No but something I love is how fucking loyal Miklan really is (in Hopes specifically since we don't have enough information in Houses).
At the camp, he takes his job seriously. Very seriously. He doesn't act begrudging or like he's just doing anything by force. As the chapters go on he not only goes from relatively aloof to a full fledged commander (which is great development in that span of chapters btw considering how fast the story has to progress) and one who fights for Faerghus because he wants to (why would he reassure the player that he's going to, literally, hold down the fort? Why doesn't he flee when his life is in immediate danger despite that Dimtiri prefers his allies to flee and save their lives over sacrificing themselves? Why does he like helping citizens who had their lands destroyed by the war, despite being a bandit who used to plunge towns just like those?).
At any time when the Empire was attacking, he could've surrendered and even joined their side because of not liking Faerghus and its people... if he didn't like Faerghus and its people. Also, someone brought this up to me once that Miklan likely has family in the Empire still, because his mother was from the Empire. He had a perfectly good out that wouldn't even necessarily be considered treason to Faerghus, i.e. surrendering and going to the Empire to protect that side of his family.
He doesn't. He dies for Faerghus. It was both a matter of honor due to the fact that he was finally living the life he always should've been and wanted to be respected for that, and also his loyalty that followed in the past's wrongs being righted. No matter what you think of Miklan post disinheritance, he was the heir who was removed because he didn't have a Crest. All over just that, despite that Sylvain having a Crest never meant they didn't still have someone capable of fighting off Sreng invasions.
They had someone able to wield the Lance of Ruin, so why did it matter if he was officially the heir? Miklan felt like his life was stolen from him (and I'm not saying what he did to Sylvain was okay either). Dimitri gave him all of that back and he started to become loyal to Faerghus and its king because Dimitri was giving the chance even the man's own father never gave him from the moment Sylvain was determined to have a Crest.
What happened in his life before Dimitri had him brought to him as soon as he became king is, in a way, almost like it never happened as far as Miklan's behavior. It was obviously there at first, but over time it's like it never happened. That is, if someone met him and didn't know about his past, by chapter 9 they'd never even know he'd had that history. He was the person he would've been years ago if he hadn't been disinherited, which led to the mess that led to him being disowned (and he says he just "left", but Matthias doesn't mince facts. At all. If that had been the case he wouldn't just say he disowned him. He would admit Miklan ran away. That means Miklan claims he left as a means of coping and trying to convince other people that it was his choice and not forced on him).
Miklan became a lot more loyal than he's ever given credit for, both in the game and in the fandom. Gwendal did recognize it, but that's about all we're given.
Gwendal corrected himself when Miklan died, referring to him instead as Sir Miklan instead of the insults he was spewing during their fight which were very clearly pissing Miklan off; but Miklan kept fighting and defending the fort, not just because he wanted to prove Gwendal wrong but because he was here because he was pulled out of his life as a bandit. The people he was defending the fort for were the people who effectively gave him his life back.
Basically, he would've been there in that fort defending it anyway if he had lived the life he should have to begin with. If his value was acknowledged all along, he would've been defending the most important fort in Faerghus all along (if this exact scenario occurred and everything was the same except him being disowned in the first place). He would be there being the commander and fighter he was supposed to be.
Mind you, it was the king himself who gave him that chance, meaning the person who reigns over Faerghus and has the most power to change whatever the hell he wants - including how people with Crests and without are treated. Miklan was part of a fight to better their society and be part of the new generation taking over. Nobody could truly change things unless the king - the top power - had the thought to change them (not saying Lambert thought the political climate was good the way it was, but he clearly had other priorities and it didn't seem to be something weighing on his mind. He may not have even truly noticed the problems and power discrepancies because he was so focused on other things).
However, the moment the king thought to change all that old stuff, Miklan was one of the first people who came to mind, and one of the first people he took action regarding, to integrate into his new army (and he even mentioned completely rearranging his army and whatnot, and then we find out he had Miklan located basically right after becoming king. We had a two year timeskip and Miklan had been there for those two years because of how soon after Dimitri was crowned that he had decided to bring Miklan back and give him another chance).
