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I just want to say so far every chapter of AGAIN ITS US has left me absolutely devastated and many of tears have been shed. I absolutely adore how you write and I've never been this emotional over a fic in my life I'm so invested PLEASE keep it up I love your work 🫶🫶🫶
thank you so much <3 it’s been a minute but i’m hoping to get back into regular updates very soon!! i love my lottienat
She was alone in this. And she would have to be enough.
That's when the knock at the door came.
Natalie jumped, heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The sound was sharp, unexpected, slicing through the oppressive silence that had settled over the room. She glanced toward the door, breath hitching, a tremor running through her fingers as she pushed herself up from the chair. The weight in her chest tightened; exhaustion and anxiety tangled in her limbs. For a long moment, she just stood there, caught between dread and reluctant hope.
When she opened the door, Lottie was there. Not just standing there. Waiting. Patiently. Like she belonged to this worn-out, grief-soaked street. Arms folded loosely, her presence somehow steady and gentle all at once. Her dark eyes held a softness that felt almost like a balm, even though Natalie barely knew her. The faint scent of damp earth and fresh flowers clung to her, subtle but unmistakable, a fragile warmth against the funeral home’s cold.
Lottie’s lips parted as if to say something welcoming, kind, maybe even comforting. But before a word could fall, Natalie’s defenses broke. Her voice, taut with exhaustion and something fragile she couldn’t quite hold back, spilled out in a rush.
“I need a wreath,” she told her desperately, voice cracking, raw and unfiltered. “Funeral’s tomorrow. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, man.”
Her eyes searched Lottie’s face, desperate for a sign—any sign—that she wasn’t utterly alone in this. That maybe, just maybe, this stranger across the street could help her shoulder the impossible.
For a heartbeat, the air between them seemed charged. Filled with the unsaid, the fragile threads of connection neither dared fully acknowledge yet.
Lottie’s smile softened, a quiet understanding blooming in her gaze. She took a step forward, offering no false promises, only steady presence.
Natalie swallowed hard, the panic still swirling beneath the surface, but in that moment, something shifted. A fragile flicker of relief, of trust, wavered inside her. Thin as a thread but stubborn as a weed.
And maybe, just maybe, that thread was enough to begin.
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FLORIST!LOTTIE X FUNERAL HOME OWNER!LOTTIE FIC OUT NOW!
LILIES FOR THE MOURNING - CHAPTER 1
At one point, Lottie pulled her into the middle of an exhibit on The Human Body in Myth & Medicine. Bones and blood red tapestries. Ivory tools. Carved saints holding their own eyes in their hands.
“You brought me here for this?” Natalie spoke up, mock horrified.
Lottie laughed. “It’s educational.”
“It’s nightmare fuel.”
“It’s a date.”
Natalie looked at her sideways. Then softened. “Okay,” she whispered. “It’s a date.”
It was somewhere between the mummified cat and the broken Greek statue that the lights flickered.
Just once. Barely a pause. But enough for Lottie to go still.
“Did that happen earlier?” Natalie asked.
“No,” Lottie answered quietly. “But, it’s an old building. Probably just the storm.”
“What storm?”
And then, as if summoned, thunder rolled faintly above them.
The museum was quieter than it should have been. That was the first thing Natalie noticed.
Even with six people walking through the front entrance. Laughing, shaking off coats, slipping phones into purses. It still felt like the walls were holding their breath. Like the exhibits were waiting for something to happen.
“This place is giving me weird vibes already,” Natalie muttered.
Lottie, walking just ahead of her, turned around and smiled like it was a compliment. “Isn’t it amazing?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You’re here,” Lottie spoke softly, still smiling. “That’s what matters.”
Natalie looked away, pretending to study a nearby sign about the museum’s closing. She didn’t want to admit that she would’ve gone anywhere Lottie asked. That she already had. Maybe too many times.
They followed Jules, Kaya, Maya, and Rina into the first gallery. Vaulted ceilings, soft amber lights, a strange hush over everything, even the echo of their steps. The exhibit was called Romance & Ruin: A Study in Devotion, and it was just that. Portraits and sculptures of lovers, of saints, of fallen heroes locked in embraces that never looked quite peaceful.
Lottie slowed in front of a marble piece tucked in the corner; a woman seated on a stone bench, one hand outstretched. Her eyes were cast downward, lips parted like she was waiting to be spoken to.
“She reminds me of someone,” Lottie murmured.
Natalie stepped closer. The woman was dressed in long robes, but there was armor carved beneath the folds. Almost hidden. “Yeah,” she said. “You.”
