Fitz (fractionallyfox) wrote in camelot_drabble,


Author: fractionallyfox
Title: Expectations
Rating: G
Pairing/s: (Pre) Gwaine/Leon
Character/s: Gwaine, Leon, Original Character
Summary: Gwaine sits with Grace, one of the kids he coaches, as they wait for her dad who is very late in picking her up.
Warnings: Modern AU
Word Count: 1,017
Prompt: #407 - Trope Choice - Kidfic
Author's Notes: I love kidfic. This is an AU where Gwaine is football/soccer coach and Leon's daughter Grace is one of the kids on the team.

Gwaine dropped into the grass, half-landing on a bag of balls. Giggles erupted next to him as he slid onto his back.

"I meant to do that," he laughed as he pushed himself up.

Grace kept giggling, both of her hands covering her face.

"Okay, Coach Gwaine," she said, picking up her mobile.

Gwaine brushed grass off his legs before propping his arms up on his knees. He pulled his own mobile from his pocket, checking the time. Practice had ended almost an hour ago and Grace was the last of the kids to be picked up.

Gwaine shook his head. He had nothing against parents running late; he wasn't exactly great at being on time either. However, this was different. Grace was a good kid, she got on great with the rest of the team but Gwaine had noticed early on that her family was posh. Newest shoes, fancy gear bag, mobile for a seven year old, nanny dropped off and picked up posh. Not that that was her fault. Gwaine didn't hold it against her. She was just a kid.

He did, however, take offense at some posh family thinking his time was less important that theirs.

Gwaine rolled his eyes. It had only been an hour. He wondered if he could get away with adding babysitting costs to Grace's team fees next month.

"I'm sorry, Coach Gwaine," Grace said, drawing Gwaine out of his thoughts. She looked up at him with her mobile in her hands. "My dad said he's almost here."

Gwaine grinned, holding the smile until Grace returned it. "Don't worry about it, kiddo," he said, tapping Grace on the shoulder. "The cold pizza in my fridge isn't going anywhere."

Grace wrinkled her nose. "You can't eat cold pizza."

"Yes you can!" he said, earning himself a laugh. "Cold pizza is the any time meal of champions."

"My dad wouldn't like that," Grace said, looking down at her mobile again.

Gwaine rolled his eyes when he was sure Grace wasn't looking. He could imagine what Grace's posh dad thought was an appropriate meal. Probably something served on small plates with the words 'artisan' and 'organic' attached to every dish. This was a family that had a nanny; they might have even had a personal chef at home too.

His stomach complained at the thought. He thumbed at his mobile, sending a quick text to Merlin. They were low on groceries and he was really counting on those last slices for his dinner.

Grace perked up next to him. Gwaine looked to the empty car park, not at all surprised to see a sleek gray sedan driving towards them.

At least he could finally go home.

Grace jumped up when the car door opened.

"Dad! Dad!" she said, rushing to the car. "I scored a goal today!"

"That's great, Grace."

Gwaine shifted in the grass, trying to peer around the open car door.

He was expecting posh. Shiny shoes, pricey three-piece suit, weird-sounding name brand watch, looking down at the rest of the world posh. He was ready for posh. He wasn't ready for grease-streaked denims, broad shoulders, and a head of mussed golden curls.

Well then.

Grace must have gotten her dark hair from her mum.

"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting," Grace's dad said as they walked towards Gwaine. "My sister usually comes to get her but she started a new job and I mixed up the dates."

Sister, Grace's aunt, not a nanny. Gwaine mulled over the new information as he stood up.

"Don't worry about it..." he said, prompting with a pause.

"Leon," Grace's dad provided.

Gwaine looked down, brushing grass from himself. "Don't worry about it, Leon. It's not like sitting with Grace is a hardship."

"Thank you. I won't be late next time."

Gwaine looked up at Leon, which was necessary because Leon was tall. He hadn't expected that either. Leon looked genuinely apologetic, his expression remorseful, his face touched here and there with streaks of grease. Gwaine wanted to know what he did to afford Grace's mobile and a fancy car while still being so casually striped with grease.

He was curious which wasn't something he expected.

"Coach Gwaine said he's going to eat cold pizza for dinner," Grace said while tugging on Leon's hand.

Leon tilted his head. "That doesn't sound appetizing."

"You and Grace clearly don't understand the merits of cold pizza," Gwaine said, trying to shrug away the topic of conversation, feeling less comfortable with his options when Leon looked at him like that. He reached down to pick up the bag of balls. "I should get going."

"Would you like to have dinner with us?" Leon asked.

Gwaine stopped, letting the bag sag at his feet. "With you?"

"It's the least I can do," Leon said, offering Gwaine a small smile. It was... disarming. "To thank you for waiting with Grace," he continued. "We usually eat at my friend Elyan's restaurant when it's too late to cook. You're welcome to join us."

"Please come, Coach Gwaine!" Grace said, her smile wide and bright. Gwaine wondered if she got that smile from Leon. "Elyan makes great pizza!"

Gwaine had never been good at saying no to kids. It was the reason his team had grown from twelve kids to thirty in less than a season. He couldn't resist Grace's enthusiastic invitation.

The fact that Leon invited him first didn't hurt either.

"Great pizza?" he asked, grinning when Grace nodded vigorously. "Well, if you insist."

"We do," Leon said, adding his own nod.

Leon held out his hand and it took Gwaine a moment to realize that he was offering to carry the bag. He handed it over, noting the grease trapped in the lines of Leon's palm, adding to the overflowing list of questions in his head. He followed Grace and Leon to their car, chiming in with comments on Grace's performance at practice.

Gwaine texted Merlin as they left the park, giving him free rein of the leftover pizza and letting him know he was probably going to be home late.
Tags: *c:fractionallyfox, c:gwaine, c:leon, p:gwaine/leon, pt 407:trope choice, rating:g, type:drabble

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