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CinderIris: Chapter 7

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Chapter 1 

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Just one day after the royal guard announced that it would be searching for the girl from the ball by having maidens try on the glass slipper, the Prince was informed they had found a girl whom the slipper fit.

Barry’s heart leapt from his chest. That meant his dream girl was on her way to the Palace right now. He apologized to his tutor and ran out of the lesson. He changed into his best suit, having to retie the tie a few times because his hands were shaking with anticipation.

One his way down to the entry hall, the Prince decided to go to the garden and pick flowers for his beloved. A reminder of their intimate conversation from that night in the garden and a classic romantic gesture. Barry couldn’t decide which flowers to bring her. Would she like daisies or would she like tulips? He thought about roses, but they seemed too cliche.

The Prince paced around the flower bed. A terrible but wonderful anxiety made even a simple choice like this feel impossible. None of the flowers were beautiful enough to be worthy of giving her. Then, a patch of irises caught his eye.

The flowers stood tall and proud. Pink, yellow, white, blue, but mostly purple in color, the irises were all unique and intricate. Barry picked his favorites among them and arrange a makeshift bouquet in his hands.

He went to the entry hall, feeling closer to destiny with each step he took. When the doors were in sight, Barry ran towards them. He stopped abruptly just in front of them. On the other side of the door was his love. The thought of seeing her again made his nerves tingle. He took a deep breath, telling himself to be charming.

One of the guards posted at the side of the door smiled, a rare deviation from their typical stone faced stare.

“Am I that desperate looking?” The Prince asked.

“By the way you look, Your Highness, it must be true love.”

Barry smiled.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Barry answered.

The guards opened the doors to the entry hall. The guard on the other side announced the Prince’s entrance. Barry wasn’t listening. His eyes widened as he looked over the people standing in the room.

Captain Singh and several other guards were there. A girl stood in the center of them. Barry’s eyes kept scanning, searching for the maiden who stole his heart.

But, she was not among them.

“Where is she?” Barry asked, rather rudely in hindsight.

The girl stepped forward and curtseyed.

Captain Singh held out his arms. “Your Royal Highness, may I present to you, Miss Patricia Spivot.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness. Please, call me Patty.” The girl said.

Barry barely looked at her. He was still clinging to the hope that the girl would emerge from behind one of the guards.

An awkward silence fell. It was broken when Captain Singh cleared his throat.

The Prince finally greeted Miss Spivot, though ee forwent the common practice of kissing her hand. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Captain Singh continued the introduction. “Miss Spivot is the top of her class in the forensic science program at Royal University. She is also the daughter of a the great and fallen guard, Patrick Spivot. May he rest in peace.”

“Thank you for your father’s service.” Barry said to Patty.

She smiled. “Thank you, Your Highness. I hear you have an interest in forensics as well?”

“Yes.” Barry acknowledged, but he didn’t continue the conversation with Patty. He approached Captain Singh instead.

“Captain,” The Prince whispered. “This is not her!”

“Her foot fit the glass slipper.” Captain Singh informed him. “Are you sure this is not the girl from the ball?”

“Certain. She is too tall, too pale. Her hair is too light and too short. Her eyes aren’t as soft and warm.”

“We were instructed to bring any maiden whom the slipper fit to the Palace.”

“Thank you, Captain. But, it must be coincidence the slipper fit her. She’s not the one I’m looking for.” The Prince sighed.

“Seven is very common shoe size.”

“I know.” Barry admitted. “But, it’s all I have to go on.”

He turned to the girl called Patty. “I am so sorry, genuinely, Miss. But, I’m afraid-”

“I’m not the mystery girl you fell in love with.” Patty finished the sentence for him.

Barry looked at her apologetically.

“I understand.” Patty said.

“I sorry for the inconvenience of traveling here.”

“I should have known better than to come. Of course, I knew I wasn’t the girl you’re looking for. I just thought it might be nice to meet you.”

Patty curtseyed and turned to leave.

Barry felt like a terrible person. This nice girl came to see him, and he brushed her off. Even though she wasn’t the person he was looking for, she was still a person.

“Wait, Miss.” The Prince said, halting her. “I’d like you to have these.” He gave her the flowers.

Patty smiled. “Thank you. They’re lovely.”

“So are you.” Barry told her. “Patty, you are very pretty, and you must be quite brilliant too. It sounds as though we also have common interest. But………”

“I’m not her.” Patty said.

“You will be someone else’s her. A very lucky someone.”

“Thank you, Your Highness.”

The Prince took her hand and placed a soft kiss on it. “Call me Barry.”

Patty smiled somberly. “Goodbye, Barry.”

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“Iris! Iris!” Cecile repeated. She banged her hand on the bar. “Iris West!”

That snapped Iris out of her daydream. She was imaging what it would be like when she was brought to the Palace after having fit into the glass slipper. Trepidation was fading and Iris was starting to feel eager to try on the shoe.

She’d decided not to tell anyone that she was the mystery girl. For one, she wasn’t sure they’d believe. Another, she wanted to wait until the guard came to her cottage and requested she try on the slipper. It would take them a while to get there, as they’d have to fit every maiden in the most affluent parts of the Kingdom before making their way to the South side. Iris wanted to be sure that Barry would not change his mind about this endeavor to find her. She needed to know that he was serious, not just going after her because she was a mystery.

“I’m sorry, Cecile.” Iris said, coming back to reality. “What were you saying?”

“Honey, you’ve been drying that same flask for twenty minutes.”

“Oh….”

Cecile smirked. “Iris, what’s gotten into you? For the past three days you’ve been acting out of character. Head in the clouds and stars in your eyes.”

Iris shrugged. “I’ve been in a pleasant mood.”

“You’ve been walking on air since the ball.” Cecile noted.

“Which reminds me, I am so sorry about your daughter’s gown!” Iris apologized for the hundredth time.

Cecile put  finger over Iris’ lips. “Enough. It’s alright, dear. My daughter was never going to wear that dress again anyway. I’m glad you had a good time in it. And don’t you dare try to give me money. I will throw it back in your face. You work too hard for it, you keep it.”

“You’re too kind.”

Cecile patted herself on the back, making Iris laugh. She then took a long look at Iris, as if x-raying her.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Iris asked.

“Your mood has been more than ‘pleasant’ recently. In fact, I think there’s only one thing that could have you so giddy.”

Iris raised an eyebrow. “What, pray tell, is that?”

“You’ve met someone!” Cecile said in a sing-song voice.

Iris bit her lip. Her cheeks were warm and her stomach did a slip. She felt shy, like a school girl asked about a crush.

“Oh, come on! Tell me about him!” Cecile pleaded.

Iris looked at the floor, Barry’s face swimming in her mind. The past few nights, she lay awake in bed, counting the freckles she remember on his face. The feeling just thinking of him gave Iris was overwhelming. She loved and hated it. He made her feel like she was flying and drowning in the ocean at the same time. Iris wasn’t sure if she wanted fawn over his memory in serenity or scream in desperation due to their distance.

“Please!” Cecile cried again. “You haven’t said anything about the ball. I’ve been dying to hear.

“It was a very nice ball.” Iris said.

“And?” Cecile urged her.

“And…… They have far too much food!”

“And?”

“And…… The orchestra was very talented.”

“And the Prince?”

“Oh, the Prince.” Iris whispered. She’d been avoiding the subject.

“Yes, the Prince!” Cecile insisted.

“Well, he’s tall.” Iris said, truthfully.

“Did you dance? Is he charming as they say?”

“I only danced two dances, both with the same man.” Iris reported, leaving out the detail that the man was the Prince.

“And him?” Cecile pried.

Iris’ heart swelled. “I’d never felt anything like being with him.”

Cecile sipped her drink and looked teasingly at Iris. “Mmmm.”

“I was so anxious when I’d first arrived. Breathless with a wild anticipation of adventure, excitement, and romance. I felt so out of place. I was seriously considering running home, when he asked me to dance.”

“Was he handsome?”

Iris giggled. “Really handsome.”

“I need details!”

“He was tall, very tall. His eyes a mixture of emerald green and soft blue. He was slim but in shape. His hair was dark and wavy. He looked good in his red suit.”

“Red? Bold choice.”

“The Palace was so extravagant, making me feel so humble in comparison. I didn’t recognize a face in the crowd of people. It was scary. But, when I was with him, he made me feel like... I was home.”

Cecile looked on Iris in awe, hanging onto her every word.

“That sounds silly, doesn’t it?” Iris asked.

Cecile put her hand on Iris’ shoulder. “That sounds like love.”

Iris felt embarrassed. She leaned over the bary to hug Cecile.

“Thank you for talking to me. I didn’t realize how much I wanted to tell someone about him until I started. Now, I don’t want to stop.”

“Of course.” Cecile said. “You can always talk to me.”

“I’m lucky to have someone like you in my life.” Iris said appreciatively.

“Iris, I know it may sound strange. Forgive me if I’m overstepping my bounds, but I feel a maternal connection to you. I don’t get to see my daughter as often as I like, so I take extra enjoyment out of spending time with you.”

Iris was touched. She had long looked up to Cecile as a maternal figure, since she lost her own mother at such a young age. “That means so much to me. I don’t remember much about her, but my father tells me how beautiful and kind she was. It reminds me of you.”

The women embraced again.

“I never knew your mother, but I think she would be proud of you. Any mother would.” Cecile said.

A tear escaped Iris’ eye. “Thank you.”

“And any mother would want you to be happy. To find true love and have your happily ever after.”

