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[andromedathegoddessofstarlight]

Chapter 5, Episode 9- What it showed us:

Episode 9 gave us ALL an impression, and it confirmed so many things about what they were like before they meet.

The first thing is that this episode confirms that Sam and Kit didn't meet until they were both Senior agents. (Which disputes the Junior Agent theory, unfortunately :() The second thing is that it doesn't seem like CLADE zoologists and detectives seem to interact all that much, nor does it seem like partners are a common thing in the agency. Sam and Kit, despite BOTH working in the Sam agency for what SEEMS like a while, considering that they are both seniors, never seemed to know each other until AFTER Director Scratch introduced them to each other.

This means neither of them even SAW each other in all that time, or even INTERACTED, and even if they did see each other in the hallways or something like that, they would have introduced each other at least ONCE considering how outgoing Kit is. IT'S WEIRD.

It's giving me the theory that zoologists and agents work in SEPARATE wings, and it's triggered SO MANY QUESTIONS.

-Did Sam and Kit start living together in the same dorm AFTER they became partners?

-Do detectives and zoologists have separate wings? Do they not normally interact? Despite YEARS being in the same agency?

-HOW DID EACH OF THEM JOIN INDIVIDUALLY (okay this is NOT related but still)

I have SO MANY QUESTIONS.

[anazageek]

Chapter 5 is out now!

Vulnerability, love, and everything in between. 💜

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59834455/chapters/163371451#workskin

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Masterlist (so far! Updt: 25/05/2025)

☆ Chapter 1: the start [ao3]

☆ Chapter 2: The patrol [ao3]

☆ Chapter 3: The manor [ao3]

☆ Chapter 4: Setting sun [ao3]

☆ Chapter 5: Puppies and Rain [ao3]

☆ Chapter 6: Sapphire News [ao3]

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Nandhini Devi when she realized how she'd been played, was a mighty dangerous thing to survive. And the truth was dawning to her fast, if Vandiyadevan read those signs of fury and simmering fire in her eyes correctly. She was recalling each moment leading to this snap of trap jaws - if they had long known the Pazhuvettaraiyar's league was infiltrated with enemies - Karikalan’s announcement that she was under his protection, a particular favour to her brother in the secret service for the crown prince - then having her trailed by Vandiyadevan who is under command to protect her - protect her from the danger only he himself had set in motion. 

Karikalan! Nandhini seethed inwardly. How she could strangle him with her bare hands! 

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: பொன்னியின் செல்வன் | Ponniyin Selvan (Movies) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Adithya Karikalan/Nandini Characters: Adithya Karikalan, Nandini (Ponniyin Selvan), Veer Pandiyan Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Historical Inaccuracy, Fix-It of Sorts, Angst with a Happy Ending, War, Political Alliances, Misunderstandings, Enemies to Lovers Summary:

Some fates are written in Stardust And some are written in Blood Theirs was Neither For it was written in Fire

Aditha and Nandhini were childhood sweethearts, a lifetime ago. Now when they meet again, in the battle field of Pandiya Chozla war, one is a celebrated warrior and the other a princess of a fallen nation. Most importantly, she'd been sheltering his enemy and his hands are stained with her father's blood. It is a firey chasm between them, to cross or drown is hardly a choice. A what if - take on the entire "he killed Veer Pandiyan" angle, which hopefully leads to less heartbreak than what you've already experienced.

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You're Trying To Save Me Chapter 5 is up! Check it out and enjoy!

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Chapter 5: Puppies and Rain

Ao3 link

Warnings: None i believe, [do tell me if i missed any]

The manor is well known to have residents with less than regular sleeping schedules. Not one is spared from this seemly curse. Starting with the restless immortal spirit far older than all their universes combined, unable (or rather never seen) to close his only remaining eye to relax. No matter what time you woke up during the night, the deity will surely find you and herd you back to you room if you leave it before morning. The goliath of the manor following his wake to make sure you do as you were told, so strict with sleep and yet snoozes off all day every day. And everybody knows a great deal of the schizophrenic sleepwalker that you’ll constantly find roaming around the manor and outside of it. Even the emotionless husk that is the right-hand seems to unconsciously teleport away from his room at oddest of times.

That……actually might be why the boss doesn’t seem to ever leave the library after curfew.

At end, the newest addition, the worthless hound, unable to free himself from the chain of memories flooding his brain. Deserved. For he's the catharsis that brought to ruin the kingdom he vow to safekeep. For he is the weapon that turned on its kind. The one that, in a stupid fit of rage, took the precious lives of his friends and of his family, mercilessly. Those that he grew with and alongside of are now dead. While he remains. He remained alive through the wars of his own world, while his comrades, died. Only he remained alive after the massacre at the judgment hall. For some stupid reason he cannot find, he was the only one to survive the destruction that followed suit. At the end, while the code around him collapsed into nothingness, he was allowed to live his life. While others, far more deserving of this chance, did not.

