I said that I would post things every now and then. This counts as now and then :] I had an Avatar Party last weekend with 25 of my closest friends and cousins. We watched the entire first season straight through. Took like, 8 hours but it was a blast. I later went to see the movie… Mike, Bryan… I'm embarrassed for you T.T I demand a redo of that movie. I've never seen a worse movie. But I won't waste your time with my ranting on how awful the movie was. Chances are that you've seen it too. If you haven't, wait for it to come out on DVD or something and rent it from your local library. It isn't worth wasting a cent on. Without further ado, I introduce my new little thingy mabobber! This came to me when I was reading "The Peace Meeting." I had several little oneshots, all related to one another. But I didn't have a wedding! So here it is. Originally, it was going to be one post. But as I was writing it, it seemed a bit long, so there's three parts. Here's the first one. The second part is finished and being tweaked, and the third one is under way so hopefully I'll finish it soon :] Any way enjoy guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own A:tLA (the show. I'd be embarrassed and ashamed if I owned the movie, but I don't own that either, thank the spirits)

The Wedding

Part 1

The morning had started out normally enough. He had risen before sunrise, done a little bit of meditating, and prepared breakfast for his one and only love. In fact, he could hear her stirring upstairs now, he noted with a grin. Maybe they would actually get a chance to see each other for more than a few seconds! … Oh! Who is this lovely young couple, you ask? Why, none other than Avatar Aang and Lady Katara of course! And I kid you not when I say that the pair had only caught glimpses of each other the past couple of weeks or so.

You see, they were getting married. Yep. Tying the knot, getting hitched, and all that jazz. In fact, the wedding is this very day. So, the past few weeks have been spent frantically preparing for this glorious occasion. Between dress fittings, menu approvings, guest accumulatings, color scheme pickings, and a host of other things, the couple barely interacted (which is just how the bride-to-be's older brother liked it). But this morning there were no rehearsals, fittings, or last minute catastophes – The door crashed open.

"Avatar Aang!" Maybe I spoke too soon…

Aang jumped to his feet (for he had been sitting at the table reading the newspaper (HEADLINE: AVATAR'S WEDDING TODAY!)) and rushed over to the distressed chef who had just come barging through his door.

"What's wrong, Chef Kutan? Is everything alright?" he asked. The chef looked to be on the verge of a nervous breakdown, so the Avatar led him to sit on the couch. After declining a cup of tea, Chef Kutan all but wailed the problem.

"The order of sea prunes can't make it in time for the wedding! There was a horrible storm out at sea, you see, and the load of prunes was lost. No one was hurt, thank the spirits, but the prunes!" He did indeed begin to sob. Aang on the other hand relaxed the tension from his shoulders and sighed with relief. He thought that Kutan had an ACTUAL problem, but this was great news! Stewed sea prunes were supposed to be part of the ceremonial Water Tribe feast after the ceremony, and Aang ABHORED stewed sea prunes. Quietly, he thanked the spirits for this change of fortune. Once he had finished his silent benedictions, he put on the most devastated face he could muster for Chef Kutan.

"That is awful! Are you sure we don't have any already? Is there nothing we can do?" he plaintively asked. Kutan sniffled and shook his head.

"I'm afraid there is not a single sea prune in all of the South Pole. We could do nothing short of postponing the wedding!" To that, Aang put on a face of genuine shock.

"That's most definitely out of the question. Katara and I agreed that we wanted our wedding on the Winter Solstice. Sea prunes or no, the wedding is today." Kutan nodded.

"I expected as much, sir. It is still a tragedy just the same! I guess we won't be having stewed sea prunes!"

"No stewed sea prunes?" Aang and Kutan's heads snapped to Katara, for indeed it was the Waterbending master who had spoken. She came over to her fiancée and the chef. "What happened?" she demanded.

"I'm afraid, my dear, that the shipment of sea prunes was lost at sea during a storm, and there are none left in the city. Kutan came to tell me that we would have to do without," Aang explained. He tried to keep up the act of disappointed groom, but a gleam of joyous relief must have shone through, for Katara made a small, angry frown. After a quick moment of glaring at the Avatar, she turned back to the chef and sighed.

