#ler!mirabel

"No, I haven't." Camilo thanked all the gods there were that he had had the presence of mind to transform himself into someone else and throw himself onto the sofa, grabbing the nearest book. 'A Guide To Local Healing Plants'... whatever, this would do. "Can't you see I'm busy, Mira? Next time better think twice before barging into a room like that, people live here!"

"Jeesh, alright, I'm sorry. Tell me when you see him, okay?" Mirabel made her way towards the exit and Camilo allowed himself a celebratory cheer on the inside - then his cousin froze in her tracks and turned around, her eyes narrowed and hands on her hips in that wonderfully reproachful manner she must've picked up from Abuela. Without even realizing what exactly it was, Camilo knew that he had made a mistake and he felt a shiver run down his spine. His cheer had probably jinxed it.

“Actually, I don’t think we’re done here just yet.” An undeniable sense of nervosity arose in Camilo when Mirabel came over to stand in front of the sofa and stare him down. It took all of his nerve to not drop the annoyed facade of his oldest cousin. “Are you 100% sure that you’re Isa?”

“What the hell are you on about- of course I am!”

“Let me be a little more specific for you. Are you 100% sure that you are, inside and outside, my older sister Isabella Madrigal?”

“Listen, I don’t know about you, but I actually have something to do here, so I’d really appreciate it if you left me, Isabella, alone! Because yes, I am 100% sure!” Fairly pleased with his performance, Camilo returned his gaze to the book in his hands, only to be interrupted once more when Mirabel leaned forward and right into his personal space.

“The thing is just, I’m finding it very hard to believe you.” A truly terrifying smirk appeared on her face, making Camilo shiver. “There are only three people in this entire family who call me Mira, and rest assured, dear cousin, Isabella is not one of them.”

Camilo knew that this was probably the point at which he should just drop the act and confess, but when has Camilo Madrigal ever backed down from an acting challenge? “Can’t I even call my sister Mira when I feel like it?”

“Oh, you wanna play? Alright, we’ll play.” With that, Mirabel’s hands latched onto his sides, squeezing and drawing a surprised shriek from Camilo. Shit. “I promise you, you won’t be able to hold this mask for much longer! I know all of your tickle spots and we’ll just go through them, alright? Are we on the same page?”

Despite the giggles spilling out of his mouth, Camilo somehow still found the composure to get cocky with her. “Ihi dohon’t know how Cahamilo’s spots ahare gonnaha be ohof use for yohou! Ihi’m ohobviously nohot Cahamiloho!”

“Yet you’re laughing, even though Isa’s not that ticklish on her sides.”

Camilo was very much aware that Mirabel had the upper hand, but he was determined to not give her the satisfaction of exposing him just yet. “I aham Isahaha, stahahapt tahalkihing to mehe ahas if Ihi’m nahat hehere!”

“Sure… let’s go on to the next spot then. If I recall correctly, Isa is very ticklish riiiight… here!” Mirabel lifted her eyebrows at the burst of laughter that exploded from Camilo’s mouth. “Oha, seems like you’re too!”

“Behecahahahause Ihihi’m-”

“You’re not, stop pretending.” Mirabel grinned as she wiggled her fingers into the spaces between his ribs. (Why couldn’t his sensitivities and ticklishness also change when he put on a different exterior?! Isabella was not nearly half as ticklish as himself, everything would be so much easier!) “I can tell, because Isa is very ticklish there, but Camilo is veeery ticklish there. Just make this easier for both of us and show yourself!”

“Ihi dohon’t knowhow whahahat yohou’re tahahalkihing ahabout…”

“Oh, you will!” Mirabel’s grin turned wicked. “Let’s see… there’s one more spot we could go to.” Gosh, if that wasn’t unsettling. Camilo squawked when his cousin pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips, facing his legs. He couldn’t even kick properly in Isabella’s stupid dress! “Any last words, Camilo?”

“Y-you wihish!”

“Alright, that’s it.”

All of Camilo’s intentions to keep his act up as long as possible flew right out the window when Mirabel squeezed both of his knees at the same time. He didn’t even notice the transformation back into his own body; at this point he was shrieking at the top of his lungs, banging his fists on the couch and fighting for his bare survival.

“There you are!” Mirabel had turned around to grin down at him, all while not stopping her assault on his poor knees for one second. “I knew you were in there! Now, where did you put my knitting stuff?”

“IHI- I- GAHAHA MIHIRAHAHAHA!”

“Okay, okay.” She slowed down a little. “So?”