Lottie gave her a look. “What, the sad noblewoman?”
Natalie tilted her head. “I was thinking more like… someone who waited for someone who never came back.”
Lottie went quiet for a moment. “That still sounds like me.”
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the newest chapter of ‘AGAIN, IT’S US’ is out now. a multi-life lottienat fic following them through lives until they get one right.
CHAPTER 1: IF I RUN, IT’S WITH YOU. (princess!lottie x knight!natalie)
CHAPTER 2: SWEET, ‘TIL SPOILED. (drug dealer!natalie x party girl!lottie)
CHAPTER 3: A SHAPE THAT FITS YOU. (artist!lottie x muse!natalie)
CHAPTER 4: TAKE THIS HEART AND HUNGER. (vampire!lottie x slayer!natalie)
CHAPTER 5: ALMOST, FOREVER. (bandmates lottienat)
CHAPTER 6: REPLICA. (slasher film lottienat)
"Did… did everyone get one?" Shauna asked.
It was Van who nodded first. "Yeah."
"What the hell is this?" Akilah asked. She looked exhausted. No, worse than that. Like someone who'd been trying to live as if everything was normal, and was starting to crack under the weight of pretending.
They all looked around at each other.
No one admitted to what their note said. Not directly.
"It's someone messing with us," Misty spoke eventually, her voice matter-of-fact, like she was already running fingerprints through a mental database. "Trying to scare us. Classical psychological tactic. Pick at your shame, your guilt, get you on edge. Works better if you're already prone to paranoia. Or—"
"Misty." Taissa cut in, her tone sharp but tired. "Not the time."
Lottie ran a hand through her hair and looked at Natalie. "The text… it was just us, right?"
Natalie nodded slowly. "Yeah. I didn't tell anyone about it."
"I didn't either." Lottie answered.
A beat.
Mari tilted her head. "So why just you two?"
Silence.
Shauna glanced down at her camera. "It feels like… it feels like they know us. Like, really know us."
"Or knew Jackie," Laura Lee cut in softly. She hadn't spoken yet. Her voice was fragile but certain. "She knew all of us better than we give her credit for."
The name cracked something open between them. The familiar pang behind the ribs, the tightening of throats. Even now, no one said dead.
"She wouldn't do this," Natalie murmured, but the conviction didn't quite hold.
"Wouldn't she?" Mari challenged. "She liked control. And drama. And secrets."
"She also liked us," Lottie snapped.
"She liked some of us," Mari cut back, pointedly not looking at Lottie when she said it.
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chapter 3 of DEAD GIRLS TELL NO LIES, a yellowjackets x pretty little liars fic is out now.
MEET THE LIARS (google slides)
CHAPTER 1: J IS FOR JUDGEMENT.
CHAPTER 2: INK DOESN’T LIE.
CHAPTER 3: HEARTSTRINGS & HIDDEN THINGS.
"I think I liked you more than I liked her," Natalie spat out suddenly, startling even herself.
Lottie blinked. "What?"
Natalie flushed. "I mean back then. When it was just us driving to practices. When you'd give me that stupid lavender gum."
"You hated that gum."
"I never said that."
Lottie looked at her, something unreadable in her expression. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a half-crumpled piece, holding it out without a word.
Natalie took it. Let it rest in her palm.
She didn't unwrap it.
"Why didn't we ever—" Natalie started, then stopped.
"Because it would have meant something." Lottie answered, too quickly.
Natalie's breath hitched.
Lottie stood suddenly, wiping her palms on her sweater. "I should go inside. My dad's still awake."
Natalie stood too, slower. "Right."
They stood awkwardly for a moment.
Lottie's eyes flickered over Natalie's face, and for a moment it looked like she might reach for her again. But she stepped back, just barely.
"Be careful," she warned her.
"Of who?" Natalie questioned her. "You? Me? Or the ghost of Jackie Taylor?"
Lottie didn't smile.
And neither did Natalie.
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the second chapter of DEAD GIRLS TELL NO LIES, my pll x yellowjackets fic is OUT NOW!
CHAPTER 1: J IS FOR JUDGEMENT.
CHAPTER 2: INK DOESN’T LIE.
And the worst part?
Each of them thought they were the only one who might be hiding something unforgivable.
Then came the email from the school;
Wiskayok Police have confirmed Jaqueline Taylor is now presumed deceased. The family has arranged a memorial service to be held this Saturday at St. Agatha's Chapel.
None of them wanted to admit it, but they were scared to look each other in the eye.
Because, some part of them knew.
If anyone remembered the truth, if anyone started talking. The whole illusion would shatter.