"If there's really nothing you can do… I suppose we'll be fine. The rest of the feast is coming along nicely, I suspect?" Chef Kutan nodded vigorously.

"Of course, my Lady. All else is perfect for your day." Katara smiled; glad to know that there were no other disasters in the kitchen.

"Very good. I suppose you must be very busy then, preparing." Acknowledging the dismissal, Kutan stood, bowed, and left. Now Aang and Katara were alone. She frowned full force and him and assumed the position that said, "Well? Explain yourself."

Aang put on a charmingly innocent smile and shrugged. "I had nothing to do with that."

"Oh really? If you weren't the Avatar, I might actually believe that."

"Well… I might have voiced a teeny tiny complaint to one of the local wind spirits about how I didn't like stewed sea prunes… And maybe the pending shipment came up in the conversation…" Katara scoffed and made upset gestures.

"Aang, I can't believe you! And on our wedding day of all days!" Aang chuckled nervously and walked over to her. Gently resting his hands on her hips, he looked her in the eye.

"Katara, I'm just messing with you. On my honor as Avatar, I SWEAR that I had nothing to do with losing the sea prunes. Besides, a wind spirit isn't strong enough to cause a storm at sea. Only the ocean spirit is, and he lives all the way on the other side of the world at the North Pole. But cheer up! It is your wedding day after all!" Katara smiled and embraced him.

"You're right. I guess I'm just a little stressed is all. It's only a minor problem anyway. I'm sure that the rest of the day will go just fine." There was pounding on the door.

"Katara! Katara, open up!" Suki came through the door, looking stressed. Katara paled.

"And I had to go and jinx it. Damn…" she muttered under her breath. "What's wrong, Suki?"

"This is what's wrong!" And Suki held up her bridesmaid's dress. Katara gasped and snatched it from her hands, scrutinizing it thoroughly. Aang too, looked at it. Expecting a tear or stain, he saw nothing.

"I don't get it. What's wrong with the dress?"

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T GET IT!" Katara and Suki shouted. Aang cringed and threw up his hands to ward off any blows. He heard Katara sigh in exasperation and lowered his defenses somewhat. Out of her pocket, Katara drew two pieces of fabric Aang knew had to do with her wedding dress. Holding the fabrics up to the dress, she sighed again.

"No no no! I specifically asked for stormy sea and this is practically cloudy lake! And look here, Suki, the accents are obviously evening marigold when I wanted morning daisy!" Suki nodded her head in agreement. Aang looked between the dress and the fabrics. The only difference he could see was that the dress was ever so slightly darker than the fabrics. But he decided that it might be better if he kept this opinion to himself… After all, Suki and Katara hadn't ENTIRELY recovered from the bachelorette party the night before…

...

After Suki left and Aang and Katara had eaten some breakfast, the couple went their separate ways to prepare. Katara to the tailors, Aang to the palace.

When Katara arrived at her respective location, everything was in a tizzy. And she thought the fittings were hell. Now that the big day was here, Katara was put in both her dress and the array of weapons that would be concealed under it. This proved to be ridiculously uncomfortable. After being fussed over for two hours, Katara broke.

"That's IT! Take me OUT of this contraption!" Much to the dismay of the women who had been dressing her, Katara began to undress. Mai and Suki walked in half an hour later to see Katara standing in her undergarments with a pile of discarded weapons beside her. Katara at the moment was adorning a simple thigh sheath. Mai was going to ask a question, but thought better of it. She never thought that a rebel attack was that likely anyway.

...

Once Katara was properly re-dressed, her (lady) family members took her back to her house to do her makeup and hair. Expertly, Katara bent a tunnel for them to go through. She really didn't want anyone else to see her dress before the wedding and her house wasn't too far away anyway.

As they made up Katara's hair and face, the women would gush praise and advice for the young bride.

"Make sure that his breakfast is prepared before he wakes up (Ha)."

"You must always look your best in his company (Like Aang cared what she looked like. He thought that she was always beautiful)."

"It's a pity there's no meat on your bones. You'll have to work on that immediately (Psh. Not happening)."

