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The Torn Creature

Prompt: A vampire trapped in an ancient painting becomes fixated on a modern-day curator who discovers the artwork. The vampire's obsession crosses the boundaries of time and art as they seek a way to escape their prison.

Theme: mystery

Warning: vampire, death, blood

Word Count: 418 words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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It took great courage—and a lot of pain—to restrain myself from giving in to the lust for killing. Only to save my soul and do penance for my sins did I place myself into this prison. This sweet prison of delightful passion and admiration from all human beings. I hoped to rot, to remain more dead than alive. To exist as a ghost or a muse that never existed; to live on as a scary tale parents whisper to their children at night.

To save humanity, I trapped myself inside a painting. To endure my being as art—art that Mother Nature created to destroy itself. I am her most fatal flaw. I am not natural.

As the soulless creature I have become, I deserve to suffer for the eternity of the universe’s existence. My crimes cannot be forgiven, nor can they be forgotten. I killed and tortured simply for the pleasure of my own twisted, immortal being. Just to play God. Just to remain undead. All for the simple, opulent price of bittersweet blood.

Simple autumn days are my favorite. When the air turns crisp and a soft breeze greets you the moment you step out of your cozy home. The leaves turn gold and crimson, falling to the ground and crunching underfoot. Gentle raindrops trace paths down to the earth, only to be dried by the sun, then return again the next day. All of it is beautiful—even if I haven't truly experienced it for centuries.

Oh, what I would give just to have one romantic walk on an autumn evening with a loved one.

It is also the quietest season in the museum where I remain, unseen and still, trying not to harm the world I once plagued. This is the time of year when I feel most torn apart. But this year... something changed. My priorities shifted.

It was like every other day. Nothing out of the ordinary. People came, people went.

But she stayed.

She was like the moon—dark in solitude, but glowing brighter than ever in the presence of the sun. And in that moment, I decided: I wanted to be her sun. I freed myself from my self-imposed prison.

Even if my actions seemed selfless in that moment, the truth is far darker. I did it because I am a selfish, soulless creature cursed to remain undead.

And the saddest fact of all? If I exist… I am doomed to extinguish all human life.

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The Phantom’s Kiss

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: A brilliant FBI agent goes undercover to catch a phantom art thief—only to find himself entangled in a dangerous dance of seduction, secrets, and stolen hearts.

Genre: mystery, romance

Warning: kiss, art thief, seduction

Word Count: 994 words

Note: Hey cuties! I'm back. Sorry for being inactive for so long. Just had a creative writing block. This isn't my best work, but I really wanted to post something. So here you go! Also currently started my 5th book or smth (I really should stick to one and finish a draft)

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. Not proofread.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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A ghost. This art thief was a ghost. Spencer couldn’t think otherwise. One moment he was there, and the next—gone. Gone with the art. The exclusive, prestigious art. His job was to catch the thief… but how do you catch a phantom? Someone who doesn’t exist?

Spencer Reid adjusted his cufflinks nervously, his heart pounding as he stepped into the grand foyer of the city’s most prestigious art gallery. Dressed in a tailored suit, he looked every bit the part of a wealthy art enthusiast, but his mind was focused on the mission.

As an FBI agent, Spencer had been assigned to work undercover to catch an elusive thief who had been targeting galleries across the city. Posing as a wealthy collector, he was determined to uncover the mystery behind the stolen masterpieces and bring the thief to justice. Just a simple job, he told himself.

The gallery buzzed with excitement as guests mingled among priceless pieces. The moon shone brightly through the towering glass windows, casting silver beams across polished marble floors. The building stood tall and modern in the heart of the bustling city. Spencer moved through the crowd, his keen eyes scanning for anything unusual.

“Art—it’s art that makes us feel the most, isn’t it?”

Spencer’s eyes widened slightly at the soft voice beside him. A beautiful woman stood staring at a Monet, her chocolate-brown eyes fixed on the canvas with an intensity that drew him in. She wore an elegant gown that hugged her curves perfectly. There was something about her—a mysterious, sophisticated aura, yet she felt oddly familiar.

He took a deep breath. He regretted it immediately. She smelled like heaven. He cursed under his breath.

“Yes… art is truly a gift. Most people don’t value it enough,” he replied, overwhelmed by the addicting scent lingering in the air. How would her lips feel? he wondered briefly.

“It’s a beautiful painting, isn’t it?” he continued, nodding toward the canvas, his eyes shimmering with curiosity.

With elegance, the woman turned to him and gave a soft, knowing smile. Spencer felt a jolt through his entire body. He needed to know who she was.

