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hello :) would you write ler dolores and lee camilo? no worries if not <3

CAMILO TURN THE MUSIC DOWN!

Words: 1440

Fandom: Encanto

Summary: Camilo is blasting music in his room, but sadly for his sister, she had super hearing. When her brother refuses and smirks, she comes up with a reason to make him smile... revenge and sound cancelling headphones!

Warnings: I tried not to swear too much but there might be some bc well- it's me. Also mention of ears bleeding

A/N: HELLO. HELLO. okay- so this isn't my favourite fic BUT near the end I really like it. I really struggled on an idea for it so I actually messaged the prompter but right as the message was sent I came up with this- leaving them confused 🥴💀 I might write another Ler Delores and Lee Camilo but we shall see lmao. Any more Encanto prompts are welcome and welcome the first fic of 2022!

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"FROM THE TOP! MAKE IT DROP- THATS SOME WAP- THATS SOME WAP" Music blasted through the house, Camilo's voice almost as loud as he sang along and danced in his room.

"GET A BUCKET AND A MOP, THATS SOME WAP, THATS SOME WA-"

"Camilo!" Camilo looked up to see his older sister standing at his door, arms crossed and looking pretty annoyed.

"HEY DOLORES!" Camilo yelled, waving at his sister from the center of his theatre's stage. Next to his was a boom box which seemed to shake the room with vibrations.

"Please! Turn that down!" Dolores couldn't step into the room much more, her ear drums already felt like they were bleeding.

"THATS SOME WAP- THATS SOME WAP!" The song continued to blast around the room as Camilo ignored his sister's request, he began to dance around his stage, doing some rather strange and dorky moves with his arms.

"Camilo!- Camilo!" Dolores began to yell a little louder to get her brothers attention. Camilo had been blasting music all morning and nobody else seemed to really care, just hoping he'd get bored of it, and others were out helping around town. Dolores couldn't take it anymore though, her ears were crying and it wasn't even a good song.

Camilo looked at his sister with a smirk, continuing to dance, then shape shift into others in the family. Just feeding his sisters anger.

"Camilo!"

"Dolores!" He yelled, shifting back into his usual self, unable to hide his teenage boy smirk.

"Turn off the music! My ears hate it" Dolores had to cover her ears as she stepped closer into the room, it seemed Camilo was in a playful mood today because he wouldn't let down.

Camilo only sat down on the stages front, legs dangling down, a smirk on his face as he watched his sister fight the noises. The boy loved making people smile, but annoying his sister? That was a whole other level of joy.

"Camilo!"

"Yeah?!"

"turn it down!"

"Mmm... nahhh!" The younger smirked as he saw his sister storm out of the room. He started to dance as he sat down, smiling at his victory with WAP on in the background.

Suddenly his door flew open and his sister stormed into the room without flinching. Camilo jumped at the sudden noise.

Dolores began to storm towards her younger brothers, anger and revenge written on her face. She was now wearing big noise cancelling headphones over her ears, which surprisingly worked very well.

"Oh shit-" Camilo's face dropped quickly as he realised his mistake. He jumped off the stage but right before he could actually run away, his older sister had leaped on him, sitting on his waist.

Wap played loudly in the background, but it seemed Camilo was fighting for his life beneath Dolores.

"We can talk about this!"

Dolores only smirked, unable to hear anything but could see the distress on her brothers face as she wiggled her fingers at him.

"Delores- Sis- come on..." Camilo put his hands up, tryna make peace before he's get wrecked to pieces. Then again, he wasn't complaining-

"Tickle Tickle Camilo~" Dolores teased wiggling her fingers just above his ribs, nervous giggles pouring out of his mouth as the air tickled.

Dolores, though she couldn't hear anything, she could still see. Her brothers face slightly blushing and mouth twitching until a smile was all she needed to dive right in.

"Dolores! DOLORES!" Camilo screeched, laughter filling the room as fingers ran over his ribs, occasionally moving to his neck to cause a few giggled to pour out of his mouth.

"PFFT- DOLORES!" Camilo squeezed his eyes shut as he desperately bucked from the tickled, his face slowly heating up more and a smile breaking his fade.

"WAAHAHAITTT!' Dolores continued her onslaught, attacking his sides and hips making him curl in on himself and shift into Dolores a few times, then a few other random people on the family.

Camilo curled in on himself, feeling the hands wiggle on his sides, he couldn't block them, so instead he tried to hug himself, sitting up and rolling into his sister.

"Tickle tickle~" Dolores taunted, her mouth next to her brothers ear as she blew it gently, Camilo jumping abd tryna pull away as he became more flustered by the second.

"PFFT- DOLOREHEHEHESSS"

He tried screaming louder but his sister couldn't hear him, or how she was greatful to have these headphones, though she didn't like wearing then a whole lot because she would get uncomfortable from hearing so little, so used to knowing everything and hearing so much, having that taken away was frightening.

Still, Camilo continued to be absolutely WRECKED beneath her, squealing and squirming as Dolores attacked his sides, stomach, and ribs. Occasionally grippingbhis hips making him buck.

Camilo grabbed onto her wrists, forcing her to stay in one spot for a little longer. He was incredibly weak now though, and had his arms in a very awkward position which revealed his armpits. Dolores only smirked at him, quickly breaking his hold and going for the money shot.

Camilo screamed with laughter, slamming his arms down and flopping like a fish, twisting and turning as tears began to roll down his eyes as his death spot was attacked. Dolores knew this yet continued her onslaught until Camilo could bearly talk.

"Will you turn the music down?"

Camilo could only shake his head, but desperately trued to nod as he had his arms crossed, trying to protect his underarms.

"STAHAHAPPPPP I WILL I WILLLLLLLLL" He begged, unable to take much more of the torture. Dolores, still couldn't hear him though, so she asked again, smirking as she saw the horror of her brother realising she couldn't actually hear him, any if his pleas or screams.

He frantically began nodding, tears in his eyes and a wobbly smile on his face. Dolores began to slow her tickles slightly, pretending like she was thinking for a moment.

"Okay, but last thing before I go"

Camilo couldn't believe it was still happening, barely able to fight anymore as the song taunted him in the background. He hated it now, throwing his head back and looking at the dumb thing.

He quickly looked up again though as he felt his sisters cold hands on his stomach, pulling up his short as her head bent down.

"No- no Dolores?! Plehease- plehehase don't- I can't take anymore! I'm sorry please!" But, his sister couldn't hear him, and even if she could, she would have ignored him. His face and giggles would have forced her to continue, I mean look at him. His wobbly smile looked as though he was begging for more tickles.

Dolores smiled at her brother before pretending to use two fingers to walk across the skin, gently pushing him into a pool of giggles. He knew this was just his sister teasing him, but he honestly didn't now how much more he could take. He would scream bloody murder if she gave him a rasberry- so he viewed his mouth to hide the giggles, a blush growing stronger.

Dolores smirked, them in a splut second gave her younger brother a massive raspberry on his belly, making him kick and scream, giggles spilling out of his mouth along with begging laughter as he pushed on her head and fought for his life.

Dolores smiled at the mess she's caused, her brother sweating, giggling, and wide spread on the floor, eyes squeezed shut as if begging for the floor to swallow him up.

She got up and walked over to the boom box, turning the volume all the way down, then turning it off all together before removing her headphones and wearing them around her neck innocently.

Camilo only opened one eye and giggly smiled at his sister.

"You're the worhohrst"

"Next time, turn your music down before I kill you" she smiled, something evil behind her eyes which made Camilo shiver.

He could only lay back and laugh though, usually it was him making everyone else laugh or smile, someone else doing it to him? Tickling him? To that extent?! As much as he hated it... he loved it?

Dolores only chuckled at her younger brother as he sat up sightly, rubbing his neck as he laughed nervously. She walked past and gave his shoulder a squeeze which made him turn quickly and jump, scrunching his neck in, sideways.

Dolores walked out of the room, "keep the music off." And closed the door behind her.

Camilo was left in his room, nervous giggles slipping out as he had to rethink his views on tickling...

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YAYYYY LUISA AND DOLORES!!!

Arms Up, Luisa

Archer’s note: I��d never actually thought of taking requests for the fics I write, but I figured I’d give this one a chance. Maybe there’ll be more like this? Either way, my inbox is open if you’re liking these. Enjoy!

Summary: An overexerted Luisa needs help taking a break yet again. Delores has a plan - after all, what are cousins for?

“…143…144…145…Luisa?”

Delores Madrigal interrupted her counting with a soft clearing of her throat, glancing down at the cousin below who was currently in the middle of hefting her above her head as a part of her weightlifting routine, having gotten bored with boulders.

“Why’d you stop?” Luisa Madrigal breathed unsteadily, strength meaning nothing after it had been overexerted – as was the case now. “You know I usually go to two hundred. Did you need to go to the bathroom, grab a snack from Mom or–”

“No,” Delores laughed quietly, tilting her head to the side before returning it to its original horizontal orientation from being her cousin’s human barbell. “You’ve been doing this for hours.”

“Yeah, and?”

“And…let me down? Please?”

Luisa huffed but ultimately complied, shifting her cousin to the side and then letting her down to the floor. Her feet shuffled awkwardly, as if searching for something to kick and finding nothing. Delores’ eyes flicked to the movement as well as her all-knowing ears, almost vibrating from the volume of Luisa’s heart thudding in her chest, exhausted but unsatisfied.

“Thank you. You know, you shouldn’t push yourself like that–at least, not all the time. Remember what Mirabel said, you need to take–”

“Yeah, well, Mirabel isn’t here right now, is she?” Luisa snapped without thinking, and then her features softened, shoulders unclenching in embarrassment. “Sorry, I–”

“It’s okay. I heard your breath catch. But I do have a suggestion for our next workout, if you won’t take a break. Endurance, this time.” 

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You’ve seen Umbrella Academy right? Got any headcanons for the siblings? :D

YES I DO! I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH! I'll do headcanons in order of their numbers. Putting it under the cut cause I got carried away & they got longer than expected 

Luther-my big boy-he's always really serious & so the others will try to do everything they can to make him laugh-like it's a game they play & whoever makes him laugh wins-one time Klaus won just by screaming "LOOK WHAT I CAN DO!" & just fucking decked Diego right in the face. Luther couldn't stop laughing for 5 minutes straight-when they would get too loud & their dad was gonna get onto them, he always tried to take the fall-he's a big ol softie-totally cries like a baby when any animal in a movie dies-his favorite food is lasagna. He'll eat the whole pan by himself if no one's watching him, so Grace usually had to make two just in case-his laugh is really loud & booming. Allison likes to tease him that it shakes the whole room-being the "oldest" he likes to pick on all the rest of them, even now when they're all adults -he's the biggest tickle monster ever omg he'll just scoop up anyone that's near & doesn't let them go until he feels like they've had enough-he's ticklish too tho, & if you think his siblings don't take advantage of that you're dead wrong-his underarms are definitely his worst. Whenever he holds something above one of their heads they just dig their fingers in under his arm & it comes crashing down

Diego-the angstiest lad-he would always wrestle with Luther when they were kids & pouted when Luther won-if he gets over excited or emotional his stutter will come back for a few seconds-he played the knife game a lot & one time accidentally stabbed his hand. Five & Klaus laughed their asses off as he cried & Grace had to doctor his hand-he always acts super tough & broody all the time but actually is a pretty sweet dork-he isn't the biggest fan of his laugh so he has a fake chuckle he uses instead. His family are all like "wtf that's not how you sound"-you ever heard Tom Hardy laugh? That's what he sounds like-it's really high pitched & bubbly -it embarrasses him so it takes effort to get him laughing like that, but if they ever want to hear it they just have to squeeze his knee & he falls back in loud laughter-he tries to act like he's not ticklish & will hold out for as long as he can before he gives up-his hips and thighs are the worst & he gets so desperate it's adorable-like he'll be a begging pleading mess after only a few seconds-no lie he pulled a knife on Five when he snuck up on him & squeezed his hips-he gets embarrassed about how ticklish he is & if anyone teases him about it he blushes SO hard

Allison-my cool daughter-she's literally so caring but doesn't always know how best to show it-the Mom Friend-after mending her relationship with Vanya they have sleepovers like once a month-if any of the siblings are sick she makes a big pot of soup-would kill for Claire if need be-the master of hide & seek cause she's played it so much with her daughter-a very teasy ler-she'll wiggle her fingers at you to let you know what's coming before chasing you-100% calls herself the tickle monster-has the sweetest laugh ever-her neck & knees are her sweet spots but her stomach is a close second-will literally screech if you scratch behind her ears

Klaus-the very definition of disaster gay(pan)-either looks like a trash ass hobo or an utter king, there's no in between-after he gets sober he practices his abilities practically day & night with Ben so he can summon Dave-once he finally does they hold each other for so long & Klaus cries for 15 minutes straight before he's able to speak coherently -Dave stays pretty consistently after that, tho not as much as Ben-the fact that no one ever takes him seriously actually hurts his feelings a good bit but he's Klaus so he can't let them know it affects him-pretty secretive about his power cause he doesn't like talking about it-tried his best to keep his ptsd a secret from the others but Diego picked right up on the signs & once things calmed down after the apocalypse he told the rest of the family-after getting better with his ability he summoned Ben so that the others could see him. He was the only one not to cry cause he's used to seeing him constantly(but he did tear up from seeing everyone so emotional)-says the most random things whether he's high or not-once ate a tube of toothpaste because he refused to go to the store & buy groceries -a very bouncy & giggly boy-just has so much pent up energy-everyone always gangs up on him cause he says something annoying or just cause-low key does things to provoke his siblings-if you get his ribs or underarms, congrats you've killed him-his feet are pretty bad as well-but his hips are def the worst. & since he's so skinny all you have to do is drill your thumbs into the bone to drive him up the wall insane-now that Ben can actually touch him without phasing through him he totally tickles him all the time-Klaus honestly likes being tickled cause he thinks it's fun & it helps him relax-but you better watch out, cause as he likes to say, karma is one hell of a bitch-he's super teasy, but in like a casual way? Like he can destroy someone while also having a completely normal conversation. He'll even sh them if they're laughing too loud!-loves to act oblivious while tickling you. He'll be all "why are you laughing, I'm not that funny! Oh I'm sorry, does that tickle? I didn't even notice"

