AN: *trumpets play* HAPPY KORRASAMI WEEK! Yay hoopla yada yada yada! Onto the story!

Day 1: Beach Night

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Tradition was something akin to sacred, no matter where you went. Every person had something that they cherished enough to repeat through out the ages correct?

Something so significant that it was followed past even time itself.

It just depended on where you were in the world.

For the Earth Kingdom it was considered traditional to have a monarchy lead by royal bloodlines. To separate those who work hard and make good money, from those who scrape by along in the shadows. Everyone always believing it to be best for someone higher up be left to decide the fates in which you lived.

For the Fire Kingdom it was a tradition to fight at Agni Kai if challenged to do so. There was no such thing as chickening out or surrendering, less you lose your honor or worse your life. The goal of the entire event was to end horrible feuding and to show immense power through any means. But with the exception of only firebenders being permitted to fight. Any other sort of squabbling was not of anyone's concern.

For the Air Nation, peaceful life balance and becoming nomadic was the only true tradition. Or perhaps law. For these people needed to be a nonviolent type over everyone else, because of what they possessed. Control of life. Yes, every form of bending had the ability to kill if so desired, but the Airbenders had power over the most needed thing for any human to live. Air.

Finally, we reach where Asami finds herself troubled. The Water Tribe and their ways.

Whether you be from the Northern or Southern homeland there was one rule that was required.

Betrothal necklaces.

Each had to be hand carved from the lightest form of solid glass and then burned into with an emblem of choice.

The silk tied accessory was an ancient sign of conveying a silent message of love to your soulmate. Always made over countless days by the male, set to be presented to the woman of their hearts.

It stood as a promise.

Truly the whole concept was a romantic gesture that triumphed most others.

To put in all the hardest work possible and create something so beautiful that could be worn with pride for decades at a time. It was something every waterbending female dreamed of one day adorning.

Here is where the issue came in.

Korra made Asami one.

The waterbending female had slaved over a piece of glass for spirits knows how long, and created a masterpiece of craftsmanship.

THE WATERBENDING FEMALE.

It wasn't like there was anything wrong with the accessory. Quite the opposite it was just so...perfect.

The brilliant blue color of the glass matched that of Korra's eyes. And the design imprinted on the front was a magnificently carved out crescent moon lying besides a radiant sun. All tied together through the bond of a deep purple silk tie.

During the proposal in the snow covered cliff side, Korra had explained that her reasoning for the sign was that from the first dawn to the last dusk Asami owned her heart. That there was not a soul on earth that could ever be as loved as she.

And the purple tie had just been an added bonus to match the engineer's classic violet eyeshadow. The one that naturally complimented the hazel of her irises.

Like all proposals, the entire retelling of the speech had lead to a lot of kissing, celebrating, squealing, and crying. More so from Bolin and Korra's mother then the actual fiancés, but either way the entire world rejoiced for the happy couple.

Countless letters of Congratulations were sent, baskets of flowers, media questions of the wedding date.

And of course the fawning.

Every passerby who had heard the news asked to see and admire the necklace that now donned the pale expanse of Asami's neck.

Literally almost every person, from the Southern Water Tribe all the way back into Republic City, asked to look at the Avatar's proposal gift.

Though all these musings is what caused the engineer to become distraught.

Any girl from a water heritage must have grown up dreaming about how wonderful it would be to be given a betrothal necklace. Even if their spouse came from outside the tribe it still was an almost mandatory right of passage.

But due to their unique form of love, Asami worried...was Korra at all saddened that she hadn't been the one to receive the necklace?

Should the heiress have stepped up sooner and proposed herself by following the basic customs of her girlfriend's entire life?!

Probably.

So that was why Asami Sato was here now. On Air Temple Island clutching onto her jacket pocket with a grip so strong that she feared the gift being cradled inside would break.

The sun had set long ago and the stars had begun to litter the sky in a vast array of constellations. Luckily the full moon gave off enough light to ensure that the beach would be a lit for what the Sato had planned.

She had sent a message earlier in the day requesting that her fiancé meet her out for a midnight stroll. To recreate their first official date. So far everything was set up perfectly.

But now that 'the time to be' was approaching, all of the doubt and fear from before was beginning to build up.

It wasn't as if Korra could say no to the proposal, they were all ready engaged!

But there was a GREAT chance that the Avatar could not like the pendant Asami had taken days to make. Yes believe it or not the world renowned multibillion yuan engineer was panicking over her own showmanship.

The necklace that she had slaved over was made like all traditional betrothal gifts. From light yet firm glass stone with a navy deep blue silk tie. Only unlike the one she was wearing, this one wasn't one made from the confident hands of a waterbender.

Asami's creation was a sky blue in color and had the image of a small array of waves swirling around the logo of a classic machine part.

In fact half of the tiny mechanical wheel was stitched onto every one of the engineer's clothes. It was her favorite symbol to embody what she loved doing most in the world by working as a mechanic.

It also was placed dead center of what reminded her of the love of her life. Water.

The symbol of Korra's element of birth surrounding a gear part.

Romantic right?

The pale girl wasn't even sure if what she did went against any tribe rules though. Were engraving non-culturally related symbols even allowed?!

Considering abandoning the entire mission and just calling Katara to ask for more common tribe emblems, Asami was about to bolt back to the docks. Wanting nothing more them to call it quits.

