Coach G

Grayson Parke. Coach G. Head Coach | Holyhead Harpies Gryffindor Alumni | Single Dad Formerly of the Banchory Bangers "I can't settle for just anything; my daughter is watching"

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emmalyn-westenberg:

Emma pushed her way through the crowd, moving opposite against them in attempt to find Connor. She stopped when she spotted another familiar face instead and instantly felt relieved. “Grayson!” Emma slipped past a few people moving past her and grabbed onto him. “Thank God.”

She pulled back and looked at him. “I can’t find Connor anywhere. And his phone’s going straight to voicemail.” 

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Grayson turned at the sound of her voice, letting loose a deep sigh in relief. He’d been looking for her since it had gone dark, his anxiety growing with every second he couldn’t find her. He held her tight, stroking her hair and letting himself relish the moment for a second. “It’s okay.” He murmured, although he wasn’t sure he even believed it himself.

He furrowed his brows, the pit of worry in his stomach returning at her words. “I’m sure his phone just died, have you tried looking in the shops? Maybe he managed to get in one to stay safe.” Grayson suggested, glancing around them. “Come on.” He tugged on her hand, leading her down the street as he helped her look for their son.

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68, 24, 50, 19, 2, 50, 89, 100

68. Favorite school subject?

Flying, obviously.

24. Baths or showers?

Showers, mostly. Although baths can be nice under the right circumstances.

50.  Left or right handed?

Left.

19. Do you want a church wedding?

I just want a wedding, I don’t care much about the rest. I’m happy with whatever, although a traditional church wedding doesn’t really feel like us.

2. How old are you?

38.

89. Do you like your age?

I guess? I’d never really thought about it before. But this year’s been good to me, so yes.

100. Color of your room?

It’s a light gray color. Pretty boring, really.

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95

95.  What are your weaknesses?

Emmalyn and Juliette. And I suppose Connor, too, but in a different way.

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emmalyn-westenberg:

“Yes, Dad’s don’t get drunk because they don’t normally go out drinking. Which is why those, like, two drinks probably got you drunker than you think.”

She leaned up on her elbows and brushed her lips against his. “Go take it. Then you can come back and tell me how beautiful I am.”

Grayson smiled at her kiss, nodding once with no further argument as he climbed back over the side of the bed. He shuffled off to the bathroom, grumbling as he pulled open the drawers, already having forgotten which one she said it’d be in. “Aha,” He murmured, finding the small potion bottle. He held it up to the light. “Um,” He called, squinting at it. “Is it supposed to be green?”

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helping hand. | future au

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ryanwickmans:

“I know, I know,” Ryan sighed, rolling his eyes rubbing at his face in exhaustion. “Any talk of karma or how I had this coming to me can just come out right now because, while I’m sure there will be one day where I am able to laugh over the fact that this is now happening to me, I’m not there just yet,” he spoke in a harsh tone, one he quickly realized was unjustified. “Sorry, I just, lot of emotions and shit…”

Collapsing into the couch, he let his head fall into his hands in despair. He didn’t know how to process the information and thoughts raced through his mind. He was terrified far more than he dared admit, feeling an incredible amount of guilt towards Dakota, yet there also sat an odd satisfaction, an odd feeling of utter happiness at the fact that she was actually his daughter. He had long since thought of her as such, but there had always been that thought in the back of his mind reminding him that no, Dakota wasn’t truly his and he shouldn’t overstep his bounds.

“Isabelle Pierce, you might remember her from our time at Hogwarts? She died a few years ago now. She was practically my saving grace when you and Sophia finally got together,” Ryan chuckled humorlessly at the memory. As soon as it became clear that he had been a very awkward third wheel in their little friendship he had focused on getting out there and having a little fun of his own, only one person had been determined enough to force a friendship onto him along with the occasional night together, and now it seemed that their odd relationship had brought him Dakota.

