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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

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"I don't need to be impressed!" Prompto whines quietly, then gives up entirely and nudges until he can be closer. "...I just want him to feel okay with us but he's giving me a headache with how tense he is. How can anyone still be that tense after-" Flush. "You know. What he and Gladio were doing." Is this how Ignis and Gladio felt when he became friends with Noct? Like he was taking Noct away from them? He doesn't like it.

"Oh yeah, real fine." He can tell it isn't 'fine', but he doesn't want to push too hard on John's first night with them. John's agitation feels like being too close to a nest of bees and Gladio finds himself rubbing the bridge of his nose.

The question still manages to catch him by surprise, making Gladio look over with a raised brow. "You want another round?" That he's against that idea, no he meant it when he said he wanted to take John, but John... doesn't exactly seem in the mood.

Ignis sighs and resigns himself to setting aside his paperwork for the moment so that he can shift his arm and sling it around Prompto's waist in a casual gesture of affection. "Were you tense after your first time? One may be very relaxed around an individual and guarded and worried around a crowd. I've looked up our good doctor." With his free hand, Ignis pulls out his mobile phone. "And a good doctor and man, indeed. A somewhat spotty history in financial matters, though."

Don't ask how Ignis finds these things out, Prompto. "I would hazard to guess the luxury of this place has him agitated as much as any of us. He does not seem the sort to accumulate debts of a more personal nature lightly. Which is likely why he's offered to teach you. Balancing the ledger... and currying favor with you, Noctis, Gladio, and myself in the process."

Meanwhile, John senses the surprise and takes a step forward so that he can reach down and grasp Gladio's chin. John is and isn't in the mood, which probably isn't fair to Gladio on an emotional level. But for the moment, it's something he can do. And doing something is far preferable to not doing something just in this moment. "Yeah, I want another. Provided you're still good for it." John runs his thumb over the Sentinel's lower lip. "Don't want to push you too far." It's teasing, trying to get himself more in the mood for something playful and fun, rather than something rough and needy.

Prompto can guess how Ignis found out; he's just going to totally ignore it because it still freaks him out a little bit. "It just- takes everything in me not to try and calm him down. I can tell he's freaked out by me but it's instinct, you know!?" The difference is that John knows. Most people it happens without his conscious thought, trying to calm them down or put them at ease around him, the same thing he had unintentionally done to all of them the first time they met after his and Noct's, uh, union.

"Maybe I could talk to him about when I got brought in? He looks pretty much angry or terrified to really talk to me though-- and here I want to go- OH!" Prompto picks his head up and looks to Ignis with bright eyes, his interest impossible to resist. "Maybe I could get him to go to that gun range??" Yeah guns had some weird issues here but Lady Lunafreya had made sure one of the non-public ranges were available for him to use. They hadn't even asked; she just knew. (Prompto thinks she's incredible.)

The grab to his chin is such a dominant gesture that for a moment, Gladio's pupils expand, nostrils flaring, and there's the faintest shift of his neck like he's going to toss his chin out of John's hand, but at the last moment he remains still, looking up into the doctor's eyes and wondering what he has planned. Yeah, as if he isn't one to relax by getting off, but he's the one not sure if he's pushing John too far or not.

"...no such thing," Gladio says pointedly, his teeth briefly catching John's thumb.

"I think, perhaps, that's might well work," Ignis says, raising his brows lightly and flipping over to Facebook. He shows Prompto a picture of John in desert camo fatigues posing with a semi-automatic rifle and grinning like mad. He appears to be at an on-base firing range as there are targets in the distance. "Most of the photographs I can find of his service have him posing with a gun. You should talk to Noct about the necessity of your presence at the talks tomorrow."

Ignis pockets his phone once more and looks up at Prompto, his lips quirking up in a small, knowing smile. "Time and the patience to hold back on using your abilities likely will endear him to you as much as your shared firearms experience." He reaches up to grasp Prompto's shoulder and pull him down for a chaste, but soothing kiss. "If you could actually see to raising Noct from the dead, that would be appreciated."

The teeth get him significantly more in the mood. Gladio will be able to feel the flare of arousal. John keeps hold for a long moment, staring down at Gladio and cataloging the look of him like this. Yeah. That's good. That definitely still does it for him. It's only a moment later that the Guide is withdrawing his hand motioning for the Sentinel to rise and follow.

