#in a sentinel guide fic?

[silverdragonreads]

Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Eureka Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Carter/Nathan Stark Characters: Jack Carter, Nathan Stark, Allison Blake, Zoe Carter, Jo Lupo Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Sentinels and Guides Are Known, Sentinel/Guide Bonding, SFXPromptBang Summary:

After fifteen years as an un-bonded Sentinel, Jack Carter has come to terms with the reality that either his Guide doesn’t exist or is one of the many who chose not to join the Sentinel-Guide Union. Between his daughter's rebellions, his trigger happy deputy and the town’s insane scientists, Jack doesn’t have time to dwell on it. Then Nathan Stark comes to Eureka. Jack recognizes him immediately as a Guide. An unregistered Guide, which means by custom and law, Jack isn’t allowed to acknowledge him as a Guide. Normally, it wouldn’t be a problem. But Nathan is Jack’s Guide. Plan A: Avoid Stark. Except, rogue weather bots and the secret schemes of the town's residents make that impossible. Unfortunately, he hasn’t come up with plan B.

[i-am-as-normal-as-you-are]

Keep thinking about this Payneland Sentinels/Guides + Wing AU idea I had awhile ago SO y'all get to deal with me rambling

Quick info about Sentinels and Guides

~ A Sentinel is a person with enhanced senses (touch, sight, hearing, smelling, and taste), due to the enhanced senses it can become very overwhelming - similar to pulling a muscle, that can happen with their senses being too overstimulated

~ Guides help to ground and calm a Sentinel

~ Together they can help control and focus a Sentinel's abilities as well

Check out this cool Sentinels and Guides info post if you don't know what they are, the person does a great job explaining things

Now rambling time

Edwin is a Sentinel and Charles is a Guide

Overall Sentinels and Guides are rarities here, they were less known about during Edwin's time and were shunned - during Charles' time there was more knowledge on them but they still weren't really accepted by everyone - then modern day there's definitely better acceptance compared to the past + laws/rights protecting them

While Edwin was alive, he didn't have a Guide, but had some control to not get too overwhelmed due to his enhanced senses (or at least not show it around others, otherwise he'd definitely hear about it from his family)

But Hell threw that bit of control and composure out the window with how intense it was.

He thought that with escaping he'd be able to get some reprieve, but he still feels too much, and there's so many new things around him that it takes awhile to attempt adjusting.

Then he stumbles onto Charles and things start to feel a little less, more comfortable and controlled.

When Charles dies, they learn that he can't feel things like before, which they assume is the norm for ghosts. BUT he can feel Edwin perfectly fine, especially after bonding. He only has senses when it regards Edwin, like for example he can smell Edwin's ghostly hair pomade. Plus Charles is able to detect him nearby.

(I hc that a lot of ghost's senses are dulled or seem off compared to when alive, like touching things feel odd or smells seem dulled - so Charles would follow that logic + the special added bonus of properly feeling Edwin and his senses being able to detect Edwin due to being his Guide)

They learn that Edwin has all of his enhanced senses in tact, so for example he's still capable of tasting/eating but doesn't need to eat since he's a ghost so he doesn't see a point in doing it unless if it's necessary for a case (sometimes Edwin wishes he could give that capability to Charles since Charles reminisces and misses food a lot)

During the beginning, they basically had to stay attached at the hip. Anytime they'd tried to do something separately, Edwin would get spikes or zone-out frequently. Edwin hated feeling so useless plus thinking that he's trapped Charles where he won't move on due to Edwin's reliance on him - Charles does enjoy being around Edwin, he also really enjoys that he can feel and sense him, he's now in a world that he can't properly feel things like when alive but then there's Edwin as his beacon, but sometimes he worries that he's just using Edwin to feel something like 'Am I touching him too much, is he uncomfortable and just not saying anything?'

Things improve overtime where they can go do their own thing from time to time, but still just usually default to sticking together. They started taking on cases especially since Edwin's enhanced senses seemed perfect for it.

Also at first they bond and see it as plantonic.

It isn't till Crystal comes around which causes Edwin to have more territorial/protective instincts and jealousy come out regarding Charles + all of the stuff in Port Townsend, that they start to think about taking it further towards it being romantic.

