i love how, between the timurov sisters, on one side, we have:
yumekira; an enemies to lovers ship, between two mentally unstable girls, with family problems, where one of them undeniably loves power, is the president of the student council, and is extremely possessive, and the other loves to defy the rules, is a compulsive gambler, and loves to provoke the president of the student council.
and on the other side, we have
mariri; an strangers to lovers (can I classify them as such?) ship between two girls who needed — and one of them still needs — to hide behind a facade, a mask, whether by their own will or someone else's, to fit in somewhere and to please other people's expectations, and they start to really be interested in each other when they see more of their true selves, when they start to trust, even if just a little, on each other.
and just love how the sister who kills people is probably the one who treats her gf like a goddess on earth but in a kind, soft way. Kira has her more aggressive ways but Yumeko must like it.
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mary x riri vampire au but instead of riri being the vampire,, Mary is and Riri’s a hunter. and like Mary is this new girl at the school and Riri is like “holy shit I’m in love” then to “holy shit she’s a vampire”
bonus points if you add Timurov sibling trauma by making Riri half vampire with her mom was vampire,, or like a high ranking one, and Arkadi used her to gain influence over the vampire realm n stuff, and Kira’s completely human and has a grudge against vampires, and what makes Riri so important to arkadi is that she can use some vampire magic against the vampires themselves (no she can’t turn into animals or bats or however you wanna use vampires just silly little magic because she’s only half)
and one extra bonus point if you want to sneak Yumekira in there by making Yumeko a vampire who wants to find and kill the hunters that killed her parents
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it's val again, coming back like Suki but it's to feed y'all ♡ this is Mary's POV btw, please don't be mad for leaving y'all on a cliffhanger, i love you all
CREDITS: @frant1cfawn @mari-thesapphic-lady
frant1cfawn's ideas are used in here, as this whole au is, I just stitched the ideas together, and mari-thesapphic-lady's headcanons for Mary are used!
Anyways, thanks for reading these credits if you read the bold writing, these are in place so everyone gets credit for what they do/ what they post! Thank them for this au too ♡ couldn't make it without them!- val ♡
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Of course Mary Davis of all people had to go spirit boxing with three of the weirdest, creepiest nerds she'd ever met. She kept telling herself: 'It's for the ten grand.'
But honestly, Mary had been haunted before. Glimpses of a certain girl masked and broken in her peripheral, vanishing as soon as Mary glanced towards it. Waved it off. It's just my mind playing tricks on me. I'm just tired. It's sleep deprivation.
Little did she know, even God couldn't save her for what was coming.
Mary left the room after she finally finished unpacking. She could have asked her housepets, but Mary would be lying if she said she wasn't interested in her roommate. Mary wanted to see what Yumeko Kawamoto was all about.
Yumeko Kawamoto, number three on the leader board. A -pun DEFINITELY NOT intended- ghost. She lingered on the edges of the Gambling Hall, with her smiles that stretched too wide and manic energy.
Mary thought of her as a mystery. And mysteries like her were meant to be solved. So, Mary gambled her way up the ranks, for three reasons now.
One, finally solve Yumeko, and two, pay off debts. And one goal on the side: Obtain power.
Mary sighed like she carried the weight of something bigger than herself on her shoulders. The flickers came back. The same girl Mary called 'Mask' to be efficient.
Mask seemed to be walking beside her, ever so slightly behind. Mary didn't look. She had gotten used to seeing Mask, it was slightly comforting in a way.
She didn't question it, and wouldn't dare ask Yumeko. Mary nearly passed by the music room and smelled smoke. She furrowed her brows in confusion and walked in.
There was no smoke, and no fire, so Mary turned to leave when the door shut and locked.
"What the h**l?" Mary tried the doorknob in vain.
A few notes of a violin in the corner stilled her. There's no way.
Mary turned, and sure enough, there was Mask, broken, bloodied, pale, and ethereal. Playing 'Angel Lullaby' by Lex de Azevedo. On the violin.
Mask's hands were shaky, like she was nervous. But never once did she voice that. Mask was dead silent the whole time, staring at Mary like she hung the stars and made the moon shine.
As soon as the lullaby stopped however, the violin came down gently, and rested there, as if it had never been touched. And Mask, disappeared. The door opened for her.
Mary didn't leave immediately, rooted to the polished hardwood floor like the lullaby ensnared her. She still felt goosebumps and shivered at the cold.
What.
The.
F**k.
There goes 10 grand. If Mary sees Mask again during the spirit boxing, she's definitely losing the bet.
Mary went back to her shared room with Yumeko, too rattled to make a snarky remark at the picture resting on the plush armchair by the door, or how Yumeko was perched on the edge of her bed, touching a finger to her bottom lip like someone who'd been kissed for the first time.