And Jackie, always a queen of drama, wouldn't be the one buried.
They would.
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A PRETTY LITTLE LIARS X YELLOWJACKETS FIC FT LOTTIENAT, JACKIESHAUNA, TAIVAN, MARIKILAH
MEET THE LIARS (google slide)
START THE STORY (ao3)
It started in a basement that always smelled faintly of rain.
The ceilings were low, the corners damp, the walls patched with tapestries meant to muffle sound that mostly just gathered dust instead. Someone's cousin had a drum kit. Lottie had a bass she barely looked at when she played. And Natalie. Natalie had a voice like scraped velvet and hands that made guitars sound like arguments. The band didn't have a name yet, or a direction, but they had each other. And that felt like something.
Natalie met Lottie through Van, or maybe it was Mari. The specifics got lost somewhere between house shows and half-smoked joints. What mattered was that the first time Lottie plugged in her bass and played alongside Natalie, something shifted in the air. The floor didn't creak. The pipes didn't groan. It was like the house listened.
They didn't talk much at first. Lottie wasn't a talker in general, and Natalie didn't know how to say the right things when she was sober. But there was something magnetic in the silence between them. An understanding that didn't require eye contact. Natalie would start a melody on her cheap, chipped guitar, and Lottie would pick up the tempo like she was there when it was born. They wrote their first song that way; no plan, no words, just sound pulling them toward something unknown.
They called it Charlotte's Song. No one asked who Charlotte was. Everyone knew it was Lottie.
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An excerpt from the newest chapter of AGAIN, IT’S US, a lottienat multi life fic. Out now! Links below
CHAPTER 1: IF I RUN, IT’S WITH YOU.
CHAPTER 2: SWEET, ‘TIL SPOILED.
CHAPTER 3: A SHAPE THAT FITS YOU.
CHAPTER 4: TAKE THIS HEART AND HUNGER.
CHAPTER 5: ALMOST, FOREVER.
Natalie had never believed in monsters.
Not truly. Not the way the other Guild trainees did when they were kids, reciting bedtime warnings about fangs at the window or blood-slicked coffins buried beneath the city. Even after her mother died, throat torn open in the alley behind their home, eyes wide with a fear Natalie would carry forever. She didn't call it a monster.
She called it a vampire. A killable thing.
A body. A mistake. Something that could bleed.
By the time she was twenty-three, Natalie had carved her way through two dozen nests. She'd severed heads, staked hearts, been fed on and survived. She didn't care for ritual, didn't pray, didn't go home. The Guild called her a prodigy. A weapon. They stopped assigning her a partner when they realized no one could keep up.
Then, they gave her a name.
Lottie Matthews.
Not just a vampire. The vampire.
A pureblood. The last surviving daughter of the House of Matthews, a noble line that once ruled the Eastern Courts of the Old War with velvet gloves and iron teeth. Rumors said she hadn't fed on a human in decades. That she refused to sit on any throne. That her power had curdled from disuse. That she was sick with grief. That she could tear a man in two with her mind alone.
She had vanished for years. Centuries, depending on who's telling the story. Until Guild scouts traced recent activity to a ruined cathedral just outside the city's perimeter. Victims left untouched. Crosses defaced but not destroyed. Offerings left behind and seemingly… Accepted.
The message was clear.
She was waiting for someone.
And the Guild sent Natalie.
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an excerpt from the newest chapter of AGAIN, IT’S US, a multi-life lottienat fic
Natalie stepped up to the modeling platform like she owned it. Like it was a stage, or a bed. Or a grave. She laid back, stretched one arm behind her head, and let her legs fall apart. Casual, again. Comfortably. Like the air wasn't thick with eyes.
Lottie's heart knocked harder against her ribs.
She didn't sculpt. She stared. Memorizing. The slope of Natalie's stomach, the curve of her ribs, the faint scar near her right breast. The slightly too long fingers. The birthmark on the inside of her thigh.
She didn't dare blink.
The professor introduced her halfway through the class.
"Natalie Scatorccio."
Lottie mouthed the name silently to herself while scraping the base of a ruined bust. She wrote it in the margins of her sketchpad that night. Over and over, in tiny, lowercase script.
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an excerpt from the newest chapter of AGAIN, IT’S US (my lottienat multi-life fic!)
