#sentinels and guides are known

[alea-says]

H50 / Sentinel fic - first chapter posted

[thereadersmuse]

He'd only just shoved a mint in his gob when the elevator dinged. Fifth floor.

*Also posted on ff.net.

* Part II of the “Tethered and Tight” series.

[hawnks]

Takami Keigo doesn't want to see you.

Of course, he's too well trained to say it in so many words, but when he 'forgets' his session this afternoon, you get the message.

Unfortunately for him, you're stubborn. You show up at his apartment in the dormitories, ring his bell until your fingers numb.

Only then does he crack open the door, just enough for you to catch his forbidding smile, a caustic gleam to his eyes. "What can I help you with, this fine evening?"

"You missed our appointment," you say pleasantly. "This is the third time."

"Oh, must have just slipped my mind," he says with a dismissive little wave. "I'll catch you next time."

The door slams in your face.

Being so curtly dismissed by a top ranking officer should probably send you into a panic, but the stats you pulled up for him after his no-show are even more concerning. This is quickly turning into an emergency, and unfortunately it's your job on the line if he succumbs to corruption.

Who would blame the second most powerful Sentinel alive, when there's a feckless guide as a scapegoat.

"I'm going to ring the bell again," you say, loudly.

After a moment of silence, you think he must not have heard you.

Then the door swings open. "Fine," he snaps.

You follow him to the living room, watch as he drops himself on the couch with a sigh, eyes squeezed shut.

You'd never known guiding to be this much of a chore for Sentinels. Most of your roster is rather clingy and covetous of your time. None of them has ever been late to an appointment with you.

"Well?" he prods. "Get on with it."

You hesitate. The tension he seems to be holding will make this a lot more difficult, strenuous for you both. "Do you maybe want to talk for a bit? Or I could put on some white noise."

He opens his eyes just enough to give you a cutting look. "No."

You surrender with a sigh, coming to sit next to him on the couch. Every Sentinel prefers contact a different way; some want you to hug them, pet their hair, a few have even asked you to kiss them, fuck them, though you've never fulfilled that type of request, your boundaries in this job too firm for it.

You want to ask him what would make this easier for him, but you're sure waiting any longer will only set him off. So, delicately, you take his hand.

The first draw is always the hardest, the corrupt energy being nullified by your own. Some outside force reaching in, invasive despite the relief.

Takami flinches.

You go slower, a soft steady ebb, pulling the poison from him in silken thread.

His hand relaxes in yours.

You reach deeper, welcoming the full flood between you, warmth and light suffusing you both. And it feels how it's supposed to -- natural.

When your watch chimes, signaling the sessions end, Takami blinks out of his stupor. He'd melted during the thirty minutes you worked on him, body curled toward yours, face falling onto your shoulder.

He pulls away swiftly, shocked by his own willingness to lean on you.

You rise, marking off the details of your appointment on your tablet. "I can come back tomorrow, to finish up. You haven't been guided in a long time, so I couldn't get it all in one session. Does 2pm work for you?"

He's not prepared for the question. "Um. Yeah?"

You mark that down as well, then see yourself out.

It takes three more sessions for you to fully clear the corrupted energy from his body. In his haze he admits to you the reason he's so standoffish to Guides, why he dodges his sessions with such fervor.

"It's never felt good. Always felt like I'm being held down, trapped. Made me feel antsy, nervous." He buries his face against your throat, inhaling deeply. You'd started off just holding his hand again, but now he hugs your entire arm against his chest, your fingers twined. "It's not like that with you."

"I'm glad, Mr. Takami," you return. "Please don't ignore my emails from now on."

As you make your notes, you ask him his availability for next month.

He blinks at you. "You're not coming back tomorrow?"

You check your calendar. You'd had to push back several of your regular appointments to make room for the past few days. "I'm booked solid for the next two weeks, at least."

You glance at him, taking in his appearance, his general well being. You reach a hand out to cup his cheek, urging him to meet your eyes. He startles, first, before leaning into your touch.

"You seem fine," you decide, pulling away, already heading for the door. "I'll contact you later about our next session."

He trails after you, linger at the precipice as you take the elevator back down to your floor.

...

He never ignores you emails, after that.

In fact, he sends many of his own. He gets your phone number, somehow. Some days he shows up with coffee, or snacks, sits with you on the couch while you eat.

He's always touching you during those times, brushing hair behind your ears or straightening your shirt collar. Mostly he just holds your hand, playing with your fingers or clutching it in his own lap.

You don't guide him during any of these impromptu visits, too weary from the rest of your overfull schedule -- but you've heard of this type of attachment from other Guides.

Sentinels tend to imprint on guides they have a decent connection with. Part survival instinct, part status seeking. A Sentinel without a guide is doomed. A Sentinel with a high match-rate is likely to be stronger than their peers.

But that's the thing about un-bonded Sentinels, they're always on the lookout for a better Guide, their perfect mate.

Takami is overly attached to you now, but it will pass.

...

Or so you thought.

You're sent out into the aftermath of a battle that rocks the city. Dozens of Sentinels pushed themselves to the breaking point, on the brink of corruption, about to turn into the very monsters they fight to suppress.

You spot Takami in the midst of the wreckage. Exhausted, but giving you a shakey smile when your eyes meet. He limps toward you, so glad to see you, so ready for the safety and warmth of your arms--

Someone calls your name. Urgent, an emergency. Another Sentinel with no one to take care of them.

You turn away from Takami, and you go.

He'd fought hard, but his body has grown used to the abuse over the years. He's in bad shape, but it's not life-threatening like some of the others you help today.

It's hours before you can see him.

Slumped on a curb, hands folded neatly in his lap. Like he's been waiting so patiently for you this whole time.

You come to your knees before him, letting him take your hands, draw you closer. "Why didn't you go to another Guide?"

Surely he could have found someone else, despite the chaos of the scene. If not you, one of the high ranking Guides, slotted exclusively for S-rank Sentinels.

