safe in your arms - mdzs character hcs
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
