This is exactly how I pictured a Kataang wedding, and hopefully it satisfies you guys as well. By the way, I don't really make it clear, but Katara is about twenty-six in this, and Aang is twenty-four. Enjoy!
I'll Be The One In White
Katara took a deep breath, her veil swaying softly. She was nervous beyond belief, and despite having Toph as her maid of honor. It was a small ceremony, with only Katara and Aang's closest friends. When the invitations went out, many RSVP'd immediately, claiming that was about time. Katara couldn't blame them. It wasn't that they didn't want to get married, it was just that to Aang and Katara, they already felt committed to each other, and having to go through a ceremony just seemed like a waste of time and money.
But everyone had begged, and so finally Aang formally proposed to Katara, and the wedding planning began. And Katara had to admit, it was pretty exciting. She was wearing a beautiful dress handmade by seamstresses from the Southern Water Tribe, and the wedding was influenced by the water and air cultures. It was going to be breathtaking. Katara took another deep breath, smoothed her veiled, and opened the door of the dressing room.
Toph jumped up, her bridesmaid dress wrinkled from having sat on it. It took much persuading and bribing to get Toph into a bridesmaid's dress, with full hair and makeup done. "But Katara, I don't care how I look! I won't be able to see people's expressions!" she had argued. "Yes, but I'll be able to, and I'm the bride. This is my day, Toph," Katara had tried to reason. Toph only agreed to dress up if Katara promised that for Toph's wedding day everyone would dress casually.
"Katara!" Toph exclaimed, jumping up. "You look beautiful," Katara giggled, but then narrowed her eyes. "Hey," she said. Toph chuckled. "I don't need to see to know that you look amazing. I can practically feel the radiance coming off of you," she said. Katara blushed. "Is my father near?" she asked. Toph nodded, taking Katara and guiding her down the hallway. Katara could vaguely hear the sound of running water, and the murmur of voices a few yards away, but Toph led her away from them. Soon, she saw her father, dressed in magnificent Water Tribe robes. He smiled when he saw Katara.
Katara smiled back at him, trying not to cry. "My daughter," he said warmly, hugging her softly. "You look-," Katara finished his sentence. "Beautiful, I know, and I thank you. Is everyone in there?" she asked timidly, her nerves aggravating her. Her father nodded, but looped his arm with Katara's. "Are you ready?" he asked. Katara looked up into her father's eyes, and nodded. Toph took her place in front of them, and the doors opened.
Toph walked a few paces forward, looking very elegant, and very un-Toph-like. Katara couldn't see the alter because of the bright lights, but she knew who was waiting for her. Katara took a deep breath as her father started walking. Surprisingly, Katara's feet did not fail her. She walked quite smoothly into the temple. Immediately she saw the water and air elements in the fountains, and the softly swaying streams of silk. It was an indescribable scene, but it captured the essence of Katara and Aang so perfectly it made Katara's eyes swell up with tears. In the audience, Katara spotted The Dude, Pipsqueak, Gran, Uncle Iroh, and many others who smiled warmly up at her.
On the left side of the alter stood Sokka and Zuko, both looking striking in their groomsmen robes, and to the right side of the alter Katara saw Suki, with Toph joining her, both wearing identical light blue garments. And in the center of the alter stood Aang. His tattoos shone brilliantly with the lighting, and he was wearing a simple yet dashing altered version of his monk robes. He looked strong and mature, but Katara still felt his childhood innocence, and she couldn't help but smiling.
The day was perfect, and in a few short moments she would be connected to Aang in a way that nobody would ever be able to deny.