#sentinel and guide au

[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.

[kanda-franca]

Here's more web weaves for @mcytblraufest 2024! This is for my wonderful writer Pancho!! Sentinel and Guide AUs are some of my favourite soulmate tropes and smalletho fit them so perfectly so please check out their fic here!

The Five Senses and Etho by @pancho-pinto

A day to day in the life of a Sentinel can be rather spontaneous, no two days the same with all the input of sensory information from the world. With their extraordinarily acute senses, Sentinel's are expected to know how to handle them, their Guides always there to aid them when needed. And Joel, best of the best, has everything under control. For the most part. And that is where Etho comes in. or: An exploration/study of the individual senses from a Sentinel's perspective. And one from the perspective of the Guide.

Credits below the cut!

The Lunch Table (1944) - Susan Ryder | Volta - The Crane Wives Isolated silhouette of a couple slow dancing - Noel Powell on Shutterstock | Kiss (1897) - Edvard Munch | I don't know if love's a feeling... - Marguerite Duras | I choose to love you in silence... - Rumi | Sentinel AU on fanlore | I want to know what's... - @titsay | Diner Booth - captjackhaddock on reddit | Futon (1966) - Duane Keiser | quote from @leoworld | The little things? - Jon Kabat-Zinn | asofterworld comic | Human Inner Ear Anatomy Diagram - fineartamerica | sound wave collection (edited)

Fair - The Amazing Devil | Canary Wharf - Glyn Macey | you are not chained to the ones you love (edited) - @archbudzar | New York (2011) - Lennarts Dotter Olausson | Bullitt (1962) - Frank Gregory | And the Hound - Yaelokre | Embrace - Peter Wever | Absence XVII (2017) - Luciano Goizueta | tumblr post - @eddiegettingshot | ONE HUNDRED SLEEPLESS NIGHTS 1 (2017) - Andrea Vandoni | Jane Eyre - Charlotte Brontë

[airu27-rkgk]

Kaishin One Prompt Challenge 2023 by @dcmkkaishinevents 💙

~Soulmates

Guide [Edogawa Conan] and Sentinel [Kaitou KID].

Kuroba Kaito, a self-proclaimed Neutral, moonlights as Kaitou KID to look for Pandora, a jewel that grants immortality. (His backstory follows canon, more or less.) Kaito is actually a Sentinel.

Kudou Shinichi is a Guide whose guidance is too complex for most Sentinels to follow through. He uses facts and logics to build mental sanctuaries — where Guide communicates with their Sentinel, calms them when they’re on the verge of Zoning, etc.

Their first meeting is during a heist. Shinichi’s first impression of KID is that the thief is a show off who wastes police resources for his own entertainment. A clever, tricky entertainment, filled with his favourites — riddles and mind games, puzzles, pranks, traps, oh how witty, he just escapes, which gives him a great rush of satisfaction for being able to decipher them — and are harmless enough, a refreshing break from murder cases he encounters daily, but still, show off.

Kaito’s first impression of Shinichi is that the detective is a nerd. Who even counts — himself not included — the number of cards that were used and draws conclusions based on that to pinpoint his disguise… The cards are from a dozen pack…??? Plus the guy uses a voice changer — in the form of a red bow tie — to redirect the officers Kaito had fooled with his own voice-changing abilities… This guy is not to be messed with. Definitely a nerd, though. He looks good with those glasses.

Anyway, on their nth showdown, Black Organization shows up and they were forced to work together. Their Sentinel-Guide soulmates connection forms an unbreakable bond, accidentally.

Thus, Shinichi recognizes Kaito when Ran and Aoko bring them for a meetup.

Gradually, Shinichi comes to know why KID steals. With Shinichi holding the Spades and Kaito the Clovers, the pair traverse the world to search for Pandora. Their connection of Hearts are tested, again and again, all for the sake of one Diamond, which shall end this game of cards once and for all.

[libraryraccoon]

A little sentinel and guide AU idea

We all know the fact that guides are portrayed as defenseless and sentinels as violent in most fanfics... But what if it was a little more different ? What if sentinels were protectors who do everything to ensure their tribe is protected, who do everything to eliminate threats as quickly as possible; and guides were vicious, who will protect, avenge their tribe in the most painful way possible for their enemies/those they see as threats. Guides would like people to see them as weak to more easily destroy those who attack their tribes.

Yeah, I just thought of that, I was imagining a sentinel getting hurt and the guide being like "So they choose death" before destroying mentally and emotionally the person who hurt their sentinel.

Like, I can imagine the sentinel wanting to eliminate the threats quickly, by killing them physically, but the guide wanting to eliminate the threats in the most painful way, mentally and emotionally, to make sure they suffer and regrets what they did.

