The story of Hans and Frederick is perhaps one of the most tragic historical love stories of all time. Hans was a nobleman from birth, coming from a long line of aristocratic military men, but even then he wasn’t high enough on the social ranks to be associating with the likes of the royal family. However, this hardly stopped the crown prince, Frederick, from getting to know and befriending him. It is unclear when the two first met, but it is said that when he and the prince attended the same private mathematics and mechanics class, the two became fast friends. Wilhelmine, Frederick’s older sister, frequently admonished her brother for acquainting himself with those who were ‘below them’. This did nothing to change Frederick’s mind about the young lieutenant that had caught his fancy. Together the two boys shared a love for poetry, the flute and the French language. Based on their letters to one another, it can be inferred that they both spoke in French between them. As the years went on, Hans became the prince’s close confidant as well as his protector. In fact, the lieutenant was known to have stood guard while the prince practiced playing his instrument so that he wouldn’t get punished for it if someone were to find out and tell the King. The closeness of the pair didn’t escape the attention of the Prussian court and for a while it was wildly speculated that they were in fact, lovers. Some even said that they “behaved like a master and a mistress” when they were together. In 1730, Frederick trusted Hans enough to tell him about his plan to run to Britain to escape his father’s abuse. Hans, although he understood his beloved’s reasons, did not support the idea of the crown prince abandoning his country and did all that he could to convince Frederick that there was another way. During this time, Hans was the only person Frederick trusted to deliver correspondence between him and his sister so Hans frequently visited the princess. Wilhelmine, who wasn’t at all fond of Hans, accused him of poisoning her brother’s mind with ideas of escaping, to which Hans replied: “As long as I am with that beloved prince, I shall prevent his executing his designs,”. When the princess heard this, she told the lieutenant that he was putting his life on the line even if he opposed to her brother’s plans. Hans simply answered: “If I lose my head, it will be in a good cause. But the prince will not forsake me,”. In the end, Hans supported Frederick’s decision to leave. Together the two of them, along with their dear friend Keith, plotted to leave at separate times and meet up at the town of Leipzic so they could go over to England. The night the prince was scheduled to leave, he wrote to his beloved: “I am off, my dear Katte. My precautions are well taken, so I have nothing to fear. I shall go through Leipzic, where I shall pass myself for the marquis d'Ambreville. I have already sent word to Keith, who is to go straight to England. Lose no time, for I expect to meet you at Leipzic. Adeiu! Be of good cheer,” Unfortunately, Hans was held up at a town and was caught before he could make his escape. Frederick had a good head start, but he too was captured and the both of them were thrown into prison, accused of treason. Both of them were interrogated roughly and subjected to prisoner-like living conditions for months. Although Hans confessed to being an accomplice of Frederick, he defended his beloved’s decision and never once mentioned that Wilhelmine was a part of their plans. Frederick was said to have given the guards nothing but haughty, harsh and insulting answers, refusing to subject himself to his father’s will. When he did say his side of the story, his alibi lined up perfectly with Katte’s. Frederick William, the prince’s father, was so outraged that he wanted to put his son to death. However, the Holy Roman Emperor opposed to this idea since Frederick is the crown prince and the heir to the Prussian crown. He turned all of his anger towards the unfortunate Hans, who was only initially sentenced with life imprisonment. His executioner refused the command twice and even apologized to Hans when he was sent to escort him to the execution site. The young lieutenant smiled and replied: “I die for a prince whom I love, and I have the consolation to give him, by my death, the strongest proof of attachment that can be required. I do not regret the world,”. Frederick in the meantime was brought to an apartment with a view of the execution stand. He thought that he was going to be executed, but the knowledge that Katte was safe gave him a little comfort. In the morning, the prince was awakened and was forced to look out the window where his love was standing at the scaffold. Frederick attempted to to throw himself out the window, but was held back by the guards. “Delay the execution!” the prince screamed, “I am ready to renounce my right to the crown if his majesty will pardon Katte!” then turning to Hans, Frederick switched to speaking French and said: “Please forgive me, my dear Katte, in God’s name, forgive me!” Hans had nothing but a smile when he called back, “If I had a thousand lives, I would sacrifice them all for you. There is nothing to forgive, I die for you with joy in my heart!” Before the axe hit Hans’ neck, Frederick had already fainted away. After he awoke, the prince became so ill that his life was in danger for three consecutive days. He was ravaged by hallucinations and nightmares and even refused to take any medicine. Frederick calmed down, however, when he was told that his mother and sister would die if he did. Days later, when the prince was in a better state of health, guards came by to ask him to write a letter resigning himself to his father’s will. At first, the prince refused but, feeling like he had nothing to fight for, he eventually stopped fighting and gave in. Wilhelmine mentioned in her memoir that for weeks, her brother insisted on wearing the brown coat that he was given as a prisoner until it was battered and torn, because it was similar to the one Katte wore when he was killed. Frederick remained in a state of depression for quite some time until he shook himself out of it and never spoke of Hans ever again. Through his life, he never fell romantically for any other man or woman nor did he participate in any kind of sexual activity. (All quotes were taken from Wilhelmine’s memoirs)
Jack Falahee as Hans von Katte Toby Regbo as Frederick the Great
sometimes I feel like I’ve lived a hundred lives and not a single one of them is really mine.. sometimes I feel like I am watching myself from the outisde and all my most beloved memories are just dreams
I am tired, hungry and angry but my beloved OTP is and always will be canon.
