#yord the acolyte

[querren]

The cast of The Acolyte just talked about episode 5 with Entertainment Weekly and this jumped out at me:

So... everyone on Tumblr just lost their minds sobbing over Jecki and Yord, while their actors were on set like this the whole damn time:

I love it.

[and-loth-cat]

he killed them. he killed them all.

and not just the masters.

but the knights.

and the padawans too.

ominous music indeed...

[moravel]

I sometimes feel like the only one on tumblr who remembers Qimir killed Yord, a dumbass nerd, and Jecki, a badass pocket Jedi.

I know he can make soup. Everyone can. It isn’t hard.

[sunnymoonxx]

❝paint me a heaven of love with your bloodied mouth❞ | qimir x reader, ch1

pairing: qimir x fem!reader!yord's sister

summary: You were never confident about the retreat mission on Khofar, always fearing for your safety and that of your friends. Your worst nightmare comes true when a mysterious masked man kills your brother. Driven by grief and rage, you launch a desperate attack, which leaves you unconscious. You wake up, surprisingly unharmed, on the stranger's home island. Consumed by anger and a thirst for revenge, you set out to avenge your brother, only to uncover secrets you never imagined.

warnings: MDNI!, english is not my native language, violence, major character death, mentions of blood, mental illness, smut in upcoming chapters, enemies to lovers, vulgar language, angst n comfort

a/n: planning for this to be a mini-series, around five chapters, and for the idea I have to thank @ladysw01 . Hope y'all like this one too, and also stay tuned for he turns me scarlet pt2, it's in the works!

now playing, when it's cold i'd like to die by, moby

Shadows loomed, their rough forms twisting in the dim moonlight, filtering through the dense canopy above. The forest floor was a maze of roots and underbrush, but you navigated it with the agility of a creature born to the wild. Sweat poured down your face, stinging your eyes, blending with the fear that clawed at your heart.

You felt it—the tug in your heart, tearing at its edges. You experienced it once before and hoped you’d never have to again. But now, it was back, and far worse than ever. You dared to imagine what might happen but quickly dismissed the thought. He was your only family. You couldn’t let it happen.

Your breath came in ragged gasps as you sprinted through the oppressive darkness, the hum of your ignited lightsaber a solitary beacon in the gloom. Branches whipped your cheeks and tangled in your hair, but you pushed on, driven by the urgent sense of danger thrumming through the Force. You had felt it, a disturbance sharp and sudden, a vision of your Yord in mortal danger.

"Yord!" you screamed; your voice swallowed by the infinite, uncaring wilderness. Your steps faltered as the sense of dread intensified, leading you closer, ever closer, to the source of your terror.

Bursting into a clearing, you slid to a halt, your heart crashing at the sight before you. Yord was hanging mid-air, his feet dangling uselessly, held above by a dark force. The stranger you heard so much about, stood before him, one bloody hand outstretched, the other resting at their side with an eerie calmness.

Your eyes were only glued on the man and your brother, dangling in the air. You failed to see Master Sol and Mae standing close by, both standing there in shock, not daring to breathe.

Before you managed to move or cry out, in a fluid, almost nonchalant motion, the stranger twisted their wrist. Your heart stopped. A sickening snap echoed through the forest, and Yord's body went limp, his lifeless form flung aside with a casual flick, landing in a crumpled heap against the base of a tree.

Numbly, you stared at the lifeless body, discarded like a ragdoll, as if he meant nothing. No tears left your eyes, but you swore you couldn't feel your heart beating, as if it had stopped when your Yord’s did. You didn't know how long you stood there, staring at the person who once made you laugh and helped you become a better person. His soft laugh, his insistence on following the rules, and his desire to please others—all gone. He had taught you how to read. Now, everything was gone. His laughter faded into the darkness along with his heartbeat.

You felt like you heard faint voices in the background, but all your focus was on Yord's empty eyes.

