Content Warnings

- Emotional and physical abuse

- Forced misgendering

- Pregnancy-related distress

- Intense emotional turmoil

Xingqiu's heart weighed heavy with the burden of his truth as he stood before the serene waters of the Liyue Harbor. The gentle lapping of the waves was a stark contrast to the turmoil raging within him. Though the world around him was alive with the hustle and bustle of the city, he felt isolated, trapped in a reality where he had to hide his true self from those closest to him.

"Oh, its me! Look Yunyun!"

"I can see you Qiu."

As he gazed out at the shimmering waves, Xingqiu's thoughts were consumed by the conflict within his own family. His father, a stern and traditional man, refused to accept Xingqiu for who he truly was, clinging stubbornly to outdated notions of gender and propriety.

Despite Xingqiu's fervent protests and heartfelt pleas, his father continued to misgender him, treating him as a girl and pressuring him to conform to society's expectations. He even went so far as to arrange a marriage for Xingqiu, choosing a suitor without his consent in a misguided attempt to force his son back into the mold he refused to fit.

Lost in his anguish, Xingqiu barely noticed the approach of Chongyun until a warm hand settled on his shoulder, drawing him from his despair.

"Xingqiu," Chongyun said softly, his voice filled with concern as he joined Xingqiu by the water's edge. "Are you alright?"

Xingqiu's heart ached at the sound of Chongyun's voice, his soul yearning for the comfort and understanding that only his partner could provide. "I... I don't know, Chongyun," he confessed, his voice trembling with emotion as he struggled to articulate the turmoil within him.

Chongyun's eyes filled with sorrow as he wrapped his arms around Xingqiu, holding him close in a gesture of love and support. "I'm here for you, Xingqiu," he murmured, pressing a tender kiss to Xingqiu's temple. "No matter what, you're not alone."

As they stood together by the water's edge, surrounded by the gentle sounds of the harbor and the love they shared, Xingqiu found solace in the warmth of Chongyun's embrace. Though the road ahead might be fraught with challenges and uncertainty, he knew that with Chongyun by his side, he could find the strength to be true to himself, no matter the cost. And as they faced the trials that lay ahead, Xingqiu took comfort in the knowledge that their love would endure, a beacon of hope in the darkness of his father's disapproval.

The tranquility of the harbor was soon shattered by a storm of anger and fear. Xingqiu's heart raced with dread as he watched his father sift through the documents he had hidden away, documents that betrayed the truth he had fought so hard to conceal. The weight of his father's gaze bore down on him, his stomach churning with anxiety as he awaited the inevitable confrontation.

All color vanishes from Xingqiu's face, his secret, one he had even kept from Chongyun so far, everyone will know!

For years, Xingqiu had lived in fear of his father's disapproval, hiding his true self behind a façade of compliance and obedience. But now, as the evidence of his secret visits to the doctor lay bare before them, he knew that his carefully constructed world was about to come crashing down around him.

His father's face was a mask of fury as he turned to face Xingqiu, his eyes blazing with righteous indignation. "What is the meaning of this, Xingqiu?" he demanded, his voice laced with barely restrained anger. "What have you been hiding from me?"

Xingqiu's throat tightened with fear as he struggled to find the words to explain, but his father cut him off before he could speak.

"Pregnant?" his father roared, his voice echoing through the room like thunder. "You're pregnant? How could you be so foolish, so reckless?"

Chongyun turned slowly to face his boyfriend. "Qiu? Are you already—" His words caught in his throat as he noticed the tears streaming down Xingqiu's face.

Everyone else watched with worried expressions. 

"I think we should take a break," Ningguang suggested, her voice gentle. But to everyone's surprise, Xingqiu shook his head.

"No," he said, his voice wavering but filled with determination. "I want to get this over with. At least there'll be proof, and you can finally do something against him, legally."

"Qiu, are you sure?" Chongyun asked, concern shining in his eyes.

Xingqiu took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He nodded; his resolve unwavering despite the tears. "I'm sure."

Xingqiu's heart sank as he watched his father's anger boil over, his worst fears realized in the harsh light of his father's condemnation. He knew there was no escaping the truth now, no hiding from the consequences of his actions.

But as his father's tirade continued, Xingqiu felt a sense of defiance rising within him, a newfound resolve to stand up for himself and the life growing within him. Despite his father's disapproval, Xingqiu knew he was not alone. He had Chongyun by his side, a steadfast partner who loved him unconditionally, and together they would face whatever challenges came their way.

Squaring his shoulders and meeting his father's gaze with steely determination, Xingqiu knew that no matter what lay ahead, he would do whatever it took to protect himself and his unborn child, no matter the cost.

As the days turned into weeks, Xingqiu's life became a waking nightmare. His father's relentless cruelty knew no bounds, his disdain for Xingqiu growing stronger with each passing day. From the moment his pregnancy was revealed, Xingqiu had been trapped in a world of mockery and control.

Forced to wear dresses that mocked his true identity, Xingqiu felt like a prisoner in his own skin. The fabric clung to him like chains, a constant reminder of the lies he had to tell to survive. His father's demands were unrelenting, his words laced with venom as he berated Xingqiu for his perceived failures, his fists clenched with barely restrained rage.

But it wasn't just the clothes that suffocated Xingqiu—it was the constant parade of suitors, each one more odious than the last, paraded before him like prized livestock for his father's inspection. They leered at him with hungry eyes, their words dripping with insincerity as they vied for his father's favor, oblivious to the torment they inflicted upon Xingqiu with each passing moment.

As the scene played out on the screen, the room was filled with a palpable tension. Chongyun's fists clenched tightly at his sides, his knuckles turning white with restrained fury. His usually calm and composed demeanor was replaced by a fierce protectiveness, his eyes blazing with anger.

And when Xingqiu dared to resist, to assert his own agency in the face of his father's tyranny, he was met with a violence that cut deeper than any words could ever wound. His father's hands were rough and calloused, his grip like a vice as he manhandled Xingqiu, forcing him into submission with a brutality that left Xingqiu shaken and bruised.

Chongyun's pupils narrowed into slits, his yang energy flaring uncontrollably. "That bastard," he growled, his voice trembling with barely contained rage. "Misgendering you, forcing you to wear clothes you don't want to, parading you like some trophy—I'll murder him!"

Ningguang's expression was one of steely determination, her eyes narrowing as she absorbed the gravity of the situation. "This is unacceptable. We will take legal action," she declared, her tone resolute.

Ganyu's gaze fell to the ground, her heart heavy with empathy for Xingqiu's suffering. "Such cruelty... it's unimaginable," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.

Yet, through it all, Xingqiu refused to surrender to despair. Though his body was battered and broken, his spirit remained unbroken, a beacon of defiance in the face of his father's cruelty. As he stood before his tormentor, his chin held high and his eyes blazing with defiance, Xingqiu knew that no matter what horrors his father inflicted upon him, he would never break. For within him was a strength forged by love and determination, stronger than even he himself could ever imagine.

Chongyun's anger slowly gave way to a profound respect and admiration for Xingqiu's resilience. He moved closer, his expression softening as he gently took Xingqiu's hand in his own. "You are the bravest person I know," he said, his voice filled with unwavering support. "And I will stand by you, no matter what."

As the rest of their friends and family gathered around them, offering their support and solidarity, Xingqiu felt a surge of hope and strength. Surrounded by love and determined to fight for his dignity and freedom, he knew that together, they could overcome any challenge.