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By request: Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme

Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme
A Sentinel!AU Meme

There are special people in the world: Sentinels--whose five senses are incredibly enhanced, sometimes to the point of overwhelming and who can easily lose themselves in fugue states--and Guides, the empaths with the ability to ground a Sentinel and focus them. Meant to be the protectors of the Guides, for every Sentinel there exists a guide that is their perfect match. In some universes, when matches are made, a Sentinel and Guide form a soulbond to fill the feeling of emptiness.

How easy was it for you to find yours? How are Sentinels and Guides treated in your universe? Or maybe you're one of the normal, unremarkable people. Do you fear Sentinels and Guides? Despise them?

Rules
1) Post with your character/canon in the subject header.
2a) Choose whether your character is a Sentinel or a Guide
or
2b) If you don't know or don't care, just leave it blank!
3) Information about Sentinels and Guides can be found here and here. Information on 'The Sentinel' which this meme comes from can be found here.

4) All the tagging! Have fun 8D

Prompts
oo1. The Meeting:
How did you meet? Was it at an event organized specifically for finding your other half? By accident? Did you follow a mystical calling to them? Some other way?

oo2. The Bonding:
Do Sentinels and Guides in your universe soulbond? How does it go down? Is there a ceremony or do you just retreat to the bedroom?

oo3. Rejection:
Sometimes Sentinels or Guides propose a match but it's just not perfect. You don't feel the pull or maybe you think there is someone better or maybe you're already claimed. Maybe you were claimed and someone better came along?

oo4. Protection:
Sentinels are meant to protect Guides, any Guides, but it's even worse when they feel their Guide is in danger. They go feral; blind to anything but stopping and killing whoever threatened their Guide or the bond. Maybe someone attacked your Guide or you haven't bonded yet and you feel threatened or maybe you're the one doing the threatening. Whatever the reason, Sentinels in a feral state are dangerous and only their Guides can stop them.

oo5. Lost:
Sentinels often lose themselves in their senses. Either you're a Sentinel who has lost themselves or a Guide that has stumbled on one or a friend trying to draw them out. Unbonded Sentinels will find it hard to escape without a Guide. Or maybe you're bonded already which means you just need yours to come home.

006. Persecution:
Sometimes normal people or the government fear the power of Guides and Sentinels. Guides are empaths, feeling the emotions and sometimes passing thoughts of others and it can make people feel violated. Sentinels often have enhanced strength, which can make them dangerous. So they scorn them, hurt them or in the case of governments, regulate them.

oo7. Death:
Unbonded Sentinels and Guides eventually lose themselves to the empty cavern inside them. Torn apart from the inside by the feeling of something missing. Breaking the soulbond of a Sentinel and Guide is agonizing and horrifying, leading quickly to death for the remaining partner.

oo8. Old-School:
Guides used to be treated on the same level as slaves. Unable to work unless their Sentinel said. Not allowed out on their own. They used to wear collars and couldn't own land or inherit money. Maybe the old ways haven't completely fallen out of style.

oo9. Unbonded:
Nothing is worse than being an unbonded Guide or Sentinel. Always looking for your other half to fill that empty feeling but you probably have friends that aren't your match or who are trying to set you up with someone. Maybe you're skeptical about the whole love at first sight thing and haven't been looking.

o10. Wildcard: Some mish-mash of the above or anything else you can come up with!

Image from weheartit / original meme by

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His smile was slow-spreading and just shy of beatific, "Like being able to see color for the first time. That's what it felt like." Both on the Finalizer and again on the airstrip outside earlier that day, "I mean, that's what it felt like for me."

And while he didn't have the words for it, he knew the wonder and lingering unease he was feeling alongside his own emotions had to be Poe's, though with his own surging to match he couldn't be quite sure where the edges were.

Poe didn't need to see that smile. It radiated in the back of his mind and down into his bones. He knew that smile like he'd seen it a million times even though they'd really just started. He knew he wanted to do his best to keep that smile on Finn's handsome face, whatever the cost.

