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.
beginning1. 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...
middle1. 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.
end1. 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.
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Norman Jayden | Heavy Rain
Princess Serenity / Sailor Moon
Kim Merrill | Mairelon the Magician
Hermione Granger | Harry Potter
Chanbit Han | Scandalous M
wanda maximoff ā mcu
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He was all too aware of what had happened in Westview, pulling information from all angles. The news, mutual friends, and most recently first hand. But even so, he knew he didn't have the full story. He knew Wanda hadn't shared with him the extent of what happened there. He didn't pry, and on a professional level he didn't care. He'd made mistakes too, and if anyone understood how wrong power could go, Stephen did.
He'd never known Vision himself, but his reputation was large and looming - and he knew that Wanda had loved him. Probably still did.
So he knew not to pry, but the more they spent time together, quietly studying, helping one another, getting to know one another - the more he wanted to be closer. To push past the invisible barrier that still remained.
He walked up to her chambers, knocking lightly on the door, two mugs clanking in his left hand.]
I have tea. Caffeinated or not, I wasn't sure if you were planning to sleep tonight.
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( The weight of grief and despair weighed heavily on Wanda, fracturing her already fragile mind as she struggled to come to terms with returning from the Snap to a world void of those closest to her ā Vision, Steve, Tony's names were added to the people missing in her life. She convinced herself she was utterly alone in the world.
There were many wakeless nights, both within the Sanctum and in the cabin deep within the Sokovian mountains surrounded by an orchard, where Wanda wondered how differently things would have gone if she sought out help. Would Westview have happened if she relied on her friends and colleagues that remained? What if she had sought out the countless programs designed to help people like her, people who returned from the Snap and found it difficult settling back into the world? Would the Westview Anomaly have been avoided and not added to the growing list of catastrophes that seemed to follow in her wake?
It was all speculative of a suffering woman trying to come to terms with the tragedy and trauma in her life, ready to face it all alone ā that was until she finally came to terms that she couldn't do it all alone. Of everyone that remained, she knew that Bucky and Clint would be understanding, but Stephen knew firsthand what power does to a person. She needed a mentor, someone to guide her and teach her, who wouldn't manipulate or use her. Who better to guide her and help her than the Sorcerer Supreme?
Settling into the Sanctum after Stephen had found her was easier than she thought it would be; the two of them seemed to fit seamlessly together as they fell into a routine ā it was a comfort she never thought she would experience again. She enjoyed the comfortable quiet between them, that he listened when she wanted to talk about her past and what had happened, and that he didn't pray when she didn't want to talk about it.
He wasn't alone in his desire to become closer; Wanda felt it as well, but she was cautious ā afraid of being hurt again, but most of all, fearful of hurting him. It seemed that pain and suffering followed her wherever she wanted, and she didn't want him to become another casualty. Her heart was also a battlefield, torn between her growing attraction and fondness for Stephen and the memory of Vision. There would always be a part of her that belonged to him, but she also knew that she couldn't spend the rest of her life mourning him and refusing to live.
Maybe it was time to let her heart heal and move on.
Even before he knocked on the door, Wanda sensed the business of his mind as he approached and thought she anticipated it; the soft knocking at the door caused her heart to stumble over itself as it was torn between skipping a beat or running a marathon in her chest.
With a flick of her hand and without looking up from her book, the door opened while she remained seated in front of the fireplace. )
I'll take whichever one you aren't interested in drinking, ( she said as she curled her legs under her, making room on the antique couch, she was sitting on in front of the fire so he could join her. )
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[ With a grin, he waves a hand over the caffeinated mug, turning it's contents much more opaque. He walks the rest of the way into the room, sitting down next to Wanda in front of the fire and handing her the 2nd mug. ]
I keep trying to like tea, but I'm still not there. I'm so close, though. I can feel it.
[ He glances at what Wanda's been reading, remembering the book well. Very much from the restricted section of the library, but obviously not keeping people like himself or Wanda away. Not that the section had been formally restricted since he took over, but Wong keeps making noises about how they should limit access again. He's probably right that it's safer that way, but Stephen still can't get behind deciding who gets to study magic in what way. If they're welcome in the Sanctum, they should be welcome to the library. He nods his head at the book, taking a sip of his coffee.]
Looking for anything in particular?
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Maybe you just haven't found the right tea blend yet. What have you tried so far?
( Bringing the mug to her lips, she gently blows on the liquid before taking a long pull and glances down at the book. Releasing one of her hands from the mug, she runs her fingers over the spine of the book. )
Just some light reading. With all this knowledge at my fingertips, it's hard to put things down, and I want to learn more.
It also feels like it might be another sleepless night, so I'd rather be proactive than fight it.
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Roibos? That's a tea isn't it? You'd think with all these so-called mystical powers I could get it right, but I think I have to know what 'right' tastes like first.
[He cringes when she takes a sip.]
If you need to fix that, I promise I'll only be offended on principal.
[He settles into the soft couch, watching the firelight dance over Wanda's face.]
