way forward.

But when Robby turned and looked at him, there was no space for peace. His eyes were still filled with everything they’d been through—betrayal, anger, guilt.

Miguel swallowed hard. “I’m not here to fight.”

Robby scoffed. “Then what are you doing in my dojo?”

Miguel stepped in anyway. “You left. You ghosted us all like we didn’t matter. I’ve been trying to make peace ever since.”

“You don’t get to say that,” Robby growled. “Not after everything.”

Miguel didn’t want this. He clenched his fists. “So what—this ends in a fight?”

Robby’s answer was a fist.

And then it was too late.

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(Robby’s POV)

They clashed hard.

Every strike Miguel threw, Robby met with twice the force. Months of resentment were spilling out in raw, brutal motions. Robby was faster, but Miguel was precise. Johnny’s voice echoed in the background, yelling for them to stop—but it was just noise now.

Then it happened.

Robby’s knee gave out mid-pivot. He winced—but he kept going—refusing to back down.

Miguel’s leg came up instinctively—a clean defensive kick, trained and smooth.

But Robby twisted at the last second, and the impact hit his bad knee directly.

He didn’t scream.

He just collapsed.

The world went black.

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(Miguel’s POV)

The sound of Robby’s body hitting the mat was louder than anything Miguel had heard in his life.

He froze, staring.

Robby wasn’t moving.

Johnny was already there, yelling for help, checking Robby’s pulse. His knee was bent at an unnatural angle, and Miguel felt his stomach drop.

He didn’t mean to hurt him. The kick wasn’t even that strong—it was just… wrong place, wrong time.

Why did we let it go this far?

He backed away slowly, barely hearing Johnny’s cursing or the calls for an ambulance. He couldn’t stop staring at Robby’s leg. At the damage he had caused.

The worst part was knowing this was never really about who was right.

It was about two kids who’d never been given space to just talk.

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(Robby’s POV)

-at the hospital-

The world came back in fragments.

Beeping machines. A dull ache in his body. His leg felt like it was made of lead.

Then Johnny’s voice. Soft, for once. “Hey, kid. You’re awake.”

Robby blinked at him. “What… happened?”

“You lost the fight,” Johnny said gently. “And probably your ACL.”

Pain flared up, but Robby pushed through it. “Where’s…?”

Johnny sighed. “Miguel’s gone. Left after it happened.”

Robby looked away. “Of course he did.”

But it didn’t sit right. Not like before. There was something else under the anger now—confusion. Guilt. Maybe even understanding.

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(Miguel’s POV)

-the aftermath-

He didn’t go to school. Barely ate. Couldn’t train.

Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Robby collapse.

He remembered the last time they fought. How he had gone over the railing.

Was this karma? A full circle?

No. He shook his head. It wasn’t justice—it was just another cycle of pain.

This isn’t what Mr. Miyagi would’ve wanted. This isn’t who I want to be.

He got up.

He owed Robby more than silence.

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(Robby’s POV)

-reconciliation-

He was propped up in his hospital bed, knee immobilized in a brace, when the door opened.

Miguel stood there.

No dojo shirt. No smirk. Just… Miguel.

“I shouldn’t be here,” he said quietly. “But I needed to be.”

Robby didn’t speak.

Miguel stepped closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for any of that to happen.”

“I know,” Robby said, surprising himself.

Miguel blinked.

“I was angry,” Robby added. “Still am, sometimes. But you’re not the enemy.”

Miguel exhaled. “Neither are you.”

There was silence.

Then Robby held out his hand. “No more fights.”

Miguel took it. “No more fights.”

They weren’t friends again—not yet.

But for the first time, they weren’t enemies either.

And that was enough.

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| let them watch |

chapter eighteen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The dojo was unusually quiet after hours, the air thick with focus. You stood at the center of the mat, eyes closed, replaying every movement of your last spar with Tory. Every block, every strike—sharp, efficient, charged with something more than muscle memory.

You were stronger now. Sharper. But with that came responsibility. And something told you that peace was about to be tested again.

“I heard something today,” Sam said, stepping up beside you, arms folded.

You cracked one eye open. “Let me guess. Tournament?”

