#and yes flowers was working against harkness but you work next to someone for a long time

[kenzie-floops]

Visions of You: A Lilia Calderu x femaledivination!reader

Heyyyy this is my return to fanfic, but it's been a while so I'm a bit rusty. Constructive criticism not insults please! If you don't like it.. don't read it, it's that's simple.

This will be the first part of a new series I'm working on called Visions of You. Reader is a female divinations witch, around the same age as Lilia, but physical appearance is up to you. More will be revealed later, but a happy ending is in store!

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Warnings: cussing

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KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

I roll over and peep open my eyes to look at my alarm clock. 12:42. What the hell is someone banging on my door this time of day for? 

I push myself up out of bed, and wrap my robe around myself as I make my way to the door. 

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK! 

“I’m coming, i’m coming!” I shouted. Could they bang any harder on my door?!?

I quickly grab the front door and thrust it open, blinking quickly at the sunlight. 

“Yes? What do you need so urgently you almost banged my door down?” I grumpily ask the two strangers standing at my door as I attempt to wipe away some of the groggy sleep from my eyes. 

“Oh!” A shrill voice pipes up. “Sorry about that, we’re just in a bit of a rush. Didn’t mean to give you such a harsh wake-up. Although it is past noon on a weekday…” The voice trails off and I snap my head up.

I had to pick up an extra shift last night at the club because one of the other bottle girls had gotten sick. That meant working on my feet for longer than usual, and I was definitely tired from the extra hours.

“Listen kiddo, i work the night shift down at the club and i’ve only been asleep for a couple hours, so excuse me if i’m a little grumpy at the fact some kid was banging on my door while i'm trying to rest” i huff out with impatience. “Now will you kindly get off my doorstep? I don’t want your cookies, or t-shirts or whatever the hell it is you’re selling”. 

I turned to close the door when the woman I hadn't noticed standing next to the teenager spoke. 

“Seriously, Y/N? Working at the local club? I didn’t think you had the guts for stripping” she says while snickering. 

I bristle at the insult. “Now just wait a minute here. I’m not a stripper, I'm a bottle girl! And who are you to throw around judgment, showing up on my front door when I don't even know…” I trail off as i get a good look at her face and recognize just who’s come to bother me. No way…

“Well holy shit!” I exclaim, throwing my hands up in the air. I lean against the door frame and look her up and down slowly.  “Now that’s a face I haven't seen in a few centuries. Agatha fucking Harkness! Can’t say I've missed your presence. What brings you to my doorstep?” 

“I’ve got a proposition for you. Mind if we come in?” she questions as she gestures inside.

I throw my head back in laughter before turning around to go inside, leaving the door ajar. 

“Sure!” I yell over my shoulder. “Come on in. I’m gonna make some tea.” 

Both Agatha and the boy trail after me into the kitchen. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the boy following my movements as he takes in my kitchen. It’s full of dried herbs and flowers hanging from faded yellow walls. I fling open my aged brown cabinets and rifle around for a mason jar of tea leaves. 

As I prepare my water to boil and place the tea leaves in a sachet I ask “So, what brings you by Agatha? Looking for me to join you on one of your latest murder sprees in the search for some powerful totem?” 

I turn from the counter to face them, seeing that Agatha has already made herself comfortable at my small dining table. The boy was standing awkwardly behind her. 

I look the boy up and down and raise my eyebrows at Agatha. “What’s with the boy?” i question, “Finally taken on an apprentice to teach your dark and evil ways to? He seems quite young to be following in your trail of corrupted darkness.” 

The boy goes to respond, but Agatha cuts him off. “No, no, no, this is Teen and he’s…” She trails off a bit and I go to finish pouring my tea. Teen? That’s a strange name. Whatever. He got himself involved with Harkness, not my problem to deal with. 

“ A pet. Yes!” she exclaims, clapping her hands. “He’s my pet. Now listen Y/N i have a proposition for you.” 

I roll my eyes at her. “Agatha, I really don’t know what’s got you at my house stirring shit up, but I can assure you I'm not interested. If your undoubtedly dangerous proposal was all you came for, you best be going now.” 

I move to usher her out the door before ‘Teen’ shouts out. “We’re going on the Witches Road and we want you to join us!” 

He looks down a bit sheepishly as I give a bug eyed stare. 

“Please?” he hesitantly asks. “We need a divination witch and the road will give you what you want most if you join us.” He’s gotta be kidding. The Road is a death wish. 

I swiftly turn to Agatha, who shakes her head in exasperation at Teen. 

“Really, Agatha?!” I exclaim, throwing my hand up in the air and moving wildly around the room. “The Road is a death wish. No one makes it through. What have you deluded this poor boy into thinking?” 

