C

"AHA, I FEEL SOMEONE APPROACHING TO MY RIGHT... OH HELLO, YOU MUST BE CORN!"

Papyrus beamed at Corrin, who awkwardly smiled and waved back. The Nohrian princess had recently began taking steps to familiarize herself with the inhabitants of the mansion, so far only gaining the attention of the already existing Fire Emblem representatives.

"Erm, Corrin. Hello there...Papyrus?"

"INDEED, I AM THE GREAT PAPYRUS!" he boasted, puffing out his chestplate as Frisk pushed a confetti popper. "HOW MAY I ASSIST YOU ON THIS FINE DAY OF SMASHING?"

"Ah, well...I-I'm a bit lost..." she mumbled, a faint blush across her cheeks. "I tend to wander in my sleep, you see."

"AH, YOU'RE A SLEEPWALKER! IT'S OKAY, LADY CORN...RIN, MY BROTHER SANS ALSO SLEEPWALKS! CONSTANTLY! ALMOST EVERY DAY!"

Corrin giggled at the skeleton's enthusiasm. "Heehee, that's nice to know."

"NO IT'S ACTUALLY PART OF A LIVING NIGHTMARE, BUT REGARDLESS! DO YOU HAVE A MOMENT, LADY CONRAD?"

Ah, Corrin internally grimaced. Is this going to be a running gag?

"I suppose I do, Papyrus."

"GREAT!" Papyrus doled out a large plate of spaghetti. "CAN YOU PLEASE TASTE MY NEW AND IMPROVED SPAGHETTI FORMULA? I MUST KNOW HOW OTHERS INTERPRET MY AWESOME COOKING!"

"Um, alright." Corrin chuckled, taking a bite out of the spaghetti. After chewing for a bit, she froze.

"SO, HOW IS IT?"

...

"LADY CORNROWS?"


B

"TODAY IS QUITE BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT FRISK!"

Frisk yawned, stretching out on the perfectly cut grass. "Yeah, it's nice..."

"YOU MUST BE TIRED FROM OUR BATTLES YESTERDAY, YOUNG LADY! SLEEP, AND THE GREAT PAPYRUS SHALL BRING US BACK SOME SUPPER!"

He enveloped Frisk in a tight hug before setting her back down. Getting back up, Papyrus turned around and promptly bumped into Corrin.

"OH, SORRY! MY TOWERING, MUSCULAR FRAME HID YOU FROM SIGHT, LADY CARLEEN!"

"I-Is it really that hard, Papyrus?"

"WHAT'S REALLY HARD? BESIDES MY BONE, OF COURSE! NYEH HEH HEH!"

Corrin's face turned an exquisite shade of red as a passing Little Mac snorted, stumbling over to a trash can to spit out his water.

"P-Papyrus?!"

"INTRIGUED! I SURE AM, CHECK IT OUT!" Papyrus exclaimed, summoning a particularly solid-looking femur. "IT'S A WORK OF ART, LADY CHLOROPHYLL, AND I'D LOVE FOR YOU TO TAKE IT! AS A FRIEND!"

Hiding her burning face behind long white locks, Corrin gently took the bone from Papyrus and muttered 'thank you', running off. The skeleton swore he saw wings sprout from Corrin's back before they disappeared just as quick.

"HMPH...HER FACE TURNED RED AS A TOMATO. PERHAPS I'LL PRACTICE HEALING MAGIC AGAIN AND TRY TO DIAGNOSE IT! YEAH, THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO!"


A

"C-Calm down, Corrin..." she breathed, twirling the hardy bone in her hand. Already she felt her face heating up from yesterday, recounting the rumors spread about her and Papyrus being an item. "You know he's quite...innocent..."

"HELLO CORNWALL!"

The Nohrian princess, graceful and skilled, let out an undignified screech and scrambled up onto her bed at the sight of Papyrus in her room.

"W-What are you doing here?! Why did you bring a bowl of...s-soup?!"

"ALL EXCELLENT QUESTIONS, MY FRIEND! THOSE BAGS UNDER YOUR EYES...YOUR REDDENED FACE...THAT LOUD SCREAM OF A HUNDRED BONES IN AGONY..." Corrin blushed, internally reassuring herself that the scream wasn't THAT loud. "THE TELLTALE SIGNS OF SICKNESS AND FATIGUE!"

Papyrus edged slowly closer, causing Corrin to curse the fact that her bed was right at the wall. Papyrus, setting the bowl down on her end table, effortlessly swiped the sheets from under her and tucked her in.

"W-Wait-"

"SHUSH. THE GREAT PAPYRUS HAS A VAST