#wiggly's encanto fics

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HIHI hi. I love your writing so far and if requests are opennnnnn (and since you’ve seen Encanto) I’d absolutely love 18. “Are you ticklish?” With ler!Pepa and lee!Dolores,,,,, thank you so much!

Sorry it took me a while, but here you go! I don't know if this is what you were hoping but I hope you like it.

While You Still Are My Child

SFW tickle fic Fandom: Encanto ler!Pepa, lee!Dolores Ships: (Dolores x Mariano) Summary: Pepa feels wistful her eldest daughter is all grown up and wishes to reminisce some memories from Dolores' early childhood. A/N: Whoo boy, my first proper fanfic AND first tk fic ever. I hope I used the Spanish terms of endearment correctly, as I'm not from any Spanish-speaking country or even American for that matter: I've heard their usage can vary quite a bit from country to country, so I hope their usage here is right in Colombian context. If not, please tell me so I can learn better!

”Mom, are you done soon? Mariano could be here any minute.” Dolores did her best to stand as immobile as possible while Pepa fussed all around her measuring skirt length here, putting a pin there and occasionally pulling a hem straight there. It was slightly challenging at times especially whenever she pinned some fabric close to the skin – Dolores instinctively recoiled in fear of being accidentally pricked.

”Try not to fret, mija. Back when I wore this at your age I used to be pudgier than you are now”, Pepa reminded her daughter while never ceasing to work on the dress. ”The colour suits you beautifully, but if you wore it without readjusting the size at all it would hang loosely on you like your Tio Bruno’s poncho”, she continued and walked to Dolores’ other side to make sure the hem was even all around.

”You dropped a pin. Behind my left heel.” Pepa quickly searched the dropped pin and picked it up. ”Thank you, dear.” Pepa walked around her daughter, looking at her in every angle while occasionally humming softly in approval. ”Twirl around.”

Dolores spun around a couple of times letting the shin-length circle skirt flow like a golden wave.

Pepa’s eyes just about lit up from pure delight. ”It fits almost perfectly! Except there…” She walked to Dolores eyeing one specific spot on her waist where sat a small, yet noticeable lump of fabric. ”I still must even that one out”, she said fidgeting the spot.

Dolores’ breath got stuck in her throat. When Pepa examined the not-yet-quite-perfect dress her fingers had ever so softly wiggled against her stomach. She bit her lip and slightly sucked her tummy in.

Pepa was completely lost in thought and kept prodding and pinching the waistline at various spots, making Dolores do her best to keep still and hold back a smile. ”You could just hide it with a belt of course… But that would be a cheap way to hide lousy handwork. Or maybe—yes, I could undo the darts and instead insert an elastic waistband here”, Pepa said starting to stroke Dolores’ waist with her index finger. Dolores felt blush rise to her cheeks that were starting to hurt from struggling to keep her expression neutral.

Oblivious to her daughter’s struggles, Pepa kept rambling to herself. ”So the placement is at this height… And it would look the best to be of this width”, she emphasized her last two words by taking the ideal measure between her thumb and index finger and poking them at Dolores’ side.

”Eep!” Dolores jerked away. Pepa looked at her confused for a second, then burst into an amused chuckle. ”Aww, sweetheart. Are you ticklish?”

”Mom”, Dolores hushed, her cheeks now rosy pink.

Pepa walked behind her, now looking straight at her back.

”You know, I don’t know if you still remember but I used to play this back drawing game with you when you were little”, she explained with a hint of mischief in her voice. ”It didn’t tickle you back then. Or have you become sensitive here too?” she asked, running a finger down starting from her upper right back.

”Mohohom please”, Dolores giggled softly while squirming under the touch.

Pepa changed direction, running her finger a short while to the left and going back up again just next to Dolores’ spine, making her shiver and let out a quiet squee. Pepa sighed wistfully.

”How time flies… You are such a big girl already. You’ve fallen in love and before papa or I even realise it, you will get married and have children with Mariano.” Dolores blushed and couldn’t help a smile forming to her face, and this time it was not because of the tickling.

”Oh, come on mom, it—it won’t happen that soon”, she stammered looking at the floor.

