⋆ ˚｡⋆୨ Fluff Power Pekka x Electro Wizard fanfic to electrify your weekend yayay ୧⋆ ˚｡⋆
"Electric Passion"
"Butterfly..." The metallic, trembling sound echoed across the empty field, followed by a dry crackle of electricity. Power Pekka looked at her enormous, steel-clad hands, now covered in thin, black ashes. The wind had carried the fragments away, dissipating them like smoke. She had tried to hold the butterfly carefully, her clumsy fingers trembling with concentration, but, as always, her body had betrayed her.
The surrounding field was filled with yellow and red flowers, a cruel contrast to the darkness that dominated her interior. Power Pekka sank her knees into the damp earth, tiny rays escaping from her horns in uncontrollable spasms. Each spark falling on the grass burned small black circles, marks of her impotence. She wanted to cry, but she couldn't even do that properly—only a hoarse, distorted noise escaped her metallic throat.
Night wore on, and with it, silence.
On the horizon, the sun was beginning to disappear, painting the sky in reddish hues that she could never touch without destroying. Power Pekka closed her eyes, imagining what it would be like to feel the delicate wing of a butterfly without reducing everything to dust. It was an impossible fantasy, and she knew it.
Her heart, if she could even call it that, ached like an open wound.
No one came to those fields—no one, except the butterflies, who, by some tragic instinct, always approached her. Perhaps they saw her grotesque size and thought she was a giant flower. Or perhaps they simply didn't know what she was.
Power Pekka looked at the sky, the rays on her horns diminishing, but not disappearing. The last thing she wanted was to hurt something so fragile. But the world didn't seem to care what she wanted.
"The village is safe now!" he announced, and the crowd cheered, their footsteps marking the rhythm of the celebration. No one there knew what was happening in the fields beyond the walls.
Meanwhile, in the nearby village, colorful lanterns swayed between the wooden houses, illuminating smiling faces and cups full of elixir. The smell of roast beef and fresh bread mingled with the sounds of laughter and music.
The Tesla tower was finally finished, its gleaming gears shimmering under the bonfire light. The builder, a man with calloused hands and an easy smile, raised his glass in a toast.
E-Wiz knew the sound of uncontrolled energy—and this one came from somewhere lonely. Without a second thought, he moved away from the crowd.
The electric wizard, however, couldn't concentrate on the party. His fingers tingled with static electricity, as if something—or someone—was pulling his attention away. He looked towards the dark horizon, where the fields met the forest. A dry crackle of electricity, almost imperceptible, echoed in his ears.
It wasn't his.
"H-hey..." he said, soft as a contained lightning bolt. Power Pekka didn't even turn around.
When he finally found her, Power Pekka stood motionless, like a forgotten statue in the middle of nowhere. Her eyes, if they could even be called eyes, gleamed faintly in the darkness, fixed on the ashes the breeze insisted on carrying away.
E-Wiz hesitated for a second—he knew what she was, what she could do. But then he heard a single mechanical sigh, so full of sorrow that his own energy seemed to falter. He approached slowly, his hands open, fearless.
The smell of burnt metal and charred grass filled the air between them. When E-Wiz finally reached her side, he saw the small black circles on the ground, the marks of her pain. He knelt, ignoring the tingling that rose up his legs—her lightning was weak now, but still present.
"You... t-tried to hold her, d-didn't you?" he asked, knowing she wouldn't answer. Power Pekka only shook her head, a slow, heavy movement, as if carrying the weight of a world that would never understand her.
He had never seen such a powerful creature seem so fragile. Without thinking, E-Wiz reached out, letting his own energy flow through his fingers in small cyan arcs. Power Pekka looked confused as he lightly touched her helmet. A crackle, a glint—but nothing that hurt. He smiled, even as her involuntary discharge made his hair stand on end, more than usual, of course.
"L-look," he murmured, "it didn't ch-char me." For the first time in centuries, Power Pekka felt something resembling hope—and a light blue beam escaped from his horns, briefly illuminating E-Wiz's smiling face.
The moon was already high when he finally sat down on the grass beside her, unhurried, as if he had all the time in the world. "Do you want to learn to control this?" he asked, pointing to the beams that still shimmered on her.
Power Pekka looked at his own hands, enormous and dangerous, and then at E-Wiz—small, fragile, alive. She nodded slowly, but with a determination he had never seen in her before. E-Wiz smiled again, wider this time.
"Then l-let's begin!"
"Better t-than butterflies, isn't it?" he said, and she—she almost smiled.
First, he tried teaching her simple words—nothing more than "E-Wiz," which he repeated while pointing to himself. After days of trial and error and sparks escaping from her helmet, she finally managed an almost recognizable sound. When he heard her murmur "E-Z," he jumped for joy as if she had recited an entire poem.
