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.
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.
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!).
𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: first, i wanna apologize for the rushed ending--if you dared read this--i just kinda lost inspiration for the 'encanto' aspect and didn't want to diverge from the cutsy storyline--my plot for this went real dark and needed a better setting up... one day i may retry this but until then, thank you babies for still sticking/chosing to see what i wrote ❤️
Your body shakes uncontrollably as the voices escalate, their demands piercing through the fragile peace.
❝Please, let me tell my family that I love them!❞
❝My husband deserves to know what his sister did to me!❞
❝Help us... Help us... HELP US!!❞
❝I can't. I can't. I can't,❞ you trembled as you covered your ears in hopes of drowning them out, but it was no use.
Just as you're about to succumb to the overwhelming despair, a sudden grip on your shoulders jolts you, and you brace for the familiar mockery of a spirit's deception. Instead, a voice cuts through the chaos, clear and unmistakably real. ❝Hey, ____. Calm down. Please, calm down. I'm here.❞
Cautiously, you open your eyes, meeting two pools of green filled with worry.
Your heart wants to believe it's truly him, but your mind rebels, scarred by too many deceptions; too many times than you could count, you found yourself in a similar predicament, yet when you allowed yourself to relax, you found that instead of really being someone you cared for, it was just a spirit playing jokes.
Flinching back, you shook your head, ❝No. No. No. You aren't real. You aren't real. You aren't real,❞ you chant, body curling in on yourself as you expected a spirit's mocking laughter to follow.
Yet, the laughter never comes. Instead, you feel two hands cover the ones you held over your ears.
They were...warm...a sensation both unfamiliar and comforting.
Spirits have never possessed warmth; their touch has always been a cold reminder of their otherness.
Slowly, your breathing steadies under his touch, and you dare to lift your gaze, allowing yourself to truly see him.
Golden-brown skin that speaks of sun-kissed days.
A wild mane of curls that defied gravity, seemingly untamable, no matter how much it was brushed.
Two gorgeous green eyes that made you feel as if you were lost in a forest of evergreen trees.
And freckles—so many freckles to count—scattered across his nose and cheeks like stars against the dusk of his skin.
Noticing your attention, Camilo offers a gentle smile. ❝There she is,❞ he whispered, his hands moving from your ears to cradle your face.
❝Y-You're real,❞ you manage, the statement half question, half revelation.
Camilo's smile widens, and he hums in affirmation, his gaze softening as he looks at you. ❝Yeah, ____,❞ he gently caressed the side of your face. ❝I'm real.❞
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You were blessed with the gift of seeing the undead.
Though seen as evil and devilish by many, the Madrigals showed you the beauty that comes with it and that your gift doesn't define you.
Now, turning 17, you find that your gift continues to grow—from being able to just see the dead, to being able to allow them to communicate with the living through you.
You find yourself drowning under the pressure from both the living and the undead, yet before you can completely hit rock bottom, a certain curly-haired trickster vows to be the one to save you.
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╭─↬ ❗𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆❗ ↫─╮
There will be mentions/descriptive scenes of the following:
╭ ⁞ ❏. Death/Mentions of death
Lol, I don't know if I got them all, so if you see anything I didn't list, come back and comment right here so I can add them to the list later ➡
Enjoy (•͈˽•͈)
ㅡ This book takes place 2 years after the main plot in Encanto, so just think of it as a canon-divergent, since all that happened in the movie stays true.
ㅡ Also, no smut since Camilo is underage. IDC if he got aged up, it still wouldn't make it any better; 17 is a minor. Now, Uncle Bruno tho 👀 jkjk. Unless??
ㅡ A few headcanons will be immersed into the story, just to make it a bit towards my liking (you'll know when you see them) and I would like to just paste the link of a few of what I liked; I may or may not include them, who know?
http://hourlyencantohcs.tumblr.com
**Most of these won't be from the reader herself, but fromㅡAAHHH! I want to say it, but I don't want to give away any plots 😭. Just know it won't be the overall theme of the book, just a few scenes. So don't worry, and if it'll make anyone feel better, I'll put a warning in a chapter that has these.
