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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.

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. ୨ Electric Wizard X Night Witch ୧ .

this is my first fanfic, hope you guys like it :3

Sitting on the table, the wizard held notebooks stacked on top of each other, open to pages filled with notes he had written himself. He read them meticulously over and over again in a low voice. Due to the obvious marks on the paper, the letters had been rewritten in dozens of failed attempts. His gaze, fixed on every trace of graphite left by the pencils broken on the table, showed his focus on what he was doing. In addition to the exhausting effort, he missed studying tirelessly to present his work; it reminded him of his years as a student, which he missed so much. That day, he was waiting for a long-time friend to spend the afternoon together and explain some basic concepts of physics in a superficial way; that was why he was studying static energy again, as was to be expected. Time had not been able to take away his passion for electricity, even though it hurt him every day.

He returned the notebooks to their previous place, among the messy table covered with books and loose sheets of paper, which he organised efficiently, yet sloppily. This was so that it would take as little time as possible. Getting up from the table, he walked lightly across the room to erase one side of the blackboard, which was held in place by a stand. Once again, he walked in search of a box of chalk, which was on the table where he had previously been sitting. As he walked, his thoughts were interrupted by four soft knocks on the bedroom window, followed by a gentle laugh and the recognisable sounds of bats, which grew fainter as the footsteps approached the window. “Welcome!” The professor greeted her, pulling back the curtains and opening the window, still awkward because she had arrived so suddenly. It was 6:00 p.m., as they had agreed. But he easily lost track of time when he was focused on something.

“Thank you very much... Good heavens, it got cold so quickly that I had to hurry before it started raining.” She smiled back, looking away in embarrassment, entering the room as quickly as she could. She left her shoes next to the axe, which was leaning close to where she had arrived, avoiding accidents and making it easier to see if she needed it. “I would have left it for another day if I had known the weather would be so bad today, sorry for the inconvenience…” He closed the windows, going around the bed so he could sit on the edge of it. He also invited the woman to sit next to him, patting the spot lightly.

“No problem, I love rainy weather, it's only bad when I forget to bring something to protect me from the water. Thank gosh I arrived before the rain.” She sat down next to him, superficially hurting her own fingers with her sharp nails, looking around the room to get her bearings. She turned her face towards the wizard, but did not see him there. He would have gone to one of the sideboards while pouring hot water from the kettle into a cup. He was very quick when he wanted to be, but too slow without realising it. “Do you like cinnamon tea? I remember seeing you buy a whole packet in the boroughs a few months ago.” He glanced at her quickly, continuing to pour hot water into the other cup on the tray.

“I actually love it, but I use it more for spells than for consumption. Cinnamon is great for improving self-confidence.” The young man offered her cup, she nodded her head in thanks for the tea, blowing on the steam rising from it. “I figured that was why, but I don't know anything about magic.” He admitted, drinking the content of the cup without caring about the temperature, which was already reasonable for consumption. At least for him.

“Wasn't you a wizard?” She asked in explicit doubt, wondering if she had misheard something. “Well, I don't think anyone else knows this, but I can only externalise electricity from my body because I drank a whole bottle of a shock spell. I was so tired that I thought it was my coffee. I'm just an inventor who had an accident, I didn't want to be a wizard. But I've changed my mind from dealing with so many problems because I don't have much control over my “property”...” He replied to her calmly, leaving the empty cup on the tray and returning to the Night witch's side. She had fallen completely silent, feeling guilty for the question she asked. “No need to feel bad, I'm used to it.” Said the electrician, lightly touching her shoulder with a gentle, carefree smile.

“I can help you with that, if you'll let me,” She said after another sip of tea. “Send me a letter when you're available, and we'll sort this out at the first opportunity we have.” She added, lighting a small blue flame on her fingernail as if it were a match. She tilted her index finger towards him, indirectly asking him to blow it out; he blew on it, impressed by the physical self-control she demonstrated with an act that seemed so simple.

