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.
Granted after thousands of years of solitude, coming to collect water more water to start making drinkable was routine, Styxx only pausing when he actually saw a figure on the beach, his gaze lingering for a moment before he continued to the water's edge to fill the pitcher he was holding.
"...So how did you piss off Artemis?" When he was finally done, his gaze returning to the stranger.
Saying he is disoriented after finding himself somewhere that is most definitely neither London nor Narnia is an understatement.
Still, he turns in the direction of the voice, and studies the person for a moment or two in silence. His voice contains even less outward sign of the fact that he's still, fairly badly, mentally scrambled.
"Ah." It rings a faint bell, but only a very faint one. He's simply not that up on his Greek mythology.
He follows the direction of the other man's gaze and then looks down at his wet clothing, and simply says, "I fell into the wrong pool." And because manners are a thing he does remember. "I'm Peter."
"The good news is," Peter says, after a pause, "that dying is likely to send me back where I belong." This all makes it sound like he's some sort of God or just insane, but he is neither. "Why aren't you dead, who are you, and who did you piss off?"
He doesn't sound like he's overly concerned - in fact, he's more tired and frustrated than scared, for the time being. That's likely to change as the situation sinks in.
Though how he sounds may well not. ...Okay, yeah, at some point some of it will show. Right now he just wants to get inside, sit down and -
That's as far as he's gotten.
He follows Styxx back toward the building. "The river-?" Styxx is about all he knows.
He takes the cup when it's offered, in spite of not currently being thirsty. He recognizes that he should drink and... hospitality is hospitality.
"That explains everything." It explains nothing, but still, once he's parked against a wall that he's not quite leaning on, he adds a sincere and surprisingly warm, "Thank you."
He's going to go back to answering questions as soon as he gets salty water down without making himself ill. It is drinkable. It is not pleasant.
There are worse things than salty water, even if he's managed to clear most of the salt. Styxx settles on the bed, lets his head drop back against the wall and eyes the stranger
"...People don't usually just stumble into a place like this. It's going to raise a lot of questions if you're found here, unless they keep it a secret."
"Artemis or if she gets around to sending some of her kori here. Keeping it from the other gods because they tend to be easily pissed off." Styxx turns his head, glances at Peter.
"How do you not know about the gods? Even if they're not your pantheon, you should at least know of them."
"Some of the names are familiar and I've a story or two rattling around my brain, but the specifics aren't. I haven't been in school in a very, very long time and Greek Mythology wasn't particularly well covered even when I was." A short pause as he moves to put the cup down. "And I've spent the last several years in a place where the nearest thing to a God was a lion."
"I don't know that a lion wouldn't be preferable to the bastards on Olympus, all things considered. At least he'd have a valid excuse for preying on people." Styxx let his head drop back against the wall.
He has no idea what to do with himself in this space. He's in fairly good physical condition for now - but also fairly good mental condition. Just sitting down seems rude, but so does hovering.
"Not... safe and certainly predatory in that sense, but not in the sense of preying on people." His Lion, he means. Hey, he loves Aslan, through and through and always. Even with some... shaky faith on more than one occasion. "Reading, writing, history, math. Science. Literature. Bit of Latin. There hadn't been a real focus, yet, really. I was fourteen when I left. I suppose after that it was politics and military command?"
"...Politics and military command." Not that he had a problem with education but - "Between the war and my siblings school was more an exercise in frustration than educational."
"So you were leading an army at 14? How long did your war last?" Styxx shifted to his feet, gestured for Peter to sit before moving to lean against the wall.
Kol Mikaelson | TVD (Pre-originals canon point) | M/M
He'd come back to New York after everything had been sorted out, back to the Institute and back to the city, to the life he'd been trained for. And life had continued more or less as it had before, Alec patrolling sometimes alone, sometimes with Jace, although he was more often with Clary than not.
Which made things simpler when he was on this end of town, Alec dropping into the alley easily.
[She's centuries old (was 13 when she killed Elizabeth Bathory if you want to do the math) but appears early-mid-20sish. She'll probably be the older party, but I'd love to play her against someone who looks older than her.]
[Ooc: I will understand if he's a little too 'old', but if he's not, how would she feel about a super white knight type? I can swing Arranged or Secret or dumb Domestic fluff]
[Oh, totally down for this, though a touch canon blind (one day I'll get over my PVP and FPS anxiety and actually play Overwatch). If he wouldn't have issue with her being a very morally ambiguous and hedonistic person who is at least honest about who and what she is. Or hell, even if he isn't- clashy romances are fun too!)]
