My Love (Savitar x Reader)

Crimson

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Sorry, it's been so long since I updated. I've been grounded because of my grades ):I've finally been allowed to write after five months!!

A week has passed since the figure in the dark and since the lie. Guilt eats away at you anytime your asked a question concerning the subject.

Caitlin has been on edge, you try and talk to her about why, but she shuts down. You figure when she's ready she'll tell you but until then you're keeping a close eye on her just to make sure she's alright.

Harrison and Jessie came back to earth-1 so we can run tests on Jessie since Harrison is worried about her newly discovered powers.

Iris and Barry went on a date this week, you didn't get many details, which your fine with. You don't want them. Bringing up unnecessary feelings for Barry is-

"Y/N!" A voice yells.

"W-what?"

"Come back to planet earth. We have a meta to catch," Cisco states, looking back down at his computer.

"What we got?" You weren't really apart of the team but you figure while you try to get your job back, or any job for that matter, you could help them any way you can.

"A meta that can travel through mirrors." Barry answers.

"Oh, oh, I got this one. He's, uh..." Cisco announces while trying to find a name for this newcomer.

"Mirror Master," Wells interjects

"What the..."

"That's good." Barry compliments. Cisco's face went from confused to straight-up offended that his best friend complimented the name chosen.

"Thank you, we had a Mirror Master on our earth, Evan McCulloch. Wasn't a meta, though. He had some kind of mirror gun that he used."

"How'd it work?"

"Must've had dimensional warping tech that changed everything into two dimensions."

"Well, he is hell-bent on finding Snart, and he's going after anybody that worked with him in the past. Joe's interviewing one of them right now." Barry adds

"That's the robber that got away, right? Where is he anyway?" You cut in

"Off with some friends of ours on a ....trip." You give a confused look and he responses with a shrug.

"All of Snart's known associates are either presumed dead or gone AWOL, except for one."

"Rosalind Dillon." cisco reads off the screen

"And what was the name of the meta that can travel through mirrors?" You whispered. The pieces falling into place in your head.

"Sam Scudder. Why?" someone in the room replied you weren't really paying attention, but you think it was Caitlin.

"Says Rosalind has the ability to induce crippling vertigo." She hums

"Oh, um, uh... She's, uh... Top, like a top. She's the Top. That's her name. Top. Amazing. What, you wanna go?" Cisco states aggressively to a surprised Wells.

You gave a awkward laugh due to the weird tension in the room "well I actually have to go I hope everything works out for you guys." You state already taking fast paced steps toward the door.

"I'll go see if Joe can get any answers out of our meta." You hear Barry say right before your stopped in the elevator.

"(Y/n)! Hey, are you alright?" He asked sweetly. You want to tell him but you needed the whole story first.

"Yeah, of course!"

"Are you sure? Where are you going?....I can give you a lift." His eyes showed concern and curiosity. Which was never a good thing when trying to keep a secret.

"No, it's okay I'm not in a rush." You replied before you pressed the buttons for the doors to close.

"Are you sure? Because you kind of seem-." Luckily the metal doors shut before barry is able to finish.

You got into your car and headed to the address you have only been to when absolutely necessary and this time was no different.

The road up to the warehouse was rough, but you managed.

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You pull into a abandoned parking lot and find a parking space closest to the faded and run-down door of the building.

You quickly get out of your car and lock it since the warehouse wasn't exactly in the greatest neighborhood. Instead of knocking you go straight in, which might not have been the best decision.

You confidently past through the concrete building before running into a metal rack, you swear wasn't there before. "Shit!" You whisper.

"Daisy?" You heard a amused laced voice say in front of you. You hadn't heard that nickname in awhile which caused a memory as well as emotions to rise.

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"Momma!" You yelled from your seat on the couch. She promised to come watch shriek with you for the umpteenth time. "Momma!" You continued to yell to the silence of the house.

You finally decided to get up and go look for her. Daddy was at work while Momma was at home, she stays back to take care of you while schools out for the summer. You walked throughout the house occasionally calling your mother's name which only echoed through the house without a reply.

The last room you walk into is her "creative cloud" She likes to call it. Inside there was a Bright yellow couch that sat in the corner which contrasted with the blue and grey color on the walls. In the center were her easels set up and ready to create a new image. Paintings that were already painted were framed and lined up on the adjacent wall. Those paintings were her favorites, her dreams she brought to life and in your ten-year old eyes they were beautiful beyond compare.

Your personal favorite was of a blond haired women that stood in a wildflower patch of land with a crème colored orb that circled the women. Her eyes were closed in content and her hands were reaching into the air, almost to embrace the beautiful light. It looked angelic, perfect.

In the corner of your eye, you see a new painting that seemed to be added recently. Excited to see the artwork, you fast walked to it. This painted stood out among the bright and colorful room. This painting looked of a nightmare. It was of a women again. She looked lifeless. her head was titled to the side while one of her hands her barely covering her plump lips and her other hand was stabbing her claw-like nails into her chest where her heart should be. A crimson color dripped over the tips of her fingernails and down her naked chest. The women looked of the angelic one, the only thing different was her eyes. they didn't look content. They looked cold. emotionless.

You jump from a crash that sounded from the opposite side of the house. you began to walk towards it but you saw a dark figure walk into your bedroom that you just knew wasn't your mom. You hesitantly tip-toed out of the house then ran, crying, to the neighbors. Where one of your best friends lived. You pounded on the door, begging for someone to answer and in a matter of seconds the door was flung open.

A boy stood in front of you his green eyes were laced with worry and his light brown hair was tussled to the side, tears were falling down uncontrollably as you began to try and form sentences. The boy, who was two or three years older than you got down on his knees and hugged you. Holding you in his embrace to give you comfort and time to overcome the fear.

After awhile of him hugging you on the front step of his house he spoke. "Daisy, are you alright? did someone hurt you?" He asked calmly but you could hear his voice crack at the end.

With just a touch on your shoulder brought back from that god awful memory and to the beautiful green eyes in front of you.

"Hey, Sammy." You say in a much higher tone than normal.

I'm terrible. I'm sorry y 'all had to wait so long for a chapter. I was grounded and then had writer's block. 🙄 I hoped you guys love the chapter as much as I do. I actually had a lot of fun writing it. Even though I had writer's block I still continued to write and started making notes for future chapters so they should be here soon. :) I love y'all ❤🦋