(Bonus: Crystal thinking they're already together cause they constantly touch each other and have been caught cuddling together)

Then combining the wing au idea with the Sentinel/Guide stuff

So here Sentinels and Guides are also born with wings, at times it's used as a way to help easily spot others (So for example, in modern day if an unbonded Sentinel might be having a spike or zone-out, others might seek out the nearest person with wings who is an unbonded Guide to assist the Sentinel)

Edwin has the wings of a Little Owl and Charles has the wings of a Laggar Falcon

When alive, Edwin was to bind his wings and hide them so others wouldn't see them, only able to have them out in private. Then while in Hell, he had to learn the habit of keeping his wings tucked very close to his body or else they would be a huge liability.

Charles keeps his wings out since he finds them cool, but also tries his best to keep them under control. Too many instances of him getting too excited and his wings accidentally knocking something over... his dad wasn't happy.. (His dad hates his wings, but his mom praises how beautiful they are)

After they meet and Edwin binds his wings out of habit, Charles immediately puts a stop to it cause that CAN'T be healthy. But Edwin will still keep them closely tucked to his body.

Edwin has found that when Charles helps him calm down, he quite enjoys when Charles wraps his wings around him to encompass both of them. It helps block things out.

Then it took awhile, mainly due to Edwin not being as open about his wings, where they help preen/groom each other's wings

Edwin was used to making do on his own, while Charles usually had help from his mom. So it started with Charles asking for help, then Charles saw what Edwin was doing and decided that boy needs help (like 'Edwin this spot is an absolute mess cause you can't reach it properly, I'm helping you')

[christinesficrecs]

I am a big, BIG fan of Sentinel AU's. But it seems like the post I had went poof! Anyway! Enjoy. ❤️

Unmapped by Jerakeen | 11.3K | Explicit

Stiles can never leave a good mystery alone.

I'll Tie You (In My Arms) by Kian | 19K

Derek doesn't want a Guide after his last attempt at a bond nearly got his whole family killed, and Stiles doesn't want to be one if it means losing the last of the family he's got. But Fate doesn't take requests.

I Want You Under My Skin by FunkyinFishnet | 6.6K | Mature

Stiles is a Guide who looks after catatonic or feral Sentinels. One day a grief-stricken fugue-state Derek is brought in and Stiles realizes that he's found his Sentinel. Now they've just got to get Derek out of his own head and able to bond.

Bonding for Beginners by Ember | 43.2K | Explicit

Sentinel AU where Stiles is a Guide looking for real connection, and Derek is a Sentinel forced to get a Guide.

Collide by Green | 36K | Mature

Guide Stiles Stilinski has been waiting his whole life to meet his one and only Sentinel, knowing everything will fall into place perfectly once he's bonded. Then along comes Derek Hale, his werewolf Sentinel, who already has a mate (alpha werewolf Peter Hale) and doesn't want anything to do with a new bond. Does Stiles even fit in the picture? Will he ever get his happily ever after, or was that just a childish dream?

On Anchors and Rudders by Unloyal_Olio | 15.1K | Mature

Stiles might be a sentinel, but Derek is a werewolf. Derek is not and never will be a guide.

W-e-r-e-w-o-l-f.

There is no way in hell he’ll be a guide. No. Way. In. Hell.

The Normal One? by hellbells | 10.9K | Explicit

Stiles had always prided himself on being the normal one in the pack. He was until an Alpha fight shows him just how wrong they all are. It just might be that he needs Derek to anchor him as much as Derek needs him.

It Started Out as a Feeling by flitterflutterfly | 15.4K | Explicit

When the newly bonded Sentinel Scott joins Derek Hale’s pack, Derek had just been happy that his group was growing larger and stronger. But Scott brings with him his old-temporary-guide-turned-friend named Stiles and the rest of Derek’s pack begin to conspire to get them together. And while Derek is attracted to Stiles, Stiles doesn’t want a full bond and Derek would never force that.

Who Needs A Guide? by LadyDrace | 3.7K

Derek is a sentinel who doesn't need a guide. Good thing, too, because what he ends up getting is in fact not a guide.

Ochre Moon by SOABA | 13.3K

Stiles has unknowingly spent years on medication designed to fully suppress his Sentinel Gene. Then, one day, the medicine stops working and it’s definitely Derek’s fault.

