MaskedMemories

Pairing: Nurse Ann x f!reader

⚠️ fluff

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the tall windows of the Creepypasta mansion, casting a warm glow across the usually chaotic kitchen. For once, it was completely quiet.

You sat at the wooden table, nursing a warm mug of tea and enjoying the rare moment of peace. The stillness didn’t last long, though. The heavy oak door creaked open, and Ann Lusen came inside. She wasn't carrying her signature black chainsaw today. Instead, she looked incredibly relaxed, her long dark hair falling loosely over her shoulders instead of being tucked away, and her usual stark medical gown replaced by a oversized, comfortable sweater. Even the stitches tracing across her pale skin looked softened by the morning light.

"Mind if I join you?" Ann asked, her voice surprisingly gentle compared to her usual clinical tone.

"Not at all," you smiled, sliding a chair out for her.

She offered a small, rare smile that reached her striking, unconventional eyes. Ann set down a small paper bag she had been holding. As she opened it, the rich, sweet scent of vanilla and melted sugar filled the air. She pulled out two perfectly glazed pastries, still warm from a nearby bakery she had visited during her early morning rounds.

"I figured the others would eat the whole kitchen if they were awake," Ann murmured, sliding one of the pastries toward you. "Think of it as a preemptive health measure. A happy mind makes for a resilient body."

"You're just looking out for my medical well-being?" you teased, taking a bite. The pastry was delicious.

Ann's cheeks took on a faint, endearing tint of pink. She looked down at her own hands, tracing the stitched lines along her knuckles. "Well... maybe I just wanted to spend some quiet time with you before the mansion turns into a madhouse."

Heart warmed by her unexpected forwardness, you reached across the table and gently placed your hand over hers. She didn't pull away. Instead, she turned her hand over, letting her fingers lace securely through yours. Her skin was naturally cool, but the gesture itself felt entirely warm.

For the next hour, the terrifying undead nurse vanished, replaced entirely by a sweet companion who laughed softly at your jokes, shared stories about her favorite quiet spots in the surrounding woods, and fed you a small piece of her pastry just to see you blush. It was a perfect, gentle pocket of calm in a world that was usually anything but chaotic.

Pairing: Homicidal Liu x f!reader

Warning fluff

The heavy rain outside continued to pelt against the mansion windows, but the living room had cleared out, leaving a cozy silence behind. Toby had finally wandered off to deliver the untangled yarn to Sally, leaving you alone on the couch.

A few minutes later, the door creaked open, and Homicidal Liu stepped into the room.

His long leather coat was damp from the storm, and his signature striped scarf was pulled high up over his neck, partially hiding the heavy stitching on his face. He looked exhausted, his shoulders slumped as he ran a hand through his messy brown hair.

When his green eyes met yours, the tight, guarded line of his shoulders visibly relaxed.

"Mind if I sit?" he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble.

Before you could even answer, a sudden, harsh shift took over his expression. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his voice dropped an octave, dripping with mock annoyance. "As if they’d say no to us, Liu. Just sit down already."

You smiled warmly, entirely unfazed by Sully—the aggressive alternate personality sharing Liu's mind. Over time, you had learned that despite Sully's loud and grumpy outbursts, he was just as protective of this quiet space as Liu was.

"Of course, Liu. Come here," you said, patting the empty spot on the couch next to you.

Liu offered a small, grateful smile and sank into the cushions. He unwrapped his damp scarf, tossing it over the arm of the chair to dry, and sighed as the warmth of the room finally reached him.

You reached over to the coffee table and picked up a fresh book you had brought down earlier, along with a small box of colored adhesive tabs. You knew Liu loved to read—it was one of the few things that completely calmed both him and Sully down.

"I bought this for you," you said softly, sliding the book into his hands. "I thought we could tab our favorite quotes together."

Liu looked down at the cover, his eyes softening completely. He traced the smooth paper with his fingers. "You remembered I wanted to read this."

"It's about time someone brought us something useful instead of more bloodstains," Sully grumbled, though his tone lacked any real bite. In fact, a faint, rare smirk tugged at the left side of Liu's stitched mouth—a clear sign that Sully was secretly pleased.

Liu cracked the book open to the first page, leaning his shoulder heavily against yours. You rested your head against him, breathing in the scent of rain, old paper, and the faint trace of his leather jacket.

For the next hour, the only sounds in the room were the turning of pages and the soft rustle of plastic tabs. Liu read aloud in his smooth, quiet voice. Whenever a sentence struck a chord, you would hand him a bright pink or blue tab, and he would carefully press it onto the edge of the page with his gloved thumb.

At one point, while reading a particularly beautiful description of a quiet landscape, Liu's voice trailed off. You looked up and saw him staring down at you, his green eyes filled with a profound, quiet affection.

"Thank you," Liu whispered, his hand finding yours and squeezing it tightly. "For making it quiet in here."

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss to the top of your head, his stitches scratching lightly against your hair. For the rest of the rainy evening, the monsters of the mansion stayed far away, leaving the two—or rather, three—of you in perfect, peaceful warmth.