A/N: This is for Korrasami Wedding Day (01/11/2015) and is my first Korrasami fic. The first chapter is mostly Bolin/Asami bromance as the brides get ready for their wedding. If you want to just skip ahead to the ceremony, you could just skip to chapter 2.

Admiring the hard work and effort that everyone had put into her momentous attire, Asami Sato smiled softly at the reflection staring back at her. Their special day had finally come.

"What do you think?" Asami turned to her best man, causing the hem of her elegant dress flail out a bit.

Bolin looks back and nods in appreciation. "Definitely. I can definitely see this be the best day in HISTORY!" Bolin's boisterous voice boomed through the bright room, echoing into the hallway as well.

The broad shouldered bender took a bite of his sweet bean dumpling, making sure not to get any crumbs on his perfectly tailored suit. He wanted it to be pressed and clean for the ceremony. As the best man, he had to make sure everything was perfect. It was in his job description.

To say he was surprised when Asami asked him to be her best man would be an understatement but to say that he was ecstatic didn't even be scratching the surface of how he felt. The curiously strong bond that a once homeless teenager, probender actor and an affluent, racecar driver CEO shared over the years only solidified as duo grew older and it was to Bolin's great honor that he accepted the responsibility. Asami will never forget that bone-crushing hug and his loud wails of excitement that he elicited when she asked him.

"I'm really digging this trimming," Bolin spoke through a full mouth and Asami expertly dodged the crumbs flying out his mouth.

Weeks of meticulous planning and debate had finally paid off when it led her to the beautiful dress that she had on. Everything was tailored and fit to Asami specifically and she knew that she couldn't have chosen a more perfect ensemble for her special day. The red lining along the edge of wedding dress contrasted boldly against the crisp white material. A thin crimson sash rested delicately on her hip, tying into an elaborate bow in the back.

"I mean," Bolin continued as he ate, his words muffled through a full mouth. "It really-"

"Hey, Bolin? I appreciate everything you're doing for me but lets make sure this dress makes it to the alter stain-free." Asami had to cut the younger lad off and picked off a few crumbs that had nestled in her precisely set hair.

"Right, of course. Best man duties, right?" the excited boy mock saluted with enthusiasm. Sometimes it seemed as if he was as excited as the brides were.

"You know, I'm not sure if I said it before, but thanks for choosing me to be at your side." Bolin placed a gentle hand on Asami's shoulder with a smile. "I mean, I figured you would've chosen someone like Mako, but let me..." Bolin's words started to drag off. Asami's bright smile slowly started to droop with worry at each extended syllable.

"Bolin?" Asami was a bit wary of the change in the zealous boy's demeanor.

"No! It's nothing! Really, nothing at all!" Bolin turned around quickly, frantically searching for a clean rag. "Just let me-"

In a state of panic, he started to fumble about the room. Like a flash of lightning, an idea struck him. He took out his pocket-handkerchief and wet it in the flower vase.

"Asami, okay, now don't panic."

Bolin backed away with his hands up in surrender once he decided that was the best it was going to get. He had to admit, it really wasn't that bad. The snack that had made its new home from his mouth to Asami's wedding dress left a mere, minuscule purple smudge resting under just her bust.

"I mean, no one will even notice it."

"Notice what?" Asami's face dropped and looked at him in a glare. She desperately twisted her body at different angles so she could get a better look, terrified of what she was going to find.

"It's really nothing, it's just-" Asami turned back around to face the mirror, taking a deep breath trying to calm herself. The wedding was in two hours and there was no way to get the dressed cleaned in time for the ceremony.

"Look, how about we just attach a flower, like this..." Bolin reached over the table, clumsily knocking down the vase holding the beautiful red roses. In his attempts to save his tux, he quickly ducked out of the way, knocking Asami down into the dresser in front of her.

"BOLIN." Asami drew out as she did her best to control her temper. She threw her hair back over shoulder to stare him in the eye. The front of her once pristine white dress was now dusted beige in face powder.

"Oh jeez, I totally- I mean- This- Asami- I know-" Bolin was tripping over his words and backed up against the door as he could see the non-bender summoning flames in her eyes. Nervous green eyes focused on two index fingers that were tapping against each other in embarrassment.

"Sorry?"

"BOLIN!"

