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aquariumgirls · 10 months

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um i have ideas. of a pmmm swap au. mostly i want it to be kind of madosaya in a way? kyoko and mami swap. madoka swaps w homura, but homura swaps w sayaka. so basically.

madoka = homura

homura = sayaka

sayaka = madoka

kyoko = mami

mami = kyoko

the thing is tho is that sayaka is still madokas childhood friend, but madoka's mom gets promoted so they move to america like in rebellion and are gone for like 5ish years so madoka gets transferred to mitakihara junior high, reconnects w sayaka and hitomi and sayaka is already a magical girl atp and then walpurgis happens and so sayaka and kyoko try to stop it but both die, and madoka wishes that she could protect sayaka and gets timey powers.

homura is sayakas friend who she met shortly after madoka left, and is doomed to either die or witch out in every timeline because of her mounting insecurities as a magical girl and the fact that her wish (to heal hitomi's legs after a very bad accident bc she loooooves her) will always lead to her love being unrequited due to hitomi and kyouske always getting together in every timeline.

basically, madoka reunites with sayaka over and over until more and more karmic debt piles onto her, and every time she beats walpurgis she becomes a witch immediately, ranging from relatively normal oktavia to basically a giant leviathan who is able to flood the entire earth in 10 days.

basically.

sayaka dies bc of walpy

homura always becomes a witch

kyoko either dies or tries to mercy kill everyone

mami dies trying to save homura/gets mercy killed by kyoko.

and poor madoka gets so disillusioned with everything because Being Meguka Is Suffering.

and kyubey is still a bitch. always and forever.

rebellion basically ends the same way w madoka deeming herself the devil to pull sayaka down from "heaven", and then trapping the entire GALAXY in her labyrinth to keep everyone she loves safe + alive

#pmmm #sayaka miki #madoka kaname #kyoko sakura #mami tomoe #postings #homura akemi #btw bebe is still nagisa.#madosaya #homumami #homutomi

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shera-dnd · 10 months

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I LIVE!

Thanks to the help of the wonderful @saint-lily I'm back in business!

And I'm returning in style with my first Madoka fic

Honestly I can't believe it took me this long to write something for this fandom. Like I've been into Madoka since I was 14... jfc that was so long ago

anyways watch as Hitomi fumbles her way into a lesbian awakening and in the process discover the magical world of vampires, angels, demons, and so much more

Things have gotten strange since Hitomi started college.

It was all normal at first. Just her and her best friends, Madoka and Sayaka, enjoying their new life at campus. But then things started to change.

Sayaka began to act more possessive and protective of Madoka, in a way she hadn’t since the girl had been bullied in middle school. Hitomi worried that someone was trying to hurt her.

That’s when she saw who exactly Sayaka was protecting their friend from.

Three strange girls who followed Madoka wherever she went.

The first of the three had long dark hair, and impossibly pale skin. She seemed to avoid sunlight whenever possible, and had an unsettling smile that made it feel like she always knew more than she was letting on.

The second girl was tall, blonde and… well, busty for the lack of a better descriptor. Though she dressed in bright and cheerful colors, and carried a welcoming smile, there was still something unsettling about her. Maybe it was the way that beneath that smile, she always seemed so gloomy and low energy, or maybe it was the fact that she always kept her neck covered.

Then there was the last girl. Loud, brash, and always reeking of smoke. Her hair was long and dyed a bright red, with her sides shaved. She was always either eating, drinking, or partaking in some sort of vice. Hitomi was certain this girl would die of a heart attack at any moment; but no matter how many excesses she indulged in, she always stayed as skinny and healthy as ever.

Each girl alone would have been a little weird but no reason for alarm, but all three of them for some reason seeming to obsess over Madoka at once? There had to be something going on there.

Hitomi had shared her worries with Sayaka - she had shown a similar worry after all - but was quickly dismissed.

“Let me handle this,” Sayaka had said, “you should stay away from those girls.”

Now, Hitomi had always prided herself in being a sensible and responsible young lady. She followed the rules and avoided trouble as much as possible. But how could she just sit around and do nothing while her childhood friend was being harassed by these strange women?

The worst part still was just how friendly Madoka was to all of them; how she was spending all of her free time with them instead of with Hitomi. This, of course, had nothing to do with why Hitomi suspected them, no, it was just proof that Madoka was too sweet and innocent, and couldn’t tell that those girls had ulterior motives.

