Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio
Characters: Lottie Matthews, Natalie Scatorccio, Van Palmer, Jackie Taylor (Yellowjackets)
Additional Tags: Frat Boy Lottie Matthews, Lesbian Lottie Matthews, Nonbinary Van Palmer, Natalie Scatorccio Needs a Hug, A little angst, a little smut, Hurt/Comfort, just let them be happy please, Angst, Eventual Smut, a little bit of a slowburn, unhelpful jackie taylor
Summary:
It's not a stretch to say everyone - yes, everyone, likes Alpha Kappa Psi President Lottie Matthews. Then she meets Natalie Scatorccio at a rager, and finds her world flipped on its axis.
or:
the fic where lottie is practically campus royalty, and nat doesn't give a shit. featuring jackievan antics, seven-eleven hot dogs, and poorly timed sadecki-walsh rap battles.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie Matthews/Shauna Shipman
Characters: Natalie Scatorccio, Lottie Matthews, Van Palmer
Additional Tags: Exes to Lovers, Minor Lottie Matthews/Shauna Shipman, Implied/Referenced Abuse, yeah it gets angsty, Angst, Porn With Plot, sorry to the lottieshaunas out there, Nonbinary Van Palmer, as always, Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Summary:
The beauty in them had been that they weren’t perfect, but that even in their imperfection, they had still come together at the end of the day. That at a very real point in time, nothing would have been able to tear them apart.
It had fooled Nat into thinking their relationship was invincible.
or:
the fic where lottie runs back to what she knows, and shatters nat's heart in the process.
omg the pure joy that just brought me ahhhh i need more. can i request an angry first kiss in the wilderness?
Yes, you may.
Lottienat drabble time!!!
Rated 17+!
Features: Lottienat angst, Lottie POV, making out, light petting, choking??? tw for blood (visually and textually)
I think i played around with the timeline a bit? Time for a rewatch!
Word count: 1242
you bleed how I bleed (but don’t let that mislead you)
Nat’s mad at her, and not for the first time Lottie has little to no idea why. She tries to help, she tries to offer comfort, she tries and tries and tries, and yet nothing is ever enough. She tries to protect Nat, and even that is enough to upset her. Travis accepts her offerings with thanks - a welcome reprieve, but arguing with Nat is like arguing with a bull. She’s stubborn, headstrong and fierce and worst of all — Lottie admires all of these traits and more.
It’s why when Nat finds her, blood dripping from the self-inflicted wound within her palm, she’s not surprised at the ire that follows.
“What the actual fuck are you doing?” Nat yells - or, it’s less of a yell than it is an exhausted exclamation.
Lottie watches as if in a sort of trance as she clenches her hand and the blood drips from her palm onto the marking she’d carved into the cavern of a tree. “I just want it to be enough,” She tries to explain, “I don’t want anyone else to - to get hurt.” To die, is what she means, but it’s too raw — everything is too raw. It’s not at all what she wants to say, but she never seems to say the right thing when it comes to Nat.
In a moment her wounded arm is snatched away, the cut stinging with the removed pressure.
“Fucking - acting like this is not going to do anything, Lottie! Can’t you see it? We’re going to fucking die out here, and instead of doing shit you’re worshipping something that doesn’t even fucking exist. It’s just us, and we have to - I don’t know, we have to do something, and you think this is the answer? Hurting yourself?”
Lottie whimpers, blood crimson as it drips onto the snow. “I’m protecting us. It will see that I’m offering myself, and it won’t hurt anyone else, and everything will be okay-“
“Nothing about this is going to be fucking okay! Jackie’s dead - she’s in a fucking meat shed, Lottie. It’s just going to get worse, and you acting fucking crazy - pulling everyone into your bullshit, that’s not helping.”
“It’s not bullshit! It was in me, and It’s in you too. You just can’t see It yet.”
Lottie sees Nat shove her before she feels it, amazed at the aggression. It’s in her, she knows it. “It’s shit like that! You’re scaring people, Lottie! There is no ‘It’! There’s just you, and this shit you’ve made up to cope, and people actually believe you. Do you know how insane all of this is?”
Stumbling a little from the push, Lottie uses her uninjured hand to brace herself against the tree moments before impact. She can’t help the grin that spreads across her lips, the shudder that racks through her when she’s pushed again, back hitting the tree harshly.
Nat’s pissed, cheeks red with cold and something else - eyebrows furrowed and fangs bared like a wild animal. Lottie hadn’t intended to get her to this point but it was always an inevitable, their butting of heads. Still, it fills her with a giddy sensation, pulls a manic laugh out of her. “I told you,” Lottie couldn’t wipe the grin off her lips if she tried. “It’s in you. You just have to set It free, Nat, and you’ll understand. All of it.”
A hand wraps around her throat threateningly, though there’s no pressure behind it. Nat’s looking at her incredulously, using an iota of strength to pin Lottie to the tree - it’s not like Lottie would fight back anyway. “You’ve officially fucking lost it.”
It’s the closest Nat had chosen to be to her aside from the pre-hunt ritual. It only serves to make Lottie more giddy, to broaden her grin.
“What’s so funny?” Nat asks irritably, now beginning to apply pressure. Lottie’s limp arm proceeds to drip blood onto the snow as if emboldened, scarlet and beautiful.