“Yes,” she replied in a melodic voice. “But beauty can be deceiving, don’t you think?”

And just like that, she was gone—melted into the crowd, as though she’d never been there. Like an illusion. Like a muse he’d imagined.

For weeks, the thief remained silent. Spencer grew frustrated—not only because the case had gone cold, but because he couldn’t stop thinking about her and their encounter. The mysterious woman haunted his mind, his body, his life.

Then, suddenly, the thief struck again. But this time, it was a less valuable painting—not consistent with the usual pattern. Spencer crouched in his fitted suit, examining a bit of dust beneath the space where the painting had hung.

“This was a clean and quick job… How did you do this?” he muttered to himself.

As he examined the wall, a familiar scent hit him. That same scent. His head snapped up—and there she was.

She smiled gently, her red lips teasing. Spencer stood quickly, brushing imaginary dust off his suit.

Could it be her? Could she be the art thief he’s been chasing? But it was her perfume at the crime scene. Her signature.

The biggest event of the year had arrived. Spencer adjusted his cufflinks nervously as he stepped into the grand foyer again. His hair neatly styled, his suit perfectly tailored—he blended in among the city’s elite collectors. But all he could think about was her. The woman from three weeks ago.

He was sure of one thing: the art thief would strike tonight.

“Good evening, Agent,” a familiar voice purred beside him.

Spencer froze.

She stood close—too close. Smiling like she knew everything.

His voice was barely a breath. “Who are you, really?”

“The phantom you’ve been searching for, my love,” she murmured, her red lips barely moving.

Spencer’s mind spun. She knew who he was. But how?

Her lips brushed his ear. “Come with me, darling.”

He should arrest her. His rational mind screamed it. But his body betrayed him. In a trance, he followed. He couldn’t help it.

She took his hand—his large, rough hand engulfed in her delicate one—and led him away from the crowd. Down an empty corridor, quiet and hidden.

“How…” his voice cracked, “How could you do this?”

She brushed her hands up his chest and pushed him gently against the wall. Her touch feeling like fire on his body.

“But darling,” she smirked, tilting her head, “it was so much fun playing with you.”

She kissed his neck—soft and slow. Spencer shuddered, unsure of what to do. His hands hovered before finding her waist. Her lips continued their trail upward. He groaned, torn between duty and desire.

She kissed the corner of his mouth, her brown eyes locked with his.

“What do you want?” she whispered. Her red lips teasing him.

Yes… what did he want? Maybe he doesn’t know. He just knows he needs her touch now or his body might burn.

“You,” he breathed, his back arching toward her.

She smirked. She knew she had him. Without warning, she kissed him—hard.

Spencer gasped, shocked by the intensity. He grabbed the back of her head, his fingers tangling in her hair. He pulled her closer. Her tongue teased at his lips, and he let her in. Letting her consume him.

“I don’t even know your name,” he murmured against her lips.

“You don’t need to,” she whispered.

And just like before, she vanished into thin air.

Gone in an instant. Spencer stood breathless, confused, wanting more.

Leaning back against the wall, he exhaled deeply, his fingers raking through his hair in frustration.

But now he was sure. No matter what she did. He didn’t care.

He needed her.

His muse. His phantom. His new, dangerous obsession.

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🎀 Info & Masterlist

Hey I'm Aurora ! Welcome to by writing blog. I hope you enjoy your stay here <3

Request: OPEN

I will try to upload as frequently as possible.

Masterlist:

♡ - smut  ❀ - fluff  ☆ – angst

CRIMINAL MINDS

SPENCER REID

♡ Faux Love, Real Hearts - You and Spencer must pose as a couple for a mission. However, one question remains: why does he keep calling you 'love'?

♡ A Tale of two Minds - The seemingly shy Dr. Spencer Reid is interrupting you at the library, but don't let his quiet demeanor fool you...

♡ The Phantom’s Kiss - A brilliant FBI agent goes undercover to catch a phantom art thief—only to find himself entangled in a dangerous dance of seduction, secrets, and stolen hearts.

AARON HOTCHNER

❀ Ten Years, One Hello - You save Arron Hotchner, but now comes the awkward part of meeting him after 10 years and maybe he still has feelings…

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A Tale of Two Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: The seemingly shy Dr. Spencer Reid is interrupting you at the library, but don't let his quiet demeanor fool you...

Genre: smut

Warning: crime scenes; talking about murder, heated kiss, made up facts (let me know if I forgot something)

Word 1118 Count: words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. Not proofread.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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The building was huge. The dull grey walls ran through the whole building, seeming to never stop. You could easily get lost in one of the many departments of the FBI. An outsider would declare this building old and labyrinthine. However, for you, it was home or the closest place to one. Of course, you only have limited access as you’re just a trainee. You could only get inside the school side of the building, but you only needed the library to feel safe. Every possible minute of your free time you spend there. Being surrounded by piles of thick complicated books, trying to study every field of knowledge that exists. 