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I love @barryandiriswest-allen CinderIris fic so much!!! I've done a few fanart for it in the past and last night felt inspired to do more lol 😍

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CinderIris

by barryandiriswestallen,  Chapters:2/?

Summary:

WestAllen Cinderella AU

With his mother's death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can't afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

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CinderIris: chapter 8

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Chapter 1

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The second time a maiden whom the slipper fit came to the Palace, the Prince was just as-if not more-excited than the first time. There was no doubt in his mind that the girl he fell in love with at the ball would be standing behind the door, waiting to make his heart flutter just as it had the moment he first laid eyes on her.

But, the Prince was disappointed yet again. It was not her.

The third time a maiden whom the slipper fit came to the Palace, the Prince was skeptical. He didn’t get his hopes up, because the sunken feeling he’d be left with after the previous failures was horrible. His skepticism was wise, because it was not her. Barry cursed the commonality of the size seven foot.

The fifth, sixth, seventh, eighth times were no different. The ninth time, the Prince, Captain, and Royal guard made the grotesque realization that the only reason the maiden fit the slipper was because she’d sawed off the back of her heel. She was taken to the Royal hospital and initially considered crazy, until she sparked a trend. The thirteenth maiden who fit the slipper had cut off several toes to squeeze her foot into it.

“This is getting a little ridiculous.” Earl H.R. said one evening.

“GETTING? A LITTLE?” Grand Duke Wells scoffed. “We are far past that.”

Prince Barry, who’d just finished martial arts training with Jesse, wiped the sweat off his brow and tried not to listen.

“How far past ridiculous? Are we in ludicrous territory?” H.R. asked.

Duke Wells turned to H.R. and looked at him with contempt. “Shut up.”

“Oh, so we’re in shut up this is not a time for jokes territory. Got it.” Mumbled H.R.

“Your Highness, you must put a stop to this madness at once.” The Duke insisted.

Prince Barry threw down his towel in frustration. “I haven’t found her yet!”

“How many more girls are going to mutilate themselves until you do?”

“Next, some lass will chop off her whole foot and build a robot one to perfectly fit.” Jesse joked.

Duke Wells held up his hand in attempt to silence her. It only made Jesse roll her eyes.

“I’m just saying, that would be kind of cool. She may not be the girl you met at the ball, but at least we’d know she’s resourceful.”

H.R. was the only one who laughed.

“I never wanted anyone to hurt themselves, never asked them to make the slipper fit by any means necessary. It was their choice to do it.” Barry said in his defense.

“Even so,” Duke Wells retorted. “This goose chase is causing hysteria. It makes the Monarchy look like bad.”

“Since when do you care about PR, Duke?”

“This isn’t about PR! Have you forgotten about the trade embargo Midway is threatening to place on our imports? Or the delicate situation in the far East where North and South Keystone are on the brink of peace for the first time in a century? But oh no, let’s focus our efforts on locating a girl who’s made it clear she doesn’t want to be found! That’s more important….. NOT!”

“Dad,” Jesse groaned. “Stop trying to make ‘not’ happen. It’s not going to happen.”

“But you just said it!” H.R. pointed out.

Barry couldn’t take it anymore. He stood up and marched towards the door as he explained, “I’m aware of the current events. I know how crucial it is for my focus to be on such matters. That is why I’m determined to find the girl. Until I do, my mind can’t concentrate on anything else. I need to know who she is, to be with her again. She had this way of calming, centering, focusing me. Like an anchor to keep me from floating away when I’m overwhelmed. Somehow she brought out the best in me, I’ll need that if I am to serve this Kingdom.”

“Like a lightning rod?” H.R. said. “A lightning rod to bring out your lightning.”

“Yes.” Barry said, satisfied by the anecdote. “Like that.”

Duke Wells opened his mouth to rebuttal. Before he could, Jesse chimed in.

“You agreed to thirty days of searching. There is still one more week left, in which His Highness could very well find the girl. Dad, one week won’t hurt anything. Let the guard finish the search. If they do not, the Prince will never be able to get over her. You don’t want him to be haunted by the one that got away….. literally.”

“Thank you, Jesse.” Prince Barry said. He was slightly taken aback by her sudden romanticism.

Jesse pointed her finger at him. “Don’t get any ideas. I’m becoming a romantic, I just want the search to finish so you’ll get your head out of the clouds and go back to being decent competition in training.”

Barry smirked.

Duke Wells rubbed his temples. “Fine. Finish the search. I’ll go speak with the Captain of the Guard.” He nodded to excuse himself and left.

Prince Barry didn’t like knowing that his time was running out, but he felt confident that there would still be enough time for his love to be found. He figured the Guard must be nearly finished with the search by now.

As soon as the Grand Duke stepped out of the room, he was face to face with Captain Singh.

“Grand Duke, just the man I was looking for.” Singh greeted. “We need to talk about the search for the girl from the ball.”

“I was looking for you as well, Captain. May we talk as we walk to the kitchen? I’m famished.”

“Sure thing, sir.”

Captain Singh and Duke Wells set off. When they were several feet away from the door and Wells was confident they were out of the Prince’s earshot, he spoke.

“How is the searching going?”

Captain Singh shook his head. “Awful.”

“Seen more amputations than you bargained for?” Duke Wells joked.

“More than my stomach could handle.” Singh admitted. “There is no way we’ll be able to finish the search in the thirty day time limit. We’ve been at it for three weeks and we’ve barely finished with the Northern Isles. That leaves a good two third of Kingdom to search. It will be Christmas by the time we’ve made it to every maiden in the Kingdom.”

“To have half the Royal Guard preoccupied with a shoe fitting for so long is-”

“A dire waste of resources.” Singh finished.

“My thoughts exactly.” Duke Wells said. “Thankfully, the Prince understands and is not wholly uncooperative. He will listen to some reason. That is why he’s agreed to keep the thirty day time limit. If the mystery girl is not found within the week, he says he’ll move on.”

Captain Singh looked surprised, but relieved. “Well, that’s a comfort to know. I know my men will share in my relief.”

“Tell them not to worry about this. It was never that important.”

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“If it isn’t the best barmaid South of the Jay Garrick monument.”

That smooth voice could only mean one thing. Iris turned around to see Scott Evans sitting down at the bar.

“Hello, Scott.” She said with a smile.

Scott was a traveling journalist. He wrote for one of the only, and the most respected, paper in town, South Side Print News. Scott made a name for himself all across the Kingdom for his talent when he exposed a crooked Parliament candidate a few years ago. His tall, dark, and handsome good looks didn’t hurt his popularity either.

Iris always admired him for his work and relentless pursuit of the truth. When he first came in Drunkards, she was a little star struck. She was excited to have the chance to talk to Scott about her love of writing and hope to be a reporter one day as well. However, her idol soon proved himself to be a pessimist, putting her off. Scott said it was impossible to do the work he does and be an optimist. Iris told him that nothing is impossible.

Scott kept coming back to Drunkards ever since. He’d say it was for the Brandy, but he’d always wink at Iris.

She poured Scott a glass of Brandy and slid it across the bar.

“You look tired.” Iris noticed. “Or, should I say, more tired than usual.”

Scott smiled. “I’ve just gotten back from a trip to Royal Landing.”

“What were you doing all the way out there?”

“Captain Singh of the Royal Guard made an announcement regarding the search for the girl from the ball. You know, the one the Prince is in love with?”

Iris smirked. “I’ve heard about her.”

“I don’t think a soul in the Kingdom hasn’t. She was the top story all month. Any mention of her would make the front page, no question. But, that’s over now. Soon she’ll be remembered as an old folktale of some kind.”

Iris didn’t understand what he meant by that. “Huh?”

“The search is over.” Scott informed her.

“Over?” Iris repeated.

Scott nodded in confirmation. “Over.”

Iris was dumbfounded. She believed that what she and Prince Barry shared was special enough to leave a lifelong impression. The determination with which he chased her that night and pursued her to come forward since made Iris feel like he would never give up on her.

“What? Wait- it’s- it’s over?” Iris tried to keep her voice even, sound casual. “How? Why? They didn’t find her, did they?”

“No, and it looks like they never will.”

“But they’ve only searched one small part of the Kingdom!” Iris protested. “Wasn’t it the Prince’s order that the Royal Guard have every eligible maiden in the Kingdom try on the slipper?”

“Apparently, a time constraint was agreed to. It must have been thirty days, because here we are on day thirty one, and the Palace is no longer interested in the mystery girl from the ball.”

Scott took a sip of his Brandy.

“The search may be over, but surely the Palace is still interested, right? I mean, if the girl were to turn up, they wouldn’t send her away, would they?” Iris asked, hoping Scott would have something reassuring to say.

Scott shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“The Prince, he must still be interested. After all, they said he loved m- her. Love isn’t something you can just forget about.”

“Why do you suddenly care?” Scott asked with raised brows. “I thought you hated talking about the ball and the Prince. You've change the subject every other time it’s been brought up.”

“I suppose this news is a little surprising to me, that’s all. I really thought the Prince would keep searching till he found her.”

Scott took a swig of Brandy before saying, “I suppose finding her isn’t as important to the government as it is to the Prince.”

“What do you mean?”

Scott smirked. He leaned over the bar, getting close to Iris. He whispered, “You didn’t hear this from me, but the speculation is that Grand Druke Wells and other members of the Royal House have been pressuring His Highness to call off the search.”

“But why?”

“It’s too expensive and uses too much man power. Parliament feels the Palace’s resources could be better spent elsewhere.”

Iris looked down at the floor. She mumbled, talking more to herself than Scott. “The Prince is quite selfless, dedicated to the wellbeing of the Kingdom. If he thought the search was harmful, he’d likely call it off even if he didn’t want to.”