[spacedoutdandelion]

Thinking about a Sentinel & Guide AU for KN8 and how that’d work for any given pairing 😩

For the sake of my sanity:

KafHoshi-

If set before Hoshi gets 10, then it’d be Sentinel Kafka with Guide Hoshi. Because even with Hoshina’s cool demeanor he’s a softy at heart and he’d 110% have a weakness for Kafka with his puppydog eyes and how he recklessly overuses his senses to help others at his own risk.

Imagine how Narumi pushing Kafka to use his potential would just piss Hoshina off because he’s not there all the time to help Kafka reset his senses and it makes him worry. 🥺

But I imagine Hoshi after getting 10 being more like a sentinel. So Sentinel/Sentinel with them struggling to control their senses and unable to find comfort in each other despite not wanting anyone else. Very bittersweet.

Iharu/Reno-

Iharu would definitely be the guide! I think of this scene and how supportive he was for Reno and it makes my heart soft. Iharu would have chosen Reno, before Reno even realized they were a good match up for each other. They’d start out platonic and grow into more over time because their both stubborn about acknowledging their feelings.

NaruHoshi-

Thinking about Sentinel/Sentinel NaruHoshi and how they’d bring out the worst in each other, pushing each other past their limits and being each others downfalls but not caring in the slightest. Because why would that matter when they feel so free in the moment as they strive for greater heights - who cares if their senses are getting absolutely destroyed, one of them needs to be better and they both have that “it’ll be me” mentality.

but uh this is just my brainrot ramblings…don’t take me serious or anything 🫠

[alea-says]

Fic writing be like...

Me: Oh, here's a great idea for a one-shot!

My brain: but have you considered:

100 pages of world-building

20 subplots

3 possible sequels

[satashiiwrites]

From Scorched Earth, A Phoenix Rises Chapter 10

Title: From Scorched Earth, a Phoenix Rises, Chapter 10

Fandom: 911, Hawaii 5-0

Pairing: Buddie, McDanno, BuckTommy (breakup), minor Deacon/Hondo (SWAT, platonic) and Reyes Vidal/Scott Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda)

Tags/warnings: (eventual) explicit sex, canon divergence from end of season 7, character bashing (Tommy Kinard, Helena Diaz), child abuse, canon typical violence, sentinel/guide AU, spirit animals, anchors, BuckTommy breakup (this fic is very not friendly to Tommy Kinard), first time, Bad Diaz Parents, minor pairings are used in place of OCs. 

Summary: An anchor, however fragile, can keep even an offline sentinel from manifesting as long as it is maintained. When his anchor is removed, Eddie Diaz enters a deep zone.  Can Buck, a long unattached guide, save his best friend from slipping away?

El Paso, Texas, 2024

Danny and Steve hit the ground in El Paso and are immediately on the hunt. The smell of aviation fuel and scorched rubber burns Steve’s nostrils as he inhales instinctively, looking for the soft scent he picked up from the scent pack Athena Grant had provided him so he could track Christopher. 

They’re met on the tarmac by several Texas Rangers, all of which are bonded sentinels and include the man Steve had reached out to earlier—Major Alec Ryder.

“There was an empathic event in one of our suburbs,” a grizzled older sentinel informs them. “About three and a half hours ago. We’re working on locating the epicenter, but we’re having to go house to house.”

Danny’s eyes are ice blue as they flash to Steve’s. “Babe, what do you want to bet we got an upset baby guide that just came online?”

“No bet,” Steve growls and gives the address for the Diaz grandparents. 

Read Chapter 10 here on AO3

[gerec]

1> Are there any noteworthy Sentinel/Guide Cherik fic?

2> Are there fics in which Charles loses his power and Erik helps/is with him through it?

Thank you <3

Hello friend, thank you for your patience! If you're still interested, here are some fics you might enjoy!

Sentinel & Guide

Natural Selection by manic_intent

Professor Charles Xavier is thirty-two years old when he meets his Sentinel, and as a credit to his half of the subspecies, he still manages to finish the seminar, run through a credible Q&A session, thank the Dean for the invitation to lecture as a guest at the Yale School of Medicine, before finally fleeing the theatre to find the nearest bathroom.

While he's busy throwing up into a toilet, he dimly hears the door to the bathrooms opening, then getting locked, and then someone is awkwardly patting him on the back, and Charles knows rather than sees that the Sentinel is conscientiously offering him tissues to wipe his mouth.

