[Image ID: Image is a digital drawing of Zuko, Izumi and Mai. Zuko is shown at the left crouching on one knee with his arms extended and wearing full fire lord regalia. He is smiling and viewed from the side. Mai is shown at the left also crouching on her knees and holding onto baby Izumi who is facing her father and tentatively trying to walk. The scene takes place in a closed courtyard with yellow fans on the walls. End ID](image ID by @bluberry-spicehead )
[ID: there’s three gifs, first one is Azula shooting fire at the apple above Mai’s head. The apple is set ablaze. Zuko reacts and runs towards Mai. Second gif is Mai screaming as Zuko runs towards her with speed. He tries to knock the apple off Mai’s head. Third gif is Zuko falling towards Mai and they end up in the fountain together. ID ENDS]
[ID: a coloured digital drawing of izumi as a toddler. she is on her back, sleeping on purple sheets that are rucked up under her. her hair is dark and shiny and spread out under her head. she is wearing a red firenation style shirt, a gold belt and blue trousers with footies. she is sleeping on young druk, a red dragon, that is curled around her, his head resting on her outstretched arm. with her hand she is loosely holding a large dragon’s egg. tucked under her other arm is a smaller green dragon, head resting on izumi’s side.
a second image shows a sketch of mai and zuko on a red background. zuko’s hair is long and loose, he is crying and smiling. mai has her eyes closed and is saying ‘call for the royal portrait artist, immediately!’ END ID]
[ID: A traditional colourless sketch of a family picture featuring Mai, Zuko, Izumi and baby Iroh. Zuko is on the left staring at the viewer with a smile. He has a hand rested on Izumi’s shoulder. Izumi is in front of Zuko. She has a big smile and is staring at the viewer. She is carrying baby Iroh on her hip. Baby Iroh is leaning away from his mother and is looking up at Mai, who is behind him. He has one hand reaching out to her. Mai is looking down at the baby with a gentle smile and her hands folded in front of her. Both Zuko and Mai have slight wrinkles. End ID]
Fall Maiko Week 2020 - Day Seven: Mask/Free Day
To close off Maiko week I decided to go for the “free day” prompt and do a family portrait, featuring Izumi and little baby Iroh. Thank you for those who followed along, and thank you once again to @maikoweek for hosting.
Fall Maiko Week 2020 | Day 1: Childhood - “I miss her a lot”
ID: traditional illustration of Zuko and Mai (Avatar: The Last Airbender) as kids. Zuko wears white robes with golden trimmings from his father Ozai’s coronation and Mai wears her traditional dark red child robe. Zuko is sitting on his knees, worried and sad, looking to his left holding Mai’s right arm - which embraces him - with both his hands. Mai is kneeling at his right, slightly taller, looking down to him worried while she hugs him. They are in the Fire Nation Palace garden, next to a water pond, behind them it is seen part of a tree trunk and further in the background an undetailed gazebo. END ID.
@maikoweek #FallMaikoWeek2020
This is my first time participating, and also my first time sharing an illustration. I’m no artist but I do enjoy drawing a lot. I know this isn’t perfect but I wanted to share my headcanon that Mai supported Zuko when his mother disappeared. I know Azula lost her mother too and Mai was her friend, but since it’s Maiko Week, I wanted to focus on them.
ID: digital artwork of Mai and Zuko as children. Mai is wearing her traditional child dark robes and Zuko is wearing his child robes. they are sitting under a tree in the fire place courtyard. they're holding hands and blushing looking away from eachother. END ID.
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Really hope I did the ID thing for screen readers right if I didn't let me know I've never done one before! Anyways, I haven't participated in Maiko week before, and seeing as I had time I figured I'd at least try. Not sure if I'll get to all of the prompts but I'm gonna try my best. These two are my favorite couple ever in I seriously love them.
The crowd whistled its approval before gradually dispersing, and Mai sent him a lethal glare as she approached him. Zuko expected her to storm past, but instead she paused at his side, closing her eyes as her face became expressionless once more. “You always leave before it’s over,” she murmured. Their shoulders were almost touching. “I know you of old.”
And then she was gone.