“She hasn’t deluded me!”, Teen replies. “It was my idea actually.” 

I bury my head in my hands. No way am I joining Agatha Harknesse’s coven to journey down the Witches Road. I am not that crazy, despite what some may think and say.

“Oh hell no. Thank you but no thank you for the offer. I plan on staying alive for the foreseeable future. Harkness, take the boy and leave,” I whip around to face her, “ and please don’t come back. I don’t need whatever's got you spooked enough to go on the witches road coming after me”. 

“Oh come on!” she exasperatedly yells. “We both know you’ve been searching for something you’re never gonna find Y/N.” How the hell does she know about that? I’ve never told her of my visions of her. But then again, I asked around for decades. Maybe she caught wind of it through the grapevine of the witch community. 

“Travel the Witches Road with me” she offers. “The Road will give you what you want most when we reach the end”. 

“If we reach the end” I interject. “If.”

She’s right though. If i join them, and can successfully make it to the end of the road it will tell me how to find her. All those visions of her for all those years… Her beautiful brown eyes, her soft curly hair. What I wouldn't give to see her smile for real, and not just in a vision. 

I sigh heavily as I bring my eyes to Agatha’s. I’m seriously considering it, and for a moment I almost say yes… but I know Agatha’s reputation. Even though at one point I would have liked us to be friends, I know I can't trust her. Going on the Road with her would be certain death, and then i’d never find her.

“Agatha…” I start. “I can’t. I just can’t. Now if that's all, get out of my house. I’m tired.” 

“Ok, ok” she says, lifting her hands in mock surrender as she turns to leave. 

Unexpectedly, Teen makes his way towards me. “Here” he says as he places a card in my hand. “This is Agatha’s address. Be here tonight at 6:30 if you change your mind, and I hope you will” he says as smiles. 

“Teen!” Agatha barks from the doorway. “Come on! We don’t have all day” 

Teen runs after her, and as suddenly as they had woken me, they left, and I was there to sit with my own thoughts. 

At least my tea has cooled off enough to drink. 

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@end0r4

[dinodina]

18 - squishing the other’s cheek for Jack and older Estelle? That would be cute. :-D

From this. Also on ao3.

Thank you so much, I absolutely loved this prompt!!

Estelle Cole was blonde and smiling, shuffling between the wall and the dancefloor. Her friends had deserted her, but no one had caught her eye enough for her to join them—except. Yes, there he was.

She squared her shoulders and approached the soldier. Tall, blue-eyed, quite good-looking. Estelle had seen him around, sometimes dancing, sometimes talking, never staying in the same place long enough for her to strike a conversation.

This time, though, he waited for her approach.

“Hello.”

“Hello.”

American. Estelle let him lead her into a dance, the band playing and the other couples talking around them blending into a veil of sound. He was leaving, just like the rest of them were. What was an American doing in the British army? Estelle didn’t ask.

She didn’t ask much. His favorite color so she could bring him something tomorrow when he left. His favorite song so the small talk could begin. Where he was from—he didn’t quite answer that one.

“I’ll write,” Estelle said in the morning, holding his name close. Jack Harkness. A nice name. He didn’t tell her where he was going, only that her letters would reach him; something secret, then. That was alright.

Estelle’s brother had died doing something secret, too, right at the start of the war. Months later, when she promised Jack she’d be with him forever, she pretended not to see the pain in his eyes and resolutely didn’t think about her brother.

A promise was a promise. There was no end in sight, not yet, and all Estelle could do was be there for Jack, the few moments they got together whenever he returned to Cardiff, when he had to go back to whatever he did for the country and the world.

Estelle wrote and occasionally got replies.

Her friends laughed sometimes. She would laugh, too, she thought, if someone else had been in her shoes. Jack came back less than the others. He shared less. And yet he loved her.

She knew it in the care he took with his handwriting in the letters as opposed to the chicken scratch of the envelopes. She knew it in the flowers he brought her, even if he came before any stores were open, wildflowers, flowers stolen from unsuspecting gardens, paper flowers one time around Christmas when he couldn’t find any others. She knew it in his gentle touch, in the way he let himself be held and held her in return.

Estelle Cole loved Jack Harkness, and so when one day he told her that he had a secret, she didn’t hold against him that he was unable to tell her.

How bad a secret could one man have?

Estelle never found out.

Forever, she’d told him. He’d echoed her words, voice hoarse, and she’d known there would be a catch. She just didn’t expect death. For some reason, she’d thought he’d survive.

“I’ll come back.”

He touched her cheek before he left, caressed it with a wide, solid hand, let Estelle rest against him one last time.

The next news she got of Jack was that he’d died.