Maybe not a bastard, then.

this hope as an anchor for the soul by annejumps

Erik has been on his own since his parents died while being experimented on—they were a bonded Sentinel-Guide pair. It's been Erik's life mission to find and destroy facilities that experiment on Sentinels and Guides. Meanwhile, he's hoping he won't ever come online as a Sentinel himself.

Charles, a professor whose studies include the Sentinel-Guide gene, has been waiting a long time for his Sentinel to come online. But when he finally does, it seems he isn't interested in bonding....

A sense of worth by ximeria (part 1)

In a world where both sentinels and mutants are well known to the government, Charles enters a facility in order to find a mutant who needs his help.

He isn't expecting to find a guide who is compatible with himself. He isn't looking for one, damn it, and it will definitely make things more difficult, especially since he's not listed as a sentinel and Erik Lehnsherr killed his previous sentinel.

A sense of belonging by ximeria (part 2)

Erik likes his new home, but he knows he can't stay. He is so fucking damaged that even Charles Xavier, with all the patience in the world, doesn't want him around.

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Erik helping Charles with his telepathy

Promise me, promise me by awriting_ghost

Based on this prompt:

"Oh now I want fic where somehow Erik is there when the serum starts wearing off, and he panics because what’s happening to Charles, and he watches him break down, he finally understands."

Powers and Control by flightinflame

Hank and the others turn up at the Brotherhood, asking for Erik's help. They might hate him, but he is the only one who has a chance of rescuing Charles and bringing him home.

[snprblu72]

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🗺️🗺️🗺️🗺️🗺️

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"Obviously we’re getting married, but do you also want to mate whenever my next heat is?”

Eddie tensed a bit—another thing that he had not considered. There was going to be a whole list of those, he was sure.

A purr rumbled from Evan’s chest at the change in his fiance’s posture and scent. “It’s a while off still, Eddie. Nothing to panic over. We have months, at least, before it comes around again.”

“I thought you had heats twice a year?”

He shrugged as well as he could, not wanting to really move that much since he had gotten so comfortable. “It’s kind of like going through puberty. You know how your ruts were unpredictable for a couple of years?” At Eddie’s confirming nod against his hair, he continued, “Well, I only presented about a year ago. So far I’ve had two—my first one that showed I was an omega and one just a couple of months ago.”

“But, technically, you could have one next week.”

“Yeah, I could,” he admitted.

-🗺️-

“Well, now everyone thinks we have two dogs, if they can see into the backyard anyway. One of them might be nosy enough to try, but they don’t really share much of a boundary with us,” Eddie said, gesturing vaguely toward the corner opposite where they were standing. With how high the fence was and the fact that Eddie had a couple of fruit trees there, Buck could see why he would be confident in saying that they were unlikely to be able to tell. There was little in the way of area that they would be able to see through.

“Bear is very happy to play fetch, and Chris really seems to be having a good time with it.” He nodded back towards the house. “You want to go inside, and we can work a little bit more on getting you some filters instead of just shields?”

He sighed heavily. Almost whining, much like his spirit guide could, he asked, “Do we have to?”

“Well, no, of course not. But you really do need to learn how to do more than shield, Eddie. You don’t want to lose control.”

It took a long moment, but then he turned back to the house. “Fine. I don’t need to bring everybody around if I had an empathic event.”

Make Me Write

[kbirbpods]

[Podfic Link] | Length: 11 minutes, 26 seconds

Original Work: As A Set by @wanderingjedihistorian [ao3!]

Star Wars: Bail/Breha/Fox | Rating: Teen & Up Audiences

Summary: 

Cody had found his Guide in his Jedi. So had a few others. It was common enough now to not even garner much commentary in the GAR commander’s chat. Fox’s…situation though. That was different. And he was getting so much shit for it.

Notes: technically part 3 of wander's series but the first I podded from it, due to it being @polypodweek 2025!

the full series WILL eventually be podded, though, and I created a series to track there on ao3: Here Comes the Sun [PODFICS]

[bangtanagan]

to end up at the sea

minimoni + sentinel/guide au. 2.1k. for @/trueto7 on bluesky // bsky

He feels it like the last gasp before drowning, a black wave of water and a gut-clench panic. The nausea comes a heartbeat after, the thick claustrophobic misery of touch and too much, and he straightens up on instinct, elbow cracking into the side of his chair and sending sparks all the way up his arm to his littlest finger. He bites back a curse, cradling his elbow, and the panic gets heavier. Smothering.