(I NEED someone to wrote this with a Hotch x Dinozzo or a Will Graham x Hotch or Will Graham x Dinozzo or Will x Hannibal [but Hannibal is the sentinel and Will the Guide]. I love crossover and Sentinel AU, my fav fanfics fr)

[deke-abed-spencer]

So, okay, listen. I was admiring this post and the quote on the second picture, in the top left corner, about essentially "it's not fair i love you when you irritate the ever living fuck out of me and drive me crazy and look so cute and make me laugh while you piss me off."

And that reminded me of FitzSimmons. 😂 It made me think the fight from 6x06 in the containment pod.

"And I'm allowed to want to save you!" / "I'll save you everything time, or I'll die trying! I DON'T CARE!" / "ME TOO BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!" / "YEAH, WELL. I LOVE YOU TOO!" / "THEN WHY ARE WE YELLING!?" / "I DON'T KNOW!"

And. FitzSimmons is literally perfect for the Sentinel/Guide AU!!!

Fitz's brain is very online sentinel.

Oh my god, nooo, that's so angst. So since in most AUs, Guides come online more gradually and normally before their Sentinel counterpart. And maybe you have an AU where you can't know if you'll be either until you come online, or maybe you have an AU where Fitz is considered a latent Sentinel because he hasn't come online. Maybe there's no way for a Guide to know if a latent or unknown Sentinel is their bonded/soulmate/perfect match/etc until the Sentinel comes online, and they feel the bond.

So what if Jemma's already an online unbonded Guide and Fitz is "mudane"(until proven otherwise) or a latent Sentinel? What if Jemma wasn't all that interested in dating anyways before she came online, and she already knows Fitz when she does come online? What if she oddly (omniscient audience irony, ha ha) doesn't get that urge most newly-online Guides get to seek out their Sentinel? It doesn't bother her cause she'd obviously rather focus on the academy anyway.

If Fitz knows he's a latent Sentinel, when he starts catching feelings, he tells himself he's probably not hers while he's In Denial and after he accepts his feelings because he can't get his hopes up. If Fitz thinks he's mundane, it's a reason he obviously doesn't have feelings for Jemma; that'd be hopeless. Then it's a reason it definitely is hopeless, and he should definitely never tell her.

But then, hey, he's about to die when he hits that button, so YOLO; "And you're more than that, Jemma." And then when he hits the button, he comes online. And he can't even start spiraling and zoning because his Guide is right there. He felt it at some point of skin contact when she grabbed him. And he knows he's gonna drown, feels remorse for doing that to Jemma, his Guide, but at least he'll die with the knowledge they could've been. It's incredibly hard to remember to hold his breath when all of his senses are screaming to center on Jemma to no avail being dragged through the water. The water's all he can sense, and it's even more disorienting that way. And then, they must be sinking cause the water's getting dark again, and then nothing.

He wakes up a while later, and while he's stable and not in steady risk of zoning or going feral (pick a plot reason), Jemma just isn't there. He doesn't understand at first because she should've felt the bond initially too, why isn't she here? But Jemma, already a bit oblivious to her Guide senses and abilities, didn't notice Fitz coming online while she was pretty busy dragging him to surface. She was too distracted in keeping them afloat or helping boost Fitz into the helicopter or processing his admission or that they somehow survived, so she didn't notice her instincts telling her that's her Sentinel. And since there was opportunity for Fitz to center on her, for them to fully bond, none of the medics knew to keep them together. In fact, they probably kept Jemma out because she was unbonded, and he was in critical condition.

I got carried away there. Idk a reason for FitzSimmons to not figure it out and thus bond immediately or shortly thereafter upon Jemma's return. So, possibly canon divergence, and they do, and they get back to being cohesive again because at least now Jemma can feel his emotions when he can't find words. Orrrr. For some reason, it does take until the end of s2, but then they bond then before *(monolith noises)*. Because as long as Fitz gets to center all five senses and they let each other in, mentally, sex isn't technically required in most AUs, just most convenient (cause we writers are horndogs). They just have some handsy making out before the bond clicks (via bond mark or not) and deciding to be classy and have dinner. It gets postponed 6 months, oops.

Okay, this was supposed to be me outlining why they'd be perfect for this AU, but i got carried away. So I'll stop here 😂.

[fandonnavyce]

As Part of Ghouls and Gangs 2024 Event, I've published My DPxDC Bang Fic: In Death's Sweet Embrace, A Hades and Persephone Tale.

It's 20K of Dead On Main goodness with guest appearances from Team Phantom and the Batfam and some non-traditional takes on the ABO Tropes and The Sentinel and Guide AU.