He looks at you, trembling, confused. "I don't want another Guide."

When he asks if you'll hold him, you do. You take him in your arms, let his weight settle on you. Feel his warmth all around you, his breath against your shoulder.

"And I don't want you to guide anyone else," he murmurs.

You stroke his nape. "I know. I'm sorry. You'll find your Guide soon enough, and then you can have each other all to yourselves."

His grip tightens. He braces you against him -- instead of a heady tightness, you're constricted.

"I already found my Guide," he whispers into your throat.

Then he bites.

[dreamlovetarot]

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Welcome, 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝐷𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑤𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑟,

as we embark upon a journey through the veils of time. In this celestial reading, we shall unveil the whispers of what your destined beloved shall hold most dear in you. Embrace this ethereal dance with an open heart, and may the stars above sprinkle their magic upon your path.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒚 ⁓

Enchanting Disclaimer: Let it be known that Tarot's realm, found within these pages, is one of whimsical entertainment. What transpires is my personal interpretation, a delicate thread weaving through the cards' tapestry. Each portrayal, though bathed in speculation, seeks to capture your imagination. As you tread the starlit path of this reading, the harmony between your heart's song and its melodies shall guide you. Tarot's allure, an ethereal waltz, rests upon the tendrils of choice, where your intuition casts its own spell.

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 01

The cards of your destiny: 7 of cups, child: orphan, the sentinel, the twins

Within the realm of your being, an enchanting tapestry unfolds. Your future spouse is drawn to the radiance of your imaginative spirit, finding allure in the way you perceive the world. Your ability to discern opportunity in even the most intricate patterns of life, and your unwavering understanding of choice, create a symphony of admiration.

Your essence weaves dreams into reality, infusing purpose into each step you take. There's a delicate magic in your willingness to dream without restraint, to paint your life with the hues of possibility. This mystical aura you carry isn't tinged with negativity, but rather a sparkling optimism that kindles fascination.

Yet, beyond the ephemeral, your independence shines like a distant star, guiding you to gather knowledge on your own terms. You're a self-sufficient learner, a wanderer across the cosmos of wisdom, and your partner cherishes this self-reliance.

In your stride, your beloved sees a warrior spirit. Your unwavering faith in yourself and your capacity to conquer any challenge bestows you with an aura of courage and resolve. This inner certainty sets you on a path of endless possibilities, a journey your partner deeply admires.

The Twins card whispers of your multi-dimensional nature. You're a puzzle with pieces that delightfully don't always fit together. Your unpredictability paints your journey with intrigue, offering a constant sense of discovery to your partner's heart.

This fusion of dreaminess and autonomy creates a unique alchemy. You master the art of emotional balance, a dance between grounding and flight. Your independence is the armor that shields you, and your dreams are the wings that let you soar.

In this cosmic dance, you embody a spectrum of hues, and your beloved admires everything about your essence, encompassing green, beige, and even the occasional red flag. You are an enigma with layers that continue to captivate. As you navigate your journey, remember the charm that emanates from your fusion of dreams and self-reliance, as it is casting a spell that keeps your partner forever captivated.

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃𝑖𝑙𝑒 02

The cards of your destiny: the moon, angel, the aspirant, the runaway

In the tapestry of your future, your beloved finds fascination in your intuitive nature and your profound self-awareness. Your thoughts, akin to twinkling stars, intrigue their curiosity. They are drawn to your emotional transparency, where you fearlessly share your worries and anxieties, offering a glimpse into the depths of your soul.

What truly enchants your future partner is your selflessness, a trait that shines with a brilliance of its own. Your willingness to extend your help without seeking anything in return casts a radiant glow upon your being. You embody a magical essence that radiates empathy and compassion, pulling them into your orbit.

But you're more than an angelic presence; you're a dreamer with aspirations that stretch toward the cosmos. Your ambition and tenacity in pursuing your dreams are evident. Even in the face of challenges, you approach them with open dialogue and a spirit that marches forward undeterred.

The Runaway card, cloaked in mystery, adds a layer of intrigue to your essence. While you're resolute in facing difficulties, there's also a yearning for personal freedom. Your desire to keep certain parts of yourself hidden imparts an air of enigma. This doesn't hinder your ability to connect; rather, it adds a layer of complexity that draws others in.

In your journey, you may momentarily retreat from challenges, but your determination never wavers. Your reliability shines through, especially in supporting others through their tribulations. Your partner is captivated by the unique harmony you embody, a symphony of strength, compassion, and an alluring aura that casts a spell upon their heart

꒰ 🪼 ꒱ؘ ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ𝑃����𝑙𝑒 03

The cards of your destiny: ace of wands, warrior, the heir, the enchanter

Within the enchanting dance of your destined union, your future partner is captivated by the radiant bloom of your creativity. You are a wellspring of inspiration, a vessel brimming with untold possibilities. Like a star yearning to blaze brighter, you embrace growth and new horizons, ensuring that every moment shared is a tapestry of exploration.

In your presence, the strength of galaxies twinkles. Your spouse admires your unwavering fortitude and adeptness, where discipline and unyielding determination harmonize effortlessly. An aura of power surrounds you, untainted by the trappings of ego, allowing you to navigate both your internal landscape and external connections with an elegant grace.

Your self-awareness casts a gentle glow, illuminating both your strengths and vulnerabilities. The Heir card alludes to concealed potential, a treasure trove of abilities awaiting discovery even by you. This interplay between modesty and untapped gifts weaves an enchanting allure that draws your partner closer.

Occasionally, hesitation may cast its delicate shadow upon you. Doubts may cloud your perception of your talents, questioning whether you truly measure up or possess the necessary capability. This humility, coupled with a touch of uncertainty, forms an irresistible magnetism that pulls your partner into your orbit.

In your essence resides the art of transformation, a symphony of alchemy. Your mastery lies in transmuting the mundane into the extraordinary, crafting new dimensions from the threads of everyday life. This isn't manipulation in the conventional sense, but a kind of enchantment that breathes fresh life into situations, relationships, and your artistic pursuits.