“Jimin?” Next to him, Taehyung startles, pen drawing a thick line through his notes. The lecturer down in front keeps droning on, oblivious to the distraction in the back row of the lecture hall. Whatever he’s saying is lost on Jimin, in one ear and out the other. His attention is caught instead on the blackwater terror echoing around his head and between his ribs. It’s hard to breathe. “Jimin-ah?”

“I’m okay,” he says, remembering to whisper. It’s hard when all his attention is turned away from class to whoever it is in the building caught in this horrible feedback loop of overwhelming panic and sensation and pain. It’s hard to remember it’s not his hurt, not his fear. “I’m fine, I just—"

“What is it?”

Jimin takes a breath. Not his fear, he reminds himself, though it’s hard to believe that when his heart is rabbiting and the sensation of drowning is so close. Someone in the building, he thinks, and that—the reminder of space, of distance, of closeness and the world—helps a little. He takes another breath and lets the crash of overwhelmed wash over him and pass on. He knows how to do this.

“I gotta go.”

“Go where? What—"

“Just— Can you watch my stuff?”

Taehyung, bless him, doesn't hesitate to nod. “Yeah, of course. But why?“

“I just…” He’s never had to explain it before, not to someone who doesn't know already. He shakes his head. “I gotta check on someone.”

“Who? Jimin-ah—"

He stands, fingers still stinging, and squeezes Taehyung’s shoulder as he slips down the row of students, too distracted to offer more than a mumbled apology for knocked-over bags and unplugged chargers. Then he’s out of the hall and into the bright, hot lobby of the sciences building, and someone is—

Stop it, breathe, stop it, get it together—

Jimin takes another breath. He can do this. He can follow it, find them. Can’t help if he’s not there. He just needs whoever it is to hold on a little longer.

He takes another breath and closes his eyes, blocking out the sunlight streaming through the wide windows and the chatter of students cutting through the lobby and the buzz of the air conditioning, and focuses on the echo of feeling sluicing through him. Find the line, his mother always says, and Jimin has never entirely understood what she means by that. Right now, he understand perfectly.

He opens his eyes and follows his feet.

There’s a crowd waiting for the elevator so he forgoes it, shoving into the stairwell hard enough that the door clangs against the wall and thuds shut behind him. He doesn’t care; he’s already pushing himself upwards, feet slapping against concrete, breath coming short in a way that’s half exertion and half whoever is on the other end of the tether, reeling him in. It’s nothing like guiding his brother on the playground, or finding his dad across a crowded mall. There’s something urgent about this, a hook under his belly, and it drags him all the way up to the sixth floor labs.

He crashes out of the stairwell and pauses to gulp down air, pushing his hair out of his face. They’re nearby; he knows they're nearby. But this close, the fuzzy jumble of a spike is overwhelming—he feels it in his teeth and behind his eyes, and it makes the effort of pinpointing the source twice as difficult.

“Hey,” says a student coming out of a classroom, and Jimin has to blink twice to bring their face into focus. “You looking for somewhere?”

“No, um,” says Jimin. “No. Thanks though.”

“You alright?” asks the kid, but Jimin’s already moving, letting instinct guide him. Down one hall, past brimming classrooms, then down another full of offices, and around a corner—he’s always known the science building was a maze but this is ridiculous—and then he’s down a quieter, dimmer hall, where all the doors are marked with warnings and the lights are mostly off, and somewhere nearby is the sound of—

It’s not sobbing exactly, but it’s close. The too-harsh cut of heavy breathing, air scraping in and out. Jimin picks up the pace, shoes loud against the linoleum.

He almost misses him. He’s curled between some machine that looks like it's from the eighties and a cart full of dusty folding chairs, curled in his makeshift bolthole with his knees drawn up and hands over his ears, head bent low. The surging waves of panic and nausea and disgust crash over Jimin, endless. If this is how it feels to him, he can barely manage how it feels to the boy.

“Hey,” he says, modulating his voice quieter as he kneels down in front of him. His hands shake a little. He's never had to do this for a stranger. “Hey, can you hear me?”