Sighing, he closed his eyes and bowed his head, seeking control over his suddenly racing heart. He could still feel Finn in the back of his head and more than anything, he wanted to sink back into that heady connection and push it even deeper, until he felt whole.

"What else do you feel?"

His brow creased a little, giving that question serious consideration, turning it over in his head, as if he had to look at it from all sides.

Finally what he said was: "You. Like..." His brow creased more deeply, "Like I'd be able to find you even if we were on opposite sides of the base, in the dark." He shook his head, "I don't know how to explain it better than that, I'm sorry."

"You would be able to."

By now, Poe was smiling but it was still a bit brittle at the edges. It was a good thing his hands were still lodged in his pockets or else he wouldn't have been able to keep from reaching out to touch Finn. If he did, it would only serve to deepen the budding connection between them and while that wasn't a bad thing, he wasn't sure he could stop with just simple touching.

"In time, and with training, we could always roughly tell where and how the other was, even when separated by longer distances. We'd always be in the back of each other's heads. How strongly we could feel that counts on how deep the bond is."

For someone who'd always been isolated, even when in a group of his peers, that sounded like magic, and just increased that urge to be closer to Poe, even though they were already at comfortable conversational distance, not yet in each other's personal space, but beginning to encroach on it.

"I didn't know that was possible." He also hadn't known that it was possible to feel so much for a person he barely knew, but that was definitely happening.

There was a soft, almost pained laugh from Poe as he continued to struggle with keeping his now shaking hands in his pockets. He could tell that Finn was curious and perhaps wanted more, but it wasn't something Poe would ever push on him, especially not once he'd heard about how the First Order treated their Guides.

"You'd be surprised at the things a fully bonded pair can do. Damn near the impossible, if they tried. It's... something you should read up on. Research. I can give you access to anything the Resistance or the Republic has on what it means to be a Guide, if you want. That way, you can decide what you want to do."

"I'd like that." He actually meant it, being able to have access to information was also new and novel for him, and while he knew he didn't have a lot of time before the combination rescue and takedown mission, he was going to cram as much information into himself as possible in that time.

Though mostly it was because he knew that even though he should, he probably wouldn't actually get much sleep in that time.

That was something that Poe completely understood. The night before a major battle always passed as a sleepless one for Poe, not that he really slept much on most normal nights. No, most time like that was spent doing what he'd been doing, elbow deep in his beloved X-Wing, his mind always wandering while his hands worked out his troubles.

It wasn't so easy this time around. Not when someone he wanted was so damn close and he couldn't just reach out for him.

He finally shot Finn a slightly tense smile before he motioned for BB-8 to finish up where he'd left off then nodded for Finn to join him.

[ooc: Did you want to timeskip this to after they take out Starkiller? You know Poe spent all the time he could by Finn's bedside when he was in medical. We could pick it up there, if you wanted.]

[ooc: Hee! I was about to ask the same thing, so I'ma go for it.]

Rey had not, in fact, taken over the star destroyer by the time they caught up with her, nor had she managed to take over Starkiller base, though she'd gotten herself loose and that was good enough for Finn.

Everything that happened after that happened too fast and even in the middle of it things were a blur. The last thing he remembered was the searing pain of Kylo Ren's lightsaber zippering up his spine, he didn't know about the rescue with the base collapsing beneath them, he didn't know about the return to D'Qar or the fact that his recovery was touch and go for longer than anyone would have liked. He wasn't aware of Rey leaving on her quest to find Skywalker, though he had the vague feeling that she was gone, somehow.

The same way that he was dimly aware that even unconscious, near comatose, he was rarely alone. When he blinked slowly awake, just mentally taking stock of all his limbs was one of the rare times that Poe wasn't at his bedside. However, BB-8 had been left as a sentry and as soon as Finn stirred, the droid bolted, squealing happily, in search of Poe.