It was Sol, shouting your name, desperately warning you to move. But no matter how hard you tried; you were frozen in place. The shock and grief had paralyzed you. Then, out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of the creature in the mask. The small flicker of its movement shattered your paralysis, and a surge of anger erupted within you, erasing all other thoughts. The need for vengeance overtook your grief, fueling your every breath and heartbeat.

It all happened like a fever dream—foggy, with only a few clear fragments. You heard a scream, unable to tell if it was yours or someone else's. But you didn't care. Your legs moved on their own toward the stranger, your eyes fixed on his dark, long waves of hair.

Your lightsaber slipped through your fingers, the weight of it suddenly too heavy to hold. Your arms seemed to move of their own accord, rising toward the sky as if reaching for something beyond grasp. The air crackled with a threating storm, ear-shattering roar that drowned out all other sounds. In that moment, you locked eyes with the stranger, fear etched deeply into their features, mirroring your own uncertainty.

Time slowed to a crawl as lightning split the sky, casting an eerie glow over the scene. The thunderous boom echoed through your bones, shaking you to your core. The stranger's expression twisted in horror, as if they knew something you didn't, something that would change everything.

Then, as swiftly as the storm had gathered, darkness enveloped your senses. Your consciousness faded into the cool embrace of the moss beneath you, leaving behind unanswered questions and a lingering sense of dread.

*· . ✶

As you woke up, cold air embraced you, raising goosebumps across your body. Your head pounded with such intensity that you considered it might explode, while your arms trembled in lingering unease. You slowly lifted yourself up on your elbows, trying to figure out where you were and recall anything that had happened.

Your head throbbed painfully, your legs were covered in bruises, and your hands were wrapped in bandages. Confused, you tore them off, only to reveal deep burns etched like tree branches from your palms down to your forearms, resembling thunder silhouettes in the sky.

You had no memory of what had happened, until you spotted your lightsaber next to the mouth of the cave you found yourself trapped in. Yord.

Yord.

Yord was dead. Your brother was dead. My brother's dead. Dead.

Your heart sank into your stomach, and suddenly, you found yourself lying on your side, vomiting beside your makeshift bed. Your hair fell like curtains around your head, your eyes fluttering shut. The reality of your Yord’s death was almost too much to bear. Thoughts swirled chaotically; you wanted to scream, cry, and even trade places with him. Emotions blurred together in your mind, but one stood out starkly: anger. It surged within you, painting your vision red. You yearned for revenge, for the murderer to suffer, to experience the agony you felt in that moment.

You didn't dare count how long you bent over, vomiting on the cold cave surface. The bitter taste of vomit mixed with your salty tears woke you up, pushing you to pull yourself together and look around. You struggled to breathe and see through your watery eyes, so you reached out through the Force. Finding yourself in a small cave on an unfamiliar island, surrounded by a wild ocean, you caught sight of a shadowy figure. A dark force enveloping their silhouette.

Your heart skipped a beat as your eyes flew open. There he was—the one who had taken Yord’s life. And now he has brought you here. Was it to end your life as well? To make you suffer? But you were already in agony. Doubt lingered whether he could intensify the pain any further.

You reached out through the Force again, seeking a clear vision of the target's location. You saw him taking slow, deliberate steps, carefully navigating around sharp rocks until he reached a shore where water brushed around his ankles. Following his trail from your current position, you discovered a path that would lead you to him.

It took you minutes to find the strength to get out of bed, ignoring the messy curls in front of your eyes and the dirty clothes from the previous night. Grabbing your lightsaber, you made your way out of the cave. Trusting your intuition, you followed the stranger's path, mentally preparing to face him. Fear wasn't in your heart—only fury and grief. You wanted to see his head separate from his body.

The trail was longer than expected, but you didn't stop once you reached your target. He swam peacefully in the calm water, his back facing you. His long, wet hair draped over strong shoulders marked with scars. You watched as he ran his hand through his hair—the same hand that had killed Yord and torn your family apart. Anger surged within you; your fury fueled by the simple sight of him.

