By request: Sentinels and Guides Shipping Meme

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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 imadeamistake 

Comments

[blacksquadleader]

"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.

[haveanamenow]

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.

[blacksquadleader]

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."

[haveanamenow]

"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.

[blacksquadleader]

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."

[haveanamenow]

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.

[blacksquadleader]

"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?"

[haveanamenow]

"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.

[blacksquadleader]

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?"

[haveanamenow]

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."

[blacksquadleader]

Maybe in a few days, Poe would drag him back out into the world. For now, he wanted him all to himself and while that wasn't exactly a good thing, it wasn't for purely selfish reasons. Early on, Sentinels had a habit of being quick to defend their Guides even against overly friendly friends and Poe didn't want to risk losing control when he worked so hard to keep it.

Beside all that, he knew that Finn needed rest. Not being unconscious rest, but just some good old fashioned time to just do nothing.

He kept his hand on Finn's, letting him lean on him if he needed to while they headed back to their quarters.

"Yeah. I can understand that. You better be prepared for when you are, though. Everyone wants to see you. You're a hero."

[haveanamenow]

He did lean comfortably against Poe as they walked, maintaining the line of contact from shoulder to elbow and keeping his hold of Poe's hand. Once he got moving, actually staying moving was easier, momentum being what it was.

His brow furrowed at that statement, shaking his head a moment later, "No I'm not. I didn't do anything anyone else wouldn't have done." Except on the other hand he knew he had, at least on some level, there weren't many who would go up against the First Order's bogeyman just to save a friend, but that was exactly what he'd done.

[blacksquadleader]

Poe shot him a sidelong glance but for once, stayed silent. In fact, he was silent until they reached their quarters and before he could even open the door, BB-8 had it open and was beeping at them excitedly. With a shake of his head, Poe chuckled and swept his arm around as if to present the little bit of privacy he could call his own.

At least it had a separate refresher. With a door.

"Not too many can face Kylo Ren and live to tell about it. Trust me, I know how bad he is."

A shiver of unease washed through Poe, only to settle heavy in his belly as a faint memory tugged at his attention for a moment before he pushed it away and moved to help Finn settle on the bed. Once he knew he was comfortable enough, he turned and asked BB-8 to go to requisitions for some things that Finn would need to get settled in.

"For now, I've got some pants for you to borrow, if you want. They're just for comfort, though. I usually wear them around here when I'm off duty. It'll take some time for BB-8 to get back with the things you'll need."

[haveanamenow]

"I'll be fine with these until BB-8 gets back, don't really want to move even to change clothes, sounds exhausting." Even just the walk from the medbay to their quarters had been more tiring than Finn had expected, and so, sprawled out on the bed -and taking up as much space as he possibly could at the moment- he said: "You'd think being unconscious for a week I wouldn't want to sleep again for a while, but right now I don't know if I'm more hungry or more tired."

He'd gotten the echo of Poe's unease, and while he wasn't entirely sure what to do about it he did shift over onto his side to give Poe space on the bed, if he wanted it, realizing that he wasn't even sure what time of day it was, "What time is it, anyway?"

[blacksquadleader]

For a moment, Poe almost offered to help him change clothes but he knew that could lead to more and he wasn't sure Finn was up for it. Maybe in time, but tonight, he had to try and keep his hands to himself as much as possible. Not that he'd turn down a chance to hold Finn's hand again. That had been the most comforting contact he'd had since the last time he left his home back on Yavin 4.

Still, he couldn't resist. Not when Finn moved to offer a spot to him. It only took a moment for him to toe off his boots and settle next to Finn, his hand unerringly seeking Finn's out.

"Late. Very late. Middle of the night late, in fact. Everyone's in bed and you should be, too. Unconscious isn't the same as sleep. I'll take care of bringing you some breakfast in the morning."

[haveanamenow]

He nodded at that, settling easily once Poe joined him, not having realized that not having him right there was what had been making him antsy, "Okay. I'll sleep, but only if you do too." Because he knew that Poe had only been getting snatches of naps where he could, and that was almost as bad.

He relaxed still further as he laced their fingers, drawing their joined hands up between them, head canting forward to rest his brow against their interlaced knuckles, resisting the urge to brush a kiss there, not at all sure where that urge had come from and even less sure that Poe would appreciate it. But that was something he'd worry about later, when sleep wasn't tugging at the edges of his mind, "Maybe we can even sleep in in the morning. Bet they'll let us, big damn heroes and all." He even sounded tired, as if the words were starting to dissolve even as he said them.