#ticklish!dante

[pepperoniy]

Dante - Tk Headcanons

So the Devil May Cry anime is a thing that exists now. At least it's managed to reawaken my love for these characters enough to finally write for them on my dead blog! Here we go wacky wahoo himself:

Lee:

He's pretty darn ticklish, like a solid 7/10.

He won't deny being ticklish if asked, but he will start backing away slowly. Get any closer and you're getting a big nervous grin and some chuckles.

He'll bat at your hands and wriggle around a lot but he won't actually try that hard to get away. Because guess what...

He likes being tickled. Sure, being silly and goofy is fun, but he likes the physical touch even more. Not that he'll ever admit to it.

Bro's cool guy image crumbles basically instantly. You'll get a few empty threats at first but he's too busy giggling like a kid to be intimidating at all.

"You know m-most would see this an attack!"

It takes approximately 3 seconds for him to go from smirking all "go ahead and try it, see what happens" to giggles and "waitwaitwait-"

Worst spot? He's ticklish basically everywhere but his hips are probably the worst. His ribs, stomach, feet, shoulder blades... also killer.

Trace his abs for uncontrollable giggles.

The spots on his back where his wings come out when he's DTed are also super sensitive, it's like a hidden death spot.

Ler:

Do not let this man know you are ticklish. You'll never hear the end of it.

If he asks if you're ticklish? Rest in peace. You have a few moments before he pounces no matter what you say.

He WILL give chase and have fun doing it too.

He mostly just likes getting on people's nerves tbh. Plus, it's funny to see them laugh and squirm.

Likes to walk up behind people and taser their sides to make them jump.

Also likes tickle fights. Likes winning them even more. Likes mocking his victims even more than that.

"Oh, what's the matter? Can't handle a little tickling?"

He has a stupid grin on his face the whole time and he doesn't shut up either.

"What would happen if I moved my hands riiiiight... here!"

Tickles you if you don't laugh at his jokes.

"Your sides hurt? Yeah, I know, I'm hilarious... You're still laughing? Well, it wasn't THAT funny."

Prepare to get your hair ruffled afterwards while he laughs.

[nhasablogg]

Jealous

Fandom: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Characters: Ari/Dante

Summary: Ari tells Dante of a time he felt jealous.

A/N: Something short because I finally watched the movie and I missed them.

Words: 847

“I’ve never felt jealous before,” Ari said one day, the rain splattering against the windshield, different from the summer rain. He wasn’t used to spending autumn with Dante. Had only really seen his face during the summer. His face was paler when the sun wasn’t as strong, although autumns in El Paso were much different from autumns in Chicago, Dante had told him. The rain was merciful in the way it didn’t chill you to your core.

Dante took a sip of his beer, urging him to continue with his silence. Ari hadn’t meant to bring it up, but the booze was making him impulsive. “I think the word you’re looking for is relaxed,” Dante had once said with a laugh. And he was probably right. He wasn’t supposed to overthink every thought he had. Sometimes he just had to speak.

“I’ve never felt jealous before,” he repeated, turning his head toward the desert. “Until I saw you with Daniel.”

Dante didn’t say anything and Ari didn’t dare look at him. “I know it was my fault you were with him to begin with,” he continued, finding now that he’d started speaking he couldn’t stop. “I know I had no right to those feelings at the time. And I know in the grand scheme of things it doesn’t matter now.” He exhaled slowly, tightening his grip of his beer so that the can crackled. “And I know your, uh, interactions with him led to you being beat up. I’m sorry, it’s probably really stupid to think about it all and feel jealous.”

“Ari.” A finger on his jaw, forcing him to turn. Dante was smiling, always smiling, although there was something sad in his eyes too. “It’s okay. Feelings are supposed to be complicated.”

Ari had spent too many nights imagining Dante kissing Daniel, grinding up to him in an alleyway, back pressed to a wall. He’d imagined a different version of that too, before he’d found out what had happened. How replaceable he’d felt. How fucking stupid for causing that to happen.

“Ari.” Dante dragged out the word now, almost sang it. “Come back to me. Stop thinking about it.”

Ari shook his head. “Sorry.”

“There’s no need to apologize.”

“I knew I was lying in the car, when I told you kissing you didn’t work for me.” He grabbed Dante’s hand, brought it to his lips. “Maybe I didn’t fully understand it then, but seeing Daniel’s car in your driveway made me certain. And I got so angry because I didn’t know what to do. How to fix it.”

Dante hummed, extending one finger to caress Ari’s lips. “For what it’s worth, being with Daniel felt- wrong. I mean, it was fun to a certain extent. To experiment properly. But he wasn’t you, and I knew my heart wasn’t fully in it.” He pressed his other hand to Ari’s forehead. “You’re frowning.”

“Sorry.”