He sensed you; you could feel it. Your anger was loud enough for the entire galaxy to hear, and you wanted him to hear it the loudest. Without thinking, you began walking towards the water, lightsaber ignited, ready to strike.

You focused solely on him—his strong back and raven hair. He didn’t even turn to face you, though you knew he could feel all your emotions. He remained motionless, confident that you wouldn’t attack. Or at least, he thought so.

Lifting your lightsaber as you closed the distance, the water now up to your hips, you struck his back. The stranger was slow to react, barely managing to block your attack. Your lightsaber grazed his shoulder, leaving a scorching scar. Realizing he was wrong about your intentions, he moved quickly in the water, turning and twisting your arm until you dropped your lightsaber, just as he had done with your brother. He pressed you against his chest, his hands gripping your arms, but before he could strangle you, you drove your elbow into his ribs, pushing hard until you heard a crack.

He released his grip to catch his breath, giving you a few precious seconds to summon your lightsaber from the depths of the water. As it returned to your hand, poised to strike, you felt the stranger's hands clamp down on your shoulders, his fingers digging in fiercely. The pain seared through you, his nails tearing at your flesh. Taking advantage of your vulnerable position, he seized your lightsaber and snapped it in half effortlessly, as if it was a mere stick. You watched in disbelief as he threw the broken parts into the deep ocean behind you, leaving you stunned. Before you could react, he swiftly wrapped one arm around your neck while the other pinned your hands behind your back, pressing his body close against yours.

"Not the morning greeting I was hoping for," he purred against your ear, his arm tightening around your windpipe, robbing you of breath. You felt a strange sensation in your stomach as he pressed closer, the warmth of his body making you shiver involuntarily. It was unsettling, making you feel nauseous.

You fought back, struggling to break free from his grasp, but with each attempt, his hold on you tightened, leaving marks on your neck and wrists. You fought against the tears threatening to fall, overwhelmed by feelings of helplessness and humiliation. You yearned to threaten him, to make him scream for what he had done to Yord and to you.

But you couldn't move an inch, forced to endure his deadly grip on you. You felt his breath tickling the hair on your neck, his damp, bare body pressed against your back, his hand crushing your wrists together.

“Do you remember me?” he asked, his voice low against your ear, his nose pressing against your cheek. You felt his smile as you struggled to breathe and move, fighting against his overpowering grip. The fury surged through you even more intensely, his mocking tone fueling a desire to scream out in defiance. How could you not? You saw him twist your brother’s neck and you were certain he was about to do the same thing to you.

As if he could read your mind, which he likely could, he chuckled softly to himself.

"Not from yesterday," he murmured into your ear, his arm around your neck loosening slightly to allow you to breathe, yet he did not release you. "We met a few days ago, in my shop. You were there too." he continued.

You resisted the urge to struggle against his grip, realizing you had no other choice but to listen. Attempting to calm your anger, you unwillingly focused on his words. You recalled visiting the suspect's shop a few days earlier—a place with a man with long, greasy black hair and an odd voice. Uncertain of where he was leading with this revelation, you listened intently.

"So lost in your own selfishness that you didn't even recognize me?" he mocked, twisting your wrists to inflict more pain, as though hurt you didn’t recognize him. Then, the realization struck. He had been there all along, pulling the strings and mocking everyone. Mae's master. The stranger beneath the mask. Yord's killer.

"You—" you choked on your words, barely able to speak. You recalled visiting the apothecary in the days before, noticing him as the new face in the city. He had pretended to be new, and you had enjoyed his company, visiting him several times. A wave of humiliation washed over you, and you sensed that he felt it too.

“That’s right,” he whispered into your ear, his hands briefly leaving your body before firmly gripping your waist and pressing you against the nearest rock. Finally, you got a clear look at his face. In the darkness of the previous night, you hadn't seen him clearly, and moments ago, you hadn't cared. Now, his gaze met yours directly as he pushed you against the rough surface, leaving your hands free, hanging by your side. You had the freedom to strike him, to fight your way out, but you remained still.

