A May-December romance is any where there is a larger than average age difference between the partners involved. Sometimes this is met with disapproval, sometimes it is arranged, sometimes it is abuse of power, and other times it just happens and it's no one's fault or doing. This meme focuses on those relationships.
- Post with your character, preferences, and note their ages (or an estimate if no canon age is given). - Please don't forget to note how much of an age gap you're comfortable with! - Look around, tag. Have fun! Make up a scenario or make use of the prompts below.
beginning 1. confession - you've just confessed your love. How is it received? 2. coerced - they have more power than you and you have no choice but to go along. 3. arranged - this was an arranged union and may not have had anything to do with your choosing at all. 4. secret - it would be forbidden or frowned upon, but you can't resist...
middle 1. difference - does the age difference make things difficult? 2. domesticity - just a day in the life... 3. experience - one of you has more experience than the other, but at least they're eager to teach. 4. argument - you're fighting for one reason or another.
end 1. breakup - things aren't working. 2. discovered - your forbidden secret has been found out and judged. 3. another - one of you has fallen in love with another. 4. happily ever after - against all odds, you've made it work.
[ Older party. Can be anywhere from 45-55 depending if you want him post-prison and a really bad breakup. I'm looking for someone 18+ and preferably with a little fight in him. He's a gangster and doesn't go in for delicate guys personality wise (if he just looks pretty, that's fine). Modern to futuristic AU/vampirism is a go if that's your preff. ]
[It's been a week since Tommy Shelby had handed Harry an envelope with fifty thousand sterling and the key to his new London club in an old brick building owned by the Shelby Company, on Shelby turf. It's not a bad deal, considering the alternative.
It's not hard to spot Michael Gray. He doesn't share Tommy's last name, but there's no mistaking him for anything but a Shelby. Eighteen years old with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other wearing a man's suit tailored to a boy's body. He's not old enough to be in the club, but he sits at the bar like he owns the place, and he does own a share. Michael is safer here than a witness in police custody. Untouchable. If Tommy is the king of this territory, Michael is the prince.
The curve of his cheek is soft and dimples when he smiles. He's listening to a joke, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth when he spots Harry. It doesn't stop him from laughing at the punchline. Michael simply turns his attention from the bartender when it's over, wordlessly dismissive while silently allowing the approach of another. Everyone who works for Tommy, which is a substantial number in the currently thin crowd, turns to silently measure the new owner, and partner in Peaky business, then turns away.
All except Michael.
His eyes are large and round, somewhere between blue and green, bright and dark at he same time. It's easy to get lost in them. He doesn't blink. Doesn't feign respect, or disinterest. His curiousity is as bursting and brazen as the rest of him.]
Hello, I'm Michael Gray. Thomas Shelby's book keeper. And yours.
[He's a posh lad, with a posh voice. Soft as his lips. Bunt as his fist.]
You're Mr. Harry Starks. I've heard so much about you. I wonder, have you heard about me?
[ Even for a man of Harry Stark's prestige, fifty thousand sterling was no sum to spit at. It might have been a decade or so ago that he was taking this sort of dosh from geezers who wanted him to negotiate, or otherwise hammer down a sore thumb in their racket, but it wasn't that long ago in Harry's mind. He was his own boss now, could afford to make his own decisions in things, but he hadn't forgotten.
Tommy hadn't told him what he was traveling to Birmingham for yet, what his partnership would entail, but he'd given enough to make him interested to take a trip from London with his best man, Jock, at his side and back. He assumed he'd hear Tommy's pitch soon enough whenever the man decided to show up. Harry was early to the meeting - he always was when the territory was unfamiliar, to give him just a little bit of an upper hand at scouting. Sometimes it was sooner, sometimes later, to make him less predictable. He was certainly never late when it was business.
Michael attracts his eye immediately when he enters the bar, and rightly so. He's young and handsome; the fact that he's dapper and confident can only serve to hold the aging homosexual's attention all the more. The shaved sides of his head identify him very quickly as a peaky blinder, as the style is meant to do.
