#Tender for Transport Service

[queenshelby]

Auctioned (P. 3)

Pairing: Dark!Thomas Shelby x Virgin!Reader/OC

Warning: Darkish Themes, Prostitution, Smut, Eventual Loss of Virginity, Dubious Consent, Corruption, Destructive Behavior, Massive Age Gap

Notes: Damn, I had this in my drafts for a while but could not publish it as I was a little afraid about how it would be perceived. Also this is the first time I used an OC, so be gentle with me.

You settled into your new life at Arrow House, a grand estate where elegance and opulence intertwined with darkness and danger. As a shy and inexperienced woman, you had much to learn about the ways of pleasing Thomas Shelby, the dominant gangster who ruled over this unforgiving world.

The days passed slowly as you acclimated to your surroundings. You found solace in the stables, where the horses seemed unbothered by the treacheries that lurked beyond the estate's walls. Their gentle presence offered a temporary respite from the weight of your newfound responsibilities.

Inside the library, you delved into books, seeking knowledge and distraction. It became your sanctuary, a place of refuge where the stories transported you to distant lands, far from the clutches of Thomas Shelby's demanding presence. 

The library was adorned with antique furniture, its rich scent of leather bindings and aged parchment elevating the ambience.

You felt safe there, hidden amidst the countless tomes that were silent witnesses to the sins committed within these walls. But even here, you couldn't escape the shadow of Thomas Shelby. His presence loomed over everything, a constant reminder of your precarious position.

Alison often visited you in the library, offering her wisdom about navigating your role as Thomas' "possession". Her guidance was invaluable, yet it never seemed enough to fully ease your fears.

The more time you spent with Thomas, the clearer it became that he was a man of many contradictions – tender one moment, cruel the next.

***

One evening, after a lavish dinner party, you were summoned to his office. Nervously, you followed Alison down the corridor, trying to hide your trembling hands behind your back. She glanced back at you with a reassuring smile, reminding you to breathe and find your centre.

Thomas waited patiently inside his office, seated upon his large, comfortable leather chair. He leaned back, studying you with an unreadable gaze. The room was dimly lit, adding to the air of mystery surrounding him.

"Y/N," he began, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through your core. "Tonight, I require your services as Alison has not been feeling too well." His eyes flickered to Alison, who stood quietly beside you, nodding, and you took a deep breath, feeling your nerves calm slightly as you tried to focus on the task ahead. 

Thomas continued, "You have proven yourself capable before, so I know you can handle this." Your confidence wavered slightly as you considered the pressure he placed upon you. But you knew it was necessary to prove yourself to him once again. 

As such, and without words, you approached him, kneeling on the floor in front of his imposing presence. He allowed you to take control, giving you an opportunity to showcase your talents while still hurrying you along since he had business to attend to. 

"You have fifteen minutes, Love. I suggest you get to it, eh?" Tommy pointed out while he opened his belt and then his zipper. 

Your heart raced faster than usual; your hands trembled as you reached out to touch him. Time seemed to slow down, the only sounds in the room being your heavy breaths and the rustling of his clothes as his erection was revealed to you once again.

His powerful thighs his commanding presence, all enveloped you, making you feel like you were floating outside of your body, a mere observer of the events unfolding.

With shaking hands, you reached forward, letting your fingers brush against his skin, feeling the heat radiating from him. You could sense his impatience growing as you wrapped your hand around his hard, throbbing length.

He wanted satisfaction quickly and efficiently. You focused intently on your task, desperate to prove yourself worthy to him.

"Come on, Love, use your mouth," his eyes remained cold and distant, making you question if your efforts were truly appreciated.

"Yes, Mr Shelby," you confirmed before taking his length into your mouth with a mixture of nervous excitement and determination. Your tongue swirled around the head, tracing patterns designed to bring him pleasure. You listened carefully to the sound of his breathing, monitoring the rhythm to match your movements.

"That's it, Love. Keep going," he eventually groaned as hips shifted restlessly, and you maintained your focus, determined to prove yourself worthy of his attention.

With each passing minute, your resolve grew stronger, driven by the desire to win his approval.

Your mouth moved fluidly up and down his length, creating an erotic dance that matched the tempo of his breathing. His moans and gasps intensified, feeding your confidence as you perfected your technique.

Time seemed to warp around you, as if every second was a lifetime spent entirely under his gaze. Your lips wrapped tightly around him, sucking firmly, creating waves of pleasure coursing through his body. With each movement, you felt your power grow, and your connection to him deepened.

"Good girl, keep your tongue firm against my cock", he groaned, his grip on the armrest tightening, his eyes burning with intensity.

Your hands worked together, caressing his thighs, teasing his balls gently. You could feel his arousal building, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Yes, just like that…" he muttered, his voice thick with desire.

Every word, every touch, served to fuel your determination.

As the minutes ticked away, the intensity of your focus heightened.

You could hear the echo of your laboured breaths, the creak of the leather chair, and the subtle click of the clock. Each sensation brought you closer to achieving the level of mastery you sought.

The warmth emanating from Thomas radiated onto your face, filling your nose with the distinct scent of masculinity. His fingers clenched and unclenched, mirroring the turbulent storm of his thoughts and emotions.

Alison watched from a distance, silently observing both of you, her expression a mix of admiration and concern.

"Almost there, Love. Fuck," he cursed, his hand reaching back to play with your hair. "Don't stop now," he commanded, a possessive tone in his voice. His gaze held yours, daring you to defy him, but you knew better than to test his patience.

You kept working diligently, maintaining eye contact with him, allowing him to see the depth of your commitment. Your lips continued to slide up and down his length, creating a rhythmic pattern designed to please him.

"I expect you to swallow every drop, Love," he went on to say before; with a loud roar, he came, shooting hot liquid into your mouth.

Your reflexes kicked in instinctively, taking his seed into your mouth, savouring the taste as he let out a long, satisfying sigh. His breathing gradually slowed down, and he released you from his grasp.

You gently touched his thigh, looking up at him with a mixture of humility and pride, unsure of how he would react. He looked down at you, a slight grin playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Not bad, Love. Not bad at all." His praise sent a surge of relief through you, washing away any lingering doubts about your abilities. 

"Thank you, sir," you confirmed before licking the remnants of seed from your lips.

You felt a strange mix of apprehension and accomplishment, proud of your ability to provide him with pleasure yet concerned about what the future might hold.

***

Over the next two days, you spent more time at the stables, and even Thomas joined you on one occasion, taking an interest in your passion for horses. 

As he watched you tend to the animals, you found yourself sharing anecdotes about your life before Thomas Shelby. His attention focused solely on you as you shared stories about your family and childhood dreams. Despite the awkwardness of sharing such personal experiences, it strengthened your bond with him.

He listened intently, asking questions about your past, genuinely interested in understanding who you were beyond the physical aspects of your relationship. It was during those moments that you realised Thomas possessed a complexity rarely seen in others.

As you tended to the horses, he observed you with a keen eye, almost as if he was searching for something deeper. He inquired about your love for horses and how it had begun. Your heart fluttered at the genuine curiosity in his eyes, and you shared your tale with fervour. You spoke of your first horse, a gentle mare named Whisper, who taught you the art of connection and trust. It was evident in his expressions that your words resonated with him, striking a chord that few other subjects ever did.

As you shared your stories, Thomas became increasingly invested in learning more about you. He asked probing questions, seeking to understand the motivations behind your actions and choices.

You couldn't help but be amazed by his genuine curiosity and openness. In the midst of it all, you found yourself drawn to him in ways you never imagined possible. The warmth in his eyes whenever he looked at you was intoxicating, leaving you yearning for more.

Yet, you remained cautious not to let your feelings for him run wild. You cherished these rare moments of solitude where he appeared vulnerable and engaged.

As the days passed, you continued to learn more about him, too. He revealed parts of himself that surprised you, and you discovered a gentler side hidden beneath his hard exterior. However, you couldn't help but notice the darkness that occasionally clouded his eyes, hinting at a past filled with pain and betrayal.

It left you wondering how someone so wounded could find joy in a world that seemingly brought him nothing but suffering. As you delved deeper into his history, you uncovered the reason behind his controlling nature. It was a need to protect himself, and he seemingly enjoyed the thrill of being the one in charge.

Taking charge was exactly what he did that same night again when you were called into his chambers, and it was Alison who gave you a pep talk before your impending encounter. 

"Tomorrow night, Mr Shelby wants to claim what he acquired during the auction," Alison told you softly. 

"You will be spending time with him alone. This is what he wants," she added, her voice steady and confident.

You nodded in understanding, knowing full well that giving in to his desires would keep you safe and secure within his domain. 

She placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, telling you not to worry about it too much.

"You will do well; I have no doubt about it. Despite this, Mr. Shelby seems to have a soft spot for your innocent nature. I think it intrigues and arouses him all at the same time," Alison explained, watching you carefully. 

"But don't fret; it's just another aspect of his personality. He enjoys pushing boundaries and testing limits." She smiled reassuringly, offering advice to calm your nerves.

"Which brings us to tonight, where he wants to see us both to ensure that, come tomorrow, you are ready to lose your virginity to him," Alison exclaimed, and thus, as the night fell, Alison led you through the labyrinthine hallways of Arrow House, guiding you towards Thomas Shelby's private quarters. The anticipation and nerves danced in your chest, each step amplifying the thump of your heartbeat.

Finally, you stood before the imposing door, your palms slightly damp as Alison knocked, her knuckles rapping against the solid wood. The sound reverberated through the silence, announcing your arrival. You had not been in his bedroom before and were surprised that tonight, this was where he wanted you both to come.

The door creaked open, revealing Thomas Shelby, his eyes sharp and piercing as they scanned both you and Alison. His lips curled into a predatory smile, and you felt a shiver trickle down your spine.

"Come in, close the door," Thomas said, his voice carrying the weight of authority.

Alison stepped aside, allowing you to enter first. You walked slowly across the threshold, careful not to make eye contact with Thomas, your heart racing in your chest. You followed the path Alison had shown you earlier that evening, walking towards the centre of the room. As you approached, Thomas' presence became more pronounced, enveloping you in his powerful aura.

"Y/N, stand here," he ordered, pointing to a spot near the edge of the large, ornate bed. As you moved closer, the fine detailing of the furniture around you caught your attention.

The opulence of the room seemed to overwhelm you, a stark contrast to the simple life you had once known. Standing beside Alison, you took it all in – the rich fabric of the curtains, the intricate patterns carved into the bedposts, and the sense of power that hung thick in the air. Thomas' eyes bore into you, his intensity causing your pulse to race faster.

Alison broke the silence, addressing Thomas with a calm demeanour. "Mr. Shelby, Y/N has proven herself capable of pleasing you, so what do you expect of her tonight?" she asked.

His lips tightened, the lines around his eyes deepening.

"Well, first, I want to see how receptacle she is to my touch, and then, we shall see, eh?” Tommy said, and your heart raced as you absorbed his words, trying to hide your nervousness.

Alison seemed unfazed by his crude language, her face remaining composed.

"Of course, Mr. Shelby," she replied coolly, maintaining her composure despite the demanding situation.

Tommy's eyes locked onto yours, assessing your reaction. He leaned back against the bedpost, his gaze turning predatory. "Let's begin then."

You hesitated for a moment, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise within you.

"Undress, Sweetheart," Tommy then ordered, his tone commanding and authoritative. With trembling hands, you began to shed your clothes, revealing your body to him for the first time as you stood there, vulnerable and exposed.

Tommy walked towards you, his eyes trailing across your now-exposed body. You held your breath, trying to mask your discomfort. "Beautiful," he whispered, running his fingers lightly along your skin.

You felt your cheeks flush as you met his gaze, a mixture of surprise and attraction burning in your eyes.

Without warning, he grasped your wrist, pulling you toward him. Your breath hitched as you found yourself pressed against his hard chest, the heat of his body seeping into yours. You closed your eyes, trying to remain composed amidst the intense sensations coursing through your body.

"Don't be afraid, Love," he murmured, his voice low and seductive.

"This isn't something to be ashamed of." Your eyes met his, finding solace in the sincerity of his words. You allowed yourself to relax slightly, the tension easing from your shoulders. As your confidence grew, so did the desire coursing through your veins.

He led you over to the bed, sitting you down on its edge. He positioned himself behind you, his hands resting gently on your shoulders. "You must trust me, eh," he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"I won't hurt you." His tender touch made you believe him, even though a part of you wondered if he was lying. Still, you found yourself wanting to surrender completely to him despite the lingering uncertainty.

Slowly, he ran his hands up and down your arms, gently tracing the curves of your body. His touch was gentle yet firm, stirring both excitement and trepidation within you. The warmth of his touch caused your heart to beat faster, filling you with a longing for more.

His touch was masterful, expertly skimming over your skin with just enough pressure to leave you wanting. As his hands continued their journey down your body, you found yourself growing increasingly aroused. You were caught between the desire to satiate your yearnings and the fear of revealing too much of yourself.

Your mind drifted to the various lessons Alison had taught you, trying to find strength in those memories. You remembered the way she spoke of Thomas, describing him as possessive yet kind.

"Now, listen carefully," he began, his voice resonating with control. 

"I want you to lie down, legs spread open so that I can get a good look at what I acquired," Thomas told you before gesturing for Alison to join you on the large bed.

Alison, ever composed, obeyed his order without hesitation. You watched her, taking note of her composure.

"Come here, pet, rest your head on my lap and present yourself to who owns you now," she said, her language surprisingly crude and dominant, just like Thomas enjoyed it.

You felt your heart quicken, unsure if you could fully comprehend her words. But as Thomas' strong fingers wrapped around your nape, you realised that you needed to submit to his will, as Alison had advised you previously.

So, you obliged, placing your head upon his strong lap and looking up into his penetrating eyes. They were cold, like steel, but there was also a hint of tenderness beneath it.

"Spread your legs wide for me, Love," he commanded, his voice harsh yet commanding.

Obeying instinctively, you extended your legs, feeling the vulnerability of your exposed position. As you lay there, exposed and submissive, you couldn't help but feel the intense mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

"Look at me," he demanded, his voice echoing throughout the room. Unwilling to disobey, you raised your gaze to meet his steely eyes.

"Do you understand that you belong to me? That your body belongs to me?" He asked, his tone demanding an answer.

Nodding your head, you acknowledged his claim, feeling the weight of his ownership settling upon your shoulders. You swallowed hard, the lump forming in your throat growing larger with each passing second. As you lay there, feeling the heat radiating from his body, you tried to come to terms with the fact that you belonged to him.

"Good girl," he cooed. "Now let me have a look and see whether you are really still a virgin, eh?" Tommy smirked playfully, his eyes filled with curiosity and determination. Despite your anxiety, you felt a rush of excitement surge through your veins. This was a new experience, one that would change your life forever.

