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Et-si is a creation event dedicated to exploring the endless possibilities of alternate romances. What if your favorite HoYoverse character fell in love with a florist, a detective or a librarian? You're in the perfect place if you want to find out!
We invite you to imagine your favorites in a romance unlike any other. From sweet domestic moments to dramatic first meetings and everything in between, Et-si is all about imagining how love might blossom in a completely different walk of life.
Hello everyone, and welcome to Et-si!
The name Et-si is French for "What If?", which is exactly what this event is about. The idea is simple: what if your favorite HoYoverse character was dating someone with a specific profession? Maybe they're in love with a florist, a librarian, a teacher, a detective or a photographer. There are countless possibilities, and this event is all about exploring those different dynamics through your own creativity.
Participants will choose one HoYoverse character and one profession from the lists provided. From there, it's entirely up to you how you interpret the prompt. You can write about how they met, what everyday life looks like, the challenges their careers create, or simply a small slice-of-life moment. As long as the chosen profession plays a meaningful role in the relationship, you're free to take the idea in any direction.
Rules
One character and one profession per entry.
The characters and professions are first come first serve, once they've been claimed they can't be claimed again.
The profession should be a central part of the prompt rather than a brief mention.
You may submit multiple entries, but only after you've submitted the entry you claimed first.
Please tag any potentially sensitive content appropriately, and make sure to keep everything sfw.
Be respectful of other participants and their interpretations of the prompts.
AI-generated submissions are not permitted.
Use the tag "#— 🍰𝑒𝓉-𝓈𝒾." on your posts and tag @dewberrydusk so i can reblog and put your work on the masterlist.
Writings must be 300+ and art entries must be finalised lineart or above. (No messy sketches; but flat colours and full renders are welcomed and encouraged!)
There is no deadline, but it would be super nice if we could wrap everything up in 2026.
How do I join?
Super simple! Here are the necessary steps.
Take a look at our Characters & Professions list and pick out one of each!
Send me (@dewberrydusk) an ask containing your prompts (example: "hello! could i please join et-si with varka and baker reader? thank you!") and be sure to let me know which blog you'll be participating from.
Make sure to check the Masterlist post to be sure you got your prompts - but do not rush! I will answer your ask regardless, but it's better safe than sorry.
Enjoy creating !
There is no "correct" way to approach a prompt. Some entries may be fluffy and domestic, others may be comedic, emotional, or action-focused. The goal is simply to have fun imagining how a character's relationship might change depending on who they fell in love with and what that person's career is.
Most importantly, have fun and don't be afraid to get creative. We hope you'll discover new ideas, try professions you wouldn't normally write about, and enjoy seeing everyone else's interpretations of the same prompts. Happy creating!
Masterlist. || Characters & Professions.
Biggest thank you to @glacialheart & @celestial--atlas for helping me with this, i couldn't have done it without you guys <3
fluff, f. reader, tw. none | realisation washed over diluc how having a child was as much a blessing as it was a trial
diluc never thought he's cut out to be a father. a husband? maybe. but a parent to such an innocent little soul? does he even know how to care for himself enough to care for another being? he doubted it reasonably.
so he avoided fatherhood, until he couldn't.
so he did the next best thing he could do — prepared for the worst.
throughout your pregnancy and your daughter's early childhood, he had had competent hands helping him manage the winery so that he could focus on his duty as a supportive husband and present father. he personally made sure the house was baby-proof, drunkard-proof, slime-proof (he noticed how a number of them can consistently be found around the proximity of his yard) and fortified to an acceptable degree without you telling him that he's basically turning the house to a fortress.
maybe he's just being protective. maybe he's overly anxious. kaeya bet on his reputation at the tavern that it's both. diluc sighed and proceeded to serve him grape juice. that's all he'd gotten ever since the child was born. between having to give up drinking and not seeing his niece, it was an easy choice to make, especially when he got to see a mini version of his brother running around the winery and relive his childhood a little bit.
one time you're out of town and the two brothers were left in charged of the baby, she threw a tantrum out of nowhere. they dropped whatever they were discussing about immediately. for some reason, her tantrum became wilder when kaeya or the maids tried to hold her.
