#felix mittermeyer

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[request box] mittermeyer family, at the beach

[captainhitokiri]

[ougonnotaiyou]

So cute! 🥰

[cypressure]

martyrdom

[gineirondo]

Parent and Child Looking Up at the Beautiful Sky

[murasaki-gyps]

I like to think about two scenarios in which Oskar von Reuenthal survives.

The first one is a timeline in which he somehow manages to become part of Wolfgang and Evangelin's menage. He doesn't deserve of them; he doesn't deserve any woman, nor Eva's affection but I love this goblin and in this occurrence he tries hard enough to earn a place in their family and bring Felix and Heinrich Lambert with him.

And this is the timeline where he survives because he strives to become a better person for the sake of Wolfgang and the whole Mittermeyer family.

Then there's another timeline, the one in which he has the longest, most toxic ever seen on-and-off affair with Paul von Oberstein. The horrible things they do to each other are countless and yet Oskar decides he has to live, only to become the bane of the existence of the man he one-sidedly declared his "archenemy".

And this is the timeline where he survives out of spite, because he consciously becomes the worst version of himself, in order to make the life of the man he loves-and-hates a literal hell. I think they're both beautiful timelines.

[blueiight]

ig where i diverge on icebergs most isnt even like their takes on individual dynamics cuz i think theyre onto a lot of things & were incredibly groundbreaking eng speaking wise but i think lotgh moreso offers an implicit commentary on homosociality & queerness that is v… nascent & id argue, inextricable from the military apparatus. the way reinhard’s underlings fawn over him, reinhard’s obsession w/ subordinating yang, reuenthal saying i chose you to uphold history’s glowing banner. indomitableness is your defining merit or some shit like dat. schonkopf wanting yang to exert his military might to ‘set history acourse’, but yang wenli is also in commentary with this as he refuses to do so. ‘shall i name bachelors that made history?’ to me, bewcock’s speech on being a good friend and not a servant , and bewcock saying yang also sees things in this way.. is rly the central idea here. u can have ur empire but it will fall some day. reinhard hearing that immediately thinking back to kircheis. more than a friend, more than a brother, but never a servant ..tho he served as a sort of emotional tether to reinhard, performed an implicit somewhat. not to say it but he was very much. dead wifed in this in universe narrative a legend is crafted around him being the panacea to emotional, political, and all the other conflitcts that be… him and reinhard also shared that dream of conquest. and then…? is the question that hangs over their heads even at the age of 15. he died before he could actualize his first real opposition to reinhard, w/e that wouldve even looked like. ig there is an implicit commentary on heteronormativity considering julian is yang’s heir and is not his ‘blood’ son, alec would be raised by hilde & annerose, and felix is reuenthal’s son (+ the teenage heinrich) being raised by the mittermeyers, so these are all nontraditional arrangements. but ive overthought this 80s space show enough mane im tipsy

[legendofthedumbass]

Am I watching Buddy Daddies while daydreaming the same scenarios but with Oskar, Wolf and Felix?

Yes.

The answer is yes.

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Prosit🥂

[rinastray]

Title: Geburtstag

Fandom: Legend of the Galactic Heroes

Chapter: One - August 30th

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“I thought I told you to go home,” Hildegarde chided as Wolfgang set a stack of paper work on her desk.

“And I thought you said the paperwork for the academy reforms needed to be finished in a timely manner?”

“They do, but it can wait for one afternoon, Wolfgang. Go home and have lunch with your family.” She waved her hand at Wolfgang in a shooing manner and pulled the forms towards her as he saluted. “I will see you in the morning.”

-=-=-=-

The sound of bare feet pattering against the floor was Wolfgang’s only warning before a small force barreled into his legs with a happy giggle of, “Papa home!” He bent down and scooped his son up, balancing the boy on his hip and pushing the door closed.

“Have you been good for your Mama?” Felix nodded vigorously.

“Help Mama wif cake,” he said proudly, then pressed a finger to his lips and made a shushing sound. “Is secret.”

“Ohhh, a secret cake?” Wolfgang teased. “Who’s this secret cake for?”

“It’s for a special person,” Eva said from the doorway into the kitchen. She kissed her husband and tugged Felix from his arms, setting the boy back on the floor. “Can you go get what you made for your Papa?”

“Kay Mama.” He ran off, skittering around the corner as Eva shook her head at his energy.

“So, cake?”

“It’s not quite done yet. I wasn’t expecting you back so soon,” Eva said. “I would have thought you’d argue with the Kaiserin and talk yourself into staying longer.”

Wolfgang pouted. “I’m not that bad!”