As you lay there, exposed and vulnerable, the room was filled with an electric tension. The atmosphere was charged with desire and apprehension. Your eyes darted to Alison, who remained poised and calm, seemingly unaffected by the intensity of the situation. She smiled at you encouragingly, conveying confidence and reassurance.

Your heart skipped a beat as Thomas approached, his powerful presence casting a shadow over you.

"Are you ready?" he whispered, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your core.

Nodding your head, you managed a small smile, hoping it conveyed your readiness. Your stomach flipped in anticipation, and your heart raced in your chest.

"That's my good girl," he responded his approval warming your soul. He leaned in, his rough fingers tenderly tracing your cheekbone.

"Trust me, Love, I will be gentle. I won't claim you just yet, not until tomorrow night," he whispered softly, his warm breath tickling your ear. Your heart leapt, caught between excitement and apprehension. You wanted to give yourself wholly to him, even though doubt still lingered in the back of your mind. However, Alison's assurance that Thomas wasn't entirely cruel lent you some comfort.

With a delicate touch, he began exploring your body. His hands brushed over your sensitive skin, eliciting waves of pleasure you'd never imagined possible before, finally descending to your core to assess the condition of what he purchased.

You felt a mixture of nervousness and anticipation as his fingers traced over your slit before he opened you up slightly. He then used two fingers to spread your pussy lips open slightly, determining the truth of your virginity.

You felt a twinge of pain and discomfort, which only heightened your awareness of your vulnerability. Yet, simultaneously, you found yourself becoming increasingly aroused by the intense sensations.

As he examined you, you felt a strange blend of fear and arousal, a complex mix of emotions that you had never experienced before. The knowledge that you belonged to Thomas, that he could do anything he pleased with you, sent a thrill of excitement coursing through your veins.

"You are already wet, my love. Are you enjoying this?" Tommy asked his voice husky with desire. You nodded, unable to find your voice due to the intensity of the sensations coursing through your body. His fingers were skilled, teasing you expertly, drawing out your pleasure and tormenting you simultaneously. It was a sensation, unlike anything you had ever experienced before, leaving you craving more of his touch.

Thomas's gaze locked onto yours, his expression one of satisfaction and control. "You're so responsive, sweetheart," he purred, leaning in to press his lips against your forehead.

"Let's see how you taste, eh?" Tommy said, wanting to run his tongue through your slit.

You couldn't hide the mixture of fear and excitement that gripped you at his proposal. But as his face drew closer to your core, you felt a surge of trust welling up inside you. Perhaps it was because Alison had been so kind and reassuring, or maybe it was simply your growing desire for Thomas. Whatever the reason, you allowed him to take you in his mouth, opening your legs wider to accommodate him.

As he began to taste you, you closed your eyes, letting the exquisite sensations wash over you.

Thomas's mouth moved skillfully, causing waves of pleasure to course through your body. You moaned softly, lost in the intensity of the moment.

Meanwhile, Alison watched you both intently, silently observing the interplay between you and Thomas. There was a sense of pride in her eyes but also some profound jealousy.

She wanted Thomas to acknowledge her as his primary source of lust, not some inferior second choice. However, she knew that your innocence held certain allurements for Thomas. Thus, she didn't show her feelings on her face, hiding them well.

You, however, were too preoccupied with the sensations cascading through your body to notice her jealousy.

The sensations continued to build, culminating in a powerful climax that left you shuddering. Thomas released you from his grasp, pulling away to admire your flushed face and quivering form.

You looked up at him, the afterglow of passion evident in your eyes. His gaze burned with possession and desire, the power dynamic between you tangible in the air.

"This is just tonight's beginning, Love," he murmured softly, a wicked grin playing on his lips, and your heart raced as you processed his words, anticipation building within you. 

"Now, what do you think, Alison? How many fingers could I get into her virgin hole without tearing her?" Tommy asked, his voice laced with dark desire for you.

Alison raised her brows in a challenge and considered for a moment. "Two fingers, no more than that," she replied confidently. 

"Two, eh?" Tommy mocked. "How about we start with one, Love?" Tommy suggested before asking you to spread your legs wide again. 

As you complied, your nerves became jangled with anticipation.

You looked at Alison, seeking guidance from her as you lay there, exposed and vulnerable. Her cool demeanour seemed unshaken, giving you courage. She smiled reassuringly, telling you that you could handle this.

As Thomas moved closer, his hands slowly caressed your thighs, sending shivers down your spine. He took his time, pressing his first fingers against your entrance, attempting to penetrate you gently.

You cringed at the sudden intrusion, your body tensing in response.

Thomas, surprised by your tightness, forced his digit into you nonetheless.

You cried out in pain, your body resisting his intrusion. He stopped, hesitated for a moment, then pulled his finger out carefully. Alison's expression remained unchanged, unperturbed by your distress.

"You may need some practice, Love," Thomas commented, his voice dripping with condescension. You bit your lip, trying to control your tears, fighting back the urge to succumb to despair. You refused to accept defeat, determined to prove your worth in Thomas's eyes.

"I can take more than one finger, sir," you said defiantly, looking directly into his eyes. Thomas regarded you with a mix of curiosity and appreciation.

"Let's see how much you can truly take, Love," he murmured, his tone hinting at the challenge ahead. Slowly, he pressed his second finger against your entrance, this time applying more pressure. You winced, your body instinctively protesting the intrusion.

Thomas observed your reaction closely, his eyes narrowing in concentration.

As you clenched your teeth, refusing to cry out in pain, he pushed his finger deeper into you. Despite the burning sensation, you maintained your resolve, staring straight into his eyes with determination. Alison continued to watch from the sidelines, her demeanour unmoved by your discomfort.

"Not bad, Love," Thomas acknowledged, his voice imbued with respect. His fingers flexed within you, pushing further in as you tried to bear the increasing discomfort.

Your face contorted with pain, your body struggling to adjust to the foreign invasion. With each incremental advance, you gritted your teeth, silently vowing to overcome the pain.

Alison's gaze remained steady, unwavering, her expression betraying no sympathy for your suffering. As your agony intensified, you felt a renewed sense of determination, fueled by your need to prove yourself worthy in Thomas's eyes.

Sweat trickled down your forehead, a testament to your resolve.

"I can take it," you reassured Tommy again, even with tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

Thomas was now visibly impressed with your resilience. He admired your courage and tenacity in the face of immense pain.

"I know you can, Love, but I don't want to stretch you too much just yet. My cock will take care of that tomorrow night," he groaned, withdrawing his fingers from you, causing a wave of relief to wash over you.

You wiped away the tears, taking deep breaths to calm your ragged nerves. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, trying to regain composure.

Alison watched Thomas's every move with an unreadable expression, her thoughts hidden behind her emotionless mask. She seemed neither envious nor impressed, merely observant.

 You looked at Thomas, seeing something new in his eyes - a hint of admiration, perhaps even respect." Tomorrow night, Love, I will not be so kind," Tommy then said to you, his voice carrying a warning mixed with promise. Your heart skipped a beat, the excitement growing within you before he told you to leave his bedroom so that he could finish off with Alison.

"Mr Shelby, may I watch? Perhaps I could learn something from it for our encounter tomorrow night," you suggested, and Thomas smirked.

"By all means, Love, you can watch while fuck Alison. Although bear in mind that what I am about to do to her is not something you will be capable of enduring just yet, eh" Thomas said before motioning for Alison to come over so that he could fuck her.

She approached him with a cool confidence, undoubtedly aware of the power dynamics between them.

Your eyes followed every movement, absorbing the raw, primal energy of their interaction.

Without losing any time, Alison got on to all fours.

"Very good, Alison. She knows that this is how I like to fuck her," Tommy said before he took position behind her, grasping her hips firmly and pulling her close to him.

He was hard and ready after having toyed with you for an hour, and, without losing any time, he lined himself up with Alison's entrance without giving consideration as to whether she was wet enough or not. 

His forceful entry caused Alison to let out a sharp gasp, her body jolting slightly as she tried to adapt to his unexpectedly brutal thrust.

Thomas, driven by lust and power, took control of the situation, forcing Alison to submit to his desires. Her resistance, if there ever was any, was crushed under the weight of his dominance.

You watched with bated breath, fascinated by the spectacle unfolding before you. Alison's face remained impassive, though her eyes betrayed a mixture of pain and resignation.

In her moments of quiet defiance, she would occasionally look over at you, her gaze holding a subtle challenge. It was clear that she was both envious and threatened by your presence, torn between admiration for Thomas's preference for you and fear of being replaced entirely.

As Thomas continued his brutal assault on Alison, you found yourself growing increasingly aroused by the sight. The erotic tension between them heightened, fuelling your own desires.

You could not help but feel a twinge of envy as you watched Thomas and Alison engage in their fierce, unapologetic union. Their bodies moved in harmony, each thrust eliciting a moan or grunt from the other. Thomas's strength and dominance contrasted beautifully with Alison's feigned indifference, creating a seductive dance of power and submission.

Your heart raced as you observed their fervent exchange, your breath quickening with each powerful thrust.

The atmosphere in the room was charged with palpable sexual tension, leaving you feeling utterly captivated. Alison's performance was a masterclass in maintaining composure despite the brutality of Thomas's thrusts. It was almost as if she enjoyed being on the receiving end of his domination, albeit with a veiled resentment towards you for being his chosen concubine.

As the intensity of their coupling reached its peak, Thomas pulled out of Allison and called for you.

"Kneel and open your mouth. I want you to take my cum" he said, his voice laced with authority. You felt a surge of power as you obeyed him, opening your mouth eagerly, your lips parted in anticipation. Thomas's arousal was evident as he stood above you, his eyes filled with desire.

"Make sure you swallow, eh?" he groaned before shooting his load into your open mouth. Your cheeks bulged as you swallowed, savouring the taste of his seed as it coursed down your throat. The act served as a reminder of your place in his world – submissive and willing to please him at any cost.

Thomas watched you intently, a hint of satisfaction playing across his features. His gaze held a mixture of admiration and possession, making you feel cherished but also owned. Alison, having witnessed the entire encounter, glared at you with a jealous, defiant air.

You held her gaze, unfazed by her hostility. Though you were physically weak, your spirit was strong, unbowed by her disapproval. The battle lines had been drawn, and you knew that your relationship with Thomas would only grow more complicated as time passed.

As you cleaned up, you could not help but feel a sense of accomplishment. Though the evening's events left you drained and sore, you knew Thomas's trust in you had grown significantly.

[s-soulwriter]

Happy prompts (writing)

And now that i posted some dark prompts,here are some more happy and fluff ones, since we all need a bit of comfort sometimes.

In a world where dreams have the power to come true, a young artist discovers their ability to bring joy to others by turning their imaginative drawings into real-life wonders.

A retired astronaut, who once explored the vastness of space, decides to share their love for the cosmos with a group of enthusiastic kids, sparking an intergenerational bond and inspiring the next generation of explorers.

An elderly couple finds a forgotten box of love letters they wrote to each other during their youth. As they revisit those tender moments, they decide to recreate their first date, reliving the magic of their long-lasting romance.

A small town rallies together to restore a neglected park, turning it into a vibrant community space filled with gardens, art installations, and a sense of togetherness that transforms the entire neighborhood.

A young girl discovers a magical book that transports her into the stories it contains. Along the way, she befriends characters from different tales, learning valuable lessons about empathy, friendship, and courage.

In a world where animals can communicate with humans, a mismatched group of creatures embarks on a quest to bring joy to a lonely girl who recently moved to their neighborhood.

A struggling musician receives an unexpected opportunity to perform on a big stage, thanks to the support of a diverse group of friends who believe in their talent and help make their dreams come true.

A time-traveling grandmother shares heartwarming stories with her grandchildren about her own youth, creating a bond that spans generations and teaches valuable lessons about love, resilience, and family.

A town organizes a surprise celebration for a beloved teacher who is retiring after decades of dedicated service. Former students return to express their gratitude, sharing how the teacher positively influenced their lives.

A scientist invents a device that allows people to experience the happiest moments of their lives in vivid detail. As communities come together to share their joyful memories, the world becomes a more compassionate and understanding place.

[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [6]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, but with like immediate follow up comfort, medical trauma? if you’ve ever been blown off by a doctor in the office and that frustrated you then be forewarned

Word Count: 5,119

Summary: When  you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a   Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child.   However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous  night,  you found it to be the only feasible option you had left.  Nevarro was a  far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned  out to be  exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you  fall more  and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears  its ugly  head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

Ch. #06: TRIKAR’LA, BUIR!    

Chapter Summary: Grogu goes to the doctor, and the Marshal decides he might need to murder said doctor. You get comforted by your boys.

 "Watch carefully,

 the magic that occurs,

 when you give a person,

 just enough comfort,

 to be themselves."

 - a t t i c u s

Nevarro didn’t have a large hospital. It had an emergency center and a clinic for routine appointments. Anything that couldn’t be healed or cared for within a day got transported to a nearby settlement on a neighboring world. Luckily, the transport time wasn’t very long, and Nima told you that the travel there wasn’t intense. The High Magistrate had worked out a deal to keep it that way.

Coming from a Level One Trauma Center on Coruscant, the office was shockingly puny. A simple two story building with emergency services on the first floor and routine medical care on the second. You had learned ages ago that the size of a medical center didn’t correlate to the kind of care a patient could receive. Some of the best physicians you’ve worked with came from smaller hospitals. You had no criticism there. The only thing that made you nervous was not having the kind of resources a Level One hospital would have. Coruscant had spoiled you in that sense.

For what had to be the hundredth time since leaving the station, you glanced over at Mando who walked right beside you. He held Grogu in his arms casually chatting with the boy. Grogu responded in a mix of Mando’a, Basic, and gibberish. It was painfully cute watching the Mandalorian interact with his son. Every inch of him screamed danger and intimidation, but the tender voice leaving his helmet’s modulator was nothing but soft and loving.

“Is something wrong?”

It took you a second to realize Mando was talking to you. “Hmm?”

“You keep looking over at me.”

You were getting pretty decent at reading Mando’s body language, and weirdly you could tell the difference between his head tilts. All of that, yet you still had a bad gauge on how far he could see out of his peripherals while wearing the helmet.

“Oh, er,” You scrambled for a response, “No. Nothing. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was just checking on you.”

You opened your mouth but stopped yourself when you realized you were about to apologize for apologizing. Instead, you tried to steer the conversation away from your staring. “Do you know how many doctors work in Nevarro?”

“Not enough.” Mando replied. “Three rotate on the schedule right now, I think. Karga is still trying to recruit more, but until Nevarro really makes a name for itself it’s a hard sell.”

“It’s pretty impressive so far.” You motioned around to the clean and cheerful street surrounding you. “And growing fast.”

Mando nodded and your lips curled up in a smile as you watched him allow Grogu to crawl onto his shoulder and cling to his helmet. He kept one hand up just in case the child slipped. “Yes, but as always, it comes down to credits. Karga spent a lot to get this place built up. Doctors are expensive.”

