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Sentinels and Guides;

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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"Noct's..." How in the hells do you explain Noct? "Kid's got it in him to be everything his father is but if he doesn't get some focus in his life, he ain't gonna get there. I know he can, though. It's the whole bloodline thing. He couldn't get a Guide anywhere near him even long after everyone knew he was a Sentinel. Eventually, he pushed back, hard. Prompto's got a lot on his hands with Noct." He does stand there, braced and strong, maybe even pressing back slightly into John's hands. It's not exactly like it's subtle, what his Guide is up to.

In particular when said Guide licks straight up his spine, making Gladio gasp despite himself, arching his shoulders and wanting more. Hells, John is going to drive him mad. He wants more than anything to turn around and take him right here and the feeling of a nosing Guide does nothing to help that. So he only rumbles, breathing through his desire but unable to stop the rousing below the belt.

He shouldn't tease, but Gladio is making it very hard not to with how he's responding. John washes down along the other man's thighs, marveling at the muscle in them before sliding his hands around to Gladio's front. He washes around the Sentinel's groin, but doesn't actually touch where he knows Gladio wants most, just presses himself almost flush against the other man's back. It's too early for John to be ready for another round, but his mind is ahead of his body by leaps and bounds. And if nothing else, he has a perfectly serviceable hand to work with... maybe a mouth. Although, that would be a first on John's end.

"Sounds like everyone has a lot on their hands with him. Not sure I'll be making it any easier, but I can try. I'll just make sure to impress him, hmm? Maybe I'll impress you, as well." John rolls his hips against Gladio in a mock-thrust as he leaves the Sentinel's groin with his cock untouched and moves up to washing his abs.

"...don't even think I'm missing what you're up to," Gladio growls quietly as John's hands slide away from his interested cock. It's still a playfulness in his voice, luckily, but there's instincts threatening that don't care as much about taking things slow. He's got them in hand (UNLIKE JOHN) right now, but John certainly isn't helping. "You don't need to impress me, you know. Like what I've seen so far." True, they've still got a long way to go and even if instinct says he has his Guide, everything's good, the real world doesn't work as neatly. They've already come across an issue or two, things they need to discuss and not try to fuck away, but they're managing. So far. Hasn't even been a day.

"Just testing your resolve," John teases back. If Gladio's going to take it in good humor, the Guide will keep going. "You're passing with flying colors at the mo. There's a lad." His washcloth works its way up to Gladio's chest where John does take some necessary care around the bandage on one side. For the other, though, he's probably an absolute irritation as he strokes tenderly, slowly, and lays his head against Gladio's back again to work up to his collar bone.

The deed 'help' is nearly done, and John's fully aware this treatment of the Sentinel may come back to bite him, but he continues to draw it out, pulling back only when he has to, finishing up Gladio's arms. "Glad you like what you've seen. Can't say I'm terribly disappointed, either."

There are some things, but it's easier not to think about them in the moment and just deal with what's physical. That's a terrible communication strategy for a new couple, but it's only the first day. There will be time. Maybe when there's less heat... Maybe when Gladio's beating his arse in a sparring match.

"Hrm." That sound speaks volumes about what he thinks of John's 'test'. "Glad to know I'm passing." There is the slightest shake of his head, but there's a small smile playing about his lips. Still, when John gets close again, he enjoys the simple touch against his back, waiting until John pulls away to deftly reach out and pluck the washcloth from his hand.

He raises a brow towards his Guide, questioning, before snagging the soap to get the cloth sudsy again. He clearly had every plan to return the favor, but mostly, it was a chance to touch his Guide, to learn more about John. Maybe it was a thing with him, but the scars and whorls and knots of the body told him more than words might immediately. "Let me?"

"Well, you've been a good lad." John shrugs under the steady stream of water, and chuckles. His body is responding a little with the extra time. He's only at half-mast, but he could probably manage something more. The Guide isn't entirely sure how this is going to go. He hasn't give. Someone free license over his body in some time. Even beneath Gladio on the bed, he'd clung to some measure of control, even as his Sentinel turned him weak with bites to his mark.

