Walking Through Time, the story of two siblings who challenged time, magic and reality.
Synopsis: Ambrose and Lucie Cromwell are two talented and promising young siblings in the 16th century. Ambrose is the heir to a wealthy barony, meanwhile Lucie is being prepared to one day be wed to the most wanted bachelor at court. But when in the eve of their double wedding they decide to visit a legendary lake, they both stumble upon its magical waters...waking up in the 19th century. Now in a different England, they must find a way back home and, in the meantime, survive a whole new world...together.
Chapters:
Prologue: 1512
Chapter One: The Tudor Wife
Chapter Two: A Fateful Ball
Chapter Three: The Victorian Voyage
Chapter Four: The Way Back Home
Chapter Five: Left Behind
Chapter Six: Welcome Back To Hogwarts!
Chapter Seven, Part One: A Misty Memory
Chapter Seven, Part Two: A Charming Encounter
Chapter Eight: Back On Track
Chapter Nine: The Search
Chapter Ten: (Not) Falling In Love
Chapter Eleven: The Cromwell Ball
Chapter Twelve: Titillating Feelings
Chapter Thirteen: Bubble Bursts
Chapter Fourteen: Rescue Mission
Chapter Fifteen: Wedding Bells
Chapter Sixteen: An Everlasting Love
Chapter Seventeen: Happier Ever After
Chapter Eighteen: Two Siblings on A Lake
Epilogue: History Books
Featuring the OCs of: @potionboy3 & @kathrynalicemc !
*Blue and green means that the chapter is focused on both children, meanwhile blue means it's Lucie-centric & green means Ambrose-centric
Let me know if you want a tag in the publishing of the fics!!!
Coming out of my shell… I decided to make a video of my newest ships. Last month for me was filled with kids and this month has apparently been about ships (few are older but don’t yet have video content!). Some of these are side characters and some have a bigger role in my universe, but they all deserve a good amount of love. Also, all these storylines are super interesting and different.
In order:
Jaren Greenaway & Livia Alden @cursed-herbalist FBAWTFT
These two are truly so interesting and I'm loving the juicy story 👀 Still they're so wholesome ❤️❤️
Caiaphas Byrn & Timotheus Malinda @gaygryffindorgal HP Victorian era
What is their story? Catch me if you can? Whatever it is I’m in into it and here for it. VampirexVampire hunter is 👌👌👌A new gryffie ship?? You know it's gonna be wild.
Ella Byrn & Siv Arcano-Thorne @kathrynalicemc HPMA/HP next gen
Height difference and vigilante meets assassin?? Yes. Both are such; looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.
Thane Greenaway & Lucie Cromwell @endlessly-cursed HP Victorian era
Them 🥺 They build a beautiful life together and change each other’s lives. And they’re both so damn pretty.
Gillie Beck & Edwin of Alderly @gaygryffindorgal FBAWTFT
Another juicy story. Two cutie pies meet, and it’s forbidden love. Absolutely yes!
John Arthur & Shreya Battersea-Parsons @endlessly-cursed HPMA
They might not be endgame but damn they are cute while they're together. She's exactly what John needs for his own journey so it was a perfect idea to match them.
Ríoghán 'Boyd' O'Connor & Ottilie Enfield @cursed-herbalist FBAWTFT
It's a difficult dynamic to explore but I know we can make it work.
Mina Berker &Timéo Durand @cursed-herbalist HP modern era
Ah they have my heart 🥺. Opposites attract and slow burn. Mo is so my type of character and it's like Mina was made for his story. I like having a muggle character for change and it’s nice that she found a wizard boyfriend/baby daddy (ps. I know we have so many ships together at this point, but I wouldn't mind if we had 20 more.)
Twyla Brindlemore & Lincoln Maythorn-Raines @cursebreakerfarrier HPMA
I started to make this video before this ship existed, but I had to add a little bit of them to the end. We love a good friends to lovers also weird girl and a jock 😊
pairing: tim bradford x reader (oc last name: blake)
characters: tim bradford, y/n blake, zoe andersen, jackson west, john nolan, lucy chen, thane riggs (oc villain)
warnings: 18+ MDNI, language, blood, fighting, stabbing, mentions of SA, being held captive, forced to hurt someone, forced to hurt partner, crying, quitting, if i missed anything please please please let me know
word count: ~1.8k
a/n: this is for whumptober! please please please proceed with caution and use discretion, protect your peace
also if you are on the whump taglist but are not familiar with a character, you can skip it will not hurt my feelings!
also also, i do want to apologize for getting this up late got distracted while writing it so i finished it later than i had hoped
whumptober 2023 masterlist
summary:
You stood in front of Captain Andersen’s desk, hands shaking as you listened to her tell you about everything that would need to happen before you could return to duty.