He gets no response save for the same rasping wheeze. Jimin hesitates, then reaches out and touches the narrow sliver of skin peeking out between the boy’s sock and the cuff of his pants.

Immediately, everything gets worse.

For a moment, Jimin sinks in it, swallowed by the maelstrom of touch—shirt sharp-rough-tight, jacket claustrophobic, shoes leaden and crushing his feet. The wall is searing cold and the accidental brush of an elbow against the chair cart is the worst sort of shock, and all of it is endless, a sweeping wash of misery that crashes again, and again, and again. Jimin’s breath sticks in his throat, and his stomach turns over, and his head throbs.

But it’s not his. It’s not his skin, not his panic, not his hurt. He can turn it down. He knows how to turn it down.

His mother always talks about it like dials on the radio, tuning things to the perfect station between the static, but for Jimin it’s never been like that. Jimin’s always felt guiding like dancing—knowing the right distance to extend an arm, or the right amount of weight to put down. His mom says he must be very visual, but he thinks he must explain it badly because it’s not about what it looks like. It’s about how it feels. About making his body the right shape.

Only now it’s not his body, or his brother’s, or even his father. Right now, it’s this boy, coiled up in the hallway like the world itself is out to harm him.

He flinches when Jimin touches him, a new and miserable sensation, but Jimin eases it like a limb, takes the weight away. And then, slowly: the prickling shirt. The stifling jacket. The weight of shoes. He takes the slump of his back against the wall and makes it gentle, slow. Draws out the space between the boy’s elbow and the cart, marking the distance and its absence to make both simpler. Gentler. He choreographs kindness in each shifting sensation, until touch doesn't break or brand. Until the waves settle, and the boy’s breathing evens.

“Hey,” says Jimin again, and this time there’s a stirring of movement, of unwinding, in response. “Are you okay?”

The boy’s head lifts. He has a plain face, except for his sharp eyes, which are glossy with tears. The boy reaches as though to brush them away, then hesitates, then wipes them anyway. He seems almost startled by the ease of it. Jimin is still touching his ankle.

“You,” says the boy, voice rough, and then he clears his throat. When he speaks again, his voice is even and deep. “What did you do?”

“I turned it down.” Jimin’s never had to explain this to someone who doesn’t know before. “I— I felt you. I wanted to help.”

“Oh. Thank you.”

“Have you… Has that happened before?”

“It’s never been bad like that,” says the boy, rubbing at the back of his neck, a faint flush high on his cheeks. “Usually I can deal with it.”

Jimin watches his face shift as he speaks, then shift more as he falls silent, thinking. After a moment Jimin pulls his hand back, slow, and the boy flinches but doesn’t spike again.

“Do you know what it was?”

“I’ve read about it,” the boy says. “Spikes, I mean. I didn’t realize it would be like that.” He blinks and looks at Jimin with newfound attention, his gaze sharp and deep. “You stopped it.”

“I— Yeah.” There’s no point in lying. “It’s sort of what I do.” He doesn’t say that guiding for the boy, for this stranger, felt clearer and more important than it's ever felt with anyone else. “Park Jimin. Third year.”

He holds his hand out, and the boy eyes it warily for a moment before he takes it gingerly. Jimin adjusts his touch minutely, softening his grip, and watches the boy’s shoulders drop in relief.

“Kim Namjoon,” he returns. “Fourth year.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Namjoon-ssi.”

“You too, Jimin-ssi. Do you do this a lot?”

“Not really,” says Jimin, laughing a little at the improbability of it all. He’s still holding Namjoon’s hand, he realizes, but it’s sort of nice. He has a big hand, a sturdy grip now that he’s not afraid it’ll hurt. Jimin’s distantly proud of that, of being able to not-hurt. “Just my brother, usually. You were really loud.”

Namjoon winces and tugs his hand back. “Sorry.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that.“ He frowns, not sure exactly what he meant it like. “I’m glad I could help,” he settles on. “I mean, I’m sorry about whatever triggered it, but I’m really glad I could help.”

“It was just a bad day,” Namjoon shrugs. “Lab was bad. Makes things loud.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It's alright. I'm lucky you were here.”