“Ihi- ihit’s in thahahat plahant ohover theheheAAAHAHA NAHAHA! IHI TAHAHALD YOHOU WEHEHERE IHI PUHUT IHIT- STAHAHAHAP!”

I know it's a popular headcanon that she's either insanely ticklish or not that ticklish but honestly I'd say she's moderately ticklish. About average.

Isabela's worst spot is definitely her ribs - there's something about them that just drive her insane idk. Other spots include her thighs, feet and her hands.

In my head I definitely think Isabela prefers to ler than lee - she much prefers the act of tickling to being tickled. Although when she was playing abuela's pretty princess she would have to drag her victim into her bedroom before she could attack them - otherwise she'd be scolded for engaging in such 'childish behaviour'.

That being said, she is absolutely the meanest ler in Casita and all should fear the flower girls wrath.

This woman can control vines and you really think she won't use that power for evil? Fools.

The only people she'll actually let tickle her are her Mami and Papi. Luisa and Mirabel occasionally get a pass but only if they're in the safety of her bedroom.

Isabela's laugh is not what you'd expect. When playing senorita perfect she had this perfect quiet giggle she'd put on, but she straight up cackles and it's completely unexpected.

She doesn't hide her cackle anymore post-film and it soon becomes one of her distinguishing traits.

Has perfected her nails to be the optimal tickling tool. Also they're stabby for when she needs to fight Camilo for the last arepa. But they're still perfect for tickles.

She will show her nails off when threatening someone with tickles just bc she knows the power they hold.

Dolores

Surprisingly not that ticklish. People would expect her to be for some reason, but she finds it funny when people try to sneak attack her and it doesn't work.

Her worst spot is actually her ears. They're not just sensitive to sound - they're incredibly sensitive to even the lightest sensation. Blowing on them makes her squeal loud enough to make herself cringe.

Dolores is also one mean ler, although that's mainly because she managed to acquire two very mischievous younger brothers. She doesn't ler very often though - unfortunately the laughter can hurt her ears.

That doesn't mean she won't tickle her two brothers to tears whenever they try to prank her though. Ear plugs were invented for a reason.

Especially Camilo. Antonio is very small and very precious - Camilo is just a little shit.

Speaking of Camilo - she will absolutely rat him out whenever he does something tickle worthy. Even though she can't listen to it, she has a sixth sense for when he's getting up to mischief worth a playful punishment.

Giggles for days. When you do catch her in a sensitive spot and it's not a major overload she just has these very quiet bubbly giggles. Mariano will become well acquainted with them as they start dating.

She often has to be the one to inform the family that a few people might be late due to an impromptu tickle fight. She really doesn't mind.

She is also responsible for ratting out anyone who's in a lee mood. She just knows. Lees beware - she's ratting you out to any ler nearby.

She may be cute but she's the devil. Don't trust her. At all.

Luisa

Not ticklish at all. Clearly Isabela and Mirabel split the ticklish spots she should have gotten bc this hot buff lady feels NOTHING.

And as such, Luisa is an absolutely overpowered ler.

Despite having the ability to wreck her lees to tears and back, Luisa actually prefers softer, gentler tickles. She's very tender, likes to cradle her lees like babies in one big arm as she tickles their torso.

Despite popular belief, Camilo is one of her favourite lees. He will climb her like a tree and she'll just drag him down for some soft tickles and cuddle time.

She will definitely take her sisters down a notch though, and she likes to attack all of her cousins. She doesn't really tickle the adults though - too much respect for authority. She'll restrain if asked - she's always a willing accomplice.

It's 50/50 whether she'll protect a fleeing Lee or betray them - she likes to keep them on their toes lmao.

Despite not being ticklish, Luisa will laugh at her lees. It's not a cackle like Isabela though - she has this very warm, soothing chuckle. It doesn't feel like she's laughing at you maliciously, it feels like she's laughing fondly.

She is just so soft and gentle in general, be still my beating heart. She treats all her lees like they're made out of delicate glass and cradles them so gently in her arms it's honestly precious. Also unrelated to tickling but she is absolutely a cuddlebug. You hug her she ain't letting go until she's satisfied. You are stuck.

Not that anyone's actually complaining. Luisa cuddles are a hot commodity. Everyone wants Luisa time.

Luisa will not let her lees go until she's certain they're 100% recovered. This girl will carry you around and fetch you water, snacks, heck she'll even wrap you up in a blanket and let you nap if you want. She loves being able to provide - thats the whole reason she likes being a ler.

Camilo

Holy God all of the nerves Dolores should have received went to Camilo. Easily the most ticklish out of the cousins, no doubt.