“Dakota, she, she found out when she visited her aunt. Turns out the woman had known for years, just didn’t think we ought to bloody know too,” he clenched his fists, despite the small nagging thought that he had been in exactly the same position of knowing and doing nothing to the man who sat opposite him. Hesitantly glancing upwards, he looked to Grayson curiously, thoughts still running through his mind at a million miles an hour. “How did you never hex me when you found about Connor? Because, honestly, I’m about ready to fly to Canada and hex Isabelle’s bloody sister.”

“Hey man, what comes around goes around. I clearly don’t need to tell you that.” Grayson took that moment only to gloat, promising himself not to make any more comments about karma or fate at his friend’s expense. He had handled Grayson’s anger with grace and dignity, and done anything he’d needed to help him through it - and he had a feeling that would have included keeping his distance for good if that’s what Grayson had needed. He was coming to realize that Ryan was just as good a friend as he always had been.

Grayson sat next to him with a sigh, rubbing his temples tiredly. “Trust me, I know all about the emotions you’re feeling.” His tone was sympathetic, all of his former smugness gone as he tried to think of what had helped him through the same situation. Although that had been Hunter and Mackenzie, so he wasn’t so sure the same plan would work as well for Ryan. Grayson supposed he was the one who had to step in, and he took a deep breath, preparing himself to do just that. 

He chuckled. “Yeah, I remember Isabelle. She was the only one who seemed to keep you in line.” Grayson smirked at the memory of the four of them, wishing wistfully that they could go back. It was so much simpler then. “I’m sorry to hear she’s passed. That must have been rough on Dakota. How is she handling all of this?”

“Wonder how that feels.” Grayson muttered darkly, shooting him a pointed glance. As much as he wished his friend didn’t have to go through something difficult such as this, he couldn’t totally feel for the man - after all, he’d done the same thing he was complaining about now. He’d known for years, and never said anything. “I wanted to.” He breathed out in a sigh, shaking his head with a mirthless laugh. “Why do you think I couldn’t look at you for weeks after I realised you knew? At least you don’t consider her aunt one of your closest friends.” He shrugged off the comment, not intending to inflict any more hurt - it was simply the truth. What Emmalyn and Ryan had done to him had hurt him in about every way possible, but they were past it now. Mostly.

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emmalyn-westenberg:

When he crawled closer to her, Emma placed a hand on his chest, stopping him from getting any closer. “I know I am, but you need to get sobered up.” Emma nodded to the bathroom. “Top drawer. Then you can come back and tell me how beautiful I am with a clear mind.”

“Sobered up?” He asked, wrinkling his nose and frowning as she stopped him. “I’m not drunk. I’m a dad, dad’s don’t get drunk.” He scoffed, shaking his head. Grayson paused for a moment afterwards, watching the room catch up with him. Maybe she had a point. “Hunter and I had like, two drinks, it’s fine.” He waved away her concern, furrowing his brow at his one sock. He reached forward to remove it. “My mind is clear, and you are the most beautiful woman I think there ever was.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

Emma stirred in her sleep at the sound of his voice, rolling to her side. She reached over and turned the light on, looking up at him. “Merlin do you know what time it is?” Emma narrowed her eyes in the dim light, trying to adjust so she could see him. “What is it?”

Grayson squinted as she turned the light on, his eyes having already grown accustomed to the dark of the house. He blinked rapidly, trying to get used to the brightness, before crawling closer to her. “No,” he breathed with a smile. “What time is it?” He asked, almost as if she were telling him a joke. He laughed, turning to pull his socks clumsily off his feet. “What is it?” He asked her, turning after removing his left sock. “Emma.” He breathed, smiling again. “You’re so beautiful.”

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Grayson crept his way to the back of the house, dropping his keys and his cloak on, or at least near, the table on his way by. He eased open the bedroom door, toeing out of his boots as he closed it gently behind him. Shuffling his way to the bed, he hit his toe on the corner, cursing. At the rustle of movement, he grinned. “Hey.” He whispered, although it didn’t seem to come out in a whisper. He frowned, throwing his hands out as he found the mattress, crawling up it, trying to find Emma. “Hey, wake up.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

Emma looked up when he tightened the hold on her arm and shook her head, giving him a reassuring smile. “Grayson, why would I not be sure? We want to restart our life together. Our son knows. We need to move forward. Everyone knowing we’re together is a way to move forward.” She leaned up and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m fine with being hounded by nosy quidditch-obsessed reporters. Stop worrying so much.”