in his panic, diluc held his daughter close to his chest and tried his best to calm her down. she didn't want her bottle nor favourite toy, and her diaper was still clean. his last idea was to take her out for some fresh air while praying you'll come home soon. miraculously, the baby quieted down after a few moments.
later when he told you what happened, speculations were thrown left and right, but you matter-of-factly said that your daughter just wanted her father's attention all to herself.
kaeya sighed contently, "she looks exactly like him when she cries. like an apple".
luckily for him, diluc himself was too busy gazing fondly at his daughter to slash his brother with his claymore.
if anyone's to ask if he ever thought of having another child, he'd say no with horror on his face. he's already not doing well with his first, so having another would just stress how much he's failing at fatherhood. a child needs a capable father to have the best childhood (to be honest, everyone were waiting for his daughter to grow up faster and tell him he's doing amazing as one).
if anyone's to ask if he regret having his daughter in the first place, he'll answer with a soft smile, as warm as the dawn itself, "no".
after his daughter was born, he finally understood the hopelessness his father must have felt raising him and kaeya alone with his wife. he also understood the relief that came after staying up all night taking care of his sick child knowing that she survived the night.
diluc's life was mired in tragedy and loss, until it's filled with the memory of his daughter's smile, laughter, first step, and first time calling him dada. he wouldn't have it any other way.
We don't talk enough about how goddamn funny Tighnari is. That man is unphased by everything.
Cyno shows up at his doorstep with a small child who is traumatized, illiterate, terminally ill, has an ancient god sealed away in her body, and asks him to help raise her, and Tighnari's only objection is that he doesn't know how to teach preschool level academics.
He eats a poisonous mushroom, passes out, has a hallucination and just goes "damn that was crazy. Let me write it down for science."
The dudes in charge of the whole country repeatedly beg him to come work for them and he tells them to fuck off.
The second fatui harbinger, said to be as strong as a god, threatens him and he basically tells him to fuck off too.
The traveler gets possessed by god and then comes back to tell him that the sages are building a false god and he's like "Damn that's fucked up. Anyways I gotta go check on my patient."
Dehya and the Traveler basically say "Hey we are helping Cyno overthrow the government" and he's just like bet.
He get's struck by lightning and is just like "Oof. Anyways gotta go check on my patient, good luck fighting a god".
He finds an illegal sentient robot crab and just adopts it and tells the matra not to worry about it.
He passes out from heat exhaustion in the desert and is just like "Damn. I'll need to bring some sunscreen next time".
Finds out Cyno has a long lost brother/cousin and is just like "Cool. Why don't you come over for dinner, meet the family".
The craziest shit can happen to this man and he's just like "Allright why not. This might as well happen" and I love that about him
details: rogue royalty x loyal knight AU ┊ fem!reader ┊ ~1.7k words ┊ part of @d1strict99's gotta love them all event ┊ inspired by fionn's cover of toxicity by system of a down + clorinde's story quest ┊ two honorable women from the kingdom make their grand escape in the hopes of bringing justice to their people
dedications: thank you @chi-anpan & @hellkaiserinphoenix for beta reading + happy bday @millurie, enjoy your clorinde crumbs!
"Your highness!" Your bedroom door flies open, and your personal maid frantically runs in.
Surprised, you nearly knock over the glass of water on your desk. "Yes? Is there a problem?"
"There is a riot, your highness! All the royals and nobles are to be escorted to the stronghold!"
"A riot, you say?"
Standing up, you peer outside your window, watching as people emerge from the forest and run up the path to the royal grounds. They wave torches in the air, yelling things you cannot comprehend. Nonetheless, it is clear to anyone that their words carry anger and frustration.
"We must get you to safety, your highness. Dame Clorinde should be here at any second."
As if to confirm your maid's statement, the aforementioned knight appears in the doorway. You expected nothing less.
"Your highness, we must leave immediately."
"Understood," you say, walking towards her. You take nothing with you, except for the satchel placed on the edge of your bed.
Clorinde walks briskly, prompting you to keep up with her pace. It was a blessing that you were still wearing your boots, as you had participated in horseback riding activities that afternoon.
"Are you alright?" She looks at you over her shoulder.
"I'll be fine."
The two of you weave in and out of corridors and secret passages. Staff members and servants run past you in a frenzy, shouting various orders. They have no time to stop and greet you as they usually do.
