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

number 26: breath

Hiyaa! I'm back with a new chapter.

Do you like the improving bonds amongst June and the others' ? (Especially with Damiano lol)

Also stay tuned, Thomas appreciation chapter is not so far away. It'll come around eventually.

I don't know how long is the story supposed to be. Would it be better if I wrote this one for a while and make it really long or should I just write what I have planned and make a finale. (Not near soon though dw) Then maybe I can start new fictions if you're interested. 

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content warning: romanticizing smoking. might be triggering if you are in addiction recovery <3 stay safe

I stopped breathing. I had this huge weight off of my chest. I truly couldn't believe the words he said. I couldn't say anything.

He didn't look like he was expecting me to say anything. He looked like he just said what he needed to without waiting for anything in return.

He offered me a cigarette which I gladly took. There were times when cigarette helped me to breathe. Sometimes, air seemed so hard to breath in. As if my body couldn't function. But cigarette was a substantial air that I could carry around. As if I had asthma and cigarettes were my inhalers. (W.N: not me craving cigarette right now even though I don't smoke regularly//often)

It also worked to keep my mouth occupied. Preventing me to say something I shouldn't have said. I looked at Damiano, directly to his light brown eyes. I saw his defined jawline tighten. I hoped he would understand my thoughts without needing me to express them verbally.  Because I knew I couldn't.

He didn't say anything else but I saw his smile through his eyes. We had communicated enough to understand each other. There was no need to say anything else.

Luckily, their rehearsal time had arrived. So we went there. He didn't tell me to not to go with them this time. I knew I would overthink if I was left alone so I followed him to the studio. I was used to watching them rehearse, record and sing. It was a great distraction from the outside world. Now, however I needed distraction from my own inner world.

When we arrived to the studio, everyone was there except Ethan. There was also a girl, sitting on Thomas's lap.

"What the fuck Thomas?" said Damiano once we entered. "Couldn't you wait until the rehearsals are done?"

I saw Thomas looking at me. I didn't want to think about what he meant. I tried not to understand what he implied by those looks. Because if I did, it would hurt. And I didn't need any more emotional conflicts in my life.

I saw the girl being offended my Damiano's words so she got up of his laps hurriedly, rushing through the door. It was when Ethan was entering to the room so they kinda bumped into each other because they were both inattentive.

Damiano was still looking angrily at Thomas. He didn't say anything and shrugged.

Vic clapped her hands, "Let's get to work. No time to lose."

"Yeah, sure whatever." Ethan said, walking through his drum set.

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Now that I had gotten it figured out with Damiano, all I could think about when they were rehearsing was Thomas and Ethan.

I needed to talk to them as well. I wanted to do it without a translator chaperone. I knew it would be hard but we knew how to understand each other. We always had, for the last year and a half. They had helped me with so many of my problems that I owed them the same.

On the way back home, It was good to see Damiano was back at himself. He still was slightly gloomy but he was better than he did before. Now that he was feeling better I could see him focus on others' problems. We had decided to walk home and not drive with their car.

Ethan was walking at the front, Thomas was a couple steps behind him. I was walking with Victoria when Damiano came and divided us by standing in between us, putting one arm to my shoulder and other to hers.

"Good to see you are alive again," Victoria said, looking at the smile on his face. "What happened?"

I felt Damiano's eyes looking by me. "Marlena happened," he said carelessly. Vic looked confused but didn't interrogate.

"What's wrong with these dudes?" Damiano asked. Pointing at Thomas and Ethan. His arm was still over my shoulder so in order to point them, he had put a part of his weight on me.

"Dunno," I said. "Thomas is weird since New York, Ethan's not himself since we arrived."

"I tried to talk to them," Vic said. I didn't know she did. "They both say everything is fine."

"Well it clearly isn't," Damiano said rolling his lips. He looked at Victoria first, then he looked at me. He looked at Thomas and Ethan finally before saying,

"Mommy Måneskin, Unregistered Måneskin," he said, now looking at us one by one again.  "Operation Måneskin is now declared by the Voice Måneskin,"

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I love how Damiano turned into a dork all of a sudden.