Much Ado About Nothing AU, which coincidentally fell in line with Day 3: AU of @maikoweek! Hurray for a lovely happenstance. I did twist around a few aspects of the play to fit it better for Maiko/ATLA, but BxB was too good of a Maiko dynamic to pass up, even if Zuko is nowhere near as suave as Benedict, lmao. I really think Mai is a lot a like Beatrice, albeit with more deadpan, monotone sarcasm rather than high energy banter. I hope you enjoy these four Much Ado excerpts that I have Maiko-fied. :)
Read here on AO3! (Rated T; length is just under 5k.)
N.B. You don’t need to know anything about Much Ado About Nothing to read this fic! Bonus points if you’re familiar with the play, though. ;)
I.i.114-143
“I wonder why you’re still talking, Prince Zuko. No one is listening.”
Zuko’s shoulders stiffened at the familiar, dry tone. He wasn’t sure if his heart skipped a beat from irritation or excitement. Attraction, too, was undoubtedly involved. Not that he’d admit it aloud. “Lady Disdain,” he said, recalling the barb he’d practiced in the mirror back at the palace. He turned around to see none other than the Lady Mai - as expected - with her arms crossed over her chest. “I… didn’t know you were still alive.”
Ugh. The perfect set-up with a pathetic follow. How embarrassing.
Mai raised an eyebrow at him, perhaps as surprised at his weak retort as he was. “How can disdain ever die when all you do is add fuel to her fire, Prince Zuko?” She smoothed the front of her dress. “Surely you, heir to the royal throne and a firebender, would understand that.”
Zuko rolled his eyes, keenly aware they now had the attention of a crowd of Fire Nation citizens. Azula’s calculating stare behind him dug into his spine. “Lady Mai. You know as well as I do that the Fire Nation once again welcomes me with open arms.” He sent her a sideways glance. “Including your parents, for that matter.” He didn’t miss how she flinched at his words.
This month at her house would be… the longest of his life.
“I am certain Prince Zuko is loved by all in the Fire Nation, Lady Mai,” Azula teased, filling the tense silence. His sister never had been able to remain out of his relationship - former relationship - with Mai. “Except for you, of course.” She laughed, a bit louder than necessary. “Why, he’s turned down a dozen proposals in the past two hours since we arrived! And yet…” She sent Mai a casual, seemingly-innocent glance. “Zuko loves none.”
Why Azula alway felt the need to lie, Zuko didn’t know. What he did know was that her interruptions were not helping. And he didn’t appreciate the reminder of Mai’s hatr-
No. She didn’t - couldn’t -
No.
Zuko didn’t appreciate the reminder of Mai’s dislike for him. The loss of which he could only blame himself for.
Mai snorted. “And every woman in the Fire Nation is better off with his rejection.”
Zuko stiffened at the blow as the crowd snickered around them.
“But, I suppose I understand his desire to be alone, never falling in love,” Mai mused, a small smirk sliding onto her lips. It was the closest expression to a smile Zuko had seen on her face in a long time. “I’d rather hear a platypus-bear roar at a turtleduck than a man swear he loves me.”
Zuko glared at her, the memory of himself swearing his love to her before… before their separation bubbling hotly to the forefront of his mind. Anger soon overwhelmed any appreciation he’d had of her almost-smile. “And the Fire Nation is grateful for that, too, that way no man suffers from some” - what had Azula said to the jackass guard on their way in? - “some predestinate scratched face!” He paused. “Er, from being with you.”
Despite his faltering response, Mai returned his heated glare with an icy one of her own. “Scratching couldn’t make it worse, if the man had a face like yours.”
The crowd collectively winced at her words, and Zuko’s left hand crept up to brush his scar. Meanwhile, Azula’s eyes bore a hole into the back of his head - waiting. She was waiting for him to respond.
The flicker of guilt that flashed across Mai’s face disappeared as soon as it had come, her expression returning to its typical, unimpressed facade.
She hadn’t meant it like that. Zuko wasn’t sure how he knew, but he did. He could just - tell, when it came to Mai. And before he’d - he’d left, she’d never… No. Zuko knew her well enough. Better than he deserved to know her. And Mai would never use his scar against him.