“Yeah,” agrees Jimin, though he’s not sure luck was the only thing to do with it. His mom says, sometimes, that these skills have a sense of their own. Like they know when the right person is around. He swallows the thought down. “I’ve actually never met anyone else like me. Or, us I guess. I mean, here on campus.”

“My roommate does it a bit,” says Namjoon, which is a surprise. It must read on Jimin’s face, because he shrugs, looking embarrassed. “We figured it out when we both kind of set each other off.”

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense. You can get a kind of feedback loop sometimes, without a guide for balance.”

“You seem to know a lot about it.”

“Well.” Jimin shrugs, embarrassed. “My whole family is— I mean, we all do it a bit.”

“Oh. So then you know a lot. Maybe you could— only if you want of course—but maybe you could tell me more about it?”

“Yeah,” says Jimin. “Yeah it would be, y’know. Nice to talk about it with someone. If you want.”

“Yeah,” says Namjoon. “I think that would be nice. Maybe somewhere less cramped.”

“Oh,” says Jimin, realizing suddenly that they’re both still crouched on the dusty floor in some back hallway of the science building, and also he’s going to miss the end of his lecture. “Oh, right, yeah. I actually— I have to get back to class, but if you’re around later, we could maybe do coffee? Or, uh, some other beverage of your choosing?”

“Coffee is good,” says Namjoon with the start of a smile. “When are you done with class?”

“In, uh.” He checks his phone and winces. “Ten minutes.”

“I’ll meet you out front after?”

Jimin hesitates. “It won’t be too much? After, y’know.”

“I think I’m okay,” says Namjoon. He flexes his hands and rolls out his neck and gives Jimin a look that Jimin can't begin to read. “If not, I’ve got you, right?”

“Yeah,” Jimin agrees, face warm. He pushes himself to his feet and offers Namjoon a hand, helping him up. He’s tall, as it turns out. Has easily half a head on Jimin, and a dimpling smile, and a warm, firm grip, and in the touch of his skin he feels like the steady, even wash of the sea. Jimin holds on a little too long, and hopes Namjoon doesn’t notice. Namjoon squeezes his hand a little before he lets go, and Jimin thinks maybe he does notice, and that maybe also he doesn’t mind. “Yeah, you’ve got me.”

[marmarthehatterverse]

Another excerpt from my buddie fic. First chapter is now complete (review pending), but will not be posted until I feel like I have a solid buffer between me and any future writer's block I might get. So y'all'll just have to deal with random exerts until then... Sorry (kind of).

@steadfastsaturnsrings

The tackle and landing didn’t stun the sentinel for long. Within moments Buck was dealing with 320ish pounds of struggling sentinel. Ignoring Bobby’s sharp shout of his name, and Eddie’s warning one, Buck flips the sentinel to his stomach, sets a knee on his lower back, and grips his wrists in his hands to be pulled behind him. Just before Buck could finish securing impressively large arms at their owner's lower back, a fully feral growl rumbled from low in the other sentinel’s chest. God damn it.

Buck takes a fortifying breath, gives a concerned Bobby and a narrow eyed Eddie a weak smile (knows they can both read his expression even through the mask), and shifts from firefighter Buck, to sentinel Buck.

When a sentinel goes feral it’s like the human part goes offline, all that remains are the instincts. The enhanced senses tearing into their minds and painting monsters in everything around them. There’s no space for rational thought when you need to save yourself (and whatever you might be protecting) from any number of unknown monsters. Only bloodshed, only survival. Thankfully, while Buck might only be a little above the average size for a sentinel, he was well over average for everything else.

In his mindless need to escape/fight/survive, the larger sentinel rears up with his considerable strength, a hairs breadth from smashing Buck’s face with the back of his head. Regretfully, in avoiding that hit Buck has to let some of his weight off the body beneath him. That was all the space the other sentinel needed to twist out of Buck’s restraining hold and face him, body crouched low to the ground, coiled for motion, teeth bared, and growl rumbling.

With deliberately sedated motion, Buck matches the other sentinel, low growl of his own reverberating from his chest and vibrating the already precarious floor and walls.

Thing is, Buck has always been a particularly strong sentinel. Not just his physical strength, which was damn near off the charts, but in all other aspects, too. Most sentinels have some degree of enhanced senses, high protective instincts, and a natural talent for combat. What very few know about, and even less seen (let alone have), is body enhancement. A universe given talent to change how their bodies move for a limited amount of time. Dodge faster, hit harder, recover quicker. There’s a reason that Tsunami couldn’t keep Buck down.