A pang of sadness hits you as you watch them. Instead of hurrying to protect themselves, you know that their main priority is preserving whatever they can in the castle and barricading themselves along with it. If they're caught running away, they will face punishment. So, they're either executed for "treason," or they risk it all trying to save something that matters less than their lives.
It is a cruel fate—you curse whoever in your lineage was responsible for enacting it.
Speaking of the devil, you suddenly hear a shout.
"Darling!"
Instinctively, you stop and turn in the direction of the voice, only to see your parents rushing over. Your blood runs cold. This was the last thing you wanted.
"Darling, there you are!" Your mother exclaims, hands flailing around. "Come now! We must get to the stronghold!"
You stand frozen in place, staring at her open arms.
"My dear daughter, what is the matter?" Your father's eyebrows furrow in confusion. "We must get to safety immediately."
"I…"
Your heart thumps loudly in your ears. You need to leave.
"I'm not…I'm not coming with you."
"What?"
"I'm not coming with you," you repeat with certainty.
"What do you mean you're not coming with us? That is- Where do you even plan to go?"
"I'm leaving."
Your parents gasp in unison, then they point at Clorinde. "You! Are you holding my daughter hostage?"
Clorinde looks at you before responding. "No. It is my duty to keep the princess safe. I will see to it that she remains alive."
"You are not answering my question!" Your father's voice thunders down the hall. Some of the staff passing by glance at the commotion before scurrying away.
Your protector sighs and opens her mouth to respond, but you step in for her. "No, Father. We are leaving."
"Are you both out of your mind?" Your mother wails. "The stronghold is safer! Those barbarians are going to kill you out there!"
"No!" Your father points a finger at the two of you, stepping forward. "The real question is why you are both leaving. We demand an explanation."
"I'm afraid you aren't getting one, Father." You nearly bite your tongue to stop yourself from saying sorry. "We are leaving, with or without your approval."
"Excuse me?" He marches forward. But as soon as he reaches out to grab you, Clorinde pushes you behind her, and she draws her sword.
"You! I will have your head for this. I do not care if my daughter has ordered you around; you are still under my command. You swore your loyalty to the kingdom, did you not?"
"Indeed, your majesty. I swore my loyalty to the kingdom, and that includes all of its people, not merely its nobility."
"What are you talking about?"
You move forward to whisper in Clorinde's ear. "Let's run. They cannot keep us here."
She nods in response, lowering her blade and taking your hand once more. "Three, two, one, go."
You both make a break for it. The king's shouts echo down your path of escape, but soon, they can no longer reach you.
Eventually, you reach the exit near the back of the palace, where the other knights have stood guard. They move to let you through, saluting you and Clorinde. You nod at them in acknowledgement. One you recognize as Clorinde's superior wishes you well.
"Have a safe journey, your highness."
Instantly, you're met with a soft breeze and the orange glow of the sky. You can also hear the villagers' faint shouts from the opposite side with more clarity. You also recognize a deep, thumping sound, which you realize is their attempt to break in.
Clorinde looks back for a moment. "I wonder how far they will get."
"Me too."
You both wander through the castle's maze-like garden to meet with the palace gardener as planned. He breathes a sigh of relief when he spots the two of you. "Your highness. Dame Clorinde."
Swiftly, he shovels away the topsoil, revealing the hatch of the palace's secret tunnel. He opens the lock with the stolen key, then hands it to you.
"Thank you for your courage, your highness. We are counting on you."
"Of course, Lyney. Thank you as well for your assistance."
You both descend the ladder into the old passageway, and right before you reach the bottom, Lyney gives you a lit oil lamp.
"Take care."
After half an hour, you reach the end of the dark tunnel. Clorinde uses her sword to cut through the overgrown vines blocking your path until natural light eventually starts to come through.
"There's the carriage!" You sigh in relief as it comes into clear sight. "I can't believe it. I'm actually leaving the city, and for once, there is no grand entourage accompanying me."
"And for once, I do not require permission to depart," Clorinde adds. "Shall we? Navia and Furina are waiting for us."
Your two accomplices instantly turn to you at the sound of leaves crunching beneath your feet.
