#yonvers fic

[etherealenigma]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

to the love @leightoningstrike because u inspired me, though I will never compare lol

[brielarsonist]

The Disappearance of the Girl

Carol Danvers/Yon-Rogg | 145K Words | Rated M | Abuse TW

After being suddenly kicked out of her home by abusive parents, Carol’s senior year at Hala High is off to a rough start. But her teacher and track coach, the ever-charming Yon Rogg, takes her under his wing, allowing her to move in with him in secret. For the first time in her life, Carol believes she has found a safe space with a trusted mentor who cares about her well-being. She has no way of knowing that Mr. Rogg will become one more name on the list of adults who have failed her.

For his part, Yon Rogg feels a moral obligation to keep Carol safe, all the while wrestling with his growing attraction to her. He would never even consider romantically pursuing a student… but Carol is different in so many ways. Feeling tormented by his desires and her reciprocation, Yon eventually gives in, starting down a selfish and disastrous path—one that will leave an innocent girl scarred in its wake.

[Read on AO3]

DISCLAIMER: This fic handles heavy topics of abuse. Links to resources for anyone struggling with domestic violence and/or sexual abuse are provided at the beginning of every chapter. Also, please be aware that Yon-Rogg is the abuser, so please do not read if that will be upsetting to you.

[coolbeansbuddyofmine]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

FIRST YONVERS FIC (im back on my mcu bs thank)

[ghostiddie]

The Dragon and The Star by @leightoningstrike

"I think, my lady, I have solved the riddle for why you have no mark."

"And why is that?"

"Because you have no heart,"

Carol Danvers x Yon-Rogg // Lady Knight AU

[etherealenigma]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

@wingedwhirlwind made me do it

Yonverinos, how we feeling?

[etherealenigma]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

chapter 2 of Signals of the Heart posted! :)

[etherealenigma]

For a fic I'm writing, a need a personality quirk for Yonrogg. Anyone got any ideas?

[etherealenigma]

New Fic Sneak Peak - Fictitious

Because finals are kicking my actual ass and I still wanna share something. I’ll probably finish this first chapter on the flight home next week. Three month winter break here I come!! Also no context because I love confusion and so do my professors mwhahaha

The grin plastered on Vers face hadn’t faltered since she stepped off the communion platform. After six years of dedicated training and low-level reconnaissance missions, blood, sweat, and tears, she was finally, finally going to see real active duty! She probably looked like a maniac on the tube, a spring in her step and cheer oozing from her pores, not entirely Kree like. Not that she cared, if they had worked their way from nothing, no house-title, no clan, no assets, no rank, to being a member of the most coveted military program in the entire empire, they’d be happy too! She had added the extra route of going to  downtown Hala after her communion to get some of her favorite Kree-fusion pastries. A small luxury she had gladly handed units over for. She had probably spent too much on the treats, evident by her balancing two boxes in one hand and a bag of other groceries in the other. She smiles a bit extra as she pulls out a plate to arrange the desserts, stealing a jelly filled biscuit as she opens the boxes. 

She turns her head over her shoulder as she hears the door swish open, “you’re home early.”

“I wanted to ensure that we’d be on time for dinner tonight, you know how my mother is about punctualness.” 

She snides at the comment, “more than anyone, it’s me you're talking to remember?”

He moves beside her and sets his bags on the countertop, grabbing a pastry for himself, “I see you stopped by Kû’vãrs, what’s the occasion?”

“Oh nothing, I was just in the neighborhood,” she says slyly, the smirk on her face evident even as she continues on her task of arranging the food. 

“The neighborhood that’s three stations past our stop?” he asks incredulously, leaning against the countertop.  

“Got off at the wrong stop, I guess,” she fibs, keeping herself mum by picking out another pastry. 

“Well,” he sighs sarcastically, “I guess the same goes for me.” He pulls out a bottle of expensive Kyrolorian Campagne only available at a small shop on the southside. She understands immediately.

“You knew?!” she says with her mouth still full but a wide smile on her face, slapping his shoulder playfully.

“I was one of the people who had to sign off!” Yon laughs, passing the bottle to her as he goes to grab a set of glasses from the cabinet.

“Well duh,” Vers says as she works the cork off, “but how’d you know it’d be today?”

“I had a feeling,” he smiles as she pops the cork. She fills their glasses in her typical fashion, heavy-handily and loosely. She settles herself in front of him and passes him a glass. 

“Aren’t you going to say it?” she asks on her tiptoes so they can be face-to-face.

“Say what?”

She slips her free arm around his shoulder, “I don’t maybe, ‘congratulations, Vers?”

He kisses her briefly, adding sincerely “congratulations, Vers. I knew you could do it.”

She drones, “I had a good teacher.”

He hums in agreement as she takes a step back, holding her glass in front of him for a toast.

“Any wise words, Mr. Starforce?” she snides friskily. 

“Don’t let it get to your head,” he warns lightly, but a tinge of sternness still seeps through, clinking their glasses. She waves him off. 

“Me? Of course not!” she sips at her wine before adding, “well, maybe just a little.”