[dark-elf-writes]

Whatever happened to BDSM AUs are they still a thing? Is that something I can write in the year of our lord 2024

[frownyalfred]

Have you thought about writing fics in sentinel and guide AU? Where they can have their own spirit animal as well and connected in the mind and like feel each other and like- so much more :000

I just did a quick search, and I’m shocked that there are only a handful of sentinel/guide fics for DC.

I’ve never written that trope before but I do enjoy reading it. I’ve never heard about the spirit animal thing before though.

[crimmsonflower]

I binged the manhwa for “S-Classes That I Raised” on webtoon and this is such a sentinel/guide coded story to me

that would work so well for a fic au waahhhhh ╥﹏╥

[alea-says]

To Be Known (in return) - McDanno Sentinel/Guide AU - Secret Santa Gift Fic

The first time Danny saw Steve - he knew the other man was his Guide. Which was a rather inconvenient realization to have while they were both pointing their guns at each other. For more than one reason. Firstly because, well, pointing their guns at at each other. Secondly because Danny doesn't need (doesn't deserve) a Guide. He knows how this goes - he knows what people say behind his back (how they seem to assume his lack of a guide means he can't hear them). He knows how this ends. So he says nothing.

H50 Secret Santa gift fic for @weresilver whose wants included:

McDanno

BAMF!Danny (of any variety)

Sentinel AU/Sentinel!Danny

Asexual character(s) (('Would you love to see ace McDanno fic?" The answer is a vehement yes XD))

(please note, you will need to be logged into the archive to read - because of all the AI bots I don't want to have access to my work. If you can't log-in for any reason and would like access, please let me know and I'll find a way to make it happen)

Also a massive thanks to @goneahead for organising the H50 Secret Santa. *hugs*

[satashiiwrites]

Wip whenever/snippet saturday

working on phoenix today….

tagging whoever wants to play along with no pressure @tkwritesdumbassassins @tiny-reader @rosieposiepuddingnpie @outtoshatter @monsterrae1 @harleyjquinwrites

Title: From Scorched Earth, a Phoenix Rises

Fandom: 911, Hawaii 5-0

Pairing: Buddie, McDanno, BuckTommy (breakup), minor Deacon/Hondo (SWAT, platonic) and Reyes Vidal/Scott Ryder (Mass Effect Andromeda)

Tags/warnings: (eventual) explicit sex, canon divergence from end of season 7, character bashing (Tommy Kinard, Helena Diaz), child abuse, canon typical violence, sentinel/guide AU, spirit animals, anchors, BuckTommy breakup (this fic is very not friendly to Tommy Kinard), first time, Bad Diaz Parents, minor pairings are used in place of OCs. First draft as this is a snippet

Summary: An anchor, however fragile, can keep even an offline sentinel from manifesting as long as it is maintained. When his anchor is removed, Eddie Diaz enters a deep zone.  Can Buck, a long unattached guide, save his best friend from slipping away?

“It’ll be easier if you’re touching me…”

Yeah right. Touching Buck is the biggest distraction at the moment. 

Buck’s everything is a distraction and Eddie cannot focus so he lets Buck manhandle him into whatever position suits him—which is standing flat footed with his back to Buck’s chest, Buck’s arms wrapped around him and surrounding Eddie in a hug, large hand open and pressed against Eddie’s abdomen, sneaking underneath his shirt so the heat of Buck’s palms feel like a brand on Eddie’s skin. 

“Easy, Eds,” Buck’s words spoken directly into his ear has Eddie shivering as Buck’s arms tighten around him, the sides of their faces pressed together so he can feel the rough unshaven surface of Buck’s cheek brushing against his. 

His knees threaten to buckle as Buck croons softly, a whole body shudder travels from Eddie’s head to his unclad toes, sensitizing each nerve along the way. 

Buck.  

Dios. 

The tent in Eddie’s pants is embarrassing. All Buck is doing is holding him but Eddie is attuned to each and every twitch Buck makes. The fact that Buck’s thumb is flicking in and out of his belly Button with each inhale is maddening. 

“Focus on my voice.  Block out everything else,” Buck instructs and Eddie struggles to obey. 

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