If the king sought to change things and was taking active action to prove it, that was something Miklan could see and realize was actually going to happen. It wasn't a blind trust - he could see Dimitri was actually doing it. He had a reason to be able to trust him with this.
He was also able to trust the people who were watching over him, i.e. the people Dimitri had making sure he didn't revert back to any sort of banditry. Those people could have easily faked it, made up that he did something and that they had killed him on the spot. Dimitri trusted those people not to do that of course, but those people were not told to bring him to Dimitri if he did anything. They were told to apprehend him and kill him immediately (which is reasonable, given what he'd done in the past, and they wouldn't want to try to wait to get Dimitri over to wherever they were. If Miklan escaped in that time, they'd just have a big problem on their hands).
So that is to say, those people could've just faked it at any point and killed him. They didn't. They, like Dimitri, were willing to give him another chance provided he didn't do anything bad.
The same goes for Felix and everyone else who had qualms about him being allowed into their army. Dimitri explicitly stated if anyone had issues with his appointment as a commander to "by all means" kill him themselves. He literally made it an open option for his friends to just up and kill him if they truly couldn't forgive him (which at that point was more reasonable of a time because the war was still new and people didn't know if they could trust him with this specific appointment yet. By later in the story I don't think it would have been as reasonable for someone to try to kill him after he'd already been proving himself).
In other words, nobody did it. Everyone, literally everyone, backed off and respected Dimitri's decision (and technically Sylvain and Matthias' as well). None of those people, even when given open opportunity, turned a weapon on him. Not one. These people all gave him a chance. These are the same people he died fighting for, and for himself to be able to feel like he was fighting and dying for what he would have to begin with if he hadn't been disinherited - Faerghus and its people.
In the end Miklan was in both rank and heart a top ranking commander of Faerghus and he both appreciated it and knew he appreciated it. He was looking forward to the future Dimitri would bring, basically saying that he thinks Dimitri is a fool ("weak-willed") for it but that he now believes in it too. If anyone wants to try arguing those points, I have receipts as the young folk call them, fresh from Miklan himself about his feelings about it as spoken to Catherine and Shamir!
Miklan fought for the future he was hoping to see, and he died protecting that future. Again, not something he by any means whatsoever had to do. He was tasked with guarding the fortress, but was never told to lay down his life defending it. After years and years of being hateful and angry, he finally had some peace of mind and hope for what he could be. He was loyal to Dimitri in the end because Dimitri was loyal to him - that is, he kept his word and Miklan was able to thrive in Dimitri's society without being a bandit or having to worry about his future because of his status.
Like Dimitri said, the only thing holding him down by that point were his past mistakes. It was up to Miklan to do something about that for himself with the opportunity he was given to fix it. Dimitri said here, fix it, and Miklan said okay, and worked to fix it. For me the saddest part is that he didn't even get enough time to properly fix it and be able to be free of his past. He died for Faerghus though, with his dying words being that he was able to buy them time (to arrive and fight back against the attacking Empire). That's not something someone who holds a resentful grudge would say in their last moments. He was grateful he managed to buy the other fighters time, even though it cost him his life.
hopes was a dumpster fire a whole lot of times but its incorporation of miklan into the plot was not one of them. miklan fire emblem my love you will live on in my heart and in my fics. i am also deeply grateful to hopes for uh i guess hopes-canonizing (hopesonizing???) basically every one of my headcanons about him before the game came out.
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😅 and 🫂 PLEASE !
Pining stage asks💙
😅 did anyone ever mistake you two for a couple? how did you both react?
Who HASN'T mistaken Eclair and Neuvillette for a couple, let's be real. The gestionnaires (most of them), the Melusines; hell, their Archon has mistaken them for being a couple before. But it's subtle. Indirect. A little cloud of gossip about them when they're not around. It's not THE talk of the nation, just a bit of afternoon gossip fodder for the gestionnaires since they're the ones that see Eclair and Neuvillette the most.
