#morgan fic

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Antichrist AU

Untitled (excerpt) Fandom: Far Cry 5 Pairing: Joseph x Morgan (pre-relationship) Summary: [Antichrist AU] What is it?

The first time Morgan met Joseph Seed, she felt like there was something wrong with him.

She couldn’t say what, exactly – it was just a sense, looking into his eyes, like the wave of vertigo she got when she looked down the edge of a sheer cliff, or the feeling of looking into a dark cave and being able to tell from the air pressure on her face that it was deep, but not actually being able to see how deep, or what was in it.

But then he put out his hand, and she – she had no actual reason to feel like anything was wrong, and she’d had weird feelings before that meant nothing at all, and she was a police officer – she couldn’t just go around treating people badly according to her whims.  So she took it.

It was warm and solid, like any other hand.  Looking into his eyes, it was suddenly easier to see the blue irises, muscles contracting, rather than just the hole in the middle.

He was a man.  Of course, he was a man.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

You Deserve Better

Characters: Derek Morgan x Reader

Word Count: 1,461

Warnings: angst, minor fluff, anorexia, eating disorders, depression

request: Could you do an imagine where the team finds out the reader is depressed and has relapsed with her ED? Then Derek gets her alone and comforts her. Super fluffy

Summary: You’ve struggled with an eating disorder your entire life. When a case involving women with eating disorders pop up on your radar, you sink back into the hole. Can Derek rescue you in time?

Squares Filled: hurt/comfort for @cmbingo​

Author’s Note: If you have any requests, please send them in! this is unbeta’d and every mistake is all on me.

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Many people know this about you just from how you look, but they never want to judge. They see you even if you have three layers of clothes on. The look in your eyes, your high cheekbones, and your prominent collarbone. They see how sunken in your eyes look, and they immediately judge you for the decisions you made in life.

Yes, you are anorexic, and yes, you have depression. It started at an early age--early enough for your mother to start judging you. She is the sole reason why you have these disorders in the first place. She never missed an opportunity to comment on your weight. If you were over what she thought was acceptable, then you were going to hear it.

“You’re looking a little chubby, Y/N.”

“You may want to lose five to ten pounds if you want people to like you.”

“I’ll buy you all the clothes you want when you’re a four again and not a six.”

Even when you were at a healthy weight for your age, she still made jabs and comments about it. She died a year after you were hospitalized for malnutrition. You thought it would open her eyes and make her see what she’s doing to you. As soon as you got better, she was back to her old ways.  Even though you’re fifty pounds under what you should be at, you still think of yourself as obese. It was bad when you were growing up, but ever since you got into the BAU and met the love of your life, Derek Morgan, it’s gotten a bit better.

He’s been supportive of you through it all, and he’s the reason why you’re in therapy and eating a bit more. It’s not where he hoped you would be at, but it’s a start. The entire BAU team was supportive, but they were nothing like your boyfriend. You’ve been trying to gain fat and muscle, but you still were a bit underweight… okay you were a lot underweight, but you were working on it.

“Hey, I got you this,” Derek said and handed you a bag from McDonald’s.

“What is this?”

“You skipped breakfast this morning. I got you two sausage egg McMuffins. I hope you’re hungry.”

“Thanks, Derek,” you smiled.

You knew it meant a lot to him if you ate it even though you weren't particularly hungry. Okay, maybe you were, but you couldn’t inhale it like you wanted to. This process required baby steps which is perfectly fine with Derek. He’s going to be here until you’re full on running. You took the sandwiches out of the bag, and as soon as you smelled it, your stomach growled. You didn’t mean to miss breakfast; you woke up late. Derek smiled when you took your first bite, and you ate it slowly. He got you two, but you both knew you might not even finish one. It’s the thought that counts.

“Briefing room. We got a case,” Hotch announced as he walked from his office to the conference room.

“I’ll finish the rest later, okay?” you said and placed half of the sandwich down. Everyone from the bullpen entered the conference room, and JJ got started. The case involved an unsub snatching young girls and killing them before dumping their bodies in places he wanted people to see like sidewalks, in people’s yards, etc. It’s surprising how he hasn’t gotten caught yet, but you would do your best to figure out who he is before he can kill another unsuspecting victim.