“True, but if you’re gonna spend credits anywhere healthcare is a good bet.” You shrugged. “There are doctors out there who’ll take less pay to work somewhere rural. I⏤” You stopped yourself and at the sudden halt Mando glanced your way. You had nearly told him you once considered working in a rural setting. It hadn’t crossed your mind in ages, since before the incident, but you didn't think twice before nearly blurting it out. You cleared your throat. “I knew someone. From the clinic I worked in. They were specifically looking for a job somewhere rural.”

Mando nodded. “Maybe you should send their frequency number to Karga.” You forced out an awkward chuckle. “For now though, we have Bacta and cautery. You could probably find e-bacta if you asked the right people.”

“Spoken like a true bounty hunter.” You teased.

Mando let out a laugh and began to wrestle Grogu from the makeshift jungle gym of his shoulders and helmet. The clinic had come into view and you felt a ball of nervous energy begin to form in your chest. This wouldn’t be your first time in a medical facility since that night, but it would be your first time going willingly. All this morning, you hadn’t thought about it. You didn’t think this would bother you at all, but staring at the building now your mouth was becoming dry and your palms clammy.

The weight of a hand on your shoulder startled you, and your head snapped to the side to see Mando facing you. Nothing about his helmet looked concerning, but you could feel the worry radiating from him. “I’ve been calling your name. You didn’t answer.” Grogu hummed in his arms and tilted his head. “Are you sure everything is okay, cyar’ika?”

“Yes. Just...zoned out.” You tried to find an excuse, but nothing was coming to mind. So, you went for the next best thing. Topic change. “What does that word mean?”

“What?”

“The word you called me. Uh, ‘shar ekah’?” You repeated it best you could, but the word was always spoken so swift and softly that it was hard to remember the exact pronunciation. Saying ‘buir’ had been much easier.

Mando’s hand fell from your shoulder and his entire body went tense. You furrowed your eyebrows at his reaction. He let out a soft cough, and now it seemed like he was the one searching for something to say. Your distraction had been successful. However, now you were very curious as to what he was calling you. Mando didn’t seem like the type to secretly be calling you ‘dumbass’ all the time.

“It’s nearly 2.” He blurted. “We don’t want to be late.”

“Right!” You nodded. As curious as you were, you’d happily accept any advancement of this moment. Anything to avoid him asking you what was wrong again. He passed you to enter the building and you took in one last shaky breath before following.

The clinic’s waiting room was filled with children. This office saw patients of all ages, but with school starting up next week it seemed most families were doing exactly as Din was⏤ getting his child ready for day one. The schedule was running late so despite it being nearly half an hour past the appointment time, Din sat in the waiting room right beside you. Grogu had wiggled out of his lap to run around the room with other kids around his age. It made him nervous at first. He wanted his son to have friends to have fun to not ever feel left out, but the anxiety of him not fitting in was painful. You had reassured him that everything was fine, and you had been right. Grogu squealed and laughed as he played with three other kids.

Din was leaning back in his seat, hands clasped over his abdomen and ankles crossed, in an attempt to look as casual as he possibly could. The truth was the opposite. Din couldn’t stop peering out of the corner of his eyes at you. Luckily, the helmet made it a lot easier for him to hide his actions unlike you. Din was still worried about you. It was obvious something was making you uncomfortable, and he had been determined to get to the bottom of it. Until, of course, you innocently asked what ‘cyar’ika’ meant. That had thrown him.

The first time he called you ‘cyar’ika’ it had been entirely accidental. You had been hesitant about asking him questions about himself, and he didn’t want you to feel that way. In his reassurance the word had just slipped out. Since then, it fell out a lot more. Often by choice. Din liked the way it sounded when he was referring to you with it. He liked that every time it left his lips, you’d turn to give him attention with your pretty smile.

Technically, the answer shouldn’t be embarrassing to him. The best translation of ‘cyar’ika’ was ‘darling’ or ‘sweetheart’, but that didn’t necessarily mean it had to be used in a romantic setting alone. It was a generalized term of endearment. He could’ve said that. Din’s problem was that he knew, deep down, he didn’t feel just a ‘generalized endearment’ for you. Din was much too attracted to you to pretend it was said with any other connotation.

His panic hadn’t helped his situation. Din spent his entire life being trained for a fight. He was taught from a young age that panic led to mistakes and mistakes led to death or worse. It had been ingrained into every single cell of his body to the point where staying calm was a muscle memory for him. It didn’t take a conscious decision. It was his default, and that default was half the reason he was so successful as a bounty hunter. Despite all of that, all it took was one innocent look from you⏤ one simple question⏤ and he melted into a pathetic puddle.

Din glanced your way again. You sat ramrod straight in your seat, shoulders tense, and your fingers were tangled together in a vice grip. He wasn’t sure how you weren’t hurting yourself holding your hands together like that. Whereas his entire body sat casual, though a farce, yours screamed stress. His own hands came unclasped as the urge to touch you in reassurance overcame him. Din managed to resist and instead crossed his arms in hopes that this position would better control his instinct.

“I haven’t been to a doctors office in a while.” You blurted. The sound of your voice had his head snap to look at you in a nearly comical speed. You were watching Grogu play while you spoke in a whisper. “I guess I’m just nervous. It’s stupid.”

“How you feel is never stupid.” Din replied. He shifted so he sat up rather than leaned back. “You didn’t have to come with us. If I had known—”

You chuckled, “I know. You wouldn’t have made me. I think you might be a little too understanding for a boss.” Din swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat. That was true. Kriff, if you knew any of the thoughts he had you’d consider him the worst boss in this world— maybe in the entire Outer Rim. “I wanted to be here. For Grogu and— and you.”

“I appreciate that.”

“It’s no big deal.”

Din disagreed. You were acting against an active fear you had for him and his son. That meant a lot to him. He knew the kind of strength it took to press onward into a setting of discomfort.

“Can I ask why?” Din asked. “Why haven’t you been to a clinic in a while?”

You shrugged and your gaze drifted down to your hands which you began to wring together. Din stayed silent. He was content with giving you all the time in the world to respond. Finally, you looked up to meet his gaze. You smiled and your words came out jokingly, “Nobody likes doctors.”

“Still important to go now and then.”

“Uh huh.” You tilted your head at him, smile growing impish. “And when’s the last time you saw a doctor? Mr. Big Bad Bounty Hunter?”

Din’s lips curled up in amusement. He loved that you were comfortable enough to joke with and tease him. He shook his head. “I have bacta and a cautery at home. Those don’t require me to sit in a waiting room for 45 minutes.”

“Fair point.” You chuckled. “Bacta and cautery do have their own faults, you know.”

“Like?” Din asked. He didn’t really care about the faults of either, but if this distracted you from your nerves he’d play along. Plus, the sound of your voice was like music to his ears. He’d sit and listen to you read the instruction manual for a caf machine without complaint.

“Well,” You began, your shoulders beginning to relax, “Bacta is incredible. No doubt. Society called it a medical miracle and they weren’t wrong. It’s only as good as the person using it though. If the wound isn’t cleaned right or debris is left inside when the Bacta is applied then everything gets trapped inside as your tissue heals. Plus, if it’s already an internal issue Bacta can’t target that. It does nothing for fever control or symptom management.” Din could tell you were getting into the conversation because you twisted in your seat to face him. “If you use Bacta on a fracture, but you don’t set it right then it heals wrong. If you mess up the measurements in a Bacta tank or the settings are wrong it can ‘overheal’ a person which just means a person’s tissues and cells rejuvenate and are reborn so fast that it floods the body. Those excess cells wreck havoc and turn to tumors wherever they land.” Din let his eyes shamelessly trace your features. This was the first topic, other than Grogu, that he had seen you get so excited about. You pointed at him with a mocking grin, “And don’t get me started on a cautery gun.”

Din chuckled, “And what exactly is wrong with my cautery gun?”

“You’re essentially creating a wound to fix a different wound.” You scoffed. “It’s great for stemming blood loss and destroying infected tissue, but between infections and scarring⏤”

Din leaned toward you, a confident tilt to his head, “I’ve never had a cautery induced infection.”

“Never?”

“Never.”

You twisted your lips, amused, and he shifted so he was as close to you as he could manage in the separate chairs. You shook your head. “Fine. You, Marshal Mando, are the one exception of the system. Congratulations.”

Din let out a breathy laugh, and he wondered what it would sound like to hear his name spoken in your voice. The beeping of his communicator made you alter your position in the chair so you were back to where you had started. Din did the same and resisted muttering the curse words bouncing around in his head. Looking at the screen he saw it was Cara. Dank farrik. She’d only call if it were actually important.

He accepted the call and Cara started talking without preamble.

“Mando, we got pirates. Mayfeld and I are on our way to the tarmac where a group of them are causing trouble, but Karga said a few were spotted by the school.”

This time he didn’t hold back the curse that came to mind. Din turned to look at you and you gave him a reassuring nod. “Go.”

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Din stood.

“We’ll probably still be in here.” You motioned to the waiting room.

Din reached out to squeeze your shoulder and on his way out told Grogu to behave.

Kriffing pirates.

Mando had been an excellent distraction. You had never been a fan of pirates at baseline, they were always the worst to deal with when they stumbled into the hospital in Coruscant, but now you really hated them. You tried to focus on Grogu who was still playing with a different set of kids as the ones he had been with before got called back to be seen. Before they left, you had actually exchanged a few frequency numbers to set up play dates at some point.

“Grogu?” A nurse poked her head out of a door.

He dropped the blocks he was holding to perk up at the sound of his name. Still in a playful and active mood, Grogu wanted to walk on his own rather than be held so you walked by his side as you both followed behind the nurse.

She went about taking vitals and getting some more information before leading you back to a simple room. You sat down in one of the two chairs in the corner, by the exam table, and let Grogu bounce around the room to burn off his excess energy.

“You are gonna sleep so good tonight.” You chuckled.

“No sleep. No.” Grogu chirped. “No, no.”

That was quickly becoming one of the kid’s favorite Basic words to use. You glanced up at the clock on the wall to see it was about an hour after your appointment time. Understaffed clinics got backed up, it happened, and you understood that better than most. You felt bad for the poor physician running around the office today. You were actually hoping you’d have to wait a bit longer though.

Mando wanted to be here for this, to be here for his son, and you hated that the damned pirates got in the way of that. If you could swap roles with him and handle the pirates so he could stay here with his son you would’ve. Unfortunately, that would’ve been messy for every single person involved. You didn’t have an extensive history doing well in a fight, and the only kind of blade you knew how to use was a scalpel. You’d never even held a blaster before.

“Skraan!” Grogu called out.

You shook your head. “We just ate lunch, buddy. I think we have some snacks left.” You dug around the baby bag you had packed for the day and found the container of star shaped cereal puffs you had put together this morning. “Here we go.”

Grogu bounced over to you happily and held his hands up to you. You dropped a few stars into his palms and watched him eat them one by one. He’d explored the room while eating the stars and would only return back to you for more stars. That became the routine for the next ten minutes and by then you were out of star shaped snacks.

A knock at the door startled you. “Come in!” You placed the container into the bag and motioned for Grogu to come sit on your lap. “Hi. I’m⏤”

“This is Grogu?” The man interrupted your introduction. He was older, you’d guess in his late sixties or early seventies, and was human. Thick gray hair covered his head and it matched the thick mustache above his lips.

“Yes. We’re here for⏤”

“Let’s see, school registration check up.” He read off the holopad in his hand. You shifted in your seat, eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, and bit back a snarky reply. “We’ll get some blood for lab work, give the usual booster shots, and get you on your way, yeah?”

You held Grogu’s hands, skeptical, “I was actually hoping⏤”

“There’s no need for⏤”

“Please stop interrupting me.” You snapped. There was nothing you hated more than not being able to get a thought out. Maybe you’d have more patience for it if you hadn’t spent all your training being looked down at for being a young woman. You couldn’t count the number of bloated attendings you worked under who were just like the man in front of you. The doctor stayed silent but you could see annoyance on his features. “Who are you?”

“I’m sorry?”

“When you came in, you never introduced yourself.” You said but paused before saying more. This wasn’t a hospital you had any sort of credentialing in. That meant if you wanted anything done, you were gonna have to stroke an ego. You cleared your throat and shook your head. “Sorry, I’m sure it slipped your mind with how busy you are today. I bet they have you running all over the place.”

The man chuckled. “You aren’t wrong. My name is Dr. Daelar. I am sorry about the wait time. I was caught in a different procedure room for the last hour doing a cryoablation of some skin lesions.” You resisted the urge to scoff. Doing cryoablation correctly took five minutes tops. Doing it insanely, incorrectly could maybe stretch it out to ten. You didn’t appreciate the excuse because you knew it was a lie. “As I was saying, we’ll draw some blood and get those booster shots going.”

“Thank you. We’re actually going to be forgoing the blood tests, and I was hoping you’d take a listen to his lungs.” You replied. Over lunch, Mando had explained that he wasn’t comfortable with anybody drawing blood from Grogu. He hadn’t explained the exact reasoning, but you gathered it was something from their tricky past. Even with your back to him, you could tell the topic made him mildly uncomfortable. “He’s had this night time cough I’ve noticed⏤”

Daelar shook his head. “That’s not wise. I strongly recommend the blood tests.”

“Okay.” You drew the word out. “Thank you, and I appreciate your thoughts on the matter⏤”

“These aren’t my thoughts, these are the facts.” Daelar interrupted again. “Blood work should be checked routinely for chronic illnesses. He needs this done.”

You didn’t know if Grogu could tell that you were in a bad mood, but he began to squirm and whine in your lap. He turned around and pushed up on his tip toes so he could bury his face into the crook of your neck. You scooped him up to hold him closer making the action easier.

“I understand the benefits of routine lab work, and I understand the risks of refusing.” You said as calmly as you could. If this was about legal issues then you’d say the magic words that he could type in his chart and waive all liability off himself. “That being said, we’re still refusing a blood draw today.”

Daelar scoffed and shook his head. “You’re being unreasonable. As a first time mom it’s understandable to be nervous and jittery, but it’s no reason to put your son at risk.”

Oh, you really didn’t like this man. Karga had somehow managed to hire a physician that represented everything wrong with healthcare. Nice. Between the bullying and assumptions, that would be enough to piss you off alone. Add the stress of being in a clinic after so long? You really had no chance of getting out of this without losing your cool.

“You’re not drawing labs on Grogu.” You snapped.

Daelar shook his head and shrugged. “Then I don’t know if I can clear him to start school.”

“Blood work isn’t necessary for school registration. Just the boosters.” Your voice began to raise.

“Ma’am⏤” He began once more but a solid knock at the door interrupted the interaction. A nurse poked her head in one second later and Daelar snapped at her. “We’re busy in here.”

“Sorry, sir. The child’s father is here.”

Daelar smirked at you. “Good. Perhaps, this will settle the matter at hand.”

