One shots || fem reader

Forever hers || Lottie Matthews

Back with another Lottie thingy hehe 🤭 again idk what I did but here you go hope it makes sense 😭
Warnings: s3 spoilers kinda, mention of blood, tasting blood while kissing, mention of Lottie axe murdering someone

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.

Maybe your connection to the wilderness had something to do with it, maybe not. Either way you didn't care, as long as you could be forever hers.