An Intense suspenseful enemies-to-lovers plot with two of your favorite characters featured in one great book.
After Scooby passes away, Shaggy thinks all hope was lost. By a surprising turn of events, he becomes a visitor at the Hogwarts castle fro...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Velma thought she would die. However, she knows a good bit about aerospace engineering, and she twisted herself into a torpedo shape and plummeted towards the ground at record breaking speeds. She neared the ground bracing for impact when she landed in big strong arms. She looked up and was greeted by the face of a man. The most beautiful dirty man she had ever seen. He was covered in grime, leaves, and other secretions from various parts of the forest.
Velma could hardly believe her eyes.
"J-Jinkies!" they said in unison.
"Hah Hah Hah" The man chuckled in a deep, booming voice that seemed to romantically shake the very ground around them.
"Well who are you? And what are you doing in my strong arms? This forest ain't no place for a pretty lady like you" The man gently set her down and Velma straightened her attire to make sure she looked alright. She looked up and saw legs. Horse legs. At the torso, the being changed into a man.
"You- You are a centaur arent you? "
"Indeed. And you are a human. I need to warn you: the rest of my kind don't take too kindly to humans in this part of the forest. Was that you who fell from the sky, like the angel you are, a moment ago, spreading flaming shrapnel to every part of my home? You know that ruins ecosystems."
"I am well aware. But, kind centaur, it was not my fault. Something made the engine explode."
A second handsome centaur appeared behind the first centaur and said, "Yer right, pal. That would be my fault." Velma was shocked. Two handsome centaurs in a forest?
The first centaur said, "Let's not get accusatory. It wasn't anyone's fault except God. You, woman, are a gift from God. Tell me," the centaur bent his knees and bowed at Velma, "What name has God given you?" He looked at her with green, dirty-swamp colored eyes. Velma almost gasped at how handsome he was.
"Velma," she answered. Her voice lit up the forest, flies and bees buzzing to life, making all that was holy even brighter. "And yours?" She said looking up at him under her fluttering eyelashes.
"Keeper of the Forest, but you can call me Chris."
"Chris," said Velma.
"Ok." Said Chris.
The centaur behind Chris was fed up with their flirting. He picked up a piece of metal that rained down just a few moments earlier and said "You could've injured someone with this! You shouldn't have been flying over this here parts. Every Hogwarts-student knows it's forbidden."
"No!" Velma shouted with her hands cupped to her mouth, even though the second handsome centaur was very close, "I am no student of Hogwarts."
"She is an angle," said Chris, mesmerized.
"No, Chris, she could've ruined this here land we stand on now."
"But she did not! Her grace would not permit her to destroy anything of beauty."
Velma didn't know what to do. One centaur shunned her, but the other made her heart flutter like a butterfly. She was torn between forest and city life. What is more important to her. Exploring the wild side with this beautiful centaur in front of her, or returning to her old happy life with the gang. Thinking long and hard Velma started to pace. Her face entered the moonlight peeking through the trees and the second centaur gasped. This was the first time he had fully taken in her beauty in the light.
"Please, angel from above, forgive me and my sins against you, I had no idea." Pleading and falling to his knees the second centaur started to cry and bow towards Velma. She took the opportunity and used her newfound power to convince the centaur that she was, in fact, some sort of all-powerful deity worthy of worship.
"Let me take you to our humble village and present you to our clan as an act of forgiveness, oh holy one."
Velma shrugged and said, "Let's go."
The second centaur motioned her and Chris to follow him South. The centaurs stepped over the branches and roots with ease, due to their long and hearty legs. Velma on the other hand was small and had to climb over roots half the height of her. Chris noticed this and picked her up and let her hitch a ride on his back.
"You smell so intricate," Velma said, her heart-wings fluttering, "Like mold and salt of the ocean's finest."
Suddenly, Chris took Velma off of his back in the middle of their walk to the village. He set her on the ground and got on one horse-knee.
"I don't know why I didn't ask sooner: Velma, will you marry me and all 1,000 of the other centaurs and rule our village as Queen of the Centaurs? I feel as if there is no other appropriate title for such magnificence as you provide."
"Ok." Velma says.
-----
The altar was decorated with the finest of leaves and twigs. The priest held his book open, but he could not look at the words, for he was too mesmerized by his soon-to-be-wife. The centaurs were in a line, alphabetical order, waiting to be married to Velma. They each prepared beautiful vows to marry Velma and seal their love and marriage in Christ and the Holy Spirit.
"I see these vows not as promises but as privileges: I get to laugh with you and cry with you; care for you and share with you. I get to run with you and walk with you; build with you and live with you. I get to have you be the person I spend the rest of my life with. I get to be there for you and support you. I don't have to honor and cherish you—I get to," a centaur named Magnus said with his hands being held in Velma's.
"Thanks,' responded Velma.
"Let's build a home of laughter, love and support. Let us create a warm and welcoming space for the good times and the bad. Let us be a home for each other, forever and ever," a centaur named James said; he was already speaking his vows before he got to the altar, yodeling courageously as he trotted to his love.
"You too," said Velma.
Finally, Chris came up to the stand with his eyes wide and lips puckered.
"Velma—"
"Oh, Chris! You don't have to say anything!" Velma picked up a cowboy hat that was blowing loosely through the wind and put it to their faces as she kissed Chris. Chris, swept up in the moment, dipped her making her glasses fall off her face and hit the floor.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
