Korra sat in her room, applying makeup to her face, "Only an hour left until the wedding. I should've gotten this taken care of a long time ago," she sighed to herself.
"But my brother disrupted that, didn't he?"
Korra slammed a brush on the desk, "I swear! Ghosts are oozing into my life!" she turned around and smiled, "Tarrlok! Great to see you again! You're the first ghost I'm actually glad to see today!"
"I'm proud to have that honor," Tarrlok floated in a corner of her room.
"Not that I'm not glad to see you, but why are you here?"
"I came first to apologize for my brother's behavior. He's been acting like a child since our parents came back into our... afterlives," Tarrlok shrugged.
"I've noticed. I'm sorry for that,"
"No need to apologize," he raised his ghostly hand, "I also came here to thank you, Avatar."
"Oh. For what?"
"For showing me the error in my ways. To help me see what I was doing was hurting more than helping," he stared out at Republic City, "Without me, Republic City has blossomed into a city greater than I could have imagined, let alone create," he laughed to himself, "I suppose my greatest service was my demise?"
"What are you getting at, Tarrlok?"
"Nothing, just an old ghost muttering to himself. Happens more than you think when you're dead,"
"I'll be sure to remember that when I die," Korra laughed awkwardly.
"Right. I should let you get ready for your wedding. Again, please forgive my ghost family for Noatok's actions. We'll be taking our leave now. Farewell, Avatar," Tarrlok smiled, leaving in a cloud of mist.
Korra sighed to herself, "Finally, no more ghosts! I CAN MARRY ASAMI IN PEACE!"
"YOU'RE NOT GOING BACK THERE, NOATOK!" Korra heard Tarrlok's voice.
"C'MON IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS!" Amon's yvoice yelled back at his brother.
"TARRLOK! GIVE ME YOUR BROTHER SO I CAN SMACK HIM!" Yakone's hands prepared themselves for some smacks.
Korra banged her head against the wall, "There's no rest for an Avatar. Is there?"
Rohan sat next to Kuvira, waiting for the wedding to start, "So, after the wedding, do you think we can dance?"
Kuvira and the men guarding her looked at the young airbender and raised their eyebrows, "Aren't you a little young to be looking for a woman?" Kuvira asked.
Rohan smiled, "What if I told you I'm a man in a boy's body?"
"I would say, that's nice but I'm still in chains,"
Rohan whispered into her ears, causing her to smile, "Would you dance with me then?"
"Sure. Anything for the grandson of Aang," Kuvira smiled.
Rohan ran off, while Kuvira sat up proud and strong.
"What exactly, did he say he'll do?" the guard asked.
Kuvira quietly laughed to herself.
Zuko watched Rohan run from Kuvira and rubbed his eyes, "Unless I'm mistaken I just saw an airbending child running from the Great Uniter."
"Excuse me?" Tonraq approached the old friend of the Avatar, "Repeat that to me."
"I just saw Rohan running from Kuvira,"
Tonraq shook his head and smiled, "So how have you been Zuko?"
"Oh you know. Being old, and travelling the world on a dragon," Zuko answered and the silence set in between the two, "I suppose situations like these are why we don't hang out that often."
"Yeah. The only thing we've done together was capture the Red Lotus," Tonraq shrugged.
A White Lotus Guard bowed to the two legends, "Men, the wedding is about to start. May you please take your seats?"
"Of course,"
Varrick burst through his dressing room, "Zhu Li! I walked into the club like waddup! I'm Varrick!"
"Yes you are, sir," Zhu Li nodded.
"Here's some glasses that block out the sun. I call them Varrick shades. Bolin! Wear some too and walk with us!" he handed Bolin the shades.
"Uh, right. What do I do with them?" Bolin asked.
"Walk behind me and alongside Zhu Li! We're going to look awesome!"
Indeed they did look awesome. Walking in suits and dress made Varrick, Zhu Li, and Bolin the coolest people on Air Temple Island for a few minutes. Walking past a few guards made them drop their weapons in awe.
"Sir! Did you see that?!" the soldier asked.
"Indeed I did! But now I'm blind!"
"Liuetenant Dan! No!"
Varrick approached the wedding area and removed his shades, "Zhu Li! We're sitting in the fourth row on the right!"
"That sounds wonderful, Varrick," Zhu Li wrapped her arm in Varrick's and walked with him.
Bolin looked around the room for his girlfriend, "Opal!" he saw her standing with her family in her dress."
"Bolin, you look. Really cool, in those glasses," she walked with Bolin away from her mother.
"So Opal, um. Do you, want to sit in front row? I, uh. Have a seat in front row I was saving, for Pabu. But, he can sit in my lap, unless you don't want-
"I'd love to sit with you, Bolin," Opal held onto his arm, "Now let's grab those seats before Pabu steals them."
"Yeah! Let's! C'mon!"