That was it. Hitomi had to interfere. She couldn’t just leave Madoka alone, no matter what Sayaka said.

And that’s how she found herself stalking that pale girl across campus one night.

Homura was her name, from what Madoka had told her, and she lived in an apartment just outside of campus. How some random goth girl could afford something like that was beyond Hitomi’s deductive skills, but it definitely didn’t make her any less shady.

As she followed after her, Hitomi found her attention more and more drawn to the woman herself. There was an unsettling ethereal beauty to Homura. Her every movement was both graceful and measured, with not a single motion or breath wasted. Her long, flowing, dark hair practically glowed in the moonlight as it flowed down her back like a pitch black waterfall.

And her smell.

Oh, Homura smelled like lilies!

Wait! When did she get close enough to smell her?

Hitomi stumbled backwards and shook her head. She was in a dark alley now, just her and Homura. At some point, in her trance, she had stopped stalking Homura and had begun to follow behind her instead.

Her abrupt motion must have warned her of her presence, because Homura giggled and turned around.

The way her hair whipped in the air, glittering white light reflected off black strands, it was almost enough to distract Hitomi once again. But, as mesmerizing purple eyes met hers, she knew she had to steel herself and focus.

“You know,” Homura commented as casually as one would bring up the weather, “it’s impolite to follow people like that.”

“You…” Hitomi tried to speak, but the way Homura’s eyes studied her made her falter.

“What is it, little mouse?” she teased, stepping closer to Hitomi.

“Y-You…” she tried again, but that only got Homura to step even closer, now looming over her.

She smiled the toothy smile of a predator ready to pounce on its prey. All at once, Hitomi’s suspicions were confirmed.

“You’re preying on Madoka!” She accused, shoving Homura away.

Homura only chuckled. “Oh, is that why you’re here? You’ve come to save poor Madoka?”

“She’s my friend!” Hitomi shouted, trying to seem more confident than she felt, “it’s my job to protect her!”

“You sound a lot like that little blue angel,” Homura mocked. Blue angel? Did she mean Sayaka? “So, I’ll tell you what I told her. I care about Madoka, and she doesn’t need anyone else’s protection.”

“No! I don’t believe you!” Hitomi challenged, even as she stepped away from Homura, “I know what you are!”

It was like something shifted inside Homura. Her expression hadn’t changed at all, and yet it felt like the amusement in her eyes had been replaced with unadulterated malice.

“Is that so?” Homura closed the distance between them in a single lunge, backing Hitomi against a wall.

Hitomi squeaked and screwed her eyes shut.

“Say it!” Homura commanded.

“Y-You are…”

Steel yourself. You have to do this, Hitomi, for Madoka. She braced against the wall behind her, opened her eyes, and shouted as loud as she could.

“A lesbian!”

Homura froze in place at the accusation, something Hitomi would have taken as a victory were it not for the position she was currently in.

Homura was hunched close to Hitomi, mouth barely an inch away from her neck. Her white teeth shone in the night, with two in particular, long and sharp like needles, threatening to pierce her skin.

Oh no.

Homura hissed and stepped away, her fangs shrinking back into her mouth. “Really!?”

“You’re a vampire!?” Hitomi yelled.

“You’re a homophobe!” Homura yelled back.

That caught her off guard. “N-No, I’m not.”

“You thought I was preying on Madoka just because I’m into women,” Homura accused.

“B-But you are,” Hitomi tried to argue, “you’re just entrancing her with your vampire powers!”

That's it! That’s why Hitomi couldn’t take her eyes away from her, why her mere presence seemed to entrance her, why she felt so disappointed that Homura hadn’t sunk her teeth into her neck and made her scream.

“Is that what you think I do?” Homura asked with a twinge of disgust, but before Hitomi could answer she turned away. “Your repression has ruined my appetite. Goodbye, little mouse .”

And just like that, she walked away into the night, leaving Hitomi frozen behind her.

What had just happened?

Was Homura… hurt?

Why did she feel guilty?

How was she the villain now?

And why the heck did she still want Homura to bite her!?

#puella magi madoka magica #hitomi shizuki #homura akemi #what is their ship called?#hitomura #homutomi #whichever one it is #fanfic #urban fantasy #vampire homura akemi

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