Nicholas Scratch Imagines

Prompt

You sighed as everyone milled around you at Dorian's. They all seemed to be enjoying themselves. Like they belonged there.

You don't feel like you belonged there. Everyone seemed to know exactly how to do their spells, just the right words and hand gestures. Even Sabrina Spellman, who had grown up mortal for a time, seemed to know, by instinct alone, how to do most spells. You struggled with the basic ones. It had been suggested that you settle among mortals and run some sort of shop for spell ingredients for witches. It was looking more and more like a good idea.

"Not enjoying yourself?" Nick Scratch asked as he sat beside you. You hadn't noticed him approaching. He held out a drink for you to take as he settled into his seat and smiled at you.

"Oh. Of course I am!" You said in a rush and smiled, not wanting to seem impolite. Especially as Dorian had glanced over at the two of you with a knowing look.

"Doesn't look like it from across the room. Still worrying about what Father Blackwood said?" Nick asked casually and you frowned at him.

"How did you know I'd spoken to Father Blackwood?" You asked suspiciously. He glanced over at the Weird Sisters who were staring at you from their gathering spot at the edge of the bar. "Ah. I'm guessing they told you?"

"Of course. You know what. I think that you can't make out your mind about what you want and that is why you are struggling so much." Nick smiled as if he had dumped some revealing information onto you.

"Really? What exactly do I want?" You asked, sipping from your drink. Being sure to give Nick a hard stare over the rim of your glass.

"You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger." He said with a smirk. You didn't say anything as he got up and headed over to speak with Ambrose and several other warlocks.