But, as crown prince and as her guest for the next month, he still had to save face. Not to mention Azula’s intense stare from behind him was yet to lessen.
“You talk more than a parrot-snake,” he snapped, which wasn’t really true, but the crowd delighted in the petty insult nonetheless.
“A bird of my tongue is better than a beast of yours,” was Mai’s cool response.
Zuko barked a laugh. “I wish my ostrich-horse ran as fast as your mouth.” He held up his hand to stop her before she could respond. “But you’re free to tell yourself whatever you want, Lady Mai. I’m done here.”
The crowd whistled its approval before gradually dispersing, and Mai sent him a lethal glare as she approached him. Zuko expected her to storm past, but instead she paused at his side, closing her eyes as her face became expressionless once more. “You always leave before it’s over,” she murmured. Their shoulders were almost touching. “I know you of old.”
And then she was gone.
Zuko exhaled slowly before returning to his sister’s side, not missing the amused expression on her face.
“I see you’re still engaged in your ‘skirmish of wits’ with Mai,” Azula noted, examining her gold-tipped fingernails. “A merry war that you would certainly lose without my help.”
Zuko glared at her. “I’ve told you, Azula. I don’t need you involved in my business with Mai. It’s not your responsibility to oversee us.”
Azula rolled her eyes. “Please. Zuzu. You should accept any help you’re offered regarding Mai, what with how your previous relationship with her ended in a dumpster fire. A fire you lit.”
Zuko grimaced at the reminder. He hadn’t wanted to leave Mai behind. But he’d had no other choice. And even if there had been a different option… Mai deserved more than him. Always. “I’d still appreciate it if you stayed out of my business.”
Azula raised an eyebrow at him. “For the time being, Zuko, your business is my business. This trip to Lady Mai’s is not only to reassess the good standing of her family, but also for Father to make sure you are trustworthy.” She gave him a knowing, almost wicked smile. “So you have a double reason to be grateful for my help. Because you wouldn’t make it without me.”
Zuko hadn’t realized his fists were clenched until his nails began digging into his palms. He forced himself to relax, nodding. But little tension left his body. “Fine.”
“That’s my brother.” Azula adjusted the golden hairpiece pinned into her bun. “Now. Mai’s parents are hosting a masquerade tonight to welcome us. Be your chipper self, and when the time is right, put on a mask and dance with Mai so she doesn’t know it’s you. Use that time to properly talk to her.” She chuckled. “And until then, do figure out what you’re going to say.”
The masquerade… Zuko had almost forgotten. And as much as he hated taking advice from Azula, his sister had a point. Maybe the best way to be honest with Mai was behind a mask. So he nodded once more, and Azula appeared satisfied.
Zuko didn’t deserve a second chance. Not from Mai, of all people. But… She was worth trying for one.
Mai was worth everything. She always had been. And he’d never forgive himself for not letting her know.
II.i.123-152
Finding Mai at the masquerade had been easy enough, even considering that Zuko had briefly left after the introductory festivities to find a mask. Mai herself was not wearing a mask, for one, but she was also…
Stunning. There was no other word.
Mai always had worn red better than anyone else in the Fire Nation, much to the envy of Azula. She radiated power and grace as she effortlessly floated between partners - Agni, it was a miracle Zuko didn’t chicken out of asking her to dance. At least his mask hid how much he was blushing.
“So you won’t tell me who you are?” Mai asked as they gently swayed to the airy tune.
“I’m… the Blue Spirit,” Zuko said after a pause, not wanting to deny her an answer but unable to tell her the truth, either. He deepened his voice as he spoke, though he wasn’t sure how aptly that disguised it.
Mai laughed - quickly, but a smile tugged at the corners of her lips just long enough for him to revel in it. He hadn’t seen a real smile on her face in years. “You know, Blue Spirit, I had an interesting run-in today,” she said, changing the topic from his identity, for which he was silently grateful. “With none other than Prince Zuko.” Her eyes flickered across his mask. “Perhaps you’ve heard of him?”
Zuko stiffened at his own name, relieved that the panic written all over his face was at least hidden. He cleared his throat. “Is that so?”
