Marz
5 stories
Where forever found us ♾️ (Marz) by katseyebabess
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A story about Marz, where it all began. The members of Katseye become more than a band, they become a family, bound by loyalty, laughter, and the unspoken promise to protect each other. Amidst the chaos, Manon and Lara feel the stirrings of something more, a spark neither expected. But when a challenge threatens to come between them, they'll have to face it head-on. Will their connection survive, or will the obstacle tear them apart? Yes there will be smut, angst and fluff and whatever you guys want. This is just a fanfic and not real🤍
Locking eyes (marz, lara x manon, 18+) by birdwithahat
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Lara spends most of her days with her best friend: Lena. But every time she runs into Lena's sister, Manon, she feels something she isn't supposed to feel. Lara is convinced nothing could ever happen between them. And besides, Manon already has a girlfriend, right? Until one night, something changes, when they are all at a party, and Manon and Lara lock eyes... DISCLAIMER: The events and characters in this fanfic are not based on real life facts. Please be respectful in any real life commentary about anyone this story is inspired with.
☆Lipstick Over Scars☆ MARZ by Alexisbhaddest
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Everyone thinks Manon has the perfect life. Perfect face. Perfect body. Perfect boyfriend. But perfection is a lie. Behind closed doors, her life is controlled, suffocating-her family demands it, and David... he destroys her in quieter ways. Charming in public, reckless in private, and drowning himself in alcohol, David is the kind of love that leaves bruises you can't always see. So when he gets her cast on Next Top Model, Manon thinks it's her escape. A fresh start. A new version of herself. But the spotlight doesn't save her-it exposes everything. The competition is ruthless. The girls are vicious. Jealousy burns hotter than stage lights, friendships shatter overnight, and every mistake is broadcast to the world. Manon quickly learns that beauty isn't power here... it's a weapon. Then Lara walks in. Confident. Unpredictable. Dangerous. She wasn't part of the plan-but suddenly, she's all Manon can think about. What starts as tension turns into something deeper... something forbidden. And for the first time, Manon feels seen. Really seen. But in a world built on betrayal, nothing stays pure for long. Because Lara crosses a line she can't uncross. And David? He's not just her boyfriend anymore. He's watching. Judging. Controlling. From the panel. Now Manon is trapped between the love that's breaking her and the one that might ruin her completely. In a game where everything is fake, emotions are real-and they cut deeper than any scar. How far would you go to be perfect... and what would you lose to get there?
Twisted Dance (marz, lara x manon, 18+) by birdwithahat
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At Star Dance Academy, life is all about hard work, star power, and heated competition. But what happens when a sudden reunion forces Lara - a perfectly trained and disciplined dancer - and Manon - a reckless and effortlessly cool dancer - to work together, a year after they shared a night at the club?
Play Pretend || Marz by jinorablues
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In the fiercely competitive world of elite handball, Lara Raj and Manon Bannerman are everything the other is not-and everything the other stands in the way of. As captains of rival teams climbing from regional leagues toward the national championship, they are locked in a battle for victory, pride, and control. To the outside world, their rivalry is electric. To Lara, it's something else entirely. They have a history neither of them talks about-and only one truly remembers. As their teams are forced into close quarters-shared practices, shared hotels, shared road trips-the line between enemy and something far more dangerous begins to blur. Every look lasts too long, every collision feels personal, every victory tastes like loss. Because some rivalries aren't born on the court. They're written long before the first whistle blows.