The nurse slid out of the room and was replaced by Mando. You took in the sight of him, unharmed and unmarred, and a wave of relief washed over you. If dealing with the pirates had led to a fire fight then Mando came away with no obvious injuries. Mando’s helmet tilted just a bit and you could feel his eyes on you in the same way you had looked over him. His shoulders stiffened marginally, his stance still intimidating, and you wondered if your anger was notable. You rubbed Grogu’s back soothingly.

“Oh. Marshal!” Daelar greeted. “I had no idea this was your son. I⏤”

“What’s wrong?” Mando walked over to stand beside you, ignoring Daelar entirely. He rubbed Grogu’s head and let his hand trail from his son’s head to rest on your upper back. The way he stood beside your seat nearly blocked Daelar from your view.

You lifted your chin to stare up at the T-shaped visor. “Dr. Daelar has been adamant about a blood draw despite my very clear refusal.”

Mando turned around and his hands drifted to his hips. Daelar shifted awkwardly from across the room and he let out a cough. The doctor held his hands up with a smile, “No, I think this is simply a misunderstanding.” Your eyes widened, jaw falling open. “The little Mrs," Again with the assumptions, “She misunderstood me is all. I was simply offering my recommendation, but obviously the decision falls to your hands at the end of the day. We can just work on the boosters and finish the paperwork for registration.”

A disbelieving guffaw left your throat at the audacity of this man. Mando glanced over his shoulder down at you, and you took a sharp breath through your nose. Whatever. As long as Grogu got the care he needed. Mando looked back to Daelar.

“Have you listened to my son’s lungs?”

Daelar’s eyes widened. “Hmm? Why?”

“I know Soran would have brought it up. She’s attentive. Was there a misunderstanding about Grogu’s cough?”

“No. Not at all. Sorry.” Daelar sighed. “Bring the little guy over to the exam table.”

Without speaking, Mando held his arms out to take Grogu, and you tried to hand him over. Grogu clung to your shirt, his claws digging into the material, and he buried his face further into your neck. He grumbled, “No.” You shot Mando a look, and he reached out to help detangle Grogu from you. The little boy didn’t give in.

“Grogu.” Mando said firmly. He set a hand on his back. “Come to me, ad’ika.”

“No, no!” Grogu finally lifted his head to look at his father’s visor. He shook his head and you had to lean back to keep his ears from hitting you. Grogu whined, “Trikar’la, buir!”

Despite all the tension, despite the fact that you still only knew very, very basic Mando’a, you gasped with a swell of pride. Unable to bite back the smile you wore, you cooed. “Grogu, that was so good.” You had no idea what he said beyond referring to his father, but his words sounded like it could’ve been a full sentence. Plus, he had said it in front of Daelar, a virtual stranger. “Good job, sweetie.”

You lifted your eyes to Mando, expecting a similar reaction, but his entire frame was tense. Again, his helmet gave no signs of anger, but a seething energy radiated from him. You furrowed your brow in confusion. Grogu went back to hiding his face in the crook of your neck, hugging you, and Mando shifted his hands so one rested on your back and arm.

“Let me help you up.” Mando whispered in a kind tone. “You can sit on the exam table with him.”

“Alright.” You mumbled.

You didn’t need any help standing, but Mando kept his hands on you while you rose and all the way to the exam table. Once you sat down on the sanitation paper, Mando settled beside you. He kept his arm behind you, his hand leaning on the table by your opposite thigh. You turned to look at Mando, and because of his positioning you found yourself dangerously close to his chest. If you leaned forward you could bury your face in the crook of his neck the same way Grogu was doing to you.

His head began to turn to look at you and you quickly focused your gaze forward. Daelar came over with his stethoscope and began to listen to Grogu’s lungs. He did this for a few minutes before pulling back with a nod. Daelar cleared his throat. “I’m hearing a little wheezing. Very mild. I can prescribe a nebulizer treatment at home before he goes to bed. Hold the mask over his face and just let him breathe in the medicine.”

“Thank you.” Mando said, but his tone was more intimidating than grateful.

“I’ll send a nurse in with the boosters and the medicine.” Daelar said before rushing out of the room.

You scoffed, still in disbelief on how that had gone, but when the door closed Mando shifted so he stood directly in front of you. Now he had a hand resting on the table on either side of your thighs. You blinked in surprise at the sudden motion.

“Are you alright?” Mando asked.

You forced a chuckle. “Yeah. I mean, that guy was a total ass, but he wasn’t the first jerk I’ve dealt with. Won’t be the last.” You continued rubbing Grogu’s back, not knowing what else to do with your own hands. “Granted, I could’ve done without the gaslighting, but…” It occurred to you then that Mando hadn’t hesitated to take your side. “Thanks. For having my back, I mean.”

“Always.” Mando replied with ease. He let out a soft sigh. “I’m talking to Karga about this.”

You laughed. “You’re gonna get a doctor fired because he was rude to me?” Mando didn’t reply, but his shrug was highly unconvincing. “It’s fine.”

“He upset you. That’s not fine. Grogu said⏤”

You gasped, “Yeah! What did Grogu say?”

Mando paused before leaning back. “He said you were sad.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, and you glanced down to gently pull Grogu away from your chest to look at him. He stared up at you with concern in his large eyes, and you gave him a smile. “I’m okay.” You gave his head a light scratch and let your fingers trail to give his ear a light, loving tongue. “Thanks for looking out for me, little guy.”

Grogu lifted his hands toward your face so you brought it down toward him. He lightly patted your cheeks and did the same thing he did this morning⏤ pressed his forehead as close to yours as you could get it. Everyone in Nevarro showed different forms of affection to Grogu, he was too cute to not pay attention to, but the most important sign of affection was the way Mando lightly set his forehead to his. You had to assume that in Grogu’s mind, that was an important thing. The fact that he was sharing that bit of love with you was overwhelming. You tried not to linger on the thought too long this morning⏤ not wanting to fall apart⏤ but Mando being here sticking up for you without hesitation only added to the situation.

You felt yourself begin to get choked up and quickly cleared your throat.

“Here. Why don’t you go to your dad?” You held out Grogu, and Mando must have sensed your distress because he took the child with no question. You gave him a broad smile. “I⏤I have to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

You hopped off the exam table and as you pulled the door open Mando called out. “Are you sure you’re alright, cyar’ika?”

You let a wide smile fill your features, every bit of real, and nodded sincerely, “I am. I promise. I’m⏤ This…” Considering how grateful you felt right now, you owed him as much truth as you could give. You nodded. “This is the best I’ve felt in a really long time.”

Mando nodded once, silent. Grogu lifted a hand and gave you a small wave. You rushed out of the room and made a beeline straight for the bathroom you had passed on the way into the procedure room. Finally away from prying eyes, you leaned against the locked bathroom door and began to trace the scar along your collarbone. Even with your fingers ghosting over the ugly patch of skin, you felt happy⏤ cared for. Maker, you didn’t think you’d actually feel that way ever again.

mando’a translations:

cyar’ika: darling, sweetheart

trikar’la: sad

buir: father

[stephensmithuk]

The Sign of Four: The Baker Street Irregulars

I'm rather behind with these and will be for a while.

London had many, many wharfs; the number topped out at around 1,700.

London would have had a huge number of boats and ships of varying types plying the Thames at this point, moving cargo and people back and forth - it could be quicker than going by horse depending on the traffic. Today, the number is far smaller, mostly consisting of tourist vessels, the Thames Clipper passenger services that are part of the TfL network and tenders carrying rubbish.

Coke is a hard, grey fuel created by heating coal or oil in the absence of oxygen. It produces much less smoke than regular coal, allow most homes and other operations didn't use it at this point. Hence the yellow fog...

It takes quite a while to warm up a steam boiler; you're generally looking at two to three hours for a steam locomotive before it can be used.

A wherry is a small boat with a sail and oars used for transporting people on rivers like the Thames. The long bow makes it easier for passengers to get on and off on a shoreline without getting their shoes wet.

Millbank Penitentiary was a prison that had formerly held those due to be transported to Australia and then became a local prison, followed by a military one. It had ceased to hold prisoners in 1886, closed entirely in 1890 and was mostly demolished soon after that. Many of its red bricks were reused for housing as the Millbank Estate and the Tate Britain is also on the site.

"A tanner" is six pence, or half a shilling. "Three bob and a tanner" means 3 shillings and six pence, which is what Wiggins paid for the bus tickets.

Not sure about the whole sandal thing, but the Special Operations Executive, themselves known as the "Baker Street Irregulars" due to their HQ's location, developed special overshoes in the shape of bare feet to deceive the Japanese into thinking they were barefooted locals when leaving footprints.

Bushmen is an older and still sometimes used term for the San people of southern Africa, one of the oldest hunter-gatherer peoples on the planet. Much of the rest of the stuff about height seems a lot of racist rubbish.

[storytowrite]

Love Untold (OT8 x F! Reader)

Chapter 18

Paring: Seungmin x reader

Genre: smut

Warnings: 18+, smut, sex, fingering

Word Count: 4328

Masterlist | Love Untold Masterlist

Due to the work of your parents, you are forcet to constantly move. However, this time moving houses let to interesting and unusual events. You met 8 handsome boys at school and somehow you managed to move in with them. How will your fate go?

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In the morning you woke up with a huge headache, there was an unpleasant ringing in your ears, and your eyes were very sensitive to any light. You blinked a few times to clear the blurry vision from your eyes. You were slightly dazed because you clearly remembered that you were at school and now you were lying in your bed.

You pushed yourself up on your forearms and immediately felt bad again. You grabbed your head, which seemed to be shaking mercilessly.

“Y/n, finally. How do you feel?" You heard Felix's voice and he immediately jumped up from the chair he had been sitting in all night.

“What…What happened?” You said, trying to push yourself up into a sitting position again.

“Seonghwa…And…then you fainted. I was so worried about you.” Felix stressed, sitting next to you on the bed.

Suddenly, your memories from yesterday came back to you. The whole unpleasant moment flooded your head. You saw the image in front of you become clearer and clearer, as if you were transported back to that moment. Your breathing quickened again and your body felt cold.

“Shh…it's okay, I'm with you. You have nothing to fear." Felix hugged you, seeing that you were starting to get stressed.

The embrace of his warm body calmed your inner anxiety. His hands gently fell on your back, wrapping you around you like a shield against your nightmare thoughts. Closing your eyes, you decided to focus on the smell of the boy's perfume, on the rhythmic beating of his heart.

“Thank you, Felix. That's what I needed.” You whispered, feeling the fear and confusion begin to leave your body with each passing second.

“At your service, now relax. You need to give yourself time for everything to get back to normal. I am here for you and I always will be.” His words were calm and sure, like sea foam rising and falling on soft sand.

Felix lifted your chin slightly so that you were looking into each other's eyes. His look was full of concern and understanding. You saw that wonderful sparkle in his eyes that charmed you so much. His freckles seemed much more noticeable than usual, adding to his charm.

His presence made your heart beat faster and the warmth replaced the terrible shivers. You smiled softly and placed a sweet kiss on his lips. The kiss wasn't long and passionate, but it was definitely something special.

Felix seemed surprised by your behavior. However, he tucked your hair behind your ear and placed another small, tender kiss on your lips. While you were melting in the taste of his sweet, soft lips, Chan and Minho entered the room with a loud bang.

You quickly broke away from Felix and looked at the new arrivals. You saw the anger on their faces, but also the relief that you were okay. The boys sat down next to you, almost pushing Felix off the bed. Each of them examined you carefully, looking for even the smallest wounds.

"Everything's all right." You assured them, smiling slightly in their direction. You tried to do everything to make the negative emotions leave their body. “Minho, your hands.” You said louder than expected, noticing the boy's bandaged hands.

"It's nothing. I had to make sure Seonghwa would never hurt you again. You are the most important person to me and I had to make sure you would be safe now.” He placed his hand on your head and ruffled your hair lightly, with a huge smile on his face.

“I was so worried about you… I mean, we were, but I'm glad you're okay. But I swear, as soon as I see Seonghwa around you, I won't vouch for myself.” Chan's angry voice echoed throughout the room. You knew full well that he was 100 percent serious and his words weren't excessive in the slightest.

You wanted to get out of bed but Chan lightly pushed you back onto the pillows and told you to rest. The three of them then left your room.

You sat there, a little confused, but now more calm. You felt a huge warmth inside you that spread throughout your body. You were glad that you always had your friends with you and you were sure that each of them would be by your side when you needed it.

A soft smile appeared on your face when you heard a knock on the door. Seungmin stood in the doorway with a tray full of delicious-looking food. You were happy to see him, and excess saliva gathered in your mouth due to the wonderful aromas coming from the plates.

“I thought you might be hungry, so I prepared a small breakfast. It may not be perfect, but it is prepared with heart.” He smiled awkwardly, placing the tray on your lap.

As soon as he leaned in, you took the opportunity to place a shy kiss on his cheek, thanking him for the delicious food you so desperately needed. Your stomach was growling mercilessly, you were afraid everyone in the house would hear.

“Thank you Minnie, as always you know what I always need.” You were happy to have him with you, you were happy to have them all with you.

After the boy left, you ate everything on the tray, leaving the plates almost shiny, and went to the living room where everyone was sitting. The boys were happy to see you smiling and you spent the rest of the day together.

After a few days, you recovered completely and were happy and loved Y/n again. Of course, it wouldn't have been possible without the help of the guys who were always there for you. Every time you felt a little worse, they showed up to cheer you up. They lend you their shoulder to cry on, hug you so you could feel some warmth, and even sleep with you when you have nightmares.

You woke up in the night and went to the kitchen to make some tea. On the way, however, your attention was caught by the light coming from the basement. You quietly walked down the stairs to see the source of the light. Downstairs, you saw Seungmin sitting among the piles of books.

He was visibly tired and frustrated, but you weren't surprised, after all, studying for the medical school exams wasn't easy, and a perfectionist like Seungmin wanted to get the highest possible results.

You quickly returned to the kitchen, made some extra tea for him and grabbed a warm blanket from the couch and headed back downstairs. Seungmin was so engrossed in atlases that he didn't notice you came down. You placed the tea on the table next to you and placed the blanket you were holding in your hand on him.

Only then did the boy seem to come out of the trance he was in and he smiled at you as you embraced him from behind. Up close, you could see how tired he was. Dark bags under his eyes made him look like a panda, and his bloodshot eyes were a sign of many hours of studying.

“I thought you might need something hot to warm up, after all, you study so hard.” You said, handing him a cup from the table and sitting down in front of him.

“Thank you Y/n, that's exactly what I needed.” He smiled and tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

You noticed his smile was forced and short. Very quickly it was replaced with frustration and before you knew it, Seungmin had his nose back into the anatomy atlas.

“Minnie, what's going on? Is something irritating you?” You asked, worried about the boy. You haven't seen him so frustrated and depressed in a long time.