What's The Sentinel and Guide AU I hear you ask:

Tdlr: A/B/O but Esper/Psychic ✨

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Jason woke up surrounded in an unknown place of luxury, utterly alone, and feeling very weak. But when he checked his mental shields, he found them to be surprisingly strong and stable. The psychic smog was much thicker than he had fearfully anticipated. Frankly, they were in a far better state than they had any right to be, especially after a severe zone-out in an arctic wasteland in a Lazarus Pit adjacent magic dimension. Jason decided not to question his good fortune. He stumbled out of the bed and reached the door, twisting the handle that was bitingly cool to touch. The door swung open to a corridor with a crystal floor, a ceiling full of stars and swirling constellations, and parallel walls lined with endless rows of purple doors.

It was utterly deserted.

Lingering in the doorway, Jason looked up and down the corridor. It was eerily lit. The only source of light came from the refracted starlight scattering off the crystal floor. There was an enchanting hum haunting the air. Jason had to forcefully drag his senses from chasing after the mellifluous sounds. Crossing over the door’s threshold, Jason’s ninja stealth footsteps nonetheless echoed mischievously off the curious crystal floor. Unsteady and light-headed, Jason rested his right hand on the ice-cold walls for balance. His fingers trailed along the walls' ice masonry and exquisitely adorned door frames. Strained sentinel senses refrained from getting lost in fascination with the texture of what he touched. But the corridor was still shrouded in a dark night’s gloom.

Finally Jason came across a doorway that had light shining through the gap between the door and the floor. Jason tested the door handle. With a quiet whisper, it cracked open.

"Hello," Jason calls out. He received no answer. Pushing the door open further, he entered the room. It was a library. A glorious library. One brilliantly lit with ice crystal chandeliers and arching floor-to-ceiling windows displaying a dazzling arctic nightscape as the stunning backdrop to the rows upon rows of towering bookcases. Bookcases filled to the brim with leather bound, hardcover, paperbacks, scrolls and journals and more. Jason was in awe. Enchanted, he walked up to the nearest bookshelf.

The Count of Monte Cristo, Treasure Island, Les Miserables, Catch-22, Lord of The Rings 

Looking at the titles written on the books’ spines, Jason nodded to himself at the owner’s good taste even as he wondered at their organisation system. He skimmed over to a neighbouring bookshelf. This one glimmered gold in comparison to the calm, sophisticated blue the previous bookshelf exuded.

Computing and Technology Ethics: Through the Lens of Science Fiction looked like a non-fiction book exploring the aforementioned themes. Domina by Matthew Mccoulum on the other hand looked like a sci-fi speculative fiction novel about an Urban Fantasy City. These two books were lined on either side of Duulamon’s Book of The Dead - Revised Edition. 

“Hmm, interesting.” Craning his neck, Jason peered up at the higher bookshelves that were astoundingly out of reach. No human would be able to get them unaided. Jason searched nearby for a ladder of some kind. Instead he finds a little blobby creature, shyly peeking around the bookshelf, looking at him from several feet up in the air.

"Erm hi?" Jason felt a little foolish as he smiled sheepishly at the little floating creature. It was very adorable for some kind of Lazarus Pit creature. The creature disappears like a popped bubble. “The fuck?” Jason then watched in wonder as it slowly emerged back into view. Then, gliding through the air, it approached him. Hovering in front of his face, Jason finds the creature adorable in its squishiness and shy behaviour, despite it looking like an animated glop of Lazarus Water. Carefully, hesitantly Jason dared to reach out to pet it.

It purred. Delighted, Jason laughed as the blobby creature slipped and floated between his fingers before excitedly whooshing around his neck. It then happily settled on Jason’s head, nestling in his hair. Jason chuckled. Then raised an eyebrow at the entire litter of blobs popping out of the woodwork. 

Only a little while later, Jason was absorbed in reading his chosen book when the temperature dropped. Trepidation crept down Jason's spine. Abruptly nervous, the library's silence turned eerie. The library's light titled towards uncanny creepy.

"I se̶͚̓e̵̙͊ yȯ̵̟ụ̴͌ m̵̦͋ad̸̼̃ẽ̶̦ ̵͕̿yo̸͙͠ṷ̸́r̷͚̚se̷̦͊l̷f̸ ȓ̵͕i̷gh̸t̷ a̶͇͒t ̷͕̅h̷͈̆om̴̚ȩ̵̐."

Jason twisted round and looked up at the source of that ghastly sound. His breath caught. His heart skipped a beat. What Jason saw, he did not understand.