But being mistaken for a couple directly? Having someone, perhaps a sweet mannered old woman, call them a lovely couple while on post work evening stroll?
Eclair is shocked, to say the least. Schools her expression in almost immediately and tries to think of a response. Everyone in Fontaine knows Neuvillette. Everyone knows Neuvillette does not get into relationships. He doesn't even say he has friends. But...she's silently flattered that they were mistaken for a couple. It flutters around quietly in her chest and slowly brings some color to her cheeks. A feeling that she's also silently stamping back into place because she is not in a relationship with Neuvillette. Even though the thought is extremely nice.
Even if she tries to deny it, she's not able to get it out once the old woman takes Eclair’s hands in hers; showering her with those same sweet comments little old ladies she's helped before always seem to give her. Only now it's peppered in-between stories of never having seen the Iudex as much as she has these past few years and how much happier and more relaxed he seems now.
"Th-thank you, mémé;" stammering? The detective that can stare a gun down its barrel without flinching is stammering at the thought of being mistaken for Neuvillette's partner? "But the Chief Justice and I simply work together. We aren't a couple."
But it's like she's said nothing at all. The old woman just smiles warmly. Knowingly. You can't lie to grandma, don't you know?
Neuvillette's reaction on the other hand, could be considered a non-reaction to most. But that's because he goes to his mind first. Wonders what they see that could warrant such a reaction. From what he knows, humans only say these kind of things after seeing a romantic interaction between two people. In that case, have his advances been noticeable? Has Eclair accepted them in some way that he's missing? He would like to be sure before making any assumptions, but finding time to ask Eclair in between the times where they're both busy and inundated with work is...difficult.
"I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, but any relationship I have with Detective Dumont is professional and entirely work related. She is my coworker, first and foremost, and a...colleague." It's not a lie, but it's not necessarily the entire truth. But...well, if there's anything he's learned, it's that sometimes withholding parts of the truth is necessary. For others and for himself.
🫂 what's one significant moment of physical contact you had during the pining stage?
Oh...there's something to be said about Neuvillette and, well, anything physical. He seems untouchable because he is untouchable. As the Chief Justice, there is an image of unobtainability about him. As a being that has persisted for 500 years, he holds a certain unknowability in his hands. No one can get close to Neuvillette because no one really knows Neuvillette. Whether that's because they haven't really tried to get to know him or because he is the Iudex. And they see him exclusively as the Iudex. Of course, he has put up boundaries between himself and others as well; justifying it as being a necessary and needed barrier in order for him to remain a stalwart servant to the will of his Nation.
That, however, has not made his existence any less...lonely.
Nevertheless, Neuvillette has a station to maintain and cannot allow idle thoughts of melancholy to seep in whilst he's in the middle of his work. A trial will not be held at bay while he wrangles in his rarely expressed emotions, struggles frustratingly to find the correct files that were misplaced days ago, and -
And Eclair is there. Her hand careful and grounding against his. He hadn't heard her come in, far too busy rushing to have his attention split. And the file...it's there, in her other hand. He hadn't misplaced the file; there were extra reports that she was finishing. He knew this. She says as much, but he isn't listening. He only...feels. Feels the reassurance of her tone, the lilt of it bringing a kind of...peace to him. Her hand has moved away from his, but he can still feel the weight of it. The warmth of it. She's still speaking, but her touch has moved - adjusting his robes lightly where they've creased, straightening his jabot and making sure it's pinned neatly, before smoothing down the panels of his mantle against his chest. It's an...odd feeling. An action he's observed being done, but never had it done to himself. Never imagined it would be done to him. No one gets this close to him. He doesn't let anyone get this close to him. And yet...this touch is not unwelcomed. No, it's...it's calming. Soothing. Grounding.
Is this what the touch of another person feels like?