She nodded. “Yes. He told me that I was disdainful, and that he could hardly believe I was still alive.” Bitterness flashed across her expression. “Maybe he has been gone for so long. Long enough to forget everything.” The grip of her hand that rested on his shoulder tightened, but soon slackened. “Sometimes it felt that way to me.”
“I’m afraid I’ve never” - he coughed - “er, I don’t know of Prince Zuko.”
Mai gave him a skeptical look. “You can’t expect me to believe that.”
A statement, not a question.
Zuko was sweating too much. His palms had to be as slick as a fish - spirits, he couldn’t believe she was still dancing with him. The time to switch partners had already passed. Did she know who he was? What he was doing? “Not I, Lady Mai.”
There was a long pause before she spoke again. The only sounds were the music and the idle, lighthearted chatter around them. “Did Zuko never make you laugh?”
Zuko blinked at the sudden subject change. “What?”
Out of nowhere, Mai took the lead in their dance, walking the steps that men typically followed as her hand on his shoulder dropped to his waist. He instinctively fell back, allowing her full control. “Well, Zuko may masquerade as a prince,” she said sharply, “but he’s much more the prince’s jester. A very dull fool, whose only talent is lying to and leaving the people who care about him.” Mai dropped him into a dip, and Zuko grimaced behind his mask as his heel ground into her toes. “He works too hard to please those that will only bring him pain.” She then pulled him upright before letting go of his hand. “I’m sure he’s still at this dance. I could have sworn he stepped on my feet already.”
The blood drained from Zuko’s face. Did she know…? “If I run into him, I will give him your message,” he managed to say.
Mai snorted. “Go ahead. I’m sure he’ll get a kick out of complaining about me.” She shook her head. “Maybe my words will dissuade him from coming to dinner. I don’t want to see him tonight.” She clutched the red fabric at her sides. “Or ever again.”
Zuko nodded. He didn’t know whether to succumb to the anger bubbling in his chest or the guilt rising in the back of his throat. “You put the prince down, Lady Mai.”
Mai laughed. It was harsher, sharper than before. “It is well-deserved.” She leveled her gaze with the eyes of his mask. “I lent Zuko my heart for a while, Blue Spirit. Longer than he ever did me. I was always there for him, even when my parents told me I should walk away. I would have done anything for him.” She took a slow breath. “And what did I get in return?”
Zuko swallowed. “I - I don’t know, Lady Mai.”
“Nothing.” Her voice had dropped close to a whisper. “Not even a goodbye.” Mai’s fists unclenched, the fabric of her dress slowly falling loose. “Do you understand, Blue Spirit?”
Zuko hesitated, but nodded. “Yes. I do.”
“Good.” Mai turned away. “Enjoy the party.”
Zuko watched her figure disappear into the crowd. It wasn’t until she’d vanished from his sight that he realized… Oh, Agni.
He hadn’t said goodbye.
IV.i.269-350
Nausea lined every inch of Zuko’s stomach, bile threatening to rise into his throat and spill out at any second.
What… What had he just watched?
“Well, her father was right to reprimand her,” Azula said coolly. “Mai has no power. It’s time she learned that.”
Zuko stared at his sister in a mixture of shock and horror. “What? How can you say that? All Mai did was stand up for herself -”
Azula sent him a pitying look that silenced him in seconds. “Zuzu. She has nothing to defend. Mai is a lady, belonging neither with royalty nor with the peasants. She must learn to be silent, and to be satisfied with her station. It is the only way she’ll survive. Besides, her parents were probably just having a bad day and took it out on her -”
“Her father accused her of ingratitude and her mother stayed quiet the entire time he shouted at her,” Zuko interrupted, his fists clenching so tightly that his fingernails cut into his palms. He’d be amazed if there was no blood. “It’s obvious they’ve been through this before, Azula. Mai shouldn’t be treated like a prisoner in her own home because of one question! She shouldn’t be ignored or - or denied her voice! All she wanted was…” Oh.
To get away.
Maybe… she’d wanted to go with him. All those years ago.
“Mai knows as well as anyone else what her place is,” Azula snapped. “Second to the son. Behind the heir.” She shook her head. “I thought you’d learned your place, too, Zuzu, but now…” She glared at him. “I’m not so sure. Don’t make me tell Father that you have some foolish fantasy prancing around your head about abolishing the nobility just so your ex-girlfriend will feel better.”
