Like Father, Like Daughter: SqualoLike Father, Like Daughter: Squalo by S0urM00finz
An assassin should be swift. An assassin should be tough. An assassin should be clever. An assassin should not be hard of hearing.
Most people succumb to hearing loss when they're older and have lived a long and fulfilling life. You, however, started losing your hearing very early in life. You attribute this to the constant shroud of deafening noises around you. During your training as a toddler, your papa always shouted at you despite the fact that you trained in swordsmanship, which is close-combat. So with his constant yelling right in your face, your hearing easily deteriorated. It didn't hinder you that much in life or in combat. You were good at reading lips, a skill you had to learn in order to survive and your eyesight was better than 20/20 in order to make up for your hearing loss. The only downside was that your social skills were a bit impaired but that's only due to most of your conversations consisting of "What was that?" or "Huh? Come again?"
Like Father, Like Daughter: XanxusLike Father, Like Daughter: Xanxus by S0urM00finz
A second child is always viewed as less important, especially when succession is involved.
Unlike most children who grow up in a normal house with a mom and dad, you were born in and grew up in a huge mansion full of big and scary men. In your simple 3-year-old mind, you knew you were someone's daughter and sister. The men in the mansion often spoke of your papa and older brother, but you had no idea who they were. No one ever really spoke to you, only about you. As such, you had no idea who your papa or brother could be since no one bothered to tell you. Lussuria always took care of your needs and you knew he wasn't your papa. He always cooed about someone called "Boss" paying attention to one thing but not the other. You didn't have an inkling of who or what he was talking about, but even then, Lussuria always took care of you, but never paid attention to you. Thus he and everyone else never noticed your speech development problem.
By the time your we
Like Father, Like Daughter: DinoLike Father, Like Daughter: Dino by S0urM00finz
"Young Miss [Name], perhaps you would prefer to step outside for a nice lunch in garden rather than being cooped up in your room?"
"Young Miss, your father won't be happy knowing that you haven't left your room in a number of days!"
Dino watched fretfully as numerous maids tried to coax you out of your room. They were utterly unsuccessful and Dino could only sigh. He hadn't seen you in a while now, but that was partially his fault for always being away from home. His wife, your mother, told him not to fret over you since you usually spent your days in the comfort of your room with a book or some video games. But your dad wouldn't have it, and constantly worried about your well-being.
Truth be told, your dad had no idea what you were like. The two of you barely saw each other, the last time Dino had a good, long look at your face was maybe 2 years ago, before the chaos with the Millefiore Family erupted. But even before then, you dad never really spent any time with yo
Mountain Top Himuro X ReaderMountain Top Himuro X Reader by S0urM00finz
It gets lonely at the top of the mountain where nobody dares to climb.
You were nothing more than an empty-headed academic. You were alone, metaphorically and physically. To those around you, you were either on a pedestal too high to reach or below the very dirt of the planet. To most, you were on a level all your own, able to calculate high levels of math such a quantum physics within seconds in your head and fluently speak in over 20 languages. Your pedestal was too high, too challenging to reach, so most gave up. To others, you were a condescendingly quiet girl, whose ideas were too advanced in today's simple world, to be shared. You were above speaking and interacting with the average, everyday person. Those were the two molds for your personality in middle school. For whatever reason, no one dared to approach you and you were lonely. Yes, you were not above admitting you were lonely.
In high school, you hoped you could leave all that behind. Go
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