Be it as a designer, an artist, or a weaver of light, your innate talent to manipulate and shape scenes entrances your future partner. They're captivated by your ability to reshape perspectives, inviting others to see the world anew through your unique vision.

In their eyes, you shine like constellations in the velvet sky, a mosaic of brilliance. Your creativity, your potential, and your artistic flair are celebrated and cherished. They stand as your most ardent supporter, unwavering in their belief in you. In their gaze, your essence swirls like stardust, a mesmerizing fusion of potential and artistic magic.

© dreamlovetarot 2023 — where every right is held in delicate embrace 🤍 I kindly ask you not to appropriate, replicate, alter, or disseminate my ethereal content.

[ohmenai]

Red Thong Dynamics.

Oh Men… I found myself wandering along the sun-drenched expanse of Peachy Beach, captivated by the wild beauty that unfolded with every step. The soft, golden sand beneath my feet felt like warm velvet as I approached a scene that seemed to shimmer with raw intensity, beckoning me closer. The OhMenFlex hung comfortably around my neck, ready to capture the kind of breathtaking moments that only the Manailands could provide.

The Panteras Negras were known for their mesmerizing presence—beefy and muscled, with skin so deep it seemed to absorb the sun’s rays. They were the kind of men that turned heads and made hearts race with just a glance. As I set my focus, the tantalizing trio came into view, clad in nothing but red thongs that accentuated their every curve and bulge. They were a force of nature, a seductive whirlwind of masculinity and allure.

The air was thick with the scent of sea salt and sweat as two of the men stood like dark, powerful sentinels on the sand, their large, toned legs planted firmly, displaying tan lines that drew the eye along the length of their sculpted physiques. The third man, kneeling between them, was a sight to behold—a symphony of erotic submission and fervor.

His lips were wrapped around the monstrous girth of the man on the right, whose thong had been provocatively lowered to his thighs, leaving a mark on his skin—a skindentation that was both a sign of restraint and impending release. The cock, as dark and imposing as a night without stars, plunged into the kneeling man’s throat with relentless precision, saliva glistening as it spilled over his lips, testament to the overwhelming endeavor he undertook.

The man on the left had one hand cradling the face of their willing accomplice, guiding him with a firm yet gentle insistence, each thrust a demonstration of unspoken camaraderie and raw desire. It was as though they moved to the rhythm of some ancient, primal dance, and I, the voyeuristic conductor, orchestrated each moment with the OhMenFlex. With a low aperture setting, I captured every detail—the glistening drool, the tensed muscles, the way the kneeling man’s eyes fluttered closed in utter devotion.

As the scene unfolded, the energy on the beach seemed to shift, the air vibrating with the anticipation of release. Each powerful thrust was met with a willing swallow, the kneeling man embracing the enormity of the task before him, his own red thong a vivid contrast against his deep skin. The drool that cascaded from his lips glistened like diamonds in the afternoon sun, a testament to the depth of his submission.

The moment was electric, an unbridled display of passion and power that left an indelible mark on the sands of Peachy Beach. As I stepped back, lowering the OhMenFlex, I realized that I had been privy to something more than just a scene of erotic indulgence. It was a celebration of male desire and connection, a living, breathing testament to the untamed spirit of the Manailands.

I packed away my camera, my mind already wandering to the possibilities of what the night might hold for them. Perhaps this was merely the opening act of an ongoing story, one that I might be lucky enough to witness again.

[clockwayswrites]

Hollowing Bones - Snippet 2

"He killed you!" Danny screamed. Ice climbed up his fists and arms and chest- frosting in delicate curls around his neck like his own cold was choking him.

"I know."

"He-"

Jason wrapped Danny up in his arms, pulling him close despite the chill that bit at bare skin. "I know."

Danny sank into the hold, tremors wracking through his too fragile seeming frame. Jason just pulled him tighter. He clung to Danny just as much as he tried to push down his own terror from the lingering nightmare. Tried not to feed into the dangerous feedback loop of fear that sang across their fledgling bond.

Someone guided them towards the family room, past the family members guarding sentinel in the hallway and bedroom doors. Bruce, Jason thought, but it was Dick who helped them settle on the couch and stayed close enough for Jason to touch. He knew that the rest of his family would be near too. Damian and Cass would be watching guarding the windows and doors. Duke would be bouncing, nervously between the den and the kitchen where Alfred would be putting Tim and Steph to work preparing warm tea and comforting food.

Jason closed his eyes to the large hand running through his hair and took a shuttering breath.

His family was here, he didn’t have to worry. So he let himself drift, just for a little, knowing that they would keep him— keep them both— anchored to come back to. By the time he did, everyone was settled, scattered throughout the room. Cups of tea were clutched tight in desperate fingers, trying and failing to sooth worried eyes.

His own fingers were trailing through Danny’s hair where the other had his head resting against Jason’s chest. He scratched light where the hair met the nape of Danny’s neck and got a rumbled hum in response.

Softly, calmly (too calmly), Jason asked, "How did you die?"

The room froze in the way that only a room full of Bats could. They had known Danny was tied to death. Constantine had called him a Death Mage and a psychopomp and a Speaker. They hadn’t thought about the implications of what that must have meant.

Now they couldn’t think of anything else.

[batneko]

it occurred to me that bowuigi would make for really good sentinel-and-guide AUs

(for those who don't know, The Sentinel was a 90's show about a guy with heightened senses and protective instincts, which make him a natural defender of humanity but can also be overwhelming. His nerdy partner who provided most of the exposition was eventually revealed to be a "guide" who has the power to soothe and support him. It had an extremely dedicated fandom and robust shipping community, which led to Sentinel AUs being super popular until A/B/O AUs eventually eclipsed them.