Reminders of what he has done, of what he keeps on doing, linger around his mind long enough to stop him from even falling into slumber. Not like waking up in cold blood, with a full body shake and a scream trapped on his fake throat at 1 in the morning is any better.

On the really bad nights that make him stutter (plea) for a swift end, he gives up on even trying at all. Instead, he attempts to train quietly for the longest he can, while he waits for the morning black sun to make appearance. It is still often that Horror knocks on his door, staring ominously until he agrees to try to sleep again.

He doesn’t, he just sits in his bed reading manga or drawing in his sketchbook. And he does finds it appropriate to do so as well in a moment of “safe” solitude; like this one.

Dream’s vitals are in the okay area, not great not dying, his injuries haven’t developed any infections so far. Which is good. The man’s temperature has risen a tiny bit, but he has it under control. He will later apologize to Horror for using the peas, they don’t have any cooling blankets in the med bay, so he had to improvise.

However, he soon, unintentionally, finds himself staring. He usually tries to not to, but there’s no one here to catch him, so, this one time; he lets his mind stray.

Dream is a formidable opponent. Moves swiftly and with great strength, every punch, every grab and pull aims for an immediate knockout. The way he pulls back his arm for an uppercut, gloves creaking as the leather was forced to press against its own fabric. Or the way he can just throw them effortlessly if they try to contain him. Like the time Horror enclosed both of his hands behind his back with his paw-like one during battle, and Dream kicked him in the leg to make him stumble. He had taken the slip and freed one of his hands before quickly grabbing the big guy by the hand still holding him and just……body slamming him against the concrete street. Cracking it as well, if he remembered it right.

He wasn’t able to see much more as he fought Swap off of him, with a couple meddling royal guards as backup. Blasters roaring behind him. The chronic insomniac instigator and best friend he ever had relied back to him a video of Dust going manic on him as revenge. For more outright out-of-this-world Dust’s magic reserves are, few were the times they were able to shatter Dream’s shield. And this one wasn’t one of the lucky ones. Dream’s weakness was always his merciful nature, so when pretended to be hurt he paused, lowering his shield and guard long enough for Horror to surprise him. The video had ended with Dream breaking the shaft of the axe, while it was still impaled to the side of his ribcage. Not only the breaking was aweing but the fact that Horror’s axe was known to break entire spines in half with a single swing.

Given that he saw Dream fight his boss later into the battle, it didn’t end well for the duo, as expected.

“ew…”

But as always; his peace is short-lived.

“I thought we agreed to not peek?” he mumbled angrily, refusing to let XChara win by letting him peek at his thoughts for longer.

“Yeah, but still, ew.” He reiterated, pointing at his sketch. Dream’s smile was softer, gentler, brighter than he had been for the past year. It still held the dark circles beneath his eyes, but without the pain and exhaustion of their present self. He could almost pretend that it was really Dream looking at him with his known gentleness and grace.

A messy scribble, it could never truly represent the real one. “It’s just a stupid sketch- why are you the expert out of the sudden?”

“I can do better.” XChara simply commented. Floating behind him, ‘placing’ his feet on the top rail of the chair he’s currently sitting in, leaning over his head to peek again at the illustration.

He closes the small sketchbook, “Then do it.” he taunts, rising it and flapping at the air where XChara’s ghost face is supposed to be.

“Fuck off,” in return he slaps his hand away, a tingly feeling running down from where he ‘touched’ him. He chuckles lowly for a little while.

Then the silence starts to extend for a bit too long. It’s awkward, he doesn’t feel comfortable sketching or reading at the moment and XChara isn’t even looking at him anymore. He can’t really see his face, but it feels like he’s almost-

“What happen?” he asks.

He bobs his head towards the sleeping guardian before them.

Cross takes a beat before answering, “I don’t know.” His words feel too raw and honest for his liking. Breathless.

“‘cause this isn’t something you guys do.” He crosses his arms on top of his head before semi-hiding his face in them.

“I know.” He sighs out, fingers trembling with anxiety. Fighting back the need to stretch his hand out, hold the others to appease whatever is hurting.

He can feel XChara’s eyes on him, so he doesn’t act on the impulse, “He’ll get better, I’m sure. He’s been through worse.”

“Yeah…” They go back to staring at Dream’s sleeping figure. XChara doesn’t know how to feel about this newfound…possible problem. He frowns as he notices Dream’s bandaged face. He doesn’t look good.