“Last year and the year before that you tried working the whole day,” Eva countered. “Kaiserin Hildegarde had you escorted home last time.”

“Sorry…”

“You leave early for us,” she continued, “so why can’t you leave early for yourself?”

Wolfgang found himself unable to answer that, but was saved when Felix came rushing back with something clutched in his hand. He proudly presented it to his father. “Made card wif Mama.”

It was a simple piece of paper folded in half with what seemed to read ‘Happy Birthday’ in a childish hand. Inside was a scribbled picture of four figures. Felix tugged Wolfgang down and ducked under his arm to point them out.

“Is Papa-” A black and yellow form “-Mama-” Blue and yellow “-me-” A tiny splotch of blue and brown “-an’ ofer Papa!” And a larger mess of black and brown. Big blue eyes looked up. “Papa like?”

Blinking away tears Wolfgang gave him a smile. “Papa likes a lot.” He pressed a kiss against Felix’s brow. “Thank you.”

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[request box] mittermeyer family + dog

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Hinamatsuri with the Family

[podficsgalore]

And now each night I count the stars: Chapter 19

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5  Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10  Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15  Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18,

NOTE! RATED!

Pictures by Jonathan Meyer, Felix Mittermeyer, Pixabay, furknsaglam, Josh Willink from Pexels.

No copyright infringement meant, purely nonprofit, only for fun, shits, and giggles.

Recorded with the permission of the fanfiction author.

[beingevil]

stardust, Doctor Who AU, Time Lord Yang and Companion Reuenthal

title: stardust

summary: Doctor Who AU, Time Lord Yang and Companion Reuenthal. 

Reuenthal can’t go home again. Not really.

Bilingual Bonus summary: You can’t step in the same 银河 twice. 

background: Like this story, this is the sequel/postcanon fic/continuation my fevered mind imagines to Linc’s and at the end of time.

pairing: Reuenthal/Yang

Warnings: AU. 

Rating: Let’s just call it a R for Really?! Another AU? 

Characters: Reuenthal and the Mittermeyers, really. 

wordcount: 1,484 

author’s notes: For @fortress-of-iserlohn​ / Linc. 

“Are you all right?”

It’s the third time tonight Mittermeyer has openly asked the question, and that doesn’t include the countless worried looks he and Eva have shot Reuenthal over the course of dinner, or the well-meaning, concerned questions about whether he’s been sleeping and eating.

Reuenthal sighs, which makes Felix stir in his sleep. Everyone, Reuenthal included, freezes momentarily.

But Felix only buries his face further into Reuenthal’s shoulder and continues sleeping.

“That,” says Mittermeyer, gesturing at his sleeping son and then to Reuenthal, “Would never have happened before you disappeared.”

Unspoken is the almost-accusation why won’t you tell us what happened to you?

Reuenthal does not think there is any way he can tell Mittermeyer, without causing him even greater concern, that Felix’s steady breathing, the solid reality of the boy on his shoulder centers him, somehow.

So strange that the weight of a human life should feel so slight.  

It grows late and Reuenthal makes his excuses to leave. Mittermeyer and Eva take turns to persuade him to stay, then repeatedly invite him back for dinner when he won’t be dissuaded.

Getting Felix out of his arms and into Mittermeyer’s calls for some tricky manoeuvring, but they manage it, despite a close call where Felix, still blissfully asleep, manages to snatch a handful of Reuenthal’s shirt.

Eva hugs him as they show him to the door, rising up on her toes to put her arms around his neck. Something in her eyes makes him think she might understand, as she smiles so very softly at him and touches his hand.

Mittermeyer rests his hand on Reuenthal’s shoulder. Their faces then are so alike in their shared concern. It’s touching, even though he knows there’s no cure for what he has.

How could he even begin to describe the Hyperion, how could he even start to tell them about Yang?

He spends yet another night on the rooftop, gazing up at the endless stars, long-abandoned wineglass at his feet.

There is no earthly intoxication equal to Yang.

He was a fool to think that leaving Yang would be the end of it.

Even as he was kissing Yang goodbye in the rain, he had already known in his bones that would be no leaving Yang Wen Li.

He had to try, anyway.

Yang had put him back in his life mere weeks after whisking him out of it. He knows he’s been very fortunate – Yang could have easily chosen to put him years or decades or even centuries out of time, but he hasn’t.

Reuenthal goes back to his life. Or tries to, at least.

