Monday - Characters Over Age 50

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Hello and Happy Monday! My name is straydog733 and I will be your host for this week! Let’s kick off this week by giving a chance to some people who don’t get quite enough attention in fandom: Characters Over Age 50. Pay some respect to your elders, clear the kids out of the pool for adult swim, and bring out your older characters. Of course, feel free to bring your characters that don’t use a human time scale too, as long as they are old for their species.

 

Please just remember:

·         Only three prompts for the same fandom & only five prompts in a row (though if one of your prompts is filled, you can prompt again).

·         No spoilers in your prompts for at least a week after the airdate/release.

·         Warn for any spoilers for your fic in bold and leave at least three spaces before the text.

·         Take the monkeys into consideration when writing your prompt. If the prompt is too long, it becomes very hard to record it properly in the archive. Fics are also meant to be comment sized! If you get very inspired, that's ok, but long detailed prompts deserve long detailed stories, and that's not what we're about. Thank you!

Also, remember to keep prompts in the correct format. For example:

Community, Pierce, meeting his next ex-wife

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Iroh, being an old man doesn’t mean he can’t be a ladies’ man

Animorphs, Alloran, re-entering a universe that has moved on without him

And of course, if you don’t care for any of the prompts you see today, go on over to the <a href="http://community.livejournal.com/comment_fic/300.html">Lonely Prompts</a> and see if anything catches your eye.

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[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Community, Pierce, meeting his next ex-wife

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Avatar: The Last Airbender, Iroh, being an old man doesn't mean he can't be a ladies man

[straydog733.livejournal.com]

Animorphs, Alloran, re-entering a universe that has moved on without him

[samueljames]

Arrested Development, Lucille & Lucille 2, joining forces to take on a new neighbour.

[samueljames]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tim, the age difference isn't a big deal most of the time but Gibbs can't help thinking about the future.

[wingstar102.livejournal.com]

Filled: NCIS, Gibbs/Tim, the age difference isn't a big deal most of the time but Gibbs can't help thinking about the future.

Most days, Jethro didn't give it any thought. And he figured, why should he? His body was in prime condition, his mind was sound, his life stable. Two days before he and Tim went before the Justice of the Peace though, after changing his will and power of attorney, filing for their license and a thousand other stupid little details, it hit him like a freight train. He had twenty good years left in him at the outside and Tim had what? Thirty, forty?

How could he tie this man to him, burden him with this?

But Tim came home later that evening, took one look at Jethro's drawn face and hustled them both to the couch, tangling them together.

Tim kissed him thoroughly. "I don't know what you're thinking, you probably won't say, but stop. I love you. I don't care about anything else."

Jethro nodded and let the fear go. They would burn that bridge when they came to it.

[samueljames]

Doctor Who, Eleven, old age means more people to miss.

Never Will I Ever

[icarus-chained.livejournal.com]

(I haven't written DW in a long time, so this is probably rather crap -_-; My apologies)

Grief is a series of nevers. A series of realisations, sometimes gentle, sometimes shattering, that 'never will I do this again', 'never will I hear this again', never will I see this again'. Never will I see this face. Never will I hear this voice. Never will this world be the same. Never will this time be repeated. All that I have done, all that I have had, never will I have it again.

It's different, for Timelords. For the last Timelord. Or is should be. Time is his playground, the tool of his mastery, and 'never' is not the same for him that it is for others. Never should not be the same.

But there are rules. Imposed by others, imposed by himself, imposed by the very architecture of the universe. The rules he cannot break. And inside those rules, there are a hundred nevers. A thousand. Never without end, an infinity of grief, looped upon itself within him.

Never will I hear Barbara snap at me in frustration again. Never will I see Jamie, save from the distance of memory. Never will the Brigadier smile at me as he guards my back. Never will Sarah Jane walk without hesitation into my Tardis, to stay at my side. Never will Tegan step so carefully in high-heeled shoes around my world. Never will Ace strike out against a Dalek at my side. Never will Rose lean close and laugh beside me.

Never will I stand in the halls of my people. Never will I run from them, so scared, never will I stand before them, so defiant, never will I fight at their side, so furious. Never will I ever. Never again. Locked behind the Time War, locked by the constraints of personal timeline, locked away behind the inscrutable, insurmountable face of the universe. Never will I ever. Never again.

Grief is a series of nevers. And the longer he lives, the longer he endures, the more people he consigns to that endless loop of never. The more people he loses, never to see again. The more people he misses.

He looks at Amy, looks at Rory. Looks at them, so bright, so present, so there. Part of his world, part of his life, part of him. Looks at them, and wonders. Wonders when they will become 'never', the next links in that recursive loop of grief within him. The next lines in the etched arc of infinity, drawn to a close while he continues on beyond them, around them, before them. While he endures, ever changing, and they do not.

He is an arc of possibility, stretching to forever. His grief is a loop of never, coiled within him. One day, he thinks, never will outweigh forever. One day, entropy will rule, even him, and he will die. One day.

But first ... First he has a hundred nevers to meet, to make. A thousand. He is an arc of infinity, and the universe is yet his playground, yet his joy. He is a Timelord, the last of the Timelords, and he is yet alive. He had people yet to meet, people yet to love.

Never will I ever. Never will I ever, inescapable as Time.

But not yet.

[samueljames]

CSI, Gil/Greg, they sometimes have different ideas about what constitutes a good night out.