It's only a moment more before John resolves himself and places his own hands against the shower wall to brace for what might come. His back is it's own pattern scars; though, there isn't quite as much as what's on his chest. There's the puckered, pink-white entrance wound from the gunshot over his shoulder, an a few small nicks down by one hip. The only other prominent one his on his left side. It looks round and jagged, like someone broke off a bottle and stabbed it into him.

Gladio couldn't care if John is hard or soft or somewhere in between. This has everything to do with just getting to touch him, to slowly take the washcloth and move it across an unfamiliar pane of skin and try to memorize it. In so many ways, it's still a shock to his system. His Guide. This other person, someone who a few hours ago hadn't been a part of his life, was the one that Fate decided is his. There's a brief surge of a primal feeling, wanting to make sure that John's status as his is known by all, but it passes and he lets out a breath before leaning in close.

"...what happened here?" His fingers brush against the mark over his left side, curious. His voice is soft over John's shoulder, watching John's face for what he can see.

"Bar fight." John glances back with a wry smile. "You're not the only one who's gotten into those. I had to pull Harry out of a couple of places when we were younger. This was... sometime after our folks passed. She called me somewhere around 3 AM to come and pick her up. Didn't want her wandering alone, so I went. She'd picked a fight with some bloke in the meantime and he and his mates were piss drunk. Everyone was except me and the bartender.

"Ended up with her at A&E. Couple of bruised ribs to go along with it. Had to happen in the middle of my exam period at uni, too. Not as exciting as the other one." He shrugs his shoulders and peers at the glass in front of him, watching Gladio's ghostly reflection in the pane.

"They ended up at A&E with us, as well. Broke a couple of their arms, sprained some wrists..." Being a doctor is useful in knowing how to hurt people, if nothing else.

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Gladio pauses, his hands on John, before he laughs. His forehead ends up against the top of John's shoulder, unable to help himself. Just a quiet, low laugh. "You aren't allowed to give me any more shit for being in bar fights," he mockingly threatens with his tone, before giving another quiet laugh. Seems they are more alike than the surface suggests with every passing discussion. "Saving someone from a drunk, too. We match." He brings up one hand and gives John's hip a squeeze, actually a proud little notion.

"Sounds like they got the worst of it. Good."

That's his Guide.

John finds himself grinning, Gladio's approval coming through the bond as much as the touch and making him feel giddy and warm and right. They really are well-matched, aren't they? For the few points of friction they've found, the Sentinel really has been a marvelous thing for the Guide in the few hours they've been together.

John's been cured of his psychosomatic limp, he's met a famous person, he's gotten to make love on a giant bed, and now he's being washed down in an impossibly gorgeous bathroom by a young, strapping man who finds his middle-aged arse and all its scars something to be fond of. Something to be proud of. There were plenty of Sentinels John has known who would have taken a look at him, at the way he's all but weaponized his abilities, and decided there's something completely and utterly wrong and broken inside of him. He doesn't act like a Guide should.

But maybe that's what makes Gladio perfect. He doesn't seem to mind as much. "I'm absolutely giving you hell for bar fights if you manage to get into one with me around now. No more excuses." John leans back to press himself against the other man again, just relishing the touch of skin on skin.

No, John doesn't act like how a Guide should. Good. Prompto's a little more like a normal Guide, but the kid's just got one of those sort of personalities that it's hard to hold it against him. Usually the idea of a meek, simpering Guide who has to be protected and standing back from the fight is anything but what Gladio wants in his life. He's taught Prompto how to protect himself and fight along side of them, which has vastly improved how he feels about the Guide, but John's come in with all of that knowledge and more experience than him twice over. There's something just fine about that in Gladio's idea of a perfect Guide. The age thing... it's a little strange, John's older than anyone he's ever been with by at least ten years, but it's easy to over look when the man still has a good boy, a good heart, and a good head.

"You mean more like if I get into one without you around?" The smirk is evident in his voice, his hands coming around to wash John's chest, leaving them pressed up against one another. "If I get into one with you around... we better be messing someone up side by side." Since John seems more than capable of holding his own in one, not exactly like he's looking for them or anything but people like to think they can challenge the big guy in the room.