She dropped her arm and took his hand. “Where’s that impulsive bravery of yours, Parke?”

“There are about a million reasons you might not want people asking ridiculously personal questions, love.” He replied with a chuckle, although he took heart in her confidence. Grayson had wanted everyone to know they were together from the moment they’d decided to try their relationship again. He laughed at her words. “Yes, dear.”

“Oh come on, this is different. I would never be so reckless with my dearest Sofia.” He murmured, bringing her hand up to his lips. “Shall we?” He asked, gesturing toward the door in front of them.

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Grayson sighed as they drew nearer to the school, tightening his arm where Emma’s was linked through. He glanced over at her, words lost on his tongue for a moment as he took her in, dressed up the way she was. She was always beautiful, but tonight was even more. She was breathtaking. He smiled as she glanced over at him, and he found his voice once more. “Are you sure about this?” He asked, using his free hand to straighten his tie. “I mean, if we do this there’s no going back. Everyone is going to bug us about this.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

She laughed and turned around in his arms. “Because it’s tradition. Stop being so grumpy,” she teased, nodding to Juliette. “Your daughter loves it. You’re just upset your graham cracker architecture skills are lacking.” Emma nodded and reached up to wipe the icing from his forehead, smilingly a little. “He really is your son. He acts like you a lot. Unfortunately, he was blessed with the worst of both our personalities at times,” she teased, lightly, dropping her hand. “He said he was done fighting with me. If he’s done being mad and done arguing, than he’s going to have to eventually accept you in his life because you’re apart of mine now. I’ll talk to him. But don’t just do it because of me. If you really don’t want to do this or don’t feel ready, it’s fine.” Emma leaned up to kiss his cheek, pulling back and squeezing his hand reassuringly. “I promise.”

Juliette waved her over to her gingerbread castle, as she put it, and Emma smiled, stepping behind her to wrap her arms around the little girl. “I love it. It’s beautiful and fit for a princess just like you.” As she said that, Grayson’s house fell, causing Juliette to burst into a fit of giggles. Emma laughed and looked up at him, raising her hands in mock defense. She smiled at tapped Juliette’s nose, helping her from her seat. “Go get cleaned up for dinner. I’ll help Daddy fix his house.” Once Juliette was up and out of the kitchen, Emma walked over to Grayson and wrapped her arms around his waist. “You, coach, need to keep your day job.” Emma waved her wand and vanished the mess, shrugging a shoulder with a smirk. “I cheated.” She moved to step in front of him, keeping her arms around him, her expression softening as she looked up at him. “I’m glad you and I are here, though.” Emma moved them to slide around his neck, “I honestly didn’t think we ever would be.”

He chuckled as he watched Juliette put the finishing touches on her house, wondering how on earth a six year old managed so much better than he did. “Love, I don’t know if I’ll ever be ready.” He sighed, unable to stop the small smile from forming on his face as she kissed his cheek. “But you’re right. We’ve got to start somewhere, and I want us to be a family.” He nodded decisively, moving towards the sink as Emma went to admire his daughter’s gingerbread house. He watched them fondly as he washed his hands, grumbling slightly to himself at how difficult the icing was proving to be to get off of his skin. “Merlin...” He muttered, shaking his head as he turned the water hotter, finally managing to get it off his hands. He grabbed the dishtowel and made his way back to his house, putting his hands on his hips as he surveyed it.

While he was still contemplating how to salvage the mess, it collapsed upon itself and he couldn’t help but laugh, shaking his head. He watched Juliette pad down the hallway, turning to wrap his own arms around Emmalyn tightly only after he heard the click of the bathroom door. He chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly at her words. “I’m shocked.” Grayson purred, leaning in to kiss her. He pulled back with a contented noise, tightening his arms slightly around her as she moved hers around his neck. “You and me both.” He laughed, winking at her. “It might have taken us twenty years, but better late than never, yeah?” He sighed happily, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear and letting his hand linger against her cheek. “So, what are we making for dinner? Since we’re being so domestic today.” He grinned.

