Nicholas Scratch Imagines

Prompt

Nicholas was unbearable. Some sort of prophecy had flooded the school and now he and the weird sisters were determined to have it fulfilled.

It was supposed to bring a new magic into the coven. You weren't sure if the weird sisters were in it to help Nick like he thought, or if the thought of new magic and power was alluring. All you knew was that you were sick of it. He followed you around like a grumpy puppy. You asked Ambrose, even Dorian Gray. It was now just a battle of the wills.

"You belong to me and you need to accept it." stopping mid step you sighed, looking over your shoulder at him.

"You can keep saying it but it won't change anything." You answered and he shrugged.

"It will one day. The prophecy says so."

"Then maybe you should back off and wait for one day or, you might find yourself hexed into some small bug and kept in a jam jar!"

"So you admit it will happen one day."

"I said let it go and see what happens. It doesn't sound like you're letting go."

"Fine, Future wife. I'm letting it go." Nick bowed at you with a smile and walked back into the woods.

"Sometimes being a witch is less than fun." you huffed to yourself, starting to walk the rest of the way into town.