106 or 74, you know all my preferred ships and characters.
106: “I may die if it gets colder.” Federico/Edward.
Edward was a man of sunshine and eternal summers. He lived in a world where woolen mittens, knitted scarves, down coats and white Christmases were things found only in songs and on television.
Federico must have known this when he invited Edward to visit his family during Christmas in Florence.
Which could only mean Federico meant to kill him. Though what purpose that would serve Edward had yet to figure out. What he knew for sure was that–
“I may die if it gets any colder.” He groused, his arms crossed to keep his hands as warm as possible.
Federico smiled at him, indulgent and amused. “It isn’t even that cold.”
Edward flipped him off. “It’s freezing. And I’m going to die if it gets colder.” Federico’s laugh was only further proof that he was out to kill him. The kiss he pressed to his cheek did nothing to convince Edward otherwise. “I’m writing you out of my will.”
“You don’t have a will.” Federico said.
Edward nodded. “Then I will have one written and you won’t get anything.”
“Was I going to get something before?” Federico (the Bastard) asked as he wrapped his arms around Edward’s waist.
“A third of the treasure I had hidden away in a secret vault.” Edward replied flatly and only leaned into Federico’s embrace because he was cold and not for any other reason. “Now I’m giving all of it to Jenny. You won’t get a single piece of rope.”
“How terrible.” Wasn’t even pretending to be worried. “Can I possibly change your mind?” And even though it was a question his hand was sliding lower and lower like a suggestion.
Edward weighed his options (though the scales were already tipped in favour of anything that would make him warmer). “I can give you a chance.” Edward said, pulling Federico’s wandering hands back and leaning away from his mouth that was pressing phantom kisses behind his ear because they were in the yard and Edward knew enough shame to not want to be caught making out by Federico’s mother (or worse, his baby brothetr).
“My room then?” Federico asked (unnecessarily).
Edward shoved him back towards the house. “Stop wasting my time. I’m freezing.”
And shoved him again when Federico just laughed.