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The Sentinel and Guides AU Meme

Sentinels and Guides are Known:
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 will tell you more as I can, my word." He poked through the muffin crumbs. "I do not like to talk about... many things, really. But in this, I will try." If nothing else, Clint would now by necessity be involved. He would have to rethink some points because of that.

"We can send him a nice card." Loki grinned.

He tilted his hand, fingers moving lightly against Clint's. "I think I would rather hear it again, if freely given."

"There's more muffins in the bag," Clint said, a little amused and pleased by his enjoyment. Did all Asgardians have sweet tooths? Next stop, they were getting waffles. "Something big enough that what happened in New York is just a distraction, a gambit, I can see why you wouldn't want to talk about it."

He laughed at that, imagining the look on Fury's face. "We'll see if we can find a nice postcard from somewhere exotic. Nice tropical beach or something."

He was silent for a moment, sipping the last of his coffee. It couldn't hurt and Loki knew, but when he'd told him last time, there'd been no room in his head for emotion.

"Alright. I, uh, grew up in Waverly. It's a pretty small town. Lived there with my dad and my mom and my brother. My dad, he was mean. And he drank which made him meaner. And I was a mouthy kid, too young to know when to shut up and hide. And mom... I dunno. Think she'd been with him too long, been hurt too much to have any will to defy him. So when he lashed out, at me, my brother when he could, she'd just let him." And he can't keep the resentment from his voice, because she'd been his mom and all the soft words and apologies afterwards couldn't make up for her silence during.

"It was a mess. They'd keep me out of school a lot because of black eyes and bruises, which just got social services onto us, which made things worse. Until one day, he drank a bottle and took mom out driving. Didn't know until the cops came around."

Loki nodded. He fished in the bag again and brought out another muffin, then proceeded to dissect it as he had the first.

He grinned. "That would be lovely indeed. I can imagine the look on his face."

Loki listened quietly. These things he knew already, but it was different, when they were offered willingly. And the flavor of emotion was different as well. Everything under the Tesseract's influence had been muted, tainted with its presence. This, he could truly feel. "I am sorry," he said quietly.

"His expression would be a thing of beauty," Clint agreed. Wonder if I could persuade Nat to take a photo." Sure, he'd run off with Loki, but Natasha was remarkably flexible when it came to things like rules and loyalties and she might make an exception for him.

Or she might hunt him down and drag him back by his hair. Difficult to tell right now.

He smiled, a bitter twist of his lips, biting into his muffin defiantly. "There's a million other kids with a story just the same. Well, up until the circus and becoming an assassin. I think that's just me." It'd always been much easier to laugh it off, deflect because it was nothing special. How many other kids went through that and came out just fine.

Loki laughed. "You know her better than I, of course, but I find that doubtful."

He shrugged. "Each story has its own unique parts. That is often the key to understanding." And as little as he often cared about people, understanding them was always a key point, the thing that showed how best to push them to achieve his ends.

"You're probably right," Clint said with a wry smile. "She'll come after us, y'know?" Her especially because it was personal and he wasn't sure how he would explain this to her. Probably better to just keep running.

"You find that weakness, that unique part and that's the key to unlocking exactly what that person needs and wants." He tilted his head slightly, regarding Loki. "I'm a spy as well as a killer, and I've watch Nat work. It's not entirely unfamiliar to me."

"From what you've said and my own observations, I'd thought as much." It was an eventuality for which he needed to plan. And he had a feeling Clint would object strenuously to Natasha being killed, which made it more complicated... but potentially more interesting as well, as a problem.

Loki nodded. "Indeed. She plays the game well."

"I'd be worried if you hadn't started thinking already," Clint said with a fond smile. Working together they might have a chance at out thinking her. A slim one, maybe, but some chance. He didn't like the thought of what would happen if she caught them though. It would be painful.

He finished off his coffee and sighed softly, starting to pick at the muffin. "We are gonna have to get you some kind of fake ID. I have a bunch for me but you're completely off the grid."

Loki laughed. "Indeed. If I ever seem to have stopped thinking, you probably ought to be very concerned. The key now seems to be stealth and remaining unnoticed until I have recovered. After that, we will be much more flexible. So I defer to your expertise until then."

He raised an eyebrow. "If I am attempting to remain unnoticed, should I be in any situation where I would need... ID?" He still wasn't entirely certain what that entailed, really.

"So, no pressure then," Clint replied with a grin. there was something oddly freeing about this, about not having to answer to anyone but himself and Loki. No paperwork to fill in at least. "Well, I have a few ideas which should keep us going." Hopefully Loki wouldn't take too long to heal.

"It's just in case. I'd rather have a backup than leave things 'til the last moment."

"None at all," Loki said cheerfully. "You simply hold our freedom and lives in your capable hands. You shall be fine." He nodded. "I had thought that you would. Or hoped, rather. I didn't plan on being shot."

He nodded. "I can certainly agree with the urge to have a backup plan. I normally have them myself." This entire thing had been uncharacteristic for him, disturbingly so.

"Oh well, as long as it's not important..." He grinned, his mood lightening. He liked this side of Loki, the side with the sharp wit and warmth and he knew that he was probably the only human who'd had the chance to see it like this. "Yeah well, SHIELD got a little twitchy about alien gods showing up unannounced in the middle of heavily guarded facilities. I'm sure you understand."