“Thank you... bat” He nicknamed her, with another weak laugh, accompanied by more laughter from the vampire, who seemed to have liked what she heard. “I can't imagine taking shocks every day, I'll introduce you to magical practices.” She hated the idea of him suffering for most of his life, restricting himself from normal activities because of something seemingly irreparable. On the other hand, she saw the chance to spend more time with him, but she also put herself in his shoes. “I almost forgot, do you still want to hear a little lesson?” He asked as he got up, took a piece of chalk from his pocket and stood in front of the blackboard. “Whenever you want.” She also stood up for a moment, just to adjust her back and sit down again in the same place, while trying to keep her eyes focused on the board and attention in the voice lecturing her.

The inventor gestured sometimes to soften his rhetoric, pointing to parts of the blackboard, sometimes underlining phrases and repeating words already written there, defining concepts topic by topic as if he were talking about his own life. The minutes flew by, and little by little, the Witch lost focus in class. She found herself caught up in the sound of that gentle voice, uncertain in the intrusive thoughts that her mind projected with every movement of the lips of the man in front of her as he pronounced words she could barely understand. An involuntary twitch of one of her eyes brought her back to reality. The teacher was still talking, but already concluding his class. She would have listened to that passage with difficulty, but she did. Noticing the end of the class, she clapped her hands lightly in gratitude for his willingness to share his knowledge with her. “Gods, you explain so well... Have you ever been a teacher?” With the hand she used to support herself on the bed, she now retracted her muscles to hold the sheets. Still oblivious to her surroundings, her eyes did not stray from his lips for a single moment. And as always, he noticed no difference in the other's behaviour, who seemed intoxicated by her own consciousness, doing everything she could not to show it; it didn't work, but the wizard didn't even notice. “I have the necessary training to be one, but I've never actually worked in that field. I gave several lectures during my studies, and even earned some certifications.” He pointed to the wall next to the window, where the headboard of the bed rested. There were about fifteen certificates hanging there from courses in algebra, physics, chemistry, biology and their specificities, all organised in chronological order.

“Some? There are so MANY.” She would have turned to look at the wall, then taken a few steps forward to simulate a view of the documents. She was sure he would go in the same direction, probably to explain about his honours.

Finding herself exhausted from waiting, the woman touched her own face, between her lips to attract the young man's attention. “I think you have something in your face, here, on this side…” She spoke in a slightly lower tone of voice, while repeating the touch on her mouth two more times; without missing the opportunity to take another step forward, bringing him closer and closer to that wall, but maintaining a safe distance between the two people. “Where? Here?” He tried to do the same on his lips, also cleaning his moustache a little, in case something really was there. She licked her thumb and started to drag it across his mouth softly, while beginning an indiscreet caress on the back of his neck using her other fingers, taking another step closer. “More towards here…” The touch on his neck made the alchemist seemingly paralyzed, finally assimilating what was happening; silently agreeing, with almost no reaction beyond the blushing on his face. A few minutes ago, they were having a normal conversation. Now, the distress made his heart beat in a speed that could make him faint at any moment. He had never imagined getting this far with a woman like her, and he hardly knew what to do. He was just trying to improvise gestures that showed consent without knowing if it would work, hoping she understands.

