(I literally have no idea what debate topics to ask but I wanted to help your craving anyway so enjoy the first thing that popped in my head 😭😭:)
How do you think Agustín and Félix popped the question 👀👀👀 we gotta have Agustín losing the ring about 5000 times, I mean-come on
K, this turned into two ficlets, apparently!
Agustín has planned a grand proposal for months and has been wanting to ask the love of his life, Julieta, for years. And after so much effort (booking the perfect location, getting nice and dignified clothes -- he was going to ask a Madrigal, after all-- and chasing the ring he had commissioned through the entire town) he sat down to play some tunes on the old piano, trying to calm himself for the big finale the following day.
There was no way he would let any accidents happen. His squad consisting of Félix, Pepa, and Bruno would make sure of it.
He was so immersed in his song that he didn't notice how Julieta stepped up behind him until she hugged his shoulders and nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck.
"The song of our hearts," she whispered and slid around the stool to join him, pressing her legs against his, "Just the two of us."
Agustín's cheeks heated up and he reached for her hand, his other never leaving the keys and continuing the melody that connected them.
Then Julieta faced him, a tender smile on her face and her big brown eyes filled to the brim with love.
"Will you marry me?" she asked suddenly and squeezed his hand with this fraction of self-doubt his perfect Julieta always carried.
And although this surprise question hit Agustín like a brick as he pressed his hand flat on the most dissonant keys possible, killing the mood, Julieta didn't mind one bit.
She pulled his shocked and flushed face near when he stuttered out an overly eager "Yes!", sealing their fate with a deep kiss.
It was an open secret that today was the day Pepa Madrigal would finally get engaged (the true proposal had been made in the privacy of a ruffled bed meant for two, some claimed).
The entirety of the Encanto knew and the villagers had decorated their houses, cleaned the streets, and prepared "¡Felicidades!" posters to greet the couple for when they returned from the magical lake.
The sun was hot and the sky clear and that's how they knew their Weather Princess was in high spirits.
"Ay, Pepita," Félix spoke slowly and bent his knee, gazing up at the fiery goddess he had pledged his soul to the moment they had met.
Pepa's face was split in a wide, anticipating grin as she held a handkerchief, almost crushing it with her bare strength. She had been giggling the whole way to the romantic location and been giddier than ever before.
But as Félix revealed the sparkling stone of the ring he presented to her, telling her how he loved her unconditionally and eternally, tears of joy sprang loose in her eyes and she quieted her sobs.
"Will you marry m--" Félix asked but was cut off by Pepa when she pulled his stocky body up into a passionate kiss that squeezed the air out of his lungs.
Just how he had wished it to happen in his most beautiful dreams.
Then heavy rain poured on them like the relentless current of a fresh spring, drenching their garments and matting their hair as the lovers laughed with each other, their wet lips glued together.
The villagers' posters were ruined, the ink they had used diluted and completely unreadable, but their meaning stayed the same.