“Thank goodness you’re here. I just finished with the autopsy,” the medical examiner said once you and Rossi entered the morgue. Both bodies of the victims lay on the table. They looked so peaceful, but that’s not the thing you noticed. They were so skinny and hollow, much like how you were when you first were diagnosed with anorexia.

“What happened to them?” you asked.

“They were starved to death. They weren't given the nutrition they needed, and the killer knew this.”

“How do you know?” Rossi wondered.

“They were snatched from rehab centers. Both women have been diagnosed with eating disorders. It’s how he kidnaps them. I found one of their cards stuffed down her throat since he used it to keep her quiet.”

These girls looked so peaceful now that they were dead. It was a terrible thing to even think about, but maybe you would be happier if you were dead. Even though you’re depressed, you’ve never been suicidal. Sure, the thoughts of dying came and go whenever they pleased, but they never stuck around long enough for you to act on it, much less plan it.

Seeing these girls brought back a rush of unpleasant memories that you wished would stay locked up. A heavy weight laid on your shoulders, and you didn’t speak the rest of the time. Rossi knew this was a touchy subject for you which is why he didn’t really ask about it. He left that up to Derek and told himself to tell him when they met up again.

Rossi told Derek, and he talked to you, but you made it seem like you were doing better. You didn’t want to make him disappointed with you taking a few steps back. You weren't progressing anymore, and you were scared Derek would be so mad at you. In fact, when he brought you food, you would nibble on it to make him happy, but as soon as he was looking away or gone, you’d throw the rest away.

You never had the courage to make yourself throw up. You never took big bites that could force that side of you out. You made everyone think you were eating but threw it out in a trash can far away from everyone else so they wouldn’t know. Your depression got so bad that you had to go home. Hotch knew you weren't okay which is why he let you go home early. If you weren't going to give it your all, then he didn’t want you at all. You understood where he was coming from so you weren't mad when he told you to go home.

Derek didn’t know you went home, and he spent at least ten minutes walking around the whole building to find you. He was passing by the offices of some of the other desk agents on the other side of the bullpen when he noticed something in the trash can. It was the exact plate of food he gave you earlier, and he knew it was yours because it had the ketchup smiley face he drew to make you smile.

Why would you throw this away? Why couldn’t he find you? Oh shit, where were you and what were you doing? He looked around for the first person he knew, and Hotch was walking out of a nearby bathroom.

“Hotch,” he called out. “Where is Y/N?”

“She went home early. I thought you knew.”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Why don’t you make sure she’s okay.”

“Yeah, thanks,” he muttered.

He was already out the door to get back to your shared apartment. He was scared to find out what he might be interrupting, so he rushed back which took him half the time. He used his key to force the door open, but you were nowhere to be found. He could hear your cries in the bedroom, and he lightly jogged into the bedroom.

“Y/N?” he knocked lightly.

“Derek?” you hiccupped.

He walked over to you and knelt on the floor so you could look into his eyes without lifting your head.

“You were doing so well, Y/N. Why are you not eating?”

“Those women, Derek. They had an eating disorder too. I don't know why, but I just couldn’t bring myself to eat,” you cried.

“Hey, you’re doing the best you can. Please don’t compare yourself to anyone.”

“I’m sorry, Derek. I didn't want to disappoint you,” you stuttered.

“Disappoint? You could never, Y/N. Just because you had a setback, doesn’t mean you should give up hope. We just had a minor bump in the road, but we can still work through this.”

“We?” you sniffled.

“You’re not alone in this, Y/N. I am so proud of you. You’re doing such a good job. You’re trying which is all I ask.”

“I don’t deserve you,” you cried once more.

“You deserve everything you could ever hope for. I know you don’t want to eat, but why don’t we try? Even if it’s just a cracker. Baby steps, remember?”

“Baby steps,” you nodded.

Derek leaned up and kissed you softly to let you know he isn’t going anywhere anytime soon. And you didn't want him to.

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[theofficeofsupremegenius]

Feel Better

Morgan x Reid

A/N: This is the first fic I’ve ever written! Hope y’all like it :) (also, if you have any constructive criticism please feel free to tell me)

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“Hey, kid, how you feelin’?” Derek peeked into Spencer’s room, smiling a bit when he saw Spence all wrapped up under a mountain of blankets. His head poked out when he heard Derek, and his brown curls bounced from the movement.

