Apologies in advance for the alert spam. I have three pieces of short, quick fanfic I've posted on Tumblr that I want to add here, so all of my WestAllen-related stories are in one place. Also, apologies if you've already read them on Tumblr.
This one was written after I saw a gorgeous piece of WestAllen family fanart drawn by infallible-dreamers. If you haven't seen it, send me an email or find me on Tumblr and I'll link you. It really is beautiful.
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They only looked away for a few seconds, just one quick glance as they talked about plans for dinner, but that was all it took. A shout of anger, a cry of pain, and an even louder voice yelling, "Don't hurt my sister!" and Barry and Iris were rushing toward the biggest playset at their local park, and the opening battle of World War III that seemed to be breaking out.
At least their side was winning, Barry thought, as Iris scooped up a sobbing Dawn and cuddled the little girl against her shoulder. Don, meanwhile, stood over a boy who looked to be twice his size, his little face scrunched into a thunderous scowl, hands hanging in small fists at his side, almost as if he were daring the other child to get back up.
Barry stepped between the two, effectively separating them by dropping to squat at his son's level. "Hey, hey, hey. What's going on here?"
"He pushed Dawn!"
"Nuh uh! She fell!"
Before Don could answer that challenge to his honesty, the other parent arrived, full of embarrassed outrage.
"Bradley Tyler Munson! What did I tell you about being nice today! Did you push that little girl?"
"It was my turn to play with the telescope and she wouldn't move!" With his mother there, Bradley got to his feet, a pout on his face and a whine in his voice. He pointed to the telescope in question, a bright green tube on a swiveling lever that offered a blurry, 90 degree view of the playground.
Don immediately tried to force his way past Barry. "No, it wasn't your turn!" he yelled. "You're just a bully! Nobody hurts my sister!"
Barry managed to catch him in time, and held fast while Bradley was forced to mumble an apology. When he was marched away without ceremony, Barry leaned over to press a kiss against Dawn's forehead.
"You okay, baby?" She nodded, but when she sniffed piteously and peeped at him through damp, spikey lashes, he and Iris exchanged a smile over her head. "You know what? I think you and Lancelot here need some ice cream. How does that sound?"
Don bounced on his toes and answered for both of them. "Ice cream!"
Barry laughed and lifted him up to sit on his shoulders. As the little family headed out of the park, he sent Iris a dry glance. "So much for a quite Saturday at the park, huh?"
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Thanks for reading!