“Hah, is it so obvious…?” You nodded to the boy. “No matter how long I look at these books, I can't remember these fucking Latin names. I'm so irritated by anatomy... I don't know what to do to remember it, and I have an exam in two days, so I'm sitting and cramming." His eyes sparkled with frustration.

It saddened you to see Seungmin like this, you didn't want anyone to be annoyed. You wanted to help him somehow and you even knew how. You placed a short kiss on his cheek and ran playfully to your room, taking one of his books from him.

You opened the atlas and took a closer look at it, then took off your clothes, grabbed your eyeliner and sat in front of the mirror. You have written on your body all the names of organs and muscles that are more difficult in your opinion. It took you some time, but you were proud of your work.

You put on beautiful, silk, black lingerie and started searching your closet for the best outfit. You finally found a beautiful white shirt and a wonderful gray flared plaid skirt. You tied your hair into two even and neat braids and put on white stockings.

You looked in the mirror and were proud of what you had achieved. You looked like a sexy schoolgirl who would love to help Minnie study for his exams. You adjusted your breasts and headed back downstairs.

You crept as quietly as you could so as not to accidentally wake up the other members. Still, if someone else saw you in this outfit, you would feel slightly awkward. You slipped by again unnoticed by Seungmin, who was marking something in his books, and sat down on the bar counter.

“Ahem” You coughed, trying to get the boy's attention, but he didn't seem to hear you. “Minnie, I have a surprise for you.” You said a little louder and that's what drew the boy's attention to you.

Seungmin turned towards you and seeing you, he dropped the book he was holding in his hands. His jaw dropped in surprise and his eyes went wide. He looked you up and down, not missing a single thing.

“Y/n…What…What is this?” He stuttered, unable to get the words out. His tongue tangled at the sight of you.

The boy got up from the book-strewn ground and walked towards you. You were proud of his reaction, and you were just getting started. Min stopped right in front of you, placing his hands on either side of your hips.

“You said you had a lot of trouble remembering Latin names, so I decided to help you. After all, I remember best when I imagine something.” You smiled slightly and leaned towards the boy.

The first signs of arousal appeared on Seungmin's face and you could clearly see that he was fighting with himself not to fuck you right now. Victoriously, you placed your hands on the counter and unbuttoned one button of your shirt, revealing your collarbone, which had the first name written on it.

The boy moved his gaze from your eyes to your bare collarbone and with a raised eyebrow, he read the name aloud.

“Excellent Minnie, now remember this name, and if you forget, remember my body.” You whispered sensually, guiding his hand to the buttons on his shirt.

You kept your eyes on him and carefully studied his every move. The boy fully understood your initiative and unbuttoned two more buttons, revealing your breasts. You moved his hand to your breasts, letting him squeeze them gently.

“Thorax…Chest.” He read it, moving his gaze to your eyes, waiting for confirmation of what he had just said.

You nodded and in the meantime, unbuttoned the last buttons of your shirt, revealing your entire torso. You looked deep into the boy's eyes, and a huge tension began to build between you, which neither you nor he could practically resist.

“I like where this play is going.” Another small smile appeared on his face as he read another name.

You bit your lip a little harder than you intended when the boy pulled your shirt off completely, looking for new inscriptions. When he couldn't find anything else, you slowly opened your legs, revealing more written notes.

Seungmin’s eyes slowly wandered down, looking at your entire body with lust. Without taking his eyes off you, he knelt down on one knee. Grabbing your foot gently and with a slow, long movement, he removed first stocking, then the other, revealing two long inscriptions.

He read them aloud and then placed his hands on your calves, riding higher and higher, stopping on your knees. In one swift move, he widened your legs, making it easier for him to access your thighs.

He stopped for a moment and looked down at you, lifting his puppy eyes. You saw the excitement and delight in them. You were extremely happy with the way the boy reacted to you.

"Can I?" He asked nonchalantly, placing a kiss right next to the name of the muscle.

You nodded and placed your hand on his head, tangling your fingers in his hair. His breath gently teased your exposed skin, sending shivers down your entire body. Once he had memorized the next names, he looked in surprise at the last word on your body, which was hidden halfway under the material of your panties.

He tentatively slipped his hand between your legs, grabbing the thin material in his fingers and slowly revealing the rest of the letters. A quiet moan escaped your lips, which you quickly muffled with your hand.

“Labia Pudendi.” He read in a breathy voice as he moved your panties completely to the side, exposing your private parts.

Now you were sitting on the counter, Seungmin kneeling between your legs, his face inches from your pussy. He looked up again, meeting your narrowed eyes. And a moment later you felt his fingers slip between your folds.

A soft purr escaped your lips and warmth spread throughout your lower abdomen. You looked at the boy, tightening your fist in his hair. You were excited, and nothing serious had happened between you yet.

“Minnie…Your fingers are so warm.” You whispered, leaning over the boy.

Seungmin rose from his knees, continuing to stimulate your cunt, making you straighten up. Your lips were millimeters apart and you could feel his breath on your skin. You wanted him, you wanted him, he turned you on.

“Will you let me repay your help?” He said as he moved closer to your neck and only when you nodded did he place a kiss on your neck.

Your back arched against his warm, soft lips and your hands involuntarily landed on his chest. Since the last time you had your moment with him, you felt like he had worked out. You felt well-defined muscles under your fingers, but it wasn't the same as Changbin's or Chan's.

You started to feel hot, even though you were wearing practically nothing. Seungmin's proximity was driving you crazy, you couldn't resist him. The small but passionate kisses he placed on your neck made you feel dizzy.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you ran your hand down the boy's torso and grabbed his shirt at the bottom, then in one quick movement you took it off, leaving him topless.

As soon as the shirt fell to the ground, you saw a gleam in Seungmin's eyes, like beautiful stars illuminating the sky. Then you realized what this whole situation was leading to, but you had no intention of stopping it.

The boy looked at you like you were prey and before you knew it, his lips crashed into yours, immediately opening them slightly and inviting himself inside. Your heart was racing as his tongue sank deeper and deeper into your mouth.

You both completely forgot about everything around you and lost yourself in hot kisses. Your core began to throb, demanding to be caressed. Without breaking the kisses, you grabbed Seungmin's hand and guided it to your clit, which was more sensitive than you expected.

The boy understood your intentions perfectly and started moving his fingers around it, pressing harder on it from time to time. Your legs automatically closed, feeling too much stimulation, but Min had no intention of stopping.

With the same hand, he spread your legs again, giving himself perfect access to your pussy again. This time his movements weren't so uncertain. He only stimulated your clit with circular movements, and moans of pleasure began to escape from your lips, drowning in his mouth.

It felt so good that your eyes rolled back and your head went blank. You couldn't think of anything anymore except that you wanted him, you wanted to scream his name as he penetrated you on that counter.

You grabbed your breasts and started massaging them, and the first shivers ran through your body. Seungmin must have noticed this because he used his free hand to undo your bra and threw it behind him. Your nipples were painfully hard, as was the penis of the boy you had just grabbed.

You didn't have to wait long until his sweet lips wrapped around your nipples. His tongue swirled around them, spending enough time on each one. Your breathing had become so uneven that it was difficult to catch it. You were horny.

You quickly unzipped the boy's zipper and slipped your hand into his pants. You immediately grabbed his penis through the fabric of his boxers and started moving your hand. One quiet and short sound came out of the boy's mouth, which he immediately tried to drown out, but you heard it clearly and felt great satisfaction.

You were about to slip your hand into Seungmin's boxers when he beat you to it and immediately inserted two fingers into your hole. An ear-sweet mix of moans of pleasure left your lips and you grabbed his head and pressed it tighter against your breasts.

Your firm breasts covered his face, giving him almost no fresh air, but your body tensed, feeling the waves of ecstasy that gradually flowed into your body.

And that wasn't the end, when Seungmin finally broke free from your embrace, he started moving his fingers, filling you from the inside. You felt warmth filling you, wanting to escape from you as quickly as possible.

Seungmin's movements had you on the verge of reaching your desired peak, but you didn't want to give in so easily. You fought with yourself not to cum just from his fingers.

"Minnie please cum inside me." You managed to get out between biting your lip.

The boy just smiled and unbuttoned his pants, which quickly landed on the ground, followed by his boxers. Now he stood before you in all his glory.

You really liked what you saw and you wanted him to dive inside you already, so you spread your legs wider, making it easier for him to access you.

Without even thinking, Seungmin walked up to you and aimed his penis at your hole. He looked at your face again, making sure he could do it.

Not seeing any hesitation from you, he grabbed your buttocks and pushed against your entrance. You were so aroused and wet that he immediately entered his entire length without any problems, and your back arched with pleasure.

“You're so tight y/n.” He whispered, biting your earlobe.

You were lost, you were lost in his person, in his voice, you were lost like a teenager having sex with her lover for the first time.

Every move the boy made brought you unearthly joy. And with each of his thrusts, you were getting closer to your limits. You didn't know what was so magical about this boy, but with him you were entering another level of pleasure.

Your mouth didn't close and the moans became louder and louder. You dug your nails hard into Seungmin's back, definitely leaving marks on them.

"Minnie faster, please." You felt like you wouldn't last long and your whole body started to tighten.

"At your service, princess." You heard before Seungmin pounded harder into you, hitting your sweet spot perfectly.

A moan came out of your mouth so loud that it would have easily woken up the rest of the boys who had their rooms on the ground floor.

Slowly, the boy's movements became sloppy and your lower stomach filled up like a balloon that could burst at any moment.

A few strong moves and you have achieved heavenly fulfillment. Your whole body squirmed under the boy's touch. You could barely catch your breath as your body shook, holding onto Seungmin tightly.

“Fuck, Y/n your walls are closing in on me. You are so nice, you make me feel even hotter.” He panted, not slowing down his movements at all.

Even though you weren't finished with the first orgasm, you felt that if he continued, the second orgasm would come just as quickly. Seungmin dug his fingers harder into your ass, almost lifting you off the counter as his eyes closed tightly.

“Can I, princess?” He asked in a breathy voice.

You agreed, placing a ragged kiss on the boy's lips. Three thrusts… Exactly only three thrusts were needed for you to feel the warm liquid filling you from the inside, and the entire room was filled with Seungmin's dandy voice as he called out your name.

You felt his cock pulsating inside you and your whole body twitching. You couldn't stop looking at him at how wonderful he looked, climaxing right after you. You were happy that you could finally give him a lot of pleasure as well.

After a while, the boy pulled out of you and placed a sweet kiss on your lips, full of affection. You had the impression that he tasted even better now after sex than before. Seungmin grabbed the tissues that were on the counter and handed you some to clean yourself up. He also freshened up and put his clothes back on.

Once you had cleaned yourself up, you also grabbed your clothes and headed towards the stairs. However, you stopped right in front of them when you heard Seungmin's voice.

“Thank you Y/n. You don't even know how much you helped me." He said with a big smile on his face as he finished putting on his pants.

"I am glad I could help you." You replied, returning your biggest smile and quickly headed to the bathroom so no one would notice you naked.

You quickly washed your body, unable to get the incident that had just happened with Seungmin out of your mind. The boy really filled your head and he probably had no intention of leaving her for a long time.

After a nice bath, you went to your room, made yourself comfortable in bed and before you knew it, you were falling into a blissful sleep. After all, in the morning there was a very important day…Your high school graduation ceremony.

You woke up in the morning with a smile on your face. You quickly got dressed and combed your hair and went to the kitchen, which was filled with the beautiful smell of fresh pancakes. Everyone was in a good mood, beautifully dressed in elegant clothes and eating a delicious breakfast.

However, among the gathered people you felt a slight note of curiosity, intrigue and waiting for answers to unasked questions. Despite everything, you tried not to worry about the boys' curious looks and enjoyed your meal.

After breakfast, you all went to school, which was filled with students and their families. However, neither yours nor the boys' families were there, so you all decided to support each other.

All nine of you went to the main ceremony site, where some of the students had already taken their seats. You noticed your friends among the crowd, but you didn't have time to approach them when the first bell rang, suggesting that the ceremony was about to start.

After a while, everyone gathered in the hall, waiting to receive their diploma. The main speeches by the principal and several teachers did not last long and after a while the first students received their diplomas. After a few minutes, it was your best friend's moment and only when they appeared on stage did you applaud and cheer as loud as you could.

Finally, your name rang in your ears and a little fear crept into your body. You shyly got up and went to collect your diploma. However, as soon as you received the roll in your hand and heard the loud cheers and applause of the other gathered students, a huge smile appeared on your face.

When you were leaving the stage in the crowd, you saw Sebastian holding a large bouquet in his hands. Tears formed in your eyes and you quickly wiped them away before sitting back down.

After the ceremony, you apologized to the guys and ran to hug Sebastian. This small gesture meant a lot to you and you were grateful that he was once again supporting you in what you were doing.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you Sebastian for coming. I missed you so much.” You snuggled closer to the butler's tall body.

“Anything for the lady.” He replied happily, but the smile quickly disappeared from his face and was replaced by consternation. “I don't want to spoil the moment, but Miss, you need to know that Miss’s parents came home yesterday and are asking where Miss is, and I'm running out of excuses.” Your joy diminished and Sebastian's words shocked you

You moved away from the man and looked him straight in the eye with regret.

“Sebastian, I'm not going back there. Until my situation forces me to do so, which I don't assume, I will never set foot there again.” You said completely serious.

The butler nodded in understanding and you went your separate ways, as the boys were calling you to go celebrate the end of a certain stage in your life.

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An introduction to VR multiple units, part 4: Dm12

The Dm12. Lipokas (Slipper) aka Vankka (Stout, Solid) aka Konkka (Bankruptcy), aka Peräkylän Pendolino (Backwater Pendolino... a dear child has many names. These stout boys are currently our only diesel railbuses in use, operating the slow-stopping services on non-electrified routes. They're also our newest multiple units in operation at the time of writing (the Sm6 Allegro trains are newer, but currently not in operation).

A two-carriage Dm12 train in the current livery at Haapamäki, 2020. My photo.

Since I love context, to understand the Dm12 we need to go back over 30 years. Our previous mainstay railbus class, the Dm7, was retired in 1988. Diesel multiple units (DMUs) remained in use on some local services using the Dm9 units (downgraded from the original express services), but these too were withdrawn in 1990. No new diesel multiple units were built to replace either class; instead, services previously operated with DMUs were replaced by locomotive-hauled trains using blue carriages (which were in turn replaced by the new Intercity coaches on many long-distance trains). This resulted in some funny combinations, such as a single carriage being hauled by a single locomotive.

As should have been obvious from the start, not having any DMUs was A Very Bad Idea. Already in 1995 our Pieksämäki workshop rebuilt a second-class blue carriage into a DMU by putting in two bus engines and fitting control cabs at both ends. This single Dm10 unit was used successfully for three years around eastern Finland, but our illustrious leadership decided not to proceed any additional conversions due to the projected relatively short lifespan, instead ordering 16 brand new units from Alstom. The first of these Dm11 units were delivered in 1997... and quickly discovered to be heavier and noisier than specified, and the windshield had an unfortunate habit of freezing so the driver could not see. Already in 1997, we canceled the contract and all units were returned to the builder (reportedly they were eventually sold to Cuba).