Five-he's a very feisty boi-ultimate sass master -literally has a comeback for everything-he's really touch starved after spending so much time alone in the apocalypse -time traveling fucked with his brain so he mutters incoherently to himself a lot-hates that he appears younger than his siblings because he's older & wiser damnit!-uses his young appearance to his advantage tho, so it has its ups & downs-ever since his rediscovery of puppy dog eyes he can get almost whatever he wants-he can hide anywhere cause of his small size, so good luck trying to find him-misses Delores with all his heart. With his messed up mind he saw her as an actual person & losing her hurt him -he uses his ability to trap & corner his siblings so that he can attack them-like Diego or someone will tease him & try to sprint away only for Five to pop up in the doorway leaning casually like "oh I'm sorry, did you think I'd let you get away with that?" before he tickles him-he will show absolutely No Mercy, once he gets a hold of you, he won't let go until he feels like it-also uses his ability to dodge out of family tickle fights cause he knows they'll get him if he doesn't -like Klaus, he's also ganged up on, & it's even easier since he's tiny compared to the rest of them-his laugh is a really loud cackle & his eyes & nose scrunch up a lot, it's adorable-he swears like a sailor when tickled & thrashes around, but nothing really helps-he claims he's "too old for this shit" but Luther's like "you're never too old for this" before straight up murdering him

Ben-my dead son-it's hard for him to see all of his family but being unable to interact with them-he just wishes he can hug them & talk to them one more time-when Klaus finally made it happen, he was so overjoyed it was the sweetest thing ever-sick & tired of all the hentai jokes unless he's the one making them-used to be embarrassed about his power but now realizes how cool he is-was already bffs with Klaus when he was alive but they've gotten closer now that he died-pretty easy going & wants to have fun-helped keep everyone together & kept them from tearing each other's throats out, so once he hit the dust the family just kinda drifted apart-the fact that he has powers helps him stay around even when Klaus is high. Plus he's just stubborn & doesn't want to leave -gets kinda sad when he sees the other kids messing around & targeting each other cause he can only watch-his worst spots are his back, stomach & hips & he basically will go limp if you tickle him, he just gives up-has really breathy laughter-will tear up 5 seconds after laughing my precious boy-after he gets the hang of his powers, Klaus surprised him out of nowhere & attacked him for no reason-he claimed he was making up for lost time but Ben said he was just being mean-he'd be lying tho if he said he didn't enjoy every second of it

Vanya-my sweet baby dear, poor child-she's only just now learning to love herself-has major trust issues, & the shit with Harold did NOTHING to help-cried for like a week after the apocalypse cause she just feels so guilty & sorry-mended her relationship with Allison & loves her sister so much-almost cried when Claire called her Aunt Vanya-very claustrophobic-as much as she loves classical music, she also really loves classic & alternative rock-Diego literally had to beg her to play The Devil Went Down to Georgia but he managed to convince her & everyone was #shook-gets really embarrassed when anyone compliments her about anything & tries to deny it-apologizes over the smallest things. Allison told her she doesn't have to & she's trying to break the habit-really enjoys practicing with her power now that she knows she has it. She's gotten a lot better at controlling it-still pretty scared of Luther. He's apologized for everything & she forgave him but she can't help but flinch if he moves too quickly towards her, & it kinda breaks his heart -even more touch starved than Five cause while he had a childhood with the others, she was isolated & alone & had very little contact. It wasn't until after the apocalypse that she experienced a true genuine hug-always got sad when the others would play around & laugh & have fun cause it was one more thing she wasn't included in, so she's used to just hiding away by herself to practice -was barely ever the target during a tickle fight so she barely even remembers what it feels like-she honestly thinks she's grown out of it(spoiler alert: she hasn't)-a tickle fight breaks out while she's reading in the living room & out of habit she tries to go to her room cause she's used to disappearing without being noticed but Five teleports in front of her & is like um where the hell do you think you're going?-so she's like "to go read?" & by this point they have Allison & Diego's attention & Five's all "so you think you can just slink away scot free?" She tells him she's not ticklish & he belts out a laugh "I seem to remember otherwise" "well you're also like 60 so..." & that's how they found out she's still extremely ticklish-they never let her live it down-I mean they gotta make her feel included right? So it would be rude not to-her ears/neck, sides, & feet are death spots, she can't handle it-not much of a ler, but when she is she uses her skilled musician's hands to utterly wreck you, but overall she's pretty gentle-when she hears laughter her powers kinda go nuts(it's just a genuinely pure sound so she tends to really focus on it)& if it's her own laughter then it's even harder for her to control her abilities cause that fact makes her embarrassed & jittery so it takes her a while to calm down

Sorry this took so long, I've been pretty busy! But I had such a blast writing these so if you'd like to hear more or just want to talk about UA hit me up cause I'm always down to screech about my children(you can probably tell who my favorites are based off the length of each of their headcanons)

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Lembras-te de Sarajevo?

http://fugas.publico.pt/Viagens/372288_lembras-te-de-sarajevo?pagina=-1 André Cunha. 15.04.2017.

Vinte e cinco anos depois do início do cerco, descascar as várias camadas da cidade continua a ser uma viagem e uma missão quase obrigatória para qualquer cidadão da Europa. Foram já tantos e tantos regressos, mas não há uma única vez em que não tenhamos vontade de abraçar este coração dos Balcãs.

Ande eu por onde andar vou sonhando contigo e todas as estradas me levam para ti, aqui vou caminhando com saudades daquelas tuas luzes Sarajevo, meu amor

Lembras-te daquela primeira vez? Seria 2000, talvez 2001, era de noite, vínhamos de uma Mostar ainda sem a histórica ponte velha reconstruída, e a cada episódio mais balcânico da viagem logo o Faruk Boric ironizava

Isto é puro orientalismo!

E primeiro ria ele sozinho, e depois ríamos todos, já era o inexplicável humor bósnio a contagiar-nos, já era esta ex-avenida dos snippers e já era, mesmo se eu ainda nem sequer lhe vira a lombada até então, uma das mais belas páginas vivas do que é ler por dentro o Orientalismo de Edward Said, esse livro quase sagrado do Outro, que se entranha vivendo ou viajando por lugares assim, Sarajevo, Belgrado, Istambul, e deve ser ainda mais assim em Jerusalém, não tivesse sido esta cidade chamada, um dia, a Jerusalém da Europa. Hei-de ir comprová-lo, à Sarajevo do Médio Oriente, aqui mais do que Próximo.

Quando se entra pelo lado ocidental, por terra ou pelo ar, entra-se sempre por aqui, rasgando a avenida com o eléctrico 3. No espelho retrovisor vai tremendo, bem lá para trás, não longe do aeroporto, aquela casa que é um dos postais mais duplicados da antepenúltima guerra na Europa, que era para ser a última, que era para nunca sequer ter sido, caíra o muro em Berlim, “Cemitérios na Europa, Nunca Mais!”, repetiam lá longe, “Nunca Mais!”, Kohl, Miterrand, Delors, mesmo Gorbachov, e Bush e Clinton, claro — todos eles soam como papagaios hipócritas a esta distância. Como é que eles se lembram de Sarajevo?

A tal casa, ainda baleada e que retenho meio desfocada, é conhecida como a Casa do Túnel da Esperança. Por ali se saía do cerco e por ali se voltava. Por ali entravam alimentos mas também algumas das armas que alimentavam o lado de dentro do “cerco mais longo da história moderna”. A visita ao pequeno museu é apresentada, pelas agências locais, como “a tour mais popular de Sarajevo”, num roteiro que inclui depois passagem pelo parque das Olimpíadas de Inverno de 1984 e os cemitérios nas cercanias. Pode bem ter sido pelo túnel escondido naquela casa que entraram as cebolas com as quais, à luz das velas, foram improvisados uns certos bolos amargos daquele infeliz ano novo que chegava. Lembras-te de Sarajevo, Adelino Gomes, quando um litro de gasóleo valia cinco contos? Lembras-te de certeza de contar no PÚBLICO, a 2 de Janeiro de 1994, a história de Zumreta Beslagic que

...mesmo sem chocolate, açucar e manteiga decidiu fazer bolos para celebrar a data. Uma forma de resistência que partilha com outras mulheres ao sair maquilhada, e com a sua melhor ‘toilette’, dia após dia, para o centro histórico da cidade. (...) “É de propósito que me visto assim, vou mais vezes ao cabeleireiro do que no tempo de paz”.

Acho que também te lembrarás para sempre, Adelino, se um dia aqui voltares, daquele vestido azul que vou ver daqui a pouco no recém-aberto Museu ‘Infância na guerra’. As crianças de Sarajevo e da Bósnia e Herzegovina, as que aqui chegaram e se querem lembrar, fizeram um museu onde cada objecto é narrador de uma história. Este vestido conta-nos um pouco de um corpo adolescente a crescer, Emina, nascida em 1976, que podia ser filha de Zumreta ou de uma sérvia, de uma croata, de uma judia, de uma rom, ou de uma jugoslava já que havia tantas uniões, de facto, mistas, como aliás qualquer união — ela é uma filha de Sarajevo cujo vestido azul é agora peça de museu.

Encontrei este vestido num apartamento abandonado em 1993. A sua cor viva jogava com o proibido, porque nós, como cidadãos da Sarajevo cercada, éramos alvos constantes para os snippers (...). E enquanto as pessoas, temendo pelas suas próprias vidas, se vestiam de cores pardas, desbotadas, eu usava este vestido azul claro, vivo. Era um símbolo de desafio e da minha vontade de viver.

Havemos de chegar ao museu, mas o eléctrico 3 ainda agora começou o seu percurso de todos os dias. O primeiro checkpoint da memória, em qualquer regresso à cidade por este lado, é sempre o novo edifício do jornalOslobodjenje (Sloboda é liberdade, nome de jornal, deu também um nome próprio muito desapropriado a Milosevic), um moderno prédio de negócios, no lugar onde antes se equilibrava de pé, durante bem mais do que uma década depois do cerco, aquele que era o ex-líbris de entrada na cidade — a ruína do jornal que nunca se deixou arruinar durante a guerra, continuou sempre a sair, porque continuar era sobreviver. Um jovem mochileiro recém-chegado que viaja ao meu lado nem sequer dá por isso, nem poderia, o que tem afinal de turisticamente belo um gigante espelhado, com o Hotel Randon Plaza e o cheiro do McDonald’s quase a entrar pelas janelas do Oslobodjenje, naquele lugar onde estava antes uma ruína que quase, quase todos quiseram apagar? É sempre muito minoritária a ideia de defesa de um património simbólico destruído e, em boa parte, tem sentido. Faz mal lembrar tudo a toda a hora, e continuar continuando.

O turista segue atento ao GPS do telefone que o há-de guiar até ao seu hostel— será ao Franz Ferdinand? — assim que o 3 acostar na Ponte Latina. Ainda falta muito, digo-lhe, e penso comigo: deves ter um quarto de século de vida. Não, tu não te lembras, e ainda bem.

Welcome to Sarajevo!

O eléctrico chia ao travar no Hotel Bristol, a seguir vem o antigo Holiday Inn, agora apenas Holiday, sempre amarelo forte. Mantém-se ali o logótipo das Olímpiadas do Inverno de 1984, para os mais velhos, a última chama de uma felicidade perdida. Nas costas desta fila de prédios, já se prescuta o Miljacka, pequeno rio de grande alma, que não passaria quase da categoria de riacho, não escorresse ele por esta cidade e pela sua literatura, agigantando-se como os outros dois grandes clássicos de água da região, o Drina de Ivo Andric e o Danúbio de Magris e de tantos outros. Quando chove, as águas lamacentas jorram acastanhadas do anfiteatro de montanhas que abraça a cidade, geografia tão bela quanto estranguladora há 25 anos. Mas quando não chove, a água transparente do Miljacka — e como é saborosa a água nesta cidade — dá-nos uma paz contemplativa, a paz possível, como aquela que Ahmet Sabo, personagem principal de A Fortaleza de Mesa Selimovic, encontra depois de regressar a Sarajevo, no século XVIII, raro sobrevivente de uma guerra longínqua.

... Podia contemplar a água tranquilamente, sem pensar. Tudo fluía com suavidade, num murmúrio. Tudo estava em paz: o pensamento, a memória, a própria vida. Sentia-me descontraído, quase feliz. Fiquei horas a olhar para a água límpida, deixando que as suas densas ôndulas me banhassem a mão, como carícias.

O eléctrico com o jovem mochileiro segue, eu fico sentado, num daqueles bancos de beira-Miljacka: e como é que até hoje eu ainda não tinha lido A Fortaleza que começo a ler agora neste banco? Serve-me de consolo que é tão bom começar um livro no sítio certo. E é impossível amar Sarajevo e compreender os Balcãs, avisara-me um dia a minha amiga Marija, sem beber do rio de Selimovic.

Não vale a pena relatar massacres terríveis, o terror humano, as atrocidades cometidas por ambos os lados. Não vale a pena recordar, seja para lamentar ou glorificar. O melhor é esquecer. Que morra a memória das pessoas sobre tudo o que é feio, para que as crianças não entoem canções de vingança.

Também foi a Marija Danic, refugiada fugida de Sarajevo naquele Abril de 1992, daquele modesto prédio socialista ali do outro lado do rio — é mesmo aquele, confirmo nesta fotografia recente que ela me mandou há dias por email, abraçada a um dos amigos da infância abandonada —, também foi ela quem me falou, pela primeira vez, do Museu ‘Infância na guerra’. Daqui a algum tempo, também lá estarão no museu as páginas do diário que ela escrevia no início daquela Primavera, quando o inferno invadiu o seu bairro de Grbavica. Ela lembra-se de ouvir os sinos das igrejas em comunhão sonora com a voz do muezzin. E tu, Nick Cave, lembras-te?