You're telling me. It didn't take me too long to realize that as incredible as astral studying while I slept was, the mind also needs sleep. I had a few crazed days in there.
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( She takes another drink and doesn't bother fixing it as she appreciates the thought behind him "making" her a cup of tea ā even if it's a bit weak and a bit too hot, she's still enjoying it. )
Rooibos is a tea. Maybe try brewing it for longer? The flavor will go from smooth and gentle with a slightly nutty taste to full-bodied, richer, with warm woody notes. I always prefer to seep mine for longer, but I won't bore you with tea talk.
( Once he's settled, she shifts to face him before kicking some of the blanket in his direction, so she isn't hogging all of it. A smile starts tugging on the corner of her lips when she notices the way he watches her; it makes her heart stumble, and her stomach twists nervously. Stretching out her legs, she dares to tuck her cold toes beneath the side of his thigh. )
Having access to all of the knowledge within Darkhold, I quickly figured that out, and I could project myself while also living life simultaneously while I studied. I want to keep learning so I don't let Westview or any of the other catastrophes I've caused to happen again.
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It's a worthy goal, but lately the more I try to avoid catastrophe the more I cause it. Unfortunately winging it doesn't go particularly well either. Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if magic is even cool.
[He grins a little at his own mostly-joke, he would never turn back time to before he had the knowledge he has now, but boy it would be nice to ever have a good nights sleep again.]
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( She sputters a small laugh, almost spitting her tea everywhere, but manages to keep some dignity. )
I hear there's a shortage of birthday magicians; maybe making a few kids cry will bring back the spark in your relationship with magic.
( With her free hand, she wigglers her fingers to make a few red sparkles before rolling her eyes at her awful joke. )
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[He takes a sip of his coffee, glancing at the fire for a moment. He's more serious when he speaks again.]
You were more or less born with your abilities - do you even remember what it was like not to have them? I've only been doing this for a handful of years, and already I sort of can't.
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I'm still not convinced I was born with these, but after Agatha forced me to relive some of my memories, I'm left to question if certain events were due to my latent abilities or happy coincidences. But, it's hard to forget those early years. The struggle, the war, losing our ā my parents, joining the anti-American protests, hating Stark, joining HYDRA and Strucker's experiments are all things engraved in my mind that I can't forget.
If I knew I had these abilities, I feel like I could have made a difference. I could have stopped the bombing that killed my parents. Maybe I could have saved my brother.
( Maybe it's survivor's guilt weighing heavily on her, but Wanda's convinced that if she knew the full extent of what she could do, she could have saved a lot of lives. )
I feel like those memories without my abilities were several lifetimes ago.
((Hope you had a happy holiday if you celebrate!))
He feels slightly disgusted in himself when he thinks about how self centered he'd once been. How he practically lost his mind over something as small as his hands, his job, his reputation, when Wanda had managed to go through everything she had without any complaint that he'd ever heard. The amount that she's been through is unconceivable to him, and while he doesn't want to pity her, as he knows she wouldn't want it, his sympathy runs deep. He tentatively reaches out a hand to touch her leg, hoping very much to be comforting and not crossing a line.]
They were, in a lot of ways. I'm sorry you've had to go through so much.
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( For as long as Wanda can remember, Sokovia had always been a war-torn country ā coming out of one war and into the next or suffering because of the wars around them. She was young when the bombings happened. The struggles she had endured up until that point helped make her adaptable, easily moldable into what she needed to be to survive. If she had been older when this happened, already settled into her own family, her own life, career, she doesn't think she could have adapted as well as she had.
While he might be disgusted with himself, she understands the hardships he must have endured after the accident, but they both handled their grief differently ā in the end, they ended up where they needed to be. Stephen's eventually found his way to Kamar-Taj to learn the Mystic Arts by the Ancient One. Through her hatred and grief, Wanda volunteered to be part of Strucker's human experiments, which awoke her powers, and enduring more hardships than most, she found herself here to be taught by him.
Her heart hammers in her chest seconds before his hand makes contact with her leg; she can feel the power radiating from him and sends a shiver through her body. The gesture brings a small smile to her lips, and she doesn't pull away. Wanda finds herself enjoying the touch a lot more than she should. )
Perfer et obdura, dolor hic tibi proderit olim, ( the Latin words roll off her tongue with ease before translating. ) Be patient and tough; someday this pain will be useful to you. A quote from Ovid that has helped me through many dark nights.
We wouldn't be the people we are today without the pain; it has helped shape us and has brought us exactly where we need to be.
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Cuiusvis hominis est errare, nullius nisi insipientis in errore perseverare.
[He doesn't translate, since he knows she knows it. "Any man can make a mistake; only a fool keeps making the same one."]
It's oddly comforting to know that humans have been making the same mistakes, and going through the same grief, since the dawn of time. [He grins dryly.]
Takes a bit of the world off of your shoulders.
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A soft yet embarrassed laugh comes from her when he, in turn, recites a Latin phrase ā she should have known that he knew Latin, but given that they have been under the same roof for almost a month, she's still amazed by his skill and knowledge. )
It is comforting to know, and I'm glad that I'm not the only person in the world making mistakes; it just feels like it sometimes, given the gravity of those events.