His introduction as Harry approaches the bar for a drink distracts him from doing just that; good old Jock, he orders for both of them, knowing Harry will prefer a whiskey for business. ]
You'd best be careful about introducing yourself that way, my son. Seems like you've 'eard somethin' about me, but maybe you ain't 'eard it all.
[ His Cockney accent lends to the playfulness of his warning flirt. He reaches into the inner breast pocket of his camel-colored overcoat, slowly producing a silver case. Of course he's got a packet of brand cigarettes tucked away, but... Yeah, he's looking to impress when he flips open the collection of rolled ones.
After sticking one of them into the corner of his own mouth, he offers Michael one from the rest of the collection with a tip of the hand. ]
I know enough to know you ain't been about long enough as an accountant to make a real reputation for yourself. If we're tellin' truths, the best book keepers never do.
[ Troofs, more like. He offers his right hand even as his left digs in for a lighter. ]
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bakerstreet2018-01-31 07:44 am
MAY-DECEMBER ROMANCE
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the boy - coerced
It's not hard to spot Michael Gray. He doesn't share Tommy's last name, but there's no mistaking him for anything but a Shelby. Eighteen years old with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other wearing a man's suit tailored to a boy's body. He's not old enough to be in the club, but he sits at the bar like he owns the place, and he does own a share. Michael is safer here than a witness in police custody. Untouchable. If Tommy is the king of this territory, Michael is the prince.
The curve of his cheek is soft and dimples when he smiles. He's listening to a joke, smoke curling from the corner of his mouth when he spots Harry. It doesn't stop him from laughing at the punchline. Michael simply turns his attention from the bartender when it's over, wordlessly dismissive while silently allowing the approach of another. Everyone who works for Tommy, which is a substantial number in the currently thin crowd, turns to silently measure the new owner, and partner in Peaky business, then turns away.
All except Michael.
His eyes are large and round, somewhere between blue and green, bright and dark at he same time. It's easy to get lost in them. He doesn't blink. Doesn't feign respect, or disinterest. His curiousity is as bursting and brazen as the rest of him.]
Hello, I'm Michael Gray. Thomas Shelby's book keeper. And yours.
[He's a posh lad, with a posh voice. Soft as his lips. Bunt as his fist.]
You're Mr. Harry Starks. I've heard so much about you. I wonder, have you heard about me?
no subject
Tommy hadn't told him what he was traveling to Birmingham for yet, what his partnership would entail, but he'd given enough to make him interested to take a trip from London with his best man, Jock, at his side and back. He assumed he'd hear Tommy's pitch soon enough whenever the man decided to show up. Harry was early to the meeting - he always was when the territory was unfamiliar, to give him just a little bit of an upper hand at scouting. Sometimes it was sooner, sometimes later, to make him less predictable. He was certainly never late when it was business.
Michael attracts his eye immediately when he enters the bar, and rightly so. He's young and handsome; the fact that he's dapper and confident can only serve to hold the aging homosexual's attention all the more. The shaved sides of his head identify him very quickly as a peaky blinder, as the style is meant to do.
His introduction as Harry approaches the bar for a drink distracts him from doing just that; good old Jock, he orders for both of them, knowing Harry will prefer a whiskey for business. ]
You'd best be careful about introducing yourself that way, my son. Seems like you've 'eard somethin' about me, but maybe you ain't 'eard it all.
[ His Cockney accent lends to the playfulness of his warning flirt. He reaches into the inner breast pocket of his camel-colored overcoat, slowly producing a silver case. Of course he's got a packet of brand cigarettes tucked away, but... Yeah, he's looking to impress when he flips open the collection of rolled ones.
After sticking one of them into the corner of his own mouth, he offers Michael one from the rest of the collection with a tip of the hand. ]
I know enough to know you ain't been about long enough as an accountant to make a real reputation for yourself. If we're tellin' truths, the best book keepers never do.
[ Troofs, more like. He offers his right hand even as his left digs in for a lighter. ]
Pleasure, anyway.
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