Spencer groaned, and in a raspy voice said “Not good. I wish I could just stay in this bed forever.” The morning light was floating in through the windows, illuminating the floor strewn with books and clothes. Spencer grunted as he pulled yet another book out from under his head and tossed it onto the floor.

“I wish you could too, but you know we’re probably gonna have to go to work tomorrow.” Derek started walking towards the bed.

“No!” Spencer coughed. “Stay back! Studies have shown that respiratory droplets can travel up to six feet. I don’t want to get you sick.”

“It’s okay, don’t worry your pretty little head. I’ve got a great immune system, remember? And…” Derek disappeared behind the door for a second before returning. “I brought you soup!”

Spencer paused. “Okay, bring me the soup, please.”

Derek chuckled. “Come on, sit up, I’ll feed it to you.”

Morgan and Reid had been hanging out a lot lately, and although they hadn’t put any labels on anything, they were basically dating. The entire team knew it, too. They exchanged knowing glances every time Derek left the room exactly 75 seconds after Spencer did, and tried to stifle their laughter every time the two came back wearing each others shirts. Somehow, neither of them had noticed what the team thought. Derek didn’t even notice when Emily took a not-so-sneaky pic of Spencer asleep on his shoulder during a jet ride home.

Derek knelt down by the bed and placed the bowl on Spencer’s lap. He spooned soup into his mouth with one hand and put his other behind Spencer’s heard for support (and so that he could run his hand through his perfectly messy brown locks).

“Did you know,” Spencer began as Derek brought the spoon up to his mouth. Derek sighed and put the spoon back in the bowl. “There was a Roman philosopher named Pliny who thought that kissing a mouse would cure your cold.”

“Hm, I didn’t know that. Would you like me to find a mouse for you?” Derek said sarcastically.

“No, I was just saying.” Spencer giggled and took another sip of soup.

“Speaking of cures, I brought a tangerine for you.” Derek pulled one out of his pocket and set it on Spencer’s nightable. “Get that vitamin C.”

“You kept a tangerine in your pocket? How long has it been in there?” Spencer laughed.

Derek chucked the tangerine at him. “Just eat it, it’s still good!” Derek couldn’t contain his smile as Spencer rolled the tangerine over in his hands, struggling to peel it.

“My nails are too short.” Spencer pouted. He held the tangerine back out to Derek with a hopeful smile.

“Come on, you can’t even peel a tangerine?” Derek shook his head and chuckled.

“I’m sick.” Spencer laid back against his pillows and shut his eyes.

Derek took the tangerine from him and, once peeled, set it on top of Reid’s forehead and put the almost empty bowl of soup down on the nightable.

“Thank you.” Spencer mumbled before taking the tangerine and eating a slice.

Derek couldn’t remember the last time he felt so content. Spencer was just the purest person he had ever met and every moment spent around him felt like a trip to a world where he didn’t have a single worry. And even though he’d pretend to be annoyed by Spencer’s facts, he really did like them. He liked that he learned something new every time he saw him, and he definitely loved seeing Spencer so excited about such random things.

“Alright, I’ve gotta get going now.” Derek kissed him on the forehead and stood up. “I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

“Thanks for helping me today, Morgan.” Spencer looked up at him. “Love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too. Feel better, pretty boy.”

@anisha-r

[deputy-morgan-malone]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Far Cry 5 Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Joseph Seed Additional Tags: Pre-Relationship, no-warrant au, Cults, Cult tactics, Mentions of Stalking, mentions of cult tactics, Mentions of kidnapping, mazes, corn maze, deputy morgan malone (oc) Summary:

In a No-Arrest Warrant world, Deputy Morgan Malone goes to visit a corn maze with her dog. The unexpected is part of the deal.

[deputy-morgan-malone]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Far Cry 5, Far Cry (Video Games) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Female Deputy | Judge/Joseph Seed, Deputy | Judge/Joseph Seed Characters: Joseph Seed, Deputy | Judge (Far Cry), Female Deputy | Judge (Far Cry) Additional Tags: Christmas, Holiday, Holidays, Gifts Summary:

An Eden's Gate Christmas, and the art of compromise.

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Muzzled - Febuwhump Day 3

He tapped his fingers on the table.

