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Accidental Proposal Part II

@feministfangirl, I have Part II of III of the Korrasami fic ready for you! Hope it’s at least as good as the first part. A little longer than the first one I suspect. 

(See Part I here and Part III here)

The swearing in ceremony for President Jiang Sun had gone exceptionally well. While Korra was there as part of the ceremonies, she was also on the lookout for the last remnants of the Earth Empire army. They’d had to offer Kuvira some deals for information on who she suspected would still be running the remaining resistance from those not taken into custody, but it had led to Suyin and Lin and their groups to ruin the EE’s last attempt at preventing the new government even before the ceremonies had gotten underway.

With the plot revealed and stopped and the Beifong sisters remaining to oversee the next several days, Korra had felt comfortable leaving that night after the State Dinner and so she had.

It’s not that she didn’t want to stay and help the Earth Kingdom with the next several days—in fact she was intrigued by the whole process—it was just that she had felt so uncomfortable leaving home when she knew it was right around the anniversary of Asami’s mother’s death. She hadn’t said this to her girlfriend; otherwise, Asami would have felt wrong with Korra returning early if she could, but Korra had resolved herself to get back home as soon as she could.

It meant she got home very late that night, tired and disheveled. She didn’t even bother to unpack, just dropped her things in the coat closet just inside the mansion Asami had reclaimed after the death of her father, and headed straight for the attached garage/workspace Asami had added. She was almost always there, and Korra knew she was better suited going there to collect her girlfriend and then get them off to bed.

When Korra entered Asami’s lair, she was surprised that all the lights weren’t on. The little illumination that reached beyond the doorway was enough to let her know that her lamp light at her desk was on, which made Korra smile. Of course her girlfriend had fallen asleep at her desk again.

Korra padded tiredly into the room and headed for Asami’s office space. There was no silhouette against the light as Korra came in view of the desk; Asami wasn’t there. It wasn’t like her to leave the desk lamp on…

Making the rest of her way to the desk, Korra lifted a hand, keeping it far from the desk and its papers, and called fire to her palm. She then turned to pull the chain to click the light off. As she reached, something glinted in the firelight.

Korra closed her fingers around the flame, extinguishing it, as she turned to fully face the desk and see what had caused the glimmer. Probably a mechanical part for one of Asami’s projects… but she could have sworn the flicker was blue. As she leaned onto the desk, her eyes fell upon the piece of jewelry. It looked like… was a Northern Water Tribe engagement necklace.

Korra dropped into the chair in front of the desk, her skin suddenly flushed with warmth. She swooped the item into her palms and looked down, butterflies in her stomach. “Asami!” She whispered. Of course Korra was from the Southern Water Tribe and not the north, but her father was from the North, and ever since the end of the 100 year war, many northerners had migrated to the south and brought their traditions with them; those traditions had quickly become popular after the large dwindling of the south’s population as a result of the war.

It took her eyes a moment to work out the shape of the design on the pendant and then grinned without even meaning to. It was clearly some heavily water tribed version of Raava.

It was then that Korra’s eyes found the papers under the treasure. Page after page of sketches of a Northern Water Tribe engagement necklace were strewn all across the length of it. Each one was tweaked differently, but she found it particularly interesting that in all of them, Raava’s form was more obvious. Looking back at the piece, Korra smiled. Raava didn’t have a particularly water tribe look to her; it made sense that the artist, not knowing what Asami was going for, had come up with design they had.

Korra frowned then. Asami had then clearly gown to a water tribe artisan, but the quality of the piece wasn’t nearly on par with some of Asami’s finer jewelry. Korra frowned for a moment, thinking, and then it clicked. Because of all the sketches, she had assumed Asami had been working on it long enough to be done, but she wasn’t. This was what she liked to refer to as a prototype. Not only was Korra not supposed to have seen this, but she was seeing it much, much earlier than Asami ever intended.

Exhaustion finally catching up with her, Korra leaned over and rested her head on one arm. She used the other hand to hold the necklace in front of her so she could take it all in.

Marriage.

What would it be like to marry Asami? Their lives wouldn’t change much… They lived together, were seen together, worked well together. It would be a nice statement of commitment…

Of course, it would need to be in Republic City! Except… there was almost no way the avatar and the CEO of Sato Industries to wed in Republic City without it being nearly as huge a ceremony as the one she’d just left. She… didn’t want that. She wanted something low key and intimate. She’d want a little more… quiet… to take in making Asami her wife—becoming Asami’s wife… instead of playing the politician.

