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[westallenfun]

WestAllen secrets santa 2022

Hi everyone!

The Westallen gift exchange is back!

During this event you get the chance to exchange an online westallen present with someone else. You make something for someone and someone makes something for you. This could be fanfic, gifs, edits, drawings, playlists etc. As long as it’s about WestAllen!

1. You sign up here. You’ll get the chance to indicate what kind of gift you would like to receive (fic, gif etc), and if possible you’ll be matched up with someone that can make that, but sometimes that is not possible.

2. After sign ups close you’ll receive your assignment: who the person is you will be making a present for and what kind of gift they would like. While these are suggestions, make sure to not include anything they have pointed out as something they do not want.

General information, rules and submit info can be read here! The submission process is a little different this year, so be sure to read!

You need to have a Tumblr account to participate

Important dates:

Sign up until:  23 Nov

Assignments given: before or on Nov 25

Assignments due: Dec 12

Event Dec 15!

I hope you sign up and have fun!

[backtothestart02]

It’s coming BACK!

Go follow @westallenfun if you haven’t for updates!!

[backtothestart02bts]

My submission for @westallenfun 's #westallenatthemovies event is here. Chapter 1 of probably just 2 or 3. It's inspired from the movie, The Host, but only has a verrrry loose connection sort of paralleling when Jared and Melanie first met. I don't know when I'll update next, but the whole thing has to be finished in a month, so definitely by then.

Enjoy!

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for her flawless beta'ing job in a time crunch.

Chapter Preview:

He was just about to close the refrigerator door, resigned to his fate, when a voice sounded behind him. And it wasn’t Detective West. It wasn’t even a masculine voice but for some reason, it sounded familiar.

“Don’t. Move.”

Barry froze, then slowly lifted his hands, one still holding the orange and turned to face who was behind him.

His eyes widened when he saw her. Iris West, adorned in a loosely fitting pink silk robe covering up her extra-large navy CCPD t-shirt and knee-length duck pajama bottoms, all of which made him smile, until he saw the very real silver baseball bat she clutched in her hands. Her expression was filled with no-nonsense determination. He tensed, causing some of the juices from the orange to dribble down his arm.

Prepare for a concussion.  

*Also available on FFnet.

[mmtions]

Barry is running late to the CCPD Christmas party. His ugly sweater itches, and he's really not looking forward to the evening, especially when he has an interview with some ridiculous CCPN reporter tomorrow.

But perhaps, upon meeting the mysterious Iris, he can be put in an entirely different mood. Perhaps something wonderful can come of the evening after all.

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my secret santa fic! my one from last year is also up and part of a proper ao3 series, so check that out as well if you like!

[cheryls-blossomed]

Two’s Company (Part 1)

Inspired by Jane Austen’s Emma. On the eve of publication of the most important article of her professional career thus far, Iris West realizes that she is head over heels in love with her best friend, Barry Allen. Trouble is she can't exactly tell him, for fear of ruining their friendship. But a weekend trip to Metropolis sets in motion a series of events which may force Barry and Iris to face some long-awaited, romantic truths. Written for this year's WestAllen Secret Santa event on tumblr.

Rating: T

I will be posting this fic in all three parts on AO3. This fic is also posted to the westallenfun blog as part of this year’s Westallen Secret Santa Event and was a gift for Lauren/backtothestart02. 

[jade4813]

hey i was just wondering, are you going to continue your WestAllen fics?

Hey! I really do hope to continue my WestAllen fics. I do think about them frequently, but I’ll be honest. I often go on hiatus when the show is on hiatus because it’s harder to find inspiration to write. Even when the show has been on the last couple of seasons, there have been times that inspiration has been...hard to come by. They have done the ship dirty in ways that it would have been, really easy for them to...not. And right now, we aren’t hearing enough (or anything) about the show to change that. KF goes on a date? Be still my beating heart. /sarcasm

So do I intend to continue with my WestAllen fics? Absolutely! But it would be really, really great if the show let Barry and Iris be in the same scene again because that would REALLY help with the inspiration.

THAT SAID. I did just sign up for the Westallen Secret Santa exchange that @westallenfun puts on every year, so I’m hoping that should launch me back into my Westallen love and inspiration!