And the best thing is that the writters also made the dimensional travels canon so Yami and Yugi still can meet each other throw space and time dimensions, all those dimensional fanfics and dojinshis are now canon.
Friday mornings were normally spent planning out what to do in the weekends but certainly not staying in bed with a fever.
Sirius sat up and sneezed for the fourth time, insisting James that he will go to class with them.
“Padfoot, you’re going to infect us! And possibly even the professors!” James said, forcing him to lie down on the mattress.
“But that’s the point, Prongs. I need to infect them so we–ACHOO! –won’t have classes anymore!” Sirius replied, wiping his nose with a tissue.
“We’re just concerned, Padfoot.” Remus said.
“What if I die? What if this is not an ordinary fever? What if it kills me? You cannot let rock n’ roll die!”
James simply nodded, assuming that rock n’ roll was some kind of muggle game Sirius learned how to play. Sirius was quite stubborn when it comes to his health and would do anything for his friends to stop worrying about him, going as far as pretending he was alright and convincing them with the most impressive puppy eyes.
Which was what he was trying to do at that very moment.
It took James a lot of will power to resist until Remus intervened and sat on his bed.
“Look, Sirius.” He said, “We’re concerned for your health. You’ve been unwell since yesterday and we don’t want you to feel worse if you force yourself to attend classes.”
“I promise I’ll take down notes for you! I’ll even bring you food!” Peter said.
“And if you’re still not better by this afternoon, we’ll bring you to the hospital wing while James schedules your funeral.”
Remus patted Sirius’s shoulder, making him roll his eyes. “Haha, Moony. Just make sure they play Bring Me To Life in my funeral — ACHOO!”
“Will do. Just rest here and don’t do anything stupid.”
“Have some rest, Padfoot.” Peter said before waving goodbye and leaving the room while Remus followed.
“Will you be alright here?” James asked.
Sirius nodded, blew his nose, and tucked himself under the blankets. He was still feeling grumpy that he doesn’t get to spend time with his friends but most especially his long time crush, (Y/n). He wished he was in the Great Hall with her, sharing a cool joke while she laughs joyously but instead, he was in bed with a cough, a cold, and a headache.
He turned to his side as James left, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in and soon after, he was already snoring.
Meanwhile, (Y/n) has been pestering a Hufflepuff student to lead her to the kitchens after finding out about Sirius’s fever from Peter Pettigrew. She was convinced that nothing else can make Sirius feel better except her. She was remarkable with healing spells and potions and even Madam Pomfrey was impressed with her abilities.
Cassey Blitz, a Hufflepuff student, tried to walk faster in hopes of throwing off (Y/n) but she was quicker.
“Come on, Blitz. I’m not gonna steal anything. Again.” She mumbled the last part, “It’s for Sirius and I want to bring him something to eat.”
“I understand but I can’t keep sneaking you to the kitchen. If Professor McGonagall catches us–”
“Which she won’t.”
“–I’m not gonna cover for you.”
“Cassey, why are we in front of the fruit bowl painting?”
The girl looked around and saw the painting which led to the kitchens. “Damn it. Fine, take only what you need. No more (f/f) for you.”
“Thank you so much!”
She tickled the pear and the painting swung open, showing a neat kitchen with a delicious smell lingering in the air. (Y/n) walked in and began to prepare some food for her friend. After she was finished (a tray full of nutritious food), she exited quietly and snuck back to the Gryffindor common room. It was completely empty and no sound came from anything.
Sirius was watching the Marauder’s map when he heard her footsteps coming from the stairs.
“Mischief managed.” He shoved the parchment under his pillow and put away his wand.
“Sirius? May I come in?”
“Yeah, just a second.” He said, pretending to seem as though he just woke up.
The door opened quietly and (Y/n) entered, followed by a floating tray of food.
“(Y/n), I’m dying. Come closer, please.” He croaked, holding both of her hands as she tried to stifle a laugh.
“Oh, Sirius! How could you break my heart? How am I supposed to live by myself without my beloved one?”
“You have to be strong– stop laughing –and be brave.” He said.
(Y/n) laughed and sat down by his side, pressing the back of her hand on his forehead. Sirius felt his cheeks warm up at the contact and his heart jolt.
“How are you feeling?”
“Been better. But I’m terribly hungry.”
“I got you food from the kitchen and I whipped up a quick medicine for you too.”
“Thank you so much, (Y/n). But blimey, don’t you have a class?”
“I had to skip Herbology but it doesn’t matter now. You should eat something.” She set the tray on his bed as he sat up.
“My girl, sneaking out and skipping classes.” He teased before taking a spoonful.
(Y/n) smiled and kept him company. She soaked a towel with warm water and wiped his face after he was done eating and although he complained, she took care of him and even helped him dress which took longer than it should. She couldn’t help but admire how well built he was even though he was sick. Sirius, of course, noticed this and even made it more difficult for her by telling her his muscles ached.