Disoriented, the man blinked as if he tried to wake up from a hallucination. It made her stop running her wet fingers over his moist lips, and began to simply observe his clear eyes, waiting for some answer. Without a break, he brought one of his hands between her chin and face. The Witch immediately pressed her lips against his, leaning his head against the wall with a weak impact. They finally felt the heat of a kiss run through the rest of their bodies, like a poison radiating from the heart to every vein under their skin. The pleasant cinnamon taste of the tea they had drunk earlier made that kiss even sweeter, making his muscles relax for a short time, allowing her to continue pressing him against the wall. In this way, their bodies were close enough to feel each other's heartbeats, accelerated by the same desire that consumed them. Their lips touched in an initially calm kiss that started intensifying with some touches on her waist, which she responded to with light scratches on the back of his neck. Sometimes they exchanged glances and smiles without many pauses for breath. No other sound could be heard in the room except their low moans and the wet sounds of tongues touching themselves, combined with the almost inaudible friction of hands against the fabric of their clothes. While the rain ran down the rooftops outside the window on the dark sky; The cold of the night and the warmth of their emotions filled the room with a comfort capable of keeping them disconnected from the rest of the world for hours. The only thing separating them was breath, the absence of which made the wizard feel momentarily dizzy, while his heart, though calmer than before, was still accelerating. Both longed to continue what they were doing, but the woman started to feel some non-normal behaviour; his shaking hands and one of his eyes that were blinking repeatedly, which were not direct reactions to what they were doing. The vampire broke the kiss, caressing his face in an attempt to calm him down of whatever was happening. She was relieved to feel that flushed face return to its normal colour and temperature. But before she could ask what was wrong, she felt her hands slip away from him as if by reflex, the result of a momentary discomfort that he also felt instantly; a shock. His anxiety made the electrical problems worse, and the kiss had triggered this nervousness, which had been there since she entered the room. “Are you okay?” Asked the Witch, without ceasing to fondle his face, followed by a few kisses on his nose. These left traces of lipstick, as there already were on his mouth, before he got another shock. “It…It's just a few shocks, it happens all the time,” His right eye blinked two more times, while the Witch covered his face with quick kisses to deliberately mark his face, not caring about feeling any other electrical discomfort. As they panted after such intense kisses. This situation made her move a little further away from the man, glancing at the bed for a moment and then instantly returning her attention to his eyes. “ I was getting tired of the cold wall.” He obeyed the woman's silent gaze, returning to rest his legs by sitting on the bed. “Yeah, so was I.” She removed her cape, throwing it on the floor with complete naturalness as she revealed her blackish-blue hair. Carefree, she sat on his lap, touching one side of his neck as she kissed him from his chin to his collarbone. Sometimes forcing her thighs to stay closer to his hips, while he caressed one of her legs during that hot contact. Even though he seemed to know how to handle the situation, he had no experience. As much as things were flowing, facing his ‘fear’ was not easy. But he liked the troubles she was doing in his head; he was exactly where he always wanted to be.

Lying with his head on one of the pillows leaning against the headboard, the witch was on top of him, again. But now playing with the sensitivity of the skin of his neck. Between licks, slow kisses, strong bites and hickeys that would not disappear anytime soon. With one hand, the young man was stroking the girl's wavy hair, and with the other, touched the back of her neck, while muttering inaudible words amid heavy breathing and frequent grunts, which worsened when she discreetly moved her kisses up and down. Hearing his voice in that state made her delirious with thousands of dirty desires that would not be fulfilled at that moment, forcing her to remain neutral about all the things she was feeling in every moment. At this point, the man beneath her was in the midst of a kind of awake unconsciousness, with his eyes half-open, sensorially overwhelmed, but happy, as if he were dreaming while half awake. After an interval, he found the strength to extend his arms around her in an embrace, strong enough to rest his face in the middle of her cleavage, and she paid no attention to it. There was explicit sexual tension, but he seemed too in love to think only of that, and they both indirectly agreed with this.

