Quick author's note introduction here! After ages of only posting PMMM stuff on Tumblr, I'm collecting a bunch of oneshots here. They vary in length, featured ships, and genre, but I'm sure there's something to interest everyone! Everything in this collection up to chapter 28 is somewhat older content, reposted from my fic blog a-colourful-dream, but as I write new PMMM oneshots they'll go here too. We'll start out with some MadoHomu, so please enjoy! And I've edited these for typos and whatnot, but please let me know if anything has slipped past my notice. Thanks!


"You really were great today, Homura-chan," Madoka said as they took their seats at Mami's low table. Their senior had bidden them sit while she prepared snacks to celebrate Homura's successful battle.

Homura ducked her head. "Th-thank you, Kaname-san," she said in a voice just above a whisper.

Madoka scooted closer to Homura and bumped her shoulder against the other girl. "I'm glad that you're a magical girl with me, Homura-chan."

The familiar contact had Homura's heart racing. She wasn't used to anyone touching her except nurses, and that was always impersonal and brusque. Homura swallowed hard. Her hand drifted to her chest to rest lightly over her pounding heart.

"Homura-chan?" Madoka was looking at her now, her brows drawn close. "Are you okay? Is your heart-"

"I-I'm fine." Homura looked up to give Madoka a reassuring smile, but Madoka's face was disconcertingly close. Homura glanced away, adjusting her glasses to give herself something to do.

A weight rested on her shoulder. Something soft brushed against her cheek. Madoka's head was so close that Homura could smell fruity shampoo. This was not good for her heart rate.

"K-Kaname-san?"

"Hm?" Madoka's voice was soft like the hair that Homura could feel against her face.

"Um…" She didn't know what she wanted to say.

Madoka lifted her head. "Sorry, Homura-chan, am I bothering you?" She tucked some of Homura's long bangs behind her ear.

Homura shook her head. "It's fine," she wanted to say, but Madoka's touch had rendered her mute.

Madoka's hand had come to rest on Homura's shoulder, but now she raised it again to trail softly along Homura's jaw, cupping her cheek. Homura didn't move, afraid of breaking the spell. She could barely breathe, anticipating… she didn't know what, just anticipating.

Madoka was blushing now, and she shifted to lean closer to Homura. "You don't mind, do you?"

Homura shook her head rapidly, dislodging Madoka's hand, but Madoka just replaced it and brought her other hand up to hold Homura's head in place. "A-all right."

"K-K-K-K-" She couldn't so much as say Madoka's name. Madoka paused and looked at her. Homura could read the concern in her eyes, and she bit her lip. She wanted this, she did, but what if- what if she was bad at it, what if she disappointed Madoka, what if Madoka ki- what if they did this and Madoka realized that she didn't like Homura like she thought she did?

"It's okay to be nervous, Homura-chan," Madoka said, and her voice shook a little. She gave Homura a smile.

"Y-yeah. K-Kaname-san." Homura tried to smile in return.

"A-all right, Homura-chan. Here goes." Madoka stroked Homura's cheek with one hand and leaned close, finally bringing their lips together.

It was small, simple contact - so why did a jolt go through her, more electrifying than the moment she'd made her contract? Why did she want to laugh and cry at the same time? She settled for bringing shaking hands up to grip Madoka's shoulder, to return the kiss fully.

Someone coughed. Homura froze. Madoka squeaked and jolted backward. Mami stood with a tray in her hands, her gaze very studiously fixed on a lamp across the room. "The tea is ready."