A usually calm and collected voice was unfamiliarly laced with rage as it echoed through the empty halls. Korra turned her head to look at Jinora. The avatar gave the younger girl a shrug after concluding that Asami should be fine as she could hold her own. Korra had enough on her mind and knew that Asami was more than capable of problem solving her way out of anything.

"Is it weird that we're both wearing dresses?" Korra asked nervously as she shifted in a traditional water tribe dress. It was a bit more casual looking than Asami's more traditional Republic City style dress. Blue in color, the dress had to be altered to be sleeveless to deal with the warm climate in the city rather than the harsh cold weather down south. The brilliantly crafted betrothal necklace that Asami had given her the year prior rested proudly against her chest. She admired the smooth stone that was etched lightly with white markings that resembled Raava.

"Everything will be fine, stop worrying yourself, Korra," Jinora's calm and collected voice did its best to soothe her over. The formal air acolyte robes have been modified for the bridesmaid but stayed true to the orange and yellow motif. The wedding would be a whole palate of mismatching colors, mashing all the hues and styles from every culture, but what else could be expected for The Avatar's wedding? Peoples from all over the world gathered to help to commemorate the Avatar and her soon-to-be wife's special day.

Taking a deep breath, Korra adjusted her top and smiled at the girl who had become somewhat of her younger sister. "Thanks, for everything," Korra smiled. "Asami usually helps me with these kinds of things and takes care of all this formalwear business but she's a little preoccupied with herself today."

Korra slouched into the armchair as she waited for the ceremony to start. She didn't have to worry about preparations since Asami was pretty adamant about taking care of everything, and since her light makeup was a lot simpler, Korra had a lot of downtime. Restlessly, the everythingbender jiggled her leg and the room started to rumble with light tremors.

"You know, I'm just going to go see how she's doing. Go and, I don't know, see if she's still cool with all of this. You know, the getting married thing?" Korra jumped to her feet using a small gust of wind to give her a boost.

The master of all four elements was stopped in her tracks when the door slammed in her face. Shaking her head in slight disapproval, Jinora had used her powers over the wind to prevent the bride-to-be from running off with cold feet.

"We're doomed," Asami chanted over and over to the empty room. Through all of Bolin's efforts to clean the dress, everything only ended up being worse. There was a new tea stain setting in around her stomach and a tear in her veil. The tiny unnoticeable purple smudge had bled into the material and starting to take the shape and size of a baby pentapus.

"I know!" Bolin cried excitedly. "Just, you wait here. I'll be right back."

Before the innovator could protest to him deserting her, he was out of the room in a dash. The 27 year old sat on the bench, running her hands through her mussed hair. Things were not going to plan. The wedding had been planned down to a T months ago, but she had not left a large enough margin of error. In hindsight, knowing that Bolin was going to be a part of the wedding party, she really should've left more elbowroom.

With a heavy sigh, Asami unclipped her veil and unceremoniously tossed it into the bin already half filled with used cotton. With only a little over an hour to go before show time, Asami started to remove her makeup some of her ruined makeup.

"Never fear, Mako is here!" Bolin announced as he reentered the room with his elder brother in tow.

With a single glance, the firebender let out a small grimace and intuitively knew that this was his little brother's doing.

"And what can I do?" "And what can he do?" both adults let out in a defeated sigh.

Neither of them liked the mischievous grin on Bolin's face. They looked at each other in dismay and took a step back.

"What are you thinking?" Mako asked with his voice laced with wariness.

"You know, Asami, if you wore you heels," Bolin started, completely ignoring the curious looks he was getting. "You're almost tall as Mako. His shoulders are definitely broader but with a few adjustments..."

It was obvious what Bolin was suggesting and Asami let her head down in defeat. After all the work that went into finding a perfect dress that would compliment Korra's, that matched the alter, that fit snugly, it seemed that she would have to settle for a tuxedo after all.

"Okay. So, say I were to wear that" Asami stressed and gestured with a flick of her wrist. "What would Mako wear?"

"I don't know, he could wear whatever as far as anyone cared," Bolin shrugged off with an air of flippancy. A small 'hey' in protest from Mako went ignored. "He probably has his uniform packed in his suitcase or something."

"Hey! Just because I'm not a part of the ceremony doesn't mean I'm not important!" Mako didn't want to admit that his little bro was right. He had packed his uniform, just in case something happened. Knowing the krew, something chaotic was bound to happen and he wanted to be prepared. I would bet his salary that Beifong had hers packed as well.