"Mm... I'd like that." Fighting alongside Gladio sounds nice. Doing anything with Gladio sounds very nice right now. John lets himself relax, closing his eyes, and giving in to some of his instincts as he turns his head and rubs his cheek over Gladio's chest. The Sentinel is probably being the better behaved out of the two of them at the moment, which isn't something John expected would be the case. But if he can endure and be good in the short run, John likes to imagine he'll take over control in the long run of it.

"Let's not go looking for fights with other people, though, right?" Daemons like they're planning for the weekend are different. But talking of Harry and the bar... "D'you have any family I'll need to meet, by the way? Your dad?" Impressing Noct is important, but impressing the rest of Gladio's family will need to be a priority, as well.

"I don't try to start them," Gladio protests with a grumble, reaching over and giving a brief nip because his hands are busy working his way over John's ribs. "No stereotyping me." The tone is still teasing, because he fits so many of those Sentinel stereotypes, but it's who he is.

"My father, Clarus, and my little sister, Iris. He's with Noct's father right now and she's still in school." There is an unmistakable warmth in his voice when he talks about his family and a tone of respect for his father. "She's eight years younger than me, but... she's a good kid. She'll probably decide I'm terrible for you."

Though he wonders, honestly, what his father will think of John. Hopefully, he'll see the same strong willed fighter that Gladio does.

There's jolt that heads right to his groin from that nip, and John realizes he's developing a far deeper appreciation for being bitten than he'd ever had before. He shifts against Gladio, but tries not to show it's particularly affecting him, otherwise. They're having an actual conversation here. He should focus on it. But if Gladio notes John is continuing to rub against him like an overly affectionate cat, it's something the Guide isn't wholly conscious of this time.

"What's Clarus like? You?" Like father, like son.

It's Gods damned adorable, John. Gladio might appreciate those little motions more than he can say. He keeps up his 'work', though thinking on how to answer John's question in the process. "...we're similar," he'll agree, even though there's a 'but' hanging there, "but he's a little more straight-edged than me, twice as tough. Taught me everything I know. Hard to tell he's got a sense of humor on him, but it's in there. Iris... she wants to follow in our footsteps, pretty sure Dad doesn't want her to but that's never stopped her from doing whatever she wants. Smart as a whip, but she'll be able to puppy-eye anyone. I'm also pretty sure she's got incriminating photos of me with braids in my hair thanks to that."

"Is Iris a Sentinel, as well? Or are you still waiting on a sign from her?" It does tend to run in families, after all. John doesn't have the first idea which of his distant relatives might have been a Guide, but they were probably out there on the Watson family tree. Or on Mum's side. Neither of his parents had been particularly forthcoming about their histories, and John had never been interested enough to ask. It would have been a tip of his hands to his parents for what he is, anyway. And John liked to imagine that their lack of acknowledgement of his status as a Guide meant they were willfully ignorant rather than parents who didn't actually care.

Gladio's hands over him help to sooth away the old hurts on that score. Hopefully, Harry won't bring anything embarrassing up when they meet with her. He'd prefer his new partner be kept in the dark about some things, particularly if he's closer to his family. "This feels nice, by the way." He puts a touch of teasing into his tone. "Glad I let you return the favor."

"Nothing yet from her, but she's still too young. If I had to take, she'll be a Sentinel or nothing at all." There's a brief pause, then a rumble. "She better not be a Guide, because any one who wants to try and do anything to her would have to beat me in combat first." There's nothing sexual in his voice, purely Big Brother Protects Baby Sister. "I definitely don't have enough time to kill that many people." ...That's a joke, right?

Hard to tell.

"Means I get the perfect excuse to touch you. Win-win." Gladio smirks slightly, the protective glaze to his eyes fading away before he pulls back, winds up the washcloth, and cracks it like a whip on John's backside. "Gotta get your hair next, now."

"Bloody!" John starts at the sting of the towel, more from surprise than pain, and he whirls around to grab for that washcloth. He really is dealing with a 20-something, because that's really not something he would have thought to play at for himself these days. Other ways to tease, sure, but that's locker room horseplay. "Try that again, smartarse, and I'll have you over a knee to pay it back." His tone is playful, but there is some honest intent to it. Although, trying to picture how that would work with as big as Gladio is makes John snort and end up giggling.

