Good Day, Mr. Morrigan

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A/N: I don't know. I needed 18th century stable boy Morgan and stuffy, rich, book addict Reid. Let's make pretend no racism or slavery because I just want to write an angsty romantic sexy stable boy fic for my OTP? Is that too much to ask?!

This is in no particular country or specific date in time or anything because I didn't feel like researching. I pretty much just went balls to the walls with this one.

I wrote it at like three in the morning last night with no beta and just uploaded it without thinking, so this could very well be the most grammatically correct thing you've read all year. All mistakes are my own.

Work Text:

Good Day, Mr. Morrigan

Dr. Spencer Reid was a man of conviction, kindness, and brilliance. Throughout the land, he was known as such, far and wide. Most of his extensive fame had come from his published works. Nearly one hundred of his articles and theses were published before he had turned eighteen, and when he had taken a break from lessons to adopt his mother's estate in her sickness, he had written hat cases full of them in two months' time. A learned man such as he whom was never seen without a book in his hand, gave many lectures, conducted done readings, visited schools, and more. He was praised by the scholars of the day, and was quickly becoming a legend for being the prodigy of his time.

While most of his fame, as stated, did come from his published works, there were two other things the doctor was well known for: his wealth and his marital status.

His mother was Mrs. Diana Reid, widow of the late Sir William Reid, and she had come from old money. Receiving her current estate from her father as a wedding gift, they had been blessed with a large house, fifty acres of fertile land, and a small farm and stable. She had started to become sickly when Dr. Reid was around eight years old, and to soothe her delusions, she would garden and tend to the animals. Before she had known it, her stock had grown quite large. They traded and bought more land along the way and they were looking at such a very large chunk of space, that the young doctor as a child was given every opportunity to be as big a hermit as he could manage during his time away from school.

His mother's sickness had gotten worse, and Dr. Reid took time away from his studies in London to come home and watch over her. She could no longer tend to the gardens and the doctor killed every plant he touched, so he had hired a very capable woman to do it for them. The goat, sheep, chickens, and horses also needed tending, and a scholar like Dr. Reid was hopeless when it came to keeping them in line, so he hired a very trustworthy stable boy through his gardener to keep everything in line.

Dr. Reid was at the young age of twenty-six, and was receiving letter after letter from women (and their fathers) whom wanted his attention. The look of wealth, brilliance, and esteem was very attractive to them, and he was of age to look for a bride. He really should have begun to attend those parties, meet those parents, ask for a woman's hand. But, the man was so skittish, nervous, quiet, and frankly… he had become quite good at coming up with excuses for his absence.

Rumor had it, the young man was far too busy at the time with his work, or caring for his mother to search for a woman to marry. Other rumor had it, he wasn't interested in marriage at all.

Strange thing was, both rumors were true.

The doctor was busy. His mother needed seeing to, and marriage was the furthest thing from his mind.

At first, his head was so full of equations and studies, that he hadn't the time to consider what his life would be like after he stopped working. Dr. Reid could hardly imagine life without his books! Why would he slow down when he was just hitting his stride! He had learned medicine, astronomy, chemistry, mathematics, and there was far more out there for him to learn. He couldn't be expected to just give it all away for some foolish, giggling girl, could he? No, he wouldn't. He shouldn't. He couldn't. So, he put romance on pause, not seeing the glamour in it all.