If John had his way, he'd be backing Gladio into the room while kissing him, but their relative heights would make that moderately challenging when he's already worn down from the day, and they need to pass through a relatively public area in the penthouse to get to the bedroom. As it is, he just leads the way, only flicking a glance over and seeing Ignis pull Prompto down close. It doesn't entirely register as a kiss given that John just doesn't think that would happen with Prompto's Sentinel around. But he'll reconsider it later, perhaps.

"Whoa," Prompto breathes out as he looks at the Facebook photos. John looks so happy in the photos, a completely different kind of smile than the guarded ones they've seen here. "He looks good, smiling like that." But from the expression on his face, Ignis would be able to tell Prompto's already thinking about what he could say to slip out of those talks. While he knows why Noct wants him there, not just to keep him from boredom but keep the mood in the room calm, this seems really important. John's not going anywhere and Prompto wants him to be as happy as he had been in these pictures.

"Patience. The thing I'm known for in spades, right?" Prompto smirks, then it dissolves into a low groan. Doesn't mean he won't try. The kiss ends up returned and he touches the tips of their noses together before a soft smile comes to his lips. "'Kay-" He turns just in time to see Gladio and John disappear down the hall, a little cough escaping him. "...Well they're not getting any sleep tonight." Going to just ignore the pink on his cheeks as he waits for their door to close before he goes after his Sentinel.

Gladio, meanwhile, has little issue in taking John close as soon as they're behind that closed door, his own arousal catching up rapidly. The Bond wants them as close as possible today... for a few days, really, making sure it's as deeply cemented in both men as possible. There's little desire in Gladio to fight that as he doesn't even bother hesitating to cheat by moving his head enough to let his mouth work over the new Mark.

"John..." Just a breath of his name, curving his tongue to follow the slightly raised edges of the scar that'll make the mark for life, scooping up the taste of his Guide.

That's entirely unfair. John relaxes against Gladio for the attention, lifting his chin in open invitation to the Sentinel before he can properly think about it. He is really going to need to find a defense against this... barring just telling Gladio he's not allowed to touch the Bond Mark. In any case, John suspects that will go over like a lead balloon, especially so early in their Bond.

"Jesus, give me a chance," he protests lightly as he winds his arms around Gladio's back and digs his nails in. "Mm... that feels too good." At least it's swiftly taking his mind away from Prompto, from worries about performing for the others, about managing to properly train Noct's Guide, make himself useful to the group.

John's scent sharpens as he consciously releases pheromones, trying to relax Gladio, in turn, make him more pliant as John pulls him toward the bed.

It would not go over well, not a damn bit. Gladio enjoys the way John feels against him, the taste of him raw against his tongue, the odd challenge of resisting the urge to bite down again and have his Guide again. The choice to release those pheromones is a good one, making Gladio groan low against John's skin as this close he can't help but breathe them in, following John's pulls easily without even realizing what's happening.

It doesn't stop him from wanting to pull John close, his pupils growing wide as his body reacts eagerly, pumping out a pulse of near-matching pheromones to encourage John as much as John is trying to get him. "Want you to feel good," Gladio rumbles low, swallowing saliva before pulling his head back and staring into John's eyes.

"Well, that's not very hard." At the last few steps, John swings them around that he can push Gladio the final few steps to sit down on the bed. If the other man obliges, John will follow him down, planting his knees on either side of Gladio's hips. "Want to lie back for me? I'll make it worth your while."

It'll also give John a chance to work on getting Gladio's trousers off. At least the man had foregone a shirt. The Guide's buttondown and jeans should be easy enough to get out of once he has his Sentinel sorted. Hot leather might need to actually be peeled off, though, better to get that early on while Gladio's still relatively cool.

The comment about making John feel good not being very hard makes Gladio snort, but he lets himself be pushed down to the bed as he puts his hands onto John's hips. The black leather of his pants shows the outline of his hardness vividly, in particular when he arches his hips up just like so when he sees where John's eyes are going. "Like what you see?" Gladio teased with a grin. Fuck, he can smell John all around him, like a blanket around his senses, and it makes him close his eyes and breathe it in more. The Bond solidifying in them both wants him to take it as deeply in as he can, to make sure he'll do everything to protect his Guide and that he'll react true when his Guide does his job.

His thumbs rub against the material of John's trousers, watching him closely. "Tell me what you want, John." Letting the name roll on his tongue. "We've got all night, but I'm damn curious how many times I can bring you to the edge before you'll fall."