Zuko’s jaw tightened. His scar ached at the reminder of his father. But he knew his sister’s words were merely a distraction. “I’m going to check on her,” was his final response before he followed the path Mai had silently taken out of the house.
He found her in the garden, sitting beneath a weeping willow. Her eyes widened when she saw him, and she dropped her head, but not before he noticed the tearstains tracing her cheeks.
“Lady Mai,” he said slowly, lowering himself to sit beside her, “have… have you been crying the whole time?”
Mai wiped her eyes. “No.”
“Mai…”
She huffed. “Fine.” Her voice cracked, and she grimaced. “But I’m allowed to cry. It’s the one thing I have a right to do.” She shook her head. “At least in private.”
Zuko hesitated. “I don’t want to see you cry, Mai.”
“Then shut your eyes.”
Zuko chewed his bottom lip. He wanted nothing more than to pull Mai into a tight embrace, promising her that everything would work out and her parents would come to their senses. Even if those words might be - would be - a lie.
But it was no longer his place to do so. Not anymore.
“Your father was wrong to speak to you like that,” he decided to say. “And your mother was wrong to not step in and help you, either.”
“I’m well aware,” she said bitterly. “And I’d owe everything to the person who dared to actually tell them that.”
“Is there a way to show such friendship?” Zuko asked after a pause.
She laughed. It was harsh, scratching her throat. “Of course there’s a way. But I have no friends here.” She glanced at him before dropping her gaze back to the grass beneath her palms. “Not anymore.”
Zuko placed his hand on top of hers, scarcely managing to bite back a relieved exhale when she didn’t pull away. “Ty Lee is gone. Azula doesn’t count. But…” He took a deep breath. “Can a man do it?”
Mai scoffed. “Right. Because I’m sure the world considers it a man’s office to defend a woman.” She sighed, and he could feel her clench the grass beneath her hand. “Maybe it is. But it’s not yours, Zuko.”
Zuko knew it was now or never. He’d hurt her before. Maybe irreparably. But he had to try. She - Mai needed someone to be there for her, he knew she did. And he loved her. He - He wanted to be there for her in all the ways he hadn’t been before.
So maybe it was selfish, but…
“Mai.” He reached out, tucking her hair that had fallen loose from her buns behind her ear. “I… I love nothing in the world as much as you.” He gave her a weak, maybe too-timid smile. “Isn’t that strange?”
Mai froze at his words, and all hope bled out of Zuko’s body. He silently cursed himself. Why had he spoken? Why hadn’t he just accepted that he’d ruined things permanently between them when he’d abandoned her alone three years ago?
“It’s… not strange,” she quietly admitted, and Zuko’s heart skipped a beat. “I could say that I loved nothing as much as you, but” - she shook her head, frustration glimmering in her eyes - “you shouldn’t believe me when I say it, even if I’m not lying -”
Mai cut herself off again with a sharp inhale, pulling her hand out from under Zuko’s to wipe her eyes a second time. “I admit nothing.” She looked up at him, and the hurt in her expression was soon drowned out by a fragile, hopeful hesitation. “But I won’t deny anything, either.” She sighed in frustration, running her hands through her hair. “Agni, I’m so sick of feeling sorry for myself!”
Zuko’s heart was beating out of his chest. “You love me.”
Mai scoffed. “Don’t sound so surprised.”
Zuko shook his head. “I didn’t think - after what I did - I don’t deserve -”
“It’s not about ‘deserve,’ Zuko!” She sighed again. “It’s never been about ‘deserve.’ Because you always loved me. The real me.” Mai closed her eyes, pain flickering across her face. “Yes. You screwed up. For a long time, Zuko, I thought I hated you. And I didn’t want to - I - I couldn’t forgive you. Not at first.” Her gaze hardened. “And I’m still angry at you.” She clenched her fists. “But…”
Zuko’s breath hitched in his throat. “But what?”
Mai groaned. “Agni forgive me.”
Zuko frowned. Where was this going?