“Are you jealous still?”

“The idea of it isn’t very fun to imagine, that’s all.” He shook his head. “I know it’s stupid. I’m literally holding your hand.”

Dante laughed. “You’re cute when you’re jealous. I’m glad you told me.”

“Mm, you’re enjoying this a little too much.”

“Can you blame me?” Dante moved closer, all laughter lines. “You were jealous.”

Ari shoved his face away. “Oh, you better watch it, Dante Quintana.”

“Before what?” Dante’s smile had turned smug.

“I have my ways of taking you down a notch.”

“Is that so?” Dante leaned closer again, their faces mere inches apart. “Prove it then.”

“You sure you want that?”

“I want to see what you do, mostly.”

Ari could understand why he didn’t expect him to do it. Dante was still the more physical one, the more playful one. He’d probably forgotten that Ari knew about it, but it didn’t take long for him to catch on. A grab of his side. A squeeze, and another one. Not stopping even when Dante tried to move away. Laughter. Beautiful laughter reserved just for him.

“No, wait!” he cried, the car suddenly smaller. Ari was grateful they’d not brought Legs this time, as it gave Dante free reign to squirm and Ari just as much to follow. “This isn’t fahahair!” “I told you I have my ways,” Ari said with a laugh.

“Yeah, but tickling’s cheating!”

“How is it cheating?” Dante twisted and Ari went for his ribs, relishing in the way he tried to curl up and couldn’t fully. “I don’t remember us making rules.”

Dante changed tactics and leaned forward again, as if Ari couldn’t just go for the back of his ribs as he pressed his face into Ari’s chest, giggling still.

“You’re so cute,” he said. It had slipped out, but he didn’t regret it. Especially not when Dante groaned into his shirt, a telltale sign of him being embarrassed. Maybe Ari should speak more. It certainly had only done him good thus far.

As he pulled Dante closer, still poking at his skin, he had the thought that Daniel never had this. It was all Ari and Dante’s.

[nhasablogg]

Tickletober Day 11 - Competition

Fandom: Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe

Characters: Ari/Dante

Words: 536

[Tickletober prompts]

Dante started it. It was pretty stupid, he had to admit, but seeing the way Ari would grin, laugh, blush, and everything else that came with it, was too great to not endure it all himself too.

“Don’t laugh,” he said, because the whole idea was to see who would laugh first. He’d lost once already, but claimed Ari had cheated, somehow. It was weird because Dante definitely wasn’t the most ticklish one out of the two of them, and yet Ari kept from laughing each time.

“Oh, I won’t.”

They had their arms extended, both bare, using one hand each to trail up each other’s forearms. Tickling gently, seeing who could get furthest and who would giggle first. Ari made it to Dante’s underarms before he lost, but Dante had made it all the way to Ari’s neck before the time ran out. That was when he decided to screw the time and just see how far he could go before Ari laughed, because Ari always laughed eventually, although thus far it was after the time had run out.

“You’ll lose once I reach your tummy,” he said, and Ari’s lips twitched, as if he was imagining it and knowing Dante was right.

“You’ll lose in ten seconds,” Ari replied, trailing over the inside of his elbow, which made Dante want to recoil already.

Dante groaned. “This is so weird. How come you can stand it but always freak out when I tickle you properly?”

Ari flushed, something soft and lovely. “I don’t know. I guess my arms aren’t as bad as yours.”

“That’s such a weird tickle spot.”

“Well, you’re weird, so.” Ari was grinning. Dante curled his fingers just over his underarm, knowing he was cheating. “Hng, n-no-”

“Serves you right. I’ll get your knees later. I doubt I’ll be doing this enough to reach them.”

“That’s because you’ll laugh once I get your neck.”

Dante exhaled loudly, feeling his face heat up. “You’re mean.”

“Can’t handle what you’re dishing out, huh?”

They kept this up until Dante actually did reach his neck, letting his fingers swirl over the area beneath his chin, but he couldn’t concentrate on much seeing as Ari had reached his neck too, gently spidering over the sides of it just to tease him. Dante resisted the urge to scrunch up his shoulders, but the way a smile kept tugging over his mouth he knew the end was near, as cocky as he was acting before. “Fuck.”

And Ari laughed. It was probably at his reaction, but it was a laugh nevertheless, and Dante didn’t let him protest as he started cheering, moving out of his reach enough to go for his knees as promised, relishing in the way Ari finally, finally, laughed properly. “I won!”

“You cheated!”

“I won,” Dante repeated, singing it joyfully as he evaded Ari’s flailing hands and scribbled over the back of his knees. “This makes us even.”

Knowing Ari he would probably want to try again, so Dante moved from his knees to his thighs just to drag it out more so that he could compose himself before inevitably losing again. He knew himself too well, and he knew Ari too well, too.