Left: The sole Dm10. Photo Nikolas Lintulaakso, Wikimedia Commons. Right: A rake of Dm11's inbound to Helsinki to be returned to the builder. Photo Jarkko Voutilainen, Vaunut.org.

Several new rounds of tenders were held over the subsequent years, none of which resulted in acceptable bids, until finally in 2001 ČKD Vagonka (today a part of Škoda Transportation) in the Czech Republic offered railbuses that fulfilled the specifications of the tender put out on that year. 16 units were ordered, with an option for 20 (which we never took up – a mistake, as we shall see).

A two-carriage Dm12 rake at Seinäjoki, with the first car in the original livery apart from the added green high-visibility tape in the front. My photo.

The Dm12 railbuses finally entered service in 2005-2006. They have a service speed of 120 km/h and a capacity for 62 seated passengers. Funnily enough, they actually weight 8 metric tons more than the Dm11's abandoned due to excess weight. The new railbuses replaced locomotive-hauled trains on the routes Pieksämäki-Joensuu-Nurmes, Iisalmi-Ylivieska, Savonlinna-Parikkala, Jyväskylä to Tampere and Seinäjoki via Haapamäki and Karjaa-Hanko. Due to the better acceleration compared to locomotive-hauled trains, two stations (Oriveden keskusta and Kolho) could be (re-)opened without increasing travel times.

However, it quickly turned out the 16 Dm12's were not enough to cope with the passenger demands on all these services, and most notably Jyväskylä-Seinäjoki reverted to locomotive-hauled trains already in 2007 (but returned to Dm12's in 2011). For reasons unknown to the author, despite the clear need for more railbuses the option for additional units was never taken up, and no additional DMU's of other design have been ordered to date, despite there being more demand than the Dm12 can cope with on many routes.

The middle passenger compartment of a Dm12. Otto Karikoski, Wikimedia Commons.

Perhaps a reason for not building any more Dm12's is their unfortunate habit of catching fire. Between 2007 and 2022, Dm12's have burnt no less than 15 times. The whole class has been out of service due to the fires twice, first in 2012 and again in 2022. One unit was damaged so badly it had to be withdrawn from service entirely. And the fires have not been the only problems with the class, often less than a half of the Dm12's have been in operable condition.

Still, despite the persistent problems, there have been no concreate plans to get new, less combustible railbuses, or even to simply get more railbuses so there would be enough of them to go around. The situation was slightly improved in 2020, when passenger services between Karjaa and Hanko ceased for the duration of electrification works. Passenger services on the route will restart next week, but using Sm4 class electric multiple units.

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Castlevania: Train Honk of Lateness

Hello, and welcome to Written Literature.

I, Bolivia Oxymoron, have been a train ticket seller for close to three years now.

Originally, I worked at a station located in a working town adjacent to a sprawling metropolitan area. Day in and day out, I helped workers manage their traveling cards, and since the town was a big immigration hub, I got to meet all kinds of people. For a white country bumpkin like myself, it could certainly be described as stimulating.

Of course, I can't say that all interactions were good... As anyone who has worked retail or any other job servicing the public can attest, you see some shit out there in the trenches.

But most people I met were warm and considerate, and I even got to make some genuine human connections every now and then.

And that was just the workplace! My home life was a thousandfold better, thanks to the presence of my beloved partner, Weed Turpentine.

Truly, I had it good.

That is, of course, until a shady government organization saw it fit to upend my entire life.

CHAPTER ONE: THE CIA OF PUBLIC TRANSPORT

There is such a thing as expansionism, even within the flanks of a seemingly cohesive organization like the World Government of Planet Earth, or WoGo, as it tries and fails to be known in its PR campaigns.

Ever since all countries of the world unanimously decided to coalesce into one single governmental body in order to share resources and perform mutual aid, you'd think all conflict would end between members of the human race, and we could finally focus on dealing with those pesky vampires, sabertooth tigers and other natural predators.

But if you voice such a thought in modern day society, you will be labeled a fool who understands nothing about human nature.

Indeed, the infighting and scheming taking place within the structures of power that keep this world of ours together are no joke, and though less overtly violent, they may be said to involve as much complexity and tactical thought as the world wars of old.

One faction that is known even amongst the most ignorant public for its constant grabs for power and disregard for human lives is the one at the center of this story.

It is the organization for which I work, at the lowest of the low levels, facing clients and trying to help them weather its terrible whims.

Trainlike Entity Navigation - Functioning Enterprise.

TEN-FE.

That is the name of those who wish to connect everything.

On the surface, the purpose of this agency might sound quite benign - righteous, even.

"Bring the railway everywhere." "Door to door transportation, all by train." "One rail to connect them all." And so on.

But behind all of those pretty slogans, there is nothing but a thirst for power and glory. They who control the logistics control it all, after all.

And one more thing: railways are mostly made of iron. And what material can succesfully repel most magical creatures who feed on humans, such as the fae?

That's right! Iron!

In conspiracy boards all over the net, you can read all about how TEN-FE is the real ruler of our world government already...

...But I, as a lowly employee, don't think we're quite there yet.

After all, if we really were on top of the world, you wouldn't be able to explain our company's actions.

Why so many power plays, so much mindless expansion, way over what our infrastructure can realistically support, if the top brass aren't desperately grasping at any sliver of a chance at consolidating their influence?

And thus, we arrive at their latest power-hungry ploy, the one that threatens to ruin my life personally, the latest legacy of unbridled ambition.

CHAPTER TWO: A TRAIN STATION IN DRACULA'S CASTLE

"Okay, baby, my break is over. I have to get back in there."

"Alright, Boli", the sweetest, most tender voice in the world replies from the other end of the phone line. "Go get them. I love you."

"I love you too, so much. And I miss you." So much it hurts, I think to myself, but there's no need to be overly dramatic at like, 10 AM.

"I miss you too. And hey, don't run away with Alucard", the cutest angel chuckles.

"I-- First of all, I wouldn't run away with him; I'd send you a cordial request for permission to fuck him and then text you immediately afterwards to tell you it was mid."

My lover wheezes on the phone.

"SECONDLY," I add while giggling myself, "I'm a huge lesbian and his wonderfully androgynous charms will NOT compel me. That is all."

"Hahahahah, then go forth, train soldier."

"Forth I go, captain of my heart."

I blow a few quick kisses onto the phone and finally hang up.

Okay, back to the grind.

I mentioned it's around 10 AM right now, but that might give my respectable audience the wrong impression.

Where this station is located, it's the dead of night right now.

A huge crescent moon reigns over the night sky, tinted with an evil-looking shade of purple.

Now you might think, ¡ah! This must mean you're near one of the Earth's poles, and it's currently the dark half of the year! And you'd be wrong!

The real answer to this riddle is Magic Vampire Powers. To put it another way, you might say Magic Vampire Powers are the MVP of this whole situation.

(A certain red-headed young man of my acquaintance might cry if he read these words.)

As I walk back into the station, I glance at the big sign indicating its name, as well as the number of the line it belongs to, and is in fact the last stop of.

R66 - DRACULA'S CASTLE

I sigh heavily as I unlock and open the ticket booth's back door.

I never wanted to work here, and it escapes me why they picked me, precisely, to get transferred to their newest installation, which I can only assume to be some sort of political move to get on the good side of the most famous of all vampires.

And anyway, why did they even need to transfer anyone at all? Adrian "Alucard from Castlevania" Tepeş, the Count's son, got nepotistically appointed as the first employee for this new station, and let me tell you, two people are not needed to man this station.

Ah, but there I go again, dwelling on my frustrations. That's an express ticket to depression town.

I need to stay positive!

"I need to stay positive, Alucard!", I say to my coworker upon re-entering the booth.

Alucard nods sagely. My attention drifts onto his long eyelashes as his eyes close and he gives me a handsome reply. I mean a thoughtful reply. I mean that intelligent and meditative words come out of his beautiful thin lips, wrapped in a voice deep and susurrous which makes me think of honey being poured directly onto my brain.

"In the face of all happenings in one's life, one must strive to interpret and connect the raw facts in the manner most conducive to one's own happiness."

God, I'm keeping a brave front for Weed, but I wanna do some looney tunes shit to this white boy's prostate.

"Uh-huh! Yeah! My thoughts exactly", I manage to reply, and then, with greater composure, add: "I especially like how you acknowledge that knowable facts are still part of the equation. Optimism doesn't need to involve denial."

"Well put", Alucard murmured. With this, he seems to consider our exchange settled, so I sit on my side of the counter and enter work mode, a placid client-service smile slipping into my expression.

Not like there's much need for my professional people skills here. We have a grand total of two trains arriving and departing each day, and the overwhelming majority of them are completely empty.

The abode of the Lord of Darkness doesn't seem to be as much of a tourist destination as I'd have assumed.

In fact...

"Hey, Alucard?"

"Hmm?" His eyes don't rise from the cheap-looking, softcover book he's reading. Something about ants.

"Why don't we get any goths here?"

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I mean, how come goths worldwide aren't coming in droves to visit THE Castlevania? Look at it! It has hanging towers and shit! Can you... can you see the hanging tower from here?"

"I can't."

"Well, whatever. Do you get my point or not? It's strange, right?"

"One might certainly call this an enigma, yes. Now that you mention it, my father's biography, by that Stoker gentleman, was a very famous piece of gothic literature, wasn't it?"

"Yeah, man! People are obSESSED with fucking a vampire, too. Like it's not even goths, all kinds of people should be coming here to get horny at the stonework and shit."

"Perhaps that will be a fun little mystery for you to poke at while yoi're here." He smiled, his canine teeth showing through the inherent sardonism of his mouth. "If my company isn't enough to liven things up for you."

Oh, if only you knew how you liven up my lady parts.

"Yeah, like this place needs livening up", I quip instead. "Necromancy's in the air."

"Undeath is no substitute for life, I'm told." And with that sentence that could very well be a tramp stamp, our conversation is over for good. Alucard goes back to his book, and I turn on my portable gaming console. This comfortable silence is, in my heart at least, brimming with camaraderie.

For a moment, I wonder if he sees me that way too. As a comrade, a friend... And much to my chagrin, I also wonder if he thinks about my prostate at all.

I physically try to shake these thoughts out of my head and try to focus as my game boots up.

The game?

Oh, uhm, it's just this historical fiction thing.

It's, uh.

It's Castlevania: Symphony of the Night.

CHAPTER 3: OH GOD I'M SUCH A SIMP

23:30 PM.

I should be asleep, but instead I'm leaning against the railing on one of the Castle's many architecturally unrealistic terraces.

The sights are beautiful, if gloomy.

Graveyards, jagged mountains, poisonous swamps... They all have their charm, if you take the time to appreciate them.

Tonight, you can appreciate a gorgeous green and purple aurora formed by the tortured souls of the damned, blowing like a breeze over the landscape.

I wish Weed were here to see this.

She's probably asleep right now, or getting ready to be, so I can't call her.

And I can't take a picture; when I try to photograph any ghostly phenomena around here, my phone camera just shows static.

I'll just have to tell her about it tomorrow.

Sigh.

I'm originally from one of the southwestern regions of the

Eurasian landmass. My partner moved there from her birthplace in the Americas some years ago, and then we met and fell in love.

Since then, our relationship has deepened day by day, and I fully intend to be with her till the moment I die. So even if we haven't been married yet, it's no exaggeration to call us each other's wives.

And that's why this new destination to the center of the continent hurts so much. I can only see her during our sparse vacation days... and neither of us will have any of those for months.

Lost in these thoughts, I feel myself sinking into that doom and gloom that I seem to constantly have to fight back with a stick these days.

"Looking at it that way, this scenery is a perfect match for me, isn't it..."

I laugh humorlessly.

And then, behind me, something else cackles as well.

I know that cackle.

I cautiously glance behind me.

The eternal crescent moon that reigns supreme over this land lends its silvery shine to the blood-curdingly sharp blade of a scythe.

The face of its wielder is only halfway visible through the rags he covers himself with.

That face... is a bare skull, locked in a perpetual grin.

I turn to face the figure.

Before me stands Death.

CHAPTER 4: THAT'S MY MANAGER. THAT GHOULIE IS MY BOSS

0:43 AM.

We've been at the tavern for a while now. Death is on his third goblet of blood, while I continue to sip my very red grape juice.

"It's just really hard. I'm so sad all the time. Without her, I'm just... I'm having to raw-dog reality, you know?"

"I GET IT, YES." His screeching, echoing voice is not something I could withstand on a bad sensory day, but at least it seems the blood has lubricated his ghostly vocal chords a bit. "THE MASTER -THAT'S DRACULA- HAS HAD THOSE SORT OF TROUBLES BEFORE, TOO. OF COURSE, WHEN HE DID, IT WAS A WHOLE THING"

I nod knowingly. I've played the games, after all.

The Dark Lord lost his beloved human wife to the horrifying witch burnings of the era (incidentally, that was Alucard's mother; he's a dhampir, or half-vampire) and, as far as history textbooks are concerned, he used that as an excuse to conduct a horrible genocide on the human population of what then was known as central and Eastern Europe.

It was pretty fucked up!

And uh. Not to virtue signal or anything but as much as I love my wife, if she were to get murdered, I feel like I might kill 10 people about it, tops.

"Yeah, it's exactly the same, I really feel for him", I tell my boss.

"ME TOO, HE'S JUST A POOR FELLER. I MEAN THAT HE'S FELLED A LOT OF PEOPLE." Death cackles irritatingly.

I give him a courtesy chuckle. I probably should quit my job.

"BUT LISTEN TO ME, COLOMBIA."

"Bolivia."

"WHAT?"

"My name's Bolivia."

"WHAT DID I SAY?"

"You said Colombia, boss."

"AH I SEE. I MISTOOK THEM, IT'S A DIFFERENT COUNTRY"

"Huh? What country?"

"WELL... BOLIVIA!"

"Yes?"

Death glared straight into my soul for an entire minute.

"ANYWAY. WHAT I WANT TO CONVEY TO YOU IS THIS, MY LOWLY HENCHWOMAN."

"I believe the modern term is 'employee'."

A thunder roars inside the dingy tavern, rattling every skeletal patron's bones like a set of xylophones.

"YOU SHALL LET DEATH SPEAK!", my manager bellows.

After he makes sure I'm silently waiting for him to continue, he does so. his tone is now gentler, even paternal.

"LOVE TRANSCENDS ALL, MY HUMAN MAGGOT. YOU AND YOUR TRIBADIST LOVER WILL ONE DAY BE REUNITED. THIS, I BELIEVE FROM THE MARROW OF MY FEMURS."