She exhaled slowly, lacing her fingers through his. “Zuko… I don’t think I ever stopped loving you. Even I told myself I had.” She laughed - still quiet, but without the harshness of before. “Maybe, if the time was right, I’d even act like Ty Lee and protest that I loved you.”
Zuko’s grip on her hand tightened. “What’s stopping you? Do it with all your heart.” He remembered Uncle saying that to his wife, eons ago. And he wanted to hear the response from Mai. All three words.
Mai laughed again, light and open for the first time since he’d arrived at her home. She turned towards him, cupping his face with her free hand. “I think I love you with so much of my heart that none of it is left to protest.”
Zuko stared at her, drowning in her presence.
And then he was kissing Mai, his hand resting at the curve of her neck atop her collarbone as he pressed her back against the trunk of the tree. She wrapped her arms around his waist in response, pulling him into her body to deepen the kiss before one of her hands rose up to entangle itself in his hair. Zuko regretted nothing more than when he had to pull away to breathe.
“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” Mai whispered, her chest rising and falling with a rapid speed that told Zuko she’d enjoyed the moment as much as he had. She touched their foreheads together. “Just because we’re on kissing terms again doesn’t mean my expectations have lowered.”
Zuko was simply grateful she was willing to give him another chance. He pressed a gentle kiss to her jaw. “Ask me to do anything for you.”
There was a long pause. The air seemed to grow heavier in the silence.
“Kill my parents.”
Zuko eyes widened in horror. The social consequences, the punishment from his father, the possibility of another lifetime of exile… It was impossible. “I can’t.”
Mai jerked away from him as if she’d been burned. “You kill me to deny it. Goodbye.”
“Mai!”
She pulled her arm away as he grabbed it, pushing herself to her feet. “I am gone, though I am here. There is no love in you.”
Zuko reached after her a second time, his hand closing on her wrist. “Mai, please -”
“Don’t touch me!”
The force of her words shocked him, and he let go. “Can we at least be friends again?” he finally asked, slowly getting to his feet.
She stared at him incredulously. The amount of emotion she was expressing in such a short span of time was almost foreign to Zuko, and yet he couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction that she was only willing to be so expressive around him. “You’d rather be friends with me than fight with my enemy?”
“Are your parents your enemy?” he pleaded.
“Agni, you of all people should understand that, Zuko!”
He winced at her words, hand creeping up to touch his scar. He… Yes. He understood. Not that he’d ever wanted to think of Ozai, his father, as his enemy.
But just because Mai’s parents had never burned her didn’t… It didn’t mean they’d ever loved her.
“Have they not proved themselves in the height of villainy?” Mai hissed. “Treating me like our family is better off when I’m out of the house? When I’m in a different room? When I am silent?” She clenched her fists. “Showing every damn day that our name, our reputation will always be more important than what I want? Telling me that my little brother means more to them than I ever could? Making no move to help me when - when you left -” She choked on her words and shook her head, blinking back tears. “Spirits, if I was a man - if I was allowed control over my own life -” Mai dug her heel into the dirt, her hands slowly uncurling. “I would eat their hearts in the marketplace.”
Zuko inhaled sharply. That was near treason. “Mai, you can’t -”
“Don’t you dare tell me what I can’t do!” Her voice broke, and Zuko’s heart shattered at the same time. “I’m tired of hearing those words! Every day! Do this, don’t do that, look, don’t touch, see without being seen!” She pushed her hair out of her face. “What good is being a prince, Zuko, if - if you can’t help people with that power? If you can’t take them with you?”
He heard what went unspoken.
Why did you leave me behind?
“I can’t escape this hell with wishing, so I’ll die here with grieving,” she finished bitterly, turning to leave the garden.
Zuko hastily stepped in front of her, taking her hands in his. “Mai, I swear -”
“I don’t need another broken promise from you, Zuko,” she said coldly, though she made no move to walk away.
Zuko flinched at her words. “Okay. You’re right.” He released her hands, exhaling slowly. “I can’t kill your parents, Mai. But” - he met her gaze directly to stop her from interrupting - “I can get you out of here. I - I don’t know how, yet, but we’re leaving. Soon. And this time, we’re going together.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry, Mai. I never meant to hurt you.”