She nodded. “It’s official. In three weeks. All-Valley is expanding this year. New rules, open divisions. Co-ed pair fights.”

Your brow rose. “Like, duos?”

“Yup.” Sam smirked. “One fighter leads. The other backs them up.”

Your heart jumped a little too fast.

“Oh no,” Sam added, clearly catching on. “You’ve got that look.”

“What look?”

“The ‘I already know who I’m fighting with’ look.”

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-later that night — at the dojo-

You found Tory exactly where you expected her: shadowboxing under the moonlight, sweat glistening on her forehead, movements fluid and powerful. She didn’t stop when you approached—she just said, “So. You gonna ask me to dance or what?”

You grinned. “Heard about the tournament. Co-ed pair matches. I want to do it—with you.”

She paused mid-punch, giving you that unreadable look she wore so well. “Why me?”

“Because you’re the best. And not just in a fight.”

She snorted, clearly flustered. “You know this means we’ll be in the spotlight. Us. Together. Everyone watching.”

You stepped closer. “Then let them watch.”

A beat of silence passed. Then, she nodded slowly. “Alright. You and me. Let’s show them what it looks like when two fighters don’t just survive—but build something better.”

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-training montage mode: engaged-

The next week was a blur of sweat, bruises, and whispered strategies. You and Tory trained like your lives depended on it. You learned how to read each other’s movements—when she ducked, you pivoted; when you struck high, she covered low. Your rhythm was terrifyingly seamless.

It wasn’t just about winning.

It was about proving that you belonged—not just as fighters, but as leaders of this new Miyagi-Do.

Daniel watched your sessions with a thoughtful nod. Johnny? He just muttered, “Badass,” and walked off with a beer.

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-the world notices-

Word got out fast.

The “Cobra Couple”—that’s what people started calling you online. Some people loved it. Others mocked it. You didn’t care.

Because you and Tory? You weren’t playing anyone else’s game anymore.

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-the quiet before the storm-

The night before the tournament, you sat with Tory on the roof of the dojo. The stars were out, and the silence was comfortable.

“You nervous?” she asked, picking at a thread on her sleeve.

You nodded. “Yeah. But not about the fighting.”

Tory turned to you, eyes soft. “Same.”

You reached over, brushing your fingers against hers. “No matter what happens tomorrow—win or lose—I’ve already won.”

She smirked. “Cheesy.”

“You love it.”

“I really do.”

Then she leaned in and kissed you—slow, certain, and full of everything that had been building between you since that very first fight.

And when she pulled back, she whispered, “Let’s give them a reason to remember our names.”

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| what we're fighting for |

chapter seventeen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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Tory stood barefoot in the Miyagi-Do garden, morning light catching in her curls as she ran through her kata. Every strike, every breath, was sharper than the last. Focused. Powerful. But her mind kept drifting—not to the fight with Kyler, not to the dojo politics, but to you.

You, who had finally said I love you.

The words hadn’t left her mind since.

Inside the house, you were at the kitchen table with Amanda LaRusso, sipping tea and laughing over stories from your childhood. Tory heard your voice drift through the open window—light, unguarded, at peace.

She never thought she'd have this kind of life. Not after everything she'd fought through. But here it was, unfolding like something out of a dream she never dared to want.

And still, the shadow of Cobra Kai loomed.

-later that afternoon – the dojo gathering-

Daniel called everyone together in the main training space. Sam stood beside him, her posture tight, but her eyes softer when they landed on you. She’d been watching you differently lately—like she finally saw you as something more than a rival.

“We’ve been hearing rumors,” Daniel said, voice calm but serious. “Silver’s name is popping up again.”

Your stomach dropped.

He continued, “We don’t know exactly what he’s planning, but one of our contacts at Topanga Karate said something about a Valley Unity Tournament—a publicity stunt to prove Cobra Kai’s dominance under new leadership.”

Johnny huffed. “Typical.”

You looked at Tory. Her face was already set in stone.

“So what are we doing?” she asked.

“We enter,” Daniel said. “Together. Miyagi-Do, Eagle Fang… and anyone else who wants to stand for more than just violence.”

Sam stepped forward. “And I think they should lead us.” She motioned to you and Tory.

You blinked. “Wait—what?”