She's looking at him, he realizes, with that critical eye. Searching for something like she always is. He wonders, vaguely, what she sees. Notices the gleam of something...softer in her gaze. He wishes he knew what it was. He wishes he could understand why her hand against his chest has done this to him. Made the flow of Hydro swirl beneath his skin. Made his senses a little sharper. Yet the only thing he can do is thank her for her assistance. Feel something within him stir again at her smile. And want to -
The hour's chime breaks the bubble of reverie; he will be late if he does not leave immediately. The Iudex is never late to a trial. Another brief (yet appreciative) thanks before he's excusing himself and striding out of his office. The station of the Iudex is one that must be meticulously maintained. And yet...
He cannot help but feel the lingering weight of Eclair's touch and distantly wonder if he would ever allow himself to feel it so intimately again.
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Listen I'm having so much fun au-ing you have no idea
Future Sci fi AU loosely based on the video game Hardspace Shipbreaker where Eddie is a mechanic who dismantles and strips spaceships down to either be sold as parts or melted down and reused.
It wasn't what he wanted to do with his life, not even close. But it pays. Pays off his debts. Pays off Wayne's medical bills (that Wayne doesn't want him paying, but what choice do they have? Plus - Eddie loves Wayne too much to not do something). And it wasn't like he had much of a choice, with Eddie struggling to find work at regular job. But thanks to Dear Old Dad and his criminal ways, Eddie knows how to break into a spaceship and strip it for parts.
So that's how he finds himself working for Thatcher Ship and Salvage - just a cog in the corporate machine. Which he fucking hates, but he loves his uncle more. So he signs up, gets the job, and ends up working out of a Salvage station currently orbiting Earth.
When he said he wanted to see Earth, that wasn't what he fucking meant.
It's a large station divided up into smaller Salvage Bays, each of which is assigned one Shipbreaker. The bays are so far apart he can barely see the others. He's alone. Just him, the ships, and the void of space. Each Bay comes with its own Habitation Unit, like a shitty apartment/workshop that can fit one person. Complete with thin mattress that feels worse than the one he had at home. It wouldn't be as bad if they all lived together, Eddie thinks. Him and the other mechanics working this station. But they don't.
He goes to sleep alone, wakes up alone, makes his corporate approved space food that tastes like cardboard, suits up and then works a shift breaking down ships.
Occasionally the team at the head station will call him, give him instructions or updates on incoming deliveries. Wayne sends him emails almost daily, and Eddie will spend an evening replying. Suit off and hunched over the computer in his unit.
It's dangerous work, but the hazard pay is worth it (it has to be, or else he'll spiral wondering why he's even here), and Eddie is fucking good at it. He's got the speed, the skill, and the knowledge.
But eventually even that isn't enough to get him through the day. He's a social creature, he loves to talk and to touch and to spend his time surrounded by his people. But he is alone, and the only other voice he's heard I'm months is his boss. Does not fucking count.
He has Wayne's emails, and the messages Gareth and Jeff will send him (along with the occasional song he can download into his helmets radio system). He appreciates it so much. It's kept him going as long as it has but Eddie aches. He wants a hug. Someone to touch his fucking shoulder. To feel the warmth of another person, to hear them breathing next to him, to feel their heart beat. Eddie wants to make fucking small talk and hear someone laugh at a dorky joke he makes. He wants to hear gossip about someone he doesn't know. He wants to connect.
So Thatcher Ship and Salvage connects him to some bullshit "Employee Wellness and Connection Program" like fucking pen pals at school. And Eddie grumbles to himself but goes along with it because what choice does he have? He has a feeling they only signed him up because if he quit they'd have to train up someone and replace him. Fucking corporations, man.
He gets assigned a person also on the program, and they send emails. Get to know each other. Connect. Talk so Eddie doesn't lose his mind in space. And if it goes well, they might even get a weekly phone call. And fuck, doesn't that hurt. Since he isn't even allowed one with Wayne. Says it'll cost too much to connect all the way down to Earth.
It's an email at first. From a man working an office on earth, also being signed up by his manager. A man named Steve.