Against myself, I'm moved by his words. He offers his goblet in toast, and so I clink my glass against it, and proceed to drink my grape juice.

"SO KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF YOUNG MASTER ALUCARD, YOU SLUT"

The entirety of said juice, which was about to go down my esophagus, does a hard turn into my windpipe. The ensuing coughing fit is the stuff of legend.

"YOU HARLOT", Death adds while I writhe for air.

"YOU... YOU SEX WORKER, YOU."

"Cough... Ghack... Okay... okay, enough of that misguided name-calling." This is followed by a few noises too undignified to try to transcribe. "First of all, sex work should be protected by law and affordable education should be provided to all those who desired alternatives-- cough, cough-- And in the first place, universal basic income is the foremost way to prevent involuntary sex work as well as many types of criminality and... --burrrrp, cough--"

"DON'T YOU DARE DISCUSS POLICY WITH ME!!", Death roars.

"MY UNDERLINGS HAVE SEEN HOW YOU THIRST AFTER THE YOUNG MASTER!! IT'S UNSIGHTLY!!"

This strikes a chord within me. My blood rises to my face, and I wipe the juice from my face, staining my white sleeve a deep red, just like the rest of my work shirt at this point.

"Okay, well? Tell your underlings that they need to get glasses, because I'm a lesbian. A lesbian, you hear?! I LIKE WOMEN ONLY!! Alucard might be beautiful and alluring and intelligent, but he's a man!! There's no way I'd be attracted to him!"

"SEXUALITY IS FLUID!"

"Not mine it's not!!!"

"OH, SO YOU HATE BISEXUALS?!" At this point, Death is straight-up swinging his gigantic scythe at me.

Tiny scythes are also flying and rotating slowly all over the place, for some reason?!

"Of course I love bisexuals!! My wife is bisexual! I'm in a bisexual relationship and I believe wholeheartedly in lesbian-bisexual solidarity!!"

I shout all this while inelegantly trying to get away from the many scythes that are, for lack of a better word, filling the screen.

"Okay, wait a second, does anyone have a whip?!" I scream while I swing a chair around defensively, only to have it cut into like, bunny shapes and such.

No time to admire the level of skill on these scythes, as from one of the shady corners of the tavern, a long-haired, musclebound man wearing nothing but a loincloth wordlessly tosses me his weapon.

A chain whip with a li'l spiky ball at the end.

"Thanks, mate!"

As I prepare for my final showdown with Death...

...the flat end of his ginormous scythe hits me square on the face and I fall hard to the floor, hitting the back of my head.

"YOU ARE UNWORTHY OF THE YOUNG MASTER'S PROSTATE!!"

Okay, that is spooky. Are these guys reading my mind, or what?!

I bring myself to my feet, painfully setting my nose.

"Get this, Spirit Halloween: even if I wanted anything to do with that man's butthole, that would only be our business as consenting adults!!"

I forget the verb for what you do with a whip, but you can bet I do just that! And then, a second time, hitting Death's skull right on the teeth.

"Not that I do want to. Not that there'd be anything wrong if I did." I strike a pose as the skull falls to the floor and shatters. "But I don't."

The room falls silent. I throw the whip back to the barbatian-looking guy, missing him entirely and spilling his beer instead.

"Thanks, Conan."

"Not my name."

"Whatever, man. I just killed my boss."

I'd like to say that everybody clapped, but in the spirit of truthfulness: nobody left in the tavern gave a crap about my victory, my relationship status OR how many fingers I'd like to slip up anyone's rectum.

Alone and drenched in grape juice and sweat, with one boob out from one of the many cuts my shirt has received, I do the walk of shame all the way to my lodgings, gracefully provided by the Dark Landlord.

The rent is only 4/5ths of my salary, so I consider it a pretty lucky arrangement.

CHAPTER 5: ALL THINGS CONSIDERED

"Alucard, you're the only friend I've been able to make here. I don't mean to insult your heritage, but this place fucking sucks."

Alucard directed a sidelong glance at me, signaling permission to distract him from his fascinating-looking read on the many different lineages of beetle.⁸

The station was utterly devoid of business, as usual. We got like, one train a day, and not a single soul seemed to ever ride it either up or down.

Which made the mystery of the station's unfathomable purpose all the more prominent.

Anyway, back to my woes:

"I hate it here! I had to kill some dude last night, I miss my home and my partner, I miss actually helping people solve their bullshit train problems! A zombie tried to chew on my arm this morning, all like, no big deal!"

A thoughtful pause.

"I do enjoy the giant spiders, though. Very friend-shaped."

"I happen to be quite fond of the giant spiders myself." An affable smile from the most beautiful man this side of Lesbos. "I do believe I know what you need to do, Bolivia."

"My esteemed friend, I am always eager to hear your advice", I simped.

"You should probably help me kill my father. That would solve a fair amount of your problems. Of course, it would also help save the world, but that's neither here nor there."

Music to my ears. My catholic guilty-messianic complex was being appealed to for maximum effect.

"Well, I have always wanted to perform a political assassination. But like, shouldn't you try therapy first?"

My boycrush chuckled softly, affectionately, and I was immediately the tiniest bit wet. Of course, I kept my face as straight as if I'd never heard about the birds and the bees.

Incidentally, English is my second language, so I never did get that exact talk. I just learnt the anatomy of it, so I legit do not know who's supposed to be the birds and who's the bees in this situation. Does pollination come into the metaphor at all?

Like first of all most birds just have cloacas, right??

...Well, anyway, Alucard replied thus:

"Well, in recent years, my father has been getting mired down in certain conspiracy theory rabbit holes and... Well, to put it simply, Dracula has become a train supremacist."

He paused for a moment, to let the gravity of the situation sink in.

Upon discerning in my blank expression that the gravity of the situation was still well afloat, he added:

"This is really bad."

"Okay", I offered, uncertainly.

"He has made dealings with the darkest, most nefarious organization in today's geopolitical landscape: Ten-Fe. Too far, even for him. Associating with them is the worst thing he's ever done."

"Okay, I feel a bit insane. Did he or did he not try to kill all of humanity and succeed in making a significant dent in the global population?"

"Well, of course I opposed and defeated him the first two times he did that, but: those were kinda justified, if you think about it. You people did execute his wife. My mom, by the way."

Awkward eye contact.

"Just saying."

"You know, you really fumbled me just now", I blurted out. "Had me wrapped around your little finger and then just chopped it off like the yakuza. I hear fumbling a trans woman is a mortifying experience, so I'm deeply sorry for your loss."

"I confess I don't understand. I have no interest in you sexually, or frankly otherwise."

"Oh, escape Samsara, Alucard. I'm gonna go kill your dad and get out of this stupid job."

I grabbed the emergency Ten-Fe-issued sanctified chain whip we keep in all train stations and walked out of there.

If i was an omniscient narrator, I might tell you from an objective perspective what Alucard did and said once I left the booth.

But I'm not, so I'm just gonna straight-up lie to you. Feel free to not rely on the narration that's about to follow, I guess.

"BOLIVIAAAAA!!" Alucard hollered in the most plaintive lament anyone's ever heard. "BOLIVIAAAAA!!! SHE WAS SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING LETTING ME HIT AND I LAID IT ALL TO WASTE!!"

The beautiful man cried and cried while he tore his Ten-Fe uniform to tatters.

"NOTHING IN MY LIFE HAS VALUE ANYMORE... BECAUSE I CAN'T HAVE HER FINGERS... HER DEXTROUS, BEAUTIFUL FINGERS... UP MY ASS!! BOLIVIAAAAA!!"

And he also said this, regretfully, solemnly, quietly, like a man who's given up on everything.

"I'm... a big doodoo poopyhead..."

CHAPTER 6: BACK TO OUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED RELIABLE NARRATION

"Show yourself, Dracula! I'm here to end your reign of terror! Of train-ror. Of trorror... No, that's nothing. Dracula, come on! My improv fuel is not never-ending!"

No one answered my summons.

I stopped to appreciate the throne room, and its pointy, melancholy architecture made me wonder that same fundamental question again.

"Man, why do no goths come here? This is literally like the set for like, Hamlet. Hamlet's goth, right?"

I lightly kicked the opulently ornamented throne. The sound it made was a deep vibrato.

"Maybe modern goths don't vibe with like, the aristocracy vibe? It could be a Vampire: The Masquerade thing, I guess. With all the anarchist vampires and stuff."

VtM is another important historical text that doubles as a physics and probability manual of sorts. Very fundamental to society.

"There is a simpler explanation than that."

The voice that uttered that phrase is very deep, dignified, monstruous and tragic, all at the same time.

I turn and there he is. The count himself.

My stomach turns too. He smells really nasty.

I recognize him from his portrayals in historical media; for starters, he's really tall, just like in the games.

But if I were to be challenged to recognize him by his clothing, I'd just call him a random extremely divorced middle aged man with hygiene problems.

I try not to judge in such situations. You never know what people are going through, and I myself have at times neglected myself due to mental health problems.

Maybe there's a different approach to my situation than what I was expecting.

"Hey, Mr. Tepeş. How's it hanging?"

"I think trains should vote."

"An idiosyncratic political opinion, but I'm sure you have your reasons."

"Everything must be trains."

"I agree it's an efficient and, especially when electric, environmentally friendly form of public transportation. I'm a fan, personally. The people need--"

"NO!!" He growls, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me up. "NO PEOPLE!! ONLY TRAIN!!"

"I think I'm beginning to see the problem here. Have you heard of video games?"

15 minutes and 99,5 Romanian Lei later (that's about 20€ or USD 21,5 straight from MY e-wallet), his dark computer had Railroad Simulator 2024 installed and running.

Dracula was smiling peacefully.

"Okay, so I'm gonna leave you with the tutorial, as well as my cognitive-behavioral therapist's secretary's phone number, alright?"

He turns to me.

"Stranger... you've saved me. Who are you? A Belmont? A Morris?"

I smile. "An Oxymoron."

He raises his hand in denial. "You're no moron, friend. But tell me, is there nothing I can do for you?"

"Nothing at all, save for making sure the Ten-Fe directors' board knows that you will kill them all with your bare hands if I don't get transferred back to my usual post."

"Hah hah, you got it, my kindred spirit, the one to whom I'm bound by the steel threads of fate, which are separated by the wooden planks of fate. Choo, choo."

"Choo, choo, Count", I echo, and take my leave.

As I make to open the door leading out of the throne room, it opens on its own, and a skeletal figure is waiting on the other side.

"Hey, I killed you last night, you fuck."

"UMM, I'M LITERALLY YOUR BOSS?", Death points out.

"Not anymore! I'm out of here!" I beamed.

"YEAH, JUST AFTER RESPAWNING I HEARD MASTER ALUCARD REJECTED YOUR ASS THIS MORNING. I'D RUN AWAY IN SHAME TOO."

"I!! AM!! A FUCKING!! LESBIAN!!" I screamed as I whipped his skull out of his body once more. "Plus I rejected him first."

"He was devastated", I add, not very reliably.

"You know, your kind are degenerates", Dracula mused, eyes fixed on the screen, index finger clicking away. "I'm very glad my son's precious prostate wasn't defiled by your filthy lesbian fingers."

"Give me a fucking break", I mutter on my way out.

EPILOGUE:

"IIIIIIHHH!!", I scream in utter delight. It feels like I've never been happier or more relieved than now, walking out onto the train platform, and seeing my beloved waiting there.

Weed Turpentine, the most beautiful woman ever to be born. You heard it here first, folks! The hottest ever!

The sunlight shone on her brown skin with a passion, as if the rays were competing with each other to see which one could bring her gorgeous rounded shapes into relief.

Her hair was done up in braids, skilfully but with just a tiny hint of messiness in a way that prefectly balances being extremely attractive and utterly endearing.

Her smile is radiant as she enthusiastically waves at me.

It's so good to be home.

We share a hug-tackle and I immediately melt into her arms.

"God, I missed you so fucking much", I half-sob, while rubbing my cheek against hers.

"I missed you too. The appartment was so empty without you", she replies softly.

"My life was so empty without you!! I love you so much!!"

Our foreheads touch.

"I love you so much. The fuck?"

We kiss.

She adds, chuckling like the ability to laugh was only evolved at all for her to perfect it: "We're the sappiest people on this train platform."

The hardness of my edges, the protections I put in place for my emotions when she's not present, dissipate, and I start weeping openly.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Sniff... Snighf... A-Alucard turned out to be lowkey a genocide apologist..."

"Oh babe..." She strokes the back of my head.

"...AND HE DIDN'T EVEN WANT TO SLEEP WITH ME!!!!", I wail, nose threatening to get a little runny.

She fucking wheezes with laughter.

What can I say?

It's my favorite sound.

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Chai garam, chai garam, chai garam!

The Indian Railways system, established in 1853, is one of the largest and oldest railway networks in the world. Since its inception, it has played a critical role in connecting distant regions of the country, supporting both passenger and freight transportation. Initially built and operated by private companies under British colonial rule, the railways were later nationalized in 1951, bringing the entire network under the control of the Government of India. This shift was made to ensure the efficient expansion of rail infrastructure, uniformity in service delivery, and better integration of the system across the subcontinent. Since nationalization, Indian Railways has operated as a government monopoly, with centralized control and management through the Ministry of Railways and the Railway Board. This structure has allowed the government to prioritize public welfare, providing affordable transportation while facilitating economic development.

The centralized control system of Indian Railways enables uniform decision-making, centralized resource allocation, and coordinated operations across its various zones and divisions. All key decisions, from scheduling to budgeting, infrastructure development, and safety protocols, are managed by the central government. This structure ensures a standard level of service across the country, with the Railway Board responsible for policy formulation, regulatory compliance, and financial management. While this centralized system has ensured operational consistency and widespread accessibility, it has also led to challenges such as inefficiency, delays in modernization, and financial strains, given the vast scale of operations. These limitations have been a driving force behind discussions on potential privatization and decentralization, aiming to improve efficiency and foster competition within the sector.

Task at Hand: This centralized structure has ensured operational consistency but has also led to inefficiencies, delays, and limited innovation. Due to this reason, the Indian Government has decided to open the railways market and privatize the sector. With the privatization of the railway sector, there is now an opportunity for private companies to enter the market, creating competition that will hopefully drive better services, financial performance, and customer satisfaction. You are tasked with building a comprehensive plan for your railway company, addressing crucial aspects such as system design, financials, and marketing.