He smirked slightly at Loki's admission. No backup plan, no certainty... "So what you're saying here, boss, is that I drive you crazy."

"Mere details." Loki grinned. "And I even had brought them a coffee cake as a peace offering. Very rude on their parts. Such suspicion."

He laughed, but the sound subsided and left behind a strange sort of heat in his gaze as he regarded Clint. "That would seem to be the case, yes."

He reached out and grabbed one of Clint's hands, bringing it to him so he could press his lips against the inside of Clint's wrist.

"Oh well, in that case, they were just rude," he said, and he was sure that he should probably be defending the organisation he'd given hiss life to a little more strenuously, but somehow the bond he'd developed with Loki was more vital than anything else. Being away from SHIELD didn't leave him feeling like he was crawling out of his skin.

The look that Loki gave him left him slightly breathless, unable to look away even if he'd wanted to. He swallowed thickly when Loki's lips brushed against his wrist, and damn, he'd never considered that a particularly erotic spot but Loki was making it one. "You keep up like that, and I don't think the car is going anywhere for a while."

"It was a perfectly nice coffee cake too and they got it all covered in blood." Yes, a complete, joking lie, but one he found utterly amusing. "Maybe they would have liked a fruit basket a bit better. Or one of those bizarre edible cookie arrangement things. Honestly, you mortals and food. I'll never understand it."

His lips curled in a smile against Clint's skin. "Oh no. I'll be kept from the wonders of the open road a bit longer. Whatever shall I do?" He kissed that spot again and nipped it lightly.

"Hey, don't mock the cookie arrangements. Goddam peak of human development right there in one delicious package. You guys don't even have coffee where you're from." What kind of world didn't have coffee? The way Thor made it sound, Asgard was constant feasting on dead animals and quaffing.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Clint said, a little breathlessly when he felt the graze of teeth against his pulse point.

"I would never think to mock the great art of your homeland," Loki said dryly, then grinned. "And I would never claim that Asgard is more advanced in those regards. I don't care for meat, nor sweet things."

Loki smiled, tasting Clint's skin with the tip of his tongue. "I'm quite contrary, you know."

"Right, and I am a paragon of human virtue," Clint replied, smirking at him and then giving a soft laugh. "What do you like anyway? Apart from coffee? Can't keep feeding you muffins all the way from here to Waverly." Probably. Who knew what these godly types needed? Thor did seem to thrive on a diet of beer and baked goods.

His eyes dropped half closed, fixed on Loki's lips and the tip of his tongue. "I'm getting that impression, yeah."

Loki shrugged. "I consider food a necessary evil. 'tis of little matter to me." It was something he dealt with in order to keep going, but he'd never derived any pleasure from food the way others seemed to.

He smirked, pressing another kiss next to the first, adding another light scrape of his teeth.

Clint smiles, a little amused by the reaction and the challenge presented, "Ration packs are a necessary evil, good food is like... it's coming home, it's safety. It means you're not at immediate risk of getting shot at and sharing it is... it means you trust them." You didn't let an enemy cook for you.

He made a soft noise of pleasure when Loki did that, and reached out, his fingers brushing lightly against Loki's cheek, brushing along his jawline.

Another shrug. "It has always been thus for me, I'm afraid." Perhaps he lacked that sense of home that Clint seemed to invest in it. Though Loki was fairly certain the greatest gluttons he knew were not necessarily obsessed with food for that reason. "If you asked Volstagg, he'd say I was a bit unnatural for it."

And really, Volstagg had always been the kindest about things.

Loki smiled, tilting his face into the touch for a moment, eyes slipping half shut. That smile took on a wicked edge as he nipped lightly at one of Clint's fingers.

"Well, it'd be nice to find things that you don't actively hate," he said, although he was fairly sure their tastes would wildly diverge if it came to it. Clint liked diners, heavy and filling food, simple stuff. Loki seemed more like he should be eating in a five-star restaurant in Manhattan or Paris. He'd heard a little about Volstagg from Thor. "Well, not everyone can be a gourmet. I just like the distinction of food I can take my time over without worrying." It was a small thing, another way to separate himself from his work and retain that little bit of distance.

The nip against his fingers sent all of his thoughts spiraling towards one thing and he leaned in to kiss Loki.

"Hate is too strong a word," Loki said, laughing. "Most I simply do not care. Though if I am never forced to eat boar again, it will be too soon." He nodded. "But I can understand that. I find it pleasant to sit at a meal and have a coffee while I read."

Loki accepted the kiss with a wicked smile and caught Clint's collar with his hand. He nipped at the man's lips, kissing with a hunger he never displayed toward food.

"I think we can manage to avoid boar. It's not a hugely common thing here." Did they even have boar in the US? No-one had ever felt that he needed to know whether boar were indigenous. "It's less the food and more the... the feeling that goes with it."

The hand wrapped in his collar was wonderfully possessive and he kissed back eagerly, sliding one hand to rest against the back of Loki's neck, sliding into his hair.

Loki made a soft sound at that touch. He tugged Clint a bit closer, nipping at his lips again, following it with a slow movement of his tongue.

He didn't mind that they were in a parking lot. As far as he was concerned, that just added to the fun, a little thrill of danger. He'd always really enjoyed that.

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