The basics are: Character A has super-senses and tends to be protective and territorial, but they have panic attacks/migraines/whatever because of their powers. Character B is a calming presence and often feels compelled to help Character A despite any personal differences they might have. It's important to note that the connection between sentinels and guides is not inherently sexual, though there's a lot of touching involved so if there's any attraction at all between the characters it can get awkward. Usually in the AU sentinel and guide powers are Known Abilities with support systems and sometimes even a matchmaking service in place, despite it being rare and unknown in the show.)

So for the obvious version we've got Sentinel Bowser and Guide Luigi. Bowser is an extremely powerful sentinel which means very few people can challenge him, but his instincts have driven him to conquer more and more territory over the years and he's starting to feel stretched thin. He's had guide partners before but his personality problems drive them away before too long, so he keeps a few in rotation and tries not to get attached.

He "fell in love" with Peach because her guide abilities are so strong he feels comfortable around her without either of them even trying. And since he only tends to see Luigi when Peach is also there (either kidnapped or at a group event) he doesn't notice that Luigi is a guide at all for a long time.

Until one day he has an attack in public, and since he's likely to lash out in that condition everyone keeps their distance - except Luigi. Who rushes to his side and holds his hand and rubs his brow until Bowser is able to come back to himself.

Bowser is stunned that someone he thought of as an enemy would help him so easily, as if it's the obvious thing to do. But he's also embarrassed that Mario's brother of all people had to take care of him in such a vulnerable position. He gets it into his head that the only way to save face here is if he acts like it's not embarrassing at all and that now he wants Luigi to be his full time guide partner.

This is definitely going to go great!

And then the reverse, Sentinel Luigi and Guide Bowser. Mario and Luigi are both sentinels, but they're so used to relying on and covering for each other that neither of them has ever needed a guide... Or at least they've convinced themselves they don't need one, until they're both falling at Princess Peach's feet as all the tension they've built up over the years drains away all at once.

Pretty soon it becomes clear that Peach and Mario have a connection that Peach and Luigi don't, and Luigi makes excuses to leave the two of them alone as often as he can. Which leaves him both without a guide and without his partner, putting up with all the stress and sensory stimulation on his own. He handled it before, right? He can handle it now.

Then he (literally) runs into Bowser and, just like with Peach, collapses to his knees at the sudden rush of relief. Bowser is like "not that I don't enjoy this kind of thing, but what the hell?" before he senses Luigi's distress and realizes he's a sentinel. It makes sense given how strong the brothers are, but he'd never really thought about how that kind of thing works for humans.

And, though he tells himself he shouldn't care if Luigi is struggling or not, he's not entirely heartless. Bowser scoops Luigi off the floor and lets him spend the rest of the day with him, eventually saying he's doing it because it'll be funny to have Luigi owe him a favor.

Luigi says okay. Bowser is baffled by how quickly he agreed. Either he was really really suffering, or he's so nice of a guy that he doesn't even fathom how easily Bowser can take advantage of him.

Well, it's not like it costs Bowser anything to keep him around. And it does actually feel good to be a guide instead of a king for once. Bowser decides to keep racking up "favors" until he thinks of the best way to use them, probably against Mario, or maybe to get into the Mushroom Kingdom.

Sure, once he gets that payoff Luigi will probably never forgive him and never want to see him again, but it'll be worth it... right?

[fearlessjones]

Current me is laughing uncontrollably alongside a past me who never thought fanfic could get harder to explain than Sentinel/Guide AU. 😂

[lexirosewrites]

You asked for more about S/G and I don’t want to do my homework. So let’s go.

The version of sentinels that shows up the most in fic - no idea if it’s accurate to the original source - is that sentinels have low key super powers, faster reactions, better senses, stronger, and a very very strong protective instinct. The other side of the coin is that they can zone and get stuck in a sense. What counts as a sense varies, but my faves are when they basically get so fixated on something they get a little feral, increasingly freaking out, and then they drop into a zone, and dissociate into their own mind.

It’s dangerous for them because they have a really hard time getting out on their own. So starvation, etc is a risk. Sentinels also get a reputation as dangerous because if something does set them off, they’re likely to hurt someone, whether the threat was real or not because they’re generally stuck in an Always On state.

Other side of this is Guides. They’re supposed to be the calming anchor for sentinels. Literally the one to Guide them out of a zone, or guide them when they need to go into a serious crisis. Depending who writes it, guides are just a helping hand for sentinels, or they can very mildly effect everyone, diffusing situations and having a really good sense of emotions and danger. I’ve also seen where the Sentinel can pull energy out of their guide to win a fight when things get really bad.

There’s also a thing where they aren’t quite soulmates, but there are pairs who are much much better matches and work better together.

As for the known/unknown divide. If it’s a world where S/G are known, then society has all those expectations, you watch kids, especially kids of lineages, for indication of being one. Or, they’re known but only show up when needed. Which puts them somewhere in the mythical category. Third option is that society has no idea about these guys at all and only secret societies know.

You can see how it stacks on Omegaverse right? And how the assumption would be that alphas are sentinels?

So in a combo situation for Steddie, I’d go with a society that doesn’t really call them Sentinels and Guides, considers that a fairytale, but does know that sometimes there are alphas who are More Alpha, and omegas who are More Omega. Because the correlation for that kind of combo is the most likely.

The lineages are suuuper long, like, two or three generations between Sentinels or Guides showing up is fast. The lineage carries the potential though, if you have the right set of genes it’s a really mild effect, but if the right kind of stresses hit you at the right time, it can activate you.

Now then. Steddie. They’re not the right combination. They’re the kind that just makes them weird.

Steve is an omega, but is more aggressive in his protective nature than others. He’s always been able to push around the alphas, but he’s also a bit beloved in school because hes an absolute bitch and ruins the social life of anyone he decides has hurt someone. (This means he’s basically blind to how Tommy and Carol treat others, or he believes the stories they tell him)

Eddie is an alpha but has always been too soft, too caring, too worried about how others feel. His dad hates him for it. Eddie gets activated wayyyy too young, like, 8 or 9, when his mom has a breakdown and Eddie desperately needs to fix it. When he moves in with Wayne and is at Hawkins schools all the time, he doesn’t know why he’s obsessed with Harrington, and hates how confused he feels about him. Like he’s supposed to be his alpha and protect him, but also like he should let Steve take the lead. So. He stays the hell away from him.