“That’s the popular opinion.” Scott told her. “He wouldn’t want any more ladies severing their toes to fit the slipper.”

Iris scrunched up her face in disgust. “Eww! Someone did that?”

“Several someones.” Scott said.

Iris shivered. “And they say the South Side is weird.”

Scott laughed. He pulled a few coins out of his wallet and placed them on the bar.

“Thanks, Iris. It’s always nice talking to you, but I better be off.”

“No problem. Thanks for filling me in.” Iris said.

“I have to keep the Kingdom’s best amateur reporter up to date.”

Iris smiled, a little embarrassed.

“Anything else an amateur reporter might need to know?” She asked.

“It’s going to rain this weekend.” Scott joked. “Oh, and word is, the Prince is still desperately in love with the girl. Staring out windows, head in the clouds. She’s what he’s always thinking about.”

“Really?” Iris gasped.

Scott put on his coat. “She must have been some girl.”

Iris watched Scott absentmindedly as he left the tavern. She was thinking about Barry and wondering if Scott was right, that he was still thinking about her. The plan was to wait until the Royal Guard came to her and requested she try on the slipper. But, now that was never going to happen. The fantasy of her being whisked away to the Palace and running into Barry’s arms, rejoicing in their reunion with a kiss, that Iris had played over and over in her mind now made her feel foolish. Of course, that was never going to happen.

Iris thought it might be best if she pretended the night of the ball never happened, just as she was going to do before finding out Barry was looking for her. But, the thought of not seeing Barry again made her feel physically ill. She wanted to be with him again, even just once, even just for a minute. If he wasn’t interested in her anymore, she’d accept that. But, Iris was very much still interested in him and she had to try. Cecile had advised her to find her happily ever after, and that was advice Iris was going to take.

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CinderIris Epilogue

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A/N: I’ve finally completed the epilogue. It honestly pains me to post this, because it means the story is truly over. I had so much fun writing it and I’m so thankful to everyone who came on this journey with Barry and Iris. Thank you for all of your support, encouragement, suggestions, and love.

The following spring was the nicest anyone in the Kingdom could remember. The sun shone brightly in a sky dotted with white, cotton ball clouds. Flowers, perfectly in bloom, lined the streets in decoration for the Prince’s wedding. Their sweet perfume gave the crowd of happy people a sense that love was literally in the air.

Church bells rang, but were soon drowned out by the people’s thunderous applause at the sight of the bride and groom exiting the church. Prince Barry and Princess Iris rode in a carriage procession, waving to their people. Children wore toy tiaras and sat atop their parents’ shoulders to get a view of the couple. Adults chatted optimistically about the new era for the Kingdom.

The atmosphere inside the Palace ballroom, where the Prince and Princess arrived for their reception, was equally enthusiastic. A shower of flower petals rained over them as they made their grand entrance. King Henry and Joe West wiped tears from their eyes, Wally and Jesse jumped as they cheered, H.R. forgot he was holding a drink, causing a champagne flute to shatter when he clapped his hands, even Duke Wells was smiling brightly. Prince Barry whisked Iris off to the dance floor.

“I’m so glad I set them up.” Cecile mused as she watched the newlyweds share their first dance as husband and wife.

Joe laughed. “How have you reasoned that you set them up?”

“It was my carriage that got her to the ball.”

Joe laughed again.

Cecile put her hands on her hips. “You snigger all you want, Joe West. It’s not my fault fate chose me to bring Iris and Barry together.”

“I’m happy to trade a minute of tear for a minute of humor.”

“Iris getting married is making you really emotion, is it?”

Joe gazed at his daughter with soft eyes. The person he would forever see as his little baby was now a grown woman. He looked beyond the dancing couple and saw Wally on the other side of the room, looking more like a man each day. He’d move closer to Lady McGee’s laboratory, where he’d recently been given his own workshop. Just as Joe was growing accustomed to that change, this day arrived.

“My children are no longer children.” Joe sighed. “Amongst my pride, is an abundance of nostalgia.”

“I understand. I was the same way when my daughter moved out.”

Joe swirled his drink. “Look at us, two empty nesters.”

“A house can get lonely when you’re all by yourself.”

“I’m sure I’ll be quite lonely.”

Cecile looked up at Joe with a twinkle in her eye. She whispered, “Perhaps, you don’t have to be.”

The music stopped playing, the first song was over. Joe stood, looking at Cecile in relative silence for a moment as he tried to comprehend what Cecile was implying. When it struck him, he giggled. “Cecile, are you suggesting..?”

“We’ve made such good partners in getting bad guys off the streets.”

Joe nodded. “We have.”

The orchestra began another song. More couples joined the dance floor.

Cecile bit her lip. She put her drink down on a table and took Joe’s hand. “I think we might make good dance partners as well.”

“Then, may I have this dance.”

“This one, and the next one.”

Jesse and Wally were already spinning around the room.

“Nonsense!” Jesse said. She and Wally were deep in conversation over Wally’s latest blueprint. “The thermal combustion chamber would never work. You’d need more gasoline and where will you get it from? Have you struck oil?”

Wally grinned. “I struck gold with you.”

Jesse’s eye roll at her boyfriend’s flattery did not distract him from the rose tint of her cheeks.

She brought the subject back to Wally’s design. “How fast do you propose this machine will be capable of going?”

“At least three times that of a horse.”

“I know it’s the faster the better with you.”

“You say that as if the same is not true for you.” Wally laughed. “Once my design is fully functional, I’ll race you.”

“Oh, you’re on!”

In the center of the ballroom, the happiest couple of all, the newlywed Prince and Princess danced. Barry took advantage of the steps that position him to whisper sweet nothings in his wife’s ear. Iris smiled, full of a warmth and glow that put the candles, flickering above them in chandeliers, to shame.

From overhead, Prince Barry and Princess Iris looked like twirling figures in a music box. Two people, watching them from the balcony of the grand staircase, exchanged satisfied glances.

“I’m so glad we set them up.” Cisco said.

“Did we?” Asked Caitlin. “Or was it destiny?”

“Either way, we end up doing the work for destiny a lot of the time.”

Caitlin tilted her head from side to side in consideration. “True.”

“You don’t think this Earth has a Big-”

Cisco was cut off when Caitlin tackled him to the floor, knocking the wind out of him.

Iris squinted. She could have sworn she saw them. But, with one quick turn during the dance, and the balcony was empty.

“What are you looking at, Iris?” Barry asked.

“Nothing. Just, remembering the night we met.”

Barry beamed. “A night topped only by this one.”

The orchestra slowed to a soft, gentle melody. Barry pulled Iris in closer and pressed his forehead to hers.

“I love you.” Iris breathed.

“I love you.”

And, they lived happily ever after.

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CinderIris: chapter 15

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother’s death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

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A/N: Only one more chapter and an epilogue left! I hope this iconic moment, of Barry putting the slipper on Iris, lived up to expectations.

Looks of astonished fell on everyone’s face but Wally’s. He beamed in excitement as Iris descended the stairs, glass slipper sparking in the sunlight pouring in from the open door.

The guard leading the troop gasped. “I- I don’t believe it.”

“My name is Iris West and I am the maiden from ball.” Iris confessed with pride.

“Iris” An endearing voice repeated.

The crowd of guards parted as one from the back came closer. A tall, lanky man with soft hazel eyes that gazed at Iris, stepped past the group. He took off his helmet so that his face was no longer obstructed.

Several people gasped, Wally put his fist in his mouth, Joe stepped back clutching his chest, and Iris let out a cry of relief, upon seeing Prince Barry.

Iris couldn’t believe her eyes. “You’re alive!”

Barry looked back at her with equal awe. “You’re here!”

“I’m here.” Iris giggled.

They ran into each other’s arms. Barry kissed her just as he’d been dreaming of doing since the second they’d parted. The brush of his lips against hers made Iris feel like she was in the Palace garden again, sitting on the fountain’s edge.

Barry only ended the kiss because he desired to look Iris in her eyes. They exchanged playful grins and batted eyelashes. Time seemed to have halted, for when they broke apart, everyone was still locked in the same shocked position. Iris and Barry held onto one another, each afraid the other would be lost again.

“I was scared I’d never find you.” Barry whispered.

“I was scared you were dead.” Iris whimpered. A tear rolling down her face was wiped away by Barry’s nose when he nesselted against her cheek.

“I’m alright.” Barry assured her.

One of the guards cleared his throat, louding reminding the reunited couple they were not alone.

“Your Highness,” He said. “May I ask, what is going on?”

“Captain Singh told me a suspect in the robbery was claiming to be the girl I fell in love with. I had to see her, to see if it was true, so I went to the prison to meet her, only to walk in on a breakout.” The Prince explained.

Wally cringed. “Sorry about that.”

“In the fighting, the glass slipper that you’d left behind, that I’d treasured as it was my only connection to you, was broken.” Prince Barry continued. “I was beside myself. Then, I heard that you were the escapee. Thinking it my last hope of ever finding you, I put on a uniform and joined the Royal Guard in their chase.”

“You came after me?” Iris asked.

“Always.”

“Hold on,” Joe, who seemed to have gotten a better grip on himself, spoke up. “Iris, you’re telling me that you are the mystery girl from the Royal ball?”

“Yes.” Iris said.

“Why did you keep that a secret?”

“And, why did she run away in the first place?” A guard added.

Iris hung her head. “I am so sorry for all my secrecy. I never imagined that I’d meet Prince Barry at the ball, much less fall in love with him. The whole night was like a dream. A beautiful dream, but I knew I’d have to wake from it.”