The sternmost part of the library was your favorite. Nobody was there and you could enjoy your peaceful solitude. This was also the part where unsolved closed cases were located. Reading through them, trying to find a repeating pattern, and making an accurate profile. Hoping the police can then find a suspect that fits the criteria. With this method, you have quite a success and solved relatively a lot of cases. That is actually how you got into the special program of the FBI. It all started when you were solving a case of strange murders your local police couldn’t solve. It turned out the priest took justice a bit too personally. You analyzed the victimology of the murders and started to make a profile. The police just needed forensic evidence, which luckily was found quickly. 

As you were nearly done with your profile on a murder case, in deep focus, someone disturbed your beloved peace. 

“You know sitting on the ground could raise your potential of getting sick by over 18%.” A shy voice stated.

Letting out a breath, you snapped your head around just to see a guy with long blond curly hair. You lowered your glance a bit and saw his ID Card. Your eyes shot open. You're on your feet within a few seconds. “This can’t be true, can it?” you thought.

“You’re Dr. Spencer Reid!”, you said, a bit too enthusiastic.

He backed up a bit, startled by your elation. He hesitantly nods his head. Of course, you heard of him, like everybody did. Maybe you liked him a bit too much, like not everybody did. 

He worked at the Behavioral Analysis Unit (BAU) of the FBI and was also a professor at the academy. One of his most impressive traits was undoubtedly his intelligence. It was hard not to be impressed by the breadth and depth of his knowledge, which set him apart from others. You would often hear amazing stories about how his mind solved cases. He was incredibly skilled at what he did and a huge role model for many, also for you. Working with him was always a dream for many and again of course you dream about it too, maybe even more than others. “Suddenly, you remember your position. You’re a forensics student and he was an agent, even a doctor to begin with. Another point would be that you had a crush and didn’t want to scare him away.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I was too excited,” you slowly admitted, locking down.

Embarrassment was written across your chubby face. He took a step closer, gaining confidence. He smelled incredible, masculine yet fresh and pine. Just like you imagined.

“I see you’re trying to solve the “Lucifer Case” and have you gotten any further with it?”, he asked, trying to break the awkwardness.

You look into his eyes, trying to read him. Confused why he would show any interest in you, you try to find out any motive by analyzing his body language, but you can’t find anything too convincing. A moment later he was standing beside you, looking through the files spread around you on the floor.

“I was just about to finish my profile before you interrupted, Doctor Reid”, you told him quietly. Your shyness got the best of you. 

“Oh, please call me Spencer, Y/N”, he responded promptly, “and I apologize for interrupting you.”

Your cheeks heated up. Looking at him shocked, he looked back smiling. Too astounded to notice that he had called you by your name, which you hadn’t told him yet. 

“Wait, how do you know my name?”, she questioned him embarrassingly late.

His smile got bigger. Even though he was close before, he reduced their distance some more. Now your back was pressing against the bookshelf, unable to escape his intense gaze. 

“Your reputation precedes you, Miss Y/L/N.” he hushed seductively. 

You swallowed hard, staying quiet. “What could this mean?”, you thought to yourself. Everybody in the study facility always said Spencer Reid was a shy nerd, but now you’re standing in the library with him towering over you.

“I was very impressed by your profile of the Cryptic Puzzle Killings,” he whispered into your ear, “it was a genius profile.” His voice was sending shivers down your spine.

“Doctor Reid,” you stuttered, but then interrupted you.

“it’s Spencer, remember?” You couldn’t think straight anymore. “I was holding back too long, I couldn’t resist any longer Y/N, please forgive me for my bad-mannered roughness,” he muttered as his lip brushed faintly over your neck. This was the moment your breath stopped. Am I dreaming? 

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he muttered as he placed sloppy kisses around my neck.

“No, don’t stop.” That was the only thing you could say; his hands feeling too good on you. How he griped your hips pressing your hips more into his clothed erection. Feeling his touch like hot burns all over your body.

“I needed to use this opportunity,” he breathed .

As you wanted to reply to his confession, all of a sudden, another voice was calling for Spencer.  Your cheeks flushed even more at the thought of getting caught with Spencer at this situation.

“Spencer, I said I would talk to her!” A stern voice was speaking with such authority. 