Another comfortable silence filled the room as they embraced, warming each other on a night that was growing colder under the rain. The separation from that embrace had lasted seconds before continuing again. This time, face to face, sharing the blanket that was already on the bed. The taller one kissed her forehead, with lips pigmented enough to leave a mark there, much softer than the others that were on his own skin, unaware of it. He took one of her hands with pointed nails and caressed it lightly and linearly until he fell asleep in her arms. In a matter of minutes, before he could say anything. Completely ignoring the risks, the vampire intertwined the fingers of her free hand through the wizard’s black hair in a gentle but constant caress. When she later noticed that his hair wasn't standing on end while he slept, she smiled at his calm expression; she had never seen him look so peaceful. Some time later, she returned that kiss on his forehead with others on his hair, before whispering ‘good night’ close to one of his ears. She gave up fighting sleep and let that comfort embrace her chest in a rest, after persisting in staying awake. Without realising it, she was also asleep, with smudged lipstick and loose hair, in an embrace that would have changed her perspectives about what existed between them, which was not born that same day, but only detached from the fears that suffocated their feelings.

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Overlooked No More: Polina Gelman: Fearless ‘Night Witch’ Who Haunted Nazi Troops

She was a navigator with an all-female unit of Soviet aviators who attacked German troops at night, whooshing in wooden planes like witches on broomsticks.

A contemporary ink portrait of Polina Gelman. “The war gave her the opportunity to display extraordinary qualities,” a historian said.Tina Berning

This article is part of Overlooked, a series of obituaries about remarkable people whose deaths, beginning in 1851, went unreported in The Times.

They said she was too short to fly. It was 1938, and Polina Gelman, a teenager with her heart set on the skies, was trying to join a Soviet flying club. But in the cockpit of a plane, at a height of under 5 feet, she could barely reach the foot pedals with her toes and only peek above the control panel.

“Grow up, if you can,” a sympathetic instructor told her.

She never did grow tall enough, but she refused to give up. Instead, Gelman would train as a navigator — an adjustment that ultimately landed her a place in history as one of the Soviet Union’s famed “Night Witches,” the daring female aviators who flew bombing raids against the Nazis in World War II.

Gelman became one of its most celebrated members and the only Jewish woman who served in the war to earn a Hero of the Soviet Union medal, the U.S.S.R.’s highest commendation for military service, according to Arkadi Zeltser, a historian at Yad Vashem, the Holocaust memorial and museum in Israel.

“She was bright and ambitious as a young woman, but no one would have earmarked her for glory,” Reina Pennington, a historian at Norwich University in Vermont and an Air Force veteran who wrote a book about Soviet women fliers during World War II, said in an interview. “The war gave her the opportunity to display extraordinary qualities, not through any single act of heroism, but through a kind of stamina and determination that extended combat duty required.”

Gelman logged 1,058 combat mission hours — all of it under relentless German fire — with the 46th Taman Guards Night Bomber Aviation Regiment, nicknamed the Night Witches, or “Nachthexen” in German. The pilots got the name from powering down their engines as they approached their targets, whooshing through the darkness like witches on broomsticks.

Gelman was studying at Moscow State University on June 22, 1941, when Hitler launched Operation Barbarossa, the invasion of the Soviet Union that he expected to complete by year’s end. That October, as Gelman and other students were digging antitank trenches, “a rumor went down the ranks,” she wrote in an autobiography, that young women were being recruited for flying duty.

Gelman eagerly joined up. “Why should I study history when I can make history myself, you know?” she told Pennington in a 1993 interview.

She would be among a half-million Jews who are believed to have served in the Red Army, according to Yad Vashem. They fought not only for the survival of the Soviet Union, but also against the annihilation of their people in Nazi death camps in Poland.

“I have decided to go to the front,” Gelman wrote to her mother, adding, “I am a daughter of the Jewish people” with “a particular account” to settle with Hitler.

“Everyone was a patriot,” Gelman recalled. But these patriots were also “sisters.”

The night bombers flew Po-2 biplanes constructed of wood and fabric that had previously been used solely for training. (And because they had dual controls, navigators like Gelman often played the role of pilots.) Now they would enter battle against the most formidable military the world had ever seen. The planes’ top speed was about 60 miles per hour once fully loaded with bombs. “Sometimes a truck on the ground, a car, could go faster than we were going in the air,” Gelman said.

