Best Arthur Morgan Angst Fanfics

by werewolfsquad · Charthur

There was a rumor that Dutch van der Linde sold his soul at a crossroad in exchange for the shapechanging beasts that followed at his beck and call. Frankly, Arthur didn’t buy it. He followed Dutch and Hosea because they fed him. Some deal with a devil had nothing to do with it.

by pipdepop · Charthur

He’d tried, in the end, he really had. And it had been hard; so damn hard. Would’ve been so much easier to crawl off into the woods like a dying dog and let himself be reclaimed by the wilderness. But, getting them folks out, sending them to safety, doing his best to protect them from the Pinkertons

by ThreeDaysInTermina · Morston

Six years before Blackwater. The gang is thriving, Dutch has a plan, and John Marston has finally come back. Arthur Morgan is almost thirty, at the top of his game, and deeply annoyed to discover that John has grown into someone extremely difficult to ignore. John is twenty, reckless, and desperatel

by lihuen02 · Morston

Dan Moriarty leads a dull, numbing existence as a night-shift clerk at a gas station. Fleeing a troubled past he refuses to confront, his days blur into a monotonous cycle of work, sleep, weed, and a painfully unfulfilling relatioship. Everything remains suspended in that gray inertia- until one nig

by sky_daybreak · Charthur

Arthur knows he's dying, can feel the unstoppable pull of it, feels the spirit appear behind him to take him along. And yet, he finds he does not want to die. There is so much that went wrong, so much he regrets and he wishes, with all his being, he could change it. Could at least ensure those that

by mangochi · Charthur

“Hey.”Charles looks up, squinting against the sun, and focuses on the figure looming above him. It’s a bright day on the mountain, and all this damned snow is doing nobody any favors. “Arthur,” he says. “Good morning.”“Huh? Yeah, mornin’.” Arthur tilts his head, scratches at his jaw, and tucks his c

by pipdepop · Charthur

Since this... thing between them started, on a surreal, star-soaked night just outside of Blackwater, Charles has learned two things.One: Arthur Morgan sleeps like the dead.Two: the rest of the gang seem to view Arthur’s tent as communal property, and will happily barge in at any time of day or nigh

by pipdepop · Charthur

Micah catches Arthur and Charles cuddling, and scurries off to tell Dutch. He does not get the reaction he was expecting. Hosea thinks the whole thing is highly amusing.

by Gingersnap741 · Charthur

“Hello there! Ah, I see you’re new around these parts. I’m old around these parts. Blind Man Cassidy is my name. If you’d like your fortune told, I just ask for a bit of gold.” He holds out a tin coffee can smothered in rust, full of empty, whistling desert air. Heat broils up around them and makes

by KBstories · Charthur

"Arthur should've realized, then and there, that a gesture of kindness is like pulling a trigger – it shifts the course of fate just so, and things will never be the same again."Charles and Arthur regroup after a brush with death.

by shades · Charthur

It was a nice respite, Arthur thinks, watching Charles stand, the glint of the sun in his dark hair, his eyes far away, considering, but it wasn’t ever meant to last.

by antimorston (lasagnatheory) · Charthur

As it turns out, Charles is the only person in camp who can pick up Arthur.