He allowed your eyes to roam over him. You scanned his high cheekbones and sharp features, framed by dark waves, curtains to his deep dark eyes. Pink, full lips, and set above a clean mustache. Your gaze then fell to his visible collarbones, adorned with salty droplets.

He was undeniably beautiful, and you felt sick you didn’t even try to deny it. He looked like a fallen angel, someone straight out of religious legends you would read about.

He savored your shocked gaze, but what intrigued him more were your thundering thoughts. Inside your mind, thoughts clashed and screamed over one another, leaving no room for silence or clarity. You instantly recognized his intent from his intense stare and tried to block him out of your mind. But it was too late. He effortlessly stripped you bare, reading you like a mythical book.

"You're scared," he uttered with total seriousness. You struggled to comprehend how he could read you so easily and attempted to use your powers to cloud his thoughts. Yet, after years of suppressing them, you failed once more. “Not of me. Of the Order.” He tilted his head, a gesture that suggested surprise at what he had uncovered.

"Get out of my head," you hissed at him, delivering a punch to his chest, but he didn't even flinch. The water was cold, and the chill in the air only worsened it. The only warmth came from his body—and from another place you tried to ignore.

"You lie to yourself," he added, ignoring the punches to his chest and the barrage of curses you hurled at him. "The Jedi were never your family. You live in delusion." He looked down at you, a hint of pity in his expression.

“You killed Yord,” you cried out, feeling his grip on your waist loosen.

“He was never your brother. Not really.” His words struck you like a blow, and in a surge of rage, you punched him in the chest with all your strength. He stumbled back, the warmth of his grip vanishing from your waist, leaving you both separated and gasping in the cold air.

You stared at him, eyes wide with uncertainty, unsure of your next move. You watched his chest rise and fall, strands of hair falling over his forehead. Fear gripped you, worried that he had seen through you, revealing memories you wished to forget.

"You lied about who you were. You murdered Jedi like they were cockroaches. My brother!" you screamed at him, tears threatening to spill as you fought to hold them back. You slowly made your way back to the shore, ignoring his presence following in your footsteps. The wet pants clung to your body, making each step more difficult than the last.

As you reached the shore, small rocks stabbing at your feet, you heard him speak.

“Then why did he never consider you as his sister.” His voice was cold and low, monotone with no emotions on the surface. Your movements stopped, listening as he made his way to the shore as well, standing just a few centimeters away from you. Your chest hurt like someone was pinching the flesh of your heart.

You forced yourself to turn around, facing him and his ethereal beauty. There he stood, bare before you, vulnerable and exposed. You tried to focus on his words, your heart sinking into your stomach.

"You heard me." He tilted his head, taking a small step toward you. His eyes locked onto yours, unwavering. "You know I'm right. Ever since you became Padawans, he kept you apart. No matter what you tried, even resorting to tricks just to see him, he always pushed you away. Following rules that made it harder for you to be together, like the Order meant more to him than you did. You were just a little girl, and he chose duty over your bond." He continued, every word a fuel to your anger. But now you weren’t sure who the anger was meant for.

“Shut the fuck up!” You raised your voice, stepping down to him. “You don’t know anything. You’re a Sith! A murderer! You don’t know anything about me or my life.’”

"Except I do." He allowed you to approach, keeping you within arm's reach. "You think things changed after you both passed the trials and had more freedom. They didn't. He feared you. He feared your power. An empath, right? The most dangerous ability one can possess. Even the Order feared it. With one emotion, you could overthrow everything overnight. They couldn't trust you. Not even your own brother could."

You lunged at him, aiming a punch at his jaw, which connected solidly. He stumbled back, a red mark blooming on his cheek. However, all you received in return was a smirk on his lips and the sight of him licking a drop of blood from his lip.

"That's not true," you replied, your voice stinging with anger. "They knew about my abilities, but no one feared me.”

You heard a laugh coming from him, lifting up his head, staring you down.