[theartofdreaming1]

January Fic Rec

Amazing fanfic I read these past few weeks:

by @backtothestart02:

Crazy for Her (”Barry dwells on his love for Iris.“ Sweet!)

“I prefer getting a rose from you than a million roses from any other boy.” (Cute, short drabble, with highschool Westallen :)

by @sophisticatedloserchick:

Last New Years Eve (”Its the New Years Eve in 2023 and all Iris can think about is what will happen to Barry in 2024.“ Short, reflective, bittersweet fic.)

by @wanderer765:

Appreciating (Barry appreciating his girls. Short and adorable!)

Promise, Promise (Iris thinking about her and Barry’s future... particularly about fateful year 2024... Bittersweet.)

by @westallenfun:

I just want you for my own (Super cute Barry and Iris moment taking place just before Christmas!)

Enjoy!

[nooowestayandgetcaught]

Dancing In The Rain

AO3 or FFN

~1k, WestAllen, G-rating, for the @westallenfun’s WestAllen Secret Santa 2018 event and for my giftee @ckpflash

Summary: Barry's hand lands gently on her, leading them to the porch. He smells faintly like Iris's perfume. Iris has already said goodnight to her dad and Cecile when the dinner party finally ends, shutting the front door behind her, waiting restlessly for their taxi.

[finnicks]

( fic ) i just want you for my own

i just want you for my own the flash | barry/iris; iris, barry | 1234, pg. you better kiss me, or face the mistletoe curse. or the one where barry and iris celebrate christmas with a tree and some mistletoe.

written for @sophisticatedloserchick for the @westallenfun secret santa, 2018. originally posted here. cross-posting for my records.

[ao3feed-westallen]

i just want you for my own

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2RlpAmD

by buries

you better kiss me, or face the mistletoe curse. or the one where barry and iris celebrate christmas with a tree and some mistletoe. written for westallenfun's secret santa, 2018.

Words: 1234, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Flash (TV 2014)

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Iris West, Barry Allen

Relationships: Barry Allen/Iris West

Additional Tags: Christmas, Fluff, Domestic Fluff

read it on the AO3 at http://bit.ly/2RlpAmD

[westallenfun]

Merry Christmas and/or Happy Holidays!

It’s almost time for WestAllen secret santa 2022!

The first present will be posted starting 13:00 EST and presents will continue being posted until about 17:30 EST

This year it will not be the westallenfun account that posts the present, but the present makers will be posting the presents on their own blog. So be sure to check out the #westallen secret santa tag. However, the gifts will be retweeted here, too!

In short, I hope you enjoy and have a blessed day, and be sure to leave your appreciation for the artists!

[backtothestart02]

The Burglar in My Kitchen - 1/?

My submission for the @westallenfun event #westallenatthemovies. The movie, The Host, was supposed to be used for my inspiration, but I honestly only looked at the scene when Jared & Melanie first met...with a surprise attack at the refrigerator in the middle of the night. lol. So...a very loose connection here, but there you have it.

Title: The Burglar in My Kitchen

Rating: T/PG-13

Synopsis: AU!Westallen - Iris wakes up in the middle of the night to a strange man taking food out of her refrigerator. Turns out he’s not a burglar and he’ll be staying a few nights in her house. Sparks fly in close quarters.

Chapter(s): 1/?

*Many thanks to @valeriemperez for being an excellent beta in a time crunch. :)

The clatter woke her up at half past three.

She waited for a few moments, wondering if she’d imagined it. Another sound came from outside her window. Already tense from the clatter that seemed to be emanating from downstairs, she flinched and whipped her head towards the sound. She breathed a sigh of relief and mentally scolded herself when she saw it was a just a tree branch hitting the glass panes.

Thirty mile-an-hour winds… The meteorologist had said that on the news some hours earlier.

For all she knew it was the wind causing objects to hit the house from the first floor.

But then the sound came again, and she knew she hadn’t imagined it.

It was a thump on the floor followed by the cooling sound that always came when someone opened their fridge. The clatter earlier had sounded eerily similar to the sound of someone coming in the back door, someone who was unaware that was where they kept their bags of recyclable garbage.

A loud sigh came from downstairs now, then a groan. She was positive she heard the shuffling of feet and opening of cupboards.