Spencer quickly stepped back, taking all his warmth with him. You were looking around, overwhelmed with the situation, trying to figure out what was happening. Still feeling hot after your heated situation with Dr. Reid. Spencer was now around two meters apart from you, smiling at you shyly. His duality will kill you someday. 

“Hotch I am here,” he quickly yelled back.

Whispering a quick apology to you before the tall black-haired guy showed up before us. His firm eyes looked into yours. He was standing in front of you with a straight face. Frankly, he seemed like a strict guy who didn’t understand any jokes. You’re starting to get the feeling that you did something bad. Your mouth got dry.

“Are you Y/N/Y/L/N?” the man asked you.

You nodded your head skeptically. Unsure of what consequences it might bring.

“I am Aaron Hotch, Supervisory Special Agent and Unit Chief of the BAU,” he continued, “And I am asking you Y/N to join the team of the BAU.”

Your head began to spin. 

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Faux Love, Real Hearts

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Spencer must pose as a couple for a mission. However, one question remains: why does he keep calling you 'love'?

Genre: smut

Warning: talking about a criminal case, making out, fake dating (let me know if I forgot something)

Word Count: 882 words

A/N: As always, any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language. 

Anyway, enjoy :)

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You blushed yesterday, you blushed today and you most definitely will blush tomorrow. You simply will never get used to his soft voice whispering: “Sorry, love.” 

 As he calmly brushes past you. You will never get used to his rough hands brushing against your skin from time to time. You will never get used to his soft backrubs or his light kisses against your forehead. Perhaps it’s better this way. If you’re used to his permanent presence your heart would break into two when this mission ends. When all of this ends. Every day you’re hoping that the mission is continued another day, just to be with him. And for a certain time, it did work; until it didn’t anymore.

For more than a year, you have been working in the Behavioral Unit (BAU) department of the FBI. As an aspiring Agent, you are willing to do anything to save people. The team welcomed you warmly, always helping you where they could since you were the youngest member. You feel safe because you know they will always have your back. Yet nothing could have prepared you for your latest mission. The mission where you and Spencer had to fake a romantic relationship. Spencer was a good boyfriend; a fake one sadly.

This unsub is targeting young couples, so the team decided you and Spencer would be the best ones to fit his victimology. Quickly you move into a fake house that isn’t yours; drive a fake car and act like a fake couple deeply in love with each other.

“Are you ready to go to bed, darling?”, shouted Spencer down from your shared bedroom.

It was a comfortable room with a carpeted floor and a large king-size bed. Oh, how you loved this bed; nevertheless, nothing compares to sleeping beside Spencer. Your sleep quality improving enormously. Maybe Spencer has to do with it...

Without answering you went up, already in your pyjamas ready to get a good night’s sleep in. Today you search through lots of recordings in hopes of finding a lead in the case; Spencer of course helping you, but how could anybody read faster than Reid himself? You collapse onto the bed, feeling utterly exhausted. The slender nerdy boy, with his thick-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, is deeply engrossed in his book. Every now and then, he looks up from his reading, his bright eyes shining with a gentle smile that warms your heart.

“You must be absolutely tired, love.”

“God, yeah,” you laugh awkwardly. A strange silence surrounded them.

“Come here,” he opened his arms gesturing her to come closer. 

She found herself in a state of confusion, uncertain of what to do next. As she lay there, she couldn't help but feel drawn towards Reid's comforting presence. She knew that cuddling with him would be unprofessional, but his warm embrace felt like a safe haven that she longed to be in. The conflicting thoughts in her mind left her feeling torn and indecisive, so she stayed where she was.

Since she didn’t come closer, he decided to drew closer to her. His hot breath tickled her neck as he whispered against her ears sending shivers down her spine: "You know we have to act like a real couple, you want to catch this unsub, don’t you?”  

She gulped silently. Of course, she wanted to catch this motherfucker who’s been killing around D.C., however, all she could think right now was how close Spencer was and how his hot breath felt amazing against her neck. 

“Spencer…,” was the only thing she could whisper back.

His hands grip her waist lovingly, bringing her closer to him.

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head softly.

Another gulp. Feeling hot all over her body, you tried to think a straight thought, but how can you think rationally when a hot FBI agent's body is nearly pressed against yours? Particularly Spencers hot body.

“Kiss me, Spencer.”

Without a second of hesitation, he crashed his lips against yours. Like a starved man, his kiss was impatient and rough, in contrast to the delicate touch of his hands all over your body. You could feel his warm big hands exploring every inch of your body. Oh, how good it felt.

“Fuck, I wanted to do this since day one,” he cursed against your lips before softly biting them. His tongue teased your lips, wanting to enter your mouth. Gently you open your lips and your and his tongue dance together. His soft lips moved their way down to your jaw, then your neck where they stayed for a bit, nibbling at your flesh. You reached for his curls, gripping them which he responded with a moan. 