The only reason he wasn't there was simple. Kalonia had tried to drive him away with orders and threats, then when he didn't budge, she called in General Organa. In the end, she'd threatened to ground him until he had adequately rested up and he knew he'd lost the fight. Leia was well aware of the situation between Poe and Finn thanks to the usual rumors that traveled most bases as well as Snap's and Jess' confirmation that the rumors seemed to be true.

During the battle, he'd felt that burning pain shiver up his back when Finn had been hurt and it'd been sheer force of will that had kept him going. That and anger, which had sharpened his focus enough to allow him to finish off Starkiller. Once that was drained away, he felt lost. Thankfully, his removal from medical hadn't been too long before a throb of something headily familiar washed over him and he knew that Finn was waking up.

He was on his feet before BB-8 could get to him. In fact, he met the droid on his way back to the medbay and when he passed the protesting medical droid, the smile on his face was almost blissful.

For a Trooper, waking up in medical was rarely a good thing, it was grounds for reconditioning as often as not and for a few brief, dizzy moments Finn had to fight down a panicky feeling in his chest, but the fact that this wasn't the dim-white glow of a First Order medical bay sunk in before long, as did the warm presence at the back of his mind, getting closer.

By the time Poe and BB-8 returned, Finn was actually sitting up, a medical droid making one last pass over the still new-pink scar down his back with a regenerator, making sure that there was no lingering infection and that the freshly-healed skin would hold under its own strength.

Finn's own smile as Poe hove into view almost hurt it was so wide, "Looks like you're still alive." He said by way of greeting.

That smile... oh, that smile was beautiful and it made Poe ache in all the best ways to see it. For a dizzying moment, he wanted to bend down and taste that smile, chase it with his own and see if Finn would return the feeling.

For now, though... he would wait. Wait and see.

Still grinning, he plopped himself down next to Finn, right there on the bed despite the way it made the medical droid pause as if in disapproval. Without realizing what he was doing, Poe's hand settled close enough to Finn's that their fingers brushed and the contact sent a shiver of nerves along Poe's skin.

"It'll take more than the First Order to kill me off. You either, by the looks of it."

Finn, for his part, shifted sideways reflexively, shoulder resting against Poe's, wanting more than just the glancing contact of fingers against his own -as delightful as that had been- even needing it on some level, "Looks like." He replied, still smiling, he felt filled to bursting and knew that some of it was spillover from Poe but at the moment he didn't care.

"They tell me it's been over a week." He added, relaxing a little as the medical droid finally drew away, the going-over of Finn's injury finished, "And that you've been here almost the whole time." He wasn't entirely sure what he felt about that except relief, that even though he hadn't been aware Poe also hadn't wanted him to be alone.

Poe's smile softened, but it never left his face. He felt lighter and more at ease now that Finn was awake and he was happier than he could remember being. Only duty and his own will had kept him going over the last week while Finn was unconscious and even then, it was barely. He hadn't slept much and when he did, it had been perched in a chair at Finn's side, hunched over and waking up stiff when he could manage to sleep at all.

Poe's hand shifted just enough to cover Finn's hand with his own, his mind sinking into the contact with an ease he never would've thought possible.

"I've been here as much as they'd let me. The General had to kick me out since Kalonia was worried about me, but I wasn't concerned about me. I was concerned about you."

His brow furrowed at that, not used to people worrying about him in the first place, let alone worrying about him to the detriment of their own health. His fingers curled against Poe's in turn, thankful for the contact, relaxing into that sense of belonging again, "You didn't have to do that."

A pause then, not exactly double-thinking that, but thinking it over at least, and concluding: "But I'm glad you did. I think even though I was unconscious I still knew you were here." A narrow shrug, being careful of his injury despite the fact that it was healing well, "I could definitely tell you were coming back just now."

"I wanted to."

It was as simple as that. Poe had been drawn to Finn's side even more so when he was unconscious, as protective as any Sentinel was for their Guide. It was something Poe was sure of now, but it still wasn't something he felt that he push onto Finn unless he wanted it as well. For the moment he was just happy that Finn was awake and seemed to be doing pretty well, all things considered.