Asami would be happy to marry at the South Pole. Korra could wear traditional garb of the water tribe more comfortably in that climate, and she closed her eyes, imagining what sort of garment Asami would put together. She’d make an effort to keep it in line with Southern Water Tribe traditions—just like she had with the engagement piece—but she’d have her own, modernly stylish flair to the piece that would blow Korra away.

Although Korra pictured it fondly—Katara performing? Her father and chief presiding over the reception, her mother at his side… it still didn’t feel right. She and Asami had met in Republic City, cultivated a life together here, made friends and had so many special moments here. But the politics! If only there was someplace neutral, someplace people wouldn’t expect…

Air Temple Island. They could marry there. That had come to be seen less as a part of Republic City and more like some sort of embassy for the Air Nomads. That sounded political, but given the nature of the Air Nomads, they were distinctly neutral.

Yes, she could see it. She felt her body relaxe as she saw them on some isthmus of earth, surrounded by water, a fire nearby, wind swirling around them as she and Asami looked at each other, while Tenzin stood before them to join them in harmony and grace. Mako would attend to Korra and Bolin to Asami. There’d be room for the others—her parents, Lin and Suyin, Pema and the children and all the others.

 They would all look dashing,

    but no one more so than Asami and herself. They would glow.

              There would be so much happiness.

                                    So much Celebration…

An ache in Korra’s arm and a faint smell of orchids pulled her up from sleep. She opened her eyes and looked up to see the necklace, still resting in her palm. Warmth bloomed anew through her. It hadn’t just been a dream!

Nearly popping out of her seat, Korra looked around. Sunlight poured through the high windows of the fancy garage. Rolling her should to work out the stiffness, she used her metal bending this time to click the lamp at the desk off.

Filled with excitement, Korra headed to her and Asami’s room. She simply had to see her! Discuss with her the dreams she’d had that night—about beautiful weddings at sunset on the cliffs of Air Temple Island. But as she reached their shared space, the bed was empty. Korra stopped abruptly, that extra warmth draining away from her. Asami wasn’t here. And she hadn’t been in her lair. The shower wasn’t running. These were the places she would usually be at, this time of day when she didn’t have work. She didn’t usually have work right about now.

Although who was Korra to say? Asami didn’t know Korra had been here at all! This meant Korra had options. Asami was going to surprise her, and Korra would have been flummoxed! Although she had reached such a companionship with the woman over their time together, marriage just hadn’t occurred to her. Oh sure, wistfully she’d think about it from time to time, but it just didn’t occur to her to do it soon.

Korra paced the room a little then, mulling it over. It made sense, when she saw the engagement necklace, that of course they would marry now, but was there a reason she hadn’t considered it before? Was she afraid of taking that step? Did she feel like there was a chance Asami wasn’t right for her?

Korra shook her head, causing her growing hair to fall in her face a little. She pushed it back. No. It just simply hadn’t occurred to her. She had been happy and content, so she hadn’t looked beyond that between everything that kept her life busy. Clearly Asami had.

“Well, that’s settled!” She said to herself. She then headed for their balcony. She needed to leave without risking seeing Asami. It would be a better surprise if the woman had yet to realize she was home. Grinning, Korra airbended over the side of the balcony to the ground below and headed for the city. She needed to find jeweler herself.

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Alright fine. I was unsure whether or not I really wanted to post my entry to @docholligay‘s contest on my blog (where ya’ll can actually read it and where it’s actually linked to me), but since I’m sad more people haven’t posted their pieces and really wish they would, I figure it’s only fair I post mine. X~D Be the change you want in the world and all right?? Haha

It’s an Overwatch fic, 2,281 words. Emily/Tracer/Winston as primary characters. Tried to use as much of Doc’s canon as I could remember... especially since I don’t really have much in place for what I think the canon is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

It had been a whirlwind to observe, the reassembling of Overwatch—especially as an outsider. Lena had disappeared in a flash, only to return a moment later to give Emily a peck and say she'd be back soon. Lena had invariably been the first to respond of course. She and Emily lived the closest to Winston after all.

Lena had been so eager to help with getting everything prepared, but she didn't even know where to start in organizing arrivals and living spaces for those coming from out of the area. Emily had decided to help out. How could she not?

Winston's place seemed designed well enough to host several visitors, so Emily had been working on preparing rooms and stocking the kitchen.

When she'd asked about dietary restrictions, Lena and Winston had looked at her blankly for a long moment before Lena piped up. "Well, of 'course ya know Angela—keep it kosher. 'N I think Geenji," she said it slowly, thinking. She glanced at Winston whose shoulders jerked up, 'I have no idea' written across his features. Lena's head just whipped back to Emily. "I think 'e might be vegetarian?"

