#hsr crossover

"What about you, Dan Heng?" Pom-Pom asks.

"Can I have some time to think about it first?"

The boy placed his hand over his heart. An indication he wasn't ready to decide right away. He could feel his heart thumping against his chest.

The dark-haired boy often sees their new companion, Miss Y/N, enjoying coffee with Himeko, exchanging conversations with Mister Yang, having sleepovers with March, and helping to create new outfits for the Conductor, who had also grown fond of her. Perhaps her prolonged stay here truly made a difference. However, Dan Heng couldn’t help but remain wary of her.

Indeed, they had already crossed out the idea that Miss Y/N’s mere existence came from a planet long forgotten, or perhaps somewhere within this universe. However, her sudden appearance is anything but textbook theory. And for the longest time, Dan Heng could feel an unexplainable power surging deep in her.

It isn’t anything like a stellaron, no.

…Could it be an Emanator whom an Aeon had gazed upon?

He has yet to figure it out. As of now, he could only observe from afar.

“Miss Y/N!” A loud shrill of excitement from Pom-Pom could be heard as they waddled to where she stood, “You’re back!”

He heard a soft chuckle come out of her, a hand slightly covering her mouth as she did so. Eyes turned into half crescent moons. Then, meeting the Conductor at their eye level. “Your warm welcome never fails to bring me joy, Conductor.”

Her gaze no longer held the same intensity as before. Instead, it’s a familiar fondness that he had seen whenever she is with the Conductor, March, and Himeko. Whereas, based on his notes, her relationship with Welt is similar to that of a good comrade who regards the other with high respect and honor.

Pom-Pom giggles at the compliment, the tips of their long ears twitch slightly to the side. “Did you bring Pom-Pom some souvenirs?”

In the near distance at the parlor car, Himeko and Welt sat by the lounge area, witnessing the scene before them.

“Give him more time, Himeko,” Welt reassures after closing the book. “He’ll warm up to her eventually.”

“I know,” Himeko could only heave out a sigh, bringing the cup of freshly brewed coffee close to her lips. “…I shouldn’t be worried over trivial matters. I don’t want their relationship to be completely severed just because of the incident last year.”

He fixed his glasses with a free hand and covered his mouth from the little, awkward cough. “If we try to intervene, it might worsen.”

“Have faith in them, I’m sure, once Dan Heng puts himself out there and meets new people, he’ll take the opportunity to know her more.”

“Dan Heng, don’t just stand there, join us!” Pom-Pom called out when they tilted their head. “Hey! Don’t run away!”

Perhaps he was frightened when the blade was pointed at Himeko.

"Let us know when you're ready to make a decision, Dan Heng," Himeko reassures with a smile.

“March!”

Within the blink of an eye, a blinding light was approaching on March 7th. Out of fear, she froze in her spot and prepared for the worst. Shielding her eyes from such intensity.

Before Dan Heng could push his feet, despite the weariness of his body from fighting the beast with his companions, Himeko stopped him in his tracks. Upon placing a hand on his shoulder, he immediately found the Navigator’s reassuring gaze. He found the two grey-haired siblings, Stelle and Caelus, in front of March. Despite not having a weapon to protect themselves, they tried to redirect the powerful beam of light with their bare hands.

A series of deafening screams could be heard, both taking the harsh blow of the beast.

It became March 7th’s turn to protect them. She was able to conjure a shield made of Six-Phased Ice before the destructive beam could instantly obliterate their existence.

His eyes widened in pure shock. Something must have happened during the small time frame of seconds.

There, he felt it.

A strong surge of power unleashes through the siblings. Enough to cease the existence of the Doomsday Beast before it could destroy the entirety of the space station and the people inside it. Thinking the battle was finally over, Stelle and Caelus began to levitate mid-air. It wasn’t their own doing. The power inside them began to grow uncontrollably.

A stellaron.

Gushes of wind came forth that nearly blew March 7th away. Dan Heng was quick to steady her footing.

Suddenly, their surroundings are engulfed in pure darkness. A distorted opening ripped through reality, similar to lightning on a rainy night. In the middle is a sharp-edged circular blade resembling a pupil. A tall female figure stood with a polearm, its curved blade facing the side. Her eminent silhouette appears menacingly beautiful, in contrast with the ends of her long, braided hair glowing in radiant purple.

Despite the wind's intensity, she stood completely unfazed.

Her vice grip on the polearm tightens, hair swaying in every direction, and her stance is gracefully ready at any given moment.

Dan Heng blinks. Words tongue-tied, in fact, he was more breathless at the sight of her.