He shoves lightly at the Sentinel as he puts his back to the glass now, the cool pane a nice contrast to the hot water. "I didn't wash your hair, so that's up next after this, if you do mine."

He couldn't help himself; Gladio ended up laughing hard at John's reaction to the towel. John is now, for better or worse, part of a group of 20-something year olds. There's some horseplay that can't help but come up; he can go hang with Ignis and be Dad with Mom if necessary, but Gladio will try to drag him in from time to time just like he does Ignis.

"Heh. I'd like to see you try." He winds up the washcloth threateningly again, then winks before he slowly kneels down in front of John, voice dripping in tease. "Here, now you'll be able to reach."

That's a dangerous position. Hadn't he said he'd make Gladio prove himself before he'd let him... Well. This is only to be a brat about John's stature. "Cock." The doctor means it as an affectionate insult at Gladio, but realizes a second too late what the implication comes out as when the Sentinel is knelt like that in front of him. John's quick to correct as he flusters slightly. "You're a cock, I mean. Shut up."

The Guide grabs for the shampoo over Gladio's head and gets down to it quickly before the other man has much of a chance to comment or tease him. John's well aware it's coming, but he's going to try to stave it off as much as he can by vigorously massaging his Sentinel's scalp.

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Oh he certainly is about to get teased. Gladio laughs, though he does lean his head into John's hands, eyes closed to avoid the soap. "If you wanted me to get you off again, all you had to do is ask," he says playful, but he keeps his head down as he chuckles.

Besides, John's hands feel damn good. He can't help the quiet rumble that leaves him, pressing his head in more.

Well, now that's just a challenge not to get off. John regains some of his poise with that thought in hand to focus him and Gladio's rumbling. "I didn't ask for it because I don't need it, thanks. You young bucks. Always thinking with something below the belt. Just wanted to be sure you understood."

Young bucks. He probably shouldn't ask, but a part of him is wondering. "Just... how old are you?" Please let Gladio be at least over 21. And since it's probably going to come up anyway, "Just turned 35 a couple months ago."

"Not as bad as I thought," Gladio admits, tilting his head back into the spray to get the soap out of his hair and eyes. "23. Iggy's just turned it, too. Noct and Prom are both 20." Younger than my dad, not gonna complain. That probably would have definitely earned a glare from Clarus if that had happened, but it's not exactly like he can do anything about it. For better or worse, they're meant to be and now, are.

He slides a hand back through his hair, he likes his gods damned mullet John, deal, and grins up at the other. "I think with both swords, thanks."

John just enjoys the view as he lets his hands slide out of Gladio's hair and rest on the Sentinel's broad shoulders. Not as bad as he thought means Gladio probably thought he was something ancient. The gray hair and worn body probably lend themselves to that impression... and calling the man things like 'lad' and 'young buck.' It's a relief to know his Sentinel is more or less within the acceptable range of ages. The very, very low end, but still feasible for someone like him not to look like a completely desperate old lech around.

"But which is mightier?" he asks with a smirk before curling down and taking advantage of Gladio's upturned face to kiss him. He tastes, not unexpectedly, like soap, but that's fine. Everything is just fine for now. John pulls back and stands up again before speaking. "I think I like my chances with one over the other, at least. And I suppose I'll just have to pull the older and wiser card if it comes up."

Not ancient. Older, yes. The grey hair doesn't help the notion, but mostly because John speaks like a man older than his years. Gladio still will punch someone who suggests John looks like an old lech.

"I guess you're gonna be the one to decide that, mm?" He hums quietly into the kiss, then laughs before he slowlys tands, stretching himself up. "We're all used to Iggy pulling that card. At least the wiser card, but he's probably a hundred years older than the rest of us in soul or something like that." There are a few things John needs to learn about this group of friends, though, and just where the boundaries of their friendship lie. It might be different than he thinks.

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HE'S ON TO YOU JOHN

Onto what? He is an innocent lamb.

Bull. Shit.

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