Oh... edging is... he rather likes the idea of that. But it's Gladio who should be the one on that side. Well, they do have all night. They can trade off. Maybe. "Funny... I was thinking the same thing for you." John reaches down to rub the heel of one hand over Gladio's groin, feeling his hot length beneath the fabric. There's a tent forming at the front of the Guide's jeans that speaks to his own arousal.

"Maybe we could try a little 69?" He smirks down at the Sentinel. "See which of us breaks first." Gladio might well have more experience, but John's feeling emboldened by his first foray. "Or I could slick up your thighs, see how long I can last between them." He stops rubbing and finally moves to undoing Gladio's trousers. "Or I could keep my clothes on and have a bit of fun in your lap... see how long you can stand it. Anything else you want, apart from seeing how long I can keep it up?"

"You." He is not above being terribly blunt, his pupils wide and very focused on his Guide. He wants John. All of life, Gladio's always been a very dominant figure as a Sentinel, and he's had his fair share of fun over the years, not to mention the arrangement that's been happening the last several. No one's ever pushed back against that. The fight in his Guide is arousing in of itself, but it doesn't occur to him that John might be near or equally as dominant. Still, his brows come together at some of the suggestions, but he puts it off as John isn't ready to go 'that' far. He can deal with that.

So he gives a smirk, letting John work on peeling him out of the leather. "Sex is too messy for keeping your clothes on. Besides... I like this body." His hands move up from John's hips over his ribs, smoothing his thumbs across his chest. "If you wanna take your time, I wouldn't mind seeing just how far I could push you." There's a glint in his eyes as his voice goes lower. "I'm quite good at it, I've been told."

"You already have me," John teases back. When Gladio moves his hands up, though, the doctor draws in a deep breath and rumbles his approval for the touch. The drop in pitch at the end there goes straight to his own hardening length, though, and John sorely regrets being born a Guide, rather than a Sentinel. Because that all sounds very nice one of them does need to acquiesce first.

Traditionally, of course, it would be the Guide, and he'd be happy for it, letting his Sentinel work him like that. But after the conversation with Prompto, John's mind is on breaking molds, not conforming to them. Gladio's trousers are pulled off fully, and John takes a moment to at least pull off his shirt. He leaves his jeans and underwear on for the moment, though, wanting to give Gladio the opportunity to remove them.

"Show me how you're gonna push me. I like it well enough, I'll let you. If it's not good enough..." He reaches out and grasps Gladio's chin again. "It'll be my turn with you. Deal?" Now he just has to... not get overly turned on by his Sentinel. Nothing he can't handle. Probably.

There was a long pause as Gladio stares up at John, that very dominant gesture pushing hard at the Sentinel as much as Gladio's own ego. He takes a slow breath as he watches John, emotions flaring up like sparks in a fire. A moment of raw aggression, the wordless feeling of wondering how dare John talk to him like that? Then on its heels comes arousal, because, as he said before, he likes that his Guide isn't some submissive, passive thing. His nostrils flare, pupils going to pinpricks before expanding. When he lets out the breath, the momentary flare of anger is gone and he smirks.

"Deal."

John would then have to deal with Gladio deciding he is getting up, using an easy wrestling move to try and roll John over and onto his back, leaving him above him.

The quick swirl of emotion that comes off the Sentinel is a little dizzying for its intensity, but John holds his position and his expression, just letting things wash over him, rather than offering further challenge. That anger tells the Guide he's skirting the edge of what might be 'acceptable misbehavior' with the Sentinel. He'll have to keep pressing at Gladio's boundaries gradually to pull him more easily into submission. And John suspects it will almost always be a fight unless he's using his abilities to soothe over the other man's ego and make him more receptive. They'll have to discuss that. While John's willing to go a certain distance with his abilities, there comes a point where he'd be worrying about consent.

For now, Gladio seems to be level once more, and John lets himself be rolled over, knowing better than to try to fight that. He does, however place his hands against Gladio's chest--careful of his stitched-up wound--and lock his arms in place. It will make it difficult for Gladio to come down on him without some effort.

There's no actual intent to keep the Sentinel off, and John's smirk and the playful challenge through the Bond should telegraph that. "Easy, tiger," he chides lightly. "Don't want to pull your stitches."