Korra slipped on her dress, smiling as her mother painted eye liner on her, "Are you getting nervous, Korra?"
"Not anymore. I'm fine," Korra looked over at the window, "Mom, I know I was never a girly romantic girl when I was a kid so I never asked you about this kinda stuff, but. What was it like getting married to dad?"
"Oh Korra. It was so romantic. I was in a beautiful dress and I was walking down the aisle, and your father was the most handsome man I've ever seen," she closed her eyes and blushed, "I never had been in love with your father so much before."
"W-wow. It's like that, huh?"
"And so much more. I haven't even told you what comes after the wedding," her mother smirked.
"M-MOM!"
"I'm just teasing you, Korra," her mother smiled.
"I know," Korra took a deep breath, "Are we almost done?"
"Yes," Korra stood up, but stopped smiling when she saw a tear in her mother's eye, "Mom, are you alright?"
"My baby girl is getting married. And I've been thinking about all those times where you almost were, never married," her mother cried into Korra's chest.
"Mom. It's alright. I've been through so much these past five years. You don't have to worry," Korra hugged her.
"I know I shouldn't worry. You're strong enough where I shouldn't worry about you ever again," she sniffed, "But I still do, even something like a wedding, I still worry about you."
Korra held her mother tight, "Worry about me, mom. Worry about me all you want. But wipe those tears away. This is my wedding. Don't cry about it."
Her mother hugged her back, "Ok, Korra. I won't cry anymore," she stood up and smiled at her daughter, "Now let's get you married."
Asami heard a knock on the door, "Asami? It's me, Mako."
"Come in," she answered.
He entered her dressing room and saw her in her wedding dress, "Wow. You look, beautiful."
"Thanks, Mako," she put on a smile, "What are you here for?"
"The wedding's about to start. We're all waiting for you," Mako opened the door, "Don't keep her waiting too long."
Asami sighed to herself and sat against her wall, "Asami?"
She got up and looked around the room, "Mako? Was that you?" she asked quietly.
"No," mist entered Asami's room.
"You never opened them,"
"I can't forgive myself,"
"I never expect you to forgive me,"
"You're the one thing I look back on, that makes me smile,"
"You are the greatest thing, I ever created,"
"Who, are you? Where are you?"
Emerging from the mist was Hiroshi Sato, "Hello, Asami. It's been a while."
"D-dad?" Asami's voice trembled, "You're. You're alive?"
He walked to his daughter, and put his hand on her shoulder, but it passed through her body, "I'm sorry. I'm afraid I'm still dead," he smiled.
"Father. Wh-why are you here?" she asked, holding back the urge to cry.
"I wanted to see my daughter's wedding day. The afterlife may prevent me from holding you, but it won't stop me from seeing you on the happiest day of your life," he smiled from underneath his beard, "Speaking of which, why aren't you out there?"
Asami looked away, gritting her teeth, "I see. I understand. I'm not here to walk you down the aisle."
"No, it's not just that. Father, why? Why didn't you leave when I told you to? If you just flew away, you wouldn't have died! You could have-
"Asami. I know it must be hard living so young without your parents. And what I did was foolish. But I chose you over me, Asami. That's all what mattered to me," he smiled at his daughter, "You may hate me for it for the rest of your life. I won't mind."
"No, I still love you, father, it's just," she inhaled and exhaled, "I wish you were around longer. I wish I got to know you better. I wish I could have told you about myself, instead of keeping you in that jail cell!" Asami wiped her tears away.
"Asami, there aren't enough lifetimes for me to tell you how sorry I am for the way things turned out," Hiroshi put his hands over Asami's shoulders, "But, you can learn from me. Learn to be a better parent than I ever was. Can you do that for me?"
Asami hugged the air around her father's ghost, "I can. I definietly can."
Both father and daughter jumped when they heard a knock on the door, "Asami! They need you in five minutes!"
Asami looked at her father and walked to a drawer, taking her shock glove and slipping it on, "Mako, can you come in here a second?" Asami pushed herself against the wall next to the door.
Mako walked in, not seeing Asami, "Where are-
"Please forgive me for this," Asami electrocuted the firebender.
"Um, Asami?" Hiroshi asked, confused about his daughter's sudden action.
"You might be able to walk me down the aisle after all,"
"Korra," she turned to see her father, "It's time we start."
"Ok. Let's do this," Korra smiled and hugged her father.
"Make me proud, Korra," Tonraq let go of his daughter and walked to the front row to sit next to his wife.
Korra made eye contact with Tenzin, waiting at the altar, "You can do this Korra. You can do this. Happiest day, of your life."
Korra walked slowly down the aisle as everyone's head turned to watch Korra walk down the aisle.
She was dressed in a white dress with tan fabric sewn around the dress' stomach stretching down to her knees. More tan fabric was sewn as the top of the dress, worn around her neck, blue fabric sewn around her chest.
She walked to the altar and exhaled, "Ok, Korra. You did it."