“That’s what you get when you don’t take care of yourself.” She said, wiping his back with the towel.
“You talk like Madam Pomfrey.”
“Now I know why she’s getting older each day.” She rolled her eyes and chuckled before giving him a shirt from his trunk.
“Stay with me.” He said very softly, almost like a whisper. He lied back down and patted the spot by his side.
“No, Sirius. I have to get back now.” She replied, brushing his hair and placing her hand on his cheek. “Take care, alright? Get plenty of rest.”
She stood up to leave and was about to open the door when she heard him give a tiny sneeze. Poor Sirius. He’s been alone all morning and his friends won’t be back until after dinner. (Y/n)’s conscience spoke in a whisper. She bit her lip and tried to block it out but Sirius sneezed again. She groaned and rolled her eyes once more, turning around and removing her shoes.
“What are you doing?” Sirius asked.
“Staying with you.” She said, “And I’m not leaving until your friends are back even if that takes years.”
Sirius smirked to himself successfully and pulled her down to lie by his side, tucking her with him under the blanket.
“I’m warning you though, you will get sick.”
“But you’ll take care of me too, won’t you?”
“For you, darling, anything.” He smiled and kissed her forehead before falling a sleep by her side. She watched him rest and returned the kiss to his lips which brought a smile on his face as he dreamt of her.
The Tsar was in his train on March 15, waiting to get back to his capital. Revolutionaries had halted it on his way back to military headquarters at Mogilev, which forced him to take a longer way home through Pskov. That morning, however, he received a telegram from Mogilev. It was from the army’s Commander-in-Chief, General Alexeyev.
Alexeyev had gotten in touch with the Russian army’s generals and urged them to join him in asking the Tsar to abdicate. None of them dissented. General Brusilov was emphatic that abdication was the only way to save the monarchy and keep Russia in the war, and even the staunchly monarchist General Sakharov in Romania agreed. They knew their soldiers would cease fighting otherwise. The Tsar’s cousin Grand Duke Nicholas, the former Commander-in-Chief, wrote the same thing. At half past two in the afternoon, Alexeyev telegraphed what they had said to Pskov.
General Russky at Pskov went to see the Tsar armed with the telegrams. The Tsar looked over the messages for over a few moments; his cousin’s signature made the most impact. Without any discussion, he telegraphed back to Alexeyev: “In the name of the welfare, tranquility and salvation of my warmly beloved Russia I am ready to abdicate from the throne in favour of my son. I request all to serve him faithfully.”
So ended the Romanov dynasty’s 300-year rule over Russia. The first Romanov, Tsar Michael, had come to the throne in 1613. In Petrograd, the Duma moved into the Tauride Palace and officially formed the Provisional Government, but the Petrograd Soviet remained in session outside in a blatant challenge. The Tsar had given up his power lightly. Few of the revolutionaries would do the same.
Magnus in Episode 4:
(as Taako is dying) I am going to rush to the side of my beloved Taako. and I say "now this may be a little cheesy but I can't let you go" and I pour my potion of healing betwixt his lips.
Magnus in Episode 57:
(as Taako is dying) I check through my belongings to make sure Steven the goldfish is okay. also in my possessions are healing potions that I bought and never used. I give Taako a fucking healing potion.
Sansa felt that she should say something. What was it that Septa Mordane used to tell her? A lady’s armor is courtesy, that was it. She donned her armor and said, “I’m sorry my lady mother took you captive, my lord.” … Sansa was left with the dwarf and his monsters. She tried to think of what else she might say. “You hurt your arm,” she managed at last. “One of your northmen hit me with a morningstar during the battle on the Green Fork. I escaped him by falling off my horse.” His grin turned into something softer as he studied her face. “Is it grief for your lord father that makes you so sad?” “My father was a traitor,” Sansa said at once. “And my brother and lady mother are traitors as well.” That reflex she had learned quickly. “I am loyal to my beloved Joffrey.” “No doubt. As loyal as a deer surrounded by wolves.” “Lions,” she whispered, without thinking. (38-39)
It’s very important to recognize that Sansa’s battles of suppressing her instincts and putting on a submissive persona is just as difficult as the battles with swords and spears. Several characters have to submerge their identity in order to survive, and Sansa’s charcter shows how difficult it is. She is always letting words escape, but learning how to back track and cover her mistakes. She has learned to identify her family as traitors, until it becomes instinct, but still lets the comment about lions slips. It is a constant battle for Sansa.
Meeting In Secret // Kol Mikaelson // requested .part two
Request - kol mikaelson imagine where the reader is damon and stefans sister and they sneak out to see each other and one day elena catches them and tells damon nd they all turn against her and then when Jeremy kills him she tries to kill him and maybeyou can use a lot of gifs too ???? sorry if its so long lol
Requests Are Open. xx
The past month with the Mikaelsons have been a dream. You wouldn’t expect it, considering they’re the Original vampires but it has. Living with people other than my brothers felt so freeing. My whole life I bounced from Stefan to Damon. Now I’m finally out.