Escrevi ‘Into my arms’ quando estava numa pequena capela em Sarajevo, escondida lá em cima atrás das colinas... 

Seria a própria Sarajevo a tua musa, Nick Cave?

And I don’t believe in the existence of angels / But looking at you I wonder if that’s true / But if I did I would summon them together / And ask them to watch over you

Não, Nick, os anjos não olharam pela nossa musa.

Grbavica foi um dos lugares mais duros do cerco. No filme que recebeu o nome do bairro, com o qual Jasmila Zbanic ganhou o urso de ouro em Berlim em 2006, a actriz sérvia Mirjana Karanovic faz o papel de Esma, uma mulher bósnia muçulmana violada por um homem de origem sérvia durante a guerra. Sara, a filha, pensava que o pai era um herói de guerra morto a lutar pela cidade. Na cena final, aqui em frente ao Holiday, Sara e as amigas partem de autocarro, numa excursão da escola secundária. E enquanto nós vamos tentando matar as memórias mais feias do filme, para que as crianças não entoem canções de vingança, a filha de Esma e as amigas vão trauteando o popular tema de Kemal Monteno, escrito em 1976, Sarajevo, meu amor.

Esta paragem do 3 permite descascar muitas camadas da cidade até sentirmosSarajevo Now, como está inscrito numa pequena faixa pendurada no muro do Museu da História da Bósnia e Herzegovina, cujo nome gravado na pedra branca suja, em círilico e em latino, é uma das poucas marcas arqueológicas da convivência dos dois alfabetos deste lado da cidade. Para muito círilico, só mesmo indo a Sarajevo Leste.

Nas traseiras contíguas ao paralelipípedo suspenso do edíficio do museu, fica o Café Tito — não é “jugonostalgia” para turista ver, é mesmo “jugonostalgia”. Acaso desta passagem: mesmo em frente ao solene e autoritário busto de Josip Broz, uma jovem estudante universitária endorsa uma t-shirt do The Wall dos Pink Floyd. Tito olhos nos olhos com um muro.

Também vizinho do Miljacka, o Museu Nacional começa na própria rua com as seculares pedras tumulares no relvado em frente ao edifício de arquitectura austro-húngara, porque aqueles mortos chegaram ali antes do museu, não fosse a relação dos túmulos com o corpo vivo da cidade umas das características mais fascinantes e únicas de Sarajevo. Poucas centenas de metros à frente, páro quase sempre no pequeno "parque das pedras" onde me interpela a estátua rectlínea de Djuro Djakovic (comunista morto em 1929), não só porque parece que ele se abraça a si próprio - o que é algo intrigante - mas porque a estátua tem algumas marcas de balas que, provavelmente, vão perdurar mais tempo na pele da escultura do que aqueles buracos na fachada de um prédio ali não muito longe.

Foi numa das pontes desta zona onde, a 5 de Abril de 1992, morreram Suada Dilberovic e Olga Sucic atingidas por um snipper, no meio de uma grande manifestação pela paz. É considerado o primeiro dia do cerco. No chão, numa ponte vizinha, alguém desenhou dois quadrados e escreveu "LUGAR PARA BEIJOS", enquanto a tinta vermelha das rosas de Sarajevo - intervenção artística que marcava lugares manchados de sangue - se vai apagando. Mas quem conhece, identifica logo a calçada de asfalto arranhada pela vida que provavelmente caíu ali, aos nossos pés. E lá muito de vez em quando, ainda desponta um borrão em que a tinta vermelha permanece, para nos lembrarmos como são bons os lugares para os beijos. Into my arms, oh Sarajevo!

Ser criança agora!

Vai engrossando o rio humano que é o nosso 3, meia cidade deambulando dentro do eléctrico, entre Ilidza e Bascarsija. Próxima estação: Teatro Nacional. Foi na actual praça Susan Sontag que a intelectual norte-americana, com Haris Pasovic, encenou À espera de Godot, no Festival de Teatro e Cinema de Sarajevo, em 1993.

Serpenteando de novo o rio, ao lado da sinagoga, é impossível não reparar no Papagaio, edifício socialista-tropical (deve ter sido uma inspiração não-alinhada), logo seguido de uma pequena mesquita. De olhos por cima do mapa, é possível descobrir algumas cruzes cristãs em latitudes próximas, mais ou menos escondidas do horizonte visual. E eis-me no jardim do pavilhão musical, onde sempre me sento a tomar um café, desta vez a imaginar a escritora Alexandra Lucas Coelho a conversar aqui com uma das suas personagens de Ž, conto passado entre Belgrado e Sarajevo, que saiu no PÚBLICO a 17 de Maio de 2015.

Recordo uma personagem de Alexandra que se lembrava da infância passada numa cave-bunker-escola. Havia uma bicicleta parada e ele e a mãe — o pai estava na linha da frente — pedalavam para produzirem energia para um rádio dar notícias, cinco minutos que fosse. E talvez ouvissem, efabulo, a lendária rádio Zid do não menos lendário Zdravko Grebo. Podia estar a passar aquela cassete — ou seria uma bobine? — do primeiro concerto internacional do cerco, em 1993, quando depois de Imagine de John Lenon, Joan Baez cantouSarajevo, ljubavi moja, a melodia de Monteno, original que corre agora em fundo nas colunas do café.

E de repente parece que alguém tinha escrito este guião: uma mulher de mais de 30 anos levanta-se da mesa onde estava com os amigos e vai sentar-se no dorso de um pequeno Estrumpfe, daquelas máquinas para crianças, e vai introduzir na ranhura uma moeda de um marco, para um minuto de alegria. Será que o Estrumpfe aguenta o peso de um adulto? Cai a ficha, o Estrumpfe balança para trás e para a frente, até que os amigos troçam dela carinhosamente, que já não tem idade para brincadeiras, dizem eles, e ela:

Quando eu era criança havia uma guerra, posso ser criança agora!

25 anos depois.

Passamos a Ponte Latina, com a narradora de Ž, no mesmo sentido em que o Arquiduque a atravessava em Junho de 1914, quando a Europa já morria nas pontes.

Na esquina em frente há um minimuseu onde podemos ver, por exemplo, como as armas do assassino — Gavrilo Princip — eram mínimas. Um revólver menor do que a palma da minha mão. Ele próprio parece um homem pequeno, de olhar melancólico. Um sérvio da Bósnia, tão anti-austríaco como anti-otomano, que acreditou febrilmente numa futura Jugoslávia.

Lembras-te de Sarajevo, Alexandra? O assassinato naquela esquina do mundo até dava um outro conto, com detalhes tão (in)verossímeis, dignos do melhor humor bósnio, como aquele frame a preto e branco em que um dos cúmplices de Gavrilo, ao falhar uma das tentativas anteriores para eliminar Ferdinand, e não tendo por onde fugir, esboça um suicídio, atirando-se de uma daquelas pontes de poucos metros de altura para o Miljacka, de facto, quase um riacho.

Saio do Museu e dou de caras com um Charlot a cores. Se eu fosse o Charlot — pedira-lhe eu uma vez aqui, no centenário da Primeira Guerra Mundial, com o microfone da rádio já ligado: estamos em 1914, se eu fosse, continua Faruk...

O que é que eu, Charlot, faço neste momento do atentado? Não sei bem se sou um homem com consciência de que a História está a passar à minha frente, da mesma maneira que este eléctrico passa pela rua. O que é que o Charlot faria aqui?

(muitos risos, longa pausa) 

Talvez começasse a chorar... Imagino que ele se ia embora, vagabundeando por algumas destas pequenas ruas. Ou então apanhava um táxi e dizia numa linguagem que ninguém ia perceber: “Foge, foge, foge! Para qualquer lado, para o Norte, para o Oeste, para qualquer lado!...” No fundo, neste lugar sente-se uma espécie de excesso da História que não se pode explicar. Esta nossa Sarajevo talvez tenha demasiada História para uma geografia tão pequena.

Faruk Boric tem mesmo o seu quê de Charlot. Não fisicamente, como até Gavrilo teria, mas naquele caminhar e no seu je ne sais quoi de criança. Vir a esta cidade é isto que não cabe em guias de viagem: ganhar amigos, brincar com eles, descobrir pessoas monumentais, ajudá-los a continuar Sarajevo. Porque alguns deles lembram-se do que é perder um amigo numa guerra, enquanto eu só perdi, e ainda não o sabia, os amigos daqueles que haveriam de ser os meus amigos de hoje. Só me posso lembrar daquilo que se lembram os meus amigos.

As árvores deste Abril salpicam de manchinhas brancas as encostas por onde a cidade sobe até se transformar em aldeia. Era numa colina como aquela ali, onde um pequeno cerejal tão florido evoca as últimas lágrimas de neve de um Inverno a sair de cena, que ficava o ninho do amor de Ahmet e Tijana, imaginado por Mesa Selimovic. Uma primeira edição de A Fortaleza, publicado em 1970, foi de certeza absoluta um dos milhares de livros que arderam no verão de 92, quando a líndissima Vijecnica foi bombardeada. Há quem se lembre das cinzas do livros, a voar pelos bairros vizinhos.

A caminho da Biblioteca “reaberta” em 2014, que recuperou o seu papel de câmara municipal de Sarajevo (o que também já tinha sido noutras épocas), paramos para comprar um maço de Drina, que há aqui muita gente que fuma como quem bebe água. De olhos nas letras gordas do quiosque, faço regressar o meu amigo à sua personagem sem bigode: e agora Faruk Boric, tu que já foste director do Oslobodjenje, da revista Dani e da Agência de Notícias da Bósnia antes de chegares aos 40, qual é a manchete dos amanhãs?

Isto é bonito e interessante para quem nos visita, como este grupo de turistas. Mas nós vivemos numa tribocracia, um sistema político que é uma espécie de neo-apartheid étnico.

A política voltou para a Vijecnica, os livros não.

Aqui no ventre do vale, o 3 faz uma curva quase impossível, iniciando o trajecto em sentido contrário. Do outro lado do Miljacka, fica o bar-restaurante Kuca Inat no sopé da colina de Alifikovac, que adoro subir até ao fim para ver o pôr do sol, desde o cimo do cemitério, mordiscando um mali somun comprado na padaria do bairro, mesmo sem os melhores cevapi da Bascarsija, a zona velha. Bem lá no topo, a vista é quase a mesma daquela fotografia dupla da histórica imagem que a revista Dani publicou no final do primeiro ano do cerco, com o título bilingue, Do you remember Sarajevo / Sjecas li se Sarajeva?, que haveria de ser o motto que também virou título do documentário dos irmãos Kresevljakovic, cuja história dava toda uma outra viagem ao longo deste vale.

Ao descer, sorvo lentamente um café turco na Kuca Inat. Inat é uma forma de resistência a uma força oposta, palavra visceral desta língua servo-croata-bósnia, toda uma ensaística para tentar traduzir aquela que é uma das realidades mais intraduzíveis dos Balcãs. Em português, talvez ninguém se tenha aproximado tão bem como o ex-jornalista Pedro Rosa Mendes, que se lembra de Sarajevo, sem nunca aqui ter posto os pés.

Quando vieres Pedro, não percas o Museu ‘Infância na guerra’, olímpico esforço de Jasminko Halilovic, Amina Krvavac, Selma Tanovic e restante equipa. Tudo começou com o projecto de um livro que Jasminko editou em 2012, juntando mais de mil frases de crianças que viveram a infância no cerco e a quem ele pediu, até um limite máximo de 160 caracteres, um tweet da memória de quando não havia tweets, uma frase, para um mural em forma de livro. O livro cresceu tanto, com histórias do resto da Bósnia e Herzegovina, que agora é um museu, porque muitos dos testemunhos, constatou Jasminko, contavam uma pequena história associada a um objecto. Como aquela do vestido azul de Emina desafiando os snippers. Um vestido, um brinquedo, um diário, um urso de peluche, uma guitarra, são já mais de 3000 objectos, outras tantas histórias no espólio do museu sobre o qual ainda mal consigo escrever alguma coisa. Está aqui representada, com uma dignidade inenarrável, a infância que foi roubada a estas crianças, que não puderam atravessar Primaveras como eu ou tu. Acho que nunca chorei tanto, mesmo se também sorri tanto com algumas destas histórias. E cerrei os punhos, com a criatividade, a resiliência e a energia destes heróis da paz. Como Nadja, nascida em 1978, de cujo diário do cerco copio para o meu caderno a letra deSarajevo, ljubavi moja. Por entre as memória de Nadja, reencontro um recorte da tal capa da Dani de 17 de Maio de 1993, com as duas fotos, tiradas antes e durante a guerra do cimo daquela colina, com o eterno título: Lembras-te de Sarajevo?

[marvel-m-lee]

Here's a prompt: Camilo was tickled very often by Pepa and Felix but as he grew up he thought it was embarrassing (teenagers... deep down he still liked) so as teen he refused to admit he was even ticklish until his parents decides to give him a sweet tickle attack. sorry about my english :/

Are you t!cklish? No- that's childish-

Words:4472

Fandom: encanto

Summary: *prompt* Camilo thinks being t!cklish is childish and enjoying it it even wirse- his parents show him otherwise though...

Warnings: angst-t!ckling, the tword has also been banned so I censor it now x

A/N: HELLO. I've been sick all day with a headache and this was the only thing keeping me going- I wrote another one like this too but with Mira and Bruno, so hmu if yall wanna see it??

Also this is MUCH longer than expected- like way longer- but I love it so much 🥲

Also your English is great! I don't believe you mare any mistakes in the prompt! <33 hopefully you emjoy this or its at least similar to the idea haha :D

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It was a normal day in the Encanto, Camilo was going round, making everyone smile, laugh, and teasing his family, winding his siblings and cousins up the wall as per usual.