The planes “were very primitive,” Roger D. Markwick, an Australian historian who has written about women in the Soviet military, said in an interview. He added about Gelman, “The fact that she survived is actually pretty amazing.”

The shortcomings of the Po-2s turned out to be their strengths. Their slow speed, the materials with which they were made and their lacking radio signals made them nearly invisible to German radar and infrared tracking. As the planes approached German troops, the pilots would glide silently as they dropped their bombs.

The planes, about 40 in all, came in succession, each making as many as 15 runs a night. “What they’re doing is keeping the Germans from sleeping, making these random attacks that can come out of nowhere,” Pennington said.

Gelman herself flew 869 combat missions, standing out not just for her stamina but also for her precision, her composure under fire and her deep sense of political purpose.

Her experiences were at once representative and unique. “It is possible to call Polina Gelman, with full confidence, the embodiment of the roiling, fighting, revolutionary 20th century,” the author V. Selunskaya wrote in a postscript to Gelman’s memoir.

Polina Vladimirovna Gelman was born on Oct. 24, 1919, in Berdichev, Ukraine, during the civil war that gripped Russia after the Bolshevik Revolution of 1917.

Her parents were ardent supporters of the communist cause.

“When my mother was giving birth to me, a shell from the air destroyed half the hospital, and my mother was in the half of the building that was safe,” Gelman told the historian Anne Noggle, whose 1994 book, “A Dance With Death,” compiled oral histories of Soviet female aviators. Her father, Vladimir Gelman, was killed by counter-revolutionaries shortly after Polina’s birth; her mother, Yelya L’vovna Gelman, worked as a nurse during the revolution.

Polina was born in a region known as the Pale of Settlement, where Jews had been relegated under the Russian Empire; by 1926, Berdichev would be home to a Jewish population of 30,812. After her father was killed, Polina and her mother moved to Gomel, a city in southeastern Belarus that was also a center of Jewish life.

Gelman enrolled at Moscow State University in 1938 intending to study history. She reveled in the cultural plenitude of the capital. “Life seemed to us a holiday,” she wrote in her autobiography, “Of Battles, Fires and Friends-Comrades” (1995).

The holiday did not last long. As German tanks and infantry pushed toward Moscow, shattering hapless Red Army defenses along the way, the Soviet leader Joseph Stalin told Soviet citizens in a July 3 radio address that “everything must be subordinated to the interests of the front.” That effort would include women.

When Gelman and the 46th Guards were initially deployed, Germany was in the early stages of a plan to reach the oil fields of Baku, in what is now Azerbaijan, which would provide Hitler’s war machine with desperately needed fuel. The night bombers participated in assaults on German positions along the coasts of the Black and Azov Seas, as well as on the Crimean peninsula, where they dropped supplies to encircled Red Army troops.

The women were chronically sleep deprived. “We even had a kind of agreement between the pilot and the navigator that one of us would sleep going to the target and the other returning to the airfield,” the pilot Larisa Litvinova-Rozanova told Noggle, the historian.

As the tide began to turn, the 46th Guards accompanied Red Army troops across Belarus and Poland, and then into Germany itself. They flew their final mission outside Berlin, on the cusp of the Allied victory.

After the war, Gelman married Vladimir Kolosov and had a daughter, Galina. She studied languages and became a respected academic economist, retiring in 1990.

In her final years, she watched as the Soviet Union she had fought for unraveled. Having been born under Vladimir Lenin, she witnessed the ascent of Vladimir Putin.

She died at 86 on Nov. 25, 2005, and was buried in Moscow’s storied Novodevichy Cemetery, not far from the remains of Mikhail Gorbachev and Boris Yeltsin.

Pennington, the historian, interviewed the aging Gelman in 1993 in her Moscow apartment. As the interview ended, Gelman became concerned that Pennington was giving her too much attention.

“But it is not only me, we all had to fly, not only us, other crews as well,” Gelman protested. “Some people like to brag. I would not want to look like that.”

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