“Why do you keep lying to yourself?” He stepped closer, his breath almost brushing your face. “You knew they wanted to be rid of you from the moment you began showing signs. Master Sol? He distrusted you the most. Yord feared you. Jecki was too naive to form her own opinion and just listened to the elders.”

“Stop,” you failed to form a normal sentence, not knowing what to do or how to act. You were scared he was right. You didn’t want to admit it to yourself.

"Last night, when you attacked me, I took you before they could wake up," he confessed, gently brushing his hand over yours. You stared at his chest, too ashamed to meet his gaze. "What do you think will happen when they discover you used forbidden power? Do you believe they'll spare you when you're already hanging by a thread?”

He is right.

No.

He’s a liar. A murderer.

But he’s right.

"Kill me, and return to your naive trust in them," he urged, leaning closer with a mix of pity and understanding in his gaze. "Or stay here and let me help you."

You failed to notice that your hand was in his, unsure of how long he had been holding it. Your gaze remained fixed on his chest, searching for any hint of deceit or manipulation, but you found none. The weight of uncertainty bore down on you, and you wished to crumble, to disappear and never resurface again. Lost, confused, dizzy, you were paralyzed, uncertain of your next move.

“They’re my family.” You whispered, mostly to yourself.

"A real family wouldn’t betray you," he whispered back, his thumb tracing small circles on your palm. You felt the anger within you slowly melt away, replaced by an unfamiliar, strange sensation.

Raising your head slowly, you met his gaze, surprised by the softness you found in his eyes. Before you could gather your thoughts or resist, a waterfall of tears began pouring from your eyes, and the only arms there to catch you were the same ones that had stopped your heart just a few hours ago.

[write-to-feel]

They really gave us 20 straight minutes of some of the best lightsaber combat we’ve ever seen and it turned out to be one long thirst trap for Manny Jacinto!?!?! Am I paying for premium?

[infpfindspeace]

Yord: Do you think I could fit fifteen marshmallows in my mouth?

Jecki: *sighs* You’re a hazard to society.

Osha: And a coward, do twenty.

[mother-of-lothcats]

jecki….. yord….. why did i not see this coming…. i’m a star wars fan i should be used to this…. i just didn’t see it coming so soon

[cowboylikemorgan]

Happy Acolyte Day! If anything happens to these four I will implode

[maul-of-shame]

Spoilers for the Acolyte Finale: (spicy)

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Maybe this is me being picky, a bitch, or just using braincells but this didn't make sense on so many points???????!!!!!! You want me to believe Osha, who witnessed the deaths of the Jedi, INCLUDING HER FRIENDS JECKI AND YORD, right in front of her in the most BRUTAL WAYS, realized her sister had been/was being manipulated by Qimir, who got basically kidnapped by him, THIS OSHA, would go hand in hand off into the sunset with the man who murdered her friends right after she choked her master to death and they wiped the memory of her twin sister after finally finding her after years thinking she lost everyone and leave said AMNESIC sister into the hands of people she thinks are awful ?????

AM I GENUINELY TRIPPING ???????!!!

Don't even get me started on the Vernestra stuff because- Sol was not the only one on Brendok. They were 4. 4 damn people. One went into exile, one took the vow of silence, one didn't seem that affected by it (hello she was the one saying they should cover it up) and Sol did his very best to train Osha for YEARS. He wanted her and Mae to be safe. He tried to save them both and it backfired. Did he go about it the right way ? No. Did he deserve to die for it ? Definitely not.

Sol did try to redeem himself, tried to be the best teacher and parental figure he could be for Osha, taught younglings to not be like him (visible in the lesson he's giving, also he was the only one back to teaching, JUST SAYING) and there's no point in denying that. He thought Mother Aniseya was going to kill Mae. His heart got the best of him and he acted without knowing what was happening. But don't you dare try to say they went there to "steal children" because this wasn't the damn point of the MISSION. They have been seent to EXPLORE the planet, not to STEAL CHILDREN, or MURDER PEOPLE.

