“Greetings detective! I’ve come to steal your heart once more—“ “Ah, welcome back home love!” (OxO // Fluff // Smut)

So… for those of you who know me will probably know that I have a special place in my heart for the animes ‘Detective Conan’ and ‘Magic Kaito 1412’… yes, that’s basically it—

«Premise of the Story»

Heroes and villains.
Protagonists and antagonists.
Detectives and thieves.

Some things were never meant to be from the very start, and yet when two lines that shouldn’t meet finally touch, what is created is none other than what is known as guilty pleasure. When your greatest enemy becomes the person who you love, what will you do? When the most infamous thief in town steals your heart along with jewelry, what will you do?

«Notes»

I don’t really have gender pairs for the characters in mind so any will do honestly. I also want this to be somewhat mature (not exactly explicit if you’re uncomfortable with that) while still being sweet and sensual and all that jazz. Anyways, yes, I just crave the romance and the concept of ‘forbidden’ love.

(Well hello there! I’d say yes right away but if I may, could I see a sample of your writing first? Just so I know what I’m working with. Oh, do you have any triggers?)

(Thank youuuuu~)

(Right, first off, that sample is definitely a yes. And good news that none of those triggers will appear, like, at all. Now, do you want to be the thief or the detective? I can do either. Oh and, would you like a template? Sorry if I’m asking a lot of questions (“ . .))

(That would be just fine!)

Name :
Age :
Gender :
Sexual Orientation :
Physical Appearance :
Personality :
Likings :
Dislikes :
Others :

(Oh, I should probably ask these two first. What gender pair are you thinking of playing? And uh… somewhat explicit smut or very little smut?)

Name : Donovan Rosefield
Age : 22
Gender : Male
Sexual Orientation : Bisexual (more towards men)
Physical Appearance : He’s 5’11, his dyed purple hair is often messy and all over the place. He has black marks under his dark brown eyes as he’s always up late at night researching crimes and sometimes investigating crime scenes. He’s got a slightly muscled look on his lightly pale body.
Personality : Donovan does not talk much most people but he’s analytical and a critical thinker by nature. However, he’s quite talkative to people he likes and will most likely act like a bubbly boy whenever he’s around people he loves. He’s not extremely emotional, but he can become so if he’s stressed out.
Likings : Catching criminals, Knowing he’s right, Cats, Hugs
Dislikes : Failing, Being taken advantage of, Being proven wrong, Feeling weak
Others : n/a

(Shall I get a starter up for us?)

(Alrightyyyy, also oof for the zoom call)

It was nine at night, approximately. The stars were not shining as brightly as they usually were, as the full moon was stealing their spotlight. Despite the bright nocturnal shine, the police were extremely cautious about their surroundings. They knew that it was on nights like these that the infamous local thief was to strike. Along with the police forces was Donovan Rosefield, a young but extremely talented detective. He was with a number of police officers who were guiding the most expensive jewel within the museum showcase event they were in.

Donovan had asked the officers that he would leave the room for a smoke, despite being a man who did not smoke at all. They let him head out through the fire exit to which he headed up to the rooftop to get a personal surveillance of the place. ’Show yourself, thief…’ he thought, looking around.

(Oh, welcome!)

The detective soon made his way back into the building, making his way into the jewelry showcase room where many of the police officers were. A call was made to them, saying that the outside group needed more men and so they went out of the room, leaving only a handful of officers inside with the detective. Donovan sighed softly and was the one closest to the jewel. “The thief could come in at any time and they still need men for ‘patrol’… what a joke,” he murmured with a shake of his head and a small laugh. The police officers all turned to the detective at that point, leaving the entrance of the showcase room open without surveillance.

The detective turned back to the officers as they went back to being on ‘surveillance’. Donovan though did not seem happy, taking out a small pistol and holding it as he stood by the jewel himself. Another call was made by the police chief, calling the remaining men inside to go out as they had found who they thought was the thief, leaving Donovan alone in the jewelry showcase room. With a sigh, and with his weapon still at hand, he began walking slow circles around the jewel.
“Are you here? Are you not? Are you here? Are you not?” He repeated with a small grin on his face until he eventually came to a stop, pointing his gun towards a certain direction. “We can make this a lot easier mister. Just show yourself,” the detective called out, pointing his gun barrel towards where Parsley was hiding.

The detective’s eyes widened for a moment, still keeping his gun aimed towards the thief. “Right, well for one, I’m not a cop and two, I don’t have handcuffs nor the right to hold firearms so technically I’m breaking the law right now,” he sighed and stepped away from the thief, not yet putting his gun down though. “You’re a famous one aren’t you? How many treasures have you stolen already?” The detective asked, eyeing the entrance of the showcase room in case a policeman had decided to come in. ’I should call out for help already… why am I even talking to him?’

The detective looked at Parsley for a long moment before they sighed and very slowly lowered their weapon. “Look, I’ve been following your cases since you stole the golden necklace from the rich men showcase and I’ve gotta be honest, I am quite a fan of your work. Despite that, you are still a criminal and that still means I ought to catch you which, to be fair, I somewhat don’t want to since I have a lot of fun with your cases,” he sighed, keeping his weapon and keeping his empty hands in front of him. “Anyways, you do realize that you can’t escape that easily, right? The outside is all packed with officers and other members of security,” except for the rooftop—

“Oh please, I know you have a trick up your sleeve,” the detective sighed, moving back a bit more to lean against the wall of the showcase room. “Listen,” Donovan had breathed out. “You’re better than to just let yourself be caught. Just because I, a detective, found you doesn’t mean you have to get arrested,” in reality, the detective just didn’t want the man to get arrested for his own personal reason. He enjoyed researching cases like these, especially those which were arranged and prepared with much detail like those done by Parsley. He sighed softly. “Then again, I can’t help you since it is against the law for me to do so,” he went over a bit closer to the thief, looking around warily before he stood on his tiptoes in front of Parsley. “The rooftop doesn’t have surveillance, neither does the way up,” he whispered.

The detective watched as Parsley went away, sighing softly as some of the police officers came back in not long after he left. “The thief escaped up to the rooftop, I couldn’t follow him,” Donovan spoke, pretending that he was having a panic attack. The officers followed the thief up to the rooftop, only to find no one there.

Approximately an hour later, the police officers had left and Donovan was free to go home. He made his way down the street, glancing out every now and then as he felt a bit paranoid about his surroundings. He eventually reached his apartment room, unlocking the door but not yet walking in. He had heard sounds like footsteps coming up the stairs of the apartment and had turned to see who it was. He was half expecting to see the thief follow him all the way here, despite how unlikely that possibility was. What am I thinking… of course he wouldn’t be here. Why would he be?