He caught a glimpse of her violet eyes, although they held a familiar intensity, he no longer felt afraid. And he understood her sentiment.

Dan Heng gave her a firm but short nod of acknowledgement.

Welt had precisely subdued the siblings. Gently using the backhand of his cane to touch their foreheads, causing both to fall asleep. March and Dan Heng caught them safely in their arms. While Welt descended after fixing his glasses.

Y/N stayed beside Himeko.

“Mister Yang! Are they…” March 7th’s voice trails off.

She couldn’t help but worry over their well-being, especially witnessing how the siblings saved her up close.

“They’re okay now.” He reassures accordingly, despite the questions flooding his mind. “Let’s talk somewhere else.”

From Dan Heng’s peripheral vision, he noticed how drastically Y/N’s demeanor changed. Relief washed over her when Himeko pulled her in a tight embrace. He recalled the first time, how unbelievably striking it was. If she were a part of the Seven Arbiter-Generals, she could easily command an entire fleet at her beck and call.

This time, however, is a bit different.

“Himeko,” Y/N slightly pulled away from the warm embrace, her eyes quickly scanning her dear companion. “Are you and the others alright?”

The red-haired navigator smiled in relief, “Nothing to worry, it’s settled now.”

For a moment, he caught a glimpse of her gaze. He could barely breathe from its cold intensity.

Yet, he wonders how such emptiness envelops her whole being.

“…You harness your power from an amulet?” Welt narrows his gaze, brows furrowed in contemplation.

The two sat across from one another at the parlor car after requesting privacy from the Crew. Y/N wiped the side of her lips with a napkin before making eye contact.

“Not exactly,” Y/N responds, finding the right words after pausing for a moment. “Vision bearers do, however, Archons wield elemental energy from those who place their belief in us. Their prayers, wishes, and even desires.”

“We do not need such… thing to prove our divinity.”

She spoke, sounding truthful and not deceitful.

Welt felt the intensity of his emotions crashing over him. Answers left unsaid, and more questions instead. Truly, it is quite a rare miracle for anyone in the cosmos to encounter someone like her. A person capable of using their power for good or abusing it to its limit.

Unless she chooses to reveal herself, or people turn a blind eye.

He takes a deep breath before inquiring once more. “…Have you thought of concealing your identity?”

"My subjects are aware of my presence. After all, it is the Shogun who acts as the ruling body over Inazuma."

"Are you implying that there is more than one of you?"

The parlor car grew dark.

When she raised her head, bright, violet eyes stared right into his soul. A circular ring of light appeared with a singular eye behind her. Voice turned cold and calculated, "I am the incarnation of lightning itself. I am the Archon of Inazuma. There is no need to conceal my divine authority, for my nation does not question it."

She is an ally, not the enemy. Welt silently reminded himself in an attempt to calm his beating heart.

"I offer my sincerest apologies." He clears his throat, slightly loosening the tight grip on his cane. “In theory, you are saying, Archons is a direct equivalent to that of an… Aeon.”

The lights returned, and her eyes no longer glowed.

This sudden revelation of his makes so much sense now. Yet it begs the question: how much longer can she stay without losing herself?

Welt had his suspicions earlier on, no ordinary mortal can surpass that of an Aeon.

Unless one earned their gaze, became an Emanator, or ascended to Aeonhood. However, he couldn’t grasp the idea of how Y/N was brought here in the first place. There has to be a reason or… something else he has yet to conclude.

The probability of someone being behind all of this is higher.

“If my understanding of this world is correct, it is not too far from the truth.” Her voice returns to its usual warmth, “For example, my upbringing as an Archon is due to my sister, Makoto’s passing.”

“I acted as her shadow, the one leading armies to war and ensuring the safety of her subjects. This is so she can peacefully rule over the nation, and for it to prosper eternally.”

Her gaze fell on her gloved hand. “I made a promise to fulfill our promised Eternity, no matter what it takes. However, being immortal does not equate to escaping erosion or death.”

“…This Eternity you speak of, is it similar to a kind of paradise of a perfect world to you?”

“Precisely,” She confirms. “Yet I recently came to realize how… unrealistically idealistic it is. Perhaps the Eternity my sister wished for is something far from what I once thought it was.”

Welt slowly nods.

“We are so sorry to hear of your loss…”

“You have my deepest gratitude, Mister Yang.”

Himeko knew her past. On the other hand, Welt Yang couldn’t believe how a variant of someone he knew long ago came from a different universe. Bearing the same name, same face, yet a different upbringing altogether.

