DpxDc AU: Tim as a child was never given a lot of information regarding the scribbling messy handwriting that appeared over night all over his arms- naturally he came to his own conclusions.
Tim Drake was home entirely alone at 9 years old and was about to go out for the night to test his brand new long exposure camera lens when he sees the writing on his arm. It’s not English, like he assumed it was at first, but it was using the alphabet to represent… Tim isn’t bad at math but this formula is complex for his little genius brain.
Looking at his camera, he decides he can spare a moment to look it up, solve it, and get back out into old town Gotham in time for Batman and Robin’s final patrol lap. He does just that, finding the problem to relate to some aerospace engineering and then quickly deduces what laws and theorems need to be applied. He finds a pen, writes down his findings in much neater handwriting onto his arm, and goes out. It’s barely a remarkable night at all. He gets a much more memorable photo of Robin roundhouse kicking a hench person.
Things just continued on that way. Tim would find some complex math, physics or chemistry prompt on his arm (surrounded by various question marks or notes or sad faces)- he’d answer it as best he could and move on with his life. Perhaps his parents were manifesting these pop quizzes? Perhaps his subconscious felt guilty about abandoning his studies for more Bat related pursuits? Tim really didn’t care to think much about it once he became Robin- there was too much on his plate and too many peoples problems for him to fix.
Notably, however, after the attack at the Tower, the pop quiz appeared and Tim wrote back that he wouldn’t be able to find an answer to this one. It was the only time Tim questioned the markings appearance and it was because the next thing that appeared was “Hope you feel better soon.”
… his parents wouldn’t include that on a pop quiz. Cursed then. Tim decided it must be a curse, whatever, he’d deal with the implications later in life.
Tim then has the worst year of his life, hes 15, no longer Robin and the questions from his curse are getting less math oriented and more… philosophical. A lot of mentions of death that, in hindsight helped him actually grieve, and a lot of theories about dark matter and souls. Tim answers back as best he can but he’s drained and his answers aren’t very good in his opinion. He gets minimal feedback.
It all comes to a point that he’s at a family dinner, Bruce is at the head of the table, Jason has promised just to stay for dessert, Damian hasn’t thrown a single insult his way and Steph was laughing at him- when a new theoretical model appears on his arm.
“You’re just as bad as Bruce, Timberly. Hiding a soulmate from all of us, how fucking typical.” Jason points out, while watching Tim scribble back some math with a question mark onto his arm.
“A what? No, this is just a curse. I get pop quizzes every now and then.” Tim bats away Steph who rapidly approaches and began to analyze his arm (the rest of the family isn’t far behind).
“Drake. Explain how you came to this conclusion.” Damian seems more curious than anything, if his lack of insults was anything to go off of.
“Since I was young I’ve had at least weekly math check ins, I never had a parent or anyone else around so I assumed my parents had me cursed to ensure I stayed on top of my studies. Sometimes it’s physics or chemistry, for a while there it was a ton of philosophy and behavioral psychology.” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Master Tim, I believe the lack of adults in your life has led you towards a false conclusion. That is most certainly a soulmate mark. The individual to whom you are responding is undoubtedly your other half.” Alfred attempts to calm the room before explaining to Tim. Tim isnt sure if he believes the butler, though Alfred only very rarely lied, so he grabs the pen once more. He writes his first question back: “Who am I to you?”
The room waits in anticipation and within moments a brand new line appears on Tim’s arm and he is vindicated: “We do math together???”
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The reason Danny is failing English is because his built in homework helper sucks ass at metaphors and has apparently never read any classic literature. The tutor on his arm is great at puzzles and math tho.
Danny gets a reply back one night that he wasn’t expecting (Who am I to you?) and he mentions it to Jazz. Who goes insane that Danny didn’t even question it and just went with “meh, probably haunted” as his explanation for the phenomenon for all these years.
Apparently, if Jazz was right, he had a soulmate who was uh, super fucking smart. That was an overwhelming thought.
The next day Danny is in crisis mode and writes back “Wait, WHAT AM I TO YOU??? Can I help on your homework??”
Danny gets vindicated when the writing on his arm presents a shit ton of dates and information for an unsolved Gotham cold case. See, Haunted.
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Eventually between Danny becoming the top candidate for astrophysics at Wayne Enterprises and Tim Drake being outed as having contributed tips to the GCPD that solved cold cases- they meet and realize just how dumb they’ve been.