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macparke:

“What the fuck, G!” Mac exclaimed before quickly covering her mouth as she looked around to make sure Juliette wasn’t around. Only when she was satisfied they were alone did she slap his torso with the back of her hand. “Why would you say you wanted a tree for Christmas, who the hell even says that! You know what, no. I’m not taking this tree back, and neither are you. You’re keeping the tree, Grayson.”

“I thought you knew what I meant!” He cried, unable to help but laugh. He flinched as she hit him, only making him laugh harder. Trying to get a grip on himself, he shook his head as he made a grab for the tree. “Of course I’m keeping it, Mac. But I think we might need a second if Juliette’s going to be satisfied.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

Emma felt her heart drop when he said he wasn’t going to forgive her, but then rolled her eyes when he finally finished his sentence. “Dramatic Gryffindor,” she said, a smile forming as she leaned into the kiss against her forehead. She let go of him and leaned against the table, watching Grayson struggle with building his house. She laughed at his plea for help and walked over to help him. “You couldn’t build a gingerbread house if your life depended on it, huh.” She placed her hands over his to keep the walls up. Emma glanced over at Juliette who was already on to decorating hers. Emma laughed again and dropped her head to his shoulder, slowly moving her hands from his to see if his walls would stay up. When they didn’t, she put them back. “Grayson, Merlin. What did you do?”

Juliette appeared to be in her own world, decorating her house with newfound determination. “Well, while we’re stuck here,” she said, glancing at Grayson with a smirk. Her expression softened, “He knows. Found out, actually. It didn’t go too well initially, but he said he was tired of fighting and he understands why I did it. I talked to him.” Emma slowly took her hands off Grayson’s, meeting his gaze and smiling when it didn’t completely crumble. “So, do you want to attempt to make it work over Christmas. All four of us. I want to. I’m not sure how he’ll feel, but if we’re all going to move forward as a family, we should start somewhere.”

“I don’t see why my life would depend on it.” He replied with a chuckle, moving his fingers to intertwine with hers as she covered his with her own, getting icing all over her hands as well. “But I guess that’s a good thing, because you’re totally right. Why do muggles do this every year?” He laughed as the walls fell back in on themselves, not sure where he had gone wrong. It all seemed simple enough, but he wasn’t entirely surprised that even so he had managed to mess it up. “That’s an excellent question.” He hummed contentedly as she rested her head on his shoulder, a warmth spreading throughout him at her presence against his back. There had always been something comforting about being with her, even all those years ago at Hogwarts. He had never realised just how much he missed her until she was back in his arms again - at least, until the last time they’d separated. Now, he knew he never wanted that to happen again, and he flexed his fingers around hers happily.

His smile faded somewhat as she brought up Connor, suddenly feeling very nervous about whatever it was she was about to say. “Sounds par for the course.” He chuckled as she finished, something about how she explained Connor’s reaction reminding him strikingly to the way he had acted. “Merlin, he really is my son.” He muttered, the words still foreign on his tongue. He furrowed his brows momentarily, shaking his head clear as she continued. “The four of us?” He asked as she removed her hands, taking a step back to admire their handiwork with a fleeting smile. “I don’t know, Emma.” He ran his hand across his forehead, unknowingly spreading icing across his head. “I....I guess, yeah.” She had a point, after all. He wanted them to be a family as much as she did. And even more importantly, she wanted this. There was nothing he wouldn’t give her. “Are you sure, though? I mean, he hated me before, I’m sure this didn’t help.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

“I think a pink Christmas tree would look beautiful in your bedroom too,” Emma said, nodding her head at what Juliette was saying about how she had to have a pink tree in her room. Emma sat her on the counter in front of her, keeping her arms loosely wrapped around the little girl as Grayson walked into the kitchen behind them. She laughed and shook her head, “I’m cruel? I think your Daddy’s grumpy,” she said to Juliette, looking back at Grayson with a smirk. “I just don’t think it’s fair for anyone to have unfair advantages.” 

