#mdzs xxc x reader
mdzs characters reaction when you faint from exhaustion
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Lan Xichen
- you have always looked beautiful teaching, that to Xichen is undeniable,
- but Xichen worriedly picks up on the small tell-tale signs of your exhaustion,
- the slight tremor in your hand that you hide in your sleeves,
- the way that your eyes close slightly in between the short breaks when your students are reading
- Xichen barely waits for the student’s dismissals to come into the hall, almost barreling into you as you try to leave
- “y/n,” Xichen calls you, catching your arms
- “i need to stop by the library,” you tell him,
- and he knows that you’re using the work voice with him,
- “y/n,” Xichen tries again, blocking your path
- he knows how important that this new teaching position at Cloud Recess is to you,
- but he can’t rest easy knowing (clearly seeing) that you have not been taking care of yourself
- your eyes land on Xichen’s face, and he watches your face ease a few tense lines
- “i’m fine,” you reassure,
- and Xichen doesn’t buy it for one bit,
- “let me accompany you then,” Xichen tries,
- and you let out a sigh, about to retort to him
- perhaps the sharp way that you had looked up had been too fast
- but either way, your vision suddenly tunnels
- Xichen’s arms wrap around your immediately, bringing your swaying form close to his chest
- your hear his sigh above you as you get your bearings back,
- slowly notice the tight, scared way that you’re holding onto his robes,
- “come back with me,” Lan Xichen tells you as his arms wrap around his shoulder in a hug,
- ‘time to rest, i won’t allow any more work,’ you know he means
- and really you never knew your limits very well
- so it’s a blessing to have someone like Xichen
- how knows you better than yourself
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Song Lan
- your sword wavers, ever so slightly as you bring it back to your side
- you feel tired,
- “it’s completely gone,” Song Lan reassures,
- you make to nod when your vision swims,
- Song Lang notices immediately,
- reaches out to grab you, pull you close to him before he could second guess himself
- your knees give in fast, and Song Lan holds you upright, surprised voice breaking out into the night
- “y/n,” Song Lan breathes, the warmth from your body muted, almost as if you’d been suppressing it for a while
- with you leaned against him, the pin pricks of close contact move their way up his arms and shoulders
- but he ignores his own discomfort, lifting your robe sleeves to the sight of red,
- small but clearly dangerous,
- poison scratched onto your hand
- Song Lan looks down at you, hears your strained breathing and decides that this can’t wait,
- he quickly maneuvers your arms around his neck, and lifts your legs up in a quick bridal carry
- “try to hold on for a few minutes, we’ll go back to the inn” Song Lan says, a reassurance that only he himself hears
- your eyes fully close and your arms draped around his shoulders loosen
- this close he gets a clear scent of dew and dirt from the night hunt
- and a clearer scent of something so distinctively you
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Xiao Xingchen
- when your hand suddenly tightens in the crook of his elbow,
- Xingchen stops, worry churning in his stomach
- perhaps he should have been more attentive to you during this long journey
- had pushed to the back of his mind,
- the stumbling steps,
- and late night talks
- and days without a proper meal
- all the days you had simply answered, “it’s okay,” to the hardships, because at the very least your didn’t have to endure it alone
- Xingchen turns to you, having become much better at pinpointing exactly where you are
- grabs your hand, to steady you,
- steady himself
- “y/n,” he calls to you
- he’s surprised by the sharp downward pull of your hand and realizes with a start that you are falling,
- Xingchen wraps his arms around you, lowering you to the ground
- the path that they are taking is deserted anyways, so he doesn’t believe many will mind that you both are stopped as you are in the middle,
- “i’m sorry…just need a moment,”
- Xingchen’s brows furrow at your apology, and he reaches out to find you, hands patting slowly from your connected hands up to your shoulders,
- his hand comes up to cup your face, startling slightly at the warmth there,
- “why didn’t you tell me you had a fever,” Xingchen asks, later on when you both are sat in the shadow of a large tree a little ways up the path,
- “i didn’t want to delay you,” you respond honestly, voice breathy even though you are leaned in his arms
- i would wait for you, Xingchen finds himself thinking immediately,
- but not yet quite saying