It's been a while, hasn't it? So much has changed since then.
First of all, I would like to apologize for the sudden inactivity of this account. The release of the Encanto movie was, what? Almost 4 years ago? I've lost all interest in the fandom since then. But-
My sister and I watched the Encanto movie for the first time in those 4 years. It somehow sparked my fondness for the story and characters again.
Until now, I haven't gotten back to writing. I also lost my access to this account and only got it back recently (but that's a story for another time). I'm currently writing a new fanfic for a new fandom in a different account. @urpen-pal
Although I'm busy with writing that fic, I'll still make time to write in this account (now that I'm inspired).
To those who stuck around, thank you so so much for reading. I hope to see y'all in the next (which will hopefully be soon!).
Can you do some headcanons of Camilo as a father/with pregnant reader?
Adult!Camilo caring for his pregnant woman
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- He would be ecstatic ! Camilo adored you so much and the thought of creating the fruit of love made him love you even more than he thought possible.
- He would not care much about the baby's gender, tho I can see him as being the best girl dad ever.
- As much as he hoped you would escape it, he had to help you through the morning sickness. Holding your hair back, rubbing soothing circles on your skin as patiently waited by your side.
- Of course Camilo becomes protective of you, even tho he knows Casita won't let anything within the walls and the village was fairly, he couldn't help it.
- Especially when the danger came from yourself. Your sweet, determined self. Once you tried to carry a vaguely heavy bag upstairs, you swore you never saw your husband rush to you so quickly. Don't scare him like that, amore !
- When the cravings came in, he wasn't ready. He loved you, but how could live with himself now that he made a sugary arepa, filled with chocolate and pineapple. Its the price you pay for love I'm afraid.
- Honestly, Camilo would struggle to get up in the middle of the night to cook for you but your growing bump reminds him it was his doing, so his responsability.
- He really uphold to that. His father raised him well after all, always take care of your woman. And thats what he did.
- He rubbed your swollen feet anytime they hurt. Camilo will spend as much time as needed massaging your back and shouders, peppering your skin with little kisses.
- Camilo was extremly careful to be gentle when he rubbed the oil over your stretching belly, to prevent the scars. Though, they never bothered him, he loved ever part of you, no matter how much it morphed and change over your shared life.
-Each time you got emotional you always find solace in his arms. No judgment, sometimes not even talking. Camilo just wanted to make you knew he was there for you, that you didn't to worry about anything cause he would love you through night and day.
- And what do you mean you felt ugly ? Where did your pretty, precious head could get such ideas ? How could such a magnificent creature such as yourself believe ridiculous ideas.
- "Querida look at me..." He said gently, tilting his head to meet your eyes as you both sat on your bed. Despite your soft sniffles you turned your head toward him as you tried your best to minimize your weight gain.
- He smiled tenderly, caressing the soft flesh of your side. "Can ask you something, amore ?" After you gave him a soft nod, he leaned in and kissed your neck ever so lightly.
- "Can I make love to you ? Show you how absolutely breathtaking you are..." He muttered against your skin, nipping ever so gently, giving you room to turn him down. But you didn't, and you felt so much better after, sated and loved.
- You two slept together a lot during your pregnancy; for relief, pleasure and love. Especially during the fourth month, those hormones your horniest ovulation period.
- When he came to baby names, Camilo suggested some things but in the end, the choice was all yours. It was the least he could do for his beautiful woman. Yes, he would chase Abuela away so you can choose the perfect name without any pressure.
- He talked to your baby all the time, especially after a long day. Camilo told jokes, half expectedly to feel the baby respond. And they did ! The first kick you felt in your belly was when your husband made the lousiest joke.
- In consequence, anytime Camilo wanted to feel his precious baby, you would have the suffer the worst jokes. At least it saved you any worry from the lack of movement.
- And, the cherry on top of the cake, your loving curly haired husband would lift your belly up from behind to relieve you from the weight whenever he had enough time, drawing deep hums from you.
- Overall, Camilo will take extra care of you, making sure you took your perinatal vitamins and had the proprer food to stay healthy. He installed any furniture you wanted, read- who am I kidding, listened to you read him every book about bith and parenthood.
- He was ready for birth, like a soldier ready for his mission. The baby clothes were ready, your space was too, comfortable and clean ; the food you were not allowed to eat during the pregnancy was neatly prepared and he had full bottles of coffee ready to stay awake all night by your side.
- He was ready ! ... Or at least he appeared so right before he saw your water break. The key was to remain calm they said...
GUYS HIS LIL AWKWARD SMILE AND FINGER TAP SKDJEJUDUSKAEFHWHFD I CAN’T.
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“I like this one.” Camilo said, gently picking the delicate flower from the soft grass. It was around that time of year where the hill Casita was perched on—well more a noticeable incline rather than a hill—became dotted with an array of colorful flowers among the tall grasses.
