CLOVER ! 20s | she/they — multifandom: hq, jjba, jjk, capcom, etc. ASKS (O) REQS (X) m.list (tba)
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Claire Keane

@theartofmadeline
DEAR READER
RMH
Xuebing Du
Jules of Nature
Today's Document
Monterey Bay Aquarium
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Janaina Medeiros
hello vonnie
ojovivo
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
almost home

Product Placement
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
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Kiana Khansmith
i don't do bad sauce passes
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CLOVER ! 20s | she/they — multifandom: hq, jjba, jjk, capcom, etc. ASKS (O) REQS (X) m.list (tba)
content @cloverque. any form of edits, plagiarism, translation, external promotion are prohibited.
im home!
it's time for spring cleaning.. well, it's quite overdue now, isn't it? hehe. i'm back to write my stories in this blog!
i left a while ago to pursue a different genre of writing. things didn't quite work out for me despite my success, and i've missed the comfort of this old handle. it's sad that most of my friends here have departed. i wish everyone the best in their respective journeys.
that said, with the steel ball run anime announced, i've decided to try to rewrite and finish some of my unfinished pieces! including a super old fic series on wpad.
ahem, anyway. a lot has changed; i'd like to think i'm doing way better now mentally. things truly do get better overtime. anyways, hi everyone! it's clover and i'm so happy to be back <3 i'll be writing for many fandoms at once, so let's have fun! regardless of the interactions i'll receive, i really look forward to sharing my work wif everyone again.
up on tokio hill (msby bj)
masterlist, ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)
upon arriving in tokio hill, a misunderstanding occurs the moment you show up. your new housemates seem like a lot to deal with– and a lot more handsome than you expected. but things will work out, will it not?
5488 words
“I swear I’ll call security on ya if ya don’t leave right now!” The blonde man before you shook his phone in the air, ready to fulfil his threat. His orbs were flaming with the fury of a thousand suns and his face was pulled back to a snarl– he looked like he was ready to drop-kick you out of the house itself.
“I’m sure this is a misunderstanding. I don’t even know what’s going on!” You held up your hands defensively and stood firmly (as much as you could without shaking).
The urge to take flight in the face of a livid, insanely handsome dude was so strong that you may just leave the country altogether. This was definitely not the way you imagined your first day at the share-house would go.
“Everyone calm down!” Another man begged. Behind the silver haired man is an oven with smoke leaking out of. His hands were held up as well, like the scene in Jurassic World and the raptors.
For the love of the gods, Uncle Tai, what have I gotten myself into…?
up on tokio hill (msby bj)
masterlist, prologue
1256 words
People will believe in whatever they want. Human minds are fickle– they will take your words as truth then turn against you the moment they please. Naturally, their beliefs and biases fuel their actions. If they hold you dearly, they are likely to side with you, even if you’re wrong. And if they hate you… Well, they will go out of their way to destroy everything you have.
Night’s gentle beams failed to penetrate the thick binds that lined along your window. Wrapped in blankets, you sat at the foot of your bed. You hid in its welcoming shadows, clutching yourself. Just like Eve after she had consumed the fruit of knowledge, you shook like a leaf with grief. Your body shivered as you sobbed into your phone.
“I tried everything, Uncle Tai… Hic… I-I swear!” You blew your nose into a tissue. The thin sheet of fiber was clearly overused; it was soaked through. You clenched it in your fist nevertheless and shook it. “My manager said there was n-nothing she could do…”
The line was mostly silent besides episodic sighs. On the other side of the phone, your uncle was seated in a bubbling jacuzzi under a blanket of stars. He swirled his sparkling glass of mojito. His phone was sandwiched between his ear and shoulder.
“So let me get this straight. Your agency fired you over a scandal involving a series of explicit content… That was anonymously posted by someone impersonating you?"
up on tokio hill (msby bj)
synopsis: your days as japan's top vtuber are over after a spicy scandal. with your contract terminated (and lease expiring), you decide to leave the past behind and relocate to osaka. located in the quiet suburbs of tokio hill, you move into a share house owned by your uncle, under the impression that your fellow tenants are unassuming and withdrawn like you. unbeknownst to you, four famous athletes are living under one roof. and with you in the picture, this makes five.
multi-chapter series ft. msby bj and other hq!! characters (social media + writing)
slice of life, shoujo-genre ish, the boys always get into questionable situations
masterlist.
prologue
ch 1: the newbie is our new housemaid! (not)
to where the willows weep (richter belmont)
masterlist, teaser
645 words
To Richter, vampires were categorised into two archetypes: evil and super effing evil. After hundreds of fights against these foul creatures, he realised that there was no such thing as a harmless vampire. How could a blood-drinking monster possibly be a good Samaritan, really? How could a monster that lived off the blood of sentient, living beings be anything but evil?
