#tldr: history prof reunites with dead bf hijinks ensue

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On the bus, so let’s talk about the immortal mahiru au.

Mahiru starts out as a courtesan’s son in the heian period

He ends up accidentally gaining immortality from a god he unknowingly helped. (Probably a sun god, for symbolism reasons)

He doesn’t notice at first, but eventually it becomes obvious he hasn’t aged at all in the last ten years.

It’s an adjustment for sure, getting used the immortality and the innate magick that comes with it.

So he does the only rational thing he can think of. He fakes his death and leaves the country.

Spending the next couple decades country hoping, he finally decides enough is enough and temporarily settles down in a small English town in the county of Lancashire.

He meets the local shepherd, a pretty young man named Adam, who offers the wanderer a job on the tenet farm he runs. It was left to him after his parents passed away from sickness.

It doesn’t take very long for a romance to blossom between the two. It’s the first time in almost a century mahiru can really connect to someone.

This doesn’t last of course. Adam dies, rather horribly I may add, and mahiru is once again left to pick up the pieces of his scattered life.

He leaves town after the funeral, that’s nothing left for him here anymore. He keeps Adam’s small golden cross necklace, wearing it constantly.

He spends the next several centuries wandering, mostly working as a travelling exorcist. It’s surprising common how often he can find work, Europe has some serious spirit problems.

There is one rumour he can’t bare to actually check. Rumours of a wraith clad in a tattered black cloak and a ram skull mask, carrying a black sword with black roses on the hilt. The Lancashire Reaper, folk called the spector.

Though he could never bring himself to return to Lancashire, he never actually left Europe. As much as it hurt, England was always the place he’d find himself walking back to.

He meets other immortals along the way, though he never stays long enough to form long lasting relationships. He just won’t risk that kind of heartbreak again.

Some of the immortals speak in hushed whispers about a faceless man and the demonic vampires he created. Few actually payed these rumours any mind.

Eventually mahiru settles down again, this time in London. He gets a job teaching history at a local university. Things are going well for a while.

He’d been walking home from work when he came across the cat. A small black stray. It seemed hurt, so mahiru took it home.

It seemed normal until he got home the next day. He’d just hung up his coat and bag when a voice made him jump.

“So, you’re the man messing about somewhere he ought not to be.”

It was rough and sarcastic, but so achingly familiar. Mahiru almost didn’t want to turn around, but he did.

He met the stranger’s eyes, the man perched atop a shelf opposite the professor. Blood red eyes, ice blue hair, a slight point to his ears. Soft freckles dusted his cheeks, dark circles frames his eyes. He was pale and looked exhausted, but he was undeniably beautiful in a strange unearthly way.

But it was the man’s expression that had mahiru’s interest. The way it has changed from a look of apathetic disinterest to confusion to shock to disbelief and pain. The way he’d raise a shaking hand to his pretty trembling lips. The way his eyes went wide. The way the words fell breathless from his tongue.

“No, no, that’s not possible.” The words made mahiru frown. He knew better than to push his luck. But now he was curious. So he asked his question. “What’s not possible?”

“Mahiru?”

He forgot how much he loved hearing his name off those lips. His fingers traced the small gold cross that hung around his neck. That scarlet gaze followed his fingers, a soft gasp and a quiet “you kept it?” Was all he needed to hear.

That first kiss left them both breathless, but that didn’t matter. It wouldn’t be the last kiss that night. Or any night after.

Mahiru wasn’t about to lose his love twice.