Estelle Cole had grey hair and an unwavering belief in the supernatural. There was magic in the air, she knew, and as her friends died off from old age and disease, she found herself clinging more and more to the idea of something else being out there.

She’d never married.

Jack hadn’t been it for her, but in her grief she’d found friends and knowledge. She’d gone to university, worked at a library, volunteered in animal shelters. It was where she’d gotten Moses.

The black and white cat didn’t like strangers but tolerated those who offered him treats. He’d endeared himself easily to the neighbors, so when there was a knock at the door and Moses didn’t run away from the sound, Estelle figured it was someone familiar.

And it was.

It was Jack—

It was Jack’s son. Tall, blue-eyed, quite good looking. American. The same flow to his words and defiance in his eyes, slight hesitation when he reached for something, expecting a reprimand but knowing it wouldn’t come.

So this had been Jack’s secret.

Moses didn’t run from Jack’s son. He stayed at his feet and accepted pets, bribed him for treats whenever Estelle turned away.

“My father loved you,” Jack’s son said.

Estelle smiled up at him. He was the same height as Jack had been; she barely reached his shoulder. “I loved him.”

“Do you live in Cardiff?” she asked after a long moment. He even dressed the same. Had the greatcoat been sent back to him? “Or just visiting?”

Jack lived here, he said. He hoped he wasn’t intruding.

There wasn’t much to intrude on. Estelle showed him her photographs when the subject came up—funny. Jack had always gotten the same look in his eyes when she’d brought up the fairies. It was the only time they argued.

“Can I visit again?” he asked the same way Jack had always asked. He’d never been shy; maybe Estelle had just been too perceptive. Someone had hurt Jack, someone he didn’t talk about, someone he pretended didn’t exist.

“Of course,” Estelle said, “I’d love to have you.”

Jack walked with a spring in his step, his hair perfectly balanced, simultaneously blowing in the breeze and keeping its perfectly-styled shape. He turned back at the last moment to throw Estelle a smile, a promise to return.

Jack hadn’t been old enough to learn these mannerisms when his father had died.

He stood close to her in front of the door and lifted a hand to her cheek, held it for a second. Not knowing why, Estelle mirrored the gesture. He held her and let go; almost a moment too late, Estelle realized it was time to let go, too.

Jack’s son was so much like him.

Estelle swallowed and forced a smile. She was an old woman, now. She was allowed. She pinched his cheek—there was his smile, at last. It shouldn’t have been so brittle before, it was real again now.

“I’ll come back,” Jack said.

This time, she believed him.

[ceruleanmusings]

Sooooo . . . I sorta-kinda want to know more about Sage ^_^ If you've got a minute. How did she meet the important canon characters i her life? Any secondary ocs that she loves? Plot? Her story's PLOT. What is her greatest fear? Joy? Love? What was the most important moment of her life????

Hey, thanks for the interest! I really do need to get back to working on her story. So to answer your questions!

How did she meet the important canon characters in her life?

Sage meets the important characters in her life through Iris because Iris and the Wests are her cousins/family through her mother. Sage’s mother, Jasmine, and Iris’s mother, Ivy*, are sisters (Jasmine is younger than Ivy by a few years). Ivy marries Joe and lives in Central City Jasmine marries Austin and lives in Montreal. After the two started their own families their sisterhood deteriorated due to not seeing eye to eye about certain things to the point that even the husbands have a dislike for each other. However, Iris and Sage remain close; well, as close as they can be when Sage has a massive one-sided love-hate relationship towards her perpetually perfect cousin. (*Note: I named Iris’s mother Ivy before the show said her canon name was Francine. I don’t plan on changing it because I wanted to keep the motif of naming the daughters in their family after flowers.)

Wally she meets before she realizes that he’s actually a West because they cross paths a lot at Central City University and they dance at the same local gym. In fact they sometimes pair up as dance partners when the routine calls for her. She’s gone drag racing with him sometimes and he’s the first she’ll call up if she’s looking for a party. When she finds out that he’s her cousin as well she welcomes him with open arms and is excited to add more to her family. Especially because he understands the pressure she feels to try and live up to Iris’s success and get out of her shadow, much like Wally feels about Barry.

Sage, of course, knows Barry through Iris and basically has known him since the day she was born. (Sage is four years younger than Barry and Iris and yes I’m bending canon slightly to have Iris and Barry friends/friendly before his mother was murdered and he moved in with the Wests.) She has a misplaced crush on Barry because he gives her the attention she’s always wanted and he actually seems to care about her compared to the other guys she’s spent time with (though if anyone asks she’ll gag as if the idea of being into “Barfolomew” is the worst idea in the world. Which it is. Barry’s not her type).

