histórias de Marthwubbles

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.

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!

I'm once again back and crunker than ever with another story that nobody asked me to write. Once again, if you are Marthe Woertman, Shrek, or Harry Styles please go no further as it may be traumatizing to read yourself in this light. Again, I do not know anything about any of these people other than that their cheekbones really do be poppin. I would also like to state that I literally have not read the first book so there may be some inconsistencies between the two because I have absolutely no clue what I wrote. Once again, I did not actually proof read or edit this at all. I do not own Marthe or Shrek or Harry or really anything else. Harry Styles is still a villain. I have no idea how Shrek plays into this but I'm tagging it anyways. Marthe is just tall and good to look at. That is all. Enjoy! (and if you don't please don't tell me because it will hurt my feelings). Also s/o to the ...watermelon???... that sent me some Marth facts so I can be more accurate without mcstalking the poor woman. You a real one.

A love-story about 2 girls, Marthe & Adelaide. The journey as we know it. And maybe a little bit extra.

they were powerful alone before they were powerful together they wanted to fix each other but they knew they couldn't , they tried and lost everything because of it

According to the Romans, three is the perfect number. I'm kind of certain that they likely were not referring to badly written fan fictions but anyways here's the third book. At the request of literally not one single person, I'm back, not quite as crunk as before (I had the worst experience with vodka and monster energy mixed together so we're working off of wine and deep-rooted trauma today) and I'm ready to serve you yet another story in which Marthe Woertman is hot, Harry Styles is a villain, and I forget that I was supposed to put Shrek in until the last chapter and then one of my friends yells at me and I panic and shove him in there where it doesn't even make sense. Also Julie is in here because I got flamed for putting Lorena in the last one and not Julie but in my defense I don't actually know that much about Marthe Woertman and therefore was not cognizant of Julie's existence. anyways, here she is. There is still not any explicit or mature content and full disclosure, I'm not going to write any. Not because I wouldn't be good at it but because it makes me uncomfortable to do so without the explicit consent of all parties involved. Needless to repeat but if you're Shrek, Harry Styles, or Marthe Woertman probably don't read this because it is wildly inaccurate because I do not know much of anything about much of any of you.Also I wrote this while listening to One Direction's debut album on repeat and it contains a really excessive amount of references to ancient Roman poets that I like. Also please do not flame me for my Latin translations I really do be trying my best with it. So. Anyways, enjoy, like, comment, don't share for the love of Jupiter. Seriously tho please comment something, I am so very lonely and evidently do not have enough to do with my time so if one of y'all doesn't stop stalking and start talking I'm gonna cry

It has been made abundantly clear to me that you're all here for Marthe content. I shall not be the one to stand in your way and in fact feel that I must wholeheartedly encourage you in your endeavors. It is for this reason that I am once again a little tipsy and back on Wattpad to give the people what they want. I want to make obvious that this story does not in any way reflect Marthe Woertman's own personality, nor is it an accurate depiction of her as a person, it is just a story. I would apologize, but I think that we all know by now that I am not at all, even in the slightest, apologetic. I, once again, have not edited this at all. Wattpad says I'm droning again and is about to cut me off so summary will be the first chapter hah ALSO YES I DID INDEED CHANGE THE TITLE OF THIS STORY AFTER ALREADY PUBLISHING IT PLEASE DO NOT COME FOR ME AND MY UNREGULATED LOVE FOR WICKED

I said that nothing but the combined strength of Harry Styles, Shrek, and Marthe Woertman themselves could prevent me from writing a bad spinoff and by god I meant it. I apologize that my university course stalled this epic romance, I've actually decided to quit ink order to pursue only fan fiction writing so it won't happen again. Anyways, I'm back at it again with the wine and fanfics and so here is this hot, flaming dump heap and I hope that you enjoy. I did apologize to Harry, Shrek, and Marthe in the previous installments but it turns out that I wasn't sorry enough to not do it again. Here we go again, Harry is a villain, Shrek isn't really a villain in this one actually, and Marthe is barely in it but if you squint it's there so the tag remains. Gotta be fair, I tagged Shrek in the first two despite that he was only there for a sentence. Equal representation says I'm tagging her. It's short and it's spunky and I hope that it's all that you dreamed of.

A happy, fluffy Marth one-shot based lightly off Marry Me by Jason Derulo What YN thought would just be an ordinary day, walking around Paris with her girlfriend, Marth, and spending time together, turns out to be one of the best days of her life. warning, this is very fluffy.

I wouldn't say I'm the best writer but I'm getting better as I write more of these imagines. I didn't know wattpad had a limit for each 'book' till now so here's more!

I wrote this when I was drunk. The extent to which I was inebriated shall henceforth not be discussed. As an essential disclaimer, I do not own any of the characters, brands, places, or things discussed in this story. Of course, hopefully you already knew that one cannot own a human for a human is already owned by themselves. Although, if Marthe Woertman, Harry Styles, or Shrek do not own themselves I am entirely willing to campaign for their freedom. I am also deeply sorry to the above should they ever come across this literary masterpiece. Which would be tragic. A complete and utter disaster. Anyways this is a story about love of the not at all heterosexual variety. While there are disturbing mentions of previous heterosexuality it is not discussed at length or in detail. Also if you came to this story seeking Harry Styles or Shrek, while they are both key characters, it is mostly about Marthe Woertman and an entirely fictional girl who is simply pining for a hot, tall, dutch, Leo. I also wouldn't read this if you have any standards at all. I warn you, it is Hallmark Christmas Movie/Wattpad Fanfic crossover and simply should not exist. It is not rated mature because it does not have...y'know...the canoodling? the hickory dickory dock? the secret touchy thing? in it because it does not. I rated it that way because I did not, and I shall repeat, I did not proof read this at all. Also I don't really know anything about Marthe Woertman. Or Amsterdam. This will be wildly inaccurate in every respect. I just got crunk, was watching tiktoks, and I decided that I really like the woman's cheek bones and accent and astrological sign so the next time I got crunk I wrote an entire novel. Also Harry Styles and Shrek are both villains. Sorry.

Here it is, another story that not one singular person asked for. It's the lesbian Hogwarts AU that my soul told me to sit down and write so here we are. As per the usual, it's the Marthe Woertman content y'all constantly seek with a few fan favourites thrown in (sydsliftingface this goes out to you). I apologize for any inaccuracies, I do be trying my best but it has also been literal years since I read a J.K. R*wl*ng book. The updates will not be speedy, the writing will be mediocre at best, but I hope everybody enjoys nonetheless!

I'm not a good writer so sorry if it's bad😅. Some are quite short😬. I've written these mostly for myself but decide to share them anyways. I can't stop thinking about Marthe soooo yea.💗💗💗 There's a second book of imagines now! I guess 200 is the limit for one🤷🏻‍♀️

I'm sorry that I made you all cry, here's a small something to make up for it. (the prequel that nobody asked for). A disclaimer once again- the characters in this in no way reflect my own views, nor are their views based on any one particular person. I do not own Marthe Woertman, she is her own woman, and the Marthe Woertman in this story in no way correlates to her in terms of anything aside from looks. Hope you enjoy!

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.

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.