#mortson

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

This is my first entry for @ficwip's All-Ships Ship Week. I've never written for this pairing before, but I always wanted to. Snippet below with the link to the fic at the end. Please enjoy!

“And you just happen to have my number…how?”

John’s phone was tossed back to him so unexpectedly that he fumbled with it before finally securing it.

“Maybe don’t leave this out for just anyone then. I took the liberty of saving my number in there as well. It’s under Sexy.”

John rolled his eyes. “Great, it’ll be a fun guessing game for me to determine if it’s you or one of my many ex-girlfriends.”

Moran gave him a real laugh which had the corners of John’s mouth twitching to respond. Maybe if he hadn’t been such a dick earlier. 

“Seriously, John.” Moran stopped just on the stairwell, pinning him under his deep blue eyes. “I know how it sounds. I know you’ve had a rough time of it. But I came to you because I trust you. And that’s the sum of it.”

John huffed out a breath and hummed in response as he waved the man on. Trust was a bit of a complicated feeling for him at the moment, and he really did not want to get into it with Sebastian Moran of all people. He watched him make his way down the stairwell and out the door with a wave back at him before disappearing from view. John really didn’t know what to think about the last few minutes. His mind was in a whirlwind of emotion and negativity. However, before he could completely self-implode, his phone released a ding. He looked down to see he had a text message from “Sexy”. 

I’m not an ex-girlfriend.

John couldn’t help it. A bark of laughter bubbled up, suddenly loud in the too silent room. He slipped his phone back in his pocket without a reply as he contemplated the full ramifications of Moran’s offer. He was certainly no Sherlock Holmes, but he could give Moran some back up. His fingers hesitated before pulling the phone back out. He stared down at the screen for a long hard moment before he finally texted out his reply.

What exactly would I be doing?

All he got in return was a smiley face.

For more of this one-shot, please click this AO3 link!

[drkocnsummoning]

Playing rdr and having autism about it but how the fuck do you see Dutch say to Arthur that he’s like a son to him, and some how think they are fucking? How do you see John call Arthur his brother, and ARTHUR AGREE, and think they’re fucking??? Like you’re weird and gross and I think y’all should shut the fuck up frankly

[blatterburystreet]

We really need Arthur and John posing like Gyro and Johnny. 

[arthurmorgansgoodgirl]

soft arthur x john headcanons and/or soft sadie x mary-beth headcanons

Went with soft arthur x john cause I am morston trash. These are all over the place so bear with me.

Touching. So much touching. These two touch starved idiots need it. Knees touching when they sit by the campfire; arms brushing against each other; quick hand squeezes; a hand on the back of the other’s waist

Arthur gives John his old clothes from time to time, not just because John may or may not need them, but because he likes seeing the younger man in his clothes.

John likes that they smell like Arthur and will wear them instead of clothes that he owns.

John used to have nightmares when he was younger, and so Arthur would let him bunker down in his own tent. It was the only way John would sleep.

He may have given him shit for it, but seeing John all bloody and beaten up in the snow, Arthur was terrified. A lot of his anger was born from worry.

It’s the same when Arthur comes back half-dead from the O’Driscolls. John’s terrified and doesn’t know how to express it other than snarky anger.

Sharing cigarettes even though they both have their own

When they’re on missions in the cold weather, they put their bedrolls next to each other. “To share warmth”. In the mornings they often wake up with an arm around each other.

Eventually this is something they do regardless of the weather

Comforting each other with gentle shoulder squeezes

Arthur always picking John as his right hand man for missions.

Arthur always making sure John eats

Gentle kisses. Soft neck kisses. Hand kisses. Shoulder kisses. Forehead kisses. ‘Thank god you're not dead’ kisses

Arthur not letting anyone in the camp talk shit about John

Arthur drawing John, especially when John doesn’t know. Drawing him chopping firewood, sleeping, smoking, sitting by the campfire.

John blushing when Arthur makes him laugh.

[crushcandles]

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

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Red Dead Redemption (Video Games) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: John Marston/Arthur Morgan, Arthur Morgan/Original Female Character(s) Word Count: 15696 Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Pre-Canon, Dom/sub, Daddy Kink, Humiliation, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Praise Kink Summary:

Arthur comes over, still unhurried. He stands beside John, looking down at the fire. He’s got one thumb still tucked in, but the hand nearest John is hanging loose, nice and easy.  

"We were," he tells the fire, "until some good-for-nothin' brat walked in."

There’s something there, a thin tickle, a piece of bait on a string.  John doesn’t look up. In the bottom corner of his vision, Arthur’s boots shift.

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Sherlock Works

JOHNLOCK

Random Drabble

What It Is- Now that Rosie is growing up, the rules that govern John and Sherlock's relationship is changing.

MORTSON

All Ships Ship Week

Back in the Game- Forced to work together/"I didn't know where else to go"

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

MARY MORSTAN

Mary Morstan

MARY MORSTAN

mary morstan

mArY mOrStAn

MaRy MoRsTaN

Mary Watson

MAAAAARYYYYYYYY MORSTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN

[ascandalinthepolicebox]

-John Watson, The Sign of Four