Tonguing your split lip, you shook your head. Tears gathered in your eyes as you looked at your trembling, still blood stained, hands as your shield and gun rested in them
How could they let you back to work after everything that happened? Tim was still in the hospital, you got to leave after just a few days. But what you saw, what you and Tim experienced over those two weeks… you couldn’t trust yourself.
“I-I’m sorry Captain… but I can’t,” you said softly, your bruised and busted hands curling around the items in your them.
She tilted her head, “I’m not sure I understand.”
You sat your shield and gun on her desk, “I’m not coming back… I’m sorry… but I quit.”
Zoe nodded, giving you a sympathetic look as you avoided her eyes. “Is there anything I can do to change your mind?” You shook your head before she was even finished. “No, I’m sorry Captain… but I can’t. I’m quitting, I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry.”
Without giving her a chance to reply, you turned on your heel and left.
You sat curled up in the hospital chair, just staring at Tim’s unconscious form laying there in the bed.
There were words stuck in your throat. It was like they were coming up sideways, choking you before coming up in broken fragments on your tongue.
What the hell could you say? Tim was laying in a hospital bed because of you. You had put him there. An apology just wouldn’t make that go away. Make what you did go away.
You sat in the uncomfortable chair, picking scabs and prodding at bruises as your mind replayed everything. Never giving you a chance to rest or forget what you did.
“I’m sorry, Tim… I’m so so sorry,” you sobbed, looking down at your blood covered hands.
“It’s okay, baby,” Tim winced at the way your hands tried to patch him up from the wounds you had put there that day. “You’re doing this to protect yourself and for us to survive. I’m not mad.”
You shook your head, “I should be stronger than this…”
“Thane is a fucking psycho, do not put this blame on yourself,” he grunted as he sat up. “Hey, look at me.” You sniffled and looked up, “I’m hurting you, Tim. I shouldn’t hurt you, under any circumstance… even this. I should have let him–”“Don’t say that, don’t you dare say that.”
“You were ready to take a bullet for me!”
“Because you don’t deserve to die!”“And you do?!”
You panted a little, “I shouldn’t be hurting you… I don’t want to hurt you.” He grabbed your hand, not caring about his own blood slicking up his hand. “I know that, and I can handle it. They’re coming, I know they are. I can hold out until then.”
“But what if I can’t?”
After that conversation it was eerie silence as you both tried to sleep.
It was hard for you to fall asleep. The copper scent of Tim’s blood on your hands made you sick to your stomach . The substance was sticky and drying to your skin. Thane wasn’t allowing you to wash your hands, letting Tim’s blood dry on your hands in layers.
And when you woke up the next day it was your turn.
You were simply a punching bag. Though Thane would call it a ‘boxing match’. If you won, the next day you wouldn’t have to hurt Tim and you both got a decent meal with fresh water.
But you couldn’t win.
You had gotten close the first few times. But Thane was an ex-Navy SEAL so he could take you down like it was nothing. And as time went on, you got weak. You didn’t have the energy to put up a decent fight and even give yourself hope. The only reason you still attempted was to keep Tim safe.
That night you sat on the floor with your head down and an arm clutching your side as your ribs ached.
“I’m sorry,” you said quietly. Tim grunted as he turned to look at you, “Why are you sorry?” You sniffled, “I can’t win…” “You’re not supposed to win. He just likes to give you hope…”
“I can’t keep doing this Timmy… hurting you, I can’t…”
“If you don’t-”
“Yeah, I know. But I’m not going to kill you… I couldn’t live with myself if I did.”
You didn’t give him a chance to respond and just got in your bed and tried to sleep.
The next morning, Thane woke you up with gentle caresses on your face.
“Time to wake up,” he said gently, pulling you up and to your feet. “C’mon we have a big day ahead of us.”
You whimpered as he pulled you over to a table, gun pressed to your lower back. “Pick your first weapon.”
You shake your head, tears spilling over, “No.”
Thane growled and pulled harshly on your hair, making you look up at him. “You pick or I do, I won’t tell you again.” The gun digs into your back, “And you won’t like what I pick.”
You gritted your teeth as he pulled your hair harder, “I’m done playing your game. Shoot me.”
