Enter into the magical world of le Cirque de Rêves. You are a follower of the circus, a dreamer, and you have followed the circus as it arrived without warning once again. One-shot.

Thanks to everyone who read my first fic! This is Bailey/Poppet, and set after the book ends. Now a threeshot! Used to be a twoshot. Rated T for kissing and mild suggestiveness.

Inside one of the tents a fire was burning, casting long and distorted shapes on the dark wooden walls, and Marco was staring deep into its heart. The red flames crackled and spat as towers and fortresses were erected within it, only to collapse into the ashes. Celia watched him carefully. "Marco?" He swallowed. "I can't think anymore Celia. My mind is just mute blackness..."

Before you take your leave of the circus, you decide to visit one more tent-the Picture Window. A short fic describing a little piece of the magic that is le Cirque de Reves.

Hinata and Tsukiko, on the other side. — Tsukiko/Hinata.