Daphne & Velma's Hawaiin Honeymoon: a Sapphic mini-story featuring Daphne Blake and Velma Dinkley

I – Viva Las Vegas The neon heart above The Chapel of Burnin’ Love flickered as Velma adjusted her veil for the third time. “Are you sure this isn’t too impulsive?” she asked. Daphne squeezed her hand. “Vel, we’ve chased sea monsters, mummies, and goodness knows how many phantoms together. This is statistically the safest decision we’ve ever made.” The Elvis officiant beamed, rhinestones sparkling beneath the chapel lights. “Well now,” he said, “are y’all ready to get all shook up and say I do?” “Ready,” Daphne said without hesitation. “Ready,” Velma echoed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “By the power vested in me by the great state of Nevada — and by the eternal spirit of rock ’n roll — I hereby pronounce you wife and wife. You may kiss… oh, thank you very much.” They kissed to cheers and whistles, and as they pulled apart, still smiling, the officiant launched into a heartfelt rendition of Love Me Tender while Fred and Shaggy showered them with confetti. Scooby-Doo, meanwhile, wiped away a happy tear with his paw. Velma leaned her head against Daphne’s shoulder. “So,” she said softly, “what’s our first adventure as newlyweds?” Daphne smiled. “Two weeks in Hawaii. Ocean views, room service, and absolutely no ghosts.” They exchanged a look. “A completely uneventful honeymoon,” Daphne added. Velma allowed herself a small smile. “But it's not like us to do uneventful.” Daphne laughed. “Velma…” “Alright,” Velma conceded. “No mysteries. No villains. No suspicious old hotels.” A brief pause. “…hopefully.” II – The Mystery of the Tanglewood Beach Hotel The Tanglewood Beach Hotel hadn’t looked quite so spooky in the brochure. ‘Enjoy old-fashioned charm’ was its promise — though if charm meant crooked shutters, a gargoyle or two, and trees leaning in like they were eavesdropping, then this place was about as charming as you could get. Daphne gave a nervous laugh. “Well, at least it has character,” she said, her hand slipping into Velma’s. Suddenly a low moan drifted through the cold night air — whoooooaaaaa. “Um… was that your new ringtone?” Daphne whispered. Velma shook her head slowly. “I think it was him .” A tall ghostly pirate had emerged from the mist and now lurched toward them With a yelp they dropped their suitcases and ran. The phantom was getting closer as they clattered up the wooden steps of the hotel. They reached the front door and Daphne searched for a bell or a knocker There was none. Velma hammered on the door with her fists. There was no reply. They heard the ominous creak of the boards behind them. And then... Then Velma woke with a small start. Darkness. Quiet. The soft hum of air conditioning. Her breathing slowed as she realised she was in an enormous, cloud-soft bed. Moonlight spilled across the balcony of their five-star Hawaiian honeymoon suite. Beside her, Daphne slept peacefully, one arm thrown across the pillow, snoring softly. Velma smiled, brushed a strand of hair from Daphne’s cheek, and snuggled gratefully into the warmth beside her. III – Clues and Kisses Daphne woke soon after sunrise, the gauzy curtains glowing gold as morning light poured into the honeymoon suite. She slipped into her robe and padded toward the kitchenette, smiling to herself. Velma was still curled in the sheets, hair slightly wild, looking younger somehow in sleep. “Good morning, Mrs Dinkley-Blake,” Daphne sang as she returned with a tray holding a cup and saucer and a single red rose. “Coffee for my favourite detective.” “You’re the best,” Velma said, reaching sleepily for her glasses. Daphne winked. “And to prove it, I’ve planned us a whole day of clues and kisses.” “For once, Daph, I think the clues can wait." “Clues can wait,” Daphne agreed, sliding back under the covers, “but kisses can’t.” Velma giggled, then suddenly gasped, and gasped again. “Ooh… Jinkies! ”