Pepa finished the figure by drawing a little bit to the right, ”connecting” the line to the spot she had started in. ”Mija, may I still relive my dearest memories of your childhood with you while I still have a chance?” She drew some sort of an ellipse on top of the slender rectangle she had drawn earlier. ”I’ll draw something on your back and you will have to guess what it is.”

Dolores’ expression softened. ”Of course, mom.”

A small giggly yelp and a flinch escaped Dolores as she felt her mom’s finger prod a new spot, this time on her upper left back. She squirmed when it travelled down all the way to her lower back, giggled when it continued its journey on the height of her waist towards the spine and shivered when it ran back up on the left side of her spine. Pepa finished this figure the same way as the first one, ending up with a tall rectangle with an ellipse on top.

”Now the final part of the drawing”, Pepa announced.

”Eheheep!” Dolores squealed her loudest laugh up to this point and arched her back, as she wasn’t prepared at all to feel twofingers now running on both sides of her spine. Once again, the lines connected at the top and bottom and an ellipse appeared on top of the figure.

”Now, can you guess what it is?”

To be fair, Dolores hadn’t had a chance to concentrate on the bigger picture when the primary thought about each drawn line had been mainly how bad it tickled. ”No…” she giggled, a bit embarrassed.

”I drew you three candles”, Pepa explained. ”In traditional weddings the bride and the groom each light one candle of their own”, she continued while strenghtening the ellipses – the ”flames” – of the outer figures. Dolores felt her cheeks warming up and she huffed a small flustered laughter at the mentioning of a wedding. ”Then they use those candles to light a third one” – Pepa’s finger strenghtened the middle flame – ”and put out the first two.” she now used her whole palms to gently rub Dolores’ upper back on both sides as if she had wiped the outer flames away. ”The bride and the groom leave the church with the third lit candle, symbolizing how they are now together as one.”

Pepa held Dolores by the shoulders and guided her to turn around to face her. ”Dolores, you are so beautiful, and seeing you so happy with Mariano makes you just radiate beauty even more. I wish that happiness lasts between you two for your whole lifetimes.”

Even if Dolores had a hard time looking her mom in the eye due to the flustering subject, she was genuinely moved by her words. ”Th—thank you.” She then felt something small pushing at her shin.

”Casita, what is it?” An alarm clock was obviously growing impatient for her attention.

”Oh no, Mariano said he’d come at six and it’s already half past five!”

Pepa’s eyes widened as the weather turned to a windy storm in an instant. ”Casita, get my sewing machine here and fast!”

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It kept saying there was an issue with my asks so sorry if you get this multiple times. If you’re still taking requests can I request prompt 9 with lee!Mirabel and ler!Julieta?

Sorry for the delay, but here ya go!

The Same Rules As Always

SFW Tickle fic Fandom: Encanto ler!Julieta, switch!Mirabel, lee!Antonio Summary: As Mirabel found out that day, tables can turn very quickly. A/N: Sorry for the delay! I’ve been crazy busy with a theatre production at our college and trying to write my thesis and whatnot. However, happy May to you, I hope you like this! Even though you didn’t request for that exactly, I included lee!Antonio in the fic as well as I felt that would give a good, IC premise for the story.

“Come out, come out wherever you are…”

Antonio sat hidden behind a large flowerpot, trying to suppress his anticipatory giggles as Mirabel’s teasing rang out in the hallway. He heard his cousin’s every footstep sound nearer than the previous one, and at the same pace grew his excited nervousness.

Mirabel stopped just a few metres away from Antonio’s hiding place.

“Oooh, where could Antonio have gone? Too bad I can’t speak to animals so I could just ask Tio Bruno’s rats to help find my dear baby cousin…” she pretended to be totally unaware of the large tuft of brown curly hair that was laughably visible from behind the flowerpot.

A toucan flew by. “Hello, friend! Would you happen to know where Antonio is?”

The bird kept flying over Antonio, then roosted on top of a bannister a bit further away. “Oh, he went downstairs?” Mirabel cooed mischievously. Antonio couldn’t completely stifle a nervous snicker.