But of course, the spirits weren't on her side.

"Hey beautiful!"

Korra. Dear sweet, right behind her Korra.

Turning with a pained expression, taller woman moved to plant a gentle kiss upon her lover's lips. Marveling slightly how even after 5 years their kisses still felt like electricity.

"What's wrong, you look like you've seen a ghost?"

"Hm? Oh it's nothing, it's just a bit chilly out here is all..."

Forgetting that she was wearing her usual leather industry jacket, the engineer mentally face palmed. Someone needed to strike her down before she ended up dying from her own stupidity.

"Are you getting sick? It's already late do you just wanna come inside?"

Inside...safe zone inside. Where she could just forget about the entire plan and restart fresh tomorrow morning.

The heiress half considered the offer, but seeing the genuine worry behind those cerulean eyes made her pause.

This was why she needed to do what she had planned. For this girl who is willing to go through heaven and hell just to ensure she was okay. The girl she loves who deserved a chance to experience the one tradition her people held dear.

"You know what? I'm actually fine now, I have you to keep me warm. Go ahead use your fire hand thingy."

Smirking slightly, Korra moved to intertwine her tan hand with her fiancé's pale counterpart.

"You are such a dork."

"Correction, I'm your dork."

Nuzzeling against Asami's taller shoulder, the smaller of the two allowed herself to be lead around the base of the island.

The engineer was not at all bothered by the wet sand coating her leather boots or the way that the waves sometimes drowned out her own thoughts and words.

She was just happy to feel such love conveyed through something as simple as holding hands.

On the other half of the couple, the only thing capturing Korra's complete attention was the way the moonlight cascaded off of Asami's black hair and made her ivory skin appear as pure as porcelain china.

They stayed in silence like that for only a few minutes. Alone in their own worlds.

Until the heiress choose to be brave.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are..."

"I'm sorry? What'd you say Sami?"

"I said you're so beautiful."

A soft blush enveloped the Avatar's cheeks.

"Please, I don't even hold a candle compared to you."

"Not true. I'm pretty sure in those tabloid polls, that the citizens of the city voted you more sexually appealing."

Snorting at the memory of the article titled 'Republic City's top two bacholerettes are dating one another?! You decide who powers over who', Korra sighed.

"Wrong again. They said you were prettier, they said I controlled the bedroom."

"Ironic, that they were wrong on both parts."

Thankful that the night prevented the heiress from seeing her tan skin flush, the Avatar lightly bumped shoulders with her fiancé.

"Shut up! I LET you be in charge from time to time."

"Mispronounced always sweetheart"

"That's not even true!"

"Really now? Because I specifically remember somebody who wasn't me, bending over MY desk and begging-"

Smiling while simultaneously looking horrified, Korra rushed to silence the taller woman with a sudden kiss.

"Okay! Okay! You win!"

"I always do love."

Repaying the tan woman with a chase peck on the nose, Asami took in a deep breathe and stopped before they could try to resume their walk.

"Korra. Wait."

"What's wrong?"

Closing her hazel eyes, the engineer tried not to let the anxiety burning her chest destroy the speech she had prepared.

"Nothing's wrong I just...I need to tell you something."

Completely turning to face her girlfriend, Asami wondered if the smaller girl could hear how loudly her heart was thundering against her chest.

"I know that...when we first met it wasn't on the best of notes."

Saying that hitting Korra with a moped, wasn't a good note, was an understatement.

"But I'm thankful every day that I did crash into you. Because if I hadn't I might have never met the love of my life...and I know you can't say no because we're already set but..."

Gently unzipping the chest pocket zipper on the inside of her jacket, Asami pulled out the necklace she had made.

"I still want you to have something that is important to your culture's traditions."

A moment passed. With nothing happening.

Taking the Avatar's stunned silence as a bad thing, the poor woman was quick to recite her reasoning like the old books she had read told her to.

Social grace and poise be damned.

"It's-not, I mean I know a metal gear isn't something common, but I just wanted you t-to know that I'm always close to your heart because the symbol is on all my clothing! And we are like ying and yang you know like mechanics and water! They shouldn't do well together but we do cause I love you and I'm so sorry if I did it wrong but-"

Moving to take the accessory out of the heiress's hand, Korra cradled the betrothal gift like a new born dragon bird. Fearing that one wrong move would cause it to shatter.

"It's perfect..."

She must have misheard.

Looking back to see that her tan fiancé had on the biggest grin, Asami nervously picked at the thread lining of her cuff.

"You really like it?"

"Like it?...This is probably the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me."

Suddenly overcome with the emotions of their late night proposal, the tan girl rushed into Asami's stunned embrace. Clutching onto the girl's taller form like a safety preserver.

"You didn't have to do this."

"What kind of wife would I be if I didn't make my water tribe girlfriend a betrothal necklace?"

"A normal one considering we're already engaged."

Playfully swatting at the Avatar's head, the pale woman rested her arms onto Korra's lower back and sighed into their embrace. All remnants of earlier fear fading away.

The tan girl suddenly snickered and smiled into the deep leather of her girl's shoulder.

"I accept by the way. Even though I technically beat you too it."

"Getting real cocky over beating me to the question aren't we now?You're lucky I love you."

"I know I am."

The two remained there for most of the night, lost in each other's warmth. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle crashing of the waves under the moonlight of the spirits above.

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