CHAPTER 1: IF I RUN, IT’S WITH YOU. (princess!lottie x knight!natalie)
CHAPTER 2: SWEET, ‘TIL SPOILED. (party girl!lottie x drug dealer!natalie)
CHAPTER 3: A SHAPE THAT FITS YOU. (artist!lottie x muse!natalie)
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What should I make the next chapter in my multi-life reincarnation lottienat fic?
intern/boss
midwest outlaws
art student/muse
"I know you," Natalie stepped forward. She pulled a piece of hair from Lottie's lip, soft. Gentle. "You do this thing, when it's too much. You disappear, but you stay in the room."
Lottie tilted her head, eyes glassy. "You're poetic when you're trying to fix me."
"I'm not trying to fix you. I'm trying to talk to you."
Lottie flinched. The mirror behind her caught it. Just for a second, a crack in the glass.
Then, "Let's not do that."
"Do what?"
"The whole 'how are you really' thing. The whole 'I see you' thing." She leaned forward, her breath sweet with champagne. "I don't want to be seen. I want to be—"
"Gone?" Natalie offered, softly.
Lottie smiled again. Smaller, this time. "You always know the words."
Natalie didn't move. She looked tired in the light. Not from the party, but from this, from watching Lottie swallow herself down for strangers. From knowing she could never make her stop.
Lottie reached forward, slow. Tugged at her jacket. "Do you have anything?"
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an excerpt from chapter 2 of ‘AGAIN, IT’S US.’ my lottienat multi-life reincarnation fic!
this chapter is based around drug dealer natalie, and rich party girl lottie. messy parties, sharp edges, bad decisions, and the kind of love that burns.
AGAIN, IT’S US. : links
CHAPTER 1: IF I RUN, IT’S WITH YOU.
CHAPTER 2: SWEET, ‘TIL SPOILED.
"You're doing that on purpose," Natalie told her. Her voice was low, rough like it hadn't been used in days.
Lottie blinked slowly. "Doing what?"
Natalie shifted her weight. "Waiting for me to look." Her tone wasn't flirtation, it wasn't anger. It was something worse. Honesty.
Lottie's heart thudded once, hard. She should have dismissed her. Should have turned away, reported the insolence, and summoned someone who bowed when they were supposed to.
Instead, she stood.
And, with soft steps, she walked toward Natalie until they were too close. Until the air between them shimmered like something about to snap.
"You never bow," Lottie told her, quietly.
Natalie's mouth curled. Not quite a smile. More like a scar reopening.
"Should I?"
Lottie reached out, fingers brushing the hilt of the sword at Natalie's hip. She looked up, eyes calm.
"No."
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an excerpt from the first chapter of my multi-life lottienat fic, AGAIN, IT’S US.
lottie and nat keep finding each other across timelines. princess/knight. strangers on a train. cult survivors. wives in suburbia. every time, its them. every time, it ends in ruin. until it doesn’t.
Outside, the wind shrieked louder than before. But inside the cabin, the flame in the center of the hearth burned clean. Natalie turned back to it, barely able to look at the creature anymore.
She felt like something had been taken. Or, maybe left behind.
And, Lottie, quietly, began to hum. A low, wordless tune. A lullaby, maybe.
For the dead.
For the living.
For those who never knew which one they were.
the newest chapter of ‘WHAT’S LEFT IS YOURS TO TAKE’ (a zombie apocalypse au lottienat fic!) is out now!
"And what if they want me?" she asked, quieter this time. Not a challenge. More like a child asking what happens next in a ghost story.
Lottie reached for her hand again, and this time it wasn't with certainty. It was with reverence. Like she was touching something she had waited too long to be worthy of. Her fingers were warm now, impossibly warm.
"Then, I'll give them everything else instead." She confessed in a low hum.
an excerpt from my zombie apocalypse lottienat fic!
WHAT’S LEFT IS YOURS TO TAKE
a lottienat apocalypse au fic
This is a love story. In the way that survival can be love. And the way that love can ruin.
In which Natalie Scatorccio and Lottie Matthews find themselves in a zombie apocalypse. Both are alone, at first. Cryptic, blood-inked notes scattered throughout the forest Natalie searches for supplies leads her to a cabin that should not exist. And to a girl who sees omens in rot, and believes the world is no longer theirs to claim.
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the next chapter of WHAT’S LEFT IS YOURS TO TAKE is out now!! click the link above to read!
WHAT’S LEFT IS YOURS TO TAKE
a lottienat apocalypse au fic
This is a love story. In the way that survival can be love. And the way that love can ruin.
In which Natalie Scatorccio and Lottie Matthews find themselves in a zombie apocalypse. Both are alone, at first. Cryptic, blood-inked notes scattered throughout the forest Natalie searches for supplies leads her to a cabin that should not exist. And to a girl who sees omens in rot, and believes the world is no longer theirs to claim.
READ HERE!