A part of him felt relieved after their conversation at the parlor car. Because if they happen to meet on different sides of the world, potentially, Y/N is an unstoppable force not to be reckoned with. Her strong resolve and iron will do not define humanity's morals. Not unless there is someone far more capable of changing her resolve.

| Character Voicelines: The Nameless about Y/N |

Dan Heng | Chat: About Y/N

Miss Y/N is a capable Nameless who is well-versed in the art of polearm. The way she wields her weapon is akin to that of swordsmanship. Truthfully, I was impressed by her prowess. If the time is right, we could set aside our differences... She had been anything but kind to everyone, including me.

[Voice Lines: Unlocked!]

Raiden Shogun | About Himeko

Himeko reminds me of someone close in my memories. Perhaps that is why I feel at ease when she is around.

Raiden Shogun | About Welt Yang

Our initial meeting may have been tumultuous, but we have come to realize a common ground between us. Welt Yang is a good strategist and voice of reason. His enthusiasm for knowledge is well regarded.

Raiden Shogun | About March 7th

Miss March reminds me of the cherry blossoms back at home. Carefree, resilient, and one who pushes through harsh winters before being reborn in spring.

Raiden Shogun | About Stelle

Miss Stelle would often provide... Interesting "dry humor jokes". So much so, she wishes to teach me some. I also enjoy the sweets she had brought from the Xianzhou Loufu, such treats have... similar tastes to that of Inazuma.

Raiden Shogun | About Caelus

...I am quite concerned for Mister Caelus sometimes. He and Miss Stelle would find souvenirs in trash cans. Is it part of youthful leisure activities these days?

Raiden Shogun | About Pom-Pom

The conductor reminds me of a dear companion of mine back home. It is endearing to know they enjoy being styled in different clothing, even if they do not admit it.

TAGLIST:

SCP-035 has never met someone like you before.

He’s charming, cunning, and manipulative—but none of it works on you. Not because you’re immune to him, but because you let him think he’s in control before flipping the script entirely.

You’re his perfect counterpart. The ultimate tease, the unattainable yet tangible anomaly that keeps him guessing.

At first, he tries to toy with you, flirt with you, unnerve you. And then, he realizes.

Oh.

You’re not like the others.

You understand him. You see through every little act, every trick, every calculated play. But instead of rejecting him or trying to outmaneuver him, you do something infinitely worse.

You indulge him.

You let him speak his flowery words, you humor his charm—but it’s clear who the real player is in this game. He’s used to being in control, but you? You make it so easy for him to fall under your spell instead.

And it drives him insane.

The Foundation is uneasy. Not because you’re violent, but because they cannot predict what you’re doing.

Why do you allow SCP-035 to get so close?

Why does SCP-035, a master manipulator, seem to worship you?

What is your endgame?

They want to separate you two, but the problem? 035 actually behaves when you’re around.

If anything, he’s less volatile, less inclined to escape, more… cooperative. But only because he knows that if he behaves, he gets you.

035: (mocking, but with an underlying threat) “Oh? You want to take my darling away? My wife?” (chuckles darkly) “Now, now, let’s not be hasty. You wouldn’t want to see me upset, would you?”

The researchers watching? Having war flashbacks.

The Real Question is...Why You Haven’t Given Him a Permanent Host (Yet)?

Because you’re playing the long game.

You could give him a permanent body. A perfect, indestructible vessel crafted specifically for him. A host that would never rot, never decay, never fail him.

And he knows you can.

That’s why he adores you. That’s why he’s obsessed.

But you? You wait.

You let him yearn. Let him crave it. Let him wonder if today is the day you’ll finally grant him that final gift.

035: (grinning, tilting his host’s head at you) “Tell me, dearest… when will you finally stop teasing me?”

You: (smirking, brushing a hand over his mask, whispering) “Would you love me the same if I gave you everything at once?”

035: … (soft chuckle) “Ah. I see. You do know me too well, don’t you?”

And the Foundation? Losing their minds. Because whatever the hell this is? It’s not normal.

They don’t know if it’s love, obsession, or something far worse.

But they do know one thing:

SCP-035 is yours.

Columbina!reader claimed to be a halovian since appearance wise they look similar so after they claimed being a halovian many actually found sense at them being a halovian due to their power seems to be connected towards memoria and sub conscious

Their footsteps are quite to the point of being able to sneak up on those who have high hearing capabilities without any issues, and not to mention they have their eyes closed and are able to walk in the darkness without any issues.

March 7 once scream out bloodied horror when she found columbina!reader just sitting in the middle of darkness at the astral express living room.

Seems to have some sort of precognition ability, columbina!reader would drop hints about what would happen in a few days or what's coming, although they only give a portion of their vision not entirely.