Steve wouldn’t notice Eddie at all. He’s just that weird kid with his cluster of weirdos. Steve doesn’t activate until the demogorgon. He’s felt off, all twitchy and paranoid since Barb, the first time the monster got close enough to ping his latent senses, but it’s not until he sees the Demogorgon, until he runs, that he activates. He’s at his car, and his alpha Nancy told him to leave, and his entire world shifts. No idea what’s happening, but he has to go back and keep them safe, he has to fight that thing.

That’s as much contact for a stack as I have for you. You can totally think it should be a different set up or situation. Or hate it entirely. But I like the way it makes both Steve and Eddie wrong according to their designation and the way they’d be all kinds of confused about each other.

oooh okay yeah this makes more sense now. i love learning about different AUs that i have no experience with because they’re always so creative and complex.

and of course steddie are the wrong kinds and subsequently make a mess of things! are they really steddie if things are easy for them?😭

[cynicalrosebud]

Echoes of Duty (COD Sentinel AU) - Chp 1

Summary: In a world where Sentinels rely on their Guides to balance their heightened senses, it’s unheard of for one Guide to bond with more than one Sentinel. That is, until Y/n. Task Force 141’s bond with her isn’t just unusual—it’s unprecedented. But as their missions grow more dangerous, so does the bond they share.

Echoes of Duty Masterlist

Sentinel!Task Force 141 x fem!Guide!Reader

Warnings: Discrimination and canon-typical violence

The world of Sentinels and Guides had always operated within a strict system, especially in the military. A Guide’s primary role was to stabilize one Sentinel at a time, to bond with them in a way that allowed their heightened senses to function without breaking them. That was how it was supposed to work.

Y/n had been without a Sentinel for a long time. After leaving her former post, she had grown used to a life of solitude, working quietly behind the scenes for the military, offering her skills when needed but never getting close enough to bond again.

That changed the day she was called into an emergency meeting with Captain John Price.

The base was buzzing with quiet tension. Y/n could feel it the moment she stepped into the room, the weight of chaos pressing against her. Sentinels were trained to handle intense situations, but the four men standing in front of her were visibly strained, their senses threatening to spiral out of control. She had heard of Task Force 141—a covert team known for its dangerous missions—but seeing them like this was different.

“Thank you for coming, Guide Y/n.” Laswell greeted her with a nod, but her expression was tight, as if holding back worry.

Y/n’s gaze shifted to Price, who stood in the center, his face a mask of calm that barely concealed his discomfort. His senses were on high alert, but it was clear he was keeping himself together, likely for the sake of the others. Next to him was a tall, silent man in a skull mask—Ghost, she remembered from the brief files she had been given. He looked composed but rigid, as if any moment could push him over the edge.

Two others stood nearby—one with short, cropped hair and an expression that flickered between irritation and pain, and another with a ruffled mohawk who was pacing restlessly. Sergeants Garrick and MacTavish.

“Captain Price,” Y/n began cautiously, feeling the intense pressure of their combined senses even from across the room that had begun rolling into a headache at the base of her skull. “I was told you needed assistance.”

Price nodded, his voice gravelly. “We had a mission that went sideways. Our usual Guide didn’t make it, and we’ve been running ops without support since. But we’re starting to burn out.”

Y/n winced in sympathy. It was already rare enough for a squad to operate with more than one Sentinel, let alone four. Without a Guide to help manage the sensory overloads, it was a ticking time bomb.

“How have you been managing?” she asked, looking between them, though not really needing an answer. The air around them felt heavy, like too many frequencies clashing against each other. Soap was rubbing his temples, and Gaz seemed to be trying to tune out the world around him, though his twitching hands gave away how on edge he was.

“We haven’t,” Soap muttered.

Ghost’s voice was a low rumble as he crossed his arms. “We’re doin’ what we can. But it’s startin’ to show.”

Y/n could feel it. The sharp prickle of overstimulation, like static filling the air. They had been fighting it off, pushing themselves through missions without support, and it was wearing them down.

“I’ll need to assess each of you,” she said, her tone steady as she approached them.

Soap raised an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on his lips despite the tension. “Assess, huh? This is gonna be fun.”

But the moment Y/n reached out, the shift in the air was palpable. She didn’t even need to make contact to sense the overwhelming bond already forming between them. It was unlike anything she had ever felt before. A connection sparked not just with one of them, but all four. It was as if each of their senses reached out for her at the same time, an instinctive pull for stability.

“What the hell…” Y/n whispered under her breath, stumbling back slightly. She had dealt with powerful Sentinels before, but this was different. The bond—no, the bonds—between them were instantaneous, like four currents merging into one, seeking her as their anchor.

Price was the first to notice her reaction, his brows furrowing. “What’s wrong?”

Y/n’s heart raced as she struggled to explain. “You—this isn’t possible.”

Guides were never meant to bond with more than one Sentinel at a time. The energy required to stabilize even one heightened set of senses was immense. To bond with all four? That had never happened before.

“You’re all connected to me,” she said, her voice low and uncertain, as she glanced at each of them. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”

Price’s eyes darkened, his mind already working through the implications. “And?”

“And... it means I might be able to help. But this bond—it’s stronger than anything I’ve felt before. I don’t know how stable it is.”

Soap smirked again, though it lacked his usual cockiness. “So, we’re your first, then? Lucky us.”

Gaz, finally speaking up, crossed his arms. “You’ve handled Sentinels before, haven’t you?”

“Of course I have,” Y/n replied, meeting his gaze. “But never like this. You’re all—”

“Linked to you,” Ghost finished, his voice a deep rumble. He was calm, but his focus was entirely on her, sensing the way her presence grounded him.