~

Joining Core was and will always be an honour, a virtue, a pleasure. But handling their people is a different story all together. The city's council is loud at best and complete morons at worse. And lately, it seems that the high tensions have fried the few brain cells they've had left. They offer shit solutions for serious social problems and whine like babybones after their “groundbreaking" ideas are rejected. Bless the ear canals of anyone who even dare to call them out on their bullshit. Some people can never seem to adjust to having minimal to non-existent authority over those that surround them. It never matters if you are a king or a big fish of capitalism, you'll never hold any power over others. The titles you acquired before coming to the Omega Timeline are invalid, they will never matter here, not now, not ever.

But some people just can't get the message across.

Those smart enough to understand that are somehow worse than their predecessors. They immediately start thinking of ways to gain what they've lost. And what's the best way to get to the top? These people will probably answer with something like pushing everyone away from your path, using others influence to inflate yourself, and bringing down anyone who dares to cross you. Morons.

Because of this and many altercations with mentally challenged scientists who love ignoring the word No, the guardian of positivity is always guarded. How can someone so smart be so stupid? From the time they first arrived at the omega city to decades later, Dream is and was never left out to the open. Never, not once he's unprotected from the citizens he's sworn to keep safe. He and Core have made sure of it. Even if the guardian not always noticed them, he does have a squad of royal guards following his wake at all times. They are highly and properly trained, with special abilities that allow each of them to hide in plain sight in a different way. Patrolling day and night, there's always someone there to watch his back.

This Dream knew. This Dream did not like.

"'Rise you 2," Laughter echoed in the hall, he used it to his advantage, sneaking across to the other pillar uncaught.

A soldier pressed his cards against the table, numbers up, "Ooooh~!" The soldiers gathered closer to the game, teasing the loser as he exclaimed "man- I hate this guy."

Their mocking muffled as he closed the window behind him, standing on the tiles of the seventh floor. Wind trashed against him, cape flying wildly to the gust’s whim. He carefully walked down the narrow path, keeping a close eye on any open windows. When he reached the corner of the building, he held himself up, grabbing onto the railing above him to cautiously test the strength of the flag post. Once he knew it wouldn't give under his weight he jumped quickly. Opening the window and entering before he could be noticed. After closing the opening he lowered himself to the ground, crouching as he took in his environment.

It almost looks like the same hall he was in a few minutes ago. But no lights of any kind. The big fluorescent lights have been turned off, the decorative lamps too. Smiling to himself as he stands once more. Dream hates bodyguards, so he makes sure to make it harder to those he has to hide anywhere inside his floor. Giving he's the only person working in this floor and refuses the guards offered, it would be weird to find anyone he hasn’t personally picked around. Few maids, and a handful of butlers taking care of his archives. They don't wander the halls, knowing better than be caught doing anything but their duties by a sleep deprived, pissed-off guardian coming back from a messy mission.

Still, he keeps himself to the sides of the corridor. Using his phone to check for any movement before crossing the threshold of a door. Creaaaakkkk~ Dream also insists on making any of his bodyguards attempts at sneaking around completely impossible, placing magic detectors and sound traps on every corner. It's been an ongoing war, with the maids messing with the traps by accident and the bodyguards having to run from a spear to the face.

A loud sound echoes over the last corridor reaching Dreams office hall. Uninterrupted snores that stop his train of thought. In the middle of the corridor, beneath a window sits a human guard, deep snores and very comfortable on the foldable chair. There shouldn’t be guards, if Dream were to see them the whole council with get an earful. But besides from the man, there's no other guard at sight. He closes the door behind him very carefully. The palace holds many art pieces, gathered during the standstill of the great multiversal war. From different time spaces, most were saved from the burnings of history, some even hold timestamps from missing societies and kingdoms. Like portraits of Incas and-

Clank!

Maybe he is getting old. One of his feet has clashed against a beverage can placed on the floor. The man stirs. He freezes in turn, stunted still. When the man scoffs, he teleports away, hiding behind a pillar once more. Trembling in anticipation, waiting for the moment Dream's alarms blare off. Click. The now awake guard turns on his flashlight, searching the place with its light. He is tempted to climb the pillar to avoid the light. “Augh, damn wind.” the chair creaks loudly, a subtle click follows it, and the light is snuffed out. It doesn't take long for the snores to begin muffling the wind outside.

Tiptoeing across the corridor faster than intended, he hides near the other walls corner for a while. Double checking that the snores don't get interrupted before walking to the door. When he crosses the threshold, and only when the door behind him creaked shut, did he allow himself to let out a sigh of relief. Crisis averted he guesses. On the ceiling, by the corner, a camera beeped awake.