"Well, there's a lot of things we need to talk about but first things first. Kalonia says you can leave, but she wants to be careful for a while. Nothing too strenuous while your back muscles catch up to the healing they did. You'll have to come back daily to get it checked out and she wants you do... stay with someone. In case you need any help."

He didn't openly invite Finn, but he knew he wouldn't have to. The invitation was more than clear.

Finn's smile returned, broad and brilliant once more, "That your way of saying you've got space for a roommate?" And then, not really concerned, but having to ask anyway, even just as a tease: "BB-8's not going to get jealous?"

He'd been on the receiving end of the droid's defenses once before and wasn't entirely eager to do so again, though he suspected he'd already been adopted into the family, so to speak, especially given as how BB-8 had been guarding him in his sleep when Poe wasn't.

There was a disapproving buzz from the other side of the bed as Poe chuckled and tightened his fingers on Finn's. BB-8 was a simple droid, really. If something or someone made Poe happy, then it was all good as far as the droid was concerned.

"Being an officer has its perks. My quarters are private and while they're not exactly spacious, I've got some room. If you want to share, I mean. I can find a way to squeeze another bed in there, too."

"Still don't speak that, buddy." He replied, but he nodded at the rest of Poe's explanation, "I don't mind sharing."

He gestured with his free hand to indicate the medical utility cot they were both sitting on, "This is the biggest bed I've been in. I'm used to bunks." And narrow ones at that, only just big enough for even the broadest-shouldered troopers and stacked three high in most of the barracks.

Now that made Poe's smile fade a bit as he stared over at Finn, disbelief clear in his expression. It wasn't that he thought Finn was lying. In fact, he didn't think they could lie to each other even if they wanted to now. No, it was simply that he couldn't believe the First Order could treat their troops so callously.

Indoctrination or not, it was a shock that they didn't have more defectors.

"That's just pitiful. My own bed is twice this size and I'm smaller than you are."

He huffed a soft laugh, jostling Poe's shoulder with his own again, still keeping his hold of the other man's hand, not wanting to let go, almost as if Poe were a lifeline at the moment, "Oh yeah? Well then you've definitely got room to spare."

He turned to give Poe a once-over, "And you're not that much smaller than me." After all, Poe's jacket fit them both roughly the same way.

"Smaller than you think."

Poe couldn't help but clear his throat when he felt his cheeks heat up just a bit at the scrutiny. He wasn't a shy person by any stretch of the imagination but it was just different with Finn. In the back of his mind, he knew everything would be different with Finn if he had the chance to let the bond deepen as it would naturally try to.

Still, he wouldn't push. That was why he'd offered to bring in another bed. Really, he'd do whatever Finn wanted. Poe just wanted him to feel welcome.

"Well, once we get there, you can tell me how you want to do things. Deal?"

"Deal." He replied, smiling again, "I think first order of business is going to be actual pants. Followed by actual food, I could eat a tauntaun right now." The longer he was awake, the more his body was reminding him that he'd been unconscious for a week and had only had IV fluids and not any real food.

That and while the plain cotton pants and shirt he'd been given were all well and good, they weren't exactly the most comfortable things.

Poe made a face at the mention of tauntauns but it was nothing more than teasing. For the first time in a while, everything felt right and for now, he just wanted to savor it. Once he saw Kalonia nod toward them, he stood and squeezed Finn's hand as he reached to help him up. He knew he was well on his way to being full healed, but he figured that he might be a little shaky since he'd been out for so long.

"I think those are both doable. Did you want to try and eat in the mess, or should I bring something back to our quarters for you?"

He was grateful for the hand up, given as how it took him a moment to get his balance once he was fully upright. He was also grateful for the choice of venue for dinner, because as much as he wanted to be out among people again, he knew that the mess at mealtime probably wasn't the best place to start.

"Quarters is probably a better idea." He said, just a little thrilled at Poe's use of 'our quarters', "Don't think I'm quite ready for that many people in one place yet."

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