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Fluttery Feelings (Mio/Eunie)
There is nothing Eunie loves more than making Mio smile. And it flusters poor Mio to no end.
A/N: oh my god i wrote a thing!!! hello all 3 mioeunie enjoyers. i love these two so much... please play xenoblade 3. this is like.... suuuuper self-indulgent <3
warnings: tickling and tooth-rotting fluff ❤️
There’s nothing quite like an afternoon of quiet, Mio thinks as she runs her fingers through Eunie’s hair, occasionally brushing over one of her soft wings. Eunie looks just about ready to fall asleep; her eyes are struggling to stay open, and the way she nestles against Mio’s chest and her relaxed sighs tell Mio everything she needs to know that her girlfriend is beyond happy.
“Hey… Don’t fall asleep on me,” Mio chuckles. “You won't be able to sleep tonight if you nap now.”
“Mmn,” Eunie groans. “You're makin’ it very hard not to, bein’ so comfy ‘n warm.”
Mio leans down and presses a kiss against Eunie’s forehead, “I’ll have to stop cuddlin’ you, then,” she teases.
“Nooo! You can't leave poor ol’ Eunie by her lonesome!” The High Entian whines, lifting Mio from where she lay on the couch into her arms, pressing their cheeks together. “She needs her cuddles!”
Mio rolls her eyes fondly, “she also needs to be able to sleep at night.” Eunie huffs, before laying back down on the couch, taking Mio with her so that the Gormotti is laying on top of her. “I think this’ll just make it harder to stay awake.”
“Shhhh…” Eunie presses a finger to Mio’s lips and, because the opportunity presents itself (and because Mio likes to cause mischief), she bites the tip of Eunie’s finger. Her girlfriend yelps, even though Mio’s bites are more like nibbles. “Hey! No bitin’!”
“I barely bit you,” Mio grins. She leans forward to kiss the tip of Eunie’s nose, then she presses another kiss to her cheek, and then another, and another. Eunie’s giggling now, squirming from Mio’s affectionate onslaught as the Gormotti kisses all over her face. She can't help but notice how Eunie’s laughter sounds different—it's light and bubbly, more akin to Sena’s giggles. Mio loves Eunie’s laugh, she always has, and the many different variations it has. From the hysterical cackles whenever Taion reacts to her teasing, to the soft little giggle-snorts when something really tickles her, Mio adores all of it.
“Mio!” Eunie cries, not out of protest, Mio knows. Still, she can't help but chuckle as she leans back to smirk at her girlfriend.
“What? I thought you wanted my affection?”
Eunie seems to take that as a challenge, apparently. Still giggling, she wraps her arms around Mio’s torso and rolls on top of her, subjecting her to the same barrage of kisses Mio had just given her. The Gormotti squeaks, caught in her own giggle fit as Eunie peppers kisses all over her face, eventually moving down to her neck, and Mio whines.
“Eunie-!” Mio squirms. She feels Eunie’s lips curl into a smirk against her neck. Uh oh…
“What’s up, love?” A wing brushes against Mio’s cheek—as much as she tries to reel back her reactions, she can't help but snicker at the ticklish sensation. “Aww, are my wings ticklin’ you?” Mio nods. “Good, ‘cause that's what I was goin’ for.”
Eunie nuzzles into the crook between Mio’s neck and shoulders, while her wings brush against the sides of her neck. Mio squeaks, twisting this way and that, but nothing reprieves her of the tickling. Pressed between the couch and her evil, evil girlfriend, the Gormotti can do nothing but giggle up a storm, and she knows Eunie loves it.
It’s a well-known fact, to anyone close to her, that Eunie takes advantage of anyone’s ticklishness whenever she can. Even the day Noah introduced Mio to Eunie, she remembers how the High Entian would tease and poke Noah whenever she thought Mio wasn't looking. Noah had warned her, when she and Eunie began dating, to not let Eunie find her weakness, but not without giving her a knowing smile.
Mio didn't know why at the time, but found out later, he was the one who told Eunie about her ticklishness in the first place! And oh, did he suffer for that. A bold move on his part, for someone as ticklish as he is.
With or without justice served, though, Mio was still subjected to Eunie’s playful teasing, and truthfully, she didn't mind it. Maybe she even liked it… but no one had to know that. Least of all Eunie. Titans forbid she found out that Mio actually enjoyed being tickled by her… she’d never hear the end of it!