Steve, who drones away in an office building under a manager who hates him because his father owns the building they work in. Owns the whole Harrington Corporation. They have to play nice to the Boss' son. So they resent him, and he is alone save for Robin. The girl who works in the office mail room. Who doesn't take his shit but understands that he's actually a good guy. He is her platonic soulmate. Complete with shitty apartment they live in together. The windows let in a draught, and the pipes leak - but at least he doesn't live with his parents anymore.
And now he has to email this stranger in space, who surprisingly, replies with one hell of an email. Long and wordy sure, but funny and personable. Genuinely seeking connection.
Or maybe Steve's projecting because he's lonely. Still under the thumb of his father, working a job he hates, with only one friend his age.
I just- two lonely boys connecting through daily emails and the expanse of space.
hello! sorry I took so long to get back to you!! can i just....beg for more of this please? i am absolutely besotted with this concept. Your description of Eddie is so perfect, like of COURSE he needs to speak to people! He needs to be witnessed and to entertain and his engage and get that feedback from another living thing.
At the points where he can't get in contact with anyone, before he gets 'matched' he'll talk to the faces that he sees in the whirls of the metal panes that cover the various ships he takes apart. He gives them different voices just to try and get himself a bit more invested but even then, he's heart sore for somebody to talk to in person. For somebody who wants to talk to him, for somebody to just listen and maybe riff with him on his ideas and fantasies all face to face so he can read their expression, try and predict how they might react based on body language.
So when he gets matched Eddie thinks this is just going to be another online relationship. Not that he doesn't take value in being able to talk to Wayne, Gareth and Jeff. He just desperately wants something more to make the isolation a little warmer. Eddie doesn't have high hopes but he's willing to try anything at this point.
He fires off his first email, not expecting a reply any time soon. Really, he's expecting a dry half-assed reply from somebody that doesn't give a shit about him and is being paid by the hour to talk to sad and lonely space rats. What he doesn't expect is a reply that has him breaking out in a small smile as this guy, Steve, describes his cubicle neighbour and the phlegmy noises he has to put up with daily. Yes Steve understands that when you are made up of 95% mucus and evolved to live on a gas planet and don't have any ears like his office neighbor, there might be some odd squelching noises but he swears the guy next to him hams it up, trying to push Steve out because Steve maybe once complained to robin a little to loudly about the snot bag and oozing he could see seeping under the cubicle divider. There was no oozing, Steve just felt like being dramatic. He tried to apologise but short of saying 'sorry about the snot comments, I'm sure you don't actively seep' Steve didn't know what to do.
By the end Eddie has a laugh stored in his chest, too scared to let it out. He's drafting up his reply in his head, hoping to endear this stranger with a story about a breakdown of what he thought would be a normal ship but turned out to have a portal in the toilet where ghost ducks would just randomly spawn from.
Eddie and Steve start to reply on their email exchanges. They are coming up to the 'review' point where a supervisor determines if they get a phone call and to be honest, both of them are terrified. They don't know if they want the phone call to then find out the relationship doesn't carry over to 'live' conversation or worse, find out its even better than email and hurting themselves more because they can both feel themselves falling for the other.
The day Eddie finds out he's been granted a phone call (pure audio, the company wont push for video) to Steve, that same night, he's the most productive he's been in months. Finishing his allocated breakdown in record time. He then curses himself for the fact that he has a wide-open afternoon to worry about this call. He panics, he worries, he can't eat, he's starving, he's resorted to tidying his quarters in an effort to distract himself. But then the comms screen rings, Eddie presses accept and there he is, voice through the speakers 'hello? Eddie? fuck! is this thing even working? i swear to g-'
Eddie sits down heavily on his chair, chest warm from the voice he didn't know was absolutely of course, perfect for the man he'd been emailing 'hey Harrington, getting worked up already? must have been pretty desperate to speak to me'
they only have 20 minutes allocated to talk, it's not enough but it's better than either of them could have hoped for.
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