Most ticklish on his tummy, but this poor guy is basically a walking tickle spot. He definitely got bullied as a kid lmao.

Camilo is the definition of a lee. He can't say the word tickle, blushes when it's mentioned, doesn't fight back but gets shy when he's called out on it...

You've got to think as well for 10 years he was the only boy. Easy target. Man was basically destined to be a lee.

He's also a colossal brat - yes he can be incredibly sweet at times and knows when to tone it down but he plays so many practical jokes and stuff that it's easy to find a reason to wreck him.

He's got a very cute laugh as well which only makes it more fun - it's full of squeaks and squeals. And he always gets hiccups afterwards - every single time.

He doesn't change into a different person every time he hiccups - it's worse in his opinion because it changes his nose. One hiccup he'll have his own, then he'll hiccup and his nose will go from Bruno's to abuela's to Felix's to Isabelas. Just his nose.

If he's hiccuping you know he's just gotten the tickling of his life - he literally never hiccups otherwise. So he just gets poked and prodded and he whines before hiccuping again. It's hard not to laugh when watching his nose cycle through 9 different sizes and shapes.

His favourite lers are Luisa and Pepa and Felix. I don't think his parents surprise anyone lol, they're just so playful and bright and just fun. However he also really likes Luisa because it's a way for him to relax and just vibe. He's not screaming with laughter nor is he being physically restrained beyond lifted - it's just soft pleasant giggly cuddles tbh. It's a nice break from the chaos of the day.

Sometimes a guy just needs to be babied and Luisa is all too happy to do that for Camilo. What can he say? (She also gives him head pats and Camilo is a weak man.)

Mirabel

Also moderately ticklish, Luisa was clearly just a fluke. Interesting to note that where Mirabel is ticklish, Isabela is not, and where Isabela is ticklish, Mirabel is not.

Definitely has a ticklish tummy, but the backs of her knees are her worst spot. She also has a very sensitive neck, and her bob doesn't help matters.

Hands down Mirabel is a switch. Mirabel will attack anyone and everyone, but is also not opposed to being attacked.

Mirabel is incredibly observant - she will note down all your weak spots. She has a notebook of all of her cousins and sisters ticklish areas. It's like science.

Everyone fears Mirabel when she gets into a ler mood. Everyone.

She once chased Camilo around the house for 30 minutes before Luisa got tired and tripped him up for her. Woman has no mercy in her body.

Has no problem asking for tickles when she wants them. Her papi and Luisa are her favourite lers because it's just so soft and nice. I can't headcanon Agustin as malicious tickler at all lmao.

Julieta is her second favourite only because her nails make everything ten times worse lmao. She's very similar to Agustin and Luisa but the nails.

God this girl is a demon for teases holy hell. She knows just what to say to get her lees whining and squealing and its honestly frightening.

What do you mean she doesn't have a power? This girl is tickle monster incarnate.

“Hey, Milo.”

Camilo hums in response from the other bed located in the nursery; eyes fixated at the patterns on the ceiling. Mirabel looks over to her primo.

“Remember that game we used to play when we were little? The one where we had to draw shapes on each other’s backs, and then had to guess what it was?”

There was a moment of silence as he recalled the game she was referring to, before Camilo responds.

“What about it?”

“Well,” she sits up on her bed, using her arms to push herself up. “Since we’re both laying down, bored out of our minds, I was going to ask if you wanted to play?”

“I don’t have a choice, do I?” Camilo asks, resting his arm over his eyes – already hearing Mirabel make her way across the nursery towards the bed he was on.

“Nope! Come on,” She hops on to the bed, causing the shapeshifter to bounce from the sudden extra weight. Before he knew it, her hands grabbed onto both of his own and pulled him up into a sitting position. He groans in protest. “It’ll be fun, you’ll see.”

Camilo’s expression shows just how unimpressed he is with the idea, but Mirabel only countered with an enthusiastic smile.

“You draw first,” she announces, sitting in front so he has the canvas of her back to work on.

“Draw what?” He positions himself more comfortable behind her, still lacking any enthusiasm to this idea.  

“That’s the game, genius. I have to guess! Draw anything.”

With a sigh, he brings his finger to her back and begins to draw a quick shape. Mirabel doesn’t even have time to adjust to the sensation before he stops.

“There.”

“Did you just draw a line?”

“Good guess,” she could hear the smugness in his voice, she knew that grin of his was behind her.

“That’s the lamest thing you could have possibly chosen!” Mirabel whines, turning to face him with her brows knitted together in a frown.

“You said draw anything. So, I drew a line.”

