Frosted windows shook quietly against the wind of Ishgard. Cold breezes that swept up the snow in soft flurries that danced across the stone walkways and decorated the tight corners of each frame that peered over the pillars. Though the estate had been quiet since the departure of children, it was never so silent. A lone clock chimed in the hall, the crackle of flames in the hearth that sat in the center of the bedroom was meant to give warmth and comfort. It offered nothing now but illumination on the parchment that the old elezen held in his hand. The armchair held his looming finger, bent over as he stared at the letter as if he had misunderstood it the first few times he’d read it. Yet, it was all plainly stated in elegant writing.
Lord and Lady Oraguille,
We extend our deepest apologies to the recent loss…
Over and over the words were traced with his eyes, yet even after three days he was still unable to process it.
The doorway framed his wife, ever elegant in her fine linens and lace, though she’d donned dark blues and blacks since the courier had arrived. In her still-smooth hands, she held another cup of tea for her beloved husband, stepping forward to set it on the small side table next to the man’s chair. Nothing was said as no words could soothe him now, only the clinking of three other cold cups of drink were carefully picked up to be taken to the maids in the hallway.
Cosette had known long before the letter arrived. The cold ping in her heart and the feeling of absence had alerted her that she’d lost yet another of her loves. This time, however, they were not simply gone from home to be missed for a brief period of time. Her handmaidens bowed and excused themselves as she stepped toward the library, closing the door but for a crack while making her way back to the desk tucked next to the multiple bookshelves. With pen in hand, she adjusted herself over the unfinished writing and took a deep breath, once more attempted to reach out to her last.
To my beloved son…
My dearest Galaihaurat,
I apologize for not writing you more often. As a mother, it is my duty to keep in touch so that you do not lose your recognition of home. Ishgard stands among a small civil unrest after the events of our treaty with the dragons, but you are well aware of what would come with such exchange of handshakes.
But it is not why I write you.
I’ve no words for what I am to tell you. It aches my heart to not have you here where your father and I need you. I hope that you are among friends that will extend a hand for I am not sure how you will take this news.
My love, we have received confirmation they have found your sister. At least, all that was found of her in the last place she was known to stand. Forgive me for my failings as a mother to protect you both, for the inability of me as a parent to lead you into safety and for my ignorance in believing the evils of the world would not claim my children.
Your father sits now in loss. He has not eaten nor drank in three days since the letter arrived. I beg of you, come home. If not for me, for your father.
With My Love,
As the quill clinked into the inkwell, Cosette lifted the edge of the paper to fold it. Her finger slipped against the edge as a loud crash came from down the hall, causing her to leap upward and throw open the door as one of her maids returned her gaze in horror.
Cosette stepped into the bedroom, finding her husband on his knees with the note ripped in half while he sobbed. The chair lay on its back, tea splayed across the floor. She stood with her hand to her heart, unable to bear the sight of her husband so broken. A man who had put everything behind his children, now suffering the loss of his only daughter. With a quick inhale, Cosette turned to usher the maids away, closing the door as she moved to gather up her husband against her chest while he clung to her.
She swallowed her tears, brushing her fingers through his white hair and rocking softly.
This year was a magical time for minewt fic. Fic authors explored pre-canon and post-canon realtionships bewteen Newt and Minho, playing on their strengths and fleshing out their weaknesses. Authors brought to life realities where our boys helped each other through the pain that haunted them and aus where our boys were happily or not so happily lovin each other. To show our appreciation to our wonderful fic authors below are the top twenty minewt fics of 2015, as voted by the shipdom!
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Minho felt no surprise that living in the Glade was getting to him.
Being trapped like lab rats inflicted scars—physical and invisible—on all the boys. But it was a pain that was supposed to unite them. Their shared fears and grief formed a delicately balanced arch of comradeship and cooperation where just one cracked brick could send the entire structure toppling.
Like hell was he gonna be that one.
(In which Minho has a painful, horrible recurring dream, and he, Newt, and the Glade are never the same again.)
there’s a boy - there’s lots of boys, but there’s a boy. he sees him right away, his eyes drawn to him like a moth to a light. it’s kind of embarrassing, really, because he can’t stop staring at the beautiful boy jogging through the glade.
that night, he’s introduced to the keeper of the runners.
Minho is Prince and his kingdom is in money problems, so his father arranges a marriage with a rich boy who will help the family out of debts.
Newt is a young Prince who is forced into marriage with someone he doesn’t know and lives across the world. His kind is only on the world to provide children, norhing more. And everyone keeps reminding him that.
Before they died, Minho’s parents were known for being able to rehabilitate any animal, even half-human ones. Now they’re gone, so Minho’s the one Jorge calls when he breaks up a were-fighting ring. Which puts Minho in charge of one feral Alpha named Newt.
Suddenly, there was a guy beside him. He was of Asian decent, possibly Korean, Newt didn’t know him and Newt thought he was extremely handsome.
“Hello, gorgeous,” the man said, leaning on the bar. Looking at Newt. Newt stared back for a second before blushing and start looking around to see if there was anybody else the bloke could’ve addressed. Instead he sees Tommy and his heart sinks.
Or the one where Minho helps Newt get over his ex.
Desperate for a job, Newt takes up a shady offer from a high school friend. The job is to play the medic for WICKED, an underground boxing ground. Newt doesn’t plan to stay around, but when a certain Korean fighter catches his eyes, his plans all fall to pieces.
Somehow, cupcakes play a major role in the whole mess.
A tiny story where Newt works for as a personal assistant for the owner of a large company in Glade City. The owner is Minho, who is a young billionaire with a long list of past assistants who all took advantage of the position.
Minho wasn’t looking for love or companionship, just a warm enough body to fill the bottomless void of his desire. But Newt, Newt’s only looking for the money. And that’s as perfect as things get in the real world, and apparently that’s all they needed.
This little fanfic is based off a 30-day relationship challenge I found on Pinterest. Basically, it’s thirty different, fluffy stories about Minho and Newt being married and doing married-couple things.
Inkwell Studios released several other films before Ko-Ko’s Reward that I wasn’t able to find online. They are: - No Eyes Today (1/11/1929) - Noise Annoys Ko-Ko (1/25/1929) - Ko-Ko Beats Time (2/8/1929)
Fleischer Studios released several other films before Ko-Ko’s Conquest that I wasn’t able to find online. They are: - Ko-Ko’s Crib (3/23/1929) - Ko-Ko’s Saxaphonies (4/5/1929) - Ko-Ko’s Knock Down (4/19/1929) - Ko-Ko’s Signals (5/4/1929)