Sometimes their reflection would show up. When creatures sensitive towards memoria would immediately back away from them making space to not be close with columbina! reader.

Have remarkable healing capabilities able to heal sickness and injuries when the crew sustained during a mission.

Many people who have tried to mess with the express or unwelcome visitors would try to take control seems to be afraid of them, for example when an ipc salesman hitchhiker would try to boss around the express with one look towards columbina!yuu they immediately back away and freeze as if seeing things other worldly.

When being near columbina!reader they would always be seen playing a lyre as well the person hearing multiple voices overlapping singing a lullaby or the words "holy, holy, holy" been repeated thousands of times.

Would also consider to be an anomaly amongst the aeons, during the herta space station none of the anti matter legions are brave enough to get close towards them.

Herta has found them entertaining and want to study them but they usually find ways to slip out of her eyes, causing her to be more curious and when she checks the security cameras the cameras would mysteriously go static.

Columbina is an anomaly amongst the universe, even everyone has feelings or doubts of them being a halovian, so during penacony Sunday and robin could immediately recognize they are not a halovian.

columbina!reader possessed a pair of 6 wings that in the edges have multiple eyes, during times of crisis they are able to manipulate the size of their wings creating a shield towards the astral express they are pretty durable able to withstand most dangerous attacks.

It took so frickin' long u probably forgot about it. Sorry. But I have like no time at all. Still thank u very much 4 the request!

And about it… tbh I played in hsr for only a brief while, because I stopped at the beginning of Penacony... (truly unfortunate turn of events) But I searched for help on internet. And after first few informations that I read, an idea popped into my head, so I decided to modify it suitably for a story. Hope its alright

In your life you have visited dozens if not hundreds of places, times and dimensions. You have met thousands of people, explored more than one story, learned new languages, traditions and habits. In the process, you have gained a lot of unique, rich and wonderful memories. However, none of them belonged to you.

You were a memokeeper. You had nothing. You dedicated your entire existence to your almighty Aeon. Your soul, experiences, memories, emotions, feelings. Everything belonged to him.

You were his best memokeeper. You always stole finest memories from most unique universes. You worked long for your title. You wanted to feel appreciated. That's why, once you noticed, that lately no memory had brought your lord to his former euphoria, you knew you had to try harder. Find something one of a kind. Everything for that one smile and few simple words of recognition.

You went on a journey. Where no memokeeper has yet managed to go. Next few worlds and their residents didn't seem really interesting. There was nothing there that your Lord hadn't already seen. But, you weren't willing to give up so easily. After all, you were the best of the best.

In the end, fate brought you to Solaris-3. At first it was a simple miscalculation. But after moments of reflection, you came to conclusion that such coincidences often led to the greatest results. Something was drawing you to Solaris. And especially to Huanglong. That's why you decided to settle there for a longer period of time. You focused your search on possible battlefields. After all, your Aeon gave them his special attention.

However, your focus wasn't drawn to trivial Midnight Rangers. Before you knew it all your attention turned to a certain teal-haired general… Even if it wasn't in your style. By the time you realized, it was too late. You drowned in curiosity. And what's even more surprising, you decided to trust your fox sixth sense.

At first you remained in the shadows. As always.

You watched him from afar. Drank in his view. His smile and gentle voice. You experienced what he did. Got to know him, his surroundings, people close to him and emotions that he showed.

Yet it wasn't enough for you.

You were greedy. You had to taste it yourself.

So you decided to take more advanced steps. And do what you were mostly not in the habit of doing. You decided to reveal yourself.

At first you planned to pretend to be an ordinary local resident. A poor, struggling victim who lost his home and all his belongings in face of war.

However, after a moments of consideration, you pushed that idea back into the shadows. You wouldn't feel right putting yourself in a weaker position than general and your rivals. You had to play a hero in this story.

Now all you had to do was to wait for the right moment. And it came faster than you could have thought.

A group of Midnight Rangers along with a general ran into an ambush. Typical, sunny afternoon. Any attack was definitely unexpected. In the blink of an eye, you jumped in front of Jiyan and covered him with your own body, countering the hit. You dealt a punch that spread destruction and left a deep crack in the ground, decorated with fainted bodies of your opponents.

You hastily turned towards your subject of interest. Jiyan stood there truly shocked with your sudden appearance.

You took a closer look at him. For the first time you had the opportunity to do so.

You saw this spark in his eyes. Full of admiration and fascination. You proceeded to the rescue before he could even react.

A sort of sudden, unfamiliar warmth spread through your body. You felt the need to help him more often.