She’d hated how sound traveled in the house when she was a teenager, but now she was sure it would save her life. And her dad’s, since she assumed he was asleep in his bed just down the hall.

What a story it would make too, she thought with no small amount of pride. Reporter Stops Thief During Break-In…from stealing food? She rolled her eyes at her pathetic lack of creativity in the middle of the night.

Pushing further attempts at headlines aside, she slowly pulled back her blankets and quietly went to her always half-opened closet. In the far back, guarded by piles of shoes, lay the heavy silver bat her dad had given her when she was ten.

“Don’t use it unless absolutely necessary,” he’d instructed, after which she’d initially pouted and whined, “but I wanted a guuuun.”

She decided now that attempted burglary of food maybe didn’t warrant getting shot – or death.

She shook her head again at the morbid direction her thoughts had taken, and instead fished out the bat. She tied her floral, silky robe around her waist and opened her bedroom door. She crept cautiously down the hallway, cursing that one creaky spot on the floor that she’d forgotten about – that she always seemed to forget about – and made her way to the staircase. Upon reaching her dad’s room, she paused momentarily and listened for the sound of heavy breathing or snoring. She heard both.

Tensed and legitimately starting to feel afraid, Iris clutched the baseball bat tighter and made her way down the stairs.

…

 Staring into the contents of the refrigerator, Barry started to despair.

Where are your pickles, Detective West?

He’d told him about his late-night pickle cravings. He swore he had. Detective West had nodded along, so Barry had assumed he was taking notes. Now though, he recalled how distracted Joe had been looking at his phone and then having to take a call.

Having spent the greater part of the last fifteen minutes tearing apart the fridge and opting for a glass of milk in the process, Barry had to admit defeat and settle for an orange.

He wrinkled his nose as he eyed the fruit in his hand.

He had nothing against oranges, truly. It was just that they were so messy. And sticky. And he hated pulp. And to be perfectly honest, he had yet to discover where Detective Joe West kept his napkins or paper towels. Or even regular towels if Barry decided to wash his hands in the sink.

He was just about to close the refrigerator door, resigned to his fate, when a voice sounded behind him. And it wasn’t Detective West. It wasn’t even a masculine voice but for some reason, it sounded familiar.

“Don’t. Move.”

Barry froze, then slowly lifted his hands, one still holding the orange and turned to face who was behind him.

His eyes widened when he saw her. Iris West, adorned in a loosely fitting pink silk robe covering up her extra-large navy CCPD t-shirt and knee-length duck pajama bottoms, all of which made him smile, until he saw the very real silver baseball bat she clutched in her hands. Her expression was filled with no-nonsense determination. He tensed, causing some of the juices from the orange to dribble down his arm.

Prepare for a concussion.  

“Who are you and why are you stealing –” She paused and analyzed the orange that was starting to flatten in his grasp. “An orange?” She started to lower the bat, but then refocused and raised it again. Her eyes narrowed, burning holes into him. It further encouraged her when she saw his Adam’s apple bob in reaction to her intensity. “Why are you stealing fruit from my fridge in the middle of the night?” she demanded.

“I –” he began.

She lifted her bat higher and let it sway a little in the air, making him aware – as if he hadn’t been already – that she was quite prepared to swing right at him if he gave her the wrong answer.

“I’m not stealing,” he said carefully.

She laughed. “This isn’t your house, and you’re taking food out of my fridge. How is that not stealing?”

Barry sighed. His shoulders slumped.

“Your dad didn’t tell you.”

Iris’s brows furrowed, and she lowered the bat entirely so that it almost hit the ground.

“Didn’t tell me what?”

“What the hell is going on down here?”

Iris spun around, eyes wide. Barry looked towards the sound with the same reaction.

Joe relaxed as he came closer.

“Oh, Barry. It’s you.”

“What?” Iris’s head whipped around twice – once to look back at Barry and the other to zero in on her father. “Dad, you know him?” Joe’s lips parted to speak, but she kept going. “How? When? And why have I never heard you talk about him before?”

Barry and Joe shared a look, which only served to irritate the young woman between them further.

