Author's Note1: This story is my creation. However, it is based on original work by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko. (In other words, I don't own anything about the Avatar universe. Otherwise, I'd be on the other side of the panels at SDCC. ) No deliberate infringement of anything intended. This is merely for personal enjoyment, melding their published canon material and my wild imaginings. As such, I want to express my thanks to the Almighty Bryke for the world of Avatar: The Last Airbender and The Legend of Korra. The richness of their writing and artistry has made me a lifelong fan of both series. (And, obviously, without their creation, there would not be this creation.)


Korrasami Week 2015 Prompt: Flowers

It was Thursday and it was time to do their weekly grocery shopping. Per Asami's calculations, Thursday was the perfect day to do grocery shopping. Why? Because (1) you missed the weekend shoppers who were refilling for the next week and (2) you missed the early weekday shoppers who did not manage to do their shopping last weekend. So, here they were at Heng's Grocery. Korra had the basket in her right hand as her left lazily traced along the shelves, tapping each item as she scanned past. Asami had the grocery list and was methodically directing them up and down the aisles while telling Korra when to grab something off the shelf by naming off the item and tapping the Avatar/shopping assistant lightly on the shoulder each time.

"Oooh, noodles! Do we need noodles? Look, they have noodles made from potatoes!" Korra excitedly pointed out. "Po-tay-toes! What a concept!" she added, holding up the packet for Asami to see.

"No," the engineer replied without even looking at the packet of noodles in Korra's hand. "We already have a ton of noodles that you keep buying but never eat," Asami added as she walked off, emerald eyes still focused on the list in her hands. "Besides, it's not on the list," she added, wagging a finger into the air to make her point.

"It doesn't have to be on the list," the tanned Water Tribe girl argued. "What if we see something new like … like …" Korra looked around the aisle, quickly trying to locate something new. "Like … this!" she exclaimed and ran toward the shelves with the boxes of iced coffee. "See? It's new! Just came out! Iced coffee with …" Korra paused, looking at the box and furrowed her brows at the packaging. "Errr … with sea salt flavor."

Asami merely cocked a brow at her friend, unconvinced that they would really grab that particular new product. "You want to drink salty coffee?" she asked, a nonplussed look on her face.

"Well … noooo … butthatsnotthepoint!" Korra wagged a finger at the Sato heiress, pouting. "I'm merely giving an example … of an opportunity or situation where we might end up buying something not on your list. You can't have something new on your list if it just came out," she slowly made her point, smiling proudly at herself for her use of logical argument back at Asami. Not being able to help the smugness, Korra flipped her shoulder length hair ala-Asami. Once. Twice. Three times the tall woman blinked at Korra before finally saying, "We're not buying salty coffee." Asami, too, flipped her raven locks and walked down the aisle away from Korra.

"That was just an example!" Korra yelled out and ran after her. As she zipped past the Floral section of Heng's Grocery, Korra came to a skidding halt, her sea-blue eyes sparkling with mischief. A crooked smile graced the Avatar's face as she snatched up a bouquet of yellow roses. "It's definitely not on the list but let's see you say no to this!" Korra muttered to herself, knowing Asami's weakness for flowers. She slammed down exact change on the counter, scaring the poor shop assistant who had been snoozing quietly behind the cash register, and ran off to find Asami.

The young heiress was in the Meats section, scrutinizing the various cuts when Korra ran up to her and all but shoved the flowers in her face. "Here," she said sweetly, smiling widely at Asami.

"What's this?" Asami reached for the flowers, bringing the bouquet up to her face. "Mmmmmm … tea roses," she sniffed the scent in deep. "They smell so good."

"Do you like them?" Korra asked, her voice a slight octave higher and honey positively dripping from her words. She held her hands behind her back as she swayed on the balls of her feet, watching Asami's reaction.

"I love them!" Asami replied as she started to lean forward to place a kiss on Korra's cheek.

"Well, you can't have them! They're not on the list!" Korra exclaimed and snatched the flowers out of Asami's hands before the young woman could peck Korra's cheek for the "sweet" gesture. Channeling the twelve year old in her, Korra stuck her tongue out at Asami and blew her a loud raspberry. The butcher huffed impatiently at the pair and all Asami dared do was part her lips in a scandalized but silent protest at Korra, lest they upset the butcher more.

"Good evening, Mrs. Umeda," the butcher turned away from them to greet an elderly woman who had shuffled up to the counter during Korra and Asami's little "exchange." "The usual? Beef tips for you and a thick, juicy ribeye for your husband, right?" he asked as he grabbed a piece of brown paper and reached for the steak.

"Oh … errr … n-no. Not this time," the elderly woman's voice started to tremble as she shook her head of gray hair. Not being able to help themselves, Korra and Asami stood off to one side and observed the woman who appeared to be fighting back tears now. "I won't … n-not this time. He … my-my husband passed … he passed away last weekend," the woman's voice got softer as she finished her sentence, her chin quivering.

Sheepishly, the butcher dropped the steak he had grabbed and reached for a handful of beef tips instead. He wrapped up the beef tips quickly and handed it to Mrs. Umeda. "I'm sorry for your loss," he said quietly as she took the package with a shaky hand and slowly walked away.

Sharing a quiet look, Asami nodded at Korra and they both ran after Mrs. Umeda. They split and flanked the elderly woman as they each placed a gentle hand on a shoulder, stopping her slow shuffle. "This is for you," Korra said softly as she handed the widow the bouquet of roses. Then both she and Asami leaned in and kissed Mrs. Umeda on the cheek before walking off hand in hand in search of the next item on the list.


Author's Note2: This is my first time writing fan fiction so, any feedback would be appreciated. Tell me what you thought of the story, where do I need improvement, what worked, did you like any of it? Please and thank you!