Lottie's Wife

But of course there are some rules I’d ask you to follow:

I can write smut but I’m not the best at it and sometimes I just can’t come up with anything (I’ll always try my best to write it ofc)

I only write wlw fics

I can write whatever genre you want (angst, fluff, etc) (read above concerning smut) if you don't want angst please say it, I have an habit of putting angst everywhere lately

I can be very slow to write so please excuse me for that

I can write for the following shows / characters:

Wednesday : Wednesday, Enid

Scream : Tara, Amber, Sam

Yellowjackets : Lottie, Nat, Jackie

Warrior Nun : Ava

Others : Emma Myers, Jenna Ortega

Stranger Things : Max

(If the character / show you want is not here, you can still ask maybe I forgot it / didn’t think about it :)) )

And she got to spend even more time with you. Not that you didn't already spend almost every minute of the day together anyways... But sometimes, late at night, it felt different. Nothing bad, nothing you even talked about, not before your hands brushed a little too often, not when it started to last a little too long either... only when you kissed at Jackie's party one night.

And oh how she wished she could go back to those nights now... She'd give pretty much everything she has for that, which isn't much besides her community/cult, but it's everything she has now that you're... not here. She caught herself thinking about those times with you more often lately, every night really, sometimes wondering if she could've done something to make things different, but of course she couldn't have. No one can go against fate, can they?

Still, it didn't feel fair. Not now, and certainly not back then either.

The wilderness wasn’t so bad with you by her side, you’d stick together, as close as you could without raising suspicions — until Taissa and Van showed themselves together at least, then you gave up every precaution.

It felt good to not have to hide for once, to be able to be together like that, even given the context. You’d almost never leave her side, not when she started having visions again, not when she organized her morning rituals, certainly not when Shauna beat her up. You’d almost never were always there, a steady presence that anchored her to reality — as much as possible.

She knew you never really believed in It, but you always supported her despite that, and that made her feel so special to see that you loved her just that much.

The only disagreement you had was when she wanted to stay in the wilderness even with the opportunity of getting home. You understood her, of course you did, but you couldn’t keep living like this, in this situation, with everyone losing their minds a little bit more everyday.

And sometimes she wonders if she should’ve agreed. If maybe, if she had sided with you, with Natalie, you all would’ve been home sooner. If everything that happened afterwards could’ve been avoided. But again, can anyone go against fate? She couldn’t go against yours.

She still saw you in her dreams — or nightmares. Still saw that damned day, still heard the gunshot, still felt her heart drop all over again. It wasn’t even meant for you. Not meant for everyone. The gun just went off during a fight that you weren’t even taking part in. She remembered it all like it was yesterday. Especially the blood, bright red on snow covered ground. Bright red on your shirt. Bright red on her hands when she tried to stop it.

But she couldn’t. And it took her so long to accept it. She couldn’t understand why it happened. It couldn’t be the wilderness, the hunt just happened, It should’ve been satisfied. And even if It wasn’t, it shouldn’t have been you. You were always respectful to It, more than most despite not believing.

Your last words haunted her for a while. “in the next”. You’d say that often, that if anything ever happened to one of you, you’d be together in your next life, because you couldn’t imagine any of your past or future lives without her.

And maybe you weren’t wrong. No, you were definitely right.

At first she wasn't sure, it seemed crazy. But it has been a few weeks, and she couldn't deny the obvious (well obvious for her); you were back. Well not you you, you didn't look like you used to, but inside... she was sure it was you.

She had felt it the first time she saw you , the day you arrived in her community. She had felt drawn to you just like she did back then. And then she got to spend some time with you, get to know you more... and everything was perfectly “aligned”; it had been 25 years since you died in the wilderness, and that's just when you told her you were born, you had the same habits, the same sensibility that she always loved so much (which doesn't prove anything, as she told herself at night).

But you also recognized her necklace. Your necklace, that she had kept all these years. That same necklace she had given you for your first anniversary. The one which pendant broke one night when you were fooling around. You had refused she got it repaired, saying it held memories of that night.

Yet when you saw her wearing it — because of course she was — you had told her you'd seen it before, without knowing where or when. Which wouldn't be possible if you weren't you. And with that knowledge now, she couldn't help but want to be close to you — want you really — even if you were much younger, and if her motivations weren't exactly the bests.