Their actions were not the best, yes, but there is no need to make it seems like it was part of a "grand plan" or even more messed up.

What happened was a kid tired of spending time on a planet for god knows what was starting to get restless and a man worried about two CHILDREN, thinking something terrible was about to happen with two other people trying to shut them down messed up big time.

The miscommunication caused all of this, this could have been avoided if everyone involved TALKED.

And what was the point of making the "twins" reunite only to wipe Mae's memory and do ANOTHER cover up??? Like my sister in the Force, WHAT THE HELL ????

Mae's character, the growth, realizing he should go and be judged for his crimes, her character was beautifully written and to just end this like that: this disminish her character, Sol's character, Jecki's, Yord's and all the others.

Osha snapping after learning the truth, I can understand it, but would she just go like this? Full darkside and believe the man who manipulated her twin, killed her friends and all to just run off into the sunset with him? Would she go that easily with him????

This genuinely feels like a fanfiction someone wanted to end quickly, no matter how far off the ending and characters seemed. But, with Leslye saying she loves "enemies to lovers", I'm not surprised she did this, just heavily disappointed.

If the Jedi are this bad... Why leave an amnesic Mae with them then?

Mae, Sol, Yord, Jecki, Torbin... They all didn't deserve this. If you have to kill two potential love interests (Jecki & Yord) + downplay the villain's actions to make sure your ship (Oshamir) happens, then there is an issue here.

How in the Hell becoming a Sith and going on a rampage is liberating? Genuinely, how is that good and freeing?

Haven't you guys watched the prequels??? And Anakin's downfall???

This series was so good, genuinely great with beautiful decors, scenes, fighting choreography etc and it just... It feels like an empty ending. Idk what she thought she did with this but this ain't it.

Again, this is just my rant about it, you don't have to like it. If you loved this episode, then good for you! Congrats!! I loved the show, I really did. Until episode 5. Then it just went downhill.

[diamantdog]

just rewatched episode 6

3 things:

do you think qimir called jecki “it” in episode 5 as a retaliation because she asked, “what is that?” when he first showed up?

qimir puts his makeshift bed next to the stove because, i assume, the floor of the cave is freezing. so, he gives up his warm bed to osha.

is qimir knowing about yord wanting to arrest osha a goof or does he know this because of what happened in olega when he was still in disguise?

[and-loth-cat]

JECKI NO NO NO NO NO

IM ONLY HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE AND I AM SOBBING OH MY GOD JECKI

ALSO THAT DUDE FROM THE SHOP I

EDIT NOT EVEN A MINUTE LATER YORD OH MY GOD EVERYONE IS DEAD

[freeshavacado]

Saw this ad on Snapchat…Disney when I catch you…

Anyway sign the petition here

[sepulchralblues]

Never been a Star Wars person but I’m watching the acolyte and I love how different the twists in the show have been from what you’d normally expect.

With Osha’s deflection of what she does in her free time and Indara’s murder the obvious clue is that she did it, and when Yord comes in it makes perfect sense.

But then Osha is just… confused? And hurt? And upset that Yord, who knew her six years ago, whom she’s catching up with as you would with an old friend (noting that he graduated from Padawan to full-fledged Jedi), you want to believe that it’s an act.

She’s captured, she’s taken prisoner and it fits, everything fits. Then she doesn’t use the Force or escape and helps the other prisoner only to get betrayed and left for the dead.

The pieces don’t align, until the twin comes along. And then it fits so so well.

Because instead of the Jedi not believing in her and the story becoming her proving her innocence, the first person who really listens to her believes her. And then the rest of the council believes her too.

Suddenly the show isn’t about her righteous path to innocence and freedom, it’s the story of two sisters separated a long time ago, each believing the other was dead, now set on two opposing paths destined to collide once more.

It’s about the parallels of Osha and Mae and how the smallest difference in the past could have entirely inverted their lives and how the survival of one resides on the destruction of another.