“You’re the bridge,” Sam said. “You know what it’s like on both sides. Cobra Kai, Miyagi-Do, the in-between. And you’ve both proven you’re not just good fighters—you’re leaders.”

Johnny nodded. “She’s not wrong. You’ve got fire. And you’ve got heart.”

You looked at Tory, and for the first time, you saw her uncertainty crack. A flicker of fear—not of losing—but of leading.

She turned to you. “If we do this… I need you in my corner.”

You smiled. “Always.”

-evening – the dojo alone-

You stayed behind after the others left, running drills, trying to process everything. The tournament was weeks away, but the pressure was already building. Not just to win, but to prove that love, legacy, and loyalty could coexist in the world Cobra Kai tried to burn.

Tory entered quietly and stood at the edge of the mat, arms crossed.

“You ever think about how different this could’ve been?” she asked softly.

You turned. “If we’d stayed enemies?”

She nodded.

“Every day,” you said. “But I’m glad we didn’t.”

Tory walked to you slowly, her expression unreadable until she was close enough for you to see the emotion behind her eyes. “That fight in the park… hearing you say you love me... I’ve never had anyone fight with me. Not just for me.”

You reached for her hand. “You do now.”

Tory stepped forward, lips brushing yours in a soft, lingering kiss. Not rushed. Not desperate. Just… right. A promise sealed without needing to say another word.

When she pulled back, she rested her forehead against yours. “Let’s show them what we’re fighting for.”

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| no turning back |

chapter sixteen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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Miyagi-Do was quieter than usual.

Late afternoon sun filtered through the trees, casting golden light across the dojo floor as you moved through your kata. Your breath synced with the slow rhythm of each step—controlled, focused, present. But something in the air felt off. Like the calm before a storm.

When you finished, you turned toward the gate. Tory stood there, arms crossed, eyes flickering with something sharp and unreadable.

She was still in her street clothes—leather jacket, boots scuffed from walking too far and too fast. That was your first sign something was wrong.

“What happened?” you asked.

She walked toward you, silent until she was a few feet away. “I saw Hawk and Miguel at the corner store.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Okay… and?”

“They were talking to Kyler.” Her voice dipped lower. “And it didn’t look friendly.”

You felt your stomach tighten. Kyler hadn’t exactly been subtle lately—lingering at the edge of Miyagi-Do events, spouting off online, running his mouth to anyone who’d listen. A bitter remnant of a fight no one wanted to reignite.

“He said something about taking the dojo down,” Tory added. “Said we’re ‘soft now.’ That we’ve forgotten what it means to strike first.”

You stared at her for a second, watching the flicker of protectiveness light up in her eyes. It was the same fire you used to see in her when you were rivals—the one that used to scare you. Now? It just made you want to hold her tighter.

“So what, you think he’s coming for us?”

“I think he’s coming for you.”

You blinked. “Why me?”

Tory stepped forward. “Because you’re everything he’s not. You fight with purpose. With legacy. You changed me. You helped build something he could never understand.”

You let the silence settle for a beat before saying, “Okay. Then we draw a line.”

She tilted her head. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “No more reacting. No more waiting. We set the tone. We protect what we’ve built.”

Tory smirked—proud, dangerous, yours. “Knew I liked you for a reason.”

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-later that night — the larusso backyard-

Daniel gathered everyone—Miyagi-Do and Eagle Fang alike.

You stood front and center beside Tory, your hand brushing hers just once as he spoke.

“We’re not here to start another war,” Daniel said. “But we will defend this dojo, and each other. The best way to do that is with unity. Calm. Control.”

“Balance,” you said quietly, the word settling in your chest like armor.

You caught Sam’s nod from the other side. She’d been distant lately, but something about the tension now reminded her too of what was at stake.

Johnny added his usual flair—“If they want to bring the fight to us, fine. But they better be ready for the storm.”

Everyone laughed, tension easing for a moment.

But deep down, you knew this wasn’t over.

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-that weekend — the confrontation-

It happened fast.

You were walking through the park near the edge of the valley when Kyler and two of his friends stepped out from behind the benches. You didn’t even flinch.

“What’s up, princess Miyagi?” he sneered, arms crossed like he had something to prove.