Mai didn’t respond. And when she fell forward into his arms after her knees buckled beneath her, Zuko held her close, willing to stay as long as she needed.
He was never leaving her again.
V.ii.42-103
Everything was in place.
That night, while everyone - including the servants - was attending a performance by the Ember Island Players, he and Mai would have the perfect chance to sneak out. Zuko wasn’t sure where they’d go. Maybe Ba Sing Se. Eventually, of course, they’d have to return to the capital. He had duties to fulfill as crown prince. And Mai…
Well, she’d be Fire Lady one day. Probably the best in history. If he had to, he would make them respect that.
“You asked for me?”
Zuko stood from the bench he was sitting on as Mai entered the garden, dressed in more relaxed attire than he knew she’d worn in a long while. He enjoyed seeing her comfortable. “Yes.” He moved forward to kiss her, but she sidestepped, giving him a teasing smile.
“I’m here for an update, Prince Zuko. If what you say satisfies me, then maybe - maybe - neither of us will depart unkissed.”
Zuko laughed. Seeing her in perpetual good spirits was his new favorite thing. Well, his new, old favorite thing. Mai was - she was beautiful all the time, no doubt, but there was a special twinkle in her eyes when she hated the world.
He’d rather die than ever again see her believe the world hated her.
“I have good news. Our plan is a go.” He laced his fingers with hers. “I’ll meet you at your bedroom tonight when it’s time to leave.”
Zuko saw tension ease out of Mai’s body at his words, her shoulders dropping in relief. “Waiting for these next few hours to pass will take years,” she admitted.
Zuko chuckled. “Then let me distract you.” He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her onto his lap as he sat back down on the bench. He’d half-expected her to stop him, and was silently overjoyed when she simply rolled her eyes before leaning back into his chest.
“Give it your best shot, future Fire Lord.”
“Hmm…” Zuko had to contemplate what best to say. “Okay. Tell me this - which of my bad parts did you fall for first?”
He could feel Mai laugh. The sound vibrated into his chest, even if he couldn’t see her entire smile. “All of them at once. But if anyone asks, none, and never.”
He kissed the nape of her neck, relishing in the shiver that ran down her spine. “As long as you’re honest around me.”
Mai hummed contentedly. “I could ask the same of you.”
“Which of your bad parts I fell in love with first?”
Mai laughed. “No. I mean I could ask you to always be honest with me, too. That said…” She turned in his lap to better face him, an edge of mirth to her smile. “Tell me - which of my good parts did you suffer love for first?”
Zuko found himself laughing, too. “‘Suffer love’?” He pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “I guess I do suffer, since I love you against my will.”
“Oh, in spite of your heart, I’m sure,” Mai mused, a teasing glint now shimmering in her eyes. “Poor heart.”
Zuko chuckled. “Azula always said we didn’t know how to flirt like normal people.” Mai accepting him back into her life had made dealing with Azula’s temperament far easier the past few days.
“She might have a point.” Mai shrugged. “But who cares what Azula says? We found our way back to each other.”
Zuko closed his eyes, pressing his forehead against hers. “We did. And I’m never leaving you again.”
There was a pause before Mai responded. “Will you…” She took a shuddering breath, placing one of her hands on his chest. “Are you really going with me tonight?”
Zuko leaned back slightly, removing one of his arms from around her waist to cup her face in his hand. “Lady Mai, I will live in your heart, die in your lap, and be buried in your eyes. Most importantly…” He pressed a chaste kiss to her lips. “I will go with you wherever you travel.”
Mai leaned into a second kiss. “Good,” she whispered. “Because I’m never letting you say goodbye to me again.”
“You won’t have to,” Zuko promised. His grip tightened on her waist. “I know I’ve said it before, but I - I never wanted to leave you, Mai. And I know I hurt you.” He shook his head, gently running his thumb just beneath her eye. “I could apologize a million times and that wouldn’t make up for it -”
“Zuko.” Mai gave him a gentle smile. “You came back. That’s what matters.”
Zuko raised an eyebrow at her. “So… Does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”
Mai rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t leave. “I think we’re well past that point, Zuko.”
And when she crashed her lips onto his for the umpteenth time, well… That answered any other questions Zuko may have had.
