Best Morston Angst Fanfics

by ThreeDaysInTermina

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

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 vaguepurpose

Sean whistled low behind them. "Christ, Morgan. You look like wan av dem fancy paintings rich folk hang over deir shitters." "Shut up," Arthur and John growled at the same time. Sean blinked. John barely spared the redhead a glance, his eyes locked on Arthur's tight shoulders. "You," John started, t

by vaguepurpose

Arthur’s body was liquid under the bastard's hands, every inch of him pliant, thighs spread wide over Dutch’s lap like he’d been made to fit there. The tent’s lamplight painted his skin rose-gold, sweat glistening along the curve of his collarbones beneath his open collar, the dip of his throat, the

by MissMagenta92

Arthur clocks in for his shift as head of security at Dutch’s Dolls, the biggest, best and hottest strip club in Blackwater, only to find that there’s a young new dancer that is completely captivating.

by ThreeDaysInTermina

John Marston leads an unremarkable life never having known what it feels like to be chosen by someone, until a very bad man decides to do exactly that.

by Cruelbydesign

⠀Arthur stepped closer and reached out, gripping John’s chin, not gently. “You wanted this. So when I find you…” He leaned in, his lips almost brushing John’s ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that was more threat than promise. “…you better be ready to take it. All of it. You understand?” A shudd

by Cruelbydesign

⠀"C’mon," Arthur grumbled under his breath, feeding the flames with larger sticks until the heat began to radiate outward, chasing the chill from his bones. The fire crackled to life, casting long shadows across the walls, the light dancing over John’s face as he shed his drenched coat and gloves, h

by BabyBoiCthulhu

Finally, after what felt like eternity, John said, “I thought you were gonna die.” Arthur stared at him, startling at the confession—at the soft yet incessant earnestness in John’s words. “Yeah well, so did I,” he tried to joke, offering a half-hearted chuckle. John finally visits Arthur during his

by Wheat_Thins

Detective Arthur Morgan has been chasing John Marston and the rest of the van der Linde gang for the better half of his career, but the gang is always a couple of steps ahead of him. But when Arthur accidentally gets kidnapped by Colm O'Driscoll's gang--thanks to John Marston's failed attempt to ass

by Defnotmeyo

Arthur and John. Growing up and figuring out how to survive. TB? What TB? I plan on addressing it but Arthur is my boah.

by Arrestzelle

Javier and Arthur had been discussing the possibility of including a third man. As it turns out, John's their man.

by BabyBoiCthulhu

John’s had feelings for Arthur for as long as they’ve known each other. He can’t help it–no matter how hard he tries to push the thoughts away or trick himself into falling for someone else, they remain like a stubborn scar. When a moment of impulsivity lets his secret out, things grow tense between

by Cruelbydesign

Arthur Morgan has spent twenty years as the foreman of a dusty cattle ranch, burying his loneliness in his work. When John Marston, a young man carrying his own quiet history, starts working as the ranch's mechanic, Arthur finds himself undone by feelings he's never allowed himself to feel before. T

by CaesarTheUnshod

John brushed his thumbs over the crows feet at the edges of Arthur’s eyes. Arthur carded a hand through John’s dark hair, trailing down a lock to curl the soft ends around his finger. A few silvery hairs caught the light as he did so. The steam curled through the air and the water stirred as the two

by corvidaewritesshite

"Arthur had been looking for a fight. With the moon shining and the past few weeks causing a rash to come out on his left side, he’d be lying if he was to say he wasn’t just waiting to knock a few heads together to relieve the tension."Red Dead Reloaded is a retelling of Red Dead Redemption 2 with a

by notawerewolf04

'Arthur Morgan had realised all too late that he may have overreacted. This profound realisation came at the back end of a fist slugging him square in the nose, sending him waywards as the back of his head bounced off whatever was behind him. How many bar fights had he been in now? And just how many

by MrCulper

Многие назвали бы Джона Марстона удачливым сукиным сыном, но после того, как ограбление поезда под его руководством оборачивается катастрофой, сам он так не считает. В дальнейшем удача отворачивается от Джона всё больше и больше, а тем человеком, который уверяет его, что ему не так уж и не везёт, ка

by TwentyFiveofFebruary

John Marston suele pensar en Arthur luego de que Abigail y Jack se fueran de Beecher's Hope— entiende que perdió a quienes quería por el camino que decidió tomar, despierta de algunas pesadillas e ilusiones, repite sus errores.

by Akhoris

Arthur Morgan n’en a strictement rien à faire de John Marston. Rien à faire de son départ, de son retour, de ses excuses, de ce qu’ils ont pu être avant Abigail, avant Jack, avant cette année d’absence. Il n’en a tellement rien à faire qu’il accepte de le suivre loin du camp pour l’entendre parler.