Marissonshipping One-Shots

Small crossover

Crossover with Golden? Your own novel?

Are you kidding me, Kheya (that's me!)??

No.

I'm not.

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Mairin looked back at the dummy in front of her, it's limp body torn by blows from her three-pointed shield.  Multiple scars littered her body, her ripped, brown clothing hadn't been washed, and was covered in mud. Looking back, she spotted Mustapha. His tall figure graced past. His ginger hair ragged. He wore a large, dark red coat, an orange shirt tucked into white pants. His presence demanded respect. Behind her dictator, was his apprentice. Possum. Her bright, pink hair flew in breeze. They looked so overweight in comparison to the skinny, frail bodies of their subjects. She sighed. It was awkward. She pretended to not have the name she had. She had faked her name, saying it was Chestnut. She didn't know why.

The breeze blew calmly near the small settlement. Maybe one, maybe two miles away from  Doritrian. Alain stared out. His spear caught neatly in a cobra, the venom dripping onto the sharp, stone edge. It had only been a few days since Doritrian had sent a raid to the small, rouge village Alain lived in. She had been in it. He blushed just thinking about her. She was the only survivor, all because of him. He spared her. He had realized she was so very young... despite him being a rouge, he was very noble. He refused to kill, especially teenagers his age.

"Find whoever killed my patrol. Murder them immediately." Mustapha snarled. Mairin bowed down to him before rushing off.

"Someone is attacking! Alain, look at the border." Alain didn't hesitate one nanosecond. He easily sprinted towards the border.

Mairin found him. In an instant, she attacked. He easily stepped aside, and before she knew it, she was on the ground, hands tied behind her back.
"Why don't you just murder me, rouge?" She angrily growled. Alain's soft chuckle made her question him even more. "D-don't you dare-"
"You know, such small clothing in battle only gives more room for injury." Alain laughed.
"Do not change subject!" She snapped, making Alain jump back.
"Hey, there. Your lucky I was sent on the patrol. You would've been captured and used to pl- get information..." Alain uttered in response. "But I let you go. Unlike your... 'Mustapha' I'm noble."
"You're going to die by my bare hands..."
"How? Their tied." Alain picked her up. "C'mon now, we'd better get home."
"What?!" Mairin yowled. "Y-your a rouge! You are supposed to kill?!"
"Can... you stop that? I'm being nice, alright?" Alain sighed gently, dragging Mairin to the small settlement.
"Fine... I guess I'll give you a chance..."

Ten or so years later, when Doritrian and Amber became one again, and all rouges were accepted as allies...

"I've never seen anything like this..." Alain muttered, before looking back at his wife. He could tell Mairin's joy couldn't be contained anymore.
"Neither have I! I never remembered Doritrian being one to surrender!" Mairin laughed. Fiery booms lit up the sky, thousands of different colors shone everywhere. Alain pulled Mairin closer.
"I'm glad I was sent to fight you all those years ago..." Alain muttered, kissing his beautiful lady on the cheek.
"Me too."