Måneskin oneshots REQUEST OPEN

Day 30- Self worth/ Self Love (T.R. & V.DA)

Okay, this is two oneshots in one. So they'll eventually be shorter individually.

Let's start with Thomas.

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You were born in a family that doesn't love you. You were an accident. Your father and your mother had one night stand and got pregnant with you. They were from two very conservative families so they were forced to marry and raise you.

Some people told you that your mother tried multiple times to indulge a miscarriage. Before you had spent your first breath, you were a mistake.

And that was written deeply into your skull. The shouts, the hate, the pain, all of what your parents made you go through resulted in the person you were today.

When you were little, you would pass your days at your grandma's house. Those were the bright times of your life. You don't remember much of it, only flashes. Buy you can still feel the warm feeling of running around, her giving you some things to do in the farm, and making you learn new skills. But you also remember the wrenching gut feeling of having to come back home when the sun was gone. You were sometimes wishing for the sun to never disappear, to not leave you and make place for the moon. Useless.
You would come back home to shouts and insults, broken glass and sometimes objects thrown at you.

Your grandmother always told you that from the worst persons are sometimes born the greatest. How you wish she was right about you.

According to some people, you were kind, helpful. Nothing, absolutely nothing was wrong with you. Well ok the surface, because deep inside you were keeping on with a heart split in two.

As soon as you got 18, you left the family house with the promise of never ever coming back. You worked hard with the help of a friend and got a musical degree in Rome. From then you just did small shows around the city. That's how you actually met them.

They were taking some time to relax around the city when Vic proposed to go to a new bar that just opened. They were all sat a table, listening to some music when your little arrival was announced. You were the pianist of that bar.
You are dressed in a sparkly black dress with a very high split. Your makeup is also very dark and you sparkle on the scene. You start to play with your gloved hands, you look around the bar, you make eye contact with a blond boy.

You nod at him in respect and he nods back. He seems absolutely mesmerized by what's happening. You don't act like it but your heart is beating really fast.
They stayed the all night watching you and in your cabin, he came to visit to congratulate you and that's how it all started.

It has now been 9 months along his side, it took him quite some time to build up the confidence and ask you out. You never told him about your past and didn't intend to do so.

You were with the group, at at a bar, having fun. You and Ethan weren't drinking that much, being the chaperones.

You never liked alcohol. It reminded you of your father. On days were he would get paid, he would grumble and dring his pain away. Your mother, knowing that, would leave you alone. So you ended up taking the hits at only 6 years old. So you swore to yourself to never drink.

Your boyfriend only thought that you didn't like alcohol and that it made you sick. He was very far from reality.

So here you were at the bar. It was almost empty, just the group with friends and you. And a man hunched over the bar next to unnumbered beers.

Soon they were pretty much tipsy. At first you didn't mind because it was soft. Thomas was making you dance a miserable tango and Damiano dragged you over the piano where he asked to play 'Back to Black'. With the alcohol, his voice sounded even deeper and perfect. You enjoyed that moment as he walked around the piano, doing silly things while singing. You felt at your place, you winked over at Thomas and maybe your eyes tricked you. But you were almost sure to have noticed the tint of pink on his cheeks.