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He might not be entirely wrong, as it currently stands, about the fight. Gladio, as it was, had a certain way of handling any challenge presented to him, and that was to take it down. It was how Sentinels were taught to handle things, and his being Noctis' Shield didn't help that problem. Yet... he'd taken to some of what John's pushed him to relatively well so far, hasn't given into any kind of anger when some Sentinels would have. There's the spark of possibility. Nature had put them together, perhaps even Fate.

When Gladio comes up and John's arms are braced there, there's the moment of confusion and uncertainty, looking down at his Guide, but when he feels the playfulness across the Bond, he relaxes, smirking slightly in amusement. "Rawr," he says with a snap of his teeth, but he puts some of his weight against John's hands. "That isn't enough to tear them..." He slides a hand under John's head, wanting to pull him up into a kiss. If John wants to be pushed to his limits, he certainly has his ideas, but it starts slow.

The Guide holds his arms locked in place for several seconds, just to prove that he can do that before relenting. He's not sure if the show of resistance is more for himself or for Gladio's Prompto's words have stopped knocking around John's head, but the sentiment is still there, along with the desire to push Gladio as far as the Sentinel can push him. All in good time. The Bond is demanding something close and intimate from the both of them. Some Guide and Sentinel couples might not take it to this physical level, but they're there. And it's been good so far. Very good.

When their lips meet, John wraps his arms around Gladio's back and tries to take control of the embrace, teasing his tongue between the younger man's lips before Gladio can get there. He can't do much with his legs with Gladio over him like this and John still in his jeans, which don't offer as much stretch as he might like. But he can do this.

Gladio has always been a very physical person. With his friends, it was slaps to the back ~~butt~~, shoulder nudges, and he's even given the two shorties rides before. He's been with plenty of others out there, though that had stopped after the four of them had become... something, and on top of it, as John's already seen, he's a very physically aggressive Sentinel though capable of his own control. Really, this sort of physicality was inevitable for whoever ended up with Gladio, just by the sheer nature of who he is as a person.

With John, it's come so easily as to not even need to think about it. It just comes to him, to want to touch John, to have him, as easily as it is to breathe. It's how their Bond keeps urging them, following their own natural desires. It doesn't, as Prompto seems hesitant about, change someone's sexuality but does put a bit of a magnifying glass to it.

John's attempt to take control of the kiss doesn't seem to bother him in the least; he just leans into it, letting his lips part with his knees braced against the bed so his hands can run down John's sides, thumbing over his nipples before going for his jeans. It's easy enough to get a hand between them and palm John through them once, but no man wants to deal with jeans and a hard-on so he doesn't linger, inside working at the fly so he can free John.

John twitches when Gladio thumbs over his nipples, but it's not until he makes it to his jeans that the doctor groans quietly into the Sentinel's mouth. The Guide drops one of his hands down and loses some focus on the kiss as he moves to assist Gladio by shoving his own jeans and underpants down. His erection bobs free in the blessedly cool air, and John just breaks the kiss so that he can attack Gladio's neck.

The bites aren't too hard, but they're enough that Gladio's not going to be able to ignore them, especially when John takes advantage of his position to kiss and nip his way down Gladio's collarbone. The other man's scent is heady and the taste of his skin is addictive in a way that only a Sentinel's can be to a Guide.

When Gladio has John's jeans off, he decides to gently challenge the Sentinel's control again, wrapping his hand around Gladio's cock and stroking it until either Gladio does something to distract him or he's told to lay off.

John will be pleased at the growl that leaves Gladio when he 'attacks' Gladio's neck, one that he'll be able to feel against his lips and teeth as much as hear. Far from an angry growl, this one encourages as he frees John of the tight confines, throwing material off to the side so he can pull his Guide to him. However, the sudden fingers around his cock pulls a brief shudder from him, but he reaches down and snags that clever hand, bringing it up to his mouth and nipping at the fingers before popping one into his mouth, clever tongue proving itself while he trickles his fingers over John's hardness.

He had every plan to start off small, to start really working John up, but as promised he wouldn't let the Guide fall. Not just yet. He wants to 'earn' whatever line John has drawn in the sand and cross it firmly before he lets John have his chance, still in the mindset that all of this is playful, learning. Not quite the dominance dance that John believes it.

His head shifts, pulling a second finger into his mouth, before he lets them fall out and murmurs low, "it's even better on your cock." A glint in his eyes, then he leans down and allows just the very tip of his tongue, eyes locking to John's to make sure he's watching, to go from base to head with a flick at the end.