So she tried to flirt with you, with subtle looks, lingering touches, gentle attentions... basically the same things that she did back then. And it worked, just like it did in 94. She felt as if she was 16 again when you kissed under the heliotrope tree. It felt so good to have you again, to give a second chance to what should've been forever.

The wilderness had been a break in your chaotic life. At first at least. It was a weird thing to say, even to think, because people died in the crash, but for once you felt free.

Your home situation was less than ideal, drunk dad, violent, passive mom… all that in a shitty trailer. No wonder you and Nat got close, you had so much in common.

You’d meet when you both were kids, when both your situations weren’t as bad as it would get. You met Van a bit later too, and all three of you went through it together.

Van started dating Taissa around the same time as you started dating Nat. You trusted each other enough to share this, but never told anyone else. You never know what they might think.

You knew what your dad thought about it. What Nat’s dad would think, if he was still there. Which thank god wasn’t the case. He really had a talent for ruining Nat’s life, even being dead. She’d feel guilty for so long, even if it’s not her fault at all.

You’d comfort her, as much as possible without being outed. You hoped she believed you when you told her it’s not her fault. She didn’t deserve to have her life ruined because of him.

You knew she still had nightmares. They followed her in the wilderness. But at least you could be there. Really be there, without being afraid of anyone seeing you. That made the first weeks better, the freedom. No alcohol, no violence… at first at least.

After Jackie’s death, it wasn’t the same. It was miserable, cold, hungry. Yet you still preferred being here to your home.

Then you ate your friend. And you felt terrible about it. You cried a lot. More than Shauna, which was kind of surprising, she was Jackie’s best friend. Nat brought her remains back to the plane. You would’ve done it with her, but the thought of Jackie, your friend Jackie in that bag… you couldn’t handle it.

After that it all went absolutely nuts. Hunts, more cannibalism… And then those scientists. Rescue. Everyone had gone insane, you *had* to go home. No matter how shitty it was back there, everything here had gone too far. Shauna had gone too far, with her cruel dictatorship.

Thanks to Van, Misty and Natalie, rescue managed to be contacted, but not without another loss.

And finally you were on that plane back home. You prayed it wouldn’t crash, you all did - almost.

When you set foot at the airport, journalists were everywhere. It was overwhelming. The reality of what you’d done out there came crashing to you. If anyone knew you’d all be so so fucked. But none of you would talk, right? You were all in the same situation.

Unsurprisingly your dad wasn’t at the airport. You doubted he even cared you were gone for a year and a half. Your mom thought… you hoped she would be there. She wasn’t.

Still, you came back to that trailer park with Natalie.

She’d kiss you, checking you were really there, really out of the wilderness. Relieved when you kissed back. When you held her face and told her you loved her. When you’d already made plans to make up for the lost time.

She had her life back, and you. What more could she ask for?

She kissed you again, suggested you’d spend the night with her. You wanted to, but you needed to check on your mom. So you’d promise to spend the thousand next nights with her. Cheesy. She’d learn to love it, as much as that damn smile of yours she hadn’t seen in so long. You had a way of making her feel all warm inside.

She’d keep you in her arms for a last kiss, before letting you go.

And oh. How she wished she didn’t.

If only she knew it would be the last time she’d get to kiss you. To hold you. If she knew that the next day, police cars would be all around your trailer. That they’d get you out of there in a bag.

She’d see you briefly at the funerals, in the coffin. They had given you a semblance of life with makeup, but it wasn’t comparable to when you were alive. She could see the wound. It made her insides twist.

She’d go home that day, snorted some drug that still was in her hiding place. Too much. She’d try to join you more than once. It never worked. Sometimes she’d think it’s you looking out for her. She hated it. She wanted to be with you, wherever that might be. Apologize, for not being able to protect you. Because it was her fault wasn’t it?

She’d feel guilty for the rest of her life, think she could’ve saved you. She’d curse every god, everyone, life itself for being so unfair to you. To allow you to survive the wilderness but not your shitty dad the very day you got back.

Even 25 years later, when her turn finally came and she saw you in that damn plane, she couldn’t not say sorry. Sorry to not have insisted. Sorry to not having saved you. Sorry for making you wait so long.

Ever since you had found the cabin, you had a bad feeling about it, like something bad happened in this place. That ended up being proven right when Lottie found a dead body in the attic.

Even before that, you spent as much time as possible outside of the cabin, only going in to sleep. The forest was a little more peaceful, the air was less thick, but whatever was in the cabin was still out there.