“Well, that only means I have to follow him there…” Mirabel stretched out every word while strolling right next to Antonio’s hiding place. She stopped there for a moment, if only just to keep her cousin a tad more on his toes, and then took a few steps past it as if heading for the staircase. Antonio sighed in relief with a large grin.

“GOTCHA!” Mirabel made a sharp U-turn and bounced back to Antonio’s direction. Antonio jumped from the sudden startle and broke into hysterical laughter as he scrambled on his legs to run away. Unfortunately, he was too slow, and next thing he registered was that he was in Mirabel’s tight grasp pulled into a hug, her claw-motioning hands being dangerously close to his stomach. Mirabel chuckled in a low voice.

“Well well well, did you really think I would fall for that…” A first short wiggle of an index finger on Antonio’s belly, eliciting a lot of squirming and a loud burst of laughter. “But I’ll give you a chance. After all, I did cheat a little too. I’ll let you go and you have three seconds to run.”

The second Mirabel let him go Antonio ran down the stairs, screaming and giggling all the while.

“Uno… dos… tres, ready or not, Antonio, here I come!” Antonio’s giddy laughter rose in pitch when he heard Mirabel come after him alarmingly quickly – he hadn’t gotten even far, only to the bottom of the stairs. His gleeful panic only increased when Mirabel slid down the bannister, catching up even faster. Antonio escaped to the first direction he spontaneously thought of: the kitchen.

Julieta had always loved baking even as a young child, before even getting her gift: kneading sticky dough felt almost meditative. Today she was pulled from her trance-like state by her nephew’s loud and frantic entrance to the kitchen.

“Tia Julieta, help!”

“Antonio, what’s the matter?” Julieta hurried clumsily to catch a vase Antonio accidentally almost knocked off the counter. Right then Mirabel appeared on the doorway, hands clawing the air menacingly.

“ Oh no, Antonio, looks like you’re caught in dead end now~!”

“Nooohohohehee!” Antonio hurried behind Julieta. “Tia Julieta, hehehelp mee!”

Julieta had worn a puzzled expression about all the chaos, but now as she realized what was going on she put an evil grin on her face, not unlike her daughter. “Oh mija, have you been bullying your cousin…?”

That moment Mirabel’s own grin changed for a wide-eyed shock. “Mama, come on…” she chuckled nervously.

“You know the rules. The same ones since you were Antonio’s age”, Julieta said quietly. “You have three seconds to run.” Mirabel squeaked at those words.

“Uno…”

The kitchen was too cramped and full of furnishings for Mirabel to break into a proper run safely. She awkwardly started making her way towards the door.

“Dos…”

Her skirt got stuck on a nail on a wall. Mirabel stopped to hastily free herself, growing more panicked.

“Tres!”

Mirabel squealed at hearing her mum count to the last number and she lost focus on the stuck skirt, fumbling at her attempts to get it unstuck. She couldn’t free herself in time – so soon enough she was in Julieta’s arms with no chance of escape.

“Mohohom please no!”

“Now watch, Antonio. Mirabel likes to tickle people’s tummies especially… because she has always been sensitive herself there”, Julieta explained joyously to Antonio while scribbling around Mirabel’s belly button. The reaction was immediate: Mirabel let out a loud squeal before crumbling to never-ending giggles.

“Mohohoom! Come ohohon!” She tried to push Julieta’s arms away.

Antonio’s smile had now changed a bit: instead of the nervous grin he had had previously he was sporting a menacing one. “Tia Julieta, may I try too?” he wiggled his fingers.

“Go on, it’s about time someone gave her a taste of her own medicine”, Julieta smiled mischievously. “Isn’t that fair, Mirabel?”

“No it’s not fair at AHAHAALL!” Now there were four hands tickling her instead of two, and the two very small ones were extra tickly, with smaller fingers being able to dig in more efficiently.

Julieta smiled warmly. “Will you say Antonio you’re sorry for being such a mean scary cousin to him? She was mean and scary towards you, right, Antonio?”

“Sí! She frightened me so much I will probably have nightmares about her tonight!” Antonio played along. Among her laughter Mirabel managed to form incomprehensible attempts at words that probably were meant to be “Aww come on” – how could a five-year-old be so cunning? That did it, Camilo had bad influence on the little boy. Then again, Mirabel reckoned that to show good example she herself should probably have cut down mischief as well.