( With her cup nearly empty, Wanda banishes it to the kitchen before reaching out with her newly freed hand ā she runs her fingers over the back of his hand that's still touching her leg. She smiles, pulling her lips between her teeth in an attempt to hide it, but it springs back to life when she shifts her gaze to look at him again. )
To know I'm not alone also helps. I've tried to deal with it on my own for so long that having someone who understands and that I can commiserate with takes a bit off my shoulders as well.
jyn erso || rogue one || ota
alina starkov (shadow & bone) f/m
Daenerys Targaryen | ASOIAF | f/m
Sansa Stark | ASoIaF | F/M
Connor Stern | DBH (Human AU) | M/M
smallerpartner.]tony stark ( mcu )
kidnapped by friday, et al
the whole ordeal makes the soldier feel so weak, trapped by his past in a way that makes him cling onto every scrap of comfort left to him. there's only shame when he tries facing the truth, knowing all the things he wished he could have had were long gone and that he now replaces them with fragments ā imposters ā that belong to someone else. that they belong to tony only makes it all the more unsettling.
regardless, he tries not to think about it as he slips out the stairwell and into the side lobby. empty, as expected. bucky lingers as his mind wanders, trying to imagine a life he can never have, being what he already is. a resigned sigh drifts behind him as he heads for the door.
to the winter soldier's great dismay, just as he reaches the door, he hears the floor bolt engage. bewildered, bucky's hand hovers a moment before trying the door, in case he misheard. he hadn't. )
FRIDAY? ( he calls with growing trepidation as he takes a step back and eyes the ceiling suspiciously. )
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a reused and refilled mug of coffee sits empty at the corner of tony stark's desk, though calling it a desk is doing it a disservice. it projects the latest design of his into the air above him, and he paces around the edges of the table, twitching wrists and flicking fingers until he gets what he wants. he pulls parts and pieces out of place and slots them back in again, mulls over efficiency. capability. ease of use, if he needs to pop out of the suit for a restroom break.
the thought hits him like a freight train, and tony is suddenly aware of the fact that he's taken down three cups of coffee without so much as a pause, and relief is much needed. so he finishes off the cup he has, dismisses the plans with a swipe of his hand, and carries himself out of the workshop, for now. all the while, his mind is still spinning with new additions, ease of access, new alloys he might be able to engineer that allow maximum protection with minimum drag, and don't even get him started on color--
tony is taken from his thoughts when he realizes the bathroom door is locked. there... definitely shouldn't be anyone else in the campus. as far as he knows, no one's broken in. friday would have let him know if there were someone unauthorized, and he's monitored everyone in and out all night long.
what's going on?
immediately tony's guard is up, and just as he's about to ask friday for his suit, he hears a familiar voice that beats him to her attention. and, yeah, that explains why he didn't get notified. bucky's authorized. he always has been, tony's made sure of that. he turns away from the locked door to face the soldier in his side lobby, maintaining eye contact even as he speaks to his ai. ]
friday, [ he calls out, ] open the doors, please.
i could, boss, [ she says confidently, ] but you told me to lock them the next time you and james are alone together. and, well... here you are.
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or, well, he thought it was until friday decided to voice her explanation. )
I'm sorry, what did Tony tell you to do?
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[ so helpful, friday. tony's annoyance is only upheld by the fact that now he has to put on a face, when moments ago he was able to be lost in himself, in his work. no more of that luxury tonight, he supposes. ]
i-- might have mentioned to friday that i wanted to talk to you. i was venting, though, i didn't think she'd take me seriously when i said she'd need to lock us in together to get you to hear me out or even return the conversation.
[ tony takes a step down from the bathroom door, approaching bucky with a bit of apprehension. his hands slide into his pockets, and his shoulders square a little, defensive. ]
admittedly, this isn't the way i'd wanted to deal with this. i would have preferred a more intimate setting, whiskey to share. maybe some low lighting.
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There's no way there is any doubt about who the Christmas faerie is. Especially since all of the decorations apart from the tree are homemade.
When he comes back - still through the sliding door at the penthouse - he has more goodies in his bag and a few other trinkets.
Stephen Strange l MCU l ota
Kristen Kringle l Gotham
Kylo Ren/Brianna Solo ā¢ r63!Star Wars ā¢ ota
alternatively, game for doing Smuggler AU for this (or whatever would be similar in the case of cross canon), in which case 18-22 yr old her would definitely make bad decisions and flirt/get attracted to someone too old for her.
as far as age gap, flexible depending on character and canon point
and if timeline fuckery might be at play, ahem. very open to canon, cross canon, AUs. ]Artagan/The Traveler | Critical Role | OTA
rey ā star wars ā ota
with rey being anywhere between 19-21 depending on canon point, she's the younger party who's attracted to older people and i'm good with significant age gaps. ]
yelena belova | mcu
Nico Acosta | OC | OTA
Evie Montgomery | OC | OTA
Amelia Atwater | OC | OTA