Lottie licks her chapped lips and doesn’t miss the way Nat’s eyes flicker down. “You’re shaking.” Lottie laughs, though it’s a little choked through the grip on her neck. “You’re scared It’s in you. It’s too late.”
“That’s not why I’m shaking,” Nat says, malice behind every word.
“Then why?” Lottie asks, though she’s almost positive she knows the answer.
“I fucking hate you.”
Then lips are against Lottie’s, cold and chapped and bruising, dripping with unbridled rage. It’s not innocent, it’s not sweet, Lottie’s certain it’s not how Nat has kissed Travis.
It’s quick - Nat pulls away as if she’s been burned, hand leaving Lottie’s throat as if she’s finally come to. Lottie levels her with a sickly-sweet smile. “How much?” She ignores the heaving of Nat’s chest, the way she’s biting her lips as if in restraint. “How much do you hate me, Nat?” She takes a brave step into Nat’s space, uses their height difference in an almost demeaning way.
Maybe Lottie is a little unhinged. That doesn’t make It any less real.
The act spurs something in Nat, something raw and animalistic as she yanks Lottie down by the cuff of her winter coat and kisses her again this time - more assuredly but just as fueled by anger. This kiss burns, and Lottie can’t help but hiss as she realizes Nat has bitten her bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. It smears against the both of their lips and quickly warms the kiss, the pain shooting through both Lottie’s hand and now her lip nothing compared to the euphoria of seeing Nat let go.
The kiss turns filthy, blood mixing with saliva as it turns open-mouthed, the taste of iron tinging both of their tongues.
Lottie feels Nat push her back up against the tree with her free hand, the bark rough even through the fabric of her clothes. Her bloodied hand dangles uselessly, though she doesn’t hesitate to tangle her free hand in Nat’s hair. Nat started it - she wasn’t backing out so easily.
It’s impossible for Lottie not to moan into the kiss, not when it’s this dirty, this angry. Nat’s lips are insistent, the pressure behind them making Lottie’s newly-attained wound sting even more. It doesn’t help when Nat bites again, when she dips her hand under the fabric of Lottie’s layered clothing to dig furious nails into her skin.
“Nat,” Lottie moans, sensations building until this isn’t enough, until she needs something more.
“Shut the fuck up.” Nat growls against her lips, nails pressing harder as their tongues resume their dance, Lottie’s dangling hand itching to paint Nat red with her blood.
Obediently, Lottie fights the whimper that threatens to bubble in her throat. There’s something about this Nat that isn’t like her usual self, that sends a little shock of fear down Lottie’s spine. It may be inside all of them, but within Nat It’s vicious, scathing and unrestrained.
Nat’s hand climbs Lottie’s side, scratching at the skin until she skims the underwire of Lottie’s bra. At this Lottie can’t help but murmur a “Please,” thighs clenched tight as Nat toys with her, Nat’s own sadistic grin pressed against Lottie’s lips.
When she pulls away their lips are connected by red-tinged spit, Lottie breathing heavily while Nat, aside from the flush in her cheeks, looks strangely collected - pleased for once, even.
“We should head back - get your hand wrapped up.” Nat says, like she cares.
Lottie, briefly, understands this ‘hate’ feeling.
Notes: first drabble on here ….i hope you enjoyed anon <3 if not you’re free to stone me
the inboxes got to me. every day - where's blood ties? is blood ties updated? when are you updating blood ties? WELL THERE
but no seriously i hope you guys enjoy i think everything i write is like the shittiest prose to have ever been prosed so like fuck just take this update with a grain of salt if i'm being honest
like i just got back from the club and wrote for three hours and like my brain is just. mush. it's 4am i'm going to bed
i ALSO wanted to say that, and this is very annoying and tentative, either my Fleabag lottienat au OR my Valerian and the city of 1000 planets niche as fuck lottienat au one-shots will probably be posted before the next chapter. because there is something wrong with me. probably fleabag. but also maybe valerian. and then blood ties. but you guys want to see how yamb ends so. fuck. WHATEVER COMES FIRST WINS!
posted a new work on AO3 while i struggle with my YAMB writer's block!!! feedback is very much so welcome
https://archiveofourown.org/works/63425062
Chapters: 1/?
Fandom: Yellowjackets (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Lottie Matthews/Natalie Scatorccio
Characters: Lottie Matthews, Natalie Scatorccio
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - No Plane Crash (Yellowjackets), Teen Timeline (Yellowjackets), POV Natalie Scatorccio, Basically, serial killer girlfriends, with some humor, no beta we die like jackie, Friends to Lovers, your fav might die, Sorry Not Sorry, Porn With Plot, Other Additional Tags to Be Added
Summary:
Chin up. Eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if in confusion, docile, like she wouldn’t hurt a fly. They’re innocent. Wrong place, wrong time.
That’s the going story, anyway.
It’s a good one. All of Lottie’s ideas are, like they have been from the start. Still - when you’re taking in two suspects in a string of spree killings throughout Wiskayok, New Jersey, Nat supposes the police reserve the right to play it extra safe.
OR: the lottienat serial killer au where they take out their homoerotic tension on everyone else