[ooc: let me know if this works. I'm going with Middle 4 because clashy romances that just...sort of work. ]
It had been this woman's honesty that had drawn Reinhardt to her. That and yes, she's a beautiful woman. But it was mostly how she doesn't try to be anyone but who she is. He's the same way. He's never at all hidden that he seems himself as a "knight", following codes and promises that should be impossible to follow. Yet he does it. The hero from the fairy stories, here in modern times.
His morals are utterly pure, his belief in justice and doing the right thing color everything. He cares for the weak and protects those who can't protect themselves. He is the shield, the Last Crusader. Champion of all that is good and right and just in this world. A paragon of virtue at 61 years of age.
And he doesn't know if he wants to yell at her or kiss her right now. "You...." His German accent is still as heavy and thick as the day he met her. "I can't believe you would just do that! I tell you time and time again that there are proper ways to deal with the police. Offering them money to go away..." He huffs. This is why he doesn't like her club. It draws the wrong sort of people, like police on the take.
"Darling, paying them was the easiest, safest option. Those men, men like them, they're the ones the girls are afraid of."
The Girls- admittedly a misnomer, as they were women (and men, and some who refused to adhere to silly things like binary gender)- another source of contention between the warrior and the survivor.
She was no madam, not by far, and she wouldn't tolerate any underage sex workers using her hotel. And pimps.... Well, those who dared even to set foot in her casino tended to be found in the desert- alive, but often wishing they weren't.
She'd offer legal jobs to those who'd take them. But otherwise didn't interfere beyond keeping them safe.
"I am a monster, my Chevalier. Perhaps a tamed one these days," she crossed the room to stand close to him. "How lucky I am, to find a knight after my heart, and not my head." She tugged at the ribbon about her neck, just enough to bare one of the scars. It wasn't a passive-aggressive snipe, or some manipulative plea for pity. Like a cat showing it's belly, it's a signal of trust. To show her neck to a man who can wield a blade the way he can- it's affection, in her language.
He frowns more. "Paying them only encourages them to come back and demand more from you next time. You aren't protecting anyone by continuing to bend to their demands." He only chooses not to open the can of worms that is her "girls" at this time. She knows how he feels about it. He doesn't have to keep beating that dead horse when there's this one right in front of him.
"They should be punished, not rewarded for their behavior. Taken and turned in for their filthy practices. Justice should be served on them." He knows though, how corrupted the police force could be here in this city. He used to be a cop too, back when he had been young and blond. Things had changed so much since those days and he doesn't regret being forced to leave. It's allowed him to become a true force for good in this hellhole.
He gives a sigh as she approaches. "You aren't a monster..." He will always hold that in his heart. For all that she's done, all she might still do, he still holds hope for the goodness he sees in her. The goodness that does indeed protect those girls. However, he also knows that though she might be showing her belly, cats are notorious for tearing the hell out of the hand that dares touch them there. But he cares for her. He doesn't mind. It's not like she can scar him any more than he already is. Besides, she called him her knight and that means everything to him.
"Leibling, I just worry for you. You know that. I don't want those sorts of people hurting you." He steps towards her and lightly places a broad hand against her face in a very gentle touch. "A knight protects his lady. You are my Lady." Even if she can take care of herself and had done so for longer than he's been alive. "I just wish you'd try it my way. Just once. Don't pay them off. Don't let them intimidate you. Just tell the commissioner and let justice be served the right way."
She smiled, listening to his speech, recognizing the genuine belief he has in his words. In this idea of knighthood. She touched the side of his scarred face when his hand brushed hers, surprisingly gentle for anyone familiar with just how strong she was.
"For all your battles, all the death you've seen, I forget sometimes you are so young." She'd known knights. Men more like the officers she'd just paid off than this man in front of her. "But I can't say no to that optimism. Yes, alright. I will play by the rules if this happens again. When it happens again. Her eyes glinted in the dim light of the bar and her smile crept up again at the thought. "It is not like they could actually hurt me."
While she may have been tall for the era she was born in, she was still a great deal shorter than he was. And she was just Not the Type to stand on tiptoe- no, better to reach up and pull him down to her height to kiss him on the cheek.
Edited (sorry for the constant edits on these, i am rusty af) 2018-02-15 04:55 (UTC)
He knows he's a foolish idealist. He knows that. He knows that such things, such codes are impossible to keep. He keeps them anyway. That he has managed to win such a lady is proof of his dedication to it. Surely, she would have had nothing to do with someone who wasn't just as firm in their beliefs as she was.
She speaks and touches his face and he leans a little into the touch. He can't help but chuckle. To see them out together, it is not he that people consider the young one. How many have clicked their tongue and tutted at such a fine young woman dating a man who must be at least 20 years her senior if not more. If only they knew how wrong they were. This woman had centuries on him and it wasn't lost to him that to her he must seem like a young pup instead of a grizzled old war dog.