Price exchanged glances with the others before turning back to Y/n. “Can you help us or not?”

Y/n took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm her racing mind. “I can help. But we’re going to have to figure this out as we go. You’ll need to trust me.”

Soap chuckled softly. “We’ll manage. Seems like we’ve got no other choice, eh?”

Y/n smiled faintly, the weight of what was happening sinking in. “It’s not just you who needs to trust me. I’ll have to trust you too.”

[callimara]

WILDWARD: About & Master Post

About

Wildward is an original “magical girl” story by callimara loosely inspired by the show Miraculous Ladybug and Tokyo Mew Mew. However, unlike traditional ‘magical girl’ stories which focuses on the school-age experience, Wildward follows a cast of original characters in their young adulthood and the responsibilities that come with it. Being independent and trying to make ends meet is difficult enough, but their lives only become more complicated when they stumble upon mysterious jewellery that unleashes their wild side and transforms them into demigods! But just like everything else in the grown-up world, their newfound abilities come with a price. Now they must face mysterious and terrifying beasts from other dimensions that are even wilder than they are. Can they protect humanity from this extradimensional threat? Or will they succumb to their own primal urges?

Power System

In this world, exists 8 legendary artifacts known as Aegises, which are magical accessories inhabited by mythical beings called Sentinels. The Sentinels are capable of bestowing those in possession of their Aegis with supernatural abilities. The Sentinels primarily reside inside of their aegis until they are called upon by their wielder, at which point, they will leave their aegis and possess the wielder as their new vessel: granting them power. When they manifest outside of their aegis – often to act as a guide to their wielders - the Sentinels take on the form of the first creature they possessed, and are only visible to their wielders. When possessed by a Sentinel, their vessels develop the physical attributes of their Sentinels, such as wings, claws, and fangs. Aegis wielders also become more in tune with their survival instincts, gaining superhuman reflexes, stamina, speed, strength, sight, vision, and smell. Their transformed appearance follows the user’s preferences, however Aegis weapons are based on the individual wielder’s strengths and skills, allowing users of the same Aegis to wield different weapons, as well as a sub-weapon. This transformed state acts as an armor, giving them invincibility over normal weapons, increasing their physical durability and suppressing their pain perception, allowing them to survive fatal and/or immobilizing injuries. Only Aegis wielders (or those of a similar nature) are capable of injuring other Aegis wielders. Each Aegis has a limit to the amount of damage their transformed states can sustain: some being higher than others. If the sustained damage remains within these limits, all injuries disappear once the wielder de-transforms. However, if this limit is breached, the injuries they sustained may transfer to their normal bodies when they de-transform. The Aegis function by tapping into its wielder’s energy. Hence, the wielder’s bodies are forced to increase metabolism and produce more energy to keep up with the demand: similar to aerobic exercise. The longer they remain transformed, the further their bodies are pushed to exhaustion. The length of time that wielders are able to remain transformed depends solely on their physical fitness. Because of this, the Aegis wielders must also train their normal bodies, build fitness and endurance to remain transformed for longer. When transformed, their Aegis has the power to make it so that it would be impossible for someone to recognize their wielder, even with the assistance of psychic powers or DNA sampling. Each Aegis also possesses an activation and deactivation phrase, as well as a special power.

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(Updated 16th January 2024)

[alea-says]

H50 / Sentinel crossover teaser...

Posting this to try and encourage myself to focus on writing it this week.

Set during H50 1x16, in a Sentinels and Guides are known AU.

“Steve.” Danny’s voice cracked as it came through the phone speaker – cracked in a way Steve had never heard before. Vine-rope wrapped around his arm and waist, log half-way hauled up into the air, ready to set a trap for those hunting their witness, and suddenly Steve could barely focus on what was right before him.

His ears strained, hearing starting to dial up in response to his partner’s distress. Ruthlessly, Steve grabbed hold of his dials, holding them steady. He would never have made it as an active duty military Sentinel if he couldn’t hold his own dials steady.

Most people thought Sentinels needed Guides. And, for the most part, most people were correct. But – if one happened to be a Sentinel without a Guide, and one was willing to quash their Sentinel senses into submission… well, one could be a Sentinel without exactly being a Sentinel.

All the genes that gave them the extra-sensory abilities, but none of the benefits. Because, as soon as those senses expanded, as soon as they pushed too far, without a Guide – well, that’s when they became useless.

And if there was one thing Steve hated to be, it was useless.

The Navy had taught him well when it came to self-discipline. And Steve had taken all those lessons and honed them into a rigid self-control that allowed him to keep his mind, keep his senses. It meant he never got to stretch his senses out the way other Sentinels did. Meant he basically held himself back from ever using his gifts.

But, if that kept Steve from zoning out and putting his team in danger, well, he was willing to make that sacrifice.

If he’d had a Guide, things would be different. But the Navy had never been able to find a Guide for him. Not one who could keep up – either with his Sentinel or his SEAL self. So Steve had long ago determined that whatever Guide there may have been for him had died and so he just had to make do on his own.

And that was okay. So Steve wasn’t running around using his senses the way they sometimes desperately itched to be used, but he also wasn’t sitting catatonic in some S&G Hospital wing, so he figured that was all right.

Besides, it wasn’t like Steve needed his senses in order to be the best at what he did. The very fact that he’d always had to hold himself back in such a way had caused him to push himself all the harder.

So when Steve’s hearing started dialling up in reaction to Danny’s voice – well, Steve had to stop that immediately. He tried not to think too hard about the fact that his senses were always just that little bit too eager to dial up around his partner. Particularly when Danny was in distress.

“Steve,” Danny repeated, voice laden with pain, “they won’t let me near her.”

Steve frowned. The only reason Danny wasn’t out in the jungle with him was because Danny’s ex-wife and daughter had been carjacked. He couldn’t think of a single reason why Danny wouldn’t be allowed to see Grace (he didn’t think Danny would be in this much pain over Rachel).

“What?” he asked.