These cameras aren't connected to the palace's inner security system, or to any “technically” living person. Dream made sure that no one but his machines had access to the cameras network. He and many others put their necks out for Dream to be allowed such privacy, but at end, the boy had the power to decide if he even wanted to follow the councils orders. They had to find a workaround to his whims, there was no other option back then. Dream distrusted any and all adults that tried to order him around. Not one member of the council made a good first impression, so they are forever in the petty boy's bad side.

He made a peace sign to the camera.

It moved away pointing to the left corner before turning itself off.

Sigh, relieved as he was, he couldn't make more louder noises. Like laughing at his own misery. Because as soon as he turned the corner unbothered and completely sure of himself a voice called out to him.

Oh, for stars sake.

"Good evening, Lieutenant." The royal guard salutes him, the hint of smugness in his voice spurs him awake from his scare. "Rough weather, sir?" Swap grumpily mutters a good evening as he salutes back, letting both of their hands fall down in unison.

"ha-ha, very funny Asriel." His once-trainee chuckles, he stands idly as Swap approaches him. "What have you heard?"

"Not much. Main order is to not let anybody through." The goat monster opens the door for him, his armour clanking softly as he stands to the side.

Swap takes the offer with light feet. "Not let anybody, eh?" He mocks in turn. Asriel, or Goatee, as they used to call him, comes from a long-destroyed universe, a classic alternative. He was one of the many children of his time to be raised in the omega city.

"You know me Sir." The door closes.

Leaving Swap alone. In the guardian of positivity’s office. With no trace of the usually sleeping boy he raised . His chair left behind in a hurry, quill pushed aside as if it meant nothing anymore.

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Chapter 5 A Woman's Scorn

It was 10:00 a.m. I had to hurry to Mr. Johnson’s house to babysit. My heart warmed at the thought of seeing baby John and his sweet, ocean-blue eyes. With my key to the Johnsons' back door, I let myself in, eager to see John’s big smile. As I inserted the key, the door swung open unexpectedly. Mr. Johnson stood there, his face flushed and eyes darting.

“Hey, Vanessa, I’m in a rush. I left extra cash on the counter. I’ll be gone for the weekend. Can you stay?” he asked urgently.

“I don’t mind. I could stay with baby John,” I assured him.

Relief washed over his face. “Wonderful. John adores you. If anything happens, call me or Sophia.” Without looking back, he called, “Bye, John. I adore you, son.”

Mr. Johnson dashed out. I picked up John and walked to the window. I watched as he hurriedly stuffed a bag into a red car. The way he moved, trying to avoid something, was frantic. When the car backed out, I strained to see who was driving. My heart stopped—it was Mrs. Delagarza. What the hell?

John jumped in my arms. “Oops, sorry, John,” I murmured.

Five minutes later, Sophia pulled up, her car screeching to a halt. She stormed through the door, her face a mask of fury and her eyes red and puffy from crying. I had never seen her like this before—usually so composed, now unraveling before me.

“Vanessa,” she panted, “where is he?”

“Mr. Johnson?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Yes, of course!” she snapped, her voice sharp and barely contained.

“He said he was going on a weekend trip,” I replied softly, the tension in the room palpable.

Sophia’s eyes darted around the room, her hands trembling. “His phone’s going to voicemail,” she said, her voice breaking. “Did you see what kind of car he left in?”

“A red one,” I managed to say.

Sophia’s face twisted into a bitter smile. “I just know he’s cheating on me,” she hissed. “A woman knows. The signs are always there—the late nights, the secretive calls. It starts with fewer conversations, then he becomes distant, like you’re a stranger in your own home.”

Her voice cracked, and for a moment, she seemed on the verge of collapse under the weight of her emotions. Her breath came in shuddering gasps, her face etched with pain. I could see the storm inside her—hurt, anger, betrayal, all fighting for dominance. Her eyes brimmed with tears, her jaw clenched tight.

“Vanessa, I’m going out,” she said, her voice trembling but firm. “I need to clear my head. Can you stay with John?”

“Yes, of course. When will you be back?” I asked, trying to offer some semblance of calm.

“I don’t know.” Her voice was distant, as if she was already somewhere else. She turned and walked out, her shoulders stiff and her movements sharp, like each step was a struggle. I could feel her rage lingering in the room, heavy and suffocating.

I looked at John, who was laughing and reaching into the air. His eyes sparkled with innocence. Was it Dorris playing with him? She always enjoyed making him laugh. But then John started to cry. I grabbed the keys, put him in the stroller, and headed to the car. It might be best to get out of the house.

As I opened the car door, a wave of nostalgia hit me. I remembered Dorris, Susane, and Sara—the mischievous twins. We had so many wild times, from partying without permission to running from cops. I should visit Susane and Sara after the weekend. I could tell them about the bridge. But first, I need to find my next offering.

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