Everything was great... until just around tea time.

Camilo was the playful cousin. That was it. He was followed up by Mirabel and recently Isabela in his antics, no matter how childish or silly they seem, as long as they made his family and village happy and brought a smile to someone's face, he didn't care. Though there was one thing Camilo tried to stay away from-

T!ckling.

Why you may be asking? Well, when Camilo was younger, he would love the activity; it wouldn't be rare to hear a squealing Camilo somewhere in the house. He would usually go round and cause mischief, earning him the said t!ckles, and go round in that circle. Many of the adults had realized the boy enjoyed the activity so they would find any way to get him, give it a ball left outside or a sock on the floor, they would give the boy any reason to be wrecked into a giggly puddle on the floor.

Camilo would love every bit of it. Then his tio Bruno left... After that, he was still t!ckled sure, but it became rare enough that by the age of 10 and his younger brother Antonio being born, he never received any t!ckles, unless it was from his elder sister or Isabela- even so, it would only be a poke to the side at most.

By the age of 15 though, Camilo still seemed to enjoy the activity. Some days he'd just wake up, craving t!ckles for no exact reason other than waking up! It's like this secret joy taunted him because deep down, he also thought everyone had stopped because it was childish. If they knew he enjoyed it, why would they stop? He could never think of any other reason other than how everyone must have looked down upon him or how it was childish and embarrassing.

So he buried it deep inside him, whenever the activity arose he would always try to stay away or avoid it somehow, and if the dreaded question ever came up he would shrug and say no, then leave, not being able to stand a minute more in case he would be looked down upon again.

He wanted to make people smile. Not think he was a little kid.

It all came tumbling down right before dinner. Camilo was walking to his room after coming back from the town. He'd seen some kids a bit younger than him running around and chasing each other, then tag teaming and t!ckling one of them to the ground. That scene sent Camilo into a whole other mood and he needed to calm down in his room. 

On the way, though, he bumped into his tio Bruno and Mirabel. The two were chatting about something and Camilo was so focused up in his mind that they all walked into each other.

"Woah, hey Camilo!" Mirabel said, smiling at her primo who seemed to be in a weird daze after the bump. 

"h-hey? Hey Mirabel, Hey Tio Bruno" The chameleon didn't make eye contact but he still said hello, trying to not act suspicious or too weird, even though he couldn't help it.

"You okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, realising the boy seemed to be a little out of it. Camilo shook his head, as though trying to rid the thoughts that threatened his mind. 

"hmm? Yeah- no, yeah. You okay Bruno?"

Bruno tilted his head a little, both he and Mirabel sensing something was up but not wanting to upset him further. "Yeah... if anythings wrong, you can talk to us" Bruno explained, smiling a little at his nephew. Mirabel nodded agreeing with Bruno.

Camilo still made no attempt at eye contact, knowing his face would flush the minute he did. He just nodded and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Yep... Thanks Tio, Thanks Prima- can i- Can I just get through please?" Camilo asked, jestering to his room.

Bruno turned around to see where Camilo had pointed, "Oh! yeah! sorry Camilo,  here" Bruno span back around and turned slightly so the boy could walk between Mirabel and he.

"Thahanks- AH" Camilo couldn't help but laugh nervously as he walked through, then feeling a poke at his side from his prima to get a smile on his face. Camilo jumped back and blushed, covering his mouth from the yell he'd given out.

"Uh...? Are you okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, looking at the boy who was horrific looking at a grinning Mirabel. Camilo quickly shook his head between the two, then avoided looking at them all together and tried to compose himself, shaking his head.

"Uh- Yeah! Yeah, Its fine-"

"T!cklish~" Mirabel wiggled some finger at him, making him roll his eyes and try to hide a whine as he began to hate the situation.

"noho- no." Camilo couldn't help the quick response or the nervous giggle within it. 

Bruno looked surprisingly between the two and smiled at his nephew, quickly remembering how when he was younger he would love the activity. "Oh yeah, like when you were younger and loved it! Are you still that t!cklish?" Bruno asked, not meaning to fluster the boy any more than he already was. Camilo looked away once more covering his face with a hand as he pretended to look annoyed- though he secretly was hiding his blushing red face.

"Ugh- No. Im not- its so babish" Camilo groaned. 

"T!cklings not babish! Tio Bruno's 50 and look" Mirabel begin to poke Bruno's sides and he jumped back, giggling and laughing, gently swatting his neices hand.

"Nohoht right nohow Mirahabel!" Mirabel stopped with a smirk but still turned to Camilo.

"It's okay to be t!cklish primo" she encouraged, trying to make the boy feel better, though the whole topic was sending him to hell.

"Y-yeah- I know- obviously it's fine. I'm just not-"

"Not what exactly?" Camilo jumped out of his skin when he saw his mother walking out of her and his father's room, Dolores too surprisingly.

"I- uh- nothing mami" Camilo had accidently made eye contact with his parents, showing his blushing and embarrassed face.

"Camilo's said he isn't t!cklish" Dolores explained, oh how quickly he cursed her gift once more.

"No- well- yeah- I'm not. It's dumb- I just wanna go to my room please?" Camilo stuttered and whined, looking over to his room.

Why was this becoming such a big thing? Why couldn't he just go to his room and calm down? Why did he have to be like this?

"It's not dumb hijo, its perfectly normal" Felix explained, wanting to reassure his teenage son.

"Yeah, anyway Camilo, you used to love it when you were younger" Pepa explained, quickly remembering her son who loved t!ckles.

Camilo grunted, why did they all suddenly care now? Why remember now? He had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

"Yeah- and that was like almost a decade ago. I've grown up since then, matured-"

"Pfft" Dolores couldn't hold back her snicker, she walked over and began poking her brothers side, knowing fully well he was still just as t!cklish as he was ten years ago.

"Hehey!" Camilo jumped back, his face blushed as he almost bumped into Bruno again.

"L-leave off- I'm not t!cklish!" Camilo slightly yelled, feeling embarrassed- yet something within him seemed happy? Excited almost?

"You're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, raising an eyebrow at her son as Dolores let off with a sweet smile, knowing exactly what would go down now.

Camilo was a mischievous kid. He was cheeky, playful, dramatic; and where did he get this? His parents.

Pepa and Felix were both pretty playful people, even when they were younger they would be the out going ones! It wasn't a surprise one of their kids would take their playful and teasing traits.

Camilo trued to hold back his nervous giggles and blushing face, groaning at the whole situation.

When he was younger, his parents were ruthless. He loved it, but right now he just wanted to yell or hide or anything so he didn't have to feel so trapped and flustered. It was so dumb. He hated how he wanted to run, yet also hated how his mind seemed to slowly be travelling to cloud 9. Why why why!?

"Camilo, you used to love being t!ckled! What changed?" Felix asked, slightly teasing the boy as he wiggled a finger at him. Camilo ran a hand through his hair and groaned, trying to seem confident but failing as his voice cracked.

"N-nothing- I grew up and now I just- I just wanna get to my room! So please, please move?" Oh yes. Very confident. Zero eye contact, voice breaking, asking rather than demanding, MANNERS.

"Nothing changed?" Bruno asked, rather blunt as he smiled at his nephew.

Camilo span around, surprisingly close to his uncle as Dplores had made him almost fall onto him previously.

"What?! I- no- I- oh come on! I'm 15, this is so childish and stupid-"

"Camilo, are you embarrassed by t!ckling?" Bruno asked, interrupting his rambling and luckily making him stop before he blurted something he didn't want to.

Camilo stopped and his blush grew by 50%, unable to speak for a second.

"I'm not t!cklish, so why would I?" He asked, a little defensively. Honesty, no one knew who he was trying to convince, everyone had already seen his giggles at a few pokes, his blushing face was a grand tell too.

"Oh really?" Pepa asked, mischief in her voice as she smirked at her son.

"Mami-" Camilo watched as she stepped forward a little, making him step back and walk into Bruno who just held him lightly, feeling as he shook from bubbled up giggles in his throat and butterflies in his tummy.

"Felix, I think we should test this. If Camilo's telling the truth, he wouldn't mind right?" Pepa asked her husband, hand on her hip with a mischievous smile. Her husband had the exact sane look on his face, then turned to Camilo.

"Yeah, surely he shouldn't lie to us?"

Camilo squeaked very quietly, only Bruno and Delores being able to hear it. The two let out little giggles and a chuckle as Camilo was almost frozen. Bruno wasn't holding him tight, just hands on his arms so he had a chance to escape.

Camilo's body wouldn't move though. His mind raced and raced with thoughts about how dumb it was and how he needed to escape, but he also wanted it- it had been so long and maybe it was okay? He was childish all the time right? But then again, this is something he shouldn't enjoy, he should be embarrassed right?

Wrong.

Pepa teasingly wiggled her fingers at her son and smirked as she crouched forwards a little towards her son.

"Wahait- mami-" camilo couldn't help the tiny giggles that slipped through his mouth, hands up slightly as he tried to look away and hide his blushing face but couldn't.

"T!ckle t!ckle Camilo~" Mirabel teased from the sidelines, now standing with Dolores as the two watched the scene unfold.

Camilo grunted at his cousin but yelped as hands attatched themselves to his sides and belly, beginning to t!ckle around his belly button and sides.

"WAiAhait! Wahait mAmI!" Camilo jumped backwards into Bruno who just kept camilo there, lightly holding him as he fell backwards into him. Pepa had began to attack his torso, poking and spidering, or just casual t!ckle squeezing his sides.

Felix smirked, hands on his hips as he watched the scene, "Camilo? What's wrong? T!cklish?" He teased, unable to hide the shit eating grin on his face.

"Nohoho! NO NO-" Camilo hadn't even seen where his dad had walked up and began to help his wife, both taking a side each as each of their ten digits danced around a side each, sending Camilo into hystericals.

"EEE PfFt pLEASE-" Camilo couldn't seem to say stop, just laughing himself silly. It had been years since someone had done this to him, and he wasn't complaining anymore, though he kept up his little "I'm not t!cklish" act.

Camilo didn't even try to stop them yet, just hugging himself above their hands and laughing with blush filling his whole face. Freely letting them do as they pleased.

"Aw, Amor are you t!cklish?" Pepa awed, continuing to t!ckle her son and take a hand to the side of his neck. This made adorable giggles spill from his mouth, hunching up his shoulders to make it stop.

He couldn't handle it all, his mind splitting a couple times. This wasn't even half of what they used to do to wreck him, yet he was already squeezing his eyes shut and hugging himself.

It isn't possible to get more t!cklish is it?

"Nahaha ehehehe mami mami- papi-" Felix slowed down for a second to appreciate their sons adorable, child-like giggles, but said giggles only empowered his mum to continue her assault, moving around to the back of his neck to make him squeal slightly.

"Camilo, what's wrong? You're wiggling around so much!" Felix joined in again, attacking one of the boys hips and continuing his assault on his belly.

This really made a movement for Camilo, he doubled over, now covering his torso and hiding his neck, lifting up a arm where Pepa had stopped t!ckling his side to rub the neck t!ckles away.

T!ckling did something to your mind, because obviously this was a terrible mistake.

Bruno wrapped his arms around Camilo's torso, trying to keep him from falling over but accidentally making the boy laugh harder as he expected more t!ckles from the movement.

Camilo almost fell to the ground again when his papa attacked his ribcage, skittering his fingers all over one side. Camilo try to lean away but never tried to actually escape, emjoying the moment with his parents.

"EEE PFF WAHAHIT wAhAhHHaIt!" Camilo laugh was now his casual belly laughter, laughing as his dad wrecked his ribcage and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"DAD- PAPI-" Camilo couldn't talk yet, letting his laughter light up the area.

"Yeah Camilo?" His dad answered, as though nothing was going on and began to squeeze the back of Camilo's ribs, causing him to jolt up and open himself up, trying to protect himself, though it was very difficult as his mother decided to play music on his ribcage.

"Felix, look! This one makes music" Pepa teased, treating her son as a toddler again, teasing him abd pretending. She began to poke different ribs and "play music" as she called it. Felix deciding to wreck his side abd ribs once more.

"OkAY OKAY! You WIHIHIN!" Camilo began to fight back mow, very lightly of course, holding his parents  wrists with a hand each.

The two stopped instantly, giving their son some breathing and regain a little sanity; but they weren't done yet. They only stopped to look at each other as they realised the position they were in.

"Camilo, I think your t!cklish-" Bruno slightly whispered, well, he tried too, but was rather loud making everyone laugh and Camilo cringe.

"No no, our test isn't complete yet" Felix teased, smirking at his wife. Camilo looked up at the two with horror in his eyes, well- joy- but still. He couldn't believe they weren't done?! Not that a part of him wanted them to be.

"Waiaiahat- nohoho-" Camilo couldn't hold back his giggling, where else were they gonna go? How badly were they gonna wreck him? Sure so far they hadn't killed him, but he surrendered?- Well not really but still! 

The two quickly shot their hands into the boys armpits, making him jump and almost knock over Bruno. He squealed and slammed his arms down, shaking his head as a smile quickly carved its way onto his mouth.

"Told you he was t!cklish" Dolores smirked from a far wotb Mirabel, watching as he threw his head back and squeaked, kicking out beneath him.

"SHUHUT UPPP DOLOREHEJES" Camilo swapped between light giggling and loud hearty laughter, desperately trying to escape now but unable to because his mind just faded with an escape plan, just standing there and taking it as he was above cloud 9, a smile on his face as he tried to do anything and everything.

The boy would throw his head back, kick out his legs- though just tio was pretty strong- try to scrunch up, he even did that tiny nose scrunch to hide his face. At one point he had his arms down and forearms up, trying to hide his face as giggles slipped through his hands. His sides would try to swivel and swerve but no matter what he could still feal the t!ckling fingers under his arms.