“Grace,” Danny confirmed Steve’s thoughts. “They won’t let me see her. Won’t let me near her.”

Steve could hear the strands of his partner’s hair sliding between his fingers as he gripped it tightly. “Talk to me, buddy,” he said, “what happened?”

“I met up with Rachel and Grace at HPD,” Danny explained. “Grace was there, and she was fine. She was fine.”

Steve nodded, that was what he had expected.

“Rachel gave her statement, and then I drove them home. But the door was open.”

Steve pulled back against his senses once more as they tried to flare.

“I called it in and told them to stay in the car while I checked it out, told Rachel to drive around the block,” Danny continued. “The house was trashed – someone had been looking for something.” Danny’s breath stuttered, and Steve could hear his steps echoing slightly as he paced. “I checked the whole house.”

Though Danny couldn’t see him, Steve nodded. He would have done the same. Ensure there was no threat waiting inside.

“When I got back outside, HPD were there, so they took over the scene. But Grace -” his voice cut off for a moment. “Something happened, Steve,” he said, “I don’t know what and they won’t tell me, but something happened!” His voice rose – in volume and pitch – as he spoke. “Rachel said she’d been fine one moment, looking back towards the house, the next she started screaming.”

Steve sucked his breath in sharply.

“Rachel couldn’t get her to calm down, or tell her what was wrong, so she rang for an ambulance. They came, but… Steve they’ve taken her to the S&G Centre, and now they won’t. Let. Me. See. My. Little. Girl.”

Steve ached to be there with Danny. To be able to reach out and wrap his arm around his friend’s shoulders. “Okay,” he said, mind parsing the information, “Okay. It sounds like they’re worried she’s come online.”

“Well of course they’re worried she’s come online!” Danny yelled back at him. “Sudden reaction, no discernible cause, right after a trauma? Those are textbook conditions – never mind that she’s too young for it to normally be considered. But now they won’t let me in to see her!”

There was a thump, and Steve could perfectly picture Danny’s fist against the wall, his anger, his fear, barely leashed. Steve’s senses pushed at him.

“She’s my daughter, Steve,” Danny choked out. “My daughter. And she’s just been through something terrible and they won’t let me see her!”

“What have they told you?”

“Nothing! Absolutely nothing! Only that I’m not allowed near her!” There was the squeak of shoes against linoleum as Danny turned around.

“Rachel?”

“Can’t see her, either.”

“No reason given?” It didn’t make sense to Steve. He knew the S&G Centre was particularly protective over young Sentinels and Guides when they came online – the younger they were, the more protective they were – but usually they’d at least give some reason for a why a parent couldn’t be near their child.

Was Grace a newly online Guide? Unable to stand the strong emotions her parents would be putting out? Or an online Sentinel? Struggling to regulate dials she’d never had to deal with before?

“They said I can’t see her because I’m not online.” Danny’s voice was bitter, full of something Steve couldn’t fully grasp.

His mind stuttered over those words. Not online. It was a phrase usually only used in relation to Sentinels and Guides who were Latent or Dormant. But Danny wasn’t a Guide, was he? “Danny?”

“Not online,” Danny repeated, bitterness somehow managing to grow. “As if there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for my daughter, Steve. As if I hadn’t stood before a judge and been told being online would mean even less time with her, as though I hadn’t done everything I could to stay with Grace!”

It – well, it made no sense to Steve, what Danny was saying, But he knew his partner was in pain. Knew the S&G Centre was keeping him from his daughter. Knew he needed to do something.

“Okay, okay, buddy,” he said. “I’m on my way.” His senses pressed against the tight hold he had of them. Dare he loosen it at all? “I’m going to ring a friend of mine, see if I can get some answers, but I’m on my way.”

Danny snorted. “You’re meant to be out protecting a witness,” he said.

“Doing that, too,” Steve agreed. “She’s fine, and the courthouse isn’t that far from the Centre. I’m on my way.”

“I’m going to do something, Steve,” Danny admitted, “if they don’t let me see her soon I'm going to do something…”

“Just hold on, okay? Just a little longer, then I’ll be there, and we’ll figure out what’s going on. You know the Centre wouldn’t be trying to hurt her.”

“I know, Steve, I know. But it’s my daughter. It’s Grace.”

And with those words, Steve’s senses pushed out beyond the boundaries he’d set for them. He had a brief moment where he could hear a strange pounding beneath the rasp of Danny’s breath, the gentle beep of some kind of machine in the distance. Then the phonecall disconnected.

Steve’s senses reoriented themselves to the world around him. There – a rodent digging in the dirt. There – a pair of birds settling down for a nap. There – the quickened breath and pounding heartbeat of one of the hit-men. And there – the rapid footfalls and gun oil of another.

Releasing the log held by his vine-rope, Steve didn’t bother to finish setting his trap. He didn’t need it. He knew exactly where his adversaries were. His hearing, sight, smell, touch, even taste, everything had heightened.

But unlike when his dials had slipped when he had first come online, Steve didn’t feel out of control. He didn’t feel like he was going to fall into the sensations that were coming at him. He felt – in control.

Breathing deep, letting the scents fill his nostrils and the tastes wash over his tongue, Steve felt more than heard the low rumble behind him. He grinned. It was time to hunt.

[thereadersmuse]

They'd be bagged before they could bond.    

*Also posted on ff.net.

*Part I of the “Tethered and Tight” series.

[infiniteeight8]

I don't know if you are familer with this trope but:

Guide and Senital ironstrange

Anon, not only am I familiar with this trope, I wrote the tumblr post that quite a few people have used to explain it. 😀

I can actually rationalize Stephen and Tony in either role, but I decided to go with the most obvious (to me, anyway) version. This time, anyway! 

This is also a “Sentinels and Guides are known” style AU.

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Tony tries very, very hard not to use his senses at all. 

It’s not that he doesn’t want them. He may have issues, but they aren’t those particular issues. He’d be happy to lean into those genetic advantages if, in his case, they outweighed the risks. Which they don’t. Three Sentinel and Guide centers (his local California Center first, then the California State Center, then the New York Center) all agree that Tony is, quote, “unusually susceptible to zone outs.” 