"Now, now. I didn't say you were unimportant. It's just that no one cares what you're going to wear. Honestly now, would you let Asami go out in that?" Bolin asked as he gestured to the ruined dress.

"And whose fault is that?" the eldest of the brothers deadpanned.

"Look, all I'm saying is that it's a good alternative" he answered with a shrug and a smug smile. "Our only alternative."

Asami took a look up and down, examining Mako's wear.

"You're not seriously be considering this, are you?" he asked, unamused.

"If I can pull back the shoulders and tuck in the waist, it might actually work."

Asami's hands quickly moved to remove the jacket from Mako's shoulders and expertly slid her arms through the sleeves. The pin stripes were simple enough not to be distracting but kept it from being boring. Asami quickly dug through her suitcase looking for a white blouse and set it aside. "This could work."

Buttoning just the bottom of the jacket, she stuck her shoulders out and pinched at loose fabric. "Bolin, hold this exactly like this."

Carefully, she slid out of the jacket and started pinning it where she deemed it necessary. "Sorry about this." Asami gave a meek smile and took out a small sewing kit. "I'll get you a new one when this is all over."

Small scissors expertly cut through stitching and the tinkering master started to work her magic. Asami let out a small laugh as she effortlessly cut along the seams and readjusted it with a pin. She slid back into it, making sure it stayed comfortable and gave a look at the boys. The shoulders slouched a bit but she could easily fix that in a second. "What do you think?"

"Perfect!" Bolin cried, his voice several decibels louder than Mako's 'Not bad.'

She took the jacket off again and set it gently on the bench. "Somebody unzip me," Asami commanded and turned her back towards them.

The brothers' faces instantly turned red as smooth, creamy skin revealed itself as Asami dropped the dress. The boys quickly turned their backs to her and give each other chiding looks for their behavior. Small nudges of the shoulder ended up into an all out pushing match as Asami changed into her top.

"Mako!" Asami called out for the third time. He had missed the first two calls and quickly turned around to face the speaker. He turned back just as quickly when he saw her standing there pants less.

"Right! Right, you need the pants." Mako stepped out of his trousers and handed them to the other girl. It was a slim fit for him, which in turn, made it hug Asami's hips almost perfectly. The hems touched the ground and Asami started rummaging through her suitcase. The only other pair of shoes she had with her was her usual work boots and she was thankful that there was a slight heel. The few inches lifted her off the ground just enough so that the ends of the pants wouldn't touch the ground, yet they were still mostly hidden underneath the fabric.

Mako stood there dumbly in his boxers as he eyed his ex-girlfriend. His sharp eyebrows were raised and he let out a cough to cover his awkward staring. She looked... good. She looked extraordinary, even. Bolin's smug grin was on his face as he nudged him.

"See, what'd I tell ya?" he asked for praise as stood, proud of himself.

"Alright, alright. You can still be the best man." Asami backhandedly complimented him. It had not occurred to the earthbender that he might've been taken out of the wedding and he was left with a stupefied look. That was a close bullet dodged.

With a heavy heart, Asami removed the crimson fabric that sat at the waist of her wedding dress and adjusted it to complement her new outfit. She decided on leaving the top two buttons on her blouse open to expose the beautifully crafted, dark blue betrothal necklace. A flawlessly crafted azurite stone was smoothed over with a gorgeous engraving of a fusion of the Future Industries' logo and the Southern Water Tribe insignia sat snugly around her neck. The hours that Korra had labored over the work of perfection could be seen in the intricate details.

Snapping out of her small reverie, Asami finally allowed herself to let out a sigh of relief. Cutting it close with only 10 minutes before she had to be at the alter, she turned to the two boys with a smile.

"I guess this will have to do?" she asked more than stated, hoping for a sign of approval. The boys gave her enthusiastic grins and Mako pulled Bolin into a side hug.

"I have to fix my makeup," Asami quickly turned around to face the mirror with a smile across her face. "Bolin, make sure everything is ready for the ceremony and make sure Korra is ready. I'll meet you there. And Mako," Asami raised an eyebrow with a playful grin, "put on some pants."

It was starting to look like the day wasn't going to be a complete failure after all. With reinvigorated enthusiasm, Asami started painting on her lips.