Yumeko didn't look up from staring at the wall, and in fact, was smiling like she'd gotten a big piece of a puzzle back after years of searching.
"What happened to you?" Mary asked, half concerned, half teasing.
Yumeko looked up with a twinkle in her eye and the same manic smile. "I was visited, and so it seems you have too."
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It was midnight. Mary kept glancing around her, and her eyes kept darting to Yumeko, because. What the f**k was she talking about?
They both pretended to be asleep until the near silent alarm for midnight went off. They got up, Mary leaning against the door, acting like she wasn't absolutely mortified by what happened earlier that day. She hadn't seen Mask all day after that instrumental performance she watched.
Yumeko on the other hand, hummed a song as she gathered her ghost hunting gear, stuff Mary had no idea was even allowed here. She looked at Mary.
"You look terrified."
"No, I'm not."
"Okay, I'm just teasing you."
A knock sounded at the door. Near silent. Still made Mary's soul leave her body. "Jesus!"
Yumeko giggled and opened the door to reveal not Mask, but Ryan and Michael.
Michael looked melancholic, Ryan looked nervous.
"Hey guys, are you ready to spirit box right under our dear President's nose?" Yumeko asked, a little too excited and hyper for midnight.
God himself probably couldn't save her now.
Michael nodded. He was a little too quiet. Ryan whispered, "Yeah, minus the under our President's nose part though."
Yumeko let out a quiet laugh and held up her cherry red retro themed radio like it was a holy relic. "Well, let's get going!"
Mary went beside Yumeko, who was practically skipping her way to the Student Council office.
Ryan and Michael followed behind slowly, silently, like detached shadows still clinging onto their casters.
They walked into the Student Council office silently. Yumeko placed the radio down on the center of the glass table. Sat down on the right of the throne the Student Council President where Yumeko always did, and waited. Mary sank into hers, and the boys followed suit, Michael looked paler than usual, but didn't give anything away.
Yumeko spoke first. "If this room is haunted, can you answer in any way, via the radio or anything in this room?"
No answer. An orb of light flickered into view and disappeared in the corner of the room, where the windows were. The radio turned on.
"We..."
"Were..."
"Burned..."
"Stabbed..."
"Silenced..."
"And..."
"So..."
"Will..."
"YOU..."
Cracks spread along the glass table, towards Michael for some reason. Why, out of everyone here, did Michael of all people have to?
Yumeko asked another question. "Why must he burn?"
Silence. Pictures rose, and slammed down on the cracked table, breaking the picture frames.
A picture of the Student Council, although this one was crossed out, stabbed, angry scribbles on their bodies, all except the original Yumeko.
The radio stayed silent. The room dropped colder. Mary shivered and wished she'd brought a heavier sweater. Something small inside Mary told her it was futile.
She felt the urge to get up, so she did. Mary stood by the chair.
Something touched her shoulder and there was Mask. Beside her. Although now she knew who Mask was.
This was Riri Timurova. The ghost who'd haunted her since her first day here.
Mary didn't scream. Couldn't. It felt like she didn't have a voice anymore.
Yumeko stared at the picture before her.
Stared at Michael.
Asked another question, softer. "Was the one who came to me earlier today Kira Timurova?"
Static. No words. In between static, it felt like there were whispers amongst ghosts.
"Don't..."
"Tell..."
"Say..."
"Nothing..."
"Liar..."
"Hear..."
Static turned back into static.
Mary didn't feel the weight of Riri's presence, but her chest felt lighter, and she had the confidence to ask a question of her own.
"Why are you still haunting this place?"
That set the ghosts off. Nice going, Mary. You p**sed off the ghosts of your predecessors.
"WE..."
"HAD..."
"SO..."
"MUCH..."
"TO..."
"LIVE..."
"FOR..."
More cracks appeared over the table. They spread from the radio, like the radio itself was haunted.
"SO..."
"MANY..."
"PLANS..."
"GONE..."
Yumeko was crying now. Silently. Mary didn't think the girl noticed she was.
Weeping was heard through the radio. Then real, ghost like wailing was heard from corners of the room. But, it was garbled, like their vocal cords didn't work right. It was haunting. Unsettling. Sad.
"loved..."
"we..."
"lost..."
"miss..."
"love..."
These weren't the big bad rulers of the school now. They were kids. Teenagers really. Scared. Lost. Missing loved ones. They didn't have closure. Weren't allowed it. Didn't even finish high school.
Mary's heart was touched to say the least.
"Do you know who killed you?"
Yumeko's voice was softer. Quieter. Cracked and frayed at the edges.
Static, then:
"No..."
"Longer..."
"Anymore..."
The radio went dark. The ghosts were done talking. Done dealing with their past. For now at least.
Mary rubbed her temples. She lost the bet, but now, Mary didn't care. Buried deep down inside her, Mary wanted to find these ghosts closure. To lay them to rest.