"Helpful." Emily had murmured, and decided she would mostly prepare perishables until she could ask the arrivals herself. Lena and Winston were more than likely to forget if she asked them to make contact with everyone coming in just to find out now.

Angela and Fareeha were the first to arrive after that, but frequent visitors that they were, she and Lena set them up at their place, which was just as well. News arrived shortly after about the Moon Colony, and Lena disappeared for a while, a shadow to Winston. When Genji and McCree showed up, it was a relief to have Angela and Fareeha help, as Emily had never met either of them before.

The group didn't get a chance to all sit down for a meal together until shortly after Reinhardt arrived. There were too many mouths, so they'd ordered out from a local deli/pasta shop Angela had discovered. It'd taken a while for the food to arrive, but it was just as well as the group reminisced and joked around as they waited, and the food, when it arrived, didn't slow that down. Emily, of course, felt like she was sitting behind a veil, not separate but also not part of it all. They all made her feel comfortable of course, but she simply couldn't joke with them about that time McCree replaced one of Lena's training guns with a paintball gun or how disappointed he was when the paint all but dripped stainlessly off of Genji's mechanical chest... except for where one shot had splattered on his left pec. It was such a pleasure to watch Lena's face light up as she remembered, her whole body doubled over in laughter, hands clamped over her mouth. "Your nipple was green for a week Genj!"

"Y'know, I was actually thinkin' the li'l lady was training with Wintson that session." McCree added, saluting his glass of whiskey in Winston's direction.

Winston opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of Athena turning on to say something made him look toward his computer. Seeing Winston was preoccupied, the others turned instead to each other.

"I apologize for interrupting your party." Athena's voice rang above the din of the group's chatter.

Winston, looking in the direction of the nearest computer, insisted. "It is not, a party." Lena shot Emily a look which made her grin. Only Winston would insist this gathering was work and not play.

"A news alert has been issued. Times of Numbani reports Talon has targeted a Helix facility." The chatter tapered off as the rest of the group now listened to the robotic voice. "Inmate Akande Ogundimu, aka Doomfist, has escaped. I have accessed the article, and it is awaiting your attention on screen."

The attentiveness of the group had turned to stillness.

"Well Ah'll be damned." McCree's voice cut through the silence like a knife. Emily didn't look at him though. She'd been watching Winston when Athena had finished speaking. His face had fallen, his eyes haunted. "'s'lookin like the world might not be so upset after all, Overwatch gettin' back t'gether and what-not." No one replied to him. If Emily had been paying attention, she would have seen that Genji had touched McCree's shoulder and shook his head, quieting the man.  

Emily turned her gaze to Lena, hoping her luv would explain to her what was going on. It wasn't like Emily didn't know who Doomfist was—who didn't?—but that didn't explain this reaction. A coldness gripped Emily as her gaze landed on Lena. The small woman looked paralyzed, except that her hand was slowly reaching toward the back of her chair, almost unconsciously, where her chronal accelerator lounged across it's back. She didn't need it strapped onto her in Winston's home, not with the Area Affect model he kept around.

"What—" Emily began, but was interrupted by Winston sitting up so fast from the table chairs scraped across the floor as the force of him moved them aside. He began making his way toward the computer. Before Emily could even return her gaze to Lena, the woman was a blur behind Winston.

"Win, it's gonna be fine." Her voice trailed after him.

Emily just barely heard Fareeha quietly say, "let's give them some space." She felt bodies moving, heard chairs shuffling as they made their way to the guest area.

"It is not fine." Winston's voice carried back as he reached his computer. "Talon shows up out of nowhere. We haven't figured out their recent movements yet—what they're up to. Until we defeat Doomfist, you should stay out of the field."

"But Winston, that's absurd!"

Emily found she had made her way calmly yet determinedly after them. "One of you is going to tell me what's going on!" Emily said firmly. She didn't have to lift her voice. They both turned to her. Winston looked away first, his face contorted with guilt. She looked to Lena, who glanced at Winston for help. When she saw his look, she said, "For god's sake Winston! It wasn't your fault!" She turned back to Emily. "We fought Doomfist, just before Overwatch fell apart."

"I remember reading about his arrest. If I remember correctly, Winston was attributed with affecting it. So that does not explain..." her inability to articulate what was going on being part of the problem, she finished her statement by exasperatedly gesturing at the two of them, both hands extending out stiffly as if to uncover the tension between them.  

"Winston did take 'em in. But 'e didn't go on that mission alone. I—" The woman shuddered. "Doom, they make 'im out to be a bit mad, but 'e's not. He's... calculated. 'E notices patterns..."

