I have a ton of MadoHomu drabbles sitting on Tumblr (URL lynx-you-fucking-nerd) that I figure I should post up here since most of you are following me for that kind of thing. I'll spend the next few days editing and uploading old drabbles here, and in the future crosspost them simultaneously. Planned to be fluff drabbles, maybe some light angst, but all MadoHomu.
/post/69573332589/ : Homura has a nightmare at a sleepover
Madoka awoke to an ear-piercing scream. Her first reaction was to reach over and swat her alarm clock, but a peek out the corner of her eye showed it was still three in the morning. And it sounded far more like someone crying than the mechanical beeping that normally woke her up.
She rolled over to where the sound was coming from, rubbing her eyes as she began to worry about why somebody else was in her bed. It didn't take her long to remember, and she put her hand on her shoulder and shook vigorously.
"Homura-chan, wake up." They hadn't had sleepovers like this for very long, and it took some time to adjust to sharing a bed. This was the first time this had happened, and she woke up quickly as soon as she realized she should be there to comfort her.
"Please, wake up." She forced herself up a little higher and rolled her over, shaking her as hard as she could in her drowsy state. "Tell me what's wrong."
Homura's eyes flew open, tears streaming freely from them as she was still shaking. She squeezed them shut again and threw herself forward against Madoka, wrapping her arms around her too tightly for someone who had just woken up. Her whole body still trembled and was soaked in sweat, and Madoka reached around to rub the remaining sleep from her eyes.
"Are you okay?" She certainly didn't sound okay, but she couldn't think of anything else to say.
"It's nothing." Her voice was strained, obviously on the verge of continuing her fit.
"No, it's not nothing." Madoka reached around to pull her hair out of her face and behind her ears, noticing that several strands were wet and stuck to her cheeks. "What happened?"
"It was just a dream." She held onto her tightly, one hand stroking her back lightly, using that to stabilize the trembling.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Her body was heavy and begged her to lie back down and sleep, but this wasn't the time for that. She had to help her first, then they could sleep in as late as they wanted.
"No, it's over." The uncontrollable shaking said otherwise, but it wasn't her place to pry.
"If you're sure." She began to back away, but Homura grabbed a fistful of her shirt and leaned in closer.
"I'm sorry. Can I stay here for a bit longer?" The tense edge returned to her voice and she buried her face in Madoka's shoulder.
"Of course." If it made her feel better, they could stay like this until they fell asleep. Curiosity ate at her as she wanted to know what had her so upset, but she was quiet. Maybe she would ask in the morning when Homura was more stable.
Madoka estimated they had been there for about five minutes when her eyelids refused to stay open. "Are you ready to lay down?" It was selfish, but she felt it would be better to ask her rather than dozing off against her.
"Yes." With some hesitation, she let go. "Sorry, I'm keeping you awake over this."
"No, it's okay, I just want you to feel better." To say she wasn't being kept awake would be a lie, but she honestly didn't mind. "Good night, I'll see you again in the morning." She allowed herself to become tangled in Homura's arms as she quickly dozed, unable to hear a response if it came.