“Y/N, it’s okay…” Tim said, but his words were breathy. “I-I can take it.”
“You hear that? He can take it,” Thane smirked before kissing your forehead. “Pick up the knife.”
“I said, no.”
He growled before slamming your face down on the table.
Tim looked away, jaw clenched as you cried out a little. You don’t blame him, you’d look away too.
This position hadn’t been unfamiliar.
Often after those boxing matches, Thane would use your weak state to release other frustrations.
So you just closed your eyes and braced yourself.
“Oh look at you,” he cooed, his hand rubbing your back. “Mmmm you’ve learned. But right now isn’t about us. It’s about you and Tim. So pick up the knife or I will fuck you as you look your boyfriend in the eyes. Pick. It. Up.”
“Pick up the knife, Y/N…”
“Okay! Okay…”
Thane smirked and pulled you back up to stand. “Good girl.”
Your hand shook as you wrapped your fingers around the blade’s handle. The thought of turning and plunging it into your capture’s stomach flashed in your mind but you knew better. You weren’t fast enough and his trigger finger was quick.
Eyes filling with tears, Thane guided you forward.
“Stab him.”
Your eyes widened and you turned your head to face him. “W-what?”
“You heard me, stab him.”
“That wasn’t-”
“Do it or I'll shoot him in the head.”
You closed your eyes, sobbing as your hands shook violently. “It’s okay Y/N. It’s gonna be okay,” Tim reassured, kissing the top of your head.
But you didn’t believe him.
When it was just cuts or burns, it was easier to believe that he would be okay. But you could see that he was weak. He was shaking from blood loss and he could barely keep his eyes open. His voice was tired and breathy so he desperately tried to put authority in it.
But it wasn’t working.
You shook your head, crying openly as you brought up the knife.
He gritted his teeth and braced himself as you found a spot on his torso and pushed the tip of the blade in.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” you whispered tearfully, pulling the knife back out.
You watch horrified as blood leaks out of the new wound and down his side. You had hurt him, again. It made you feel sick.
Suddenly, Thane’s right in your ear, his eyes on the bare half inch of blood on the blade.
“Oh, come on now. Don’t waste my time,” he growled. He wrapped his arms around you and put his hands on top of yours.
“No, no please,” you begged through your tears, trying to fight him.
But your resistance was used in Thane’s favor as he used your combined force to plunge the knife into Tim’s stomach.
You gasped, feeling the sickening warm feeling of fresh blood coating your hands.
Tim couldn't hold back his shout of agony, gritting his teeth as tears came to his eyes.
Thane leaned in, laughing in your ear as you sobbed, “Look at that, seems like all you needed was just a little guidance.”
You covered your mouth, smearing blood on your face as your eyes stayed unmoving from the knife handle. You could have collapsed to the floor in a sobbing heap if Thane hadn’t had arms around you.
“Ooooh not so fast there Y/N. One’s not going to cut it, sweetheart. Take it out and do it again.”
When you hesitated, Thane took your hands and wrapped them around the handle, “Take it-”
“LAPD DROP YOUR WEAPON AND PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR.”
You sobbed in relief as Thane turned to who you recognized to be John Nolan, Bishop’s rookie.
“Put your weapon down and kick it over to me.”
Thane followed his instructions, smart enough to know that he was cornered.
You held Tim’s face, “It’s gonna be okay baby. They’re here, just like you said they would be.”
Tim had been unconscious when you said that, finally succumbing to the pain.
“Officer Blake?”
You jumped at the call of your name, being pulled from your memories as you looked up to see the three rookies. Jackson was the one to address you.
“You don’t have to call me that anymore Officer West…”
He nodded and swallowed, “Right we’re out of uni-”
“No, I quit… I’m not an officer anymore.”
The rookies’ eyes widened and they shared a look when your eyes moved to Tim.
“But you’re great at your-”
You cut John off, bitterness in your tone, “If I was good at my job he wouldn’t be in this bed…”
You took a breath, finally letting yourself touch him and grabbing Tim’s hand. “I should have been stronger…”
“Thane’s a psychopath, who knows what situation we would be in had you held out longer,” Lucy tried, watching your glass eyes as they looked over Tim. “That doesn’t make you a bad cop…”
“I don’t trust myself… and being a good team requires trust. I can’t go back out onto the street if I do not trust myself, that’s how people get hurt.”