The reaction was so genuine that a tiny lightning bolt escaped her, striking his chest. E-Wiz just laughed, rubbing the spot where the electricity still sparked on his clothes.
The following weeks were filled with patience and minor disasters. E-Wiz showed her how to take a deep breath before feeling the sparks escape, how to concentrate the energy in her feet before it surged up her body and exploded from her horns.
He never minded when she made mistakes—even when a strong shock knocked him to the ground, leaving his clothes burned and his eyes a little brighter than usual. “I t-told you so,” he’d say, laughing as he stood up. Power Pekka learned slowly, but she learned. And he never stopped smiling at her.
That’s when she saw another butterfly landing on the flower she held. Its horns fluttered, sparks escaping for a moment before being suppressed. Her heart—if it could even be called a heart—leaped within her metallic chest. The butterfly was small, fragile, its blue wings shimmering in the sunlight. Power Pekka stood completely still, as if any movement could destroy that instant. And then, when the butterfly opened its wings and took off, leaving the flower intact, something inside her trembled.
Over time, she began to understand more than just words—she understood the tone of his voice, the way his eyes sparkled when he saw her trying, how his energy fluctuated when he was tired. E-Wiz, in turn, began to recognize her subtle cues: the light tinkling of her plates when she was happy, the slower pace of her steps when she didn’t want him to leave.
Their energies mingled in the air, a silent game where neither needed to speak. And when, finally, she managed to hold a flower without destroying it, E-Wiz said nothing—he simply placed his hand over hers, feeling the gentle warmth of her contained energy.
She couldn't believe it—she was happy, too happy, and then, in the blink of an eye, the flower in her hands turned to ashes, carried away by the wind before she could even understand what had happened.
A-again," he said, just like that. And she tried. She tried again, and again, until her hands trembled with exhaustion and the sun was setting.
E-Wiz saw everything. He saw the moment she almost succeeded, saw the gleam that appeared in her eyes as the butterfly flew, saw the flower disappear in a flash of uncontrolled electricity. Power Pekka looked at her empty hands, the lightning bolts on her horns pulsing in spasms of frustration.
But before she could sink into that familiar sadness, E-Wiz appeared beside her, picking up another flower from the ground and placing it in his giant hands.
That night, when everyone in the village was asleep and the lights of the Tesla tower blinked softly, E-Wiz brought her something—a transparent glass, but not just any glass. Inside, butterflies of all colors flew in slow circles, their wings fluttering against the antistatic material that kept them safe. Power Pekka looked at it, her horns emitting small rays of excitement. E-Wiz smiled, carefully placing the glass in her hands.
"F-for you!" he said, and for the first time in centuries, Power Pekka felt something that wasn't pain, nor sadness—it was gratitude. And even if she could never put it into words, he knew.
She was so happy that her helmet emitted a series of small crackling sounds, but this time, unlike before, it managed to contain most of the energy. The rays that escaped were minimal, almost timid, as if she were learning not only to control her power, but also her emotions.
E-Wiz watched, proudly, as she held the glass with a delicacy that would have been unthinkable before. The butterflies inside seemed fearless—they simply flew, indifferent to the danger her hands had once represented. And that, more than any words, was what made her realize how much she had changed.
The silence between them was comfortable, broken only by the distant hum of the Tesla tower and the almost imperceptible sound of butterfly wings fluttering against the glass. Power Pekka looked at E-Wiz, his face illuminated by the soft light of the fireflies, and had the strange feeling that perhaps she no longer needed to fear herself. And when one of the fireflies landed on her helmet, emitting an intermittent glow without being reduced to ashes, she knew—he was right.
Without haste, E-Wiz sat beside her in the field, the grass still marked by the small black circles of her past failures. He rested his shoulder against her metallic arm, firm and cold, but somehow comforting. Power Pekka hesitated for a moment before leaning slightly, letting him embrace her forearm as they both gazed at the moonlight.
Fireflies appeared among the flowers, their tiny flashes dancing in the air like stars that had fallen from the sky. His warmth against her metal was strange, but not unpleasant—it was a reminder that she was not alone.
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͙͛ ˚₊⋆ Electro Wizard x Night Witch fanfic 'cuz i love nerd x goth dynamic ୧ ‧₊˚
"You're Gonna Sleep Anyway."
The coffee spilled on the counter was still steaming when E-Wiz bumped into the third empty cup of the night. His fingers trembled against the notebook, filled with hastily scribbled circuit diagrams.
"Two entangled photons can communicate instantly, did you know?" he muttered to the walls, twirling a pen between his singed fingers like a lightning bolt about to strike. In the next room, Wizard and Ice Wizard snored in ridiculous synchronicity after giving up on sleep, exhausted from their younger brother's frenzy.
The laboratory window creaked softly, and Night Witch slipped inside like a shadow accustomed to the routine. Her eyes gleamed at the sight of E-Wiz, his hair disheveled and his expression as if he'd lost track of time. "Sleepless again, my mad scientist?" she whispered, approaching with feline steps.