One hand each up his armpits, each parent had another hand left, both going for rather hellish spots to wreck their boy's mind. Pepa would t!ckle the top of Camilo's belly, very gently of course, making giggles spill from his mouth, whilst Felix decided to go for a kill and use his other hand to roughly squeeze the boys hips, making him jump and yell, almost kicking him somehow.

Camilo's brain was completely I'm fractures at this point. He couldn't handle all the different t!ckling in all the different places, making him want to scream, laugh, giggle, yet his mind wouldn't tell them apart so he just died in each. Tears began to spill from his eyes now, doubling over with laughter as he let the t!ckles take over.

There was only one thing Camilo knew for certain. He wanted this. He loved it.

"Camiloooo~" Camilo heard his name, yet the t!ckling didn't crease, "Camilo are you t!cklish?" Camilo couldn't answer, nor wanted too, only shaking his head. Though everyone else thought this wad him indicating a "no".

"Wow? He's still keeping up with the act?" Bruno and Dolores questioned, surprised at it.

"It's because hes secretly loving it" Mirabel joked, wanting to see how far he would go.

"So you're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, continuing to wreck his armpit and belly.

Camilo began to giggle as he focused on the gentle belly tickles, but squealed when his father squeezed his hip again.

"PLEHAHESSESASEEE" Camilo tried to beg, he needed it to stop, but wanted it to continue. It seemed that was no secret to anyone.

Camilo fell to his knees in an instant, Bruno letting him gently fall rather than collapse. The boy couldn't hold up much longer and continued to squeal and laugh.

"Oh come on hijo, you used to be able to take this for way longer!" Felix teased, moving to gently t!ckle the boys neck.

"THAHAHAT WAS TEHEHEN YEARS AGOOOHOHO Nooooohoho" Camilo really couldn't stand the neck t!ckles, wiggling his head around more.

"Aw, you're adorable Camilo!" Pepa awed,watching as her son erupted into child-like giggles once more, almost hiccuping with sweet laughter.

Camilo was sitting on his knees now, his parents and tio doing the same, he was surrounded by t!ckles and giggles, laughter filling the air.

"Last time Camilo; Are you t!cklish?" His mum asked, trying to sound as though this was a very important issue that they would have to fix.

"MaHAHAmI! StAhAHaP aSKinHihing!" Camilo begged, emjoying the moment but knowing whatever answer he gave would choose his fate.

"Fine mi Amor, but don't blame me for what happens next!" His parents nodded at Bruno who let the kid go, his parents t!ckling him to the ground as Pepa sat on his waist and Felix held up his arms.

They let the t!ckling stopped for a moment, giving their son a breather and a little bit of his sanity back.

Camilo whined with giggles as he let his head fall back, not even realising the position just yet. He had blush all over his face, a smile, and his hair a mess everywhere on the ground and around around his face.

But the boys smile faded as he kept his eyes closed, realising what had happened, what might happen, he couldn't stop the thoughts that convinced him he was weak and childish.

"Mahami- papi- plehease... this is so dumb and embarrassing" He whined, apparently not learning his lesson just yet...

"You're a child Camilo" Pepa sighed with a smile, "everyone's t!cklish, and if you enjoy it, don't be embarrassed" Felix bumped in, smiling at his son.

Camilo needed to be told that, parts of him still not believing it, but he still needed to hear it.

"Anyway, I'm hungry" Pepa teased, looking down at her sons belly and picking up her hands into claws above him.

Quickly Camilo realised the situation and watched as horror, looking to his sister, cousin and uncle for help, but each had a smile or smirk on their face as they waited for the show.

"Mami- mami wahait- we can talk about this? Dinner will be ready soon-" Pepa only shook her head as Camilo began to beg, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"No no, your belly looks much nicer, and I'm hungry now. You don't mind do you? Seeing as you're not t!cklish?" Pepa teased, going in for the gold as she gently began to lift up his shirt and ruana. Camilo had already started giggling at the air and fabric that glided over his skin.

He looked to his father for support but he had the same shit eating grin, holding the boys arms above his head as he held a hand over the boys death spot, giving his armpit a gentle poke that made him dissolve into laughter.

"Mi vida, do you think he got more t!cklish?!" Felix teased, looking up to his wife as their son continued to laugh beneath them, only having a poke.

Pepa shook her head, "no, no, he can't be, he's not t!cklish!" She teased, poking her sons belly a little, making him wiggle.

"Pleheheaseee"

"Ohhh, yeah- you're right!" Felix teased, t!ckling their sons neck making him hunch up.

"Guhuhuys!"

"Anyway, I'm hungry!"

"Mahami! mahHAMII AH NOHOHO NO NO MAMIIIIIIII" Camilo screamed as his mother quickly pounced, clawing his sides and squeezing as she took a big breath, then blew a massive raspberry on her sons tummy.

"MAMI- NOHO NO YOU WIN YOU WIN PLEASEEE" Camilo lifted his back and flopped around as he yelled, screaming laughter filled the room as his dad stuck his fingers into his armpits and began to t!ckle him silly.

"PAPI- MAMI NO- WAHAIT WAITHHFDKAGAHSHAT" Camilo's words quickly mixed in with his laughter as he was free to thrash around as he was tortured. He squealed and screamed, closing his eyes tightly as tears prickled.

His mother blew another rasberry, gripping his hips and squeezing, turning his laughter silent, his dad swapped hands and he quickly began to twist and trash more.

This continued for what felt like hours. Camilo finally gave up on fighting back, limping and occasionally lifting his back as his mum would blow another rasberry.

He threw his head back, hair everywhere and blush grown way past his ears and down his neck, his smile plastered onto his face and threatened to stick forever as the wonder continued.

Pepa landed a few light kisses on her sons tummy, gently fluttering her fingers over his sides as Felix stopped and t!ckles his neck. Camilo was so done, so worn out, he just sat back as his giggles spilled from his mouth.

"Aw- that was adorable-" Mirabel stated, awing at her primo. Dolores agreed with a smile, Bruno too. Then Julieta called everyone fir dinner, the three left and explained the others might be a couple more minutes.

Felix and Pepa both let off, helping their son sit up with them. Pepa sat on her knees and Felix on a knee, Camilo was still silly with giggles and sat up with a light head. Camilo couldn't hide his happiness, both his parents awing at his adorableness. Felixed ruffled the boys hair with a proud smile.

"See, not so childish or bad is it?"

Camilo didn't answer, though his giggles did fade.

"I mean- I never said it was bad but-"

"Ah, so you do still enjoy it?" Pepa teased, smiling at her eldest son.

Camilo blushed and grunted, not necessarily agreeing but he didn't disagree.

"Why are you so embarrassed about it?" Felix asked, putting a reassuring hand on his sons shoulder.

Camilo was silent for a second but let out a sigh, he was still a little loopy from all the t!ckles so he couldn't think properly and just started talking.

Camilo explained that they knew he liked it when he was younger, but they had stopped after Bruno disappeared and never really did anything again, and after Antonio was born they would never t!ckle him and so he assumed it was something to be ashamed of or that it was only for children so he shouldn't enjoy it. Normally he would be able to shape shift to get rid of something he couldn't cope with, be someone else. But he couldn't with his mind, so he hated that he liked it and and-

He didn't finish though, broken by his parents who both leant in and took their boy in for a hug.

"We're so sorry Camilo" Pepa never wanted to do that, Felix neither. They explained it was okay to enjoy tickling, that it was okay if it was childish, many people young or old still enjoyed it.

The reason they hasn't done it was because they had been under so much stress and after Bruno left, it was just strange because he also used to like it and it reminded Pepa of him.

"We promise to t!ckle you more often" Camilo cringed and blushed at that, though they were trying to be sincere and helped him up.

"Ohokay- that- er- let's just drop it for now" Camilo laughed nervously, cringing at the promise. Felix poked the boys side, sending him jumping through the air.

"Never dropping this" he said, teasing his son yet again.

"Yeah, we should show everyone at dinner how t!cklish you are" Pepa teased, nudging her son.

Camilo put his hands up and blushed, a nervous smile on his face. "NO! Noho- no I'm okay- let's just go-"

Camilo received many more t!ckles after that.

[marvel-m-lee]

Wrong Vision- P2

Words: 4665

Fandom: Encanto!

Summary: Bruno had a vision in P1, afterwards Mirabel makes sure this cones true and Bruno gets PLENTY of adorable t!ckles at dinner with his family

Warnings: t!ckling if you don't like it?

IMPORTANT!! also in my fics, I'm gonna try to use t!ckle as apparently the t word is/has been blocked for some users <3

A/N: I fucking did it. Just in time too. Oh my goodness do I love it. AND I'm so thankful that @pop kept me going because this is one of my longest fics and I didn't wanna disappoint! Also ove probably spent over 6 hours writing this? Maybe more? Anyway. Encanto tickles. (ALSO PLZ PPL SEND ME TICKLE ENCANTO IMAGES I LOVE THEM TWT)

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Oh how Bruno was terrified of dinner that night...

Mirabel always stood true to her promises, Bruno knew that, and a part of him felt terrified, yet excited all the same.

"Tio Bruno's gonna get t!ckles~" She teased as the two stepped into his elevator. This comment just made him hide under his hood, unable to take the teasing. Mirabel only laughed, then laughed harder as Bruno began to let put stiffled giggles and scramble to pull a rat put of his hood, she assumed it had or was snuggling up to his neck, tickling him even more.

"Told ya" she teased, elbowing him as he held the rat with a red face, trying to look mad but just totally embarrassed instead.

The two stepped off the elevator and began to walk out of Bruno's room.

"What did you want anyway Mirabel?" Bruno asked, curious as to why she'd come to find him.

"Oh, mum wanted some help in the kitchen and I offered for us to help" Mirabel smiled at her uncle, both of them walking down the halls and to the kitchen downstairs.

"Oh- uh, okay?" Bruno put down his rat and it scurried away to Antonio's room.

Mirabel and Bruno both entered the kitchen where Julieta was moulding some dough for the buñuelos for dinner.

"Hey mum!" Mirabel cheered, jumping in the room happily and going to wash her hands. Julieta smiled at her youngest and said hello to both Mira and Bruno.

Bruno gave a tiny wave, still slightly embarrassed at his previous vision and the situation Mirabel had put him in previously. He wasn't sure when she was going to tell everyone, so he was slightly on edge-

"Hey?..."

"Anyway mama, Bruno and I can help, Bruno keeps telling me how much time he wants to spend with the familia" Mirabel teased, but started to help her mum with the dough.

"Plus he's a terrible cook" Mira shrugged, smirking a little as her mum laughed and Bruno hugged, giving her a miniature glare.

"Am not-" Bruno mumbled, taking off his ruana and going over to wash his hands.

Julieta had just cleaned her hands as her daughter worked on the dough, she decided to get Bruno to help with the herbs. Before she did however, she walked up to her little brother and pinched his cheeks as though he was years younger rather than minutes.

Bruno cringed but giggled slightly in an adorable way, he couldn't help how much he missed his sisters, his family. Plus he never whined about physical love.

Julieta only awed at her brother even more, motherly instincts kicking in as she teased him.

"Brurito! Look at how skinny you are now, nada nada!" She teased, pinching and poking a couple of his ribs making him jump backwards and laugh out loud from the surprise attack.

Usually Bruno wouldn't jump back so soon, but honestly, so far he'd been WRECKED. It had been less then ten minutes ago or so since he's been totally wrecked by his niece and seen a vision where he'd also be wrecked by his family. On top of that, Bruno cloud never take teasing and wasn't wearing any protective layers other than the thin fabriced shirt over his most t!cklish spot- or at least one of them. (Bruno has a lot-)

Luckily Juileta wasn't one to jump on her lee, but she did tease him a little more before helping him cut herbs and other vegetables and foods for the dinner.

After about an hour, everything was almost done, only problem was that when they were making some more food, Mirabel had spilt flour over Bruno's ruana- meaning he wouldn't be able to wear it at dinner...

This caused many worries for Bruno. One, he never usually took it off. It made him feel safe, it was warm, soft, his. He loved it a lot- and always felt a little vulnerable without it so he tended to wear it most of the time; other than certain things so it wouldn't get too dirty, e.g. cooking.

Second problem, that was like his ONLY protection from the t!ckles. He knew for a fact it would be a thousand times worse because he wouldn't be able to hide or act if he was too frightened or flustered.

"Tio Bruno I'm so sorry!" Mirabel pleaded for forgiveness, she honestly never meant to get it dirty, if she wanted to take it off his she would have just hid it, but it never really crossed her mind.

"It's okay..." Bruno sighed, but also blushed, thinking about how much worse dinner would be now that this had happened, not only that, he knew SOMEONE would comment on him looking so much smaller. His ruana tended to hide his size a lot more than he would realise.

"Alright Mira, I'll get this cleaned, you and Bruno go set up the table please" Julieta took the ruana, and looked at Bruno, almost reading his mind in some sort, "it's okay Bruno, nothing bad is gonna happen, you'll be okay" she smiled, hugging her triplet and going off to tidy the ruana and finish up food.

Bruno and Mirabel both went to the dining room and behan to set up the table for dinner. Mirabel still apologising a million times.

"It's okay Mirabel, it's fine" her uncle would always reply with. Still, she felt bad.

"I'll make sure to make it up to you with plenty more t!ckles" she smiled, genuinely being sincere because she knew her uncle enjoyed it, though she couldn't help but laugh as her tio stopped in his tracks and widened his eyes at her.

He groaned and tried to hide his blush under his hair, realising his struggles on hot having a ruana- or being in public-

"Sorry?" Mirabel sounded more as though she asked, laughing slightly as her tio looked away with a small smile. He really did love his family, amd missed it so much...

Bruno chuckled at his niece as they finished up setting the table. Dinner time was coming up soon and Bruno was seeming together more and more agitated as time went on.

Finally, it was time...

Everyone was coming in and sitting down, Mirabel sat opposite to him and Isabela sat next to him, he himself sitting on the edge.