Tenzin looked over to Tahno and his band, "Ok boys, let's play for the Avatar," Tahno popped his knuckles and played music on his trombone.
Asami looked at Korra and sighed, "Asami? Are you ready for this?" Mako asked.
She sighed to herself and looked at Mako, "I'm ready. Let's go, father."
Hiroshi smiled from within Mako's body and locked his arm with Asami, walking her down the aisle, "I just want you to know. I have never felt so proud about anything before."
"Dad. You're going to make me cry again, don't," she whispered to him.
"Sorry. Let's just be quiet, and get you across the aisles," Hiroshi looked around and saw the looks he was getting, "Why are we getting weird looks?"
"Because you're possessing my ex-boyfriend. I guess people are confused why Mako is walking the aisle with me,"
"Wait, did it end badly? Am I going to have to mess this kid up?" Hiroshi joked with his daughter.
"Dad, please. You can do it later," she laughed.
Asami stepped onto the altar, her father smiling before sitting down next to Bolin. He smiled inside Mako's body before his spirit left.
"Asami?" she felt Korra's hand grab her arm, "C'mon, let's stand in front of Tenzin so he can marry us."
They stood in front of Tenzin, their hands held together, "You look beautiful," she whispered to her.
Asami blushed, her red cheeks contrasting with her white sleeveless dress and the white rose in her hair, "You look beautiful, too."
Tenzin held his arms up, "Dearly beloved. We are gathered today to join Avatar Korra and Asami Sato in matrimony, commended to be honorable among all. If any person can show just cause for why they may not be joined together, speak now or let them hold their peace."
Kuvira stood, knocking her guards away, "Avatar Korra. I object to this marriage."
"What?" a collective 'what' was uttered by everyone in the wedding.
"Kuvira! Sit down or we'll-
"Wait! Kuvira," Korra stopped the White Lotus guards and stared down at Kuvira, "Why do you object?"
"These last two years I've paid the world back for my crimes. Every day I think about what I've done, and the people I've hurt," Kuvira looked at her hands, "But, I always think about you, Avatar. You helped me realize what I was doing, was wrong and-
Korra cut her off with a hug, "All you had to do was say thanks. You didn't have to stop my wedding," she looked at Kuvira and pushed a bang back, "I have to thank you too, for forcing me out of that fog I was in," she started walking back to the altar, "If you could sit back down, please, I have to go get married!"
Kuvira smiled and sat down, watching Korra hold hands with Asami again, "Ok, now anymore objections?" Tenzin asked. Meelo raised his arm, "Meelo put your arm down!" his father ordered him, "Ok let's go on."
Tenzin turned to Korra, "Avatar Korra. Do you take Asami Sato, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you apart?"
"I do," Korra answered.
Tenzin turned to Asami, "Asami Sato. Do you take Avatar Korra, to have and to hold, for rich or for poor, for better or worse, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until death do you apart?"
"I do," Asami answered.
Senna wiped a tear away and hugged Tonraq, as he turned around to glare at the sobbing Varrick. Bolin grinned from ear to ear with Pabu as Mako smiled to himself. Lin smiled to herself while her sister cleaned her eye with a hankey. Ikki and Jinora struggled to hold in their, "AWWW," while Meelo pouted. Hiroshi, floating over the wedding cried to himself.
Tenzin smiled to himself, "Then by the power vested in me, I pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss the bride."
Korra looked at Asami and took a deep breath. She felt her cheek and Asami's hand on hers. They both thought of how warm their faces were, and moved their faces closer. Korra closed her eyes and turned her head sideways to kiss Asami.
She opened her lips and pushed hers against Asami's. She felt Asami slide her tongue in her mouth. She felt her wife's tongue with her own as their lips kissed.
Korra moved away from Asami as they heard the cheers of the audience, "How does it feel being married to the Avatar?"
Asami hugged her, "It feels amazing."
Amon wiped his nose on his sleeve, "I always cry at weddings."
A/N I really hope you all like that kiss. I don't know if I wrote it well, but I love it when a story writes a kiss really well. An Heirress' Guide to Gay has the best kiss I've ever read.
BUT YES! These two Bi Balloons are married! And now all that remains is a remaining chapter where I wrap up everything else. Will there be smut? *laughs at the perverts with their tissue boxes* No. Afraid not. They do go to their house in the mountains to bump muffins but that's all I'm implying.
Anyways, I was gonna updates this hours ago but I had to march three miles in a parade. Real life sucks. But it was fun. My feet are dead though. Instead of reviews, give me feet so I can walk again.
I'm gonna take a small break after this chapter, so I can work on some videos. Then I'm gonna update Red Flowers Bloom and write a chapter for a new story. Then I'm going to finish Ghost Amon. Rejoice everyone.
Anyways, thank you guys so much for giving me the time of day to tell you all a story about a ghost trolling a bisexual. Have a good night. I'm going to bed.