Stretched in terrifying kaleidoscopic planes It loomed above. The enormity of Their presence warped and twisted the surrounding light and shadows. The presence writhed with sleek, organic movements; silently screaming and darkly blinding. Jason blinked. In that blink and a flashbang of light, the Lovecraftian Nightmare coalesced into a humanoid figure. Two arms, two legs, and one head with twin supernovas as Lazarus green eyes. Sunbright white hair floated weightlessly in nonexistent water. Jason suppressed the instinct to look away.

The Being bonelessly swung their two legs over a balcony that Jason would have sworn hadn’t existed before. Then, with a suave disregard for gravity, It slowly sauntered down.

Link to AO3

Hey, watch out for a new fic for the @dpxdcbigbang written by the amazing @fandonnavyce and illustrated by me!!! It should be posted around 21:00 BST, but still will update the post once it’s on ao3 for y’all <3

Edit: The fic is out people 🫡🫡

Fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59510203

[yuukirita]

Here we have the BOARD ALLMIGHTY! Which regroups all of the delicious AUs you may encounter on this blog C:

Some of them have fics in the works by me. Some don't. The ones above do. Those bellow don't

Some of these aren't original- none of them are actually. But at least you have a guide to look to when I post something and you wonder 'what is this about?'

It's mostly cute stuff- and kind of headcanons. Theres a few people that have started their own versions of these AUs inspired by my art/headcanons... And that kind of things is encouraged! Create away! (just pin me if it is inspired by me- I wanna see all of it)

There are other variations of Bee you might see on this blog- But they aren't really AUs- at least not like the ones on this post. It could be art for a fic i'm writing or fanart of someone Else's AU like the examples bellow.

Fic art for "A Bee See Dee" and "A Bee's Last Sound" on AO3

Bee's design varies according to the story he's in- If it's not from an au then it'll be in the tags! I try to tag the fic name if I want to draw a lot of art for it.

Oh and- example of art from someone else's Au. The Bodyguard!B-127 Au from @whalemleck that I LOVE. (someday I'll write something with it...)

Of course I don't draw JUST B-127. You'll find a lot more other Cybertronians here. And my art style changes depending on the days... But I hope this post will Help some of you keep up with the AUs :D I'll update this post when needed.

[texasteaparty]

Hangster Sentinel/guide au

Jake is a Grade A Sentinel who is notoriously self sufficient and continuously denies needing a guide to help stabilize him. He doesn't zone out, doesn't struggle to focus or pull back.

But then he starts to struggle and his best friend Coyote, whose a low level guide, can't help regulate him anymore. But it's getting worse, and he ends up zoning bad one day that took almost an hour to get pulled out of.

So the brass set him up with a slightly high profile guide who was trained by the Navy's best Sentinel Guide bondmates.

Bradley Bradshaw is both infuriating and intriguing and Jake can't help but want to learn as much as he can about the guide. And sure, maybe he doesn't quite get off on the right foot, but he's sure this is his fated mate.

They get into a rhythm, and Jake finally begins to trust Bradley when he helps Jake out of a zone that came outta nowhere.

They bond a year after they meet, and Jake gets to meet Bradley's dad's, the infamous Sentinel Tom "Iceman" Kazansky and his Guide Pete "Maverick" Mitchell.

Basically just , they're so good for one another.

[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')

[agentbootyreportingforduty]

this is my ao3 hot take but some tropes just hit different with a specific ship. there’s no science to explain why. it’s just based off pure vibes and the existing lore. like sentinel & guide au’s with mcdanno from hawaii five-0 just match so well. those fics are bangers every single mfing time. no other ship or fics with the same trope compare to me. idk man there’s layers there. thank you for listening to my ted talk 🙂‍↕️

[infiniteeight8]

Please I NEED more of the sentinel and guide au

I realized I never specified that the boys are still heroes in this AU. They are sentinel and guide and Iron Man and Doctor Strange. However that works. lol. That’s how they knew each other in the first ficlet and how Stephen got to Tony so quickly.

The first part of this AU is here.

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Courting Stephen Strange is surprisingly low key. At this point in their lives, they both get more than enough excitement without feeling like they have to go out and find more. They eat in a lot. Stephen takes Tony sightseeing to some inaccessible places—both conventionally and interdimensionally inaccessible. Tony takes Stephen to a couple of shows. But mostly, they eat in and talk. 

And practice guiding Tony’s senses, of course.

That’s practical, but it’s also great for building intimacy. Grounding a Sentinel requires activating multiple senses. Tony gets to know trembling touches and the rumble of a deep voice and the hint of dust and tea that clings to Stephen’s robes. Stephen gets to know the rhythm of Tony’s pulse and intricacies of his breath and the focus of his eyes. 