Bruno couldn't help as a blush grew on his face, everytime he would think about the dumb vision he would try to get it out of his head, try to focus on food or just anything else.

Everything ran smoothly for a while, everyone eating and chatting about how the day was, Dolores had just gone on another date with Mariano, Isabela was ranting on about some cacti she's help grow and how some of the towns folk explained multiple facts about them, Camilo was doing camilo things- we don't judge, or ask okay?

"Antonio what did you do today?" Felix asked his youngest, who was happily sitting eating his food and giggling to himself about something.

"Hm? Oh, I was talking to the animals! On of Tio Bruno's rat's came to see me" Antonio smiled, looking at Bruno and giggling as he played with his food.

Bruno couldn't help but blush, and look around the table for help. Everyone laughed though, letting it slip and continue talking.

Someone then asked about the food and how good it tasted, that's when Julieta explained that Bruno and Mirabel had helped out.

"Oh so thats why he's not wearing his ruana" Camilo pointed out, eating more food.

"Yeah, we can really see how small you are Bruno, just like when we were kids" Pepa teased, smiling at the younger triplet who just rolled his eyes and blushed lightly. A decade of left overs did that to you-

"Si, and when you and Julieta would pretend to count the poor boy's ribs" Abuela pointed out, laughing at the fond menories of her children. Bruno, once more blushed at the statement, too remembering the many, MANY tines his sisters would hold him down and t!ckled him, pretending to count his ribs.

"Oh yeah! Mama you're right! Bruno do you remember that? Oh the time you came home with mud everywhere and mama had to wash your shirt and ruana, Pepa and I could practically count your ribs!" Julieta unintentionally teased her younger brother, beginning to reminis on their younger days as kids.

Bruno couldn't help but blush and whine now, the conversation moving towards stories of him being t!ckled as a kid and how skinny he was-

"Oh and the time you came back with Felix and Agustín!"

"Oh yeah, we all totally got wrecked then- haha, totally worth it though" Felix winked at Agustín who was slightly blushing too as his wife gave him a playful glare.

"Oh everyone shut up, look at Bruno, he's blushing so hard he might be brighter than my sun!" Pepa said, putting all the attention back onto a blushing and embarrassed Bruno who was trying to hide behind his hair like an emo for some reason?

"Poor Bruno, I'm so sorry!" Julieta apologies but couldn't help but laugh a little at her younger brother.

"Julieta don't be, he loves it secretly!" Felix fake whispered behind his hand, making sure Bruno and everyone else heard as he winked at Julieta.

"Oh yeah! Is that true, does he still like being t!ckled?" Agustín asked, smiling at his brother in law and asking his wife, though once again, everyone heard.

It really was never a secret that Bruno enjoyed being t!ckled, most people in his family knew. It also made him feel a part of the family again too. Even when he was younger he enjoyed it, and everyone would tease him for it. Agustín only asked because it had been so long and partially forgot whether the man still enjoyed it or not.

Bruno couldn't help but squirm in his seat as he tried to pull up his shirt to hide also, absolutely dying as he tried to ignore everyone.

"Good question, hey tio Bruno~ do you still like being t!ckled?~" Camilo teased, leaning forward and winding his uncle up the wall. Bruno didn't answer and Dolores just wacked her brother in the side, though Camilo couldn't care as he died laughing at his uncles reactions.

"Yeah, he does" Mirabel answered, eating her food with a smirk on her face. Surprisingly Bruno glared up at her, as though begging her to shut up. No words needed to be spoken between the two though, almost reading each others minds.

'SHUT UP MIRABEL SHUT UP SHUT UP'

'I told you i'd make that vision come true~'

Everyone on the table laughed, even Antonio who was still giggling away at whatever the rat had told him before.

Bruno cringed and covered his face with his hands. His red headed sister though made him look up slightly, "Of course you do Bruno, you've always loved being t!ckled! T!ckle t!ckle t!ckle~" his sister teased him, wiggling her fingers at him just as she did so in the vision.

"Oh, remember that time we walked in on him with the vision?!" Julieta announced, looking over to her sister.

Bruno didn't remember seeing that in the vision, but he definitely remembered when his sisters had walked in on him doing a vision. Honestly it went down a lot like Mirabel's earlier- only twice as bad almost.

(Pepa was cruel.)

The two mothers began to talk to each other about the day and how adorable it was. Bruno looked up slightly and saw Mirabel with a wide smug look on her face, looking directly at him.

Bruno only whined but jumped out of his skin when Isabela poked him in the side to get his attention.

"I wonder if you can still count his ribs?" Pepa teased, wiggling her fingers at him once more.

"Oh you can" Mirabel teased, glaring at her tio with mischief glistening in her eyes.

"Oh really?" Camilo took this and ran with it, he'd been looking for a reason to wind up his favourite uncle, and of course Camilo wouldn't stop until he made you smile today!

Camilo ran round the table in a dash and began to run his fingers along his tio's vulnerable sides, Bruno jumping and dropping his fork as he burst out with giggles and laugher, unable to hold back from the t!ckles.

"Camilo! Waiaiaiaheheht!" Bruno kept squirming in his seat, Camilo standing right behind him and dancing his fingers all across his sides making the man giggle and unable to move away or push out.

Whenever Bruno would feel t!ckles on one side, he'd jump to the other, right back into it, and was unable to push out because Camilo was behind him and he wouldn't wanna hurt his nephew so he only giggled and squealed and jumped around in his chair.

"Tio Bruno, you're really t!cklish" Luisa stated, trying to hold back a smile from the adorable scene but failing.

Bruno gave out a tiny hiccup from that, almost wacking the table as he tried to save himself, he began to curse everything after that moment because everyone at the table awed, even Alma-

Camilo then decided to be a little shit and squeezed right above and on Bruno's hips making the man buck and squeal, kicking into the table and making it jump, though right after he began to perfusly apologise to the Casita while continuing to be wrecked.

"Bruno! You hurt Casita! Now it needs revenge~" Isabela teased, wiggling her fingers at her uncle and t!ckling on of his sides with all ten of her digits.

Isabela was much lighter with her touch after having to teach herself to be perfect over the years, even so, she was a mischievous menis when it came to it.

Bruno was jumping with laughter, whenever Camilo would squeeze his hips a little harder, he would jump and almost hit casita again, and all of Isabela's t!ckles on one side made him scrunch up to one side and turn giggly with laughter.

Everything also seemed much lighter without his ruana, no warmth, no protection, not that it would do much anyway.

"T!ckle t!ckle Tio~" Isabela whisper-teased, making Bruno blush even harder as his giggles seemed to hiss.

"Bruno can't escape the t!ckle monster!" Camilo teased from behind, beginning to make his way to a very flustered Bruno's ribs. From the second he attack, Bruno's laughed changed full heartily to bright belly laughter, pushing himself against the chair and squeezing his eyes shut.

"Wooo! Go Camilo! Bruno you can do it" Felix teased from across the table next to his wife.

Mirabel sat back and smiled at the scene before her, she knew she'd have to made it even better somehow... she just wasn't sure how.

That's when Antonio's giggles came up again and he had to cover his mouth. Mirabel noticed this and nudged her youngest cousin with a smirk on her face. "What's so funny hm?"

"Shh!" Antonio put a finger to his lips but continued to giggle, gesturing his cousin in so he could whisper. Mirabel took this and bent down.

"This is exactly what Samuel told me! That's one of Bruno's rats-" the five year old giggled yet again, seeing the smirk grow on Mirabel's face.

"He also told me about the vision and you" Antonio giggled some more, Mirabel only wiggled an eyebrow upwards at him and swooped him up in her arms, t!ckling his belly as his giggles became a lot louder.

"Yeah, because I'm the best t!ckle monster! Grrr!" Mirabel teased, joking around with a smile on her face.

"Nohoho! Nohoho! This ihihis supposed to be tihio brunono!" Antonio squealed, that's when the two looked up to see their uncle in the continuous hell of t!ckled and teased.

"You're right Antonio!" Mirabel ran round the table with Antonio and the two decided to help out. Antonio decided to add two more fingers, poking at his other side as Mirabel decided to tease him some more and run her hands over his neck.

Dolores and Luisa both sat back and watched as their tio got wrecked by t!ckles, squirming and laughing as he desperately tried to not die or fall off his chair. All the adults awed at the situation and knew they'd all tease Bruno about it later.

"Tio Bruno~ are you t!cklish?" Mirabel would ask, wiggling fingers in his face or gently against his neck.

"Mirabel, you're doing it wrong, here, everyone off" Luisa knew she just had to get in on this action, she stood up and walked round the table and behind a giggling Bruno. Camilo and Mirabel both stepped back, smirking as Luisa took her place. Camilo leaned on the table, Antonio and Isabel both stopping for a second and letting Luisa take control as Bruno began to drip with giggles and tingles.

"You're supposed to do it like this, Tio Bruno, is it okay if I give you a massage?" Bruno could bearly answer, his head was so dazed and couldn't think straight, giggling instead of actually talking. Julieta couldnt help but awe more.

Some what of a dazzled agreement came out after that and Luisa smiled, holding back her smirk as she placed her hands on her tio's shoulders. Bruno tensed up, still giggling a bit as he was incredibly sensitive from all the t!ckles.

At first Luisa gave a normal massage, but it quickly adapted to her squeezing Bruno's shoulders and neck, making him jump and laugh even more some how.

"THHIIHIIHS is NOHOT a ma55AgE!" Bruno's voice went high to low to all over the place as he giggled and squirmed beneath the strongest's hands, surprisingly gentle and hard at the same time.

Agustín laughed this time, cheering Bruno on and knowing what it felt like as Luisa would do it to him sometimes, though she was very gentle and kind with it.

"Come on Bruno, you can be that t!cklish!" Camilo teased, slightly not believing the man wad still going and giggling without having been made to beg yet. (Even though Camilo was that t!cklish-)

"He is, even the rats get him to beg" Dolores stated calmly, eating her food but also smiling, it just seemed to be in the air; Bruno did have a happy laugh.

"NO WAY" Camilo's jaw hit the ground as he looked to his Tio receiving a t!ckle massage as though he'd tell him.

Antonio giggled at that, secretly knowing all the stories the rats had told him previously.

"Really Bruno? You're that bad?" Agustín asked, chuckling at the thought of Bruno fighting t!ckling rats.

Bruno could only nod slightly, his fave bright red and hunched down as he was t!ckled on his neck and shoulders.

"Ihihi can't hehehelp iihiht!" Bruno tried to defend himself but ultimately ended up squealing as Camilo attacked his sides again.

"CAHAMILO!"

"Bruno!"

Everyone at the table laughed, "Bruno was always the most t!cklish out of you all" Alma stated, remembering her children as- well, children.

"Honestly, Camilo get his ribs or underarms and make him beg already" Pepa teased, she wanted to hear her brother squealing again before she would have to get involved. Not that she wouldn't wreck him later.

"Okay mami!" Camilo didn't have to be told twice, he shifted into his uncle and decided to WRECK HIM.

Camilo reached for Bruno's ribs and began to scribbled all down them, making the man jump and yell slightly, kicking his legs against the chair.

"Why are you t!ckling yourself Tio Bruno? Do you wanna be tickled? Do you like it huh? Huh?" Camilo teased, smirking wide at his uncle as his fingers danced across his ribs.

Even Dolores has decided to join in now, she stood up quietly and Bruno hadn't even noticed until he felt someone squeeze his knee caps, making him jump and burst out laughing even more.

"WAHAHAIT WAIT" Bruno began to beg, but there was no mercy from his neices and nephews. He threw his hands up to help, keeping his arms down at his ribs to try to stop Camilo's destruction.

"Bruno! Luisa can you hold his arms up?" Camilo sighed, pretending to act mad. Bruno scrunched his neck and looked up at Luisa who had a smirk on her face.

"Wahahait wahahahait! Luisa! AH!" Camilo had stopped t!ckling his ribs now and was waiting on Luisa to hold up his arms, now it was only Dolores who seemed to enjoy t!ckling his knees, everytime she squeezed he'd jump and yell.

Though everyone stopped when she seemed to hit a sweet spot under his knees, making the man bubble with gigglish laughter and try and curl in on himself, begging for her to stop or move to another place.

Bruno wasn't even thrashing, light giggles were bubbling up inside him and dancing around, fulling the room with the sweet laughter. Even Mirabel was surprised at how quickly her tio began to beg at this one spot. It tickles so gently, so bad he thought he'd slowly go even more mad, a bright red face and mini smile plastered on, unable to bare the light t!ckles.

"Woah-"

"Pleheheeeaseeeheheplehehease Dolores Dolores mohohoveeeheh spohohohotssss" Bruno vould feel his mind clouding and squeezed his eyes tighter, feeling the tears coming to hid eyes as her light fingertips t!ckled the fabric of his knees. Even with the clothes over the top, Bruno couldn't stand it, gently shaking his head as ge scrunched inwards.

Dolores chuckled a little as she continued to fog Bruno's mind with t!cklish sensations. Everyone else in the room awing over the man who couldn't seem to stop if he tried. He usually was adorable but this was a whole new level of adorable, cuteness overload.

Antonio began to giggle along with Bruno even after Dolores had stopped. Bruno felt so loved, so happy, so- fogged with t!ckles. Luisa had long ago put Bruno's arms above his head and so left the man there, giggling away as everyone awed him, his bright red face and glassed over eyes that scrunched up.

Everyone waited for Bruno to calm down a bit, when he opened his eyes he saw everyone looking at him, making him jump and blush more.

"Well that was adorable-" Felix said as everyone watched in adored silence. Bruno giggled nervously and apolgised for his reaction, even though he didn't need to.

"How did we never find out about that?" Pepa asked Julieta, but also everyone else, both kinda shocked at how adorable the scene just was.

"Probably too worried about making him scream" Felix explained, knowing how mischievous his wife was, honestly it was probably where Camilo got his mischief and playfulness from.

"Do it again please Dolores-" Julieta asked, still not believing what had just happened.

