#caosfanfiction

[justateenagewitch]

I should not be allowed to fall asleep writing Calbrina, because Cherry Pies is now a collection of fics.

[darkspellman-blog]

Falling For You

Nick Scratch X Harley Kinkle

SO, I’m starting a fanfic with Nick and Harley, Harvey’s twin sister. She is mortal, but has always believed in the supernatural. She’s best friends with Sabrina, Susie, and Ros. One day she meets Nicholas Scratch, and her life will never be the same.

[justateenagewitch]

So this is up a full day earlier than I planned. It's twice the length of a typical chapter because we are reaching the climactic point of the story. Seriously guys this fic is my magnum opus, my baby, and I'm so proud of it. I hope you guys like it. Let me know what you think. Don't forget to send me asks about my fics! I though doing a little q&a might be fun! Also check out my last post it's a little calbrina collage I made for this book

@spellmanstars @raissatajra

[justateenagewitch]

It was Monday at the office. Monday's were always slow, but not entirely uneventful.

Detective Nick Scratch was waiting not so patiently for the arrival of a certain District Attorney by the name of Sabrina Spellman. It wasn't about a case, or anything work related. He was waiting because every Morday the little Spellman girl bewitched him with her pencil skirts and button down blouses.

She always brought donuts on Mondays. Every Monday. It had been this way for weeks. Ever since Ambrose Spellman became his new partner.

Half a dozen donuts every Monday.

He was frustrated. Incredibly frustrated. He liked her. Her really liked her. She was smart. She was sweet, but hell hath no fury like a Spellman scorned. She loved animals. She was good with his dog Amalia, and Amalia hated everyone.

Ambrose had known about his crush on his cousin for a while. There was endless teasing and as a result there was an invitation to dinner at the Spellman house a few weeks prior, which he had accepted.

He hadn't had a decent home cooked meal in weeks. Late nights at the station meant take out food.

He showed up to find Sabrina running around setting the table in a pair of black skinny jeans. The white button down blouse she was wearing had been untucked and the cuffs of her sleeves had been unbuttoned. She looked like heaven, but he was willing to bet that she tasted like sin.

That was the moment Detective Nicholas Scratch knew he was a gonner.

That was a week ago. He had been brought back to the present when heard the soft clicking of high heels on the hard office floor.

He looked up at the door to see Sabrina with her hand raised ready to knock, but she stopped when they made eye contact, and smiled, putting her hand down.

"Heard me coming, Scratch?" she questioned.

"Can't say I did, Spellman," he replied.

She sets the box on the desk in front of him and went to retrieve some napkins.

He helped himself to a donut while her back was turned. A few minutes later Sabrina returned with the napkins and laughed.

"Were you raised by wolves Detective?" she asked.

"Does Amalia count?" he replied.

"No way," she said,"She has way better table manners than you."

Everything was silent for a few moments with Sabrina eventually helping herself to a donut.

"You gonna stand up through all of breakfast Spellman?"

"No," she said.

She lifted the box of donuts off of his desk and set them aside. She then sat down on the desk directly in front of him.

"I think I'll sit right here," she informed him.

There was a smug smile on her face. He wanted nothing more than to kiss that grin off her face, but he'd hold back, at least until later.

He looked up to see her licking donut glaze from her fingers, and he thought, 'fuck it'.

It was later.

He put his hands on her hips and pulled her off the desk and into his lap. She let out a yelp of suprise as she fell onto his lap. Her knees hit both sides of the chair, so she was straddling his lap.

"How about a seat right here, Spellman?"

She was suprised, and Nick began to wonder if he had pushed it too far. He worried he misread the signs. He was getting ready to profusely apologize for his behavior, when she settled herself into his lap.

"It does have a better view," she murmured.

Ambrose picked that moment to walk in.

"Sabrina! Cousin you're with Scratch!" he said, stating the obvious, "It's about bloody time, the tension between you too was thick enough to cut with a knife."

"Ambrose!" Sabrina chided.

"I'll be spending the night with Prudence," he said grabbing a donut,"so you can have the house to yourselves."

He walked off leaving Nick stunned and Sabrina laughing hysterically.

"What the hell was that?" Nick asked.

"I believe," Sabrina began,"that was your invitation to dinner."

"Don't worry," he said, as Sabrina got up to leave,"I'll be a perfect gentleman."

He reached over to grab his, now cold, cup of coffee and watched her as she was gathering her things. She was headed out the door when she stopped in her tracks, and cast a glance at him over her shoulder.

"I might not want you to be."

Nick choked on his coffee.