It’s about the doom of a relationship between sisters. That’s fucking fascinating.

[vixenmulder]

Early Morning Comforts

Summary: Reader wakes up in bed with Yord. Very fluffy

Warnings: Kissing

Word count: 1500

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Y/N slowly drifts awake, her senses coming to life one by one. She becomes aware of a weight wrapped around her waist, holding her close. Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she takes a moment to orient herself. Realizing she's securely enveloped in Yord's embrace, a sleepy smile spreads across her lips.

Yord, still slumbering, had wrapped his arms tightly around her during the night, his chin resting comfortably on her shoulder. His breaths are warm and steady against her neck, gently stirring her hair.

As Y/N gradually becomes fully lucid, she takes stock of her surroundings. The morning sunlight filters softly through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm, golden light. The scent of Yord's skin mingled with the smell of freshly laundered sheets fills her nostrils, sending a shiver of affection through her.

She can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back, the slow rhythm of his heartbeat a soothing reassurance of his presence. His arms remain firmly wrapped around her, holding her close as if even in sleep he couldn't bear the thought of letting her go.

Y/N allows herself a moment to enjoy the feel of Yord's body against hers, his embrace offering a sense of comfort and security. She can feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against her back, the heat of his breath and the subtle scent of him enveloping her senses.

Y/N turns slightly, shifting so she can look up at Yord's face. His features are relaxed in sleep, the usual intensity of his expression replaced by a rare vulnerability. She can't help but smile at the sight, contentment flooding her chest.

His brow, usually creased in concentration, is now smooth and untroubled. His lips, usually pressed into a firm line, are parted slightly, forming an inviting curve. She can't help but find him impossibly handsome in this unguarded moment. The soft lines of his face, the dark lashes resting against his cheeks, and the slight pout of his lips. In this moment, he looks younger, almost boyish, without the usual weight of responsibility and seriousness that he carries as a Jedi knight.

As she looks at him, a warm affection fills her chest. She knows that this side of Yord - the gentle, caring one that most people never see - is strictly reserved for her. The thought fills her with a sense of privilege.

Tentatively, she reaches up and gently brushes a strand of hair away from his forehead. His skin is warm and smooth under her touch, and she finds herself fighting the urge to run her fingers through his hair.

Y/N's hand lingers on Yord's forehead, her fingertips tracing the contour of his brow before trailing down to cup his cheek. She's struck by the vulnerability he shows in sleep, a side of him normally hidden beneath his stoic exterior.

As her fingers brush against his skin, Yord's eyelashes flutter, and his eyes slowly open. He blinks blearily, disoriented for a moment before his gaze meets her's. A soft, drowsy smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he registers her presence in his arms.

Yord's eyes focus on her face, his gaze softened by sleep. His arm around her waist tightens slightly, pulling her closer to his chest as he fully wakes up. "Good morning," he mumbles, his voice gravelly and low.

Y/N can't help but grin at the sight of him, his usual stern demeanor temporarily replaced by a sleepy, affectionate expression. She props herself up on an elbow, her hand still resting on his cheek. "Hey," she replies, her voice equally soft.

Yord's gaze flickers to the hand on his cheek, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He turns his head slightly, nuzzling into her palm. "You're still here," he mumbles, his eyes drifting closed again.

Y/N's heart skips a beat at the sight, the simple gesture making her stomach flutter. She chuckles softly and quirks an eyebrow at his comment, her grin widening. "Where else would I be?" she teases, running her fingers lightly across his jaw.

Yord's hand moves lazily from her waist to rest on her hip, his fingers toying with the hem of her shirt. He studies her face, his gaze warm and gentle. He opens his mouth to say something, but instead gives a soft chuckle, his hand sliding under her shirt to rest against her bare skin. His touch is light and soothing, his fingers tracing a gentle path along her spine.

Y/N shivers slightly at his touch, her skin prickling with awareness. She leans in closer to him, her eyes sparkling with humor. "You thought I'd ditch you, huh?"