Barry looked at her in confusions.

“Your Highness, I’m not a Princess, or a Duchess, or noblewoman, or even lady in waiting. I’m just a girl, who got fired from her job as a bar maiden, and who couldn’t afford a dress or a carriage for the ball, so I relied on the generosity of some new friends. When it was time to give back all of the glamour they’d lent me, I ran away. I was a girl playing dress up, scared of being seen as who I truly am.”

“Why didn’t you come forward when the Palace announced the search party looking for you?” Joe asked.

“When I heard people talking about how poised and beautiful the mystery girl was, I doubted anyone would believe it was me.” Iris said earnestly. “I was going to wait till I was asked to try on the slipper, because that would be proof. But, the search was called off before I got the chance.”

“What about the robbery? Why had you arrived at the Palace with the Snarts?” A guard demanded.

“I wanted to go to the second ball, but didn’t have the help of friends to get me there. So, when I caught Leonard Snart and his gang stealing carriages, I used it as blackmail to get them to take me to the Palace for the second ball.” Iris admitted. “I had no idea they were planning a robbery. Please, believe me. I was wrong to trust them. I should have turned them over to the guards instead of thinking I could use them. It was foolish.”

Iris could no longer look at Barry, she felt too ashamed. But, he cupped her face and pressed his forehead against hers.

“I’m so sorry.” Iris apologized. “I was desperate for any way to see you again.”

“It’s alright.” Barry whispered. “I was desperate to see you too.”

“What about the prison break?” The lead guard huffed.

“That was all my fault.” Wally insisted. “Iris had nothing to do with it. I snuck into the prison to break her out. It was all me.”

Iris shook her head furiously. “NO! Please don’t blame Wally, he was only trying to help me. I’m at fault for going along with it. I did so because I heard the guards talking about how the Prince had been gravely injured during the robbery. I believed you dead.”

Barry squeezed her hand. “I am right here.”

“But, what about-” The lead guard began.

“None of that matters now.” Prince Barry asserted, silencing him. “All that matters,” Barry traced his fingers across the glass slipper. “Is this.”

He walked hand in hand with Iris to a chair. She sat down and handed him the glass slipper. Barry got down on bended knee. He guided Iris’ foot into glass slipper. It fit perfectly.

The crowd watched with wide eyes, but Barry and Iris only looked at each other.

“Iris” Barry breathed.

“The last time you placed my glass slipper on me was that night at the ball.” Iris remembered, looking down at him and her shoe. “I fell more in love with you in each second we spent together. I ran from you at the end of the night, but I couldn’t run from the way you made me feel. Ever since that night, I have not been able to stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve never stopped thinking about you.”

Barry surged up to kiss her. He wanted to show her how much he’d longed for her, every hour, every minute.

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Quick update on CinderIris:

Sorry I’m taking so long to post chapter 11. I have been working a lot so I haven’t had a lot of spare time to write. When I do get the time, I keep struggling to put the ideas in my head into words. This chapter is really exciting and something pretty wild happens. I want it to read like a big action scene you can see playing out in your head. So, I keep writing parts of it and then erasing it all because it doesn’t feel good enough for what I want the chapter to be. But, I am partially done and happy with it. I will hopefully finish sometime this week. Again, sorry for the delay. Thanks for sticking with the story and being so positive about it! I love writing it for you guys.

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CinderIris: chapter 10

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

First chapter

Previous chapter

Archive of Our Own version

“Hey, Iris.” Jax sighed as he plopped down on a seat at the bar. “Man, do I need a drink.”

“I heard you had a rough night last night.” Iris said as she poured him a glass of whiskey.

“Leonard Snart, his sister, and their bastard friends were at it again. They’re rouge citizens. They stole every carriage I was repairing in my garage. My customers are furious.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. But, the important thing is you’re alright.” Iris reminded him.

Jax squinted in concentration. “Yeah, it was strange. The gang ran for it when they heard the Royal Guard coming, but when I went to officially report the robbery this morning, the Guard said they have no record of any guards responding to a break in at my garage. They said no guards were even in the area.”

Iris smiled to herself. “Well, I suppose your guardian angel was looking out for you.”

Jax raised his glass. “Cheers to that.” He took a big swig.

Iris turned away from the bar to clean some dishes. She looked back when Jax said, “Oh no, not this guy again!”

An announcer from the Palace had entered the tavern. He stood proudly in the center of the room and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.

Jax covered his ears. Iris however, leaned over the bar, wondering what he’d come to announce.

“Ladies and gentleman of the South side of Central Kingdom,”

Heads turned as the announcer’s voice bellowed.

“I come bearing good news. His Majesty, King Henry, has declared that the royal Palace will host a ball at the Palace next Friday. During the night’s festivities, His Majesty will make an announcement.”

Whispers filled the air as people speculated about what the King’s announcement could be.

Jax scoffed. “An announcement that there will be an announcement, how ridiculous!” He looked back to Iris.

She was looking down at the wooden bar, eyes shifting out of focus as they glided across the grain. She thought for a moment that she was dreaming, or hallucinating from exhaustion after another long shift. It sounded like there was going to be another ball. But, it would be held on…..

“What date did he say?” Iris asked Jax.

“Next Friday.”

Iris’ heart sank. That was the same day Wally would be borrowing Cecile’s carriage and going to Lady McGee laboratory. She couldn’t ask Wally not to go, this was his dream. But, without Cecile’s carriage, getting to the Palace would be impossible. There was no way Iris would be able to travel such a distance on foot and she couldn’t afford to rent a carriage. She’d barely scraped up enough for a low end dress.

What pained Iris the most, was thinking how Prince Barry probably asked his father to throw this ball so she would come and they could reunite. In her frustration, Iris slammed a tray of dirty glasses down on the counter so forcefully, one fell and broke on the floor.

“Damn.” Iris cursed under her breath. She went to get the broom, but the owner of Drunkards, Mason Bridge, blocked the entryway to the kitchen. Arms folded and teeth grinding, Iris knew the look meant she was in trouble.

“West,” He angrily wheezed. “What the hell was that?”

“I dropped a glass.” Iris explained. “I’m sorry. I’ll clean it up right now.” She tried to maneuver around Mason, but he held out his arm, halting her.

“That’s not what I saw from the kitchen window. I saw you carelessly dump a tray of glasses on the counter instead of setting them down gently in the sink, like you’re supposed to.”

“I’m sorry.” Iris apologized again. “I was just-”

Mason cut her off. “You were just FIRED. Get out of here.”

Iris flinched. “What?”

“You’re fired.” Mason repeated.

“Wha- But, but,” Iris stuttered. “I- I’ve worked here for years. I’m a reliable employee. The customer’s like me.”

“The customer’s don’t give a damn who’s behind the bar so long as they pour the drinks. If you were under the impression that you’re irreplaceable, you were sadly mistaken. Now, go.”

“You can’t fire me!” Iris protested. “I need this job. Please, give me a second chance.”

“Second chances are important people. You, West, are not important.”

Iris began to cry. Normally, she’d feel embarrassed, but her pride had already been obliterated. “Please, I don’t have any money. I need to work.”

“Fine, work, just not here.” Mason said. He waved his hand, shooing Iris off like a fly.

“Mr. Bridge, please!”

“Would you go already. People come here and drink to forget their desperation. They don’t need the stink of yours.”

Iris yanked off her apron, shoved it at Mason, and stormed out of Drunkards.

Her tears kept falling, but she done being sad. She was angry. All that time she’d spent working for Drunkards, never calling out ill, always punctual, and Mason has the audacity to fire her. It was salt in her wound. The tiny sliver of hope there was that she’d be able to go to the Palace for the ball was if, by some miracle, a customer left her a hefty tip. But now, even that one in a million chance was taken from her.

“AAAHHHHHHH!!!!!” Iris screamed into the night. She stamped her feet in frustration before collapsing in the cloud of dirt she’d kicked up. Her chest heaved as she cried quietly into the fabric of her skirt. She was pathetic and she knew it.

Iris threw her hands up. “HELLO, I DON’T KNOW IF YOU’RE STILL OUT THERE, WEIRD PEOPLE WHO JUST APPEAR, BUT I NEED YOU TERRIBLY RIGHT NOW!” She called to no one.

Iris laughed at herself. She was a fool for thinking she could pull herself out of her miserable little world, a fool for her romanticism. A poor girl from the South side like her had nothing to offer. She’d die a poor spinster slaving away at some other dead end job. Iris sobbed. Facing that reality tonight was scarier than hiding feet away from Leonard Snart the night before.

Then, Iris got an idea. She paused her self-pity to think. Leonard and Lisa Snart, Mick Rory, and Rosa Dillon were all wanted criminals. She caught them stealing carriages last night. If she told her dad or one of the Royal Guards about what she saw, it would lead to their arrest.

It was a bad idea. Desperate times call for desperate measures, Iris told herself. Snart had carriages to spare and a good motivation to get on Iris’ good side.

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Prince Barry walked down the stairs to the Palace kitchen two at a time. He smiled with relief when he saw Linda.

“There you are, Linda. I’ve been looking everywhere for you. I would like to ask you something.”

Linda barely acknowledged Barry. She kept her focus on her cooking. She was stewing a pot of vegetables and mixing a delicious smelling sauce in a pan. Barry glanced around and realized the kitchen was filled with freshly prepared food, enough to feed the Royal army.

“Are you having a dinner party?” Barry joked.

Linda didn’t look up at him, but said, “Cooking helps me to relax.”