“Okay, one of you better start talking – right now.” She turned to Barry again, her eyes condescending. “And not you. I don’t trust you.” Barry gawked. “You were trying to steal fruit from our fridge.”

“He wasn’t stealing, honey.”

“Thank you,” Barry muttered with a sigh.

“He was!” Iris insisted, eyes ablaze as she focused in on her father. “I was right here. I saw—”

“Is that a baseball bat?” Joe frowned, finally noticing. Then his eyes registered the orange in Barry’s hand, mostly because the juice from it was dripping into a puddle just behind where Iris stood and so near the bat hovering above the floor.

“Well, yes, Dad, you said to use it in emergencies! I thought this qualified as…” Iris was saying, but Joe didn’t hear her.

“You don’t even like oranges, Barry.”

Barry blinked, then quickly set the orange on the counter, causing the juice to travel across the space between the fridge and its new destination. Joe almost whimpered aloud.

“I was looking for pickles,” Barry admitted.

Joe exhaled as the realization hit.

“Pickles,” he said, sounding nearly awestruck. “You did say you love pickles.”

“Both of you!” Iris nearly screamed. They both turned their attention on her. “Will you please tell me what’s going on? I want to know why I shouldn’t hit this boy,” She nudge her head in Barry direction, “with this very nice baseball bat and call the police about his breaking and entering.”

Joe cleared his throat and closed some of the distance between them.

“First of all,” he began, gently wrenching the bat from her hands, “I’m the police.” Iris released the bat, but she still glared up at him. “And second of all, he’s not breaking and entering. I gave him a spare key.”

Iris’s jaw dropped. She turned around again, her hair flying around her and saw that her father was not lying. Barry held up the spare key between his fingers.

Her shoulders slumped and she turned back to her father, looking defeated.

“I don’t understand.”

He sighed.

“Barry, here…” He gave him a nod in the direction of the paper towels that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and Barry proceeded to clean up the mess he’d made.

Joe guided his daughter towards the living room where they found the large bag Iris had begun to presume was for stealing things in was actually a duffel bag filled with clothes and essentials. It was sitting next to the couch beside a light blanket and pillow.

“He’s the son of one of my good friends from college. Henry Allen.”

Iris blinked, rapidly trying to search her mind for some familiarity to the name.

“The doctor who stitched me up many a time during my early reckless years as a young cop.”

She made the connection.

“That Henry Allen,” she whispered almost reverently.

Joe nodded. “Yes.”

“But what does that have to do with—”

“When Barry was about ten, his mother got very sick, and…” Joe paused, glancing across the room to see if Barry was tensing up, but he couldn’t see him. He hoped he was maybe washing up in the bathroom and not just crawling on the floor still cleaning up his mess.

He lowered his voice just in case.

“Henry moved Barry and his mother to the East Coast for the remainder of Nora’s last days.” He turned towards her so his voice traveled only between them. “She had been diagnosed with breast cancer, and they weren’t early enough to stop it.”

Iris felt a heavy weight set on her chest. She suddenly felt incredibly guilty for having contemplated bashing Barry’s head in with her heavy silver baseball bat.

“After her passing, Henry felt that where they were living at the time and Central City seemed to be too full of painful memories. Since Barry always wanted to be a CSI, and one of the best schools for that is Midway City University, so he moved them there and they’ve been there ever since.”

“What changed?” Iris asked, so engrossed that she failed to hear Barry’s footsteps as he re-entered the kitchen.

“I did,” Barry said, approaching them.

Iris turned around and looked at him. He was tall, especially when she was sitting. But he also looked tired.

“I wanted a change of pace.” He shrugged. “I wanted to get out of Midway City.”

Silence lingered between the three of them while Iris mulled that over.

“And so,” Joe said, getting to his feet and gesturing to Barry, “Henry gave me a call last week and asked if there was a CSI position open at CCPD. I found out Jerry was looking to retire but Captain Singh was refusing to let him go with no young blood to come in to replace him.”

“I believe he wanted some, er… older blood to replace him, Detective West.”

Joe blinked, startled by the formal name.

“You can call me Joe, Barry. I’ve told you that. I’ve known your father for years. The only place you’d call me by my title is at the station.”

Barry shrugged that off.