Yord's hand continues to roam over her side, his touch both possessive and comforting. "No no, I thought you might have slipped out of bed before I woke up," he admits, his voice still gruff with sleep.

Y/N chuckles softly, her hand coming up to thread through his hair. "And miss out on this?" she teases, giving his hair a gentle tug.

“Lay your head back down.” Yord says lightly, but Y/N shakes her head still looking at him “I don’t want to”

Yord pretends to pout, feigning offense at her words. "Hey, now. I thought I made for a pretty comfortable pillow."

Y/N laughs, her fingers continuing to card through his hair. "You did," she concedes. "But I like looking at your face too much to go back to sleep."

Yord's expression softens, his gaze warming at her words. He brings his hand up to cup her cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of her jaw.

As Yord's hand cups her cheek, his fingers brushing gently over her skin, there's an unmistakable tenderness in his touch. His eyes roam over her face, his gaze filled with a mix of affection and something more subtle, a quiet intensity that betrays his feelings.

"You’re beautiful." he murmurs, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw.

Y/N blushed and tried to turn away but Yord's hand slides up from her jaw to the back of her neck, gently tugging her down toward him. His lips find hers, the kiss soft and unhurried.

Y/N melts against him, all the playful banter replaced by something more intimate. Her hand moves from his hair to rest on the side of his neck, her fingers tracing his pulse point.

As their lips move together, the kiss deepens, their bodies shifting closer. Yord's arm around her waist tightens further, pulling her flush against his chest. His fingers splay out against her lower back, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath her shirt.

Y/N's hand slides up from his neck to caress his cheek, her touch light and feathery. She can feel the stubble on his chin scrape against her palm, a delightful contrast to the softness of his lips.

Y/N breaks the kiss for a moment, pulling back slightly to take a breath. But Yord doesn't let her get far, his hand at the back of her neck holding her firmly in place. He presses his forehead against hers, his breath warm against her lips.

"Stay," he murmurs, his voice low and rough. "Just a little longer."

Y/N nods, her eyes closing as she melts against him once more. Her body fits perfectly against his, the warmth of his skin seeping into hers. She presses a kiss to his jawline, then to his neck, her lips mapping out his skin. “Y/N?” He asks quietly.

Y/N groans, stirring in her sleep as she hears a faint voice calling her name. She's half-conscious, trying to hold onto the remnants of her dream.

"Y/N," the voice repeats, a little louder this time. "Wake up, you overslept."

She blinks her eyes open, slowly adjusting to the real world. Y/N sees a figure standing in the doorway of her room, the morning light silhouetting their form. As her vision clears, she recognizes her best friend Yord standing there.

"There you are," Yord says, both irritation and amusement in his voice. "Finally decided to rejoin the land of the living, huh?"

Y/N sits up in bed, rubbing her eyes groggily. "What time is it?" she mumbles, still half-asleep.

"Late enough that you missed breakfast," Yord replies. "And your alarms went off like crazy, but you slept right through them."

Y/N frowns, now fully awake and aware of her oversleeping. "Why didn't you wake me up earlier then?" she asks, her voice still laced with sleep, she ducked her head to hide her cheeks burning with embarrassment, his face reminding her of the dream she had.

Yord leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest. "I tried," he says, his tone nonchalant. "You were out cold. I wasn't going to risk getting my hand bitten off by shaking you awake."

Y/N groans again, flopping back onto her pillow. "Sorry," she mutters sheepishly. "I was having a dream."

Yord leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Must have been some good dream."

Y/N blushes lightly, remembering the details of the dream. She pushes the memory away, sitting back up. "Yeah, it was..." she trails off, a small smile tugging at her lips.

[anthony-crowleys]

POV: you're thinking about all the lost potential that The Acolyte had

[infpfindspeace]

Yord: You know, I was once arrested for being too cool 

Jecki, not impressed: Yeah, and the charges were dropped due to a lack of evidence