The Prince was at first confused, but then realized the tension in Linda’s body as she stood over the stove.

“Why do you need to relax?”

Linda turned off the boiler, put a lid on the pot of vegetables, and finally looked at Barry, exasperated. “Because finding out the man I believed to be my suitor is arranging another ball in the hopes of his long lost love returning makes me feel on edge.” She brushed by the Prince swiftly, moving to the island to chop garlic.

Barry deflated. If he were being truthful, yes, a part of him was hanging onto the fantasy that the mystery girl would return to the Palace for this ball. It was only a small fraction of him though. His rational mind knew it would not happen and that was the main reason for the ball. Barry was genuinely interested in moving forward in his relationship with Linda.

It was after a solid minute of silence that Barry registered how is lack of denial made the situation worse. He quickly spoke up.

“Linda, that’s not why I asked my father to hold the ball. I wouldn’t do that to you. I’m not that kind of guy.”

Linda chopped the last bit of garlic. She folded her arms and stared down Barry. “Well, let me tell you what kind of girl I am. I was born into a position that mean I am forced to spend a great deal of time associating with narrow, stuffy people I would have been perfectly happy to have never endured a conversation with. Therefore, I’m picky about whom I chose to spend my free time with.”

The lady’s plight was all too relatable for Barry.

“I chose to spend some of it with you.” Linda sighed. “So, tell me, Your Highness, did I make the right choice?”

“Yes, you did! ” Barry exhorted. “I understand, probably more than anyone, what it’s like to have to spend your time trying to make small talk with people who don’t interest you, and who you know would never be caught dead talking to you if it weren’t for your title. I understand what it’s like to be desperate to find someone who isn’t draining to spend time with. That’s one of the many reasons I enjoy spending time with you!”

Linda softened. She took a step towards Barry, who still felt uneasy. The way Linda was looking at him was almost pitying.

“I’m not angry, Barry, I swear.” Linda said in a honeyed voice. “But, I do think that we should call it.”

“W-Wh- Wait, can we talk about this? What do you mean?”

“Look, I know how difficult and awkward it is to pursue someone new when you’re still not over someone.”

Barry held Linda’s hands. “I am over the girl from the ball.” He said it with such conviction it was believable. Barry may have even believed it himself. “I proposed Friday’s ball because I wanted to announce our relationship to the Kingdom.”

Linda was stunned.

“I- I was looking for you all over the Palace grounds because I wanted to ask you if umm- If you would like to ummm- Take our relationship to that uh- Next stage.”

Linda’s eyes darted back and forth. She looked conflicted. “Barry, I gave you an out.”

“I don’t want an out.” He said firmly.

“I don’t want to court someone who’s pining for someone else.”

“I’m not pining for anyone else. Linda, you are the only one I want to pursue.” The Prince insisted. “I will prove it to you.”

Barry dropped Linda’s hands abruptly and went to the pantry. He knocked over things as he carelessly searched the shelves for a specific food. Linda had complied that the Palace lacked the wide array of spices and seasonings she was accustomed to back home. To surprise her, Barry had the chef order a peppers. When he found the container of peppers, he grabbed one and showed it to Linda.

“This is the Bhut jolokia, or the ‘ghost pepper’. It is the world’s hottest pepper, measuring 401.5 times hotter than tabasco sauce.” Barry explained. “If you do not agree to attend the ball as my guest of honor, I will eat it. Right here, right now.”

The concern on Linda’s face morphed into humor. “You’re bluffing.” She accused.

“I never bluff.”

Barry bit off half the pepper. At first, it wasn’t unbearable. But, the pepper soon scorched his tongue. It took all of Barry’s resilience to maintain his dignified, determined stare at Linda.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

“I’m fine, yes.” lied Barry.

“Are you sure?”

“Mmm hmm.” He hummed. But, it was no use. Barry couldn’t handle to pepper’s sting any longer. He spat it up on the floor.

Linda lurched back to avoid having the partially chewed pepper hit her shoes.

“Yes, yes.” She shrieked. “I’ll go the ball with you.” She ran to the refrigerator and grabbed a carton of milk for Barry. “That pepper could have killed you, you nerd.”

Barry guzzled down the entire carton. “Mmm, thank you.” He grunted.

Linda giggled. “My Prince and spice champion.”

The pleasant burn of her kiss helped Barry forget about the painful burn of the pepper.

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Iris found Leonard Snart at a bar much sleazier looking than Dunkards. It was empty except for Snart and the barmaid, who’s cigarette smoke floated through the room, giving the impression it was filled ghosts.

Iris took a deep breath for confidence, but grew to regret it when the smoke choked her.

Hearing her cough, Snart turned to from the bar to look at Iris.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the daughter of old man West. I think you’re in the wrong bar. Come to check out the competition?”

Iris stood tall, not allowing herself to get intimidated. “I have business proposal for you.”

“Really?” Snart drawled. His sneer was identical to his sister’s. “I don’t think a girl the poorest family in the Kingdom has a good grasp on business. I’ll pass.”

“I have a problem you can help me with.” Iris told him.

“You must be pretty desperate to come asking for my assistance, but I’ll bite. What do you need?”

“A carriage.”

Snart laughed. “A carriage?”

“Yes.” Iris took a seat next to him and whispered, “I happened to know you came into possession of quite a few very recently.”

Snart’s eyes narrowed. He looked Iris up and down. “What are you implying?”

“I saw you and your gang in Jax’s garage the other night. You rode off with every carriage he had.”

“Careful, West.” Snart warned. “If you say you see crazy things like that, well, you might end up unable to see at all.”

Iris was expecting a threat and came prepared. Without breaking eye contact with Snart, she pulled a few sheets of parchment out of her pocket and slapped them down on the bar.

“You won’t be able to blind everyone who sees this.”

It was an article Iris wrote up, detailing the crime. Snart looked over the paper. He had a commendable poker face, but Iris caught a flicker of worry in his eyes.

“Once there’s a witness confirming Jax’s story of the robbery and everyone’s read about it, there won’t be a bar in the Kingdom you can hide in.”

“Cold.” Snart said. “Not bad, for your first time blackmailing someone, but you really shouldn’t have given me this sneak preview. There’s nothing stopping me from icing you and having my friend burn this to ash.”

“I have a journalist friend who would just love to publish this story in South Side Print News.” Iris informed Snart. “I already sent him a copy, as well a few other journalists I know, just in case this one mysterious catches fire.”

It was a bluff. Iris had more copies of the article, but they were all in her bedroom. She couldn’t send this to Scott or any journalist and expect them not to publish it right away.

“You’ve already been taken in by the Royal Guards several times, haven’t you? I’m sure they’re losing patients with you, Leonard, and you know what happens when they lose patients.” Iris said menacingly.

To her shock, Snart’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “Alright West, you got me.” He conceded. “So, why the need for a carriage?”

“I need to go to the ball at the Palace on Friday.”

“You’re blackmailing me so you can go a ball?” Snart questioned.

“I love a good party.”

“If I’m your coachman you’ll hand over every copy of this article?”

“Simple as that.” Iris confirmed.

Snart huffed. “You sure you don’t want to throw in a pretty dress too?”

“As a matter of fact,”

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CinderIris: chapter 3

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Archive of Our Own version

Barry rubbed his neck to ease his tension as he tried to reconcile the conflicting advice he'd received. He stood waiting behind the doors to the ballroom. On the other side, he heard the muffled voice of his father introducing him.

“Little known fact about His Royal Highness, Prince Barry, he is a skilled fencer. He’s able to hit the heart of his opponent just as he’s able to capture the heart of everyone he meets. Oh, and what a strong connection the Prince has to his own heart, one filled with generosity and thoughtfulness.”

Barry facepalmed, mortified. Being the King did not exclude Henry Allen from inflicting the usual amount of paternal embarrassment on Barry. Hearing his father attempt to be his wingman gave Barry the urge to hide in the Palace’s tallest tower and never make eye contact with a woman again.

To think, his future wife was out there, hearing this! What Barry wouldn’t give to meet an eligible maiden in the Kingdom who hadn’t.

The doors flew open. Trumpets played the Kingdom’s Anthem. Barry descended the marble steps, hoping nobody could tell how nervous he was.

The men bowed and the women curtseyed to their Prince. Many, sneaking glances up at him, as this was the first time they were seeing him in person.

The Anthem concluded before Barry made it down the stairs, causing his last few steps to echo throughout the ballroom. Waiting at the bottom of the stairs was an announcer with a feathered hat and a smiling young lady in a purple gown. The Prince would be formally introduced to nobles and the gentry, to ensure he meet all of those ladies tonight.

“His Royal Highness, Prince Barry is introduced to Lady Lucinda of Starling Kingdom.” The announcer’s voice boomed.

Barry was still getting a hold of himself, and awkwardly stood there, looking at the crowd of guests rather than at Lady Lucinda.

She cleared her throat to get his attention.

“Right, my apologies.” He said quickly, turning to her and racking his brain for a coherent sentence. Barry had never been more nervous.

Thankfully, Lady Lucinda made it easy for him when she held out her hand expectantly. Barry bent down to kiss it. He was well aware that every eye in the ballroom was focused on him. That was not helping the bubbling of stomach to settle.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Said Barry.

“Please, your grace,” Lady Lucinda said coyly. “The pleasure is all mine.”

The orchestra broke the intimidating silence of the couple’s introduction with a song. Guests’ interest in staring at the Prince wavered in favor of dancing.

Barry felt more comfortable now. He looked at the woman standing before him. She was very beautiful, with dark hair and delicate features.