You shook your head, letting it fall between your shoulders. “It took just a little guidance and I plunged a knife into the man I love…”
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muses that will probably be removed due to lack of interest/muse (if you see a muse on this list that you want to stay, lemme know and i’ll set them to probationary status/private)
1) The song that plays in the background when your ship first meets?
Honestly? The theme for Thane from the Mass Effect 2 Soundtrack. Otherwise, I really like Hello My Old Heart by the Oh Hellos as the first song that plays.
12) It’s prom night and your ship are high school sweethearts. What song do they slow dance to that becomes their song for the rest of time?
Saturn by Sleeping at Last. Honestly, that is the song that makes me think of Rooney and Thane, and I could see them slow dancing to it. Otherwise, I would probably choose Will Do by TV On The Radio if that counts as a slow song.
20) Character A is secretly an incredible musician. What song are they playing when Character B strolls in and hides so they can listen, inevitably falling for Character A?
Hmm…I don’t have any headcanons for Rooney or Thane as musicians, but I think it is more likely that Rooney would be a musician. I like the idea of Thane walking in on Rooney as they play the violin. Rooney would play something like this.
Joseph Seed x Blue Murphy
2) The song that plays when they realize they like each other?
Maybe Dream State...by Lucy Dacus, especially the lyrics:
Without you I am surely the last of our kind
Without you I am surely the last of my kind
7) The song that plays when/if they break up?
I would choose The Blackout by Sam Airey. It’s always felt to me like a song about two people, who know their relationship is ending, but wished it worked anyway.
13) Character A is dying in Character B’s arms. How did this happen? What song plays, causing the audience to sob profusely?
The Night We Met by Lord Huron. It’s the song that always encapsulated Blue and Joseph's relationship to me besides When I Watch the World Burn All I Think About is You by Bastille. I can imagine the chorus playing as Joseph holds Blue in his arms:
I had all and then most of you
Some and now none of you
Take me back to the night we met
I don't know what I'm supposed to do
Haunted by the ghost of you
Oh, take me back to the night we met
If Blue is dying, it's because they were trying to protect someone they cared about.
M. E. Sarotte, a leading expert on foreign policy, has won the annual Pushkin House Book Prize of £10,000 for Not One Inch: America, Russia, and The Making of Post-Cold War Stalemate (YALE UNIVERSITY PRESS).
Not One Inch: America, Russia, and the Making of Post-Cold War Stalemate is a revealing account of America’s relations with the new post-Cold War democracies of East and Central Europe, with its older European allies, and, in particular with Russia – a relationship that went so badly awry and sowed the seeds of the tensions that shape today's world.
The judges praised all the shortlisted works and especially highly commended Maria Stepanova, author of In Memory of Memory, a beautifully written reflection on the Soviet experience of individual families, powerfully translated by Sasha Dugdale.
The tenth anniversary year of the Pushkin House Book Prize takes place at a time of seismic shifts that have changed attitudes in and towards Russia. The Prize was created to highlight, reward and encourage public understanding and intelligent writing about history, societal developments and culture within and beyond Russia.
Pushkin House feels that it is our responsibility to support all thinkers and creatives who are able to contribute to our shared understanding of the world in which we have found ourselves after 24 February 2022.
To mark the Prize this year, and recognising the importance of the valuable insights that research and academics offer to study Russia at this pivotal moment in history, the judges exceptionally shortlisted ten books rather than the usual six. The decision reflects on the importance of discussion around all the complexities and contradictions of Russia’s complicated history and culture.
The 2022 shortlisted titles were:
In Memory of Memory by Maria Stepanova, translated by Sasha Dugdale
On the Edge: Life Along the Russia-China Border by Franck Billé and Caroline Humphrey
Navalny: Putin’s Nemesis, Russia’s Future? by Jan Matti Dollbaum, Morvan Lallouet and Ben Noble
Weak Strongman: The Limits of Power in Putin’s Russia by Timothy Frye
Klimat: Russia in the Age of Climate Change by Thane Gustafson
Not One Inch: America, Russia, and the Making of Post-Cold War Stalemate by M. E. Sarotte
Stalin’s Architect: Power and Survival in Moscow by Deyan Sudjic
The Empress and the English Doctor: How Catherine the Great Defied a Deadly Virus by Lucy Ward
Playing with Fire: The Story of Maria Yudina, Pianist in Stalin’s Russia by Elizabeth Wilson
Collapse: The Fall of the Soviet Union by Vladislav Zubok
Ekaterina Schulmann, spokesperson for the 2022 judges, said: "Mary Sarotte's book presents an in-depth documentation and compelling narrative of East-West diplomacy and relationships. The story that she tells is at once historically significant and uncomfortably near. In 2022, it sometimes reads like one of those works that describe the events preceding World War I. Sarotte bravely underlines possible key historical figures and moments when history might have evolved towards another reality. The significance of Sarotte's voice and her careful analysis gives us, readers, an opportunity to at least begin to understand how we got to where we find ourselves now."