Through Barry, Sage meets Cisco, Caitlin, and Harrison Wells when he brings her along to have them help her find a cure if not a remedy for her ice metahuman abilities. When that doesn’t work, they help her learn to live with them. She gets along with Cisco really well and has a cordial and polite relationship with Caitlin but they aren’t best friends. Sage had a crush on Wells upon first meeting (until, you know, that whole body snatchers he’s actually evil thing happened. It’s the eyes; they’re captivating.)

Oliver she actually meets on her own before she realizes his connection through Barry because of him being the Flash. One weekend she went to Star CIty to audition to be a dancer in Verdant, the club that Oliver was opening at the time. Of course part of the reason she went was to try and meet him because, hello, have you seen him, but otherwise it was free drinks at a new club so how could she not? She auditioned, had some drinks, got into trouble, was rescued by Oliver, they talked, slept together, and the next thing she knew she ended up in a friends with benefits deal with him. It was only after sleeping with him a couple times did she realize he was the Arrow when he arrived in Central City to get Caitlin and Cisco to look into Harkness’s dagger. Trying to explain to Barry how they already know each other in Jitters is a very awkward conversation.

Any secondary ocs that she loves? 

The biggest one is her best friend, Lennox Williams. Lennox she met the first day of freshman orientation at Central City University. The two ended up skipping some sort of boring lecture Sage couldn’t be fussed to remember and went to Jitters instead and have been best friends ever since. Despite also being a partier and, Lennox is Sage’s voice of reason and the head to her heart. She’ll always warn Sage about her crazy ideas and point out the inevitable outcomes but will go along with her plans anyway because she needs someone to look out for her. Lennox, studying to be an architect while modeling on the side, lives with and takes care of her grandmother so she has an extra place for Sage to crash when it’s late or she’s too tipsy. She, eventually, is revealed to be a fire metahuman but, like Sage, most of her abilities are detrimental to her health and I’m planning on pairing her with Cisco. She and Iris aren’t too friendly because Iris thinks Sage could have better friends (when in actuality Iris is envious of their close relationship.)

Plot? Her story's PLOT. 

Long story short, with a lot of revisions thrown in, Sage is a sex positive, partying, drinking, stripping, senior dancer at CCU (junior when the particle accelerator explodes in December of 2013), living with her uncle Joe West trying to hide her ice metahuman abilities from him and Iris so as not to become an even bigger burden on them after moving into their home a little over three years prior. She’s a box office attendant and sometimes assistant choreographer at the local theatre house when she’s not stripping to pay her own way.

After the explosion and when her abilities start to manifest in a way she can’t control, Barry brings her to STAR Labs to find a way to help her control her abilities. Wells, unbeknownst to them, secretly has Sage’s abilities develop to use her as his contingency plan to slow down or outright destroy the Flash if he gets in his way since he is actually Eobard posing as Wells. Eobard subtly turns Sage against team Flash for this purpose. While that is happening Sage’s ice abilities are also being sought after by Snart for his own plans, she works with Iris who is developing her investigative journalism prowess by, first, looking into hazing and dangerous campus life at CCU, which then devolves into them investigating the disappearances of missing kids of important figures around CCU, she gets into a pseudo relationship with Oliver who is the only person in the world she feels understands her desire to be known for more than her partying reputation, and her suddenly present father showing up with ties to Eiling, A.R.G.U.S., and the emergence of Mirakuru in Central City.

And that’s what I have planned for her season 1 fic so I’m going to stop here.

What is her greatest fear? Joy? Love?

Her greatest fear is probably dying unimportant. She realizes that a lot of people in the world aren’t going to do extraordinary things with their lives but she wants to make a mark on the world or leave a good lasting impression. She wants to know that she was important to someone. Her greatest joy is dance; she loves dancing, it’s the only time she feels like she can breathe and release everything that’s been pent-up inside her. There’s nothing more satisfying to her than the particular exhaustion she feels after a good workout. And her greatest love is easily her family, well the West side. She has a very complicated relationship with her immediate family, the Moreaux part, and hasn’t felt more loved and accepted and wanted than she is with the Wests.

What was the most important moment of her life????

The moment her father, during a bad PTSD flashback, nearly choked her to death when, as a child, her balloon popped near his head. It solidified the fact that her father, who she had to watch change after going to war, was dead and gone and he wasn’t coming back. Because her father wouldn’t have hurt her like that. From that moment she hated him and went agaisnt everything he stood for and asked of her. She turned to partying and drinking and staying out and getting love and attention in all the wrong places because of it. Due to the steady growing tension over the years she ran away from home (actually was kicked out) the day after her high school graduation and headed down to Central City with her motorcycle and $675 to her name.