“Tell me, Your Highness, are a man of action rather than words?” Lady Lucinda asked.

“Huh? Pardon me?” Barry asked.

“You don’t have much to say.” Lady Lucinda clarified.

“Oh,” Barry laughed nervously. He decided honesty was best. “I’m afraid my family and friends know me to be a man of far too many words at times. Tonight, I am, admittedly, anxious.”

“Anxious to find yourself a bride?”

Barry ducked his head. “Yes, that would be ideal.”

“Well, you don’t have to be nervous with me.” Lady Lucinda said. Her voice was soft, like Summer rain. “As of right now we are just two people who want to get to know each other, befriend one another. Whatever may happen in the future is irrelevant at the present time.”

Barry took a deep breath. Lady Lucinda had said exactly what Barry didn’t know needed to hear to calm his nerves.

“Are you comfortable proceeding like that?” Lady Lucinda asked.

“Yes, I am. As a matter of fact, I have long believed that an established friendship should precede any romantic relationship.”

Lady Lucinda tilted her head. “Is that why you have yet to court? Trouble making friends?”

“Not everyone is as personable as you, my lady.”

Barry mentally patted himself on the back. That line was smooth.

Lady Lucinda bit her lip. It made Barry’s jaw go slack.

But, not wanting to stare dumbly at her for too long, Barry offered, “Would you like to dance?”

“Why, thank you, I would.”

For the first time ever, Barry was glad his mother had forced him to take dance lessons. He replayed the instructor's voice telling him which step to take next that was drilled into him from the hours of torment spent with her.

"You're grip is very strong, Your Highness." Lady Lucinda noted.

Barry became aware of how tightly he was holding Lucinda's hand and how stiff his entire body was. "Sorry, the nerves again."

When the song ended, Barry was relived.

Lady Lucinda sighed. "I know I must leave you, so you may be introduced to more ladies." She patted Barry's arm and whispered to him, "I'll be here dancing all night. Whatever you do with that information is up to you."

Like smoke, she disappeared into the sea of people surrounding Barry. Obviously, she was hoping he'd seek her out after he'd been introduced to all the ladies he was obligated to meet. Barry liked Lady Lucinda. A lot, actually. She was very attractive, witty, playful, and didn't seem put off by Barry's gracelessness. He could see himself being content with her.

Barry went on with his night, now able to relax, as meeting Lady Lucinda made him confident that he would be able to tell his father he was interested in a woman.

For the next hour or so, the Prince was introduced to a dozen more eligible maidens. Barry felt as though he were giving them a job interview, and in a way, he was. Though this particular interview was more personal than most. Barry could tell he was a disappointment to some, but that was fine with him. A few judgemental girls repelled was only going to help him.

After Barry drudged his feet through a dance with a snobby Duchess from the north, his father, Grand Duke Wells, and Earl H.R. of the 19th district, approached him.  

"You look like you're fairing well, ladies man." The King joked.

"Very funny." Barry smirked but he didn't laugh.

"Is meeting these ladies really as dreadful as you thought it would be?"

"Only a few of them."

The King clapped his son on the shoulder and chuckled.

"Good humored," H.R. noted. "Yet another important quality in a husband." He said a little louder so that those standing close could hear.

"Oh, would you both please stop?" Barry begged.

"Alright, alright." The King complied. "We are just excited for you, that's all."

Grand Duke Wells, never one for chit chat, got straight to the point. "Are there any ladies you are particularly found of, Your Highness?"

He made sharp eye contact with Barry as a silent reminder of their prior conversation.

"As a matter of fact, I have." Barry informed him.

The King smiled from ear to ear. He looked like a man resisting the urge to jump for joy and shout to the heavens.

"Excellent!" He proclaimed. "Who is the lucky young woman who's caught your eye?"

"Lady Lucinda."

"Ahh! Meeting her first must've set a high standard for the evening, I see."

Barry nodded. "She's a lovely girl."

"A lovely girl, or a girl you love?" H.R. asked for clarification.

Barry noticed his father's smile falter. He looked down at the floor, trying to find a way to explain. "She's a lovely girl who I think I could love one day."

At once, the Grand Duke changed the subject so as not to let the King say anything to his son that might complicate the Prince's decision to propose a courtship to Lady Lucinda. "Your Highness, I believe there is another maiden patiently waiting to make your acquaintance at the bottom of the staircase."

"Excuse me." Barry nodded curtly to the gentlemen and left.

The King sighed.

"What's troubling you, Your Majesty?" H.R. asked.

"This Lady Lucinda is quite the respectable maiden. I think her and Barry are a good match."

"They are." Wells agreed. "I've heard of this girl. All who speak of her say she is charming, smart, and she enjoys sporting activities."

"Yes, they are a good match." The King repeated, more to himself than anyone.

H.R. was still concerned. "Then, why do you look dejected?"

"There is a great difference between a good match and love."

Wells rolled his eyes. "Correct me if I'm wrong, Your Majesty, but wasn't the purpose of this ball for the Prince to find a good match? A suitable future Queen?"

"Yes, yes." The King waved his hand in a motion like shooing away a fly. "But, I was praying for more than that. I want Barry to have the love I know he's been longing for."

"If I may say so, Your Majesty, I did try to warn you. But, you sire, like the Prince, are incurably romantic. We can see where the boy gets it from." Wells said.

H.R. laughed. "No doubt you saw the whole pretty picture in detail." He held up his hands like he was directing a film scene as he spoke. "The young Prince, bowing conceivably. Suddenly, he stops. He looks up. Behold, there she stands! The girl of his dreams!"

Wells looked annoyed but the King was listening intently to H.R.

"Who she is or where she came, he knows not, nor does he care. For his heart tell him that here, here is the maid destined to be his bride.

Wells scoffed. "A pretty plot for a fairy tale. But, in real life, it was all doomed to failure."

Barry had finished going through the motions of dancing with another girl. He returned to the staircase and was thankful to see two ladies there. This meant he could cross off two forced introductions with one princely smile. The ladies were Anastasia and Drizella, daughters of Lady Tremaine.

But, he didn't bother saying a single word to either of them, for the moment he bowed his head, he saw her enter.

There she is! The girl! Beautiful, stunning, a vision in blue. Barry could see the sparkle of her eyes from all the way across the ballroom. Her every move hypnotizing him into a love drunk stupor. The girl had an aura of soft light, like the sunshine. Just being in the same room as her flooded Barry with warmth. She seemed to glide across the floor like an elegant skater on the ice, or a cloud in the sky.

Barry felt as if the room's ceiling and floor vanished. It was just him and her, caught up in an enchanted daydream. If he were able to retch his eyes away from the girl, Barry would've seen that everyone was looking at her.

Barry walked past the girls in front of him, never giving them a thought again. He needed to get closer to the girl, just as much as he needed to breath. Barry murmured a practice of his 'how do you do?' before he got to her. His legs wobbled. If he were more boisterous, Barry would have flung out his arms and sung out the news, 'I HAVE FOUND HER!'

"I beg your pardon, Miss." Barry said breathlessly.

The girl glanced back at him. She was even more beautiful up close. Like an angel, with the dust of the stars in her eyes. When she faced him, Barry had to make conscious effort not to faint.

Oxygen escaped him, but as if on instinct, he said, "It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

She curtseyed. Her movements were like that a swan.

Barry's eyes fall on her hands. A proper introduction included the gentleman kissing the lady's hand. But, this felt more momentous than any other introduction. Touching her, a creature so pure, angelic, almost not of this world, was daunting. Barry didn't feel worthy. You don't touch a priceless sculpture. Although, Barry really wanted to.

The girl nodded slightly, looking up at Barry from under her lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings.

Barry took one of her hands in both of his. The moment he made contact with her, his body surged with electricity. It was like being struck by lightning. If he thought that feeling was amazing, it was nothing compared to the thrill of kissing her hand.

This was it. At long last, Barry found her. The one he'd been dreaming of for longer than he could remember. He was more certain of it than his own name.

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Iris arrived at the Palace. It looked even more magnificent at its entrance than it had all the years she’d admired it from afar. Iris stepped out of the carriage with the help of an attendant. She smiled up at the Palace in awe, like a child, as she entered.

The foyer made a clean path to the ballroom. It was lined with statues of knights in shining armor, each with a real live knights standing beside them. They looked determinedly across the room, making no visible notice of Iris’ late arrival. It was a little unnerving.

Iris stood for a moment in the doorway, taking in the picturesque site.

The ballroom was enormous. Ornate candelabras drenched it in light. A half dozen crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling. The Royal Philharmonic played a symphony. More flowers than Iris had ever seen in any garden decorated the space. Marble columns with gold molding outlined the walls. It was impossible to look in any direction without seeing something made of gold.

Iris craned her head to peek through the crowd, most of whom were paying attention to a scene at the bottom of the grand staircase. She could make out the silhouette of a tall man. Two young ladies curtseyed before him.

The attendees seemed distracted, leading Iris to believe this was the best time to subtly join their midst. With trepidation, she crossed the threshold of the ballroom.

A group of giggly young ladies did a double take upon seeing Iris. Then, a man padded his comrade on the shoulder and pointed at Iris. She kept walking with her head down.

One by one, people turned to stare at Iris. She felt self-conscious. Where they staring because it was so obvious she didn’t belong among them? Unintelligible whispers of the gawkers plagued her ears. Iris felt horribly out of place. She Counted the tiles on the floor as she hustled towards a lonely corner.

Just before Iris made it to the sanctuary, a voice from behind halted her.

“I beg your pardon, Miss.”