Inevitably, the time comes for them to meet in the spirit world the first time. Despite how well the courtship is going—and it is going well—Tony isn’t looking forward to it. People don’t generally react well to his spirit guide. As a result, when he opens his eyes to the blue-green landscape of the spirit world, he’s not surprised to find himself alone. He’s also not surprised to find himself somewhere other than the jungle. The jungle is a common spirit world setting for sentinels and guides alike, but it’s not the only one, and it’s never been one Tony identified with. The cornfield is a surprise, though.

Eventually, the tall stalks rustle and rustle and Stephen emerges from between them. Their gazes mutually go automatically to their spirit guides, and after a moment they both start laughing.

Spirit guides are, almost universally, large predators. Wolves and panthers are most common, followed by other big canines and cats, but bears and even crocodiles are not unheard of.

Tony’s spirit guide is a crow. The judgment he sees in the eyes of guides with wolves at their sides has been the nail in the coffin of more than one potential bonding. 

Despite their compatibility, it had never occurred to him that Stephen might also have a non-standard spirit guide. His is a cat, but not one of the big cats. It’s a common housecat, riding on Stephen’s shoulder just as Tony’s crow is riding on his.

Their laughter runs down and they link arms, setting off on a rambling walk through the corn, their spirit guides calmly riding along. 

[iphoenixrising]

Hi! I just wanted to send you a message, firstly to wish you a happy new year! And secondly just to say that you’ve been providing incredible and free works of art for nearly a decade (probably longer, but it’s been nearly a decade since I first followed you!!) and I just wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for all the tireless work you’ve put in. I hope writing has been as much of a joy for you as reading has been for us! Wishing you a wonderful 2025 :))

Hi babe.

Ah, thank-you for the loves! It's so amazing to think you've been with me that long, you know? There's many of the fandom peeps that text me or send me messages that have literally been there since the first Tim Drake fic went out. My daughter was still a baby back then and she's in sixth grade now and is almost as tall as I am tbh. Crazy how much time has passed.

And, you know, the years I haven't been writing much because ah work and other interests as I finally spread out my fanfic wings to devour content rather than create, I still come back here and be amazed at the amount of fics and ficlets and stories and half-baked headcannons people are still finding and enjoying today. In the shitshow the US has become in the last year, it's a welcome feeling to know some of the depressed and down-trodden can find some kind of comfort in ass-kicking vigilantes, Doctors with hobbies, Omegas that can only run from what they need for so long, the real feeling of Welcome Home, the owfucks and attitudes and steamy accents, the birds that can only go forward - never back, the absolute slimy creep Ra's can turn out at the most inopportune moments, the array of named concussions to make them seem a little less bad, infinite cups of coffee and Grape Zestis, the cliffhangers that might never get finished, and a plethora of other things hidden in the dark niches of this blog.

Hopefully, someday I'll go back for my MA in Creative Writing and get out of Tech to do this, or a version of this, in real life. But, until I do, I might as well share just a bit of the next installment of the TimDick (maybe TimDickJay...?) Sentinel/Guide au, right?

Hm, why not? You can check it below the cut ;)

After turning down any attempt of his Sentinel to contact him (i.e. actually duck and dodging said stalkery behavior he is intimately familiar with), it all comes down to the basics less than a month after the disastrous discovery in a hotel room right after he'd played Wayne Enterprises CEO with the likes of Lex Luthor–

who will always and forever be King of the Douche Canoes, seriously

– the breakout at Black Gate is the most all hands on deck that's happened in Gotham in the last year.

Since several members of the Rogue Gallery teamed up to set the explosives, well, every Bat is expected to set-up in Gotham, and Red Robin, for as much as he's stayed the fuck out of their business in the last year, finds himself already in the city for a few meetings with Lucius about next quarter when the night sky outside Wayne Towers lights up with the very familiar symbol.

"Dammit," he breathes out, pretty much aware he could just ignore it. Considering Nightwing, the Red Hood, Batgirl, Black Bat, Robin, and B were all in the city tonight anyway.

(What's one more body between the people of Gotham and the baddies? Well, depends on the body, doesn't it?)

Lucius gives the usual suffering sigh he gives Brucie Wayne when the other mask falls away and leaves the vigilante behind.

"I guess we can pick this up tomorrow," the head of R&D tells him idly, scrolling through text alerts on his phone while Tim visibly reins himself back in to the new line of motherboards going into their medical cradles for military aid.

Tim just stays quiet for once because even though Lucius and Tam both know the big secrets, it's still not something they talk about unless a thorough sweep for bugs has happened in the last thirty minutes.

(Ninjas suck sometimes. #facts)

"It's fine. We still have a few more things we can cross off the list–" Tim starts, jaw tight when he turns away from the familiar symbol, when some things still fucking sting even though he's been doing his level-best to move the fuck forward.