“If I had to act like this stupid fake couple thing again I would absolutely, do it, just to taste your sweet lips, love.” He smiled against your neck.

“Wait,” you pushed him a bit away from you, “you don’t enjoy this fake dating?”

He took a deep breath. Panic started washing over you. Of course, he wouldn't like your back, what do you think? 

"No". His angelic voice brought you back from your negative thoughts: “I would like more if we were dating real.”

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Ten Years, One Hello

Pairing: Aaron Hotch x Fem!Reader

Summary: You save Arron Hotchner, but now comes the awkward part of meeting him after 10 years and maybe he still has feelings…

Theme: Fluff

Warning: unsub death, kiss,

Word Count: 727 words

this was inspired by this prompt by @promptlyprompting

A/N: this is my first fic. It’s a bit short, but any criticism is very welcome. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes. English is not my first language.

Anyway, enjoy :)

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"Not a word for ten years, and this is how you say hello?" 

It was the first thing Aaron said, after catching his breath.

It was pitch dark outside. The soft breeze of the typical autumn wind was hitting Y/ N's face directly, which made her eyes a bit teary. Normal people would be deep in their slumber at this time. She decided to step a bit closer to him. Her body instantly relaxed a bit. She was holding her breath until now. She dropped her gun. 

"Sorry, Hotch, I couldn’t let you die, couldn’t I?"

She spoke with such a soft voice.

The voice he missed for years. Nevertheless, he had to admit to himself that he yearned for her voice. Her pretty Y/E/C eyes always looked so warm yet intense. Oh, how he missed her face, how he missed her in general.

"Thank you", he admitted, a bit embarrassed. It wasn’t typical that he was the one who needed to be saved. Normally, he is the one who tries to keep everyone around him safe. Regardless, today was different.

Y/N shot the unsub twice, technically saving Hotch's life, who would have been shot to death. He didn’t wear his bulletproof vest and had no team behind him. The unsub surprised him and he surprised the unsub. He was just on his way home. Enjoying the last warm days of autumn.

With a big step, he closed the last space between both of them. His large hands were brushing gently against the bleeding laceration on Y/N's temple. A sharp inhale could be heard from her side. He quickly dropped his hands back, still remaining tensed.

"It’s fine, I just tripped and fell in a stupid way". She serenely reassured him. 

"Why did you come back?", asked the man, raising an eyebrow and being genially interested. He wanted to know. Losing her was one of the most painful experiences of his career. 

She is the most intelligent woman Hotch has ever met, yet she is kind, funny, and hardworking, never seeming overwhelmed. Not only that, but she loved her work until she didn’t. 

She started working for the FBI at a very young age. The story of how she was spotted is an unusual one. Oddly, she was discovered at a lecture on criminology. From this day on did the FBI everything in their power to get her into their program. Her talent struck everyone. Her empathy to feel inside an unsub's mind wasn’t like anything they had seen before. She was the hero of the FBI until one day she decided to go. She basically vanished from the scene. Aaron didn’t even have the time to say goodbye; nobody did.

Now she looked directly into his eyes.

"You couldn’t solve the case; I just needed to help; I couldn’t let you destroy yourself for this".

The last part was just a breath, but he still understood everything.

She just came back for one case, not for him. His heart clenched, and he broke eye contact, disappointed in her. She stepped away, but he couldn’t let her go. 

"Not this time," he thought. 

With a quick, precise movement, he grabbed her wrist, turning her around with a swing. Her mouth left a quick squeal out of surprise. He was never this forward back in the old days. Her small protest was promptly prevented by his lips pressing against hers. Aaron was kissing her with such passion that the movie characters would be jealous. He was too impatient to kiss her slowly, he wanted to kiss her for over 10 years. Now that he finally gave in, he couldn’t hold back. His body was still tense and hot, just like hers. Blood was rising into Y/N’s cheeks. Although she initially didn’t want to give in, she quickly decided to give in, melting into the heated kiss. Too overwhelmed by the sudden passion of hers, he pulled her closer by her hips, getting a soft moan from her in return. With his body pressing against hers, he tries to get her as close as possible. Even though he didn’t want this to end, he finally broke the kiss. Both of them tried to catch their breath, maintaining deep eye contact, and simply enjoyed the calming silence. He’s still holding her firmly, as close as possible. His hand rested on her hips, drawing loose circles.

He broke the silence.

"I couldn’t let you go, couldn't I?", he smiled.

She laughed and returned the smile.