Iris glanced over her shoulder to see a tall, handsome man with dark hair and bright eyes. He was looking at her in shock and awe. For some reason, his gaze was the only one that didn’t make Iris feel self-conscious. She turned to face him, the tulle of her gown dancing around her as she did.

“It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” The man said, rather breathlessly.

Iris curtseyed. She never truly mastered etiquette, but she assumed that curtseying was what was expected of her.

As she rose to her full height once again, Iris noticed the man’s attire. He was dressed in a red uniform, with military badges and the royal crest of the House of Allen. It was clear he was a high ranking member of society.

The man’s eyes went to her hand, than met hers, silently asking for permission. Iris nodded ever so slightly. The man smiled as he took her hand, cradling it like a precious jewel, and gently pressed his lips to it. Iris felt her heart flutter.

“I’m Barry.” The man introduced himself.

Before Iris could introduce herself to him, horns trumpeted. They startled Iris, but Barry was unfazed, still captivated by Iris.

An announcer spoke. “His Royal Highness, Prince Barry, is introduced to…………. a maiden of Central Kingdom.”

There were whispers among guests and Palace staff. Nobody knew who this girl was.

It took Iris a moment to realize the announcer was talking about her. Her jaw dropped when it occurred to her that it meant this man was the Prince.

“You’re the Prince?” She gasped.

“I am.” He said nonchalantly.

Iris became nervous again. She’d never interacted with anyone even close to such status. Unsure of what to say, she sank down in another curtsey.

Barry looked amused.

“I’m sorry, Your Highness. I’ve never met royalty before. Please forgive me.”

“I should be thanking you.” He said. “As I think a second curtsey warrants a second kiss of your hand?”

Iris held back a school girl giggle.

Barry kissed her hand again. The feel of his lips on her flesh lingered, burned.

“Would you do me the honor of sharing a dance with me?” asked Barry.

Iris didn’t know how to dance properly. Her father taught her only a few steps, but she lacked his coordination. The rational side of her brain told her to decline, run away, and save herself the embarrassment of falling over her feet in front of so many people. But, something about being with Barry made Iris feel brave.

“Yes.”

Barry beamed.

Iris’ breath hitched when his hand held her waist.

The violins played a harmonious tune. Barry lead the dance and Iris tried to keep up with him. He twirled her around, and Iris felt her knees buckle when she saw all the other guests staring.

“They’re all looking at you.”

Barry chuckled. “Believe me, they’re all looking at you.”

The couple stepped and swayed. Iris got lost in the dance with him. The way Barry guided her across the floor made her feel as if she were gliding on a cloud. So steadfast in his movements and adoring in his gaze. The other guests disappeared. It was just her, Barry, and the pounding of her heart. Barry lifted Iris off her feet and twirled her around. She felt like an angel ascending into heaven.

When the music stopped, Iris was breathless. Barry’s hand remained on her waist, which she didn’t mind at all.

The outburst of applause jolted Iris back to reality and she remembered the spectators. Barry, who’d also been in a daze, became flustered upon hearing them clap.

The orchestra spared them from figuring out what to say when they began playing another piece. Like on instinct, Barry tightened his grip on Iris’ waist and danced with her a second time. Iris had never before felt the kind of intimacy she did dancing with Barry. She was in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by strangers, doing an activity she had little practice in, but for some reason, being with Barry felt natural.

As the second song ended, Barry dipped Iris. She looked up at him and couldn’t tell what was shining more brightly, the crystal chandeliers or his smile. The giggle she’d so far been successful in repressing escaped her lips as Barry raised her back up.

The other guests applauded, but less enthusiastically this time. They muttered about who this girl could be, why on Earth the Prince was so smitten with her, and when they would get a chance to dance with him.

Barry and Iris were deaf to it. Slowly, Barry took his hand off her waist. Iris wanted to say something, thank him for the dance, make him laugh, or impress him as a conversationalist, but every word in the English language was lost on her. She feared her heartbeat was so loud, Barry would hear it.

Barry was studying her. Iris felt like he was x-raying her soul. She stood proud before him, not as a poor commoner, not as Joe West’s daughter, not as a bar maiden, but just as herself. The purest form of herself, the person she kept hidden from the rest of the world. Tonight, she was herself, totally vulnerable to him, yet feeling so empowered.

Barry licked his lips. His pink, pretty lips that looked sweeter than honey. He leaned his head down towards Iris’ face. She closed her eyes and held her breath, anticipating a kiss.

Instead, Barry whispered into her ear, “May we take a stroll through the garden? It’s quiet and private there.”

Iris recovered quickly from her disappointment. It was probably wise to not be seen kissing a man she’d just met in front of so many people.

“I would like that.” Iris said.

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CinderIris: chapter 4

WestAllen Cinderella AU

Summary: With his mother death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can’t afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Archive of Our Own version

Barry took Iris by the hand and lead her out of the ballroom. The sweet smell of roses mixed with night air and the delicate breeze greeted the couple as they walked into the garden. Prying eyes follow them. The women wished they were this mystery girl and the men wished they could be walking alongside her.