"Thank you, My Lady. Thank you for agreeing to give my way a try. Even if just once. And you need not fear them hurting you." Not because she is strong and tough and powerful. He knows that. He knows she could easily hand him his ass. "Because besides yourself, you have me. Should they come for you, the Crusader will come to your aide." Meaning he'll haul on his beat up old power-armor, pick up his weapon and his shield, and he would defend her...if by the time he was finished, there was anything left of those who attacked her to defend against. "I promise."
It's another of his vows. He's made so many to her already. More than he's even made to the people of this city. He would keep it. Her kiss is reason enough to. He just can't be mad at her when she's being so soft and so reasonable, even if all she is doing is twisting his good nature around her fingertips some more, he really doesn't mind it.
So he'll let her pull him, happy to bend even if she could easily overpower him. He accepts his boon, and in his reply, he takes that hand on his face and lightly brushes a kiss against the curve of her knuckles. "I'm sorry I yelled, Jeanette. I just worry for you. I worry you'll go down a path that I can't follow."
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
processions) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
bakerstreet2018-02-09 07:39 am
MAY-DECEMBER ROMANCE
Thor | MCU
Robert Baratheon | GoT modern AU
Rey | Star Wars | OTA
U'rajul Tia | FFXIV OC | m/m
Eren Jaeger | Shingeki no Kyojin | M/M
jubilee | xmcu
Thea Queen l Arrow
Alfred ( Vikings )
Blake Moran ( Madam Secretary )
Peter Pevensie | The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe| M/M
Let's do this
"...So how did you piss off Artemis?" When he was finally done, his gaze returning to the stranger.
Re: Let's do this
Still, he turns in the direction of the voice, and studies the person for a moment or two in silence. His voice contains even less outward sign of the fact that he's still, fairly badly, mentally scrambled.
"I've no idea who that is."
Re: Let's do this
"...How did you get here, then?"
Re: Let's do this
He follows the direction of the other man's gaze and then looks down at his wet clothing, and simply says, "I fell into the wrong pool." And because manners are a thing he does remember. "I'm Peter."
Re: Let's do this
"...Someone must not like you much."
Re: Let's do this
There, that's a reasonable explanation even if it isn't a very detailed one. Then: "Why would you assume that this is particular punishment?"
Re: Let's do this
"Food is limited and purifying the water takes time. Unless someone comes to collect you anyway. Nobody else is supposed to be here."
Re: Let's do this
Re: Let's do this
"Or you'll just die and nobody will ever know what happened to you."
no subject
He doesn't sound like he's overly concerned - in fact, he's more tired and frustrated than scared, for the time being. That's likely to change as the situation sinks in.
Though how he sounds may well not. ...Okay, yeah, at some point some of it will show. Right now he just wants to get inside, sit down and -
That's as far as he's gotten.
He follows Styxx back toward the building. "The river-?" Styxx is about all he knows.
no subject
"It's drinkable, but just barely."
no subject
"That explains everything." It explains nothing, but still, once he's parked against a wall that he's not quite leaning on, he adds a sincere and surprisingly warm, "Thank you."
He's going to go back to answering questions as soon as he gets salty water down without making himself ill. It is drinkable. It is not pleasant.
no subject
"...People don't usually just stumble into a place like this. It's going to raise a lot of questions if you're found here, unless they keep it a secret."
no subject
Meanwhile, he has an opening and he's taking it. "Who is it going to raise questions with, and who is the they that may or may not keep it secret?"
Why are you here is what he wants to know - and isn't asking (yet).
no subject
"How do you not know about the gods? Even if they're not your pantheon, you should at least know of them."
no subject
no subject
"...So what did your schooling focus on?"
no subject
"Not... safe and certainly predatory in that sense, but not in the sense of preying on people." His Lion, he means. Hey, he loves Aslan, through and through and always. Even with some... shaky faith on more than one occasion. "Reading, writing, history, math. Science. Literature. Bit of Latin. There hadn't been a real focus, yet, really. I was fourteen when I left. I suppose after that it was politics and military command?"
no subject
no subject
no subject
Kol Mikaelson | TVD (Pre-originals canon point) | M/M
Re: Kol Mikaelson | TVD (Pre-originals canon point) | M/M
Which made things simpler when he was on this end of town, Alec dropping into the alley easily.
"..What did you want this time?"
Matt Farrell | Live Free or Die Hard | M/M
Elio Perlman | Call Me By Your Name
Merlin | Mythology
Jeannette - DC Comics (Secret Six) - OTA
no subject
no subject
no subject
It had been this woman's honesty that had drawn Reinhardt to her. That and yes, she's a beautiful woman. But it was mostly how she doesn't try to be anyone but who she is. He's the same way. He's never at all hidden that he seems himself as a "knight", following codes and promises that should be impossible to follow. Yet he does it. The hero from the fairy stories, here in modern times.
