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Too close, too far. by Maaydy
Fandoms: ジョジョの奇妙な冒険 | JoJo no Kimyou na Bouken | JoJo's Bizarre Adventure
20 Mar 2026
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It started with small things.
A brush of hands, a shared glance.
Then absence made all the difference. -
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The world was burning.
Ajax’s eyes were burning too.
The Heavenly Principles have fallen. The price of victory was, however, too steep.
Ajax always knew that it would happen someday.The end was near.
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The word “Forever” was always spoken so carelessly amongst mortals, a promise spoken in the dark, a spur of the moment. Zhongli had never understood the need.
He had watched empires crumble under the weight of that word, had seen beings far older than the crust that he now walks upon use the same word with such certainty-- and yet where are they now, if not one with the dust of the ground that bore them?
He supposed, somewhere over the course of his retirement, he would come to understand it.
It's been some years since that thought last found him.
He still does not.
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Our favorite geo archon strolls the modern streets of liyue and reminisces about the war and a certain auburn-haired man. -
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“I want your baby, Ajax.” Warily, Childe turned Zhongli’s face towards his own to meet his amber gaze. “I need it. My instincts are beginning to recognize you as a mate. And my body wants to consummate that.” Childe froze, heat flushing his body, his cock twitching back to life inside his lover.
“But that’s not… possible, right?” Childe asked on a breathless exhale.
“I am an adeptus, Ajax. Anything is possible.”*****
Zhongli’s heat is a little more… real, this time.
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“Xiansheng,” Childe says, and although his voice is soft, it cracks Zhongli’s soul, sending shards spinning in the light. “It’s always been you who hasn’t wanted—more. This is…” He blows out a breath, and it washes over Zhongli, warm and lulling. “Are you still rational?”
“Yes.” Faint. He prepares for his heart to shatter, for Childe to deliver the final blow.
“Do you want me to leave? Truly?”
Distress claws at him, sinking squalid claws into the soft part of his soul, and before he can fully process his own movements, Childe’s wrist is trapped under his hand, and his claws—oh, his claws—dig into soft flesh.
Childe helps Zhongli through a heat.