You didn’t answer. You just squared your shoulders and stood your ground.

But before Kyler could throw a single punch, Tory was there—slamming into him with enough force to knock him back.

She didn’t say a word. Her fists did all the talking.

It wasn’t reckless—it was precise. Controlled. Tory Nichols had learned a lot in the past year. And she wasn’t fighting for revenge this time—she was fighting for you.

When it was over, Kyler scrambled away, coughing, blood on his lip, pride in pieces.

You turned to her, heart racing. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes,” she said, stepping close, eyes locked on yours. “I did.”

You exhaled, the adrenaline crashing through you in waves. “I love you, you know that?”

It just slipped out.

Tory froze for half a second. Then her face softened, and she leaned in, pressing her forehead to yours.

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.”

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| embracing true strength |

chapter fifteen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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You wake before dawn, and the gentle light that sneaks through the window isn’t enough to shake the dream that’s been clinging to your thoughts. Ever since you discovered that you were a part of the Miyagi legacy—a secret woven into your family’s history—you’ve felt both adrift and anchored. Somewhere between the shock and the wonder, a spark lit inside of you, a desire to redefine everything you thought you knew about yourself.

Earlier that morning, while tending to the small garden behind the dojo, you found yourself revisiting the old, fragile letter. Each word from your grandmother, written in delicate loops of ink, echoed a promise of resilience and hope. It was as if her long-hidden truth was calling you to step into your own power. For the first time, you allowed yourself to feel the weight—and the beauty—of being more than just a fighter. You were a part of something larger than yourself, a mosaic of generations that valued balance, respect, and the transformative art of karate.

A soft knock at the door pulled you out of your reverie. Tory stood there, her usual bold expression softened by concern and wonder. “You awake?” she asked, stepping inside as if drawn by an unspoken need to be near you in this vulnerable moment.

You managed a small smile. “I’ve been thinking… about who I am now, about what this legacy means for me.” Your voice trembled slightly with the intensity of your newfound emotions—and with the uncertainty of embracing a destiny you never chose, yet one that felt entirely meant for you.

Tory crossed the room to sit beside you on the low bench in the garden. “I get it,” she said quietly. “In all our battles, you’ve never let anyone see the real you. I always admired how bold and confident you were—even when you didn’t know it.”

Her words were a balm, soothing old wounds. You took a deep breath. “I used to feel that being different or vulnerable was a liability. But now… knowing where I come from—it’s like there’s this roadmap. I have a past and a future. And I can choose to honor them both.”

For a moment, a calm settled between you as the morning light warmed the garden. Tory’s hand found yours, and you realized that the fight you’d been waging had nothing to do with fists or pride—it was internal, a struggle to let your true self blossom without fear of judgment or loss.

“Your grandmother believed in the strength of compassion just as much as in the art of self-defense,” Tory murmured. “And if you’re open to it, I can help you embrace both. We can train together, not to fight off demons, but to nurture your power—physical and emotional.”

You looked into Tory’s eyes—a mirror reflecting both the fierce warrior you already were and the tender soul ready to be seen. “I want that,” you admitted. “I want to learn how to balance who I’ve been with who I’m becoming. I want to build a legacy that isn’t just about fighting, but about healing too.”

That morning marked the beginning of a new chapter in your life. In sessions with Daniel and the others at Miyagi-Do, you discovered the art of meditation, the grace of tai chi movements woven into your karate routine, and the simple yet profound beauty of mindfulness. Every lesson unlocked a piece of yourself that you had long kept hidden behind a brave facade.

The dojo became your sanctuary—a place where you were encouraged to explore not only your strength but also your compassion. You began sharing your story with some of the younger students, explaining that even those who seem invincible have roots that ground them, that our heritage shapes us, but it doesn’t have to confine us.

Tory continued to be your rock, cheering you on during every breakthrough and sometimes holding you when the journey felt heavier than you could bear. And as the days unfolded into weeks, you embraced your new identity: a fierce woman with the blood of Miyagi running deep in her veins, poised to honor both the past and the promise of tomorrow.

