Be My Slave (Måneskin Fanfiction // Damiano Victoria Ethan Thomas)

number 21: usa

multimedia: Miss June

Hi!! I can't express how happy I am thanks to the comments I received on the last chapter and waking up to see 4K reads.

Thank you all, truly.

Also is it just me or the girl from the video above SCREAMS JUNE? ALL OF THE CLIPS look like a trailer for Be My Slave to me lmao

Enjoy,

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I woke up at the hotel. I saw Thomas and Ethan curled up at the couch, sleeping. I was alone on the big bed. Neither Victoria, nor Damiano were anywhere to be seen. I find myself smiling without knowing. It felt good to wake up like this.

I got out of bed. I don't remember when I had put the over-sized shirt on. I got out of bed, trying not to wake Ethan and Thomas up. Though they looked peaceful and comfortable while sleeping, I felt bad for them spending the night at couch. They had shit tons of money and they'd booked a luxurious hotel but my "last minute" appearance had made them sleep on the fucking couch.

I found my luggage resting on the floor. I picked up a few clothes to wear. I wore my tight black dress with spaghetti straps, my fishnets and Doc Martens. I put my hair into a pony tail because they looked pretty bad thanks to the 10 hour flight.

I heard the bathroom door open. I looked at the door and saw Damiano coming out.

"Morning," I said. Cheerfully. Seeing the sincere smile on his face had brightened my day.

"Buongiorno," he replied.

After a while, Thomas and Ethan had woke up as well. Thomas came near me and wrapped his hand around my shoulders. Even though the youngest, he was still taller than me. He gave me a kiss on the hair.

"Dov'è Victoria?" he said, asking where Victoria was. I curled my lips, I didn't know where she was. It didn't take her long to show up. She entered the hotel room silently.

"I woke up early so I went to the hotel terrace. New York has a great view." she said carelessly.

"Let's make the most of it," Damiano said. He looked like he had a lot going on in his mind.

"What's that mean?" Ethan asked. He looked confused. His long hair was tied up in a bun. His collarbones and light olive skin literally were shining.

"I say let's discover the city," Damiano talked now in Italian.

"What about the press?" I said also in Italian which kinda got their attention. Victoria shrugged, "What about them?" she said as if it really didn't matter but it did.

"It took us so long to bring you here. We're not gonna let you rot in the hotel cell," Victoria said.

"Agreed," Damiano said. And that was the end of conversation. We left the hotel once everyone was ready. They all were so good at convincing that I never could win an argument against them. Or maybe it was because I was under their influence too much. Didn't mind either way.

We skipped the Hotel's breakfast. A true New Yorker -according to tv shows at least- must had breakfast with street food. Mainly bagel. And so we did.

We grabbed ourselves something to eat and drink. Then we went to the Times Square, the famous stair. We sat down and ate what we bought. Talking about this and that. I'd realized Ethan and Thomas were more confident about their English. Me trying to talk in Italian helped them to try to talk in English.

Their presence was not as big of as I was afraid of. I'd realize our picture taken and of course there were people who wanted me to take their photos with the members but the city was so crowded. Too crowded with busy people that most of them didn't care the world outside them. So it was still fun to go around, without being violated too much.

While walking around, we saw some street singers. I'd realized all of them had taken a minute to think about everything. Comparing where they used to be, and where they were now.

"Shit," Victoria spoke with amazement, "This was us, not more than a 4 years ago."

"It's unbelievable," Ethan said.

I saw Thomas walking near them. He looked at us, expecting us to follow him. So we did.

He went near the street singers who were at most 17-18 years of age. Thomas went near them and started to talk. I couldn't hear exactly. After a couple of minutes he looked at us, calling Victoria near.

"Vic, can you come and help," he said in Italian. Victoria went near them started to talk. Rest of us were standing across the sidewalk. I don't know what they talked about but I could see the excitement from the performers' faces.

I smiled when they started to sing Raggamufin (W.N.: Måneskin's street performance to this song is pretty good.)

I saw the pure joy, pride and longing in all their eyes. I could guess what they were feeling. That they were thinking about the road they took to achieve where they were today.

"They are talented," I said to Damiano who was standing next to me. I felt his hand grabbing mine, as if he needed it to stay still.

"They are." he said proudly.

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Hi y'all. Just wanted to write a chill non-chatoic chapter that involves all of them. I do think it was much needed after the previous 4-5 chapters.

I love them sm. I'm proud of them.