She lifted Juliette off the counter and helped her onto a chair. While Juliette busied herself with picking out the right color icing, Emma slid her arm around Grayson, stopping him. She smiled, leaning up to kiss him, only breaking apart when a loud ew! came from behind them. She glanced over Grayson’s shoulder and Juliette giggled, turning back to her decorations. Emma rolled her eyes fondly and leaned against Grayson. “You know how long I wanted something like this with you, right?” She reached over for the icing and tapped some on the tip of Grayon’s nose. “But I mean it, Parke. No cheating. But, darling, they’re not walls, they’re cookies. They’re all shaped the same, there’s no bottom. Just put icing on them and start sticking them together like a little box.” She shook her head in mock disappointment and walked over to Juliette, “I think we’re going to have to teach him everything, princesa.” 

“Maybe you two can go shopping for one together, apparently I don’t know what I’m talking about.” He chuckled, listening to his daughter try to get a pink christmas tree for about the thirtieth time. “And I am not grumpy.” He argued back with a grin, turning as she put her arms around him. He happily let loose the pieces he’d been holding, placing his hands on top of her arms, a single shiver running the length of his spine as she leaned up to kiss him. He rolled his eyes at Juliette’s input, having seen it coming. Grayson planted one more quick kiss on Emmalyn’s lips while Juliette was distracted. “Listen....about that.” He started, speaking quickly, wanting to get the words about before his daughter decided she needed their full attention again. “I said I would never forgive you for what you did, and I.....I won’t.” He tucked a strand of her hair back behind her ear, ducking his head slightly in order to catch her gaze. “Because that would mean you did something wrong.” He murmured, kissing her forehead with a smile before turning back to their project.

“Well, yes I know they’re cookies, but it’s a gingerbread house, sweetheart. And a house is not a house without walls.” He teased, glancing back up at her as he bent over the table. He did as she instructed, grabbing the tube of white icing and beginning to squeeze it onto the edges of the cookies. “How much do you even need? Merlin, this stuff is a mess.” He grumbled as he worked, trying to wipe the excess icing off his hands but only managing to make a bigger mess. He held up his hands before him, pouting as he looked at Emma, Juliette still working on the house and mostly oblivious to the two of them. “Help me.”

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emmalyn-westenberg:

Emma smiled as the little girl ran past Grayson to her. “Smart girl,” she teased with a smirk, leaning down to pick her up. “There’s my girl.” Emma lifted her up to her hip and kissed the side of her head. “Did you grow more since the last time I saw you? I told you not to do that anymore. You’re not allowed.”

She carried her into the kitchen, looking back at Grayson. “You know the rule with the gingerbread houses. Absolutely no magic. I want to see you struggle.”

Grayson chuckled as he listened to Emma talk to Juliette, the little girl in her arms babbling happily back at her as they made their way into the kitchen, where he deposited the box on the table, along with all the bags of candy and icing he’d picked up. He dumped the contents out, scratching his head as the girls came to stand next to him. “Alright, so this is the bottom, right? Or....is there a bottom or do you just icing the walls to the bottom thing?” He crossed his arms, turning to look at the two of them. “You are a cruel, cruel woman.” He teased.

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Grayson grinned in anticipation as he opened the door to his house, calling loudly as he entered. “Juliette!” He held the door open for Emma, glad to be able to welcome her into his home one again. “Jules, I got a surprise for you!” He heard the tell tale signs of her little feet, and he laughed as she came skidding around the corner. “Look what daddy found when he went out for cookies.” He looked fondly at Emma, winking. There was still a twinge of uncertainty between them, but he was hoping he’d be able to fix that.

Juliette recovered quickly, shouting Emma’s name as she launched herself towards her, completely ignoring Grayson as she ran past. He rolled his eyes, a laugh escaping him. “I told you she missed you.”

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