Dolores wiggled her fingers a little, not even touching Bruno and he already began to giggle and plead, tryna move his legs so she wouldn't reach him.

"Plehease don't- I cahahnt take it there!" Dolores luckily didn't continue, but Bruno's t!ckles still weren't over, no. Mirabel would keep her promise.

"Okay, then you'll have to deal with all of us, everywhere else" Mirabel decided, smirking at a flustered bruno who couldn't hide his blushing face in his hood, was vulnerable to all, giggling, arms up, no over layers.

"Ihihi don't mind, just not thehere" Bruno wasn't even thinking straight, barely able to think before talking, almost admitting to enjoying t!ckling. Not that he'd deny the claim.

"Okay then! Everyone, positions!" Mirabek teased, not letting her tio realise what he'd said before all the kids were around his body, over 50 fingers wiggling at him and an extra 5 for one of luisa's hands as she held his above his head.

Bruno looked up and saw this, Camilo sat on his lap, hands just above his ribs and belly, Isabela and Antonio at a side each, Mirabel on one armpit and his neck while was Luisa on another armpit with Dolores by Bruno's knees.

"Huh? I- wait! Wahahait!" Bruno was already spilling with giggles at the scene, blush spreading across his face and to his ears quickly, he tried to use his hands but just wiggled them out of view as if to show he surrendered.

"Come on Bruno, it's only a few t!ckles!" Pepa teased, eating the last of her food and smiling at her younger brother.

"You can do it!" Felix cheered, laughing with Agustín and Julieta.

"Oh we're totally doing this later" pepa whispered to the adults at the table, a smirk on her face.

"I CAN HEAR YOU PEPA!-" Bruno yelled, knowing their was no escape and just wanting to be cheeky with his sister.

"Oh yes, definitely" Julieta agreed, hearing Bruno whine and grunt from the chair.

"Bruno~" Camilo called his uncles attention and smirked, mischief written across his face, along with every other kids.

"Told you you'd get loads of t!ckles" Mirabel teased, "guess your vision was right"

"He had a vision?!" Camilo amd Isabela asked in union. "Okay you're showing us that after, first-" Camilo set off before everyone, digging deep into his tio's stomach and sending him into a giggling and laughing rampage. Though everyone soon followed after rather quickly.

Bruno couldn't believe what was going on. A month or so ago he would have never imagined this, but now? He was squealing with laughter! He couldn't take it all.

Isabela and Antonio both squeezed and t!ckled his sides, Camilo would squishy spider his belly and move to raking his ribs in torturous t!ckles, Dolores squeezed his knee caps making him jump and kick out- luckily she wasn't in the way and he wouldn't hurt anyone- Luisa scratched his armpit and word occasionally squeeze his shoulder, and Mirabel t!ckled his opposite side and his neck.

"EHEHEHEHAGAHA PFFT OKAY OKAY AKRIGHTTTTTTT PLEASEEEEE PLEASEEE STAHAGAGAPPP" Bruno screeched soon after, though he couldn't barely talk, screaming with laughter as butterlies and t!ckle bugs swarmed his belly.

"Hmm... nah" Mirabel teased, "yeah, sorry Bruno, we're gonna t!ckle you forever" Isabela agreed, making Bruno let out a whine that turned into yet another screech. He didn't say much after that until Dolores began to cheat and t!ckle under his knees again, it sent mixed signals to his brain and he couldn't comprehend anything, his laugher fading from screaming to giggles to silent screams.

"THATS CHEHAHAGATING-" was probably the last thing he said before his voice died.

That was everyone's signal to stop, though Camilo had to be dragged off slightly- ler moods, am I right? Luckily he was tempted by picking up his younger brother and t!ckling him to pieces instead of killing Bruno.

Bruno leant down and hugged his legs in a very strange position on the chair, chest to his thighs as he couldn't seem to do anything but greedily take in the air and laugh whole heartedly, picking himself up and leaning on his legs as he laughed on his own, hair covering him as it was all messed and curled.

Bruno hadn't laughed so whole heartedly in a while, he couldn't help the pure bliss and joy in his head as left over tears pooled down his face.

"Ihihi think you killed him!" Agustín laughed, unable to help himself from all the silliness.

"Sorry Tio Bruhuno, are you alright?" Mirabel laughed along with her papa, leaning down and seeing if Bruno was okay.

Her uncle looked up slightly, a bright, warm, happy smile on his face. He wanted to thank her, thank them all, tell them he loved them, but he just had no words. Mirabel knew though.

They all did.

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*invades ask box*

prompt: camilo has a squeak laugh and dolores is teasing him about it

AGREED. Camilo could just be mid wrecking someone and being an incredible ler but then Delores is just there and like "Camilo is ticklish and has a very high pitched squeaky laugh" and then shit goes sideways 😭💕 (ty for the ask!!!)

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This is so cute omfggg

Here's a prompt: Camilo was tickled very often by Pepa and Felix but as he grew up he thought it was embarrassing (teenagers... deep down he still liked) so as teen he refused to admit he was even ticklish until his parents decides to give him a sweet tickle attack. sorry about my english :/

Are you t!cklish? No- that's childish-

Words:4472

Fandom: encanto

Summary: *prompt* Camilo thinks being t!cklish is childish and enjoying it it even wirse- his parents show him otherwise though...

Warnings: angst-t!ckling, the tword has also been banned so I censor it now x

A/N: HELLO. I've been sick all day with a headache and this was the only thing keeping me going- I wrote another one like this too but with Mira and Bruno, so hmu if yall wanna see it??

Also this is MUCH longer than expected- like way longer- but I love it so much 🥲

Also your English is great! I don't believe you mare any mistakes in the prompt! <33 hopefully you emjoy this or its at least similar to the idea haha :D

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It was a normal day in the Encanto, Camilo was going round, making everyone smile, laugh, and teasing his family, winding his siblings and cousins up the wall as per usual.

Everything was great... until just around tea time.

Camilo was the playful cousin. That was it. He was followed up by Mirabel and recently Isabela in his antics, no matter how childish or silly they seem, as long as they made his family and village happy and brought a smile to someone's face, he didn't care. Though there was one thing Camilo tried to stay away from-

T!ckling.

Why you may be asking? Well, when Camilo was younger, he would love the activity; it wouldn't be rare to hear a squealing Camilo somewhere in the house. He would usually go round and cause mischief, earning him the said t!ckles, and go round in that circle. Many of the adults had realized the boy enjoyed the activity so they would find any way to get him, give it a ball left outside or a sock on the floor, they would give the boy any reason to be wrecked into a giggly puddle on the floor.

Camilo would love every bit of it. Then his tio Bruno left... After that, he was still t!ckled sure, but it became rare enough that by the age of 10 and his younger brother Antonio being born, he never received any t!ckles, unless it was from his elder sister or Isabela- even so, it would only be a poke to the side at most.

By the age of 15 though, Camilo still seemed to enjoy the activity. Some days he'd just wake up, craving t!ckles for no exact reason other than waking up! It's like this secret joy taunted him because deep down, he also thought everyone had stopped because it was childish. If they knew he enjoyed it, why would they stop? He could never think of any other reason other than how everyone must have looked down upon him or how it was childish and embarrassing.

So he buried it deep inside him, whenever the activity arose he would always try to stay away or avoid it somehow, and if the dreaded question ever came up he would shrug and say no, then leave, not being able to stand a minute more in case he would be looked down upon again.

He wanted to make people smile. Not think he was a little kid.

It all came tumbling down right before dinner. Camilo was walking to his room after coming back from the town. He'd seen some kids a bit younger than him running around and chasing each other, then tag teaming and t!ckling one of them to the ground. That scene sent Camilo into a whole other mood and he needed to calm down in his room. 

On the way, though, he bumped into his tio Bruno and Mirabel. The two were chatting about something and Camilo was so focused up in his mind that they all walked into each other.

"Woah, hey Camilo!" Mirabel said, smiling at her primo who seemed to be in a weird daze after the bump. 

"h-hey? Hey Mirabel, Hey Tio Bruno" The chameleon didn't make eye contact but he still said hello, trying to not act suspicious or too weird, even though he couldn't help it.

"You okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, realising the boy seemed to be a little out of it. Camilo shook his head, as though trying to rid the thoughts that threatened his mind. 

"hmm? Yeah- no, yeah. You okay Bruno?"

Bruno tilted his head a little, both he and Mirabel sensing something was up but not wanting to upset him further. "Yeah... if anythings wrong, you can talk to us" Bruno explained, smiling a little at his nephew. Mirabel nodded agreeing with Bruno.

Camilo still made no attempt at eye contact, knowing his face would flush the minute he did. He just nodded and rubbed his neck awkwardly. "Yep... Thanks Tio, Thanks Prima- can i- Can I just get through please?" Camilo asked, jestering to his room.

Bruno turned around to see where Camilo had pointed, "Oh! yeah! sorry Camilo,  here" Bruno span back around and turned slightly so the boy could walk between Mirabel and he.

"Thahanks- AH" Camilo couldn't help but laugh nervously as he walked through, then feeling a poke at his side from his prima to get a smile on his face. Camilo jumped back and blushed, covering his mouth from the yell he'd given out.

"Uh...? Are you okay Camilo?" Bruno asked, looking at the boy who was horrific looking at a grinning Mirabel. Camilo quickly shook his head between the two, then avoided looking at them all together and tried to compose himself, shaking his head.

"Uh- Yeah! Yeah, Its fine-"

"T!cklish~" Mirabel wiggled some finger at him, making him roll his eyes and try to hide a whine as he began to hate the situation.

"noho- no." Camilo couldn't help the quick response or the nervous giggle within it. 

Bruno looked surprisingly between the two and smiled at his nephew, quickly remembering how when he was younger he would love the activity. "Oh yeah, like when you were younger and loved it! Are you still that t!cklish?" Bruno asked, not meaning to fluster the boy any more than he already was. Camilo looked away once more covering his face with a hand as he pretended to look annoyed- though he secretly was hiding his blushing red face.

"Ugh- No. Im not- its so babish" Camilo groaned. 

"T!cklings not babish! Tio Bruno's 50 and look" Mirabel begin to poke Bruno's sides and he jumped back, giggling and laughing, gently swatting his neices hand.

"Nohoht right nohow Mirahabel!" Mirabel stopped with a smirk but still turned to Camilo.

"It's okay to be t!cklish primo" she encouraged, trying to make the boy feel better, though the whole topic was sending him to hell.

"Y-yeah- I know- obviously it's fine. I'm just not-"

"Not what exactly?" Camilo jumped out of his skin when he saw his mother walking out of her and his father's room, Dolores too surprisingly.

"I- uh- nothing mami" Camilo had accidently made eye contact with his parents, showing his blushing and embarrassed face.

"Camilo's said he isn't t!cklish" Dolores explained, oh how quickly he cursed her gift once more.

"No- well- yeah- I'm not. It's dumb- I just wanna go to my room please?" Camilo stuttered and whined, looking over to his room.

Why was this becoming such a big thing? Why couldn't he just go to his room and calm down? Why did he have to be like this?

"It's not dumb hijo, its perfectly normal" Felix explained, wanting to reassure his teenage son.

"Yeah, anyway Camilo, you used to love it when you were younger" Pepa explained, quickly remembering her son who loved t!ckles.

Camilo grunted, why did they all suddenly care now? Why remember now? He had mixed feelings about the whole ordeal.

"Yeah- and that was like almost a decade ago. I've grown up since then, matured-"

"Pfft" Dolores couldn't hold back her snicker, she walked over and began poking her brothers side, knowing fully well he was still just as t!cklish as he was ten years ago.

"Hehey!" Camilo jumped back, his face blushed as he almost bumped into Bruno again.

"L-leave off- I'm not t!cklish!" Camilo slightly yelled, feeling embarrassed- yet something within him seemed happy? Excited almost?

"You're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, raising an eyebrow at her son as Dolores let off with a sweet smile, knowing exactly what would go down now.

Camilo was a mischievous kid. He was cheeky, playful, dramatic; and where did he get this? His parents.

Pepa and Felix were both pretty playful people, even when they were younger they would be the out going ones! It wasn't a surprise one of their kids would take their playful and teasing traits.

Camilo trued to hold back his nervous giggles and blushing face, groaning at the whole situation.

When he was younger, his parents were ruthless. He loved it, but right now he just wanted to yell or hide or anything so he didn't have to feel so trapped and flustered. It was so dumb. He hated how he wanted to run, yet also hated how his mind seemed to slowly be travelling to cloud 9. Why why why!?

"Camilo, you used to love being t!ckled! What changed?" Felix asked, slightly teasing the boy as he wiggled a finger at him. Camilo ran a hand through his hair and groaned, trying to seem confident but failing as his voice cracked.

"N-nothing- I grew up and now I just- I just wanna get to my room! So please, please move?" Oh yes. Very confident. Zero eye contact, voice breaking, asking rather than demanding, MANNERS.

"Nothing changed?" Bruno asked, rather blunt as he smiled at his nephew.

Camilo span around, surprisingly close to his uncle as Dplores had made him almost fall onto him previously.

"What?! I- no- I- oh come on! I'm 15, this is so childish and stupid-"

"Camilo, are you embarrassed by t!ckling?" Bruno asked, interrupting his rambling and luckily making him stop before he blurted something he didn't want to.

Camilo stopped and his blush grew by 50%, unable to speak for a second.

"I'm not t!cklish, so why would I?" He asked, a little defensively. Honesty, no one knew who he was trying to convince, everyone had already seen his giggles at a few pokes, his blushing face was a grand tell too.

"Oh really?" Pepa asked, mischief in her voice as she smirked at her son.

"Mami-" Camilo watched as she stepped forward a little, making him step back and walk into Bruno who just held him lightly, feeling as he shook from bubbled up giggles in his throat and butterflies in his tummy.

"Felix, I think we should test this. If Camilo's telling the truth, he wouldn't mind right?" Pepa asked her husband, hand on her hip with a mischievous smile. Her husband had the exact sane look on his face, then turned to Camilo.