John sucks in a sharp breath and holds it when Gladio moves out of reach and licks that teasing stripe up his length. It's a little harder to control his reaction without lips to press against or fingers in his mouth. It had been a little too easy to start sucking on those...

"Mm... 'M sure it is." He breathes out. Down, Watson. Getting worked up like a twenty-something so early should be downright embarrassing. He draws on his favorite cool-down technique, digging his own thumbnail hard into his side for a moment. The sharp pain focuses him and takes the edge off his arousal. "You don't want a condom on me?"

The doctor had, after all, requested one for Gladio. As a further attempt to take the heat a notch down without entirely killing the mood or overtly making a play that way, he adds, "I am clean... just do y'know. Regular testing. Standard procedure for doctors."

Gladio rolls a shoulder into a shrug, playing it off easy. "Don't like 'em unless I'm with a total stranger. Pretty sure you'd tell me if you weren't clean. You're not the kind of guy to hide something like that." He doesn't know but he knows, thanks to the Bond. He bends his head down to press a kiss along John's inner thigh, then spreads both of his hands over those thighs so he could hold them in place while he met John's eyes.

Then, with a little bit of a proud smirk, he takes the head into his mouth... and proceeds to deep throat John in one long bob of his head down until his lips brush hair. If he needs to prove himself more, he even leaves himself there in place for a long moment before pulling back, then flicking his tongue over the head. Smirk again.

John's about to make a remark about the fact that he can keep his thighs spread himself when Gladio just... goes for it. Reflexively, he tries to pulls his legs together, but with the Sentinel's hands in place, it's just straining against him until John can consciously relax. Gladio will receive a jolt of good, impressed, arousal through the Bond before The Guide manages to articulate his thoughts.

"Show off," he huffs. "You're bigger than I am." John raises himself to his elbows and reaches down to wind his fingers into Gladio's hair. He tugs gently. "All right with something harder?"

Not that he's intending to yank out Gladio's hair by the roots, but he'll gauge how careful he needs to be while the Sentinel is up for air. For now, he just shifts a little to find a comfortable place in this arrangement.

It had been a mix of balance to let him down John in that eye-up position and knowing that John would try to jerk up into the wet heat when he did it and the last thing he wanted to do was gag. So he licks his lips right above John's need, basking in the feeling that came through the Bond. It isn't easy to deal with, this sudden feeling of someone constantly in the back of his head but each burst is another thing to figure out, get used to, to realize that this is the rest of his life.

"Don't expect anyone to be able to deep throat me, John," Gladio points out with a bit of a laugh, but at the mention of hair pulling, he gives a low laugh and sucks briefly on John's skin where thigh and hip meet before he rumbles low, "I don't mind some pain."

Go for it.

Then he pulls John back into his mouth, showing he definitely has done this before. His fingers form a ring at the base of John's cock, the rest of that hand shifting to be able to curl down and pull the sack into them, rolling the weight of it between them.

Okay. Okay. Definitely taking notes for next time on his side. The hand in Gladio's hair twists as John sucks in another deep breath. He braces his feet against the other man's shoulders to ground himself a little more now that the Sentinel isn't spreading his thighs and holding him there. The wet heat around his cock is undeniably good, especially when paired with the attention to the rest of him.

"And you said I was good. Thinking you were just being nice now. Mm... you don't look half bad down there." John tries not to pull too hard on Gladio's hair, even with the reassurance through the Bond. On this side of things, it's harder to concentrate, but he makes a go of communication once more now that Gladio's not being sucked off.

Good, faster.

He rumbles low in the back of his throat, a cue that he really does like the hand in his hair. The small, stinging pain only adds to the heat of it all, urging the deeper arousal that usually comes along with pain. Not exactly something he's willing to talk about, but John will probably figure that out as time goes on thanks to the Bond. Wait until they're in a proper fight together.

Gladio pulls his head back, just enough to cockily say, "I look damn good anywhere." And just for that, he wraps a hand around John while his mouth bites down gently on the tender skin at the inner thigh, then promptly sucks a mark there with a finishing look of being a smart ass and having no problem with it. His hand kept up the roll of his fingers, until it became an awkward grip as he moved down along John's thigh, then reached up and stroked over his ribs, down his hip, and gripped outside of his thigh.

But he knows what that feeling through the Bond is, almost on instinct, so his mouth returns to John's cock and he surrounded it in heat again, bobbing his head slow.

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