Mirabel groans, exhausted with his lack of cooperation. But she refuses to give up. “Fine, now it’s your turn. Sit in front of me.”

“Do I have- “

“Yes!” Mirabel cuts off his complaining and grabs onto his ruana, to assist in moving him.

“Hey, watch the fabric!” Camilo brushes off her hand and repositions himself so that he was now in front of her. He looks back over his shoulder. “Happy?”

“I would be if you weren’t being such a grump,” she mumbles. She hums to herself in thought at what to draw when an idea comes to her. “OK, I got one.”

She pushes his ruana aside, to get to his back a little better and uses her fingers to brush the beginning of her drawing.

Camilo inhales through his nose sharply at the sudden contact, not expecting it to feel so sensitive. He hopes it went unnoticed, but he finds himself unable to hide the smile that spreads across his face as she continues her drawing.

“OK! I think I know what it is,” he nervously calls back over his shoulder, not sure how much he can take before the giggles start taking over.

“Hang on, I’m not finished yet,” Mirabel protests, continuing her fingers brushing along his back.

He had no idea his back was this sensitive, he knew he was ticklish, of course. His family members tease him enough about that. But he didn’t know that included his back. He unknowingly began to tense up which catches the attention of his prima.

“Are you alright?”

“Y-Yeah.”

Mirabel squints, there was a very noticeable change in his behaviour, and it happened right when she started drawing. She begins to add it up in her head and an inquisitive look is now upon her face. She tests out her theory by dragging a long, teasing brush motion down from the top of his back to the centre and noted the quick movement from the shapeshifter, his hands seem to be covering his mouth now.

“Are you done yet?” he asks quickly, his speech muffled behind his hands.

“Oh, almost,” Mirabel responds innocently; however, she has a devious grin. She pretends to add more details to her drawing, but really, she is just making shapes purposely to tickle him further.

She knew it tickled him, she could tell by his small squirms and sharp intakes of breath he kept making, this just made the game more entertaining.

For her at least.

“Come on, Picasso! What’s taking so long? Can I guess now?” Camilo pleads impatiently.

“Almost,” Mirabel sings, but Camilo decides enough is enough and scoots forward away from her fingers. “Hey,”

“Let’s just do something else.”

“Something wrong?” she questions, a hint of smugness sprinkled in her words which Camilo picks up on. He squints his eyes at her.

“Wow. You knew exactly what you were doing,” and with that Mirabel laughs, shrugging her arms trying to keep up her innocent act even longer.

“Why, mi primo, what ever do you mean? I was just playing the game.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he reaches over to the pillow, taking hold of it before tossing it at his prima’s head. “You suck at lying.”

The pillow directly hits her in the face but that doesn’t stop her laughter in the slightest, in fact, she takes this as a challenge.

“It’s not my fault you’re so ticklish!” She retaliates and throws the pillow back at him. He manages to catch the pillow before it makes contact with his face, but as his view was blocked, Mirabel lunges towards him.

“Ay!” he yelps, taking the full weight of Mirabel as they fell back onto the bed. “Hey, what gives?”

He is answered by fingers scribbling at his sides, now under attack. His laughs fell out of him almost instantly as he tries to catch her hands, or at least squirm away from them.

“Mirhahahabel!”

“See? You’re even more ticklish than your hermanito,” she teases, bringing her tickling fingers up to his ribs. His laughter grows.

“Shut up!” he then slams his arms down, which traps her hands against his ribs. His laughter begins to calm down, replaced with nervous giggles as Mirabel attempts to tickle the ribs that her fingers are now trapped against. “You’re the worst.”

“Yeah, but you love me,” Mirabel smiles down at him.

“Debatable.”

Mirabel glares into his green eyes playfully, before something caught her attention. At some point through his squirms from her previous tickle attack, his white shirt had raised and revealed some of his stomach.

This gave her a brilliant, yet slightly evil idea. Camilo’s eyes widen almost knowingly as he realises what position they’re in. His arms had her hands trapped, there is no way he could stop her.

“Don’t!” He pleads however Mirabel barely let him finish before her mouth leant down and contacted with his bare stomach, blowing a huge raspberry into it.

“NOHOHO!”  

He squirms away so roughly that he takes himself and Mirabel off the side of the bed. Both landed with a loud thud onto the wooden floor.

“Wow,” Mirabel chuckles, looking over at Camilo whose hands were guarding his stomach. “Super effective, huh?”

“You -” he manages to say through catching his breath. “- are so dead.”

Mirabel squeals as Camilo makes a grab for her, but she manages to evade and quickly tries to run and escape him. The chase begins.