“Anyway,” Joe resumed. “I talked to Singh, and he said that if Barry shadowed Jerry for a few days, and there were no problems, he’d take him on and let the old man retire.”

“He’s hardly old, Dad,” Iris said, really entering the conversation for the first time. “He just turned sixty last month.”

“He’s worked at the precinct since he was Barry’s age,” Joe said. “Plus, he got that heart condition last year. I think that qualifies.”

Iris sighed loudly. “So, why is Barry here?”

Barry laughed. Iris refused to give him her attention.

“I’m here because it’s the middle of the night,” he said. “My train just got in an hour ago.”

Reluctantly, she turned to look at him.

“Your dad is doing my dad a favor until I can find a place of my own.”

“Which should only be a few days,” Joe put in. “A week tops. There are a lot of good places not far from the station.”

Iris sighed quietly and sunk into the couch.

“I see.”

Barry looked at Joe, briefly panicked. Joe shook his head, dismissing it.

“So, I guess you’re not a burglar,” Iris finally said, and then looked up at Barry.

He smiled slightly. “No more than you’ve got pickles in your fridge.”

Joe closed his eyes. “I will get you some pickles tomorrow, Barry.”

His smile widened into a cheeky grin. “Thanks, Detec—Mr.—Joe West.”

Joe eyed him strangely and then nodded.

“We should probably all get some sleep.” He looked down at his daughter who still looked deep in thought, staring at nothing. “Iris?”

She looked up at her dad and blinked.

“Oh. Right. Yeah.” She stood up suddenly and turned to Barry, who still towered over her by at least a foot. “Good to meet you, Barry.” She held out a hand. After a moment’s hesitation, he shook it. “Sorry for almost pummeling you with a baseball bat.”

Barry grinned again. “No worries, Iris. I was being loud.”

“Yes.” Joe’s eyes narrowed. “You were.”

Barry dropped Iris’s hand and swallowed hard, muttering another apology under his breath.

“Okay,” Joe said, turning his gaze to Iris. “Bed. Now.”

He nudged her a little, and she moved away from the two men. She gathered her bat and started to climb the stairs, looking once more over her shoulder to see her father asking this strange, new man if he needed anything else as far as his sleeping arrangements went.

There was something about this Barry Allen that intrigued her. She couldn’t put her finger on what it was, but she did get the nagging feeling that she was going to be on her guard as long as he was staying in their house. She also decided that come morning she was going to try and dress a little sexier just to see how he would react.

*Also available on AO3 and FFnet.

[backtothestart02bts]

My submission for @westallenfun‘s Runnin’ Home to You challenge.

CONTEXT: The canon divergence in this chap is that Joe isn’t present when Barry is told he’s a superhero and Iris is also telling him about who Savitar is in addition to that. Some exact lines from the episode’s scene are included.

*Many thanks to my amazing beta, @valeriemperez, for looking this over. <3

*Also available on FFnet.

[westallen94]

@westallenfun inspired fanart for Westallen Family Event! These were fun to make.

[sunshinesunsethappiness]

This was already posted on @westallenfun, but wanted it here as well:

WestAllen secret santa gift I made for @xscarletspeedstress . The prompt was: A crossover with Doctor Who & The Flash, like Amy and Rory travelling with the doctor, but it’s Iris and Barry.

(Promo pics from Far Far Away, and this PSD )

[cheryls-blossomed]

Two’s Company (Part 2/3)

        “You and I are the dream team,” Barry corrects, emphatically, and he’s smiling widely at her and refusing to break their gaze, and she thinks…. she thinks he too must be feeling this intensity that has persistently lingered between them since their almost kiss, and she wonders for just a moment that maybe, just maybe, he feels the same way. Her hand comes to rest on the wedding band, just above the bodice of her cocktail dress, and his eyes track the movement, first tracking her neck, then her collarbones, and then the dip of her cleavage which disappears beneath her dress. She thinks she sees his tongue dart out momentarily over his lips, and she feels hot, suddenly, and she’s sure it has nothing to do with the warm, summer night. 

This fic was originally posted to the westallenfun blog and is a gift for Lauren/backtothestart02 as part of this year’s Westallen Secret Santa Event. I am now posting the fic to Ao3, and Chapter 2 has just been posted.