Lucius hums at him and holds out his phone with a tight smile.

The quick update on Gotham's Track the Crime Spree app shows him exactly what's going down, and his truly epic facepalm is the loudest thing in the office.

**

The Batcomm he hacked is on mute, voices in his ear to keep up with the criminals spilling out of Blackgate and swarming the city. Not to mention some of the classics had a hand in making it happen.

The initial plan changes when the Bats start calling dibs on bad guys, throwing out their locations, heading toward the more-than-usual amount of mayhem.

He doesn't throw in on the convo, instead starts picking off the small fries that just happened to be more concerned with escaping and hiding than doing a fair amount of damage the second they hit Gotham proper.

(Really noobs)

He's running through alleyways, easy, fast, and furious to take down the low-level escapees with quick double zip ties for wrists and ankles, not even really working up a sweat.

He leaves the big times to the official night crew, deals with the small fries and enjoys the burn in his thighs as he runs.

Batgirl spots him, yelling out something before he's off again, not interested in some kind of reunion.

(And her low level shields make his back teeth ache with how vulnerable she is, how much she needs someone to strengthen them for her, how he could do it without working too hard... Dammit, the Guide in him is drawn to her with those pesky instincts he's been trying to get under control.)

His first big bad of the night comes in the form of–

Condiment King.

And just. 

This guy.

He really wishes he had the time to enjoy witty banter and a long, drawn-out fight with some heavy hits. Anything to stop him from the low-level buzz on the edge of his shields he knows is Nightwing. He zip ties Buddy Sandler to a light pole and his backpack of condiments to another, he gets one good one before it’s time to move on. 

“Well, I relish the win, but you and the rest are going back to jail. See ya next crime.”

Then he’s off, shooting a grapple, taking off into the night.

Mortimer Kadaver was already kidnapping a victim, and he gets a satisfying crunch when he breaks the guys nose after a look at the torture implements in the back seat of the stolen sedan. The citizen takes off without a look back, completely ignoring him to wait for the police.

He jumps on another stolen car, riding a few blocks at breakneck speed before he punches out the driver’s side window and steers the car himself.

(It’s fun when the low-level thugs don’t know what’s going on. “How are you not driving?!” “Tell the hand in the window to give me the wheel back!”)

He doesn’t get thrown when brains kicks in and the driving thug slams on the brakes, but it’s a close thing.

Instead, he’s trying not to smile when they tumble out the other side of the car on unsteady legs. It’s an easy KO when the city is literally going to shit over the comm in his ear.

Things get real when O calls everyone in on the West side where the bigger, badder B is apparently ready for a round 2 of the “break Batman’s back” challenge.

(It’s the worst possible time for that guy. The flash of memory, of being Dick’s Robin for the short stint, of working with him while Bruce had to train his body again to take on the mantle after Jean Paul had to admit defeat. The best times, the most painful memories. All of it swirling in his chest with the buzzing on the edge of his senses getting sharper, cutting into his shields. All the bullshit stories about True Pairs and here he is, tempting the bond with things like proximity and ass kicking.)

He hits the top of the water tower to check out the sitch, trying to stay out of sight, out of the way of the main family doing their things while Bane is hepped up on venom and swatting at Robin and Black Bat like flies.

No one has to say it while calling out strategy, but it’s a pretty obvious distraction play. Keep the Bats busy while the bulk of baddies get ghost. It’s classic Bane, really.

Since the venom is highly flammable and there’s a lot of vigilantes he doesn’t want to face, he does the next best thing - makes a plan.

It easy to drive KG Beast and the Baffler right up his grill without ever being seen by the Bats as the three big baddies smack into one another on the down swing of some stunning blows. 

A combination of smoke pellets, knockout gas, and bo to the back of the head puts them out for the count in a move even he didn’t think was crazy enough to work.

Slam dunk. It’s buy two and get one free day.

Even better, Black B and Rob were back far enough to miss him through the smoke even though his rebound was a top notch move even for a season vigilante.

Which is why it sucks when Polka-Dot Man actually gets the drop on him because honestly, that guy. He does deliver a stunning back kick to put the B-lister down, but it does make him see double for an important enough second.

“Daw, takin’ alla the fun outta my night, Pretender,” the Red Hood drawls from a rooftop above him, the glint off shiny .45s too bright in his spotty vision. “Nice a’ ya ta actually show the fuck up fer once.”

“Honestly,” he banters back while the woozy sensation fades to a low grade headache, “how many asses in spandex does one city need?”

He gets a chuckle rather than a bullet to the head, so that is most certainly a win.