"You'll have to abandon these tomboyish ways. A lady lets others fight and get dirty for her (She and Aang had already determined who wore the pants in this relationship…)."

And Katara's personal favorite: "You two must get a move on with reproducing. The Airbenders aren't going to repopulate themselves you know (No more than three and that's none of your business!)!" Gran Gran (bless her heart, she made it to Katara's wedding day) put her foot down on that one.

"Now, Katara, don't you listen to this foolishness. Here's some good advice: do your best to make Aang happy and I'm positive that he will return the favor. You've never been the one to let men push you around and you certainly haven't conformed to tradition. I don't expect you to start now. Keep him in his place, be there when he does and doesn't need you, and be happy in your marriage. Now, there may be some rough spots, but hold strong." Gran Gran sighed and took Katara's face in her gnarled, wrinkled hands. "I've never seen two people share what you and Aang have. You found him in that iceberg all of those years ago (A/N: really only 5 yrs ago) for a purpose, more than just because he had to save the world. He was made for you and you for him. You're marrying AANG not the AVATAR and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. Now, you have nothing to worry about. I know Aang and you two will be just fine." Katara smiled and did her best to hug her grandmother as the other women continued to weave pearls into her hair.

"Thanks, Gran."

...

In the palace, Aang was receiving similar (if not so touching) advice from the men of Katara's family. They might not have been literally family, but they were the closest thing he had to it in this world.

"Katara might be a bit of a handful. You just have to show her who's boss! You're the Avatar for spirits' sake (No thanks, I value my life.)!"

"She'll have high expectations tonight! Even though you were raised a monk, you've got nothing to worry about. The first time's a doozie (Yeah about that… What's your definition of 'first'?)!"

"Just make sure you watch out when it's 'that time of the month.' Waterbending chicks can be especially moody (Been there, done that.)."

All Sokka had to say was: "If you hurt her, the Airbenders will become an extinct race, capische? (A/N: Don't ask me why they would have a Yiddish term in the Avatar universe. It's just scarier than "Understood?")" Hakoda walked up to Aang, glaring at the other men.

"No need to scare the poor guy! All I have to say is this, Aang –" Hakoda took the Avatar firmly by the shoulders and looked him steadily in the eye. Aang stood up taller, ready for some good, profound advice. But Hakoda sighed and said, "Good luck, my boy. You're gonna need it." Aang's hopeful expression drooped and he hung his head as his cheeks flared. "And one more thing –" Aang looked back up at the chief. " – I second Sokka's notion. You're on eggshells – Avatar or no – 'til the day you die. Understood (A/N: I did use Understood there, I know)?" Aang was shaking now, a little frightened by that insanely protective glare that he saw in Hakoda's eyes. He gulped.

"U-understood, sir." Hakoda's serious face split into a wide smile.

"Excellent! Let's have ourselves a wedding!"

...

Sorry if that wasn't too funny D: I hope that it was written well at least. I always tend to enjoy a story more if it's well written than anything else, than I judge on content. Anyway! I hope that the whole advice thing wasn't too confusing. The words inside of parenthesis are just Aang/Katara's thoughts on the advice they are being given (unless it specifically is an author's note).

A note on Aang and Katara's wedding date (because I chose it for a reason): As you can recall, on the solstices (and equinoxes I presume) the border between the spirit world and the mortal world becomes blurred, and spirits and humans are able to cross between the two worlds relatively easily. I wanted Aang and Katara's wedding to be on the Winter Solstice because winter seems to me to be the corresponding season to Water and I wanted spirits to be present at the wedding and at the reception. So yeah, nothing special, I just thought it would be cool if you had these two worlds coming together to witness this special occasion of love. Besides, I don't think it's too often that an Avatar gets married (was Kuruk married? I know he had that girl who was stolen by Koh, but I don't think he was married), but Aang has perfect reason to get married (see Katara's advice :] ). That, and I love Aang and he deserves to be happy . Anyway, the next part of this should be up early next week (can't do it tomorrow, will be out of town) and the third part should hopefully be up at the end of next week.

TTFN! Ta ta for now! I hope everyone is having a great summer!