“Is that so? Well then that requires extra punishment”, Julieta said nonchalantly and crept her hands to scritch at Mirabel’s underarms.

Mirabel jumped almost out of her mum’s grasp and kicked her legs so violently Antonio had to dodge aside to avoid getting kicked. “Ahaha! Not there mum!”

“I still don’t hear the apology, my adorable sweetie bun”, Julieta cooed while peppering Mirabel’s cheek with kisses, ending the flurry with a big raspberry on her neck.

“Okahay okay okay I’m sorry! I’m sohohorry Antonio!”

Julieta let her go. “There you go”, she said smiling warmly.

“She didn’t say she was sorry for being mean and scary”, Antonio said and kneeled on the ground to spider a few fingers at Mirabel’s bare ankle, earning a squeal and a jerk on the leg in question.

“Now now, Antonio, that’s enough. We promised the tickling would stop if she apologized and she did”, Julieta scolded gently. “Now we must also keep our word and let her be.”

“Oh. Sorry, Mirabel”, Antonio said at his cousin with a slightly remorseful look on his face. “Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine”, Mirabel responded smiling and finally got her skirt free from the nail. “Did you have fun all the way too? I mean, I hope I didn’t truly make you feel uncomfortable”, she continued with a worried tone.

To her relief Antonio just smiled widely. “I did! And I want to play the tickle monster with you again!”

Mirabel smiled and hugged her cousin tightly, ruffling his hair a bit. “Well, I can guarantee you that, little monkey.”

“Now I could use some help of you both little monkeys”, Julieta’s voice interrupted the bonding moment between the cousins. She pointed a beater totally covered in dough at them. “Now which one would do me the favour of licking this clean and which one would do the same to the bowl once I get the dough out of it?”

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Wiggly’s masterpost

Hi and welcome to Wiggly’s tk blog! Here you can quickly find my fandoms, important tags and principles for asks and requests!

Asks: OPEN

Fic/headcanon requests: OPEN

Fandoms I write stuff for (the ones I currently hyperfixate on the most are written in italics):

Crash Bandicoot

Team Fortress 2

Aggretsuko

Encanto

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Megamind

Undertale

Don't Starve

Some useful tags I often use:

#[fandom name] tk hcs - All of my hcs can be found with this pattern. So for example, if you wanted to find all of my Megamind headcanons you’d search #megamind tk hcs. All lower key but the work's whole name, so search "team fortress 2" instead of "tf2".

#wiggly’s [fandom name] fics - The same idea for finding fics of specific fandoms.

#wiggly's [fandom name] stuff - When you want to find everything I've written about a certain fandom, both hcs and fics included.

#wiggly’s tickle hcs - A general tag for my hcs of all fandoms.

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#wiggly’s musings - General tword-related rambles from me.

Rules and boundaries

This is primarily a SFW blog! Some NSFW-ish discussion might pop up in some posts but I will not write explicit sexual content: for example, I might mention one of the character's tickle spots being also an erogenous zone or that their foreplay with their partner often involves tickles but I won't write a fic where they are doing said funny business. Or if I do write I won't post it here, try AO3 instead.

No non-consensual tk torture.

No full bondage. Light restraining of movement such as arms tied behind the person’s back or the classic “stuck under a bed” schticks are okay.

No content about real people such as K-pop artists, Youtubers etc.

I’d like to stay within my interpretations of the characters, so I won’t write stuff that would explicitly go against my hcs. For example, you will not get a lee!Metroman from me because I hc him as totally non-ticklish.

Be polite. (Being efficient and having a plan to kill everyone you meet are optional, though.)

I appreciate your patience! I live quite a busy lifestyle and my ADHD + depression combo aren’t really helping, so it may take time for me to answer your asks and requests. But I am happy about each one I get, and I swear to answer everything you send to me! I try to stay within a max delay of 2 to 3 weeks.

I’m the most willing to write about my current hyperfixations but you’re welcome to send asks about any of the fandoms listed above; the hyperfixation status merely means I’ll probably get them done sooner and might make more stuff for them out of my own will. :P You can ask about other fandoms too of course but then I can’t guarantee I know it well enough.