“What about a drink, ickle Ronniekins? I‘m not letting you sit in this bloody piece of orange shit feeling sorry for yourself.”
Ron scowled, his guard slowly crumbling. “I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself!”
“If self-pity was a game, mate, you’d be better at it than you are at chess,” George teased, standing up and extending a hand toward Ron. “Come on, little bro.”
I just wanted to say that you are an amazing writer.
These past three weeks i was totally obsessed with Time's always leaving (i love angelina/george and it's a blessing to see something written about them), and yesterday i finished reading the cruel summer series (which is another of my favorite ships!)
It makes me so happy that someone so talented writes about my favorite HP ships
Hello sweet anon!
Thank you so much for this ask! Time’s Always Leaving is actually by my amazingly talented friend @harryissuchalittleshit and you should be obsessed with it because it’s amazing! If you’re looking for more George and Ange definitely check Becky out more and you can also check out my story, Uncharted Territory.
Also, thank you for reading my cruel summer series!! It was so much fun to write!!! And I love Draco’s journey throughout the whole thing.
Again thank you so much for this ask! I’m so thankful to have amazing readers who love reading about the ships I write.
I know we’re like two weeks into the new year, but could you do some headcannons on how George and Angelina celebrate the new year?
I was going to write a fic, but instead will just do a bullet list/stream of conscious thing here:
The first new years they spend together is in 94/95 after the Yule Ball and all that
They play quidditch and it’s really the first time they talk since Fred and Angelina snogged under the mistletoe
George was very upset about it and Angelina has a lot of conflicting feelings about the whole thing
But playing quidditch together makes them relax and as the day nears an end (along with the year) they let things go
And George kisses her at midnight while everyone is distracted (except Fred sees them and admits that George and Angelina are better together than he and Angelina could ever be)
Their second new years is 99/00, Angelina gets pregnant that night
They are both grieving the war and their lost family still
They spend the night together in bed and fall asleep to the muffled sounds of fireworks
After Freddie and Roxanne are born, they keep to a quiet night at home for a few years
They put their kids to bed and have a bottle of wine and just spend the night together
They always have their traditional midnight kiss
When Freddie and Roxanne start primary school, they either host a sleepover for them and their friends/cousins or send them over to a house
They let the kids celebrate with them, giving them juice and watching movies, but always sneaking away at or just after midnight for their kiss
Once the kids are Hogwarts age, Ron and Hermione start throwing a New Year’s party
It’s a way for the parents to blow off steam and also a safe space for the kids to party
George and Angelina are more than happy being the life of the party, everyone wants to be around them and join them in the joke/story/dance or whatever
They still have their kiss at midnight
The first year they have no kids at home, they end up babysitting their grandsons, and just like when their own kids were little, they put them to bed early and split a bottle of wine and have their new years kiss
Basically midnight means a new years kiss and then a lie in the next morning
An exploration of Angelina and George's life after the war. How do two friends, brought together by grief, grow their relationship into a romance? Mainly Angelina, George and their crew, with a touch of Hermione/ Ron and Harry/Ginny. Rated M/E
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Angelina Johnson/George Weasley
Characters: Angelina Johnson, George Weasley, Fred Weasley II
Additional Tags: Romantic Fluff, Marriage Proposal
Summary:
Summary: A collection of oneshots chronicling George and Angelina's time as parents.
Chapter 1 | Read on AO3
Preview:
“What do you want to name him?” Angelina asked softly.
Maneuvering the baby to the baby to the crock of his left arm, George wiped his eyes with sleeve of his shirt and shook his head. They hadn’t been able to decide on that. They’d turned a dozen names over between them, but none of them had seemed to fit; George never dared to suggest the one name that always felt right to him.
“I dunno, Ange,” he said. “Nothing seems good enough.”
idk if you do canon couples or not, but could I request 6☆ and 7☆ from the prompt list with angelina and george
George and Angie are the cannon couple I’ve written the most! This one is my personal favorite.