When they'd put a several meters between themselves and the doors to the ballroom, Barry was sure they'd be mere silhouettes to onlookers, so he wrapped his arm around Iris' waist, pulling her closer to him. "It's a beautiful night." Iris remarked. "It is." Barry agreed. "Though, not half as beautiful as you." They rounded a corner and Barry was confident of their privacy now. The hedges in the Palace gardens were so tall and plentiful. A stranger would feel lost in a maze if they tried to follow Barry and Iris. Barry sighed in relief. "It's much nicer out here than in there. I'm not an extrovert and I do not do so well with faking it." "I used to think I was a one for the spotlight." Iris laughed. "Though now, I'm realizing that what I once believed to be a spotlight was more of a flicker of candlelight compared to  the spotlight of a good fraction of the Kingdom watching me dance." "Were you uncomfortable?" Barry asked, concerned. It was never his intention to make her feel compelled to dance if she did not want to. Iris looked up at the tall Prince. "That's the most peculiar thing." "What is? I happen to have a fondness for the peculiar." "I felt more comfortable than I can ever remember feeling." Confessed Iris. "It was like being-" "Home?" Barry interjected. "I felt it too." He realized how personal the words were after they were said. "Forgive me, I forget myself. That was a weird thing to say." "No." Iris assured him. "I mean, strangely, I know what you mean." The two gazed at one another in wonderment. "It's like finally coming home after a long journey you hadn't realized you were taking." Barry said. "But," Iris giggled as she looked up at the enormous Place that towered over the garden's path. "You are home." Barry's demeanor turned somber. "I've lived here my entire life, but I've never felt more at home than I do right now, with you. Forgive me if I am too forward, but you must know, from the moment I laid eyes on you, I have felt a serenity only possible when in one's home. My mother always likes to say that it's not where you are, but whom you are with that makes a place home. I didn't understand that before, but I do now. I am meant to be wherever you are next to me." Iris didn't know what to say. She felt the same way about Barry, but couldn't tell him. The moment he found out that she was a poor bar maiden on the South side, this spell of affection would surely be broken. "Was that too forward?" Barry asked, concerned. "No." Iris answered. "I am just taking it all in. Your words are too kind. I'm undeserving of them. If they were uttered by another I would be sure this was a joke. But, I sense that you are as sincere as you are charming." "I come off charming? Good! I was afraid I came desperate as a lovesick puppy." Iris laughed. They continued their stroll through the vast garden. "Astonishing how I can know my home is by your side, yet I don't even know your name." Barry said. "Maybe, it's because what we are sharing in this moment is much greater than words. There is no one name to call the missing piece of your soul." "Perhaps, a connection that's escaped definition." Barry humored her. "You are just as poetic as you are beautiful. But, what is your name?" Iris smirked. "Now, if I told you that, you'd have no excuse to call me beautiful." "Trust me, I don't need an excuse for that." Iris squeezed his hand in appreciation for his flattery. Out of the corner of her eye, Iris spotted a bunny rabbit. "Aw, look!" Iris pointed to the creature. "What an adorable little fellow." "You like bunnies? We have so many here in the garden." "I love all animals." Iris said. "I have a pet turtle. He's my closest confidant." Barry raised an eyebrow. "A turtle?" "He's a very good listener." Iris said in defense. "What's his name?" "McSnurtle." Barry snorted with laughter. "It suits him!" "Oh, I'm sure it does." Barry said, catching his breath. "The rhyme is amusing to me because I had a pet hamster as a child who I called Alexander Ham Bell." Iris put her hands over her mouth to hide her dopey smile as she giggled. "As in the inventor, Alexander Graham Bell?" "Yes. I thought it was heartfelt tribute to the man." They laughed in unison, both taking the time to admire the other. Iris fell in love with the way the corners of his eyes crinkled. Barry fell in love with the melody of her laugh. "My brother is quite the fan of Mr. Graham Bell. He's an inventor too, a brilliant one." Iris bragged. She remembered Wally and hoped his meeting with Lady McGee was going well. "And what about you?" Barry inquired. "I would like to be a writer." Iris answered. "That takes quite the imagination." "For fiction, yes. But, I would like to write about real life occurrences, truth." Iris elaborated. "The world is just so fascinated. It's already teeming with stories that one might think impossible until they see it for themselves. I don't think anyone's imagination can compete with the novelty of real life." Barry stared at her, more enthralled by the second. They happened upon a gorgeous fountain with a sculpture of beautiful and powerful looking woman holding a scepter. It's gentle trickle of water was serene. The stars in the clear night sky reflected in the small pool. Barry saw Iris' eyes light up. "Do you like it?" "It's beautiful." "My grandmother sculpted it." Iris gaped. "Really?" "Mmm hmm." Barry nodded. "It took her the better part of two decades, but she finished it just before I was born. She chose to sculpt the Hera, goddess of women, marriage, family, and childbirth, said it would bring our family good luck." Iris stepped closer to get a better look at the statue. It glowed in the moonlight. "Your grandmother was very talented." "Thank you. She said what ultimately drove her to finish the piece was my mother, who was very anxious about her impending childbirth." "Well, your mother brought you into the world. So, I would say that your grandmother succeeded in bringing your family good luck." Blushing, Barry looked down at his feet. In the pool of the fountain, he was the smiling reflections of himself and the girl. The ripples in the water gave her an even more ethereal, dream-like appearance. "Where did you come from, mystery girl?" Barry asked, knowing the true answer was his dreams. Iris shrugged. "I've always been here, Barry." Neither Barry nor Iris took notice of it, but also reflected in the water, was the Palace's clock tower. Iris sat down on the fountain's edge and Barry followed suit. Across the garden, he recognized a glow of candlelight coming from the window to his mother's bedchamber. He knew she was too weak to be out of bed but was probably lying awake thinking about what was happening at the ball at this moment. Barry smiled, for if his mother could see this girl, her worries that Barry would not find true love were be put to rest. "You look deep in thought." Iris said. She just met him, yet she could already read him like her favorite book. "I'm thinking about my mother." Barry sighed. "She loves it here, in the garden. Though, she's quite ill and hasn't been able to smell the flowers in ages." "I'm so sorry." Iris put her hand on Barry's shoulder. "Fret over Her Majesty's sickness has spread throughout the Kingdom. If it's any comfort, know that all of her people are praying for her recovery." "It is a comfort. But, at this point, I'm afraid we have to accept that there will not be recovery. She's been sick since I was a child. After all these years of fighting, it looks like her battle will be coming to end shortly." "I'm sorry." Iris said again. "She is an extraordinary woman and Queen." Barry smiled. "She is! Did you know, she traveled the world twice?" "I did not." Iris admitted, happy to see Barry's enthusiasm. "She also singlehandedly negotiated the Kingdom's acquisition of our new territory in the North. While sick, mind you." Iris was impressed. "Quite the achievement when well." "My mother has never been one to wither away with her illness. She wants to make the most of the time she has." Barry fondly recalled one of his mother's favorite sayings, "She always tells me, Heaven is the most wonderful place imaginable. But, it's where we'll spend eternity, so take your time getting there." Iris did a little skip of joy and giggle. The truth in the Queen's words rung true in her ears. "Your mother sounds very wise." "She is." Barry said. "I hope she'd able to take a little more time before going." The crack in his voice opened a locked door in Iris' heart. One that she never thought she would open again. "My mother is in Heaven." Iris told him. Francine West died when Iris was very young. Too young to really remember much about her mother before she got sick. Wally only knew of Francine in her sickest of days. But, their father would tell them stories about how their mother was the most kind person in the world. Iris wanted to be just like her. She never talked about her mother with anyone outside of her family. It was too painful. "Do you suppose one day, our mothers will get to know each other?" Iris offered. Barry chuckled. "I don't see why not." "My poor father," Iris sighed. "He hides his heartache the best he can, but I know he's still grief-stricken." "I'm sure my father will be no different. Perhaps, that's the only downside to such a great love." "When death does you part?" "Yes." Barry breathed. "But maybe, somehow, a love like that can transcend all thing, even death. A love so powerful that no master what universe the souls are in, they are meant to be together." "I like that idea." Barry's lips curled into a smile. It's shine made the stars dim in comparison. "You have the most beautiful smile." Iris said. She caressed Barry's cheek. "There's turmoil in your life, but you maintain such a sweet spirit. You are the happiest boy I've ever met." "I have a feeling that's because you entered my life." Iris was glad she was sitting down, for her knees had gone weak. Barry leaned in slightly. Iris kicked her legs out, trying to return sensation to the body his words had melted. When she did, one of her glass slippers fell off. "Oh!" Iris started to stand up, but Barry took her hand. "Let me." He insisted. Barry picked up the fallen slipper and knelt down in front of Iris. He looked up into Iris' eyes. She would have liked to stay like that for a while, free to get lost looking into the green and blue orbs, forgetting about her shoe. "May I?" Barry asked. "Oh, yes." Iris held her up a few centimeters. Barry slipped the glass footwear on Iris with delicate precision. It fit perfectly. Iris' breath hitched. When he was done, Barry looked back into her eyes. "Please tell me who you are." He begged. Iris hung her head. She whispered, "You wouldn't ever look at me like that again if you knew." "I would." Barry promised. "Please!" Iris didn't speak. "I love you." Barry confessed. "That will never change." Iris was still silent. All her thoughts of a reply were drowned out by the pounding of her heart. "I want to tell you everything about me. How I feel, how you make me feel!" Barry cried. He stood up. "I want to know everything about you!" Iris was frozen. Barry felt like he'd been stabbed through the heart. "Do you not feel the same way?" Iris shook her head instinctively. Barry sat back down at her side. She looked back into his eyes. "I love you, Barry." She confessed. Barry's whole face lit up. His heart soared. That was all he'd ever wanted to hear this girl, the girl of his dreams, the love of his life, say. He cupped her face and brought his lips to hers. The world around them was forgotten. Not even the Royal Philharmonic could master the harmony of violins and harps playing in their heads, accompanied by the voices of angels. It was bliss. Their brains ended the kiss, to the dismay of their hearts, by reminding them they still needed air. Iris kept her eyes closed. Barry only moved his his lips an inch from hers. "Please tell me," Barry whispered. "What's your name?" Iris gave in. She wanted to be with Barry more than anything. The chance that he might become disenchanted with her when he learned of her humble background was one Iris had to take. She trusted that Barry would be able to see past it. "I-" Just as she began to utter her name, the gong of the clock tower rung out across the Palace grounds. It made Iris jump. Her head spun in the direction of the news. When she saw that the clock had struck midnight, she panicked. Cisco and Caitlin had warned her to leave before midnight. Wally would be waiting for her on the path. Iris turned back to Barry. She stole one last look into his eyes. "I have to go."

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Is there a reason why you chose to have Linda and prince Barry get serious in your Cinderlla au? Why not Patty

I like to mold AUs in a way that’s literally the characters and dynamics of The Flash just in a different universe. I include canon dialogue and recreate canon scenes in my AU fics.

I want to recreate the actual scenes Barry had with Linda in season one because that’s where the Barry in CinderIris is at. When Barry was with Linda, he’d just confessed his feelings for Iris, he and Iris were both questioning were they would go from there on, Barry was unsure of Iris’ feelings and if there was a chance they’d ever be together or not. That’s where Prince Barry is. He’s in love with Iris but trying to over her because he thinks there is no chance he’ll get to be with her. Just like how canon Barry went out with Linda when he thought he and Iris would never be together on the show. (Linda was introduced in 1x12 seconds after Barry said how he needed to get over Iris because he thinks they’re destined to just be friends).

A big factor on the show in Barry’s relationship with Linda was the fact that he was still in love with Iris. We saw how it made Linda question Barry’s intention with her and how it ultimately broke them up. That’s exactly the kind of conflict I needed in the relationship for CinderIris. Spoiler, but in the next chapter you’ll see another recreation of a scene from the show where Linda doubts that Barry really wants to be with her or Iris.

Patty and Barry’s conflicts had nothing to do with Iris, because Barry and Iris were both at such different places at the time of that relationship than they were when Barry was with Linda. I like Patty, so I had her appear in CinderIris as more of an easter egg.

[lovexthexflash]

CinderIris

by barryandiriswestallen,  Chapters:1/?

Summary:

WestAllen Cinderella AU

With his mother's death looming, King Henry holds a ball and invites all the eligible maidens in the kingdom, hoping his son, Prince Barry, will finally find a bride. Iris West is a bar maiden, who would love to attend, but, she is very poor and can't afford a nice dress or a ride to the castle.

Notes:

In this version of Cinderella, there is no evil stepmom. I just couldn't write a mean Cecile Horton, it felt so wrong! The evil stepsisters in this story are evil neighbors, Lisa Snart and Rosa Dillon.

Characters and their Cinderella counterparts: Iris as Cinderella Barry as Price Charming Cisco Ramon and Caitlin Snow as the Fairy Godmother Lisa Snart and Rosa Dillon as the evil stepsisters Henry Allen as the King Earth-2 Harrison Wells as The Grand Duke McSnurtle the turtle as the mice

Read Chapter 1. 

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Are you going to do more westallen oneshots anytime soon? All of your last fics have been multichap and you've finished none of them.

Yes. I’m sorry that I haven’t been writing as much as I usually do recently. There have been so many multichapter fics and less drabbles because I’ve been getting these big ideas that I feel need more than just one chapter to explore the story’s potential. Plus, people have been telling they enjoy the multichapter fics very much and are looking forward to me posting updates. I intend to finish all three of the multichapter fics I have recently posted: CinderIris, Flashpoint AU, and Meant to be Together.

The reason for the delay in new chapters for those fics or a oneshot in the meantime is because I unexpectdaly found myself needing to have my gallbladder out. I have always had issues with my gallbladder but they became more severe in the past month. My doctor recommended I pull the plug and have the surgery sooner rather than later, so with only 3 days notice, I went in for a cholecystectomy on Monday 8/6. I’ve been recovering since and haven’t had the mental stamina to write a decent chapter yet. I will update soon though.