"Yeah, surely he shouldn't lie to us?"

Camilo squeaked very quietly, only Bruno and Delores being able to hear it. The two let out little giggles and a chuckle as Camilo was almost frozen. Bruno wasn't holding him tight, just hands on his arms so he had a chance to escape.

Camilo's body wouldn't move though. His mind raced and raced with thoughts about how dumb it was and how he needed to escape, but he also wanted it- it had been so long and maybe it was okay? He was childish all the time right? But then again, this is something he shouldn't enjoy, he should be embarrassed right?

Wrong.

Pepa teasingly wiggled her fingers at her son and smirked as she crouched forwards a little towards her son.

"Wahait- mami-" camilo couldn't help the tiny giggles that slipped through his mouth, hands up slightly as he tried to look away and hide his blushing face but couldn't.

"T!ckle t!ckle Camilo~" Mirabel teased from the sidelines, now standing with Dolores as the two watched the scene unfold.

Camilo grunted at his cousin but yelped as hands attatched themselves to his sides and belly, beginning to t!ckle around his belly button and sides.

"WAiAhait! Wahait mAmI!" Camilo jumped backwards into Bruno who just kept camilo there, lightly holding him as he fell backwards into him. Pepa had began to attack his torso, poking and spidering, or just casual t!ckle squeezing his sides.

Felix smirked, hands on his hips as he watched the scene, "Camilo? What's wrong? T!cklish?" He teased, unable to hide the shit eating grin on his face.

"Nohoho! NO NO-" Camilo hadn't even seen where his dad had walked up and began to help his wife, both taking a side each as each of their ten digits danced around a side each, sending Camilo into hystericals.

"EEE PfFt pLEASE-" Camilo couldn't seem to say stop, just laughing himself silly. It had been years since someone had done this to him, and he wasn't complaining anymore, though he kept up his little "I'm not t!cklish" act.

Camilo didn't even try to stop them yet, just hugging himself above their hands and laughing with blush filling his whole face. Freely letting them do as they pleased.

"Aw, Amor are you t!cklish?" Pepa awed, continuing to t!ckle her son and take a hand to the side of his neck. This made adorable giggles spill from his mouth, hunching up his shoulders to make it stop.

He couldn't handle it all, his mind splitting a couple times. This wasn't even half of what they used to do to wreck him, yet he was already squeezing his eyes shut and hugging himself.

It isn't possible to get more t!cklish is it?

"Nahaha ehehehe mami mami- papi-" Felix slowed down for a second to appreciate their sons adorable, child-like giggles, but said giggles only empowered his mum to continue her assault, moving around to the back of his neck to make him squeal slightly.

"Camilo, what's wrong? You're wiggling around so much!" Felix joined in again, attacking one of the boys hips and continuing his assault on his belly.

This really made a movement for Camilo, he doubled over, now covering his torso and hiding his neck, lifting up a arm where Pepa had stopped t!ckling his side to rub the neck t!ckles away.

T!ckling did something to your mind, because obviously this was a terrible mistake.

Bruno wrapped his arms around Camilo's torso, trying to keep him from falling over but accidentally making the boy laugh harder as he expected more t!ckles from the movement.

Camilo almost fell to the ground again when his papa attacked his ribcage, skittering his fingers all over one side. Camilo try to lean away but never tried to actually escape, emjoying the moment with his parents.

"EEE PFF WAHAHIT wAhAhHHaIt!" Camilo laugh was now his casual belly laughter, laughing as his dad wrecked his ribcage and squeezing his eyes shut even tighter.

"DAD- PAPI-" Camilo couldn't talk yet, letting his laughter light up the area.

"Yeah Camilo?" His dad answered, as though nothing was going on and began to squeeze the back of Camilo's ribs, causing him to jolt up and open himself up, trying to protect himself, though it was very difficult as his mother decided to play music on his ribcage.

"Felix, look! This one makes music" Pepa teased, treating her son as a toddler again, teasing him abd pretending. She began to poke different ribs and "play music" as she called it. Felix deciding to wreck his side abd ribs once more.

"OkAY OKAY! You WIHIHIN!" Camilo began to fight back mow, very lightly of course, holding his parents  wrists with a hand each.

The two stopped instantly, giving their son some breathing and regain a little sanity; but they weren't done yet. They only stopped to look at each other as they realised the position they were in.

"Camilo, I think your t!cklish-" Bruno slightly whispered, well, he tried too, but was rather loud making everyone laugh and Camilo cringe.

"No no, our test isn't complete yet" Felix teased, smirking at his wife. Camilo looked up at the two with horror in his eyes, well- joy- but still. He couldn't believe they weren't done?! Not that a part of him wanted them to be.

"Waiaiahat- nohoho-" Camilo couldn't hold back his giggling, where else were they gonna go? How badly were they gonna wreck him? Sure so far they hadn't killed him, but he surrendered?- Well not really but still! 

The two quickly shot their hands into the boys armpits, making him jump and almost knock over Bruno. He squealed and slammed his arms down, shaking his head as a smile quickly carved its way onto his mouth.

"Told you he was t!cklish" Dolores smirked from a far wotb Mirabel, watching as he threw his head back and squeaked, kicking out beneath him.

"SHUHUT UPPP DOLOREHEJES" Camilo swapped between light giggling and loud hearty laughter, desperately trying to escape now but unable to because his mind just faded with an escape plan, just standing there and taking it as he was above cloud 9, a smile on his face as he tried to do anything and everything.

The boy would throw his head back, kick out his legs- though just tio was pretty strong- try to scrunch up, he even did that tiny nose scrunch to hide his face. At one point he had his arms down and forearms up, trying to hide his face as giggles slipped through his hands. His sides would try to swivel and swerve but no matter what he could still feal the t!ckling fingers under his arms.

One hand each up his armpits, each parent had another hand left, both going for rather hellish spots to wreck their boy's mind. Pepa would t!ckle the top of Camilo's belly, very gently of course, making giggles spill from his mouth, whilst Felix decided to go for a kill and use his other hand to roughly squeeze the boys hips, making him jump and yell, almost kicking him somehow.

Camilo's brain was completely I'm fractures at this point. He couldn't handle all the different t!ckling in all the different places, making him want to scream, laugh, giggle, yet his mind wouldn't tell them apart so he just died in each. Tears began to spill from his eyes now, doubling over with laughter as he let the t!ckles take over.

There was only one thing Camilo knew for certain. He wanted this. He loved it.

"Camiloooo~" Camilo heard his name, yet the t!ckling didn't crease, "Camilo are you t!cklish?" Camilo couldn't answer, nor wanted too, only shaking his head. Though everyone else thought this wad him indicating a "no".

"Wow? He's still keeping up with the act?" Bruno and Dolores questioned, surprised at it.

"It's because hes secretly loving it" Mirabel joked, wanting to see how far he would go.

"So you're not t!cklish?" Pepa asked, continuing to wreck his armpit and belly.

Camilo began to giggle as he focused on the gentle belly tickles, but squealed when his father squeezed his hip again.

"PLEHAHESSESASEEE" Camilo tried to beg, he needed it to stop, but wanted it to continue. It seemed that was no secret to anyone.

Camilo fell to his knees in an instant, Bruno letting him gently fall rather than collapse. The boy couldn't hold up much longer and continued to squeal and laugh.

"Oh come on hijo, you used to be able to take this for way longer!" Felix teased, moving to gently t!ckle the boys neck.

"THAHAHAT WAS TEHEHEN YEARS AGOOOHOHO Nooooohoho" Camilo really couldn't stand the neck t!ckles, wiggling his head around more.

"Aw, you're adorable Camilo!" Pepa awed,watching as her son erupted into child-like giggles once more, almost hiccuping with sweet laughter.

Camilo was sitting on his knees now, his parents and tio doing the same, he was surrounded by t!ckles and giggles, laughter filling the air.

"Last time Camilo; Are you t!cklish?" His mum asked, trying to sound as though this was a very important issue that they would have to fix.

"MaHAHAmI! StAhAHaP aSKinHihing!" Camilo begged, emjoying the moment but knowing whatever answer he gave would choose his fate.

"Fine mi Amor, but don't blame me for what happens next!" His parents nodded at Bruno who let the kid go, his parents t!ckling him to the ground as Pepa sat on his waist and Felix held up his arms.

They let the t!ckling stopped for a moment, giving their son a breather and a little bit of his sanity back.

Camilo whined with giggles as he let his head fall back, not even realising the position just yet. He had blush all over his face, a smile, and his hair a mess everywhere on the ground and around around his face.

But the boys smile faded as he kept his eyes closed, realising what had happened, what might happen, he couldn't stop the thoughts that convinced him he was weak and childish.

"Mahami- papi- plehease... this is so dumb and embarrassing" He whined, apparently not learning his lesson just yet...

"You're a child Camilo" Pepa sighed with a smile, "everyone's t!cklish, and if you enjoy it, don't be embarrassed" Felix bumped in, smiling at his son.

Camilo needed to be told that, parts of him still not believing it, but he still needed to hear it.

"Anyway, I'm hungry" Pepa teased, looking down at her sons belly and picking up her hands into claws above him.

Quickly Camilo realised the situation and watched as horror, looking to his sister, cousin and uncle for help, but each had a smile or smirk on their face as they waited for the show.

"Mami- mami wahait- we can talk about this? Dinner will be ready soon-" Pepa only shook her head as Camilo began to beg, knowing exactly what was about to happen.

"No no, your belly looks much nicer, and I'm hungry now. You don't mind do you? Seeing as you're not t!cklish?" Pepa teased, going in for the gold as she gently began to lift up his shirt and ruana. Camilo had already started giggling at the air and fabric that glided over his skin.

He looked to his father for support but he had the same shit eating grin, holding the boys arms above his head as he held a hand over the boys death spot, giving his armpit a gentle poke that made him dissolve into laughter.

"Mi vida, do you think he got more t!cklish?!" Felix teased, looking up to his wife as their son continued to laugh beneath them, only having a poke.

Pepa shook her head, "no, no, he can't be, he's not t!cklish!" She teased, poking her sons belly a little, making him wiggle.

"Pleheheaseee"

"Ohhh, yeah- you're right!" Felix teased, t!ckling their sons neck making him hunch up.

"Guhuhuys!"

"Anyway, I'm hungry!"

"Mahami! mahHAMII AH NOHOHO NO NO MAMIIIIIIII" Camilo screamed as his mother quickly pounced, clawing his sides and squeezing as she took a big breath, then blew a massive raspberry on her sons tummy.

"MAMI- NOHO NO YOU WIN YOU WIN PLEASEEE" Camilo lifted his back and flopped around as he yelled, screaming laughter filled the room as his dad stuck his fingers into his armpits and began to t!ckle him silly.

"PAPI- MAMI NO- WAHAIT WAITHHFDKAGAHSHAT" Camilo's words quickly mixed in with his laughter as he was free to thrash around as he was tortured. He squealed and screamed, closing his eyes tightly as tears prickled.

His mother blew another rasberry, gripping his hips and squeezing, turning his laughter silent, his dad swapped hands and he quickly began to twist and trash more.

This continued for what felt like hours. Camilo finally gave up on fighting back, limping and occasionally lifting his back as his mum would blow another rasberry.

He threw his head back, hair everywhere and blush grown way past his ears and down his neck, his smile plastered onto his face and threatened to stick forever as the wonder continued.

Pepa landed a few light kisses on her sons tummy, gently fluttering her fingers over his sides as Felix stopped and t!ckles his neck. Camilo was so done, so worn out, he just sat back as his giggles spilled from his mouth.

"Aw- that was adorable-" Mirabel stated, awing at her primo. Dolores agreed with a smile, Bruno too. Then Julieta called everyone fir dinner, the three left and explained the others might be a couple more minutes.

Felix and Pepa both let off, helping their son sit up with them. Pepa sat on her knees and Felix on a knee, Camilo was still silly with giggles and sat up with a light head. Camilo couldn't hide his happiness, both his parents awing at his adorableness. Felixed ruffled the boys hair with a proud smile.

"See, not so childish or bad is it?"

Camilo didn't answer, though his giggles did fade.

"I mean- I never said it was bad but-"

"Ah, so you do still enjoy it?" Pepa teased, smiling at her eldest son.

Camilo blushed and grunted, not necessarily agreeing but he didn't disagree.

"Why are you so embarrassed about it?" Felix asked, putting a reassuring hand on his sons shoulder.

Camilo was silent for a second but let out a sigh, he was still a little loopy from all the t!ckles so he couldn't think properly and just started talking.

Camilo explained that they knew he liked it when he was younger, but they had stopped after Bruno disappeared and never really did anything again, and after Antonio was born they would never t!ckle him and so he assumed it was something to be ashamed of or that it was only for children so he shouldn't enjoy it. Normally he would be able to shape shift to get rid of something he couldn't cope with, be someone else. But he couldn't with his mind, so he hated that he liked it and and-

He didn't finish though, broken by his parents who both leant in and took their boy in for a hug.

"We're so sorry Camilo" Pepa never wanted to do that, Felix neither. They explained it was okay to enjoy tickling, that it was okay if it was childish, many people young or old still enjoyed it.

The reason they hasn't done it was because they had been under so much stress and after Bruno left, it was just strange because he also used to like it and it reminded Pepa of him.

"We promise to t!ckle you more often" Camilo cringed and blushed at that, though they were trying to be sincere and helped him up.

"Ohokay- that- er- let's just drop it for now" Camilo laughed nervously, cringing at the promise. Felix poked the boys side, sending him jumping through the air.

"Never dropping this" he said, teasing his son yet again.

"Yeah, we should show everyone at dinner how t!cklish you are" Pepa teased, nudging her son.

Camilo put his hands up and blushed, a nervous smile on his face. "NO! Noho- no I'm okay- let's just go-"

Camilo received many more t!ckles after that.