Maybe this is the time she’d listen.  Maybe this is the time she’d really hear him - it had been so long, she’d seen so much, he must have gotten through to her in some ways - she might have thought about it, after she left him -

The door opened and Jacob’s great bulk filled the frame.  He pulled her through by the arm -

Oh.

Joseph looked at Jacob, and it was probably only because he knew his brother so well that he detected the slight smirk on his face.

He looked back at Morgan - green eyes darting everywhere over that - cover.  Looking angry and wary, like she always did in a room with him.  She looked away, deliberately, when he met her eyes.

He looked back at Jacob.

“She barely says anything as it is,” he said.

Jacob smirked a little more fully.

“She’s dangerous, Joseph,” he said - trying to sound serious.  And he could see, as his brother said it, it became less of a joke.

Jacob looked back at her.

“Especially with my training.  You should see what she did to her last cellmate.”

Morgan looked away - stiff, still.  Like she did.  Refusing to ask for help.  Mercy.

She was wavering oddly - trying to lean away from Jacob, but also having to steady herself against his grip on her arm, hands tied behind her.

She was dangerous.

But not that dangerous.

“Take it off,” he said to Jacob tiredly.

Jacob gave him a look - half-amused, half-bitter - and pulled her over.  She flinched away from his hands on the leather - in her hair.

There wasn’t a hint of gratitude in her eyes.

(Febuwhump 2023)

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Panic - Febuwhump Day 8

Flames.  Flames licking all around her, heat.  The smell of gasoline.

The helicopter had crashed, and it was burning, and there was something tight, tight, around her waist.

All she could see was fire everywhere, and the smell of hot metal, and the heat like a constant burning wind blowing over her face.

She looked up, and there they were.  Yellow eyes – sunglasses.  Looking down at her.  He was smiling.

He leaned down and pushed her arms against the back of the seat.

“No-one is coming to save you,” he said, clear over the crackling, roaring flames.

She tried to struggle – tried to reach her belt.  She couldn’t breathe, the heat and the smoke.  He was holding her arms, grabbing them as she moved them, and she couldn’t reach her belt, couldn’t reach the clasp.  It dug into her stomach like a gut punch.  He was still smiling.

The flames were everywhere, she couldn’t even see a way out, see past them, and she reached her belt, but she couldn’t get it open, couldn’t get it open –

“Morgan!  Morgan!”

It was dark and she could move her head, but someone was holding her arms.  She fought, thrashed – but they wouldn’t let go.

“Morgan honey, it’s okay!”

It was cold.

It was cold and she stopped. There was a bright light – but it was a torch.  And it was Adelaide’s voice.

It was cold and still.

She breathed. Breathed.  Pulled her arms out of Adelaide’s grip.

Adelaide let her.

Dark and cold and quiet in the bunker, except for the sounds of her breathing.

She saw Adelaide’s face, her golden hair, in the shaft of torchlight.  Watching her, carefully.

Morgan felt her face screw up.

She turned over, towards the wall, away from the light.  She never thought she’d be ashamed of something like this – but here she was.

And she really ought to be used to it, by now.

She raised her hand and put it to her head.

Adelaide just sat on the bunk.

“It’s okay, honey,” she said.  “It’s alright.”

(Febuwhump 2023)

[deputy-morgan-malone]

Secrets Revealed - Febuwhump Day 6

“…I mean, it’s not like you’re in love with him, is it?”

Morgan was looking away, and she kept looking away.  But that was worse, wasn’t it?

She looked at Adelaide, and got to see the moment her eyes hardened, and her face fell.

She looked away again.

“Morgan…”

She balled her hands up into fists.

“This month has been – really rough,” she said.  “I don’t know what I’m feeling right now.”

She waited.  Listening. Heart pounding.

Adelaide accepted a lot of things – a lot of things most people Morgan knew right now wouldn’t accept. She even encouraged some of it.

But this –

This she wouldn’t accept.

‘Fuck, then kill’

It’s not like Morgan meant to – it’s not like it was her fault.  And it wasn’t a fair question to ask – she didn’t know what she was feeling these days.  And it’s not like she was gonna let it – affect anything…

She listened.

Adelaide took a deep breath.

She didn’t say anything.

(Febuwhump 2023)