You looked up and rolled your eyes, smiling and looking back down at your book. “You’re only saying that because it’s the color of my eyes. You’ve already used that line on me, you sappy romantic.” You said. He had picked a similar color flower just a few days ago and held it up to your face, saying ‘Mi amor, would you look at that. This beautiful flower matches your even more beautiful eyes.’ The suck up. Oh how you loved him.
“Okay, but the color is still pretty, and so are your eyes.” He said, walking over and tucking it behind your ear. He smiled as he looked at the petals complimenting your eyes, before pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Muy Bonita.” He said as you giggled.
“Alright, alright! You’re so cheesy, how many telenovelas have you been watching? I need to tell your uncle to restrict your access to his rat’s shows.” You said as you took the flower out of your hair. Holding it up, you searched for it in your book—a book on flowers and plants. Once you found the page, you gently placed it between the page, planning to make a pressed flower out of it.
Camilo let out a fake gasp, opening his mouth to protest when he felt something brush against his leg. Jumping up with a small shout, he scrambled behind you. “Spider! Giant spider, ugh, it’s so hairy! It must be a tarantula, they’re very hairy and very attracted to me!” He said, loudly and frantically, eyes shut tight. Again he was over exaggerating; sure, he had found two tarantulas in his room, at two separate times—with a year in between those two encounters.
You looked over to where this supposed, all terrifying murderous tarantula was and found…a kitten. A tiny little Selkirk Rex kitten with curly dark brown fur and green eyes (this cat but with green eyes). It looked up at you, letting out a soft new before sitting down. Instantly, you let out a high pitched ‘awww’ before scooping it up, not a single care about fleas or rabies—which by its dirty, muddy coat, made it obvious those were entirely possible for this cat to have.
Camilo raised an eyebrow as you started cooing and petting the cat, scratching behind its ears, under its chin, everything. “Uh…maybe don’t pet the clearly stray cat?” He asked as you gave it little kisses. For a cat, which was so often stereotyped correctly as grumpy, the kitten let you give it all the affection you could, purring loudly.
“Why? Jealous?” You asked, not bothering to look at him as the stray stretched out on its back, earning what tummy scratches from you.
“Wh—psh. No.” He said, crossing his arms and looking away with an overdramatic pout, “I just don’t want my significant other to get bitten and then start foaming at the mouth some time later.”
You looked at him before sighing and getting up. Kitten in arms, you needed his words and headed inside. With Antonio’s help—confirming the cat was stray and possibly flea-infected, Julieta’s—fixing small wounds covering the cat’s skin, and, of course, the village vet’s, you got the cat cleared from all concerns.
So now, as the sun was setting, you and Camilo were giving the kitten a surprisingly un-chaotic bath. He—Antonio had confirmed that the kitten was indeed, male—squirmed around, batting at the bubbles with his tiny paws. You giggled as your boyfriend lifted the kitten up, to which the Selkirk Rex batted his soapy tail against Camilo’s nose, leaving it covered in bubbles.
“He kinda looks like you.” You said with a smile, rubbing the wet fur on the head of the kitten with your thumb. “Curly brown fur, same color as your hair, bright green eyes, and the most adorable face ever.” You said, scrunching your nose up at the Madrigal. “All he’s missing is your freckles and iconic ruana.” You said, to which you received a splash.
With a laugh, a small water fight started between the two of you. The kitten wanted to participate, so with an excited and loud meow, he also bat at the surface of the water with both front paws, creating tiny splashes. More laughs were heard as the tiny creature plunged into the water, coming back up with a pile of bubbles on its snout.
Finally though, you got the little guy all cleaned up and tired. Actually, you two were tired too. About twenty minutes later, Dolores came into her brother’s room to tell him dinner was ready, and found you two. You were both asleep, facing each other on his bed. And between your chests, was the tiny little kitten you two had both taken as your own. Dolores smiled as she left the room, rolling her eyes. It was like you two had a baby.
Yall know that movie that when you see it, your obsessed with it for a few weeks, then just kinda forget about it until you watch it again and the cycle continues? YALL THAT MOVIE FOR ME IS ENCANTO CAUSE CAMILO?! HELLO?! Dolores is pretty fine too, ngl…
BUT LIKE, NOBODY CARES ABT IT ANYMORE. I’m reading all the Camilo x reader fics I can rn on tumblr, but besides one story on quotev (thank you author of that book, your work is so greatly appreciate 🙏🙏🙏) nobody writes them anymore. And if I request one from someone, they prob won’t write it, and if I write one nobody will read it.
If anyone still writes Camilo x reader fics and sees this, lmk, cause I guarantee I will eat ur fics up.
camilo is a really good dancer, so one of his top favorite date ideas is dancing, whether it be in the kitchen right before breakfast or under the stars in the forest. he would likely play some romeo santos song like propuesta indecente or necio in the background to set the mood. if you don’t know how to dance, don’t worry, he’ll take his time to show you. he babysits part time, he’s grown to have a lot of patience.
guys help I've been trying to find that one fanfic if camilo x reader but I don't remember its title, it's "Reasons to hate camilo madrigal" from what I can remember but I'm not sure if that's the title. it's in ao3 pls if someone read it is it still available? I can't find it anywhere and I want to read it so badly 😭😭🙏
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In the days that follow, the community of Encanto comes together in a way it hasn't before.