Deliverables:

1. Railway system design (network coverage, infrastructure, technology integration)

2. Initiation costs and financial projections (startup costs, revenue streams, expenses,

funding strategy)

3. Unique Selling Proposition (USP) and value proposition

4. Marketing strategies (target market analysis, branding, promotional tactics, pricing

strategy)

5. Operational plan (applying for government tenders, service offerings, scheduling, staffing)

6. Extra deliverables are welcome.

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Photo: C. 1883-1889. A 20-mule team before its 165-mile journey to the railhead in Mojave, California. Photo courtesy of the National Park Service The purpose of the twenty-mule-team wagons was to transport 10 short tons of borax ore per journey. The rear wheels, standing at a height of seven feet, were equipped with 1-inch-thick iron tires. The wagon beds, crafted from solid oak, measured 16 feet in length and 6 feet in depth, with an empty weight of 7,800 pounds. The convoy, extending over 180 feet with mules in tow, consisted of three wagons: the first as a trailer, the second known as "the tender" or the "back action," and the last serving as a water tank. When loaded with ore, the complete weight of the mule train, including the wagons, amounted to approximately 73,200 pounds. The water tank, holding 1,200 US gallons, supplied the mules with water during the journey. An additional 500-US-gallon wagon was occasionally appended to deliver water to a dry camp along the route. Over a span of six years, the teams successfully transported more than 20 million pounds of borax out of Death Valley. The horses, positioned as wheelers closest to the wagon, were ridden by one of the two individuals typically required to operate the wagons. While larger than the mules, the horses were considered less intelligent and less adaptable to desert conditions. Remi Nadeau's historical account, "Nadeau's Freighting Teams in the Mojave," highlights the mules' superiority for general use in the desert region. The teamster controlled the team using a single long rein, known as a "jerk line," aided by a lengthy blacksnake whip. Typically riding the left wheeler, the teamster could also operate from the trailer seat, managing the brake on steep descents. The swamper, usually riding the trailer, would be positioned on the back action in hilly terrain to operate the brake. Armed with a can of small rocks, the swamper could encourage an inattentive mule to return to work. Both men were responsible for preparing the team, tending to the mules' needs, and addressing any veterinary or repair requirements. A mid-day stop allowed for feeding and watering the mules in harness, while night stops provided corrals and feed boxes. Each day's travel averaged around 17 miles, and the entire one-way trip took approximately ten days. The company constructed cabins at night stops for the use of drivers and swampers.

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You meet a better sort of bum in a marina.

1st of April 2024: I know, April fools day. However it was the day we chose to start to live on board our new boat. We had meticulously packed so we each had 30kg, as allowed by Qantas. This process took into account the things already on board, those we may need, those things we just wanted to take whether we needed them or not and those things we want to have just in case. Another 3 hour flight and 3 hour car ride. We hired a car for a week to be able to get to all of the shops and buy all of the stuff we would need. Mainly food and gas and fuel.

3rd April 2024: Paid a visit to customs as our customs form stated we were able to stay in New Zealand on Mai Tai until June 2024. We wanted to stay for the allotted 2 years each boat receives when they first arrive, but somewhere in the purchase this was changed to June. So we started the process at customs. We found out that having a foreign boat in New Zealand allowed us to avoid all taxes on any purchases. Wow so if we needed a new freezer @ $2500 NZ we would get $375 off. Not too shabby.

5th April 2024: Went to my first yoga class in Opua. So close to the Marina, I just walked about 10 minutes and the community hall was next to the car ferry. Great view of the BOI from the front door. Great class run by a lovely lady called Ines who was selling bananas from her tree.

We had to sort out our gas cylinders as they were foreign and we couldn't get them filled here in NZ. They didn't meet their high standard but fit perfectly into our cubby hole for cylinders in the cock pit. So on the last day before we returned the car we drove to Keri Keri where a cylinder servicing centre was only too happy to help. They said the cylinders were aluminium and worth about $400 each. They would be good for a few more years yet. Great news as we were thinking of just getting new ones. Back to Whangarie delivered the car, taxi to bus station, bus back to Opua, walk down the hill and now we are truly living on a boat without any other form of transport.

On the morning of the 5th our good friends from Bali were here on a cruise and we were able to pick them up and bring them to the boat. Still no sailing as we were waiting for a sail track installation. It was great to welcome aboard our first guests and they loved the boat. Ironically, they will be back next week on a different cruise, so we will see them again and go sailing.

While we we in Whangarie, the good guys from New Zealand Yacht Services came to check everything was ready for the sail track install. It just happened that they were able to get the boom off easily, remove the old track easily and so they decided to install the new track. We weren't even there. Job done and now we can go sailing.

11th April 2024: Extreme weather conditions saw us stuck on board for nearly 2 days and during the night the font hatch in the main cabin leaked. My pillow and mattress was wet and my enthusiasm dampened. So since we bought the boat, the sail track needed replacing, the gennaker was torn to shreds so a new one was ordered, the helm clutch break knob fell off and had to be repaired and replaced and now the hatch leaked. Luckily the boat came with spares and David re installed a new one and its water proof! yay!

15th April 2024: Peter and Diana arrived and we took off. We stretched our sails into nearly zero wind and had a fun day trying to make Mai Tai go without much help from the westerly. We picked up a mooring for $600 for 6 weeks in Kororareka bay, just off Russell old town. Beautiful spot.

18th April 2024: Went to yoga in Russell. First time David drove me to shore in the tender and went for a walk while I made new acquaintance with my muscles. Then off to Opua for a Rally meeting. It was extreemly informative and there are about 60 to 70 boats going between May and June. Some are going to Tonga, Tahiti, Fiji and Vanuatu. We are excited to go in 2025, but seriously need to get to know our boat first.

16th April 2024: Yoga again in Opua, washing and we got our yellow customs form! So David bought a fishing rod and some new lines and a custom step we designed so we can easily step up onto the roof when sailing. Looks great. Now we just need some great weather and we are off to explore the Bay Of Islands and catch a fish.

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Niwa’s farm community is known as the village of Hinode. It was created some fifty years before the Fire Nation attacked. It started when a group of agriculturalists, unhappy with life in the lower ring of Ba Sing Se, left the great city to start their own community. They took their families and settled on a large patch of land.

The farmland started off with just cultivating the gardens and tending to livestock, but as the years went by and the families found their own niches, and the children married and more people joined the community, it began to offer more services, such as spinning and weaving, woodworking, smithing, milling - however, the village had to keep itself very contained from the Fire Nation’s attacks, and any Earthbenders who offered their services were highly respected.

Niwa’s family tended to the livestock. From selling them for their meat, to taking them to be sheared and have wool sent to the spinners, milking, collecting eggs, and using them for transport, Niwa remains busy on her side of the community. She does have help, however, in some new faces now that the war is over and more people have been arriving to the community.

Since Niwa’s great-great grandfather’s time, 12 members of her family have been Earthbenders who ensured the safety of the village (her great-great grandfather included). Neither of Niwa’s parents were Benders, and Niwa herself has no element, but with her status as one of the descendants of one of the founding families, Niwa is highly respected for her big heart, patience, and stalwart manner. However, she isn’t the most socially aware, and being the last person left of her family, she is often working herself ragged and has little time for interaction with her community. Thankfully, with the end of the war came some new faces now that Hinode didn’t have to hide itself anymore.

Now with Waterbenders entering the village with new earthbenders, the crop yield has been thriving exponentially, enough to take to other markets for profit. Metalbenders have begun to show up in the village as well as they begin working for the smith. Hinode is thriving as new faces and occupations begin to rejuvenate the community.

And one of the newest faces ends up being a man that Niwa finds in the woods when looking for one of her lion-rams. He is gravely injured and half drowned; one look into his golden eyes lets her know he has some Fire Nation heritage.

The man awakens to Niwa looking over him, concerned and eager to help.

There is no way for her to know that she is looking at the former Fire Lord, Ozai himself, freshly escaped from prison and on the run. But he’s not going anywhere for a while thanks to his vast list of  injuries, so he picks the name Chen to hide his identity. He plans to use this woman’s naivete to his advantage, but eventually in time his pride is worn down by the village. 

‘Chen’ is given aid, is welcomed, is smiled at, is never made to feel like he’s worthless. In time, this place scabs over his old life, and reveals someone new that he had no idea he could be. His life enmeshes with Niwa, her tenderness paired with effortless and endless support reveal a sense of guardianship within Ozai. It comes with shame, knowing he’s failed his wife and children back home - but Chen will be different.

The Phoenix King has risen from the ashes, not to rule the world. But to tend to it. Ozai is reborn as Chen. Chen is quiet, but a sentinel that guards the village from remaining intruders. Even without an element, he is still a force to be reckoned with. Chen and Niwa marry and welcome two children, and life is promising.

Until Ozai’s children find him, reminding him of the man he once was, and telling Niwa who he is in the process - all while facing the facts that his disappearance has kept many on edge, and he still has a prison sentence to complete.

Niwa must confront this truth, that her beloved has committed unthinkable acts against the world, against his own children.

and in the process, she also learns something new about her heritage through her daughter’s newfound Airbending abilities.

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Three days of strikes in the technology and chemical industries began early on Wednesday, the first of the present labour market cycle, with more strikes on the way if settlements between unions and employers are not seen soon.

Helsingin Sanomat reports (siirryt toiseen palveluun) that the action called by the Industrial Union, which started at midnight, affects around 7,200 employees at 50 workplaces in the technology industry, the basic chemicals industry, the plastic products industry and the chemical products industry. The strike includes ABB Group's offices, the production facilities of the pharmaceutical company Orion, and Outokumpu's steel plant in Tornio, as well as other locations.

A strike by the Federation of Professional and Managerial Staff YTN is now affecting a dozen companies in the technology sector, with about 5,000 senior employees taking part.

Meanwhile, Trade Union Pro is staging a three-day walkout by white-collar workers in the technology, engineering and consulting sectors.

The strikes went ahead after failure to reach a pay agreement in talks on Tuesday between unions and employers.

Helsingin Sanomat writes that the dispute in the tech sector can be seen as the most significant of the ongoing labour market clashes because wage settlements in the technology industry usually set the standard for other sectors.

More strikes likely

Ilta-Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) tells readers that the service industry union PAM has announced an expansion of strikes in the retail trade sector scheduled for 16 February.

If it goes ahead, the two-day strike will affect 415 locations, with a total of around approximately 26,000 employees.

The strike will affect, for example, all K-Citymarkets, Prisma and Lidl supermarkets, Veljekset Keskinen stores, 42 Tokmanni outlets and 14 Kokkola Halpa-Halli stores, as well as Kesko Logistics terminals in Tampere, Turku, Kuopio and Oulu.

PAM is aiming for approximately two hundred euro increases in the monthly wages of employees in the retail sector.

Also, the Transport Workers' Union AKT has threatened a strike starting on 15 February which will hit port operations and road transport.

Helsingin Sanomat reports (siirryt toiseen palveluun) that the Employers’ Federation of Road Transport has called the union's planned action irresponsible, saying that the whole of society will suffer from delays in deliveries caused by the strike. It warned that some petrol stations may run out of fuel and home waste bins may overflow while drivers are on strike.

Fewer traffic cameras

Kuopio's Savon Sanomat (siirryt toiseen palveluun) reports that the number of fines issued to motorists caught speeding by traffic cameras took a nosedive last year.

The number of tickets based on snapshots taken by traffic police traffic cameras in 2022 was down by a third, to just under 78,000 fines for speeding.

The paper quotes Inspector Heikki Ihalainen of the National Police Board as saying that increased fuel prices may have played a part in drivers having a lighter foot on the gas pedal.

There are currently around 300 cameras monitoring traffic speeds on the nation's roads and highways. These cameras are rotated among approximately 1,200 locations.

This year however there will be even fewer snapping pictures along the road as older cameras are being taken out of service and replaced.

The tendering process for the purchase of new cameras will not be held until this summer, and installation will not take palce until late in the year, or in 2024.

Keeping your brain young

The farmers' union paper Maaseudun Tulevaisuus (siirryt toiseen palveluun) waxes nostalgic with happy childhood memories of the hours spent playing with building blocks, and writes about its editorial staff's experience with a set of adult Legos to see if they were still up to the challenge.

Completing the build took more time, dexterity and brain power than the team expected, but they called the experiment a success.

The verdict was that overall, it was a relaxing experience.

Anita Pohjanvuori, a memory expert at the Alzheimer Society of Finland was not surprised. She told the paper that building blocks and puzzles of various kinds are good memory and concentration training.

She added that, for example, as a counterweight to challenging work, you should focus on something other than things that exercise your memory.

Pohjanvuori said she is often asked by people if they should do crossword puzzles, even though they don't really like them.

"I answer that of course you shouldn't if you don't like it. The best advice is to do something you like doing," Pohjanvuori pointed out.

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An introduction to rolling stock VR operates for other owners, part 1: JKOY Sm5

A seismic shift happened on Finnish railroads in 2004. The municipalities of the capital city region (Helsinki, Espoo, Vantaa and Kauniainen), together with VR, formed a new company, Pääkaupunkiseudun Junakalusto Oy (JKOY for short, roughtly translating as Capital City Region Train Rolling Stock Company), for the purposes of acquiring local trains to replace the existing rolling stock used on the commuter services around Helsinki, and to tender out the operation of the trains in the future. (We later sold our share to be eligible to bid for the operation of the trains).

An Sm5 train in the current livery. My photo from 2021.

JKOY's choice fell on the Swiss constructor Stadler's FLIRT (Fast Light Intercity and Regional Train) design, but adopted to Finnish needs, most notably with much thicker insulation than on units delivered elsewhere. With first units ordered in 2006, these were given the Finnish designation Sm5. While Flirt trains can be built with a service speed of 200 km/h, HSL opted for the somewhat slower 160 km/h variant.

The first Sm5 units were delivered in 2008 and entered regular service in 2009. The operation of the trains was awarded to VR, and we have continued to provide the service ever since.

The four-carriage units are all low-floor at the entrances and there are large spaces for prams, wheelchairs and bicycles. The Sm5 proved highly practical and popular in use, and the original order of 32 units was later increased first to 41 units in 2011, then to 75 units in 2014 and finally to 81 units in 2015. The last Sm5 was delivered in 2017.

An Sm5 unit in the original livery. My photo from 2012.

Originally, the Sm5 units were delivered in the livery of Pääkaupunkiseudun yhteistyövaltuuskunta (YTV), white and grey with blue and lime green accent stripes. YTV was superceded as the organiser of public transportation within the capital city region in 2010 by the new Helsingin Seudun Liikenne (HSL, Helsingforsregionens Trafik, HRT, in Swedish, Helsinki Regional Transport Authority in English). HSL initially kept the old livery for the trains, but in 2015 a new livery was unveiled, with violet replacing the blue and green. The last Sm5's were delivered in this new livery, and all older units were repainted by 2022.

Seating areas of the Sm5 in original form. In later units, the bottom of the seats has been swapped for the same red faux leather used on the headrests. Photo JKOY.

Today, the Sm5 remains the sole train type operated on services within the HSL area. Local trains to destinations beyond the HSL area are operated by us, mostly using the Sm4 units, but HSL tickets are valid for trips on those lines within the HSL area. Unless the HSL area, or train services within it, is radically expanded in the future, we can expect the Sm5's to remain the sole HSL local train for the foreseeable future. And hopefully we'll also continue to operate them.