The drawback of gaining attention of the Red Hood, however, is the lack of duck and dodge that really is part of his new pseud.

Hood literally throws him over a shoulder and dives off the Wallstone Apartments while Red is still reeling from the blow, bellowing out when a meaty arm clamps on the back of his kicking legs in a very subtle warning.

“Leggo!”

“My ass. Stop yer squirming, fucker.”

“How about we compromise. Let me go and you can kick someone else’s ass?”

“Nice try. Like I dunno who yer really running from?”

“I’m fighting crime, not running you asshole!”

“Sure, sure. Ya know what they say. De Nile ain’t just a river in Egypt.”

“I don’t even live here anymore!”

“Oh? Can’t wait ta tell B ya just said that, Timmer.”

“I’m not his responsibility, didn’t you get the memo?”

Wind in his hair over the bad section of bail bondsmen and sleazy villain insurance. The plan forms while Red Hood arches his back to throw them both high in the air before the second grapple *zings* and latches on.

“I said th’ same thing at one time. Ya already know bout that shit, an’ how B didn’t give one fuck ‘bout what I hadda say.”

“The difference is you’re actually part of the fucking family, Jason!”

“Mmhm. Keep onnit, Replacement. M’comm is gettin’ alla this, n’ ya know it.”

“So what? No one’s bothered giving a crap  so far!”

Did he get hit with a truth serum or is this just the concussion talking? 

(R - Randal, Randal the concussion is awful and he should really stop this messy truth shit no one needs to hear.)

“Come off’n it, Timmy. Like ya don’t already know B gotcha tracked within an incha yer life? Think he just gonna let the smart one run off wi’ Shiva fer fuck’s sake?”

Even with Randal being a pain in the ass, Red has a terrifying moment of panic. They know. They all know.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Sure, sure. Tell that ta Dickie why dontcha? I ain’t seen ‘in that pissed off inna hot minute.”

“He already knows-“

“Does he really now? Why don’tcha tell ole’ Jace all ‘bout it, hm?”

His voice through the synths sounds very not inviting.

“Randall is a fucker and he needs to lay off,” which has Hood laughing even if he doesn’t know what Red means by any of it.

They land it with a jolt — right in the middle of a brawl.

Which is just about the speed he really needs right now anyway.

Black Bat swings by with a screaming escapee dangling from one hand by his ankle while she smiles under the stitched-up mask and gives him a happy wave. The comm in his ear hasn’t fallen out so he knows the others are spaced out, corralling the others with the help of GCPD.

So, the fight is on a little more than he originally thought.

But still, the burn feels better than the low-grade concussion and the pulsing heat of Sentinels (of his Sentinel), close by. He knows Jason’s shields are fractured, held together by pure stubborn will. He knows Steph is a few blocks down, whooping it up with her shields scarily open for her senses to reach far enough out to track stragglers. B is held together the best of them all, but Dami is developing his senses now and his control is sporadic at best.

Punching the shit out of thugs takes some of the weight off the knowledge, doesn’t completely distract him from his own instincts, but distracts his brain just enough.

Leg sweeps, palm to the nose, kick to the back of the knees, a spinning whirlwind of ass kicking, back-to-back with Hood, spit blood when he takes a hit, clench his teeth when he feels the strain on Nightwing close enough to make his skin burn with it.

His chest is heaving by the time the groaning pile of bodies is down for the count and the red and blue is lighting up the night on their way. He scrambles for a grapple gun while Black B and Hood are finishing up the zip ties. But when he points it the way he wants to go, his finger won’t squeeze the trigger.

“Clean-up’s goin’ all right,” Hood reports, nudging his shoulder with the hand still holding the .45. “Lookin’ like B’s gotch some a’ th’ bomb residue ‘case ya wanna get in on that, nerd.”

“Like you’re much better,” Red rasps out, grapple in his lowered hand trembling, the pounding in his head worse than any concussion.

He knows what this is, the only thing it can be.

“Mmhm. ‘Least I don’t need a fuckin’ engraved invitation ta come back ta the Cave.”

Red’s head whips around, the whiteouts on the mask narrow in a who the fuck are you talking to? kind of way.

Hood crosses his arms over his massive chest because the guy knows when he’s feeding someone a line.

Welp, since everyone already knows apparently.

Right in front of the helmet, Red Robin shoves the grapple back in his belt and deactivates the right gauntlet with his left hand. The helmet cocks to the side in question, but Red moves with fluid grace and speed, even with Randall riding his cape, and slaps his palm on the only bare skin available, on the side of the Red Hood’s neck.

His instincts jump immediately and reach out to the dangerous cracks and crumbles in the Red Hood’s shields, the painful red throbbing of shields crumbling.