You didn’t want to alarm anyone so you kept your worries to yourself, just like those weird carving in some trees, the same that were in the attic around the dead guy. Whatever it meant, it couldn’t be good, but again everyone was going through too much to add anything to it.

Then everything went so fast you could barely register it; Lottie started having weird visions, Laura Lee tried to fly an old plane and… well it didn’t end well, then Jackie froze to death, and some of your remaining teammates joined Lottie’s weird rituals.

You didn’t participate in those rituals, rather staying inside with Natalie and Shauna. They didn’t believe in Lottie’s visions, and you said you didn’t either, but truly you weren’t sure.

Sometimes when you were outside, the rustling of the snowy leaves sounded like whispers, the wind felt like it was purposefully blowing around you, like it was trying to go through you and leave something behind.

It was stupid though, right? It’s not like trees could talk or anything…

Yet here you were, in front of a tree with one of those weird carvings, fingers lingering on it. Maybe it was worth a try, whatever Lottie told the others…

You closed your eyes and focused on your breathing, like you heard her tell them, listening to the wind, to every sound around you. After a few moments, you started to feel a weird sensation, like something was touching you, to a deeper level than just physically.

The feeling persisted, and you started to hear some kind of whisper. It was difficult to understand, you weren’t even sure you were hearing words, but if you had to associate it to something you knew, it would sound like…

You were suddenly brought back to reality when someone bumps into you — or rather you bumped into them. You blinked a few times, a little confused, to find Lottie in front of you, holding your arms.

You looked around, obviously not in front of the tree anymore, and notice footsteps in the snow, yours.

“Are you okay?”

Lottie’s soft voice made you turn back around to face her.

“You walked straight into me, were you daydreaming?” she continued

“I… yeah I must have been…” you reply, still a little confused as to how you got here.

Lottie could see that there was something more that you weren’t telling her, you seemed preoccupied, more than usual. Her hands slide down your arms to hold your hands.

“Did you… did It talk to you?”

You looked up at her, her eyes soft and… almost hopeful.

“I’m not sure…” you start hesitantly “it was like… like whispers? But it wasn’t really words… more like… like an idea? It’s hard to explain…”

“It’s okay”

Lottie smiled and cupped your face gently, looking deep into your eyes.

“We’ll figure it out together. We’ll start with the morning meeting with the others, and then-“

“No no, wait… I don’t want anyone to know…”

Your words surprised Lottie, and they even surprised yourself to an extent. You didn’t know why you said that, why you didn’t want the others to know. There was just this thing inside you telling you to keep this between the two of you.

“But why…? You’re special, It likes you, talks to you, they should know-“

“Lottie, please…”

Lottie’s smile returned after a bit, and she gave you a little nod.

“Just us then”

She waited for a sign of approval, which you gave, before resting her forehead against yours with a content smile. You could feel her scar against your skin, a little bump, and even when she pulled away, it felt like it was still there, like a sign of the connection between you.

After that, Lottie was always by your side. The morning meetings were the only exception; you had made it clear you didn’t want to participate.

The rest of the time though, she was happily glued to you. It felt right to be with her, like it was where you belonged.

She’d walk with you deep in the forest, away from the cabin and the others. She’d make you sit in the snow, holding your hands, sometimes holding you against her, arms around your waist. She’d help you understand how the wilderness was communicating with you, her soft voice guiding you.

She seemed so happy to have you like that with her, to know that the wilderness liked you as much as she did.

You didn’t seem to make much progress, but it didn’t really matter. It wanted you to be close, that you understood.

You spent the rest of the winter like that, in the forest during the day, sleeping together at night.

Then when spring came, after the cabin burnt, you slept in the same hut. During the day, you’d go to a small clearing you’d found, drinking some tea Lottie made you.

She had lost her connection to the wilderness and was trying to get you to have visions, maybe hoping she would have them too. You’d lay on the ground, head in her lap while she’d stroke your hair.

Even after losing her gift, her presence helped you communicating with It. Without her, the whispers were just indistinct sounds. When she was with you though, they became more clear, like she could filter the sounds.

One day, while you were in that position, you placed a hand on the back of her neck, pulling her down to you until her face was only a few centimeters away from yours. She didn’t say anything, just giving you a curious look.

“It’s okay” you started quietly, pulling her a little closer “It wants us to”

And so you kissed for the first time, there in the middle of the woods. The wind blew around you, a few leaves fell on you two. It was pleased.

So you did it again. And again. And again. It became a kind of ritual, a way to feel closer to each other, and to It.

