Hey! I saw your headcanons about what Fred and George love. Could you do what Ron loves? Or Percy? Maybe all the Weasley children if you’re up to it? :)
Sorry for the late response, I've been bad at checking Tumblr lately #BadMod. I hope these are worth the wait.
When Ron was first born, he loved his mother.
The way she would hold him tucked against her shoulder, while he breathed in her sweet milky scent.
It was a rare occasion when he let her put him down, he always wanted to be held.
She sang the best lullabies.
When Ron was a toddler, he loved his brothers.
His mother was preoccupied with the new baby, but his older brothers always made sure he was entertained and happy.
Bill would swing him through the air, and Percy would read him stories.
Fred and George pulled his hair a lot, but he still liked them anyway.
When Ron was a young child, he loved his room.
It was small, and it was hot, but it was his.
It had all of his cool things in it - from Quidditch newspaper clippings, to an impressive Chocolate Frog Card Collection, to a tadpole tank, to his Chudley Cannons bedspread.
And at least he didn't have to share with Percy.
When Ron was an older child, he loved his rat.
Yes, it was an old, scrawny, mangy looking thing... but he wasn't so bad.
He liked feeding Scabbers treats and table scraps, and scratching that spot behind his ear that he liked.
And he always knew he had someone who would listen to him, no matter what.
When Ron was a teenager, he loved his friends.
He never thought in a million years thought he would one day be best friends with the most famous boy in the entire Wizarding world, but he was.
Not that it mattered, he didn't care that Harry was famous, he just liked him.
Hermione, Neville, Seamus, Dean, and even Luna too.
He supposed he could have had a worse group to associate himself with.
When Ron was a young adult, he loved Hermione.
The way her nose crinkled when she laughed, or how her tongue peeked out the corner of her mouth when she concentrated.
He loved every little thing about her, even if she did drive him batty most of the time.
Funnily enough, she seemed to like him too.
When Ron was an adult, he loved his children.
Rosie was a little firecracker, with his red hair and her mother's sharp tongue.
Hugo was more reserved, his nose always in a book, but with Ron's bright blue eyes.
He stayed at home with them while Hermione worked, and he wouldn't have had it any other way.
He loved being the one to witness first steps and first words, and his babies gave the best cuddles.
He cried every time he sent them off to Hogwarts, but would never admit it.
When he was an old man, Ron loved many things.
He loved his mother, his siblings, his room, his pets, his friends, his wife, his children, and everything in between.
He may have had rough patches in his life, but all in all, he had a pretty good one.
Above all else, Ron learned to love himself, and he loved his life.