The Madrigals, always seen as the pillars of strength, now show a vulnerability that draws people closer rather than pushing them away.
Your father—a constant presence by your side—helps bridge the gap between the past and present; his stories of your mother and the life you've led serve as a reminder of the resilience that runs in your family.
Camilo, in particular, remains a steadfast figure in your recovery.
The two of you find moments of quiet amidst the healing chaos to discuss the events; the conversations often stretch into the night under the canopy of stars that seem to watch over Encanto with a renewed sense of guardianship.
"It's strange," you begin one evening, your voice a soft murmur against the gentle rustle of leaves, "to think of how much fear and pain can lead to... this. To healing, to understanding."
Camilo nods, his gaze thoughtful as he watches the play of moonlight through the branches."I think... I think it's about finding the light in the darkness. About not letting fear win."His eyes meet yours, and there's a depth there, an acknowledgment of the journey you've both undertaken.
"You were there," you say, the words heavy with unspoken emotion. "Even when I couldn't see you, even when I... I was lost. You were there."
Camilo's hand finds yours, his fingers intertwining with yours in a grip that's both comforting and grounding. "I'll always be there, Y/N. That's what families do, right? We stick together."
The simplicity of his words—the sincerity—strikes a chord within you. This moment, this connection, feels like the beginning of something new—a foundation built not on the magic that runs through your veins or the gifts that define the Madrigals, but on the mutual care and understanding that has blossomed between you.
As you hummed in agreement, repeating "Stick together," softly, your eyes locked onto his, finding a depth of emotion that mirrored your own. His gaze softened, a tender warmth radiating from him that made your heart flutter in your chest.
Slowly, as if drawn by an invisible force, Camilo raised your intertwined hands, his lips brushing against the back of your palm in a kiss so gentle it sent shivers down your spine. The action, so filled with care and affection, coaxed a giggle from you, your face warming with a blush that deepened the longer you gazed into his eyes.
Those eyes, a mesmerizing mix of green that you could indeed get lost in, held you captive. The freckles that scattered like stars across the bridge of his nose, each one a constellation you longed to trace, drew you in closer. And his lips—those soft, inviting lips that had haunted your dreams with the promise of what could be.
With a breath that trembled with anticipation, you reached up to caress his cheek, marveling at the softness of his skin under your fingertips. "Can I... Can I kiss you?" you whisper, the words barely escaping before doubt could silence them.
The question seemed to take Camilo by surprise, his smile faltering for a heartbeat before it was replaced by a look of wonder, his cheeks dusted with a blush that made him even more endearing. "Of course you can," he whispered back, his voice laced with excitement and a hint of nervousness.
In the next moment, your lips met his in a kiss that felt like coming home. It was soft, sweet, and filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that had built up between you.
Camilo's arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, enveloping you in a warmth that seeped into your very soul. You melted into the kiss, each gentle press of his lips against yours sending waves of happiness coursing through you.
As you pulled away, the smile on Camilo's face was radiant, his eyes gleaming with an adoration so pure it took your breath away. He brushed a stray lock of hair from your face, his touch sending a thrill through you.
The world around you might as well have ceased to exist, for in that moment, there was only you and Camilo, bound together by a kiss that had sealed a promise of togetherness.
"Can I kiss you again?" you asked, your voice filled with a joy that bubbled up from deep within.
"Mi corazon, do you even have to ask?" Camilo laughed, his voice rich with affection.
You giggled, the sound mingling with the rain around you, and leaned in once more. This time, the kiss was filled with a playful passion, a celebration of the connection that had grown between you.
As the night deepens, you and Camilo continue to talk, the conversation meandering through hopes, fears, and dreams for the future. It's a balm to the soul, this sharing of selves, and you find yourself smiling, genuinely and freely, for the first time since the ordeal began.
The path to healing is long and winding, filled with moments of doubt and pain, but also with moments of incredible beauty and strength. You and Camilo, along with the Madrigals and the entire community of Encanto, are walking this path together, each step a testament to the resilience of the human spirit.
And as dawn begins to break, painting the sky with hues of pink and gold, you feel a sense of peace settle over you. The events that transpired have changed you, changed Encanto, but in the end, it's a change for the better. For in the face of darkness, you've all found a way to shine brighter, to hold onto hope and to each other.
In that moment, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and Camilo would face them together, bound by love, laughter, and the unshakable belief in the strength of sticking together.
A/N: Thank you all for supporting me on my lil book ❤️❤️.
I can't wait to get back into writing for other fandoms. see you guys on my next book! hint: It's set in BNHA 👀: 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐍𝐎 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 ᵇⁿʰᵃ