In the gentle quiet of the dojo one evening, after an intense training session turned reflective dialogue, you found yourself standing before a traditional mirror. As you practiced your kata, you saw not just the moves of a skilled fighter but the face of a woman finally accepting every part of herself. The wind rustled through the open door, and you smiled—proud, confident, and unapologetically you.

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| rising above |

chapter fourteen of | strike hard, fall harder | - tory nichols x fem! reader

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The Miyagi-Do campus buzzed with anticipation as students, families, and longtime practitioners gathered for the annual Community Day. It was a celebration of healing, of unity, and of the art that had brought so many together. Banners in calming hues hung around the courtyard, and the sound of laughter mixed with the gentle rhythm of traditional music.

You and Tory strolled through the venue, hand in hand, taking in the positive energy that radiated from every corner. There was a calm here that felt almost foreign after everything you both had endured—but it was precisely what you both needed.

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-the unsettling arrival-

As the afternoon sun dipped lower, a ripple of tension suddenly disturbed the festivities. A group of former Cobra Kai members—faces once etched in rivalry—cut through the crowd. Their eyes burned with a mix of defiance and disdain as they made their way toward the main stage where Daniel LaRusso was scheduled to speak.

Whispers floated among the Miyagi-Do practitioners. The mere presence of these former rivals threatened to unravel the hard-won peace the dojo had fostered. You felt a knot form in your stomach as you exchanged a glance with Tory.

Tory’s jaw tightened. “I knew this day wouldn’t be without drama,” she murmured, voice low and resolute.

Before you could process the implications, one of the Cobra Kai—an abrasive young man known as Jace—stepped forward, his voice loud enough to command attention.

“Looks like Miyagi-Do thinks it can change its colors overnight. What’s next? Embracing traitors?” he called, his tone challenging.

His words echoed across the courtyard, drawing wary eyes from every side.

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-the turning point-

It was then that Tory did something that stopped everyone in their tracks. With fierce determination, she moved toward Jace, her posture unyielding. You clutched her hand, heart pounding, as you followed close behind.

“Tory!” you started, but she didn’t wait for permission.

“Don’t!” she snapped at him, but then, surprisingly, her anger softened into clarity as she turned her gaze to the crowd, voice raised so all could hear.

“This isn’t about fighting, Jace,” she said, her tone steady despite the fury underneath. “It’s about building something better. I left Cobra Kai because I refused to be defined by hate or violence any longer. I have a new life here—one that doesn’t leave room for your old grudges.”

The crowd fell silent, hanging on her every word. Jace’s smirk faltered; he wasn’t expecting such a public declaration.

“And as for her…” She gestured softly to you, her eyes never leaving Jace’s, “She’s not a trophy. She’s my partner, my equal. And I’m proud to stand beside her—proud of everything we’re building together.”

A murmur ran through the assembled Miyagi-Do family. The sincerity in her voice cut through the hostility, and even those who’d doubted began to soften.

Jace’s face reddened as he tried to muster a reply, but the power in Tory’s defense left him momentarily speechless. A few of his companions shifted uncomfortably, their own eyes betraying uncertainty.

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-after the storm-

In the aftermath, Daniel LaRusso stepped forward to address the crowd. “Miyagi-Do is founded on respect, growth, and the courage to change. Today, Tory has reminded us all of that spirit.” His words resonated deeply with everyone present.

Later, away from the tense center of attention, you found Tory by the koi pond—a quiet sanctuary amid the storm of emotions. Her eyes, still fierce from the encounter, softened as she looked at you.

“You were amazing,” you said, stepping close and taking both of her hands. “Not just defending me, but standing up for us—standing up for what we believe in.”

Tory sighed, a mix of relief and lingering adrenaline. “I couldn’t just stand there and watch them tear apart everything we’ve worked for. I needed you to know that I’m not afraid to claim what’s ours.”

You pulled her into a warm embrace. “I’ve never been more sure of anything. Today wasn’t just about proving loyalty to Miyagi-Do—it was about proving that love doesn’t have to be hidden away in shadows.”

As the evening deepened and the event wound down, the community’s unity shone through. The former Cobra Kai members faded into the background, their challenge unanswered. In that moment, amidst the murmurs of encouragement and renewed hope, you both realized that together you could overcome any storm.

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