And as for your request, yes
6☆ And to think they call you a prude
7☆ Here? With your family around?
18+ only, minors DNI
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These two are at her cousin’s baby’s Christening.
(Side note I have headcannon her mother/grandmother/aunties are very religious)
Anyways, Angie was surprised George was eager to tag along, and despite her persistent efforts to get him to admit some ulterior motive, he’s held a strong front of casual interest
In actuality, there’ve been far too many instances where they’re holed up in The Burrow or surrounded by his siblings and Angie’s hands have wondered
Down his pants at dinner, scratching the back of his neck in the lounge, teasing his waistline in his shared room with Fred. Too many memories which make him burn cherry red while she giggles with devious pride
No more
He’s had enough
George trails behind her on the way to the garden tent, teasingly tracing the pleats of her skirt, snickering when she swats his hand and raises a brow.
“What are you playing at, mister?”
“Nothing, I just like your dress. You look nice. Also, your mother’s waving at us”
He keeps this up for most all of the ceremony, drawing circles on her shoulder near the strap of her dress, grasping her thigh and slowly inching up, teasing the zipper on her back once everyone’s outside, ghosting over the base of her neck while she congratulated the baby’s parents.
She gives them a sweet smile, politely excuses the both of them before grabbing his hand and storming back into the church.
George gives half hearted complaints along the way. “Angie my arm!”, “Since when are chasers this strong?”, “Darling if you wanted a word you could’ve just ask.”
She doesn’t stop till they’re back in the empty nave, shoving him into the nearest seat before hurriedly lifting her dress.
George snickers, leaning back with his arms stretched along the back of the pew. “Baby are you sure? Here? With your family around?”
“Yes, you gloating git, I’m sure.” She settles herself above his lap, eyes lit with greed as she watches him loosen his slacks and relieve his throbbing cock.
He pumps a few times before dragging his head through her messy lips, grinning when she whines. “Don’t tease me, George! And you’d better stay quiet too.”
“Quiet?” George grips her hips, thrusting in to the hilt while she hisses in shock, nails digging into his shoulders. “What for, what’s the matter?”
He sets a tantalizingly slow pace, letting her feel every ridge and vein in his cock as he works her over, pulling her hips down in synch with every one of his upward thrusts.
The church is silent save their stifled moans and gushing arousal, rhythmically interrupted by skin slapping against skin.
George laughs breathlessly as her eyes roll, teeth digging into her lips to stifle her loudest moan yet. “You doing alright sweetie?”
“Shut up George.”
He chuckles again, chest heaving for breath, eyes twinkling as she forcefully takes control, working herself up and down his length. “What’s the problem, love?”
Angelina’s eyes darken, gaze narrowing on his haughty smirk. “I said,” a hand lurching forward to clamp over his mouth, “Shut.up.”
George’s entire body quivers from her lustful gaze, the bench shaking beneath them as she ups her speed. George hisses a string of curses against her palm, groaning lowly when a broken mewl escapes her. “And to think they call you a prude.”
She hears him clearly despite the muzzle, smiling before moving her hand for a soft kiss.
A kiss which quickly grows heavy, George’s hand on the back of her head so he can keep her still while exploring her mouth with his tongue.
George flips them so she’s splashed across the bench, snapping his hips into hers with brutal determination
To see, hear, feel her cum.
Something about how she shakes, eyes glazed and little whimpers floating from her mouth. The vulnerability in her pleasure just sets him off
Truly, it gets him beyond hard, makes him leak and throb when she gushes and trembles like that
Though it’s somehow more intense now, her whimpered cries sending him headfirst into his own release, thighs trembling as he holds himself above her and moans into her mouth
She returns to consciousness before he does, pulling him down to rest against her chest. When he comes to, the first thing he registers are her fingers in his hair, his lips against her collarbone. “We’ve got to go back out there. Though I’m not sure how.”
And he chuckles, laughs. Bellows into a fit she watches with furrowed brow.
“What, y-you, you need some tips on how to face your family after that? Because I can certainly help in that department.”