It’s only been a few weeks since he stepped into the Hyperion and away from this world, but in his absence, Mittermeyer has managed to alert every police department in every country Reuenthal could conceivably have been in, every hospital he could have possibly expected to end up in, and every financial institution who’s ever had the most tenuous of relationships with him. It’s also how he ends up living with the Mittermeyers for the first few weeks after his return, with Mittermeyer alternating between yelling at him and watching him like a hawk.

Eva was much calmer, although visibly displeased with him for making them both worry.

Felix, of course, doesn’t care, greeting him with the same delighted smile, tiny hands reaching out to him. Reuenthal isn’t above using Felix as a shield from the Mittermeyers’ questions – only an idiot would miss the way they both go soft when they see him with Felix in his arms.

In the midst of appointments with lawyers, police officers, and an endless stream of relationship managers, Reuenthal can’t help but think proving that he is indeed alive is so much harder than simply disappearing off the face of the earth.

In retrospect, he really should have put more thought into making arrangements before leaving with Yang.

It’s a slow and painful return to his old life when the echoes of Yang are everywhere.

Yang’s absence is like a crack in the wall, a rip in space time. A void in the centre of his universe that won’t go away, no matter who or what he tries to fill it with.

Some days he watches the city lights from his window and thinks of galaxies light years away. On others he makes himself tea and remembers everything that he walked away from, but can’t seem to leave behind.

Often, he finds himself back on the rooftop, losing himself in the slow dance of the endless stars.

The Mittermeyers call, visit, and ask him over often. On some level he thinks they know that they are one of his few links to this world. Sometimes he forgets where he is and he’s back in another place, another time; sometimes it almost feels as if Yang is just in the next room, around the corner, waiting for him to turn around. It takes Felix opportunistically grabbing a fistful of his hair, Eva’s gentle hand on his shoulder, Mittermeyer’s voice to rouse him out of the dark place that’s all too easy to slip into.

The days pass and Reuenthal slowly begins to realise there is no forgetting Yang.

Yang comes to mind in the strangest of moments.

Running through the Mittermeyers’ garden after Felix, who is surprisingly fast for a child who has only recently learned how to walk, puts him in mind of racing through the starfields with Yang. Brushing past the tall sunflowers that are Eva’s pride and joy makes him think of everything else in the universe searching for its lost sun.

He already knows there is no sun in all the galaxies that can compare to Yang’s smile.

He hasn’t brought anyone home since his return. He knows what it is to kiss Yang on the edge of wild space, and now no other kiss in the world can compare. Sometimes he suspects that whatever wildness, whatever magic is out there in space and time, has made a home in his blood and bones, sunk its fingers deep within him and will never let him go. 

He gets better, or so he thinks. He returns to work after an extended leave of absence. His colleagues don’t treat him like glass the way the Mittermeyers do, which helps. They are just as curious, but they leave well enough alone when he asks for space.

Eva and Mittermeyer both take turns to conveniently be in the area for lunch, or be around his office when work ends for the day. Sometimes Felix is with them too, and it causes no end of speculation at work.

The end of the year approaches, marking nearly half a year since he last saw Yang. Work winds down and his colleagues slowly start disappearing off to various far-flung locales. Mittermeyer and Eva try to persuade him to come with them on their Christmas trip back home. He eventually manages to put them off it after weeks of hard work, including promising that he’ll see them after the new year.

He makes arrangements for a trip to somewhere he’s never been with Yang.

Mittermeyer calls every day. Eva sends photographs and videos of Felix and tells him that he is missed.

It’s… sweet, how hard they are fighting to keep him here.

New Year’s Eve finds him walking down a barren headland, wind whipping his hair, as star trails unfold above his head.

It is so very quiet, and it is almost as if he is the only one left in the universe.

And then, suddenly, he is not.

He knows this as well as he knows his own mind, the rip in space-time, the universe bending just that little bit to let Yang in.

There’s his Magician, looking almost exactly the same as the day Reuenthal last saw him, if a little worn around the edges, nervous smile playing around the edges of his mouth, as if unsure of his welcome.

“I tried to stay away from your homeworld as long as I could…” Yang’s voice trails off. If he says anything further, the wind snatches his words away.

Reuenthal can’t seem to stop looking at him, drinking up the sight of that beloved face. He realises distantly that a part of him genuinely thought he would never see Yang again.

“But what, Yang?”

Yang’s smile wobbles for a moment, then slides off his face.

“I missed you,” he says, quietly.

Reuenthal can’t help himself, then, as he closes the distance between them, tipping up Yang’s chin to claim his mouth and pour all the longing and regret, and yes, love, into a kiss.

Yang’s arms settle around his shoulders then, pulling him close. It feels once again as if all the shards of his universe have come together at last.

Together, they watch the year turn as the silent stars go by.