His morals are utterly pure, his belief in justice and doing the right thing color everything. He cares for the weak and protects those who can't protect themselves. He is the shield, the Last Crusader. Champion of all that is good and right and just in this world. A paragon of virtue at 61 years of age.
And he doesn't know if he wants to yell at her or kiss her right now. "You...." His German accent is still as heavy and thick as the day he met her. "I can't believe you would just do that! I tell you time and time again that there are proper ways to deal with the police. Offering them money to go away..." He huffs. This is why he doesn't like her club. It draws the wrong sort of people, like police on the take.
no subject
The Girls- admittedly a misnomer, as they were women (and men, and some who refused to adhere to silly things like binary gender)- another source of contention between the warrior and the survivor.
She was no madam, not by far, and she wouldn't tolerate any underage sex workers using her hotel. And pimps.... Well, those who dared even to set foot in her casino tended to be found in the desert- alive, but often wishing they weren't.
She'd offer legal jobs to those who'd take them. But otherwise didn't interfere beyond keeping them safe.
"I am a monster, my Chevalier. Perhaps a tamed one these days," she crossed the room to stand close to him. "How lucky I am, to find a knight after my heart, and not my head." She tugged at the ribbon about her neck, just enough to bare one of the scars. It wasn't a passive-aggressive snipe, or some manipulative plea for pity. Like a cat showing it's belly, it's a signal of trust. To show her neck to a man who can wield a blade the way he can- it's affection, in her language.
no subject
"They should be punished, not rewarded for their behavior. Taken and turned in for their filthy practices. Justice should be served on them." He knows though, how corrupted the police force could be here in this city. He used to be a cop too, back when he had been young and blond. Things had changed so much since those days and he doesn't regret being forced to leave. It's allowed him to become a true force for good in this hellhole.
He gives a sigh as she approaches. "You aren't a monster..." He will always hold that in his heart. For all that she's done, all she might still do, he still holds hope for the goodness he sees in her. The goodness that does indeed protect those girls. However, he also knows that though she might be showing her belly, cats are notorious for tearing the hell out of the hand that dares touch them there. But he cares for her. He doesn't mind. It's not like she can scar him any more than he already is. Besides, she called him her knight and that means everything to him.
"Leibling, I just worry for you. You know that. I don't want those sorts of people hurting you." He steps towards her and lightly places a broad hand against her face in a very gentle touch. "A knight protects his lady. You are my Lady." Even if she can take care of herself and had done so for longer than he's been alive. "I just wish you'd try it my way. Just once. Don't pay them off. Don't let them intimidate you. Just tell the commissioner and let justice be served the right way."
no subject
"For all your battles, all the death you've seen, I forget sometimes you are so young." She'd known knights. Men more like the officers she'd just paid off than this man in front of her. "But I can't say no to that optimism. Yes, alright. I will play by the rules if this happens again. When it happens again. Her eyes glinted in the dim light of the bar and her smile crept up again at the thought. "It is not like they could actually hurt me."
While she may have been tall for the era she was born in, she was still a great deal shorter than he was. And she was just Not the Type to stand on tiptoe- no, better to reach up and pull him down to her height to kiss him on the cheek.
no subject
She speaks and touches his face and he leans a little into the touch. He can't help but chuckle. To see them out together, it is not he that people consider the young one. How many have clicked their tongue and tutted at such a fine young woman dating a man who must be at least 20 years her senior if not more. If only they knew how wrong they were. This woman had centuries on him and it wasn't lost to him that to her he must seem like a young pup instead of a grizzled old war dog.
"Thank you, My Lady. Thank you for agreeing to give my way a try. Even if just once. And you need not fear them hurting you." Not because she is strong and tough and powerful. He knows that. He knows she could easily hand him his ass. "Because besides yourself, you have me. Should they come for you, the Crusader will come to your aide." Meaning he'll haul on his beat up old power-armor, pick up his weapon and his shield, and he would defend her...if by the time he was finished, there was anything left of those who attacked her to defend against. "I promise."
It's another of his vows. He's made so many to her already. More than he's even made to the people of this city. He would keep it. Her kiss is reason enough to. He just can't be mad at her when she's being so soft and so reasonable, even if all she is doing is twisting his good nature around her fingertips some more, he really doesn't mind it.
So he'll let her pull him, happy to bend even if she could easily overpower him. He accepts his boon, and in his reply, he takes that hand on his face and lightly brushes a kiss against the curve of her knuckles. "I'm sorry I yelled, Jeanette. I just worry for you. I worry you'll go down a path that I can't follow."
Wanda Maximoff | MCU | OTA