He might hear a noise out of the synths, might imagine it because what does Jason Todd owe him really?

But it’s easy, just like putting together the pieces of evidence from a crime scene. The fractured plates protecting Hood are hot to work with, a sharp sting across his brain pan (something that could be from the Pit or be just natural Jason Todd, zombie Sentinel extrodinaire), eases down with the pieces coming together, strengthening, forming a stronger metaphysical shield to give Jason a measure of peace from his own overwhelming senses. It’s a  the relief of relaxing a clenched fist after the fight.

The reason Sentinels need Guides.

(Well, there’s more to it than just that, isn’t there? And Red’s brain can’t help but flinch back to those dreams, to a voice in his ear and hands on him — Guide mapping, his dream Sentinel whispered against skin.)

Red doesn’t manage to stop Hood from sinking to his knees in the aftermath, downed criminals, things on fire, GCPD almost on top them, and Black B nearly vibrating out of her mask next to them, hands hovering and afraid to touch.

Instead, he feels the reverberation of that deep noise coming straight out of the Red Hood’s chest. The relief under the constructed shield thick between them while they stand in the middle of the street.

That growling purr is almost enough, almost enough, to stop him from turning on his heel.

But the gloved hand snags the hem of his cape stops him in his tracks. his eyes blow wide behind the whiteouts and he sees a second of Hood's emblem before his literal savior, Cass, snaps him up and throws him over her shoulder before she takes off.

The night takes a turn for a "what the fuck?" when he and Black B take a few pauses to double team some of the baddies when the Red Hood loses them close to Robinson Park.

Things got more dicey when N spots them taking out Joyful Noise before the sonic blaster destroys yet another pointless sculpture. The comms erupt in a whole lot more noise in the shit show his "duck and cover crime fighting" night has devolved into.

(He's not going to focus on how his head is just a little sore instead of Randall being a right pain in the ass, isn't going to think about the implications here. He can't focus and keep moving through the baddies if he has a sane moment to wonder if it was that easy because he also...Jason-)

They manage to evade the Bats (mostly), ignoring the cajoling and usual back-and-forth once they realize Red Robin is part of crime time.

Cass does him an absolutely solid, driving them to his other, other underground bunker, letting him hang his head against her back while the air hitting them reeks of smoke, burning plastic, and gasoline. He doesn't get the underlying tinge of metal, blood, and fear -- that was from Jason's head while those shields were coming together nicely.

(When he's a full continent away, he'll have him moment of panic, but until then, Cass is totally not addressing the very obvious elephant in the bunker.)

She stays for post-patrol snacks, producing a family-sized box of Cheez-Its and some Alfred sandwiches that are somehow still cold.

They do the usual throwing off sweaty top layers, domino and mask, stare at two episodes of The Office with Zestis from the mini-fridge in the corner.

One-handed signs while they chew, hit a quick patch up job, and the night is finally over.

Cass checks the Batchat to make sure everyone made it out of the city after one hell of a night and gives no reply to the questions about Tim, much to everyone’s dismay.

The next shift of GCPD is coming on, so the city is secured for another day. She produces a backpack and changes into soft leggins, runners, and a hoodie he's pretty sure is Bruce's.

Tim does a good job on her knuckles, and she gives him a kiss on the forehead, makes him promise to stay away from screens and not to sleep for a few hours yet.

After she takes off, he breathes out a long, breath, collapses on the overstuffed couch a minute before going to the lower levels, thinking about catching up on paperwork before he's got to meet with Lucius again. A nice shower, some coffee, and he could do some work, take an actual moment --

("True Pairs, an honest Sentinel and Guide relationship, can include sharing such effects of injuries.")

He shakes the thought out, rolls his neck, and picks up his discarded utility belt, trying to find as many things to divert his attention to as possible.

The door to his lower levels slides silently open under his fingerprint and an intensive alphanumeric code, but some premonition sends a familiar chill down his spine, the vestiges of the old Robin instincts.

[getoed5725]

"Have you seen them?" "Yeah, above. 3rd floor." "Very good. Now, are you willing to turn into a beast for me, Satoru?"

五夏 Sentinel/Guide au: Sentinel Gojo x Guide Geto. Strongest Sentinel & Strongest Guide formed pair.

Context for the art:

- on an undercover mission in a hotel

- they're fully bonded at this point

- the ages can stay like in the fic (below) or not. but i think Gojo will be excited to see his lieutenant/boss/lover/bonded guide looking young again with the hairstyle :>

inspiration: this Chinese Sentinel/Guide Goge fic and the official art for hotel collab:

[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.

[libraryraccoon]

Reading Sentinel and Guide AU and all I can think about is a criminal who is linked to a high-ranking federal agent