Lost On You : Marthe Woertman LGBTQ+ Fanfic

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Maxine.

Rushing around, throwing ornaments on our first Christmas tree, Marth opened the front door, carrying candles I requested while she was out.

"Hi, baby," she said, kissing my cheek as I stood on my toes to put an ornament on the tree. Marth took it from me, putting it up high because I can't reach it.

"I got the top, Max. Go relax, you've been decorating for the last two days," Marth said, smacking my arse. It is Christmas Eve, and our families are in town. Clarissa is thrilled Marth, and I made up, but that didn't go without her giving Marth a lecture.

"Thank you," I said, leaving her while I took the candles. I put them in our room, lighting them before heading to the bathroom for a shower. I decided to take my time exfoliating, shaving, washing my hair and body. Marth got in but got out before me. I've never hosted a family function, so I am nervous.

"Baby, you're gonna be fine," Marth said, trying to relax me as I pick out a dress that isn't tight. I have so many tight dresses.

"I know, but it's our families, Marth. Not everyone is on board with us," I said, pulling out a white flowy dress, pairing it with some black flatforms.

"You're so beautiful," Marth says as I do my make up. I put on a bra for this occasion, and I hate it.

"Thank you," I said to her as she kissed the back of my head. Marth wasn't dressed yet as she left the room to check on the appetisers in the refrigerator and champagne.

I fixed my newly died hair into a low bun—the pastel pink works well with the black. Marth cut her hair yesterday into a shaggy modern mullet, and she looks so good.

"Fuck, they're here," Marth says, running into the closet, throwing on some black jeans, a white t-shirt, and a black blazer. I got up, rushing to the door.

"Hi," I said to Clarissa, who engulfed me in a hug.

"I love this place," Josh said, pushing past me. It's weird to think I'm looking at my future brother in law.

"Hello," I said to Lincoln. Damon shook my hand in mutual respect. Next was my Aunt, dad, and both sets of grandparents.

"Tattoos? Your hair? Piercings?" Aunt Rebel pointed out.

"Um, yeah," I said, feeling my face heat up.

"I have a friend, and she does them for me," I said, looking down at my visible tattoos.

"Um, can I offer anything to drink? To eat?" I asked. I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

"Oh, relax. This is your home. Not a restaurant," Clarissa said, helping herself to the champagne. I went back to the bedroom to see Marth pacing.

"What's wrong?" I asked, taking her hand in mine.

"I don't know why the fuck we agreed to this," she's panicking.

"I am not a family person, and I know they know what I did to you, and I'll feel fucking awkward," she snapped. I hate that she is still torturing herself over this.

"Marth, my family doesn't know that. They don't know why I left London early. I didn't tell them," I said. Marth tosses her head back, sighing in relief.

"Baby, look at me," I said. Marth whined, sitting down on the bed.

"Think of this as first of many family functions," I said. She snapped her eyes up at me. I can see her rethinking this in her eyes.

"Fucking shit," she said, falling back.

"Babe, no. Look at me," I repeated.

"This is what happens when two people get together. Or more if you're into that," I said, sitting with her.