Maybe you’d lost your mind, kissing her after she just axe murdered someone, his blood all over her face, its taste on your tongue.

To the others, you were definitely too far gone, but they didn’t get it. How could they? They never had her soft lips pressed against theirs, her tongue tasting them (in more ways than one), her fingers on their skin.

They could never understand what you two had. It was more than anything they could imagine, a connection deeper than just physical or emotional. It felt like floating, being transported in a whole other world.

For some reason it was decided that you would have a new cellmate/roommate -you never knew what to call it- and it made you nervous. Charlotte Matthews, that was her name. You’d seen her around, of course. She was hard to miss. But you never tried to talk to her.

Not that you didn’t want to. You did. It did too. And for that exact reason you kept a safe distance between you and her. That being said… you couldn’t help but feel drawn to her.

“Are you okay?”

Her voice brought you back to earth, and you realized you were staring at her while being lost in thoughts.

“Ah- yes, sorry…”

You looked down at your lap where your book rested, hoping she’d go back to journaling or whatever it was she was doing.

This wasn’t a good idea. Both of you in the same room wasn’t a good idea. You knew it because It was content. She seemed like a nice person, you didn’t want her to get hurt.

“You look… preoccupied” she remarked, putting her pencil down

“I’m not” you replied quickly, too quickly to be honest

Even if you weren’t looking at her, you could feel her gaze on you.

“I’m not your enemy you know?”

Her voice was soft, inviting.

“I know”

“Talk to me then. I can help you”

She closed her notebook and put it down in her bed, scooting closer to the edge of the mattress to be closer to you. You want to believe her. But no one can help you.

At your lack of answer, she tried again,

“What led you to ending up here?”

It was a nice way of asking what was wrong with you. You grabbed your bookmark and put it in your book.

“I went caving with a group of people. We thought it was safe but a tunnel collapsed and we got stuck in there for god knows how long”

You paused, trying to find your words and selecting which parts to tell. You didn’t want to talk about It. Whatever It was, you were sure it was with you down there in the caves. And It was not good.

Charlotte was silent, looking at you patiently.

“We barely had any food, and tensions were quick to rise. People died for stupid reasons. We all… did bad things in there. To survive.”

A longer pause. You weren’t sure how to finish your story.

“What happened when you got rescued?” she asked, noticing your struggle

“We didn’t”

“What do you mean?”

Here came the hard part.

“We didn’t get rescued. One day a… another part collapsed. It created a hole. I barely fit through it, but I managed. It lead to the outside. None of the others followed me. I don’t know if they didn’t fit or if it collapsed again after me. But when I found help and told them, they said it was too risky to try to save the others…”

You still felt guilty. Maybe you could’ve helped them out if you had tried to make a bigger path. If you had insisted to try to save them anyways. If you had-

“It’s not your fault”

You heard her words at the same time as you felt her hands holding yours. She was kneeling in front of you, dark brown eyes looking up at you with sympathy.

“You did what you had to do to survive”

You had a weird feeling that she knew how it felt. You looked down at her, your eyes meeting.

You both stayed like that for a moment, in silence, looking in each other’s eyes. Reading in each other’s soul.

You didn’t need words to know. You saw It in her eyes. And she did too.

From that moment on, you got closer to Lottie. Her presence was comforting. Her touch soothing.

You both had your fair share of nightmares at night, and found solace in each other’s arms to the point where there barely was any night where you didn’t sleep in the same bed.

“Can’t sleep?” Lottie finally asked after you shifted in her bed for maybe the twelfth time

You shake you head no.

“Come here”

She pulls you in her arms, a hand on your back, the other in your hair.

“What’s on your mind?” Her voice was soft, as always

You didn’t know what to answer. ‘A lot’ was a little vague. ‘You’ was too honest.

“Nothing” a lie, not much better than the other options

Lottie’s hand went from your hair to the back of your neck, tilting your head up slightly.

“Look at me”

And you did, almost immediately. It was almost amusing to her how quick you always did what she asked. She found it cute.

She took a moment to get lost in your eyes, giving you some time to get lost in hers as well.

You knew she could read you like an open book, but you didn’t mind. It was easier than saying it out loud.

She rested her forehead against yours, the tip of her nose touching yours.

“Stay with me?”

“Always”

You both knew you meant it. This wasn’t like anything either of you had ever experienced. It was natural. It felt right. It would probably come for you both at some point, but at least you’ll be together.