That's how your relationship began. You were quickly dragged into the ranks of Midnight Rangers and even faster, Jiyan took you in his care.

Now you were able to experience everything he did firsthand. And you couldn't lie, you damn well enjoyed it.

Jiyan quickly took a liking to you. Just as you liked him. If you even knew the meaning of this term. Memokeepers were famous for their manipulative abilities. Extremely necessary when acquiring precious memories. Oddly enough, you didn't need to use them at all. Jiyan liked you for who you were.

At some point you became inseparable. You didn't feel the need to do anything unrelated to general and he neither could nor wanted to chase you away.

The more time you spent with him the more you learned. You even managed to come up with new ideas. Maybe your Aeon was so moody because he needed something different? Instead of war, maybe he should experience some love.

However, there were no candidates in Jiyan's way. And you also didn't feel right with the idea of some stranger messing with general's heart. No one seemed suitable. So you decided to "sacrifice" yourself for the sake of this matter.

Few flirty comments, innocent brushes of hands.

Yet, you needed something more. You needed to create some kind of special memory.

It was one of the coldest nights of an entire year. You stationed in some remote area.

As you walked through narrow paths, between a shabby tents, you heard chattering of teeth. Pitch-black night got illuminated by lone stars and shyly sparkling campfires. Excluding a few tightly wrapped sentries, on your way you didn't come across any living soul.

You reached to the edge of a camp. Jiyan never liked to set up in the center.

You looked around awkwardly. There was no door, no way to knock. You weren't sure how to alert of your presence. But rushed by the cold, you began to call out a name of your general in a loud whisper.

Fortunately, awkward moment didn't last long and man heard you. Jiyan poked his head out of a tent. Sleepy eyes, messy hair. He looked so… vulnerable. He was completely unlike his highly, awe-inspiring general's self. Truly adorable. But you shook off these thoughts in panic.

-Can I come in?-you asked with a devious smirk.

And Jiyan, not yet fully aware of what was happening, only nodded his head and stepped back, thus letting you in.

Closing a tent behind you, you cut off all access to light. In small space you were able to find your way quickly. In the dark, you took off your shoes and, together with Jiyan, placed yourself in the middle of warm furs and sheets. Although Jiyan had never had you inside his tent before, it seemed so natural for the two of you. All those times when Jiyan accidentally fell asleep on your shoulder during long war planning… It added up to one thing.

Hearing a sluggish shuffling, you imagined Jiyan shyly approaching you as he sent you a pleading look. You bit your lower lip in desperation. You really wished you could see that right now.

You slowly raised your hand higher, tracing man's face. Gently grabbed his sharp jaw and pulled him towards you in a confident motion, placing his head on your chest. You felt as general's body relaxed.

You covered him with a thick layer of furs. Left one arm on his hip, when other began to soothingly stroke his hair. Cold slowly faded away in cozy atmosphere and comfort of each other body. Still, you couldn't help but notice Jiyan's gentle shivering. He was freezing. Yet it was you who just got back out of air. You squeezed him tighter. Twisted gently from side to side, releasing your tail, which hurriedly wrapped around Jiyan. General breathed a sigh of relief as he snuggled tighter into you. You knew he liked your tail. Although he never dared to touch it, considering it your private space. He sent it plenty of sneaking glances.

-When are you leaving?

He suddenly broke the silence and you froze.

-How-?

-That's easy to notice. When I talk about plans for the spring you look away. When I ask about your past you avoid the subject. When boys beg you to become their mentor, you turn it into a joke. It all adds up. I am not blind.

Pleasant atmosphere got taken over by a tension. Strange thrill of adrenaline set in your body. You clenched your teeth and hugged man tighter. You didn't know what to say.

-So?

-You can't wait for me to be gone, that much? - you couldn't stand the pressure so you tried to dismiss the subject.

Jiyan shook his head in denial.

-I don't want you to leave at all.

He answered sincerely and turned his face towards you, hoping that despite the darkness you could see his confident look and take his word for granted.

Your heart began to beat faster and you truly started to worry. You had never experienced anything like this. But you felt a sudden urge, to provide Jiyan's safety, just as you did during the ambush. Your instinct told you that you had to reassure him that everything would be fine.

Without much thought, as if guided by your inner self, you lifted your head and placed a gentle kiss on top of man's head.

-I'll be back, I promise - you swore.

It hurt you a lot, but he was right. You had to leave. You hadn't been in your home for long enough. Though you weren't sure anymore if you were still able to call that way a place by Aeon's side. You started to arrange in your head what would you say to Aeon.

But whatever your explanations might be, one thing was certain: