#dad ron

[mrslivingston]

Ron Livingston being the best dad in Holly (2006)

[be11atrixthestrange]

The Quiet

Ron & Hugo's annual shopping trip turns into an understated moment of bonding. Written for @thedistantdusk for the 2021 HPRomione Discord Secret Santa Exchange! <3

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The Quiet

Entering Flourish and Blotts in the few weeks prior to Christmas always gives Ron a jolt of deja vu. The smell of ink and old parchment unleashes memories of cozy December evenings, Hermione reading by the fire, her feet shoved into woolen socks, and a mug of tea steaming from a nearby table. She could sit in silence for hours, lost in a book, listening to nothing but the crackling flames.

In the past, Ron always preferred to spend cold winter evenings on the Quidditch pitch to revel in the solitude — it was the only way he could appreciate the quiet. Growing up with six siblings meant silence was rare, and as a result, he couldn't help but talk when in the presence of others.

They passed these preferences onto their children. Rosie is a lot like him — she can't sit next to someone without talking to them, and she wouldn't be caught dead cozying up by a fire if there's an empty Quidditch pitch nearby. But Hugo? He's his mother's son, through and through. He developed the same flaming red hair, freckled face, and lanky frame as Ron, but has no idea how to hold a broomstick, let alone ride one.

Both Hermione and Rosie are working odd hours this holiday season, so the Annual Granger-Weasley Christmas Shopping Event has turned into a party of two. Ron is grateful for the extra time with Hugo, as it's been way too long since they've really talked. Luckily, the benefit of being both a dad and former Auror is that Ron's observation skills are top-notch, so they don't really need to talk. But it would be nice.

"So," says Ron, breaking the silence between them. "Who's on your Christmas list this year?"

Hugo's had the same core group of friends since year one — Chloe, Ruby, and Ethan — which renders the question unnecessary. Ron asks anyway.

"Same as last year," confirms Hugo.

Although his social circle has remained relatively unchanged, there have been minor shifts, but only in the way he speaks of his friends, not in the friends themselves. Ron and Hermione always notice these changes, remembering the fluidity of their own friendship over the years. It would be a lie to say they've never made assumptions about their son's relationships, always wondering if any bonds were strengthening into something more.

They observed closely when Hugo would invite Chloe and Ruby over for the holidays, watching with even more interest when it was just one of the girls. They took note of the gifts Hugo would purchase for them, listened to the way he'd talk about them, and looked for a sparkle in his eye when they reunited after summer holidays. As Hugo entered his teenage years, they expected something to happen.

It was a few factors — Hugo's uncontrolled blushing, the increased frequency of dinner invitations, and the extra time he spent on his letters — that they recognized as signs of a budding romance, but it wasn't with either of the girls.

Hugo had never confirmed anything, but neither Ron nor Hermione had ever asked. There's no point in doing so now — Hugo's a man of a few words, and it's just one of those things that parents already know.

Ron follows Hugo deeper into the store. Like his mother, he seems to know Flourish and Blotts like the back of his hand. He pauses at an aisle of fancy writing implements, leather bound journals, and inkwells. As usual, they've set a strict budget for each gift, so when Ron finds Hugo eyeing an expensive quill set he approaches the topic gently.

"Those are really nice," says Ron.

"Aren't they?"

Hugo examines the collection of five quills, each of a different color. There's room for a custom engraving, which is hopefully included in the price. It's a beautiful set — something he might purchase for Hermione.

"We can't get a set for all three of your friends," says Ron, pointing to the ten galleon price tag.

"I know."

"Then maybe we should look at a few other options," he suggests, with a twist of guilt in his stomach. Sure, they could afford a set for every friend — technically — but it's never too early to teach kids how to manage money. Ron had to learn that by necessity growing up, and now that they live more comfortably, he worries his kids will miss out on that important knowledge.

"I only want to buy one. I'll still have enough money left over for Chloe and Ruby's gifts," says Hugo as he continues to examine the quill set.

Ron tries to mask the smile tugging at his lips — he always hated his own father's knowing grin whenever Ron would mention Hermione. He would have loved to pretend his dad was ignorant of Ron's budding romantic feelings, but that simply wasn't the case. "So these are for Ethan, then?"

Hugo nods.

"Well, it's a very nice gift for a friend," says Ron, instantly regretting his suggestive tone when Hugo looks away.

"Well, we've been friends for six years," says Hugo with an air of defensiveness that reminds Ron of himself trying to explain purchasing a bottle of perfume for Hermione back in year five.

He can't help but wonder if Hugo's trying to lure a certain question. Ron would love for Hugo to simply tell him, but that's not his style. Unfortunately, there's no guidebook on fishing information you already know from your children.

Ron never had to communicate these things — somehow, his dad already seemed to know everything. If he had learned to verbalize it, he might have saved himself some heartache with Hermione. He was always a talker, but not necessarily an effective one.

"Six years, huh?" says Ron, trying to catch Hugo's eye. "You know, your mum and I were friends for seven."

The silence that follows is thick, but doesn't altogether take Ron by surprise. He waits, watching his son from the corner of his eye. The way the color spreads into Hugo's ears, causing them to blend in with his fiery hair, is so familiar. And when Hugo turns away from him, ever so slightly, Ron knows it's only to cover up a smile — the same one Ron would try to hide whenever his own father would subtly suggest he and Hermione were more than friends with an eyebrow raise or a wink.

Eventually, he stopped hiding it — there was no reason to mask his smile when he showed his father the sparkling engagement ring he'd purchased, or asked him to read over his wedding vows, or watched him tear up upon seeing Hermione's first pregnancy scans.

To Ron's delight, Hugo offers him even more than a smile. "Seven years?"

Ron nods. "Yeah. It took us a while to figure it all out."

"Well. Maybe you should have got her a really nice quill set," laughs Hugo before moving on to search for the remaining gifts, his shoulders bouncing with the weightlessness of having the first gift, the main one, already sorted.

It's not exactly a confirmation, but it's not a denial either. It's as though Hugo — very much his mother's son — is treading the line between the two with caution, daring Ron to ask. He never would have guessed that as a father, asking the right questions would turn out to be just as difficult as answering them.

"Have you told him how you feel?" he asks, unsure if the bold question would give him the information he's looking for.

"He already knows."

In typical Hugo fashion, his response is vague, but Ron doesn't push it. Hugo says it with confidence — enough to suggest the two boys have either talked about it, or they don't need to. Maybe Ethan is a man of a few words as well.

"Good," says Ron, before wrapping an arm around Hugo's shoulders and pulling him in. His son groans at the contact but hugs him back anyway.

In a perfect world, Hugo would share every single thought, unprompted. Yet, on the other hand, Ron is growing to appreciate the fact that he doesn't have to. For the first time in a while, the quiet between them no longer feels empty or awkward. Maybe it never was.

[lizzylizzl]

❄️ One night Hermione comes home and finds the whole cottage frozen into an ice cube. Literally everything has a huge thick crust of ice on it. Despite the cold, she can immediately feel sweat streaming down her spine and adrenaline rushing through her veins. Fear takes over and she pulls out her wand. Is this unexplainable ice the reason Ron hasn’t answered her Patronus? Where is her family?

But she gets the answer as soon as she approaches the living room and hears her husband and kids singing a very loud off-tune version of “Let it go”. Relieved she opens the door and finds Ron and Rosie dancing in matching Elsa dresses on a huge self-built ice castle. Crookshanks is dressed up as a very grumpy-looking Olaf and little reindeer Hugo is seated on Ron’s shoulders, beaming under his antlers. When her family notices she’s home, they immediately beckon her over to join them. She smiles and can’t wait to turn into Anna. ❄️

[stjernfaerie]

Dad Weasley Is Our King

cast: 

Hermione - @stuff-of-pi​

Rose - @are-you-being-sirius​

Hugo - @thisaliennerd​

Ron - It me beech

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fin.

[benedettabeby]

How much did Ron cry when his children were born, in a scale from "3 swimming pools" to "the Nile river"?

[askanotherweasley]

(ooc: i was browsing my gif folder and well, i d k, here u go)

[theazkabandreamer]

Silly Daddy

Hermione was struggling to get a squirming Rose into her pram for her dentist appointment with Hermione’s father. Ron could see his wife and daughter were both getting agitated, so he crept up behind Hermione and Rose’s little face lit up at the sight of her father.

Ron began to make silly faces at Rose who stopped squirming and began to giggle. Hermione was able to get her daughter into the pram.

“Is your daddy being silly again, Rosie?” Hermione asked Rose.

“Silly Daddy!” Rose exclaimed happily and Ron stared at his daughter in shock.

“Did you hear that?” Ron asked Hermione, not daring to believe his ears. “She called me a silly daddy!”

“Yes, I’m certain you were probably doing something silly behind my back, love,” Hermione said with a smile.

“That’s the first time she’s ever called me daddy,” Ron said. “I’ve got to tell Harry and Ginny. And George and Bill and-”

“Don’t exhaust yourself, Ron,” Hermione said, shaking her head with a smile. “We might as well tell the whole family.”

“She’s got your brains,” Ron said, looking at Rose proudly who was beaming up at Ron. “I keep telling you she’s got your brains.”

“Yes, she's very intelligent, isn’t she?” Hermione said. “Well, I’ve got to go, Ron otherwise I’ll be late. Thanks for your help, love. I couldn’t do it without you.”

Hermione pecked Ron on the cheek and opened the front door and pushed Rose’s pram out.

Ron grabbed the Floo Powder and threw it into the fireplace where green flames roared to life in the grate. Ron shouted the name of the Potter’s House and stuck his head into the fireplace.

“Hey, Harry!” Ron shouted. “You’d never guess what Rosie called me just now.”