Which more or less means that damn near anything can tip him into one, and damn near nothing can get him out of one. Pepper, despite being so weak a Guide she only just registers on the test, is the best at getting him out of them. Given a quiet place and about half an hour undisturbed, she can get him back about half the time. The rest of the time, there’s nothing to do but wait. He usually comes out of a zone after four or five hours. Usually.

Once, he had to be put into care in the S&G Center for three days.

No one enjoys that, least of all Tony. So he does his best not to give his brain the opportunity to hyperfocus, and he meets the Guides the Center sends to match with him, and he tries not to envy the Sentinels who can snap out of a zone with a few words from the right person. 

Unfortunately, Tony’s work regularly involves intense focus on very small objects. Soldering a circuit board is legitimately dangerous for him, but like hell he’s going to give the job to someone else, especially when it concerns the armor. He tells himself that even when FRIDAY warns him against such work while Pepper is out of town.

The tiny…

…details… 

…swallow… 

…him.

.

.

The low rumble of a voice. A warm hand holding his, trembling faintly. The scent of tea and dust and something like but unlike ozone. It’s the scent that Tony follows back into the world. Blinking, Tony carefully straightens up from where he was hunched over his work bench. He doesn’t feel sore, which is unusual.

“Tony?”

Tony turns to find Stephen Strange sitting next to him, eyebrows knitted in concern. Tony clears his throat, but it doesn’t feel dry. “Yeah, I’m here. How long was I out?”

FRIDAY answers, “Fifteen minutes. With Ms. Potts out of town, I considered calling the S&G Center, but Doctor Strange is a registered Guide and I decided he was more likely to respond quickly.”

“You did good, FRIDAY,” Tony reassures her automatically, and then really registers her words. He turns to Strange. “You got me back in fifteen minutes?”

“More like ten, once I got here,” Strange says. “I’m sorry, it shouldn’t take that long.”

“That long?” Tony laughs. “Strange, that’s the fastest anyone has ever gotten me out of zone out in my entire life. That’s assuming they even can get me back. Are you bonded? Tell me you’re not bonded.”

Strange lets out an incredulous huff of laughter and shakes his head. “I’m not bonded,” he says. “And to anticipate your next question, yes, I’m amenable to a courtship.”

“Amenable,” Tony snorts, but he’s smiling. “Fantastic. FRIDAY, is there paperwork? If there is, get it started.”

Strange looks bemused, but in a good way, like he’s enjoying the ride. It’s a good sign, Tony decides.

[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.

[alexanderlightweight]

Wednesday prompt, guide-sentinel au?

here we go! i hope you enjoy

<3 lumine

sentinel!alec and guide!magnus - flowers blooming in the winter

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Alec hears the beat of unfamiliar but beautiful heart and he knows.

There is no other outcome possible and he smirks even as he types a code into his phone and then signs off a fire message.

The premier pair of Idris’ pride will receive his resignation and Alec feels no shame in known that they will be both lost and bereft without his influence.

“Take point until my relief gets here.” He tells Jace, handing over a small badge that makes Jace’s eyes widen before he nods, smirking. His brother doesn’t quite understand just how important the tasks he’s been given are, but he will.

Alec can’t let himself think about it, so he doesn’t.

His guide is somewhere in this building, full of life, heart pulsing an intricate tempo that croons to Alec.

It’s nearly primal, the need with which he wants to hunt down and secure his guide.

Instead Alec lets himself drift, closing his eyes as he reaches out his senses.

It’s intoxicating, the steady beat of his guide’s heart and then it pulses, as if upset and Alec can no longer bear to be denied his guide’s presence.

— Magnus feels the tell-tale intrusion of nephilim on his wards and nearly lets it go… until it’s followed by the the sparked presence of Circle runes.

Rage ignites and his heartbeat flutters with anger before he steadied himself. In the mere moment it takes to pull himself together, Magnus feels the energy of one of the Circle members be extinguished.

He relaxes instantly, letting himself reach out to assess the threat without moving.

The surviving Circle member is being brought to him, wrapped in the aggressive energy of a hunting sentinel and Magnus lets out a little hum of pleasure.

Even without seeing him, Magnus knows that the sentinel coming to him is his.

It’s not how he expected this to go, but he can’t be upset that his sentinel is hunting for Magnus’ protection and pleasure.

The Circle member is obsolete, his presence unnecessary, when Magnus gets eyes upon his sentinel.

He’s gorgeous and he’s nearly feral.

Hazel eyes are lined with runic blue and his large hand is barely restraining from crushing the Circle members neck.

“Darling—” Magnus murmurs, unable to do anything but whisper the translation of the endearment his heart cries out.

Instantly the sentinel is there, his sentinel is here.

A heavy weight is in his lap as thick thighs slide across his own and strong hands cup his face, lips nuzzling against his jaw and goatee.

“Are you safe?”`

Magnus is asked carefully, almost ritualistically and he agrees with magic and voice.

Hands reach greedily for his skin and his sentinel sighs in relief as chapped lips brush Magnus’ neck and a tongue flicks out for a taste. Unhesitant fingers reach under his shirt and callouses memorize the skin of his waist and hips.

“Stop that,” Magnus chides, hand coming up to grip his sentinel’s nape, “what will you do if you imprint on me fully here? Slaughter everyone who dares to look at me?”

An upset grumble is felt against his jaw and Magnus sighs, soothing with everything he has as he reaches out to gentle his boy.

“None of that darling, be good for me, please?”

His sentinel settles with a huff, teeth nipping at Magnus’ neck.

“For you.”

Magnus is promised and then his beautiful sentinel is sighing and rubbing his cheek against Magnus’ own, glowering at the beings gawking at them.

“Take me home?” His sentinel asks and Magnus knows instantly that wherever he takes his sentinel, it will be considered home.