[March 25] [Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE] Somewhere Beyond

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Title: Somewhere beyond
Day/Theme: March 25 - come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Fandom: Tsubasa RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Characters/pairing: C!Syaoran/C!Sakura
Rating: PG
Warnings: This is a very strange fic.  It could be very depressing or reassuring and uplifting, depending on your interpretation.  And it has misuse of certain key astrophysical theories.  Oh, and spoilers up to chapter 211.

( Somewhere beyond the end of all worlds... )

[March 25][The Little Match Girl] a halo of ahses

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Title: a halo of ashes
Day/Theme: March 25; come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Fandom: "The Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen
Characters: unnamed little girl
Rating: PG
Word Count: 158

( She'll strike them all, one by one, until there are no wishes left. )

[March 25] [Original] the space between days

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Title: the space between days (is the only time they can ever meet)

Series: Original
Character/Pairing: the (slightly) anthropomorphic representations of Wednesday and Thursday, Wednesday/Thursday
Rating: PG
Genre: General, bittersweet romance
Spoilers/Warnings: anthropomorphism of concepts ahead
Wordcount: 198
Theme/prompt: 25. come the morning and the day winding like dreams

( It is close to midnight and out here, in the suburbs, there is quiet. )

[Mar 25] [Junjou Romantica] Had Enough Yet?

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Title: Had Enough Yet
Author: deecherrywolf
Day/Theme: Mar 25 / come the morning and the day winding like dreams
Series: Junjou Romantica
Character/Pairing: Egoist

( all night long~ )

[March 25th] [Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE] Monarchs

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Title :: Monarchs
Prompt :: March 25th, “come the morning and the day winding like dreams”
Fandom :: Tsubasa: RESERVoir CHRoNiCLE
Characters/Pairing :: C!Sakura; C!Syaosaku
Rating :: PG
Wordcount :: 115
Summary :: A sleeping butterfly, she thinks (I am myself I am not her which life was mine to live), cocoon holding fast with threads like the red strings of fate.

(She is caught.)