Alexandra Feodorovna, Queen Louise of Denmark, Victoria
Battenberg, King Frederik, Tsar Nicholas II, Olga Nikolaevna, Alexei
Nikolaevich, Maria Nikolaevna, Anastasia Nikolaevna, Princess Thyra of Denmark
and Princess Dagmar of Denmark infront of the Lower Dacha in Peterhof, 1909
Standing from left to right, King Edward VIII (1894–1972), Duke of Windsor, then Prince Edward; Queen Alexandra (1844–1925); Mary, Princess Royal (1897–1965), behind; Princess Victoria (1868–1935). Seated from left to right, Queen Mary (1867 - 1953) then Princess of Wales, Tsar Nicholas II of Russia (1868–1918); King Edward VII (1841–1910); Tsarina Alexandra of Russia (1872–1918); King George V (1865–1936), then Prince of Wales. The four girls are the Russian Grand Duchesses. 1st August 1908.
Tsar Nicholas II, Alexei, Tatiana, Princess Dagmar of
Denmark, Princess Thyra of Denmark, Olga, Dimitri Pavlovich, Queen Louise of
Denmark, King Frederik of Denmark, Anastasia & Maria in Peterhof, 1909
Summary: AU!Bucky Barnes. The Winter Soldier is a member of the Vesna, a splinter rebel group in the country where your family rules. The main rebel forces take drastic measures, and the Vesna task the Winter Soldier with protecting you from the rebellion.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Death, trauma
Word Count: 1,150
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A thick layer of snow blanketed the palace grounds, growing deeper as the night progressed. As with every snow, there was an exceptional silence that seemed to settle over the city.
Somehow, in the muted hours before dawn, a group clad in black managed to take the palace guards by surprise. One by one, the armed defenders surrounding the palace walls fell, and the dark strangers gained entrance to the palace grounds. As they approached, several of the figures lit molotov cocktails and sent them sailing through the lower windows of the palace as their comrades took out the guards stationed around the building itself.
The country had been ruled by the royal family for far too long. Its citizens would no longer tolerate their lives at the mercy of a monarchy known for their tempers. The country had been embroiled in a war with the country to their south for so long that many citizens could not remember the time before it started.
tater always considered himself a dog person. dogs are loud, energetic, sweet, goofy… tater sort of identified with them, even if he hasn’t had one since playing in the nhl
then he meets kit
it’s a wary meeting at first, what with alexei pretty sure he doesn’t like cats and kit not liking much of anyone besides kent. tater’s not really sure what to do with this small, white floof he’s secretly afraid he’ll crush, but he has to admit that - objectively speaking - she’s kind of… cute
when the falconers’ cup dreams go up in a puff of smoke but the aces are still going strong, tater agrees to look after the cat for the duration (he gets some… favors… he’s been asking for in return). the first night is a tenuous peace, with tater watching kent’s game on tv and kit perched on what must be the most ludicrously expensive cat tree alexei’s ever seen, watching him cautiously but unafraid. it’s a start
most days, he’s up before dawn; he has to be to get his run in and miss the oppressive, shimmering heat of the desert. kit is usually up but just barely, not long enough for her to be looking for food. she’s usually resting on the back of the couch, chin on her paws. her eyes track tater as he opens a can of wet food for her and her ears twitch just a bit, but she doesn’t make a move toward the food until tater’s gone. at least he assumes as much, since the bowl is always empty when he returns from his jog, the first rays of light peaking over the mountains
it’s not until the third week of playoffs, when the aces are this close to knocking out the kings, that tater decides to sleep in for once. something tugs him out of unconsciousness to find the morning sun spilling across kent’s white comforter. it takes him a moment to place himself in context and a moment longer to realize it’s kit’s plaintive cries, coming from the floor next to the bed, that have awoken him
he peers over the edge of the bed and her clear green eyes swivel up to his. she lets out one more cry that, fuck him, tugs on his heartstrings, before chirping and padding across the hardwood toward the door. he just stares after her and within a few seconds, the little pats of her paws stop. she looks over at him, still laying there, and comes back over, holding eye contact and prancing impatiently in a few lopsided circles before coming closer
alexei slowly extends a hand out from under the covers, palm up. she sniffs it daintily, watching him, before she bumps her head against his knuckles and he can’t help but smile. she meows again, quiet and conversational, before walking off toward the door again
ROYAL GODPARENTS+ Tsarevich Alexei Nikolaevich of Russia
“The baby wept loudly, as might any ordinary baby, when old Father Yanishev dipped him in the font. His four small sisters, in short Court dresses, gazed open-eyed at the ceremony, Olga Nikolaevna, then nine years old, being in the important position of one of the godmothers.” – Baroness Sophie Buxhoeveden
Her Imperial Majesty The Dowager Empress Maria Feodorovna of Russia
His Majesty King Christian IX of Denmark
Her Imperial Highness Grand Duchess Olga Nikolaevna of Russia
His Imperial Majesty Kaiser Wilhelm II of Germany, King of Prussia
His Imperial Majesty King Edward VII of the United Kingdom, Emperor of India
Her Royal Highness Princess Victoria of the United Kingdom
His Royal Highness Grand Duke Ernst Ludwig of Hesse and by the Rhine
Her Imperial Highness Grand Duchess Alexandra Iosifovna of Russia
His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Michael Nikolaevich of Russia
His Imperial Highness Grand Duke Alexei Alexandrovich of Russia
+ because Russia was at war with Japan in 1904, all the soldiers and officers were named honorary godfathers of the Tsarevich.