𝐓𝐫𝛐𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 ➳ 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐲

Tattoo Time

Cwtch
- More than a cuddle or a hug, one that makes someone feel very happy and safe

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"Fred, you can go to bed," Lynnea chuckled as she watched the boy struggling to keep his eyes open while his head kept drooping over the now empty cup of tea. 

"But you ha-ha-ha..." Fred was cut off by his yawn so she took the cup from him and began washing it, he was definitely too tired to have another cup. 

"Had a nightmare... and well it was bad enough for you to not want to sleep again. So I'm staying up with you," Fred said. It was quite surprising that he was able to keep a sentence up for that long. 

"Since when did you become so nice," Lynnea picked up a dishcloth to dry off the cup and turned around only to find Fred standing right behind her. 

"I can show you just how nice I can be," He whispered in a low voice while placing his hands on the counter around her. That was definitely a complete turn for him. Lynnea lifted one of his hands and walked under it so she could put the cup back in its place. 

"That's more like your usual self." The room was beginning to get a little cold for the small shirt that Lynnea was currently wearing so she unhooked the kitchen door and basked in the rising sunlight for a couple of seconds before shutting it completely. 

"You just like getting flirted with," Fred grabbed her cup and began washing it for her. 

"Well, who doesn't." 

"Good point, do you know what time it is?" Fred asked while handing her the cup and Lynnea dried it off with the dishcloth she still had over her shoulder. 

"Almost five, we could make breakfast for your mom?" Lynnea began cleaning the tea infuser while Fred began looking through the different cabinets. 

"Think I heard a little Akepa sing about you being horrible in a kitchen," Fred laughed while heaving out a large bag of oats. 

"Akepa?" Lynnea's voice was full of confusion and she stopped what she was doing to look at him.

"It's a bird." 

"I know but how do you know?" Lynnea laughed while Fred filled a pot with a little water and turned on the stove.

"You're always yapping away and sometimes I don't zone out completely," Fred shrugged while measuring a cup of oats and putting it into the pot. 

"I'm not always yapping and I'm not horrible in the kitchen," Lynnea laughed with her arms crossed over her chest. 

"Yeah, the first is definitely a lie so I'm not trusting you to make this," Fred sent her a satisfied Cheshire cat grin. She swept her tongue across her lips and shook her head before she could no longer keep in her laughter. 

"You're annoying," Lynnea said before walking outside to check whether or not the chickens had laid any eggs. The wind had calmed down a little and was now creating a nice rustling in the trees instead of whirling her halfway across the yard. 

Most of the chickens were still asleep but except for a few we were happily clucking around on the floor. The ones still asleep did not even care when she lifted them to check for eggs. There were only four eggs though so they should probably make all of them for Mrs Weasley and then the person getting up first could eat the rest. 

The chickens seemed quite happy to be let back out and while Lynnea went back inside they began pecking at the ground and happily clucking. The eggs were still warm which was nice but also somewhat strange.