He looked up, his pupils dilated with caffeine, and gripped her wrist with desperate urgency. "Nighty, I need to explain quantum entanglement to you! If I can replicate it in the tower's circuits—" Night Witch placed a finger on his lips, but E-Wiz continued babbling about particles and probabilities, his hands gesturing like a conductor in a frenzy. She sighed, feeling his accelerated pulse against her skin.
"Honey, you haven't slept in six days," she murmured, trying to guide him away from the workbench cluttered with wires and papers. He resisted, clinging to the project like a shipwrecked man to a plank. "B-but the answer is here! It's just missing… it's just missing…" His eyes blinked too rapidly, the words jumbled in his dry mouth.
"You smell like stale coffee and stress," she said, burying her nose in his neck. The frantic pace of E-Wiz's words slowed as her fingers slid down the nape of his neck, finding the right spots. "N-Nighty, the magnetic field…," he stammered, but she only tightened her arms around him, stifling his protests. "Silence, my scientist. You're going to sleep tonight."
He wanted to argue—he always had—but his muscles began to give way as Night Witch started to sway gently, as if rocking a restless puppy. His eyes were heavy, but still resisted. "What if… w-what if I…"
E-Wiz shuddered suddenly, as if an electric shock ran down his spine. "N-no, not now!" He pulled away sharply from her embrace, almost tripping over loose wires on the floor. His fingers gripped the workbench covered in schematics, his nails scratching the paper as his breathing quickened. "You don't understand, it's all connected! The circuits, the particles, the tower—"
Night Witch frowned at his glazed eyes, jumping from schematic to schematic as if following an invisible trail. The pungent smell of burnt coffee mingled with the metallic odor of his perspiration. "You're seeing things that aren't there," she murmured, trying to move closer again, but he recoiled like a frightened cat.
"They are there! They're the patterns!" E-Wiz waved a chaotic drawing of wires and numbers under her nose, his fingers leaving ink stains on her pale face. "The t-tower will shut everything down i-if I don't—" His chin trembled, the words coming out in disjointed fragments. Night Witch felt a chill down her spine; she had never seen him so far from reality.
Night Witch let out a sharp whistle that echoed through the lab, and in seconds three bats emerged from the darkness, flapping their wings around E-Wiz's head. "H-Hey! What—" He tried to shoo them away, but the little vampires persisted, pecking at his hair and tugging at his ears with theatrical care. Meanwhile, Night Witch slid behind him, her light hands gripping the collar of his clothes.
With a fluid movement, she sat on the counter and pulled him close, wrapping her fleshy thighs around his neck like an armor of flesh and bone. "Rest," she ordered, her fingers sinking lightly into his tense shoulders.
E-Wiz tried to protest, but the heat of her body was already beginning to suffocate his resistance. His racing thoughts collided with the softness of her thighs, the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. "B-but… the e-electrons…" he murmured, before darkness finally overtook him, his heavy head sinking into her soft lap like a shooting star.
It was at that exact moment that Wizard pushed open the lab door, his robe hastily tied and his face, still swollen with sleep, covered in moisturizer. "For the love of King Royale, boy! Shut your trap or else—" his voice died in his throat at the sight: E-Wiz passed out, motionless as a rag doll, his face buried between the goth woman's legs. Night Witch slowly raised her eyes, a mischievous little smile dancing on her lips as she kept her fingers intertwined in the boy's tousled hair.
Wizard stood paralyzed, alternating between embarrassment and relief at seeing his brother finally asleep. "I… um… is he…?" he stammered, pointing at E-Wiz, unsure where to look. Night Witch gave the sleeping scientist's limp ear a light flick.
"He's dead tired, but alive enough for you to carry him to bed," she replied, stretching her legs in an invitation for Wizard to take on the burden.
The crimson wizard swallowed hard, carefully picking up E-Wiz by the armpits while Night Witch unwrapped his legs like silk ribbons. "Will everything be alright?" he asked, avoiding her eyes as he dragged his limp little brother. Night Witch jumped off the counter, adjusting her corset with a snap of her laces.
"As long as you and your older brother learn to control his caffeine intake," she sighed, disappearing into the shadows of the hallway with one last worried look at E-Wiz.
Wizard sighed, carrying his brother, supported on his shoulder, to his bed, finally sleeping peacefully. "I don't know how he managed to get a girlfriend like Night Witch being so… hyperactive," Ice Wizard commented, finally adjusting his pillow to sleep. E-Wiz let out a genuine snore when Wizard tucked the blanket over the younger brother, and they both chuckled. "What matters is that he's finally switched off now."
"And so are we, I couldn't stand his chatter in my head anymore." Both brothers exchanged a 'goodnight' before snuggling into their beds.