So, she keeps up her facade, as best she can.
“Eunie!! Nohoho!” Mio giggles, trying to push Eunie off of her. Eunie only tightens her grip, and now she’s nibbling her neck and sparks alive it tickles. So. Bad. “N-nNOHO nihihibbling!! Not thehere-!”
“Not where? Here?” Eunie lifts her head to look at Mio, hair messy and cheeks flushed, and her eyes sparkle with fondness. She smiles, tracing her fingers over the spot she was just nibbling, wings twitching happily as she admires her work. “‘s funny how one little spot can be so ticklish,” she says, probably not meaning to tease, but Mio’s cheeks flush darker regardless.
“You’re one to talk,” Mio pouts. Eunie raises a brow.
“Sorry?” She isn't sorry, her tone speaks more of a challenge. Mio takes it.
“You’ve got plenty of sweet spots yourself! Don't act like you don't!”
“I’m not,” Eunie chuckles. “I’m well aware of my own ticklishness, thank you very much. I just don't melt into a puddle whenever I get tickled.”
“Unless you get teased,” Mio grins. Now Eunie’s pouting. “Isn't that right, my little dove?~”
Eunie’s face flushes in surprise, and for a moment, Mio thinks she has the upper hand. That is, until Eunie’s grabbing her wrists with one hand, hovering over her with a grin she’s come to recognize all too well.
“You’re just askin’ for it now, love,” The High Entian’s free hand hovers over Mio’s stomach, fingers wiggling in anticipation, and Mio averts her gaze, squeezing her eyes shut and biting her lip to stop the anticipatory giggles bubbling in her chest from escaping. “Aww, ain’t that cute? I haven't even touched you, yet you're all smiles and giggles already. It’s adorable how you try and hold back…”
Eunie’s index finger begins tracing shapes over Mio’s tummy. The Gormotti’s skin jumps underneath the touch, breaths uneven and staggering as she tries to stop herself from giggling. She makes the mistake of peeking at Eunie, who’s looking at her with a smile so wide, so pure, Mio swears she could've melted into the couch right there. A familiar rumble resonates from her chest before she can help herself, so enveloped in the feeling of butterflies fluttering in her stomach that she doesn't realize she’s-
“...Mio, are you purrin’?”
Mio’s eyes widen, realizing that, yes, she was purring, and that she’d totally given herself away. Eunie’s eyes soften as Mio tries to hide her blushing face in her shoulder, but really, she can't hide from her. Not when the purring gets louder the longer Eunie circles around her tummy.
“Oh, you looove this, don't you?~” Eunie coos, gently scribbling her fingers over Mio’s ribs. “You like it when I tickle you like this? All soft ‘n gentle? Yeah?” Unable to deny it, Mio just nods, and she swears Eunie swoons at that. “Ain’t that just the most precious thing~”
Mio can't reign back her reactions any longer, and the restrained snickers and flustered whimpers become bright, bubbly giggles. Eunie’s wiggling fingers are merely grazing her skin, yet somehow it tickles so much worse. Her girlfriend’s touch is so agonizingly gentle as her nails trace over the ticklish grooves of her ribs—Mio can't help but squeak at that—and the loving gaze that’s fixated upon her only makes Mio feel more sensitive, somehow.
“Your laugh is so cute…” Eunie swoons. “You’ve always had the best reactions. Your cheeks get all red ‘n you try and hide it, but tryin’ to hide leaves all your tickle spots unprotected. Not to mention your lil’ squeaks and squeals are, like, the cutest things ever.”
“Nooohoho… ‘s nohot!”
“Is too! Don't you go tryin’ to deny it!” As if to prove her point, Eunie’s fingers drift over to Mio’s right side. She slowly traces her nails up and down the Gormotti’s side, and despite how soft the touch is, Mio’s giggling up a storm. She tries twisting away, but Eunie’s got her thoroughly pinned. Her sides are especially ticklish, and of course, Eunie is all too familiar with that.
“EunieehehEE-! DoHOHON’T— s-stohOHAP!!” Mio squeals. Her girlfriend only snickers at her ticklish plight.
“‘Don’t stop?’ Wasn't plannin’ to~” The High Entia teases. She lets go of Mio’s wrists so she can use her left hand to claw Mio’s left side. The Gormotti lets out another squeal, twisting away from the digits attacking her from the left, but Eunie's one step ahead. As Mio twists away, nails begin scribbling at her right side, which causes her to squirm to the left, only to be met with more tickles. Eunie has her trapped in a cruel cycle, and she falls for her trick every single time.
