Traitors and The Faithful

The Price of Peace

(A/N) My original plan for this was to make it a three-shot, but I incorporated a lot of my notes and ideas for this story into Bride of The Stars, such as the Kree wedding. Instead, this story is just gonna be a place for me to put one-shots based on Carol/Vers and Yon-Rogg being married. They're all tied in but they won't be linear. This story is technically done but I may add to it in the future if my muse strikes.

Takes place one month before Chapter 1

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He missed her.

Yon-Rogg traced the tattoo on his wrist, two intricate, silver stars nestled between the curves of a backwards S, stardust scattered in between. They were the symbols of the house of Rogg and the star that his wife had designed for herself, as she had no family of which to speak. The tattoo was a symbol of their marriage, forever seared into their flesh. Looking at it now filled him with longing.

He had been away from Vers for far too long. His latest mission had sent him to the far reaches of the galaxy, keeping him occupied for five ungodly months. He had never had qualms with long missions before - he had always enjoyed the opportunity to see new places - but since Vers had left his team and Starforce to aid Mar-Vel in her research, they had become difficult. Every moment parted from her felt like a thousand drawn out years. It was agonising and left him feeling hollow. He always worried about her while he was away, knowing her trouble-making nature. The Collective only knows what mischief she had been up to since his departure.

Now he was home on Hala, standing in front of his bedroom door. It was late and Vers was asleep, curled up on his side of the bed. He smiled before entering the room, staying quiet so as not to wake her as he changed into his sleepwear. He noted with a hint of annoyance that his shirt was missing, leaving him shirtless. It was only when he slipped under the quilts and delicately wrapped his arms around his wife that he realised she had opted to wear his nightshirt to bed.

He smiled fondly, embracing her more tightly and savouring the warm feeling that she stirred inside of him. Now that they were together again, he finally felt complete. He fell asleep easily that night. It wasn't until early dawn that her squirming awoke him.

"You're back," Vers muttered sleepily. "Took you long enough."

"I'm fine, thanks for asking," Yon-Rogg mumbled into her hair.

Vers wiggled around so that she could tuck her head into his chest.

Seeing her in the morning light, Yon-Rogg couldn't resist placing a tender kiss on her neck, then another and another. He worked his way up to her ear, biting her earlobe.

"Since it's morning, how about... we do... some... training," Yon-Rogg said between kisses. Training was the last thing on his mind.

"I don't really feel like going to the gym," Vers said with an exaggerated yawn. "Sleep is much better. You can go train by yourself if you want."

"Alright then," Yon-Rogg replied casually, shrugging his shoulders.

He moved to leave the bed but Vers quickly snared her arms around him, preventing him from leaving.

"You can train later. Stay."

"Oh, I don't know Vers. I have quite a lot of work to do."

Vers humphed, scowling at him. "Fine then." She let go of him and wiggled over to the other side of the bed, stealing the covers as she went and coiling them around herself like a freshly rolled leafy-bun. She kept her back to him, pointedly ignoring him. "Go ahead. See what I care. I'm used to you neglecting me."