Life never goes out of its way to prepare you for things it'll hit you with, including who you turn out to be. A Marthe Woertman Fanfiction Fic•tion literature in the form of prose, especially short stories nd novels that describes IMAGINARY EVENTS and people.

I have no idea what this is or where its going, a friend made me write this. It's terrible you should not read it, seriously please save yourselves. Also, Marth Woertman, if by some horrible accident you find this, I'm so sorry you had to see this monstrosity. I do not own any, brands, people, names, or well almost everything in this book except for the fact that I strung together some words, made some sentences and somehow it became a chapter. If you're looking for some straight male who runs a mafia and a helpless female please find another book cause this one is definitely not for you. Here we habe a badass female who runs a heist society and steals art all over the world with her strong independent tiny girlfriend, who proves to be stronger then she looks. This book has way too much detail based on security mixed with some rather badly written fluff and two girls who are madly in love with each other and are willing to do anything to protect the other, including taking a deadly shot or facing every defence lawyer in the city. Don't come for me if things are inaccurate, this was written purely and utterly based on a whim, and a crush on a beautiful tall Netherlands goddess. Hell 99.9 per cent of this book is pure and utter work of fiction. that 0.01 per cent is only there cause Marth Woertman happens to bless us by being a real person - oh gosh please dont let her see this disaster. if you're still reading congrats and if by some miracle after this trainwreck of a description you decided to read this book, good luck. PS. I hate proofreading so if there's mistakes or whatever just kindle skip over them and ignore it. This story is rated mature mainly cause im sure somewhere along the line someones going to get shot or swear or something along those lines and I dont need any 13 year olds in my comments telling me I scared them.

I was sad and listening to The One That Got Away by Katy Perry and I just kind of wrote this one-shot. It's sad I'm sorry... Marth and YN used to be hidden high school sweethearts, until YN's parents found out and made her stop seeing Marth, moving away for college, never to see Marth again. Years go by and a letter is delivered to YN, leaving her to wonder about her one that got away and how she wished she could go back in time.

Marth has been in love with her best friend for forever, but when she hears that her best friend just got a new girlfriend Marth feels her heart break. Putting on a happy face until her friend leaves, when she can finally break down. Will Marth ever confess her feelings or has she destined to be just the best friend for forever. I was sad, wrote this. Not the greatest work but writing helps me not feel sad and unfortunately, poor Marth just got dragged in to become a character in a story so yeah... enjoy I guess??? Written in Marth's POV. If there are mistakes I'm sorry but they're gonna stay cause I'm not rereading this because if I do I WILL cry and I don't feel like doing that again because it's all I've done for the last week so yeah no. To be happier we write Marth fanfics. ON THE OFF CHANCE MARTH FINDS THESE I AM SO SORRY, THANK YOU FOR BEING AN AWESOME CHARACTER TO WRITE!

And I wrote another one. This time I was on Tiktok and I saw an edit for Style by Taylor Swift, my brain immediately went, "Oh my word what if you replace Harry with Marth" and well this happened. Hope you enjoy it. So please enjoy Marth and YN being ex's that keep managing to find each other again. Falling in love over and over, having midnight drives, subtle suggestive hits at certain activities, and falling almost perfectly into the stereotypical bad girl, good girl type, they never go out of Style. My apologies to Marth again for featuring her as a character again. We need more lesbian content and well what better inspiration, icon and stunning human being to use then miss Marthe Woertman so ahh yeah, hope you don't mind.

A Marth Woertman one-shot based on Wildest Dreams by Taylor Swift. Basically both characters are impulsive lesbians who end up falling in love on the first night they meet. I felt happy today and decided I needed to write a happy Marth Oneshot considering how sad my last ones had been, hope you enjoy!

I say there, praying. Please let her be okay. Please don't take her, whoever is up there, please! It's not her time yet, shes still needed here. She cant go. Please don't take her... Marth and her wife are in a train wreck. One-shot based off Train Wreck by James Arthur.

//TRIGGER WARNING. - Hints at suicide, severe depression // Sometimes we think we won't be missed and we get so stuck in the fog of depression that the people who are there somehow start to disappear. The fog got too dark for Marth and it consumed her. It is written from the perspective of the person left behind, in this YN is left asking why? How did she not notice? Could she have done something? As well as she is wracked with grief and missing of her beloved girlfriend Marth. This one-shot is her letter, it's one she knows she will never truly be able to send so instead she is left having to just save it as a draft... Honestly, this needs some work, it was written in a tear-stained depressive episode so it's not well perfect, but maybe when I'm in a better place one day ill go through it again and fix it up but for now it's going to stay the way it is.

The biggest dream of Robin came true : she is now a part of the Star Wars franchise. Her new life begins, she will met new people and especially a woman, Marth, who won't let her indifferent. Her smile, her laugh, her eyes, her sweaters and her beauty and her heart. The fact that she blushes everytime Marth looks at her. Her eyes always watching her lips, following after the movement of her hands wearing rings. 8 months. 8 months of pure passion.

Just some little storys about Marth, I have too much storys in my head and I don't have the time to write a thousand books, so here I am. If you want me to write you some Imagines, DM me!