“Tickle tiiickle~” Eunie coos, watching as Mio continues to wiggle underneath her. Her fingers drag down Mio’s sides, only to worm their way underneath the Gormotti’s shirt. The gentle scribbling of Eunie’s nails against her bare skin only makes Mio’s laughter jump up an octave.
“EuniehEHEHEEEE!!” She shrieks. “ThAHAT—AHAH! Th-thahat’s not fahAHAIR!!”
“Oh, you think this isn't fair?” Eunie raises a brow. A mischievous smile creeps its way across her features, slowing down her ministrations so Mio can breathe. “Wait ‘til you see what I’ve got planned!” She pauses the tickling, but her hands still have a firm grip on her girlfriend’s sides.
“Sparks…” Mio pants, face flushed down to her neck.
“You alright, love?” Eunie asks. She gently brushes Mio’s hair from her face.
Somehow, Eunie checking on her makes her face flush even more. The genuine love and kindness she shows for her only makes Mio feel even warmer.
“Yeah… ‘m good,” she manages through deep breaths.
“You never told me how much you like this,” says Eunie. “I mean, you’ve never purred like that before when I tickled you.”
“It's… Ah… The soft… T-Tickles…” Mio looks away, flustered beyond belief. “I, um, like… the—ehehem! Hehey!” Before she can finish speaking, Eunie’s nails are ever-so-softly tracing slow little circles on the sides of her bare belly. Before long, Mio begins to purr in between giggles, her squirming more restrained like she's trying to keep still. It’s unfair, Eunie thinks, that Mio is this cute.
“Juuust like this, eh?” Eunie coos, and when Mio nods, the High Entia swears her heart explodes. “Sparks, you're adorable.”
Mio herself feels seconds away from bursting at the seams. The way Eunie’s touching her, her mischievous smile, her nails merely ghosting along her skin and sparks she's moving to the sides! It makes the relentless fluttering in her stomach so much more intense, her face flushing darker than it probably ever has. She can't help but try to roll onto her side, it tickles so much.
And then she feels Eunie’s fingers scribbling on her lower back, and all hell breaks loose.
“NohO—NonononOHOHAHAHA—! EEEHEHEHAHA!!” Mio shrieks, her squirming increasing tenfold. It's a useless endeavour, though, because it seems this is exactly what Eunie was waiting for. She wraps her arms around Mio in a tight hug, buries her face in her girlfriend’s neck, and both hands snake under her shirt to tickle her back. As Mio arches her back on instinct, it only gives Eunie more access to her worst spot. “NohOT THEHE—AHAHAHAA! P-PleheHEHEASE!”
“Please what?” Eunie asks, giving a gentle kiss to Mio’s neck. “Please do… this?” She blows a raspberry against Mio’s neck, delighted at the squeal Mio lets out. Getting an idea, Eunie briefly stops tickling so she can scooch back a little, straddling Mio’s thighs. Her head hovers above Mio’s belly, wings twitching excitedly and Mio’s already giggling again! She brings her hands to Mio’s sides to keep her in place, and grins as the realization of Mio’s fate creeps across her girlfriend’s face.
Eunie's lips meet Mio’s stomach, and she starts blowing raspberries, and Mio screams.
The Gormotti absolutely loses it. For the next few torturous, wondrous minutes, the world is nothing but the tickling. Eunie's wings come forward to brush along her sides as she continues to blow raspberry after raspberry until Mio’s laughter’s gone silent. She taps Eunie's head twice, and hesitantly, she pulls away, removing her hands from Mio’s sides.
She watches as Mio catches her breath, face still completely flushed and smile still wide. Yawning, Eunie lays her head on Mio’s chest, feeling the rise and fall of her chest and the beating of her heart.
“Eunie,” Mio says. “It's still too late to take a nap.” She shoots a glance at her girlfriend, who just snuggles in closer, pretending to ignore her. Mio rolls her eyes, smiling fondly, before an idea pops into her head. One that’ll keep Eunie awake, and will let her get her revenge.
Her fingers graze the sides of Eunie’s ribs, before she claws at the ticklish crevices between the bones, and once again, the room is filled with laughter. And Mio's heart is full.
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