The probability of such a creature existing was nil, none, nada. Long ago he learnt the hard way that vampires were all evil. There was no in between. No room for negotiation.
When he wielded his mother’s whip for the first time– he swore on his family’s name that he would vanquish all vampires he encountered. There would be no mercy shown to these creatures of the night, for they were undeserving.
to where the willows weep (richter belmont)
synopsis: in search of a rare willow, an apothecary sails from her homeland in the east to france. she lacks a bodyguard, and rumour has it that a certain young man in the town of machecoul is up for hire. so long as you have the money, that is.
multi-chapter short series, pre-nocturne
18th century, may be historically inaccurate (but i will try my best), mix povs, kind of gory!, more of a personal self-insert so it won't be inclusive of all ethnicities, setting is inspired by the netflix animated series… not konami's video games
masterlist.
teaser
paper heart (prosciutto)
masterlist, ch 2: the wolf and its flower
the aftermath of the party still bothers you until this day. nevertheless, with only one day left before take off, you decide to get your head in the game. but who would you meet in the streets of naples today...?
2795 words
The sun's shining a little brighter than usual today, you thought. From the cracks between your fingers, you gazed at the sky. In your grasp was a lacy parasol, which you promptly opened up and held overhead. A pair of children kicked a ball past you and ran into the alley you stepped out from.
The weather forecast stated that today would be a sunny day with no clouds in sight. They were right for the most part; but there was no way this summer heat was just thirty degrees celsius.
As you strolled down the streets of Naples, you thought about the gala– a numbing memory that burned itself in the corners of your mind. You stopped at a pedestrian crossing, staring pointedly at the traffic light. Glaring red flashed languidly.
Giorno and you had not spoken since that day. Shortly after meeting his fiancé, you slipped away using your stand. Knowing Giogio, he was sure to notice something was amiss, especially when you missed this week's tea party. But he never reached out once.
I wonder if he even cares.
paper heart (prosciutto)
masterlist, ch 1: panic at the gala
shortly after you were assigned the mission, giorno cordially invited you to a gala. seeing as how you'll be away from the group for a while, you decided to take part, just this time.
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After we moisturise, the next step is to apply sunscreen. I use this brand from Dior– the latest Diorsnow sunscreen with UV protection!
You sat on your bathroom counter, swinging your feet. With a Youtube video playing on your phone, you gently patted sunscreen into your face. The girl in the video– a young lady with rich pink hair– showcased a white tube. Yours sat on your lap while other products were scattered on the counter.
I'm a huge fan of this brand. I always buy their best sellers and give them to my best friends.
You smiled knowingly. As the girl on the screen rambled, you began touching up on your face. Just the bare minimum, seeing as how you were already late.
During your meeting with Giorno, which occurred a week ago, he invited you to a party he was hosting. He had handed you a formal invitation, like always: a letter stamped with a wax seal. To attend or not to attend– you sat on the fence until the last minute.
paper heart (prosciutto)
masterlist, prologue
1011 words
The Escort Team– a top secret group in Passione. They were tasked with transporting people, such as influential figures and politicians. At times, they even took charge of material objects. The identities of the small but capable group were known to few, their faces a hushed topic among the mafiosos. To summarise, their exploits were countless and they were considered Passione's elite.
At times, due to the varying talents of the members, they assisted other groups in missions. Some of their members doubled as trackers or medics. Among them stood an extraordinary member, a stand user. And that same member was–
"(y/n)."
paper heart (prosciutto)
synopsis: when a mysterious flower is found among the members of passione, you are deployed on a mission to investigate its origin. as a member of the elite escort team- and as one of giorno’s confidants- he pairs you up with a member of the hitman team: prosciutto. the suspect is a scheming diplomat, and the two of you must work together to solve this mystery. your deadline is within 250 days, and aboard a world touring cruise, the two of you must pretend to be a married couple aboard and assimilate into the suspect's circle. to make matters worse, the greatest trial may not be unearthing the flower's origins, but of love.
a multi-chapter series, a vento aureo spin off
minors do not read, please! gorey depictions, lore-heavy, reader's traits are heavily inspired by my oc, draws connection to purple haze feedback and other works of fiction
masterlist.
prologue
ch 1: panic at the gala
ch 2: the wolf and its flower
masterlist, next
People will believe in whatever they want. Human minds are fickle– they will take your words as truth then turn against you the next second. Naturally, their beliefs and biases fuel their actions. If they hold you close, they will probably side with you, even if you’re wrong. And if they hate you… Well, they will go out of their way to destroy everything you have.
