for the fanfic ask (i feel like i'm asking for more cake right after getting a wonderful cake from you just yesterday): i wish you would write a fic where shen wei suddenly collapses from exhaustion. maybe it's during canon (after the energy exchange), maybe something else. but it's one thing after another with barely time to breathe and if he can hold on just that much longer he'll finally able to vanish into his apartment, won't have to pretend to be fine anymore, and can and sleep for a week
We should all have all the cake! Let's see... this didn't go entirely the direction you wanted it to, I think, but here you are:
Zhao Yunlan had thought it was all over. They made it back from Dixing, some of them more dead than alive, but all still breathing. Whatever the Hallows had done in the end had restored Shen Wei's health to the point where he wasn't actively bleeding out anymore, had even been able to walk out of the palace under his own steam. There had been a tight set to his mouth, sure, but it would've been stranger if there hadn't been after... everything.
But here they are, just outside his their flat, Da Qing, Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan, having left Zhao Xinci and Zhang Shi holding down the fort at the SID (he will grapple with that later, he will, he's too tired to think about his father right now), and Shen Wei is staring blankly at the dark wood and just - drops.
Only Zhao Yunlan lunging forward and getting his arms around Shen Wei's torso stops him from simply folding to the floor and probably cracking his head open on the tiles because that's the way things have tended lately. Not even Zhao Yunlan's startled shout, rouses him, not a flicker behind closed eyelids, no flush of colour on bloodless cheeks. Still half reeling under the sudden weight in his arms, Zhao Yunlan shifts a hand to put trembling fingers to Shen Wei's throat. Relief punches a gasping breath out of him when he finds a strong, regular heartbeat.
"Get the door open," he tells Da Qing, who - for once - hops to do as he's bid without argument. Even cats can be serious when necessary.
Wordless, Da Qing closes the door behind them and then helps Zhao Yunlan get Shen Wei over to the bed - neatly made by Shen Wei the last time they'd been home, of course.
Zhao Yunlan looks down at Shen Wei's wan face, throat constricting painfully. Is this some kind of aftereffects of the Hallows? Is it Shen Wei's dark energy? Or...
Da Qing jumps onto the bed in cat form, nosing at Shen Wei's lax arm. "He smells tired," he opines. And because Da Qing is nothing if not a communal napper, he curls himself up right next to Shen Wei, a warm blob by his ribcage.
"Are you sure sure he's just exhausted?" Zhao Yunlan asks, because he's forgotten how to not fret about Shen Wei.
Da Qing flicks a dismissive tail.
"Right," Zhao Yunlan mumbles. It's not that he isn't tired too, even if he isn't being as needlessly dramatic about it as Shen Wei. Good thing too - if they'd both dropped into a faint at the same time who'd have lugged them inside?
He kicks off his shoes and climbs onto the bed, curling as far around Shen Wei as humanly possible without just lying on top of him. An idea for another day.
As long as Shen Wei wakes up tomorrow morning, everything will be fine.
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