"Your highness! Clorinde!" Navia's eyes brighten. "You made it out safely."
"Thank you for waiting, Navia and Furina."
"Oh, of course!" Furina grins, clapping her hands. "I am more than eager to see this escape plan through. Now, let's get going!"
She opens the door to the enclosed carriage and points inside. "Your disguises are inside as well, so you may change along the way. There are curtains for privacy, of course. Navia and I will just be outside. Just knock on the window if you need anything. We'll be on the lookout."
"Thank you both."
Clorinde stands next to the steps, offering her hand out for you to ascend safely.
"Aw, how romantic!" Navia singsongs.
"What?" Clorinde narrows her eyes.
"You're so sweet, Clorinde."
"It's my job-"
"To ensure the princess's safety. Oh yes, I know, but you two are always an adorable sight."
You snicker at the girls' exchange. "Navia, I can arrange for Clorinde to hold your hand, too."
She gasps in fake surprise. "Pulling rank, I see. Hahaha! I was just teasing. Now get in, lovebirds."
Clorinde shakes her head, taking her seat next to you. The carriage door is shut, leaving the two of you in the confined space. It is much smaller than the royal carriages you are used to, but sitting in proximity to your personal guard is second nature to you.
You recognize the carriage starting to move forward, and the reality sinks in.
"We're really about to do this, Clorinde."
"Hm?" She pauses in the middle of removing her metal plates. "Oh. Yes. There is no turning back now."
"By the way, I was thinking about earlier…" You turn to her, assisting in dismantling her armor. "I don't know why I stopped when my parents called for us. We should have kept running."
"It is alright. I was prepared for any confrontation. And regardless of what we did, I would be charged with treason."
"That is true. I just froze in the moment because I couldn't believe I was truly about to betray them—they have done everything they could to give me a good life since birth. But still, I could not live the rest of my life internally disagreeing with their beliefs and overlooking the rest of the kingdom. So, again, thank you for helping me find the avenue to act on my values, Clorinde.
"On another note, it was rather, attractive, of you to draw your blade and state your loyalties."
"Ah-" Clorinde's eyes widen at the sudden change in topic. "Is that so?"
"There's nothing more attractive than a woman standing to fight for a good cause."
The corners of her lips twitch upwards.
"Then, it seems the same applies to you, princess." Her gloved hands reach up to cup your face. "May I?"
You nod.
She gives you a tender kiss on the lips.
Bonus:
The two of you pull away smiling.
"So, what do you think of this segment, Clorinde? I know the overall worldbuilding and plot still need more work, but…"
"I must say I am eager to play-test the next part as soon as possible."
You beam. "Really?"
"Mm. I haven't role-played scripts where romance is the main focus of the story, but it seems that protecting a runaway princess is a rather enthralling role."
"I'm glad you think so."
Clorinde chuckles. "I am honored that you often ask me for feedback as a senior Game Master, but it was fun to play as your girlfriend, too. Now I am far more certain that romantic partners would be interested in a script like this—I know I would like to see more from you."
Unable to contain your giddiness, you wrap your arms around her neck to bring her in for another kiss.
"Hey, lovebirds!" Navia calls from the other room. "Are we done with the script? I don't think kissing should take that long!"
pt. 2 of sumeru quest screenshots and my alhaitham obsession is getting increasingly clear
my favorite reaction photo/gif: alhaitham crash out + you should know i cried laughing at paimon's overreaction here HJFJHHFJDHSJ i would not be able to keep a straight face if i were lumine
KAVEH KAVEH KAVEH EIEWWIEIWIWIW <3 "why would you question my heartfelt sincerity" im going to EAT YOU
IS HE SMILING??!? ALHIAHATHAM SMILGIN!! :3 FACE?!?!? WHAWHT
an astute observation. also HELL YEAH AKADEMIYA BASHING WOOOOOOO (i say, still a lover of academia) + PLEASE NOT THE HOUSE KEY. IM BONKING HIM. HOW IS KAVEH COMING HOME??
lowkey he's kinda real for this. i just know he'd have the craziest email sign-offs in corporate. "please hesitate to ask any questions" ahh
ok but i really like the vibe of his house. sumeru design yummy + "minimum viable seriousness" WHHADDSJ also real i wish i could be like this about work a bit more