Wrapped in blankets, you sat at the foot of your bed. Night’s gentle beams failed to penetrate the thick binds that lined along your window. The abyss resided in the bedroom and you hid in its shadows. And just like Eve after consuming the fruit of knowledge, you shook like a leaf with grief. Your body shivered as you sobbed into your phone.
“it’s raining again,” atsumu realises with furrowed brows. the male burrows his face deeper into a throw pillow, “could ya help close the windows?”
you put down your phone and do as he says, sliding all the windows shut in each room. after fumbling a little with the one in the kitchen because of its loose handles, you shuffle over to the balcony in the living room.
the door is halfway closed when you stop, gasping. atsumu peers up from his pillow to look at you with tired yet questioning eyes.
“is the door stuck again?” he mutters when you do not move, and hauls himself out of the chair. “i swear… this is the third time this month–”
he comes to a standstill behind you, amber eyes flitting to the rainfall then the glowing sky. droplets pitter patters on the tiles.
living with the four rising stars of the msby bj is an everyday disaster. you’ve walked in when atsumu was changing a couple times, with reactions varying between: ‘knock first, dumbass!’ and ‘like what you see?’ strange animals find their way into the house because bokuto invites them in while sakusa hogs the only bathroom in the mornings with his arduous skin care routine. and hinata… well, sometimes he forgets to lock the toilet door and you’ve seen some unforgettable things.
you’ve gotten used to the sight of half naked men loitering in the common areas, and even when miya flexes his biceps with that cheeky smirk of his, you can’t find it in yourself to blush anymore. hinata and bokuto’s kitchen shenanigans on weekends usually result in sakusa having to fervently pray that his teammates wouldn’t start a fire and burn the house to the ground.
once they, or more like the three of them, held a party with the other black jackals. let’s just say you did most of the clean up with sakusa, the other three being two wasted. you learn that atsumu holds his liquor the worst, followed by bokuto then hinata. some of you even consider adopting one of the exotic animals that wandered into the backyard, but the germaphobe called SPCA and with a tearful bokuto, you all bid it goodbye.
it’s been raining a lot recently, especially at night. atsumu, who is usually a deep sleeper, would sometimes wake up because of the thunderstorm. after scrambling to shut the windows and balconies close, he would flop back onto bed in exhaustion. then he would snuggle into the warmth of your sleeping body. with a heavy arm draped around your waist, the man would bury his face into your hair and inhale, exhale, then close his eyes. sleep comes easily for him afterwards.
in short, your study date with daishō was a disaster. the cafe you had planned to visit was closed for an emergency, then while wondering the busy streets it began to rain. one thing lead to another and now you were here at familymart, trying to drown out the thunderstorm raging outside the konbini.
your books laid sprawled out on the counter, long forgotten as you stared at the gloomy streets beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the convenience store. slouched on a barstool, you rested your chin on your folded arms.
“today was going to be perfect,” you muttered under your breath. today was meant to be a day spent with your boyfriend, in a cosy café, doing homework while eating scrumptious cake, and then ending the day with a walk downtown. but now…
gritting your teeth, you glared at the rain outside; the culprit of your ruined plans. curse you, dumb weather! you face-planted into the wooden top with a deep groan, rattling it.
on the day of onigiri miya’s grand opening, nobody came. perhaps it was the raging thunderstorm outside that deterred people from stepping onto the streets, but it was a depressing first day. it was just miya osamu and a demure granny at the register in the small restaurant most of the day, until a drenched lady in black and while tumbled into the resto.
after a series of political events in your law firm, you fell out with your boss and resigned that day. you were in a drunken stupor when you stepped out of the bar, into the rain, and sought shelter in onigiri miya, albeit blindly. you collapsed onto the floorboards with your suit clinging to your flushed skin. osamu ended up carrying you upstairs to his bedroom (the building had a total of two floors) and nursed you back to health.
your friendship grew with him from there– you thanked him by helping to advertise the place, began work at onigiri miya while firm hunting, represented him in court because of a lawsuit by his greedy landlord, met his twin and accidentally confessed to the wrong brother and more shenanigans a lawyer shouldn’t have been involved in.
he sat on a fence for a while regarding his feelings but an arrange marriage by your parents woke osamu up. on the day your partner proposed, he butted in and ruined your partner’s day with his abrupt confession. luckily for osamu, you felt the same way.