A presence moved up beside Emily. Angela had remained in the room and now had come up to them, and her presence, as always, had a calming affect. It wasn't enough to break the tension, but some of Emily's nerves felt slightly less raw.

"It was the second time Lena got lost in time." Angela explained softly as she placed a hand on Emily's shoulder. "Akande broke her chronal accelaretor in that fight." Lena's eyes flicked away from Emily's and she wrung her hands together exactly once, shoulders tight and raised, her freckles contrasted starkly against her suddenly pale skin.

"You... never told me it happened in battle." Emily said softly, her eyes trying to search Lena's, but she wouldn't look at her. A part of her had always known that was likely how it had happened, but it was different, knowing that was the case, having a face to add to the mental image.

"Now you see why you can't go out in the field!" Winston demanded, finally turning away from the computer and back to Lena. The woman flinched, but her eyes stayed locked onto Emily's in that moment. The fear behind them certainly spoke of those nightmares—the ones she would wake to in the middle of the night, all but screaming, as if she would scream if only she could be heard. The nightmares which ended in them clinging to each other—Emily desperate to offer comfort and solace, and Lena to feel anchored and stable.

But there was something else to that fear too. She was afraid Emily would side with Winston. It made Emily's whole chest constrict, to realize Lena could argue with one of them on this point, but not both of them, and while everything in Emily suddenly screamed that Winston was right, she found she couldn't do that to the woman she loved, to the woman whose driving force was to make the world a better place. That was the woman she fell in love with; she couldn't deny her now.

"Lena," She breathed, closing the space between them. She grabbed the woman's too still hands in her own. "Lena look at me." She said, coaxing. Lena turned her fawny brown eyes up to hers. Emily lifted one hand to run her hand through the short hair behind Lena's  ear. "You know better now." She pressed her hand against her hair and rested her forehead against Lena's. "However he bested you before, you won't let that happen again, and you'll come home to me." Lena's haunted eyes bloomed, suddenly smiling in relieved gratitude.

"'Cause if I don't, ya'll bring me back just so you can kill me, aye?" She laughed. It was filled with relief, but the nerves were still there. Despite her need to be out there, fighting the good fight, she was scared, and Emily had to close her eyes for a moment or risk changing her mind.

Letting out a strained laugh, Emily nodded against Lena's forehead. "That's right. Winston and I both will!"

Winston made a sound of frustration and began moving restlessly again, this time back toward the now empty dinner table. Emily stepped back so they could watch him. She let go of Lena's hand when she saw the woman needed to follow him. Lena blinked after him, and Emily looked at Angela who still stood calmly nearby, somehow utterly unobtrusive. She stepped up to her. "That was brave of you."

Emily let out a sigh and hooked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Lena will be Lena. How could I stop her and not risk losing her anyway?"

Angela nodded. "I understand. Fareeha and I had that talk a long time ago. It could be either one of us. It's easier, in a way, to understand. What you're doing—" Emily moved her hand a bit suddenly, palm down, fingers spread, and Angela had quieted. She wasn't sure she could hear what else Angela had to say in that moment. She was still reeling a little, and she was curious what Winston was doing. He had grabbed the Area Affect chronal accelerator and taken it over to his workbench. She moved to see what he was doing with it, and Angela slipped away.

"—wasn't actively searching you out, I was working on this. Since Overwatch had fallen by the time I got you back, I hoped I'd never have to use it," he was saying.

"But she uses it all the time." Emily said, walking up to them. "When she's at home and here." It felt silly to say, because of course Winston knew that, but the way he was talking about it  was confusing. She needed him to backtrack or elaborate.

"Yes yes. That's how it ended up getting used. But I originally had plans for it to be a backup. Something another teammate always wore or it would be stationed at a nearby point Lena could always get back to. I even made a prototype harness to wear on my person so that next time..." He had been managing a matter-of-fact tone, but as he trailed off, his eyes grew distant, as if remembering something. Emily decided not to ask; she didn't want to know.

"There will always be a backup nearby is what I'm saying." He finished firmly, staring hard at Lena.

"Oh Win that's lovely!" Lena exclaimed, with almost too much exuberance, as if she could force herself back to her usual perkiness and self confidence. "See, I knew you'd come up with somethin'! You always 'ave my back."

Winston shifted, face uncomfortable, and Lena's expression faltered, and she looked away. "I promise Win," she said quietly. "You too Em." She shifted nervously. "I'll wait to go on field missions 'till Winston's got that portable and working... provided you don't dwaddle about with it Win... and I'll be extra wary of Doomfist. Believe me, I don' want to end up lost again any more than you two do."

And that, Emily knew with painful clarity, was certainly the truth. She did not expect a restful sleep tonight.

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