#i also have another idea bouncing around in my head for 5x8

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for the Wip Ask Game, the Savitar & Nora fic? i'm so curious!

That’s a new WIP! The basic plot is that Nora, while attempting to travel back in time to s5, lands in s3 instead.

My headcanon, btw, is that she overshot in canon anyway and landed in s4, but that she was fine because Eowells had a contingency set up (a headcanon I got from this wonderful fic by @spaceoperetta). So I figured…why not further back in s3? She has no contingency to protect her…and she has to contend with Savitar now.

Important context is that she knows about Savitar from the Flash Museum—i.e., not everything. She knows he’s big and scary in that suit, she knows about the Flashpoint metas and Alchemy, she knows about his attempt to kill her mom.

What she doesn’t know is that he’s a carbon copy of her father (with no scar here, because a) I’m always glad for the excuse to get rid of it and b) imo it hits harder if he doesn’t have one). Her father…whom she’s never met, by the way, because she never made it to s5.

Savitar offers her a deal: don’t interfere with his plan, help him if he asks, and he’ll help her get to wherever (whenever, really) she wants to go. It’s easy to agree at first—she knows her mom will kill him in the end—but…Savitar’s no fool. He’s figuring out who she is…and that can only mean trouble.

“So when in the future are you from, little speedster?”

“I can’t tell you.” At his darkening expression, she added quickly, “Because of the timeline, you know? The Speed Force isn’t kind to reckless speedsters.” As you know, if…if you’re really my dad.

“True enough.” Much to her surprise, his expression softened—sympathy lay in his eyes now, which unsettled her more than his previous sneers. “You’re a clever girl, to know that so early. At your young age, too.”

“I’m not young.” She winced at the sharpness of her tone—more demure, Nora, geez!—but he seemed more amused than offended. “How old I am doesn't matter either, though, so don't ask.”

He chuckled. “Noted. What did you say your name was, Little Runner?”

She suppressed a flinch at the nickname. “I didn’t.”

“No,” he hummed, “but usually it's considered polite to answer that question with your name. Surely that’s something you can tell me.”

“Nora,” she answered after a long pause. “Just Nora. And you’re Savitar.”

His grin broadened, and she suddenly felt like Little Red Riding Hood off the trodden path. “Well, just Nora...it's a pleasure to meet you. I’d love to introduce myself, but I see my reputation precedes me.”

Now ofc I’m not committing to a multichap 😅 this idea merits one, but I don’t have the bandwidth for that at the moment, so this is just gonna start off as a oneshot, which I might expand into a series later with more oneshots. This dynamic is truly too intriguing to leave alone, the plot bunny gnaws at me, so this is my compromise

wip title tag game!