[samueljames]

The History Boys, Mrs Lintott, her thoughts when she hears about Lockwood's death (and perhaps meeting up with some of the others at his funeral)

[cashay.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Bobby/Crowley, While Bobby is getting old, Crowley is still a child in demon terms being not even 400 years old.

[oteap.livejournal.com]

Moonlight, Josef (or Josef/Mick), He doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore.

Filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

Josef doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore.

Why should he when he sometimes forgets what year it is? What month, week, day, season it is.

Josef doesn't celebrate birthdays anymore because he doesn't know if he should celebrate the day his mother brought him into the world or the day his sire brought him into a world of decadance and decay.

He doesn't celebrate birthdays because they're just reminders of his failures and the people he actually liked who died.

He doesn't celebrate birthdays but this year he'll make an exception for Mick; who's still young enough to think they matter.

[cashay.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel/any, being one of the oldest beings has its perks.

[cashay.livejournal.com]

NCIS, Gibbs/Tony, while getting older, Gibbs never gets old.

[lillian-raven.livejournal.com]

SPN, Dean/Castiel & Sam/Gabriel, age should be wisdom or something like that...

[kat8cha.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jay Garrick, 'just say no to super-crime' lectures

[kat8cha.livejournal.com]

DCU, Alan Scott, no father should have to bury his children

[tigriswolf]

Man from UNCLE/Magnificent 7 ATF AU/NCIS, Orin Travis/Ducky, Travis used to be called Napoleon and Ducky once answered to Illya

[tigriswolf]

Avatar the Last Airbender/NCIS, Iroh&Ducky, badass grandpas(or uncles) protecting the kids

[kat8cha.livejournal.com]

DCU, Jay Garrick+Alan Scott, two practically immortal widowers

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, he's been everything from a conquering warlord to a slave

filled.

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

He's been everything you can think of: god-king, warlord, merchant, prostitute and slave.

He was a farmer off and on for several hundred years and an architect and artist when it caught his fancy.

He still has a giggle when he goes into an art museum and sees some of his vases and statues standing behind glass like they're made of gold instead of common clay and stone.

But no matter what else he has been he always comes back to being a soldier.

It's what he's always known, it's what he's good at.

And even if he's disgusted by the way war has become so impersonal, he can't deny the thrill that rolls through him at the smell of blood and guts, misery and despair that links all battlegrounds throughout the ages.

Today he is a bartender, a job which has many subsections; server, bouncer, psychiatrist and janitor.

It's a good job and the sword behind the bar is enough of a deterant to any of the normals that there aren't many brawls in the bar.

The rest of the clientel know the rules and abide by them or find themselves headless before the night is out.

[tigriswolf]

Highlander, Methos, older than dirt and twice as tired

Filled: Older Than Dirt

[ammcj062.livejournal.com]

Five thousand years is a long time to be alive – to laugh and love and fight and fuck and at the end of everything, give it up with one last dying sigh only to rise once more and step forward again unto the breach. Each time he leaves a life it is like trying to pull a boot out of muddy ground. He has to brace his feet on the same muddy ground his shoe was given up to and pull as hard as he can, twisting and breaking his back to release it from the suction below – if he can. Sometimes he has to leave a shoe behind, to forever wallow in the memory that seeps between the laces and swamps the sole.

If he does succeed, his only reward is to place that same boot right back into the mud, only a little bit forward in time. And he feels it sink down with a leaden heart, but he has nowhere else to turn. The mud is his only constant, and even then he can remember when it was young and vibrant and full of delicious possibility. For every step the soft sinking in was the caress of a thousand possible lovers and the resistance pulling out was the siren song of so many desires. No longer. It is old now, churned up and splattered carelessly in his wake. He is old now, too; he is older than dirt and twice as tired.

[tigriswolf]

3rd Rock from the Sun, Tommy, human hormones are a nuisance

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

DCU (any Super-verse), Martha Kent, contrary to what people might think, raising a super-powered son doesn't make her feel old, it makes her feel *young*.

[saavikam77.livejournal.com]

DCU, Alfred Pennyworth, He's fairly certain he can never die, because who would look after all his boys and girls then?

[jaune-chat.livejournal.com]

Criminal Minds, Rossi, he knows more about the modern age than he lets on

[mahmfic.livejournal.com]

Doctor Who, Wilfred Mott, stargazing

Filled

[truthwritaslies.livejournal.com]

As a boy he'd always dreamed of exploring the stars.

As a young man he'd never had the chance, the space program had only accpeted the best of the best and Wilfred, for all his effort, was only slightly better than average.

As an old man he watches shows about outer spacer. Fictional shows about bizzare aliens and evil robots from another planet. Educational shows about the temperature of Mercury and the orbit of saturn. Children's shows about daydreams and wishes.

Every night he goes out to his telescope and searches for anything that might have changed: dead and dying stars, newborn stars, meteors asteroids, comets.

Then, as he has every night since he first toddled out at the age of three, he (carefully, must be mindful of his old bones)lowers himself to the ground and stares up at the stars in awe, tracing new constellations and nameing them for the things he's loved.

Helen for his mother.

Ruth for his sister.

Mary for his wife.

Sylvia for his daughter.

Donna for his granddaughter.

The Parachute for his military service.

And The Doctor, for the man who fulfilled Wilf's dreams and died to save the world.