Marc Polonsky, managing trustee of The Polonsky Foundation, co-funder of the prize, said: “At this time, a deep understanding and proper analysis of Russia in all its complexity – both its past and present – are more crucial than ever. The Pushkin House Book Prize has again brought to the fore books that shed important light on this. Congratulations to the worthy winner selected from such a competitive field."
Douglas Smith, who with his wife Stephanie Ellis-Smith, helps fund the prize, said: “Mary Sarotte’s Not One Inch is not only the book for our turbulent times, but will be long read by everyone seeking to understand the origins of the post-Cold War world. It's irreplaceable work.”
Andrew Jack, founder of the prize, said “Never in the history of the prize has high quality writing to understand Russia been more important – or better supplied than in this year’s offerings.”
“ back-up isn’t coming. is it? we’re on our own, right? “ / from lucius
"Backup? In this chaos?"
Miranda couldn't believe what she was hearing. Cerberus soldiers were pouring in to the Citadel in droves. Where they were coming from, she hadn't the faintest clue, but it wasn't good. It wasn't good at all. She'd managed to hack together a small comm link and reached out to Thane; she knew he was at Huerta, and he'd been with Major Alenko--now a Council Spectre--at the hospital.
"There is no backup in this situation, Lucius. You may have been pardoned by the Alliance, but I haven't--and every goddamn Cerberus soldier out there would make a fortune if he killed me for the Illusive Man. Not that I'm about to let them." C-Sec wouldn't bother arresting her, at least, and any Alliance soldier would be an idiot if she was busy taking out Cerberus troops. Peering out from behind the table she'd flipped over and dragged the poor man behind, Miranda fired off a couple of shots, hitting a couple of troopers clean in the head.
Frowning at him, she reached out, biotically pulling a pistol from one of the troopers over and handing it to Luci. "You're not a terrible shot, so make yourself useful, would you? I can't handle all of these bastards on my own." He could shoot, and that was what mattered. As long as he was careful and used every bit of cover to his advantage, they'd be fine. "Just don't get yourself hurt. If it's Cerberus, shoot it." If you can't hit the head or the chest, hit something that'll cripple, like the knees or a foot. It'll at least knock them down and I can take them from there."
"Lawson--where are you?" Thane's voice crackled over the comms.
"I'm pinned down in one of the lower levels," she replied, ducking out and firing off a few shots before biotically tossing a few loose tables at a Phantom, pinning her underneath it. "I can see where Cerberus troops are shuttling in and moving up toward the Presidium. I'm going to try and hold them off from here. What about you and Alenko?"
"Spectre Alenko and I got separated; he's headed for the Embassies to catch up with the Council. C-Sec's communications are down; I'm headed to the headquarters to see who's left. Cerberus has control of it." Of course Cerberus went directly for C-Sec. The best she could do was hold out here; if they could stall the Cerberus troops headed toward the Presidium, then perhaps they could help C-Sec retake things.
"If you find Commander Bailey, he may recall me from when I worked with Shepard. Let him know I'm around and doing all I can. The last thing I need is C-Sec trying to shoot me in the back when I'm here to help." Bailey, at least, could be trusted. "Lucius--stay in cover and go through comm channels, see who you can contact, if anyone--C-Sec, the Council, another Spectre, I don't give a damn who it is, as long as they're on our side."
This list is muses that have been cut from the main muse list. But instead of completely removing them from the blog, all of these Muses are Request only.
Playing through Mass Effect: Andromeda again as twins Nehemiah and Lucy (I like doing this) And I do find it so haunting when you arrive on Eos and you find the datapads/voice recordings of the people who were there but failed. :'( of course my deaths are usually related to falling inside vaults lol or forgetting about the electric water. It's my first try doing normal instead of story/easy and so far I'm okay. Must go back to ME series as well but because of the no trophies for ME 2 I find myself irritated and not wanting to play beyond the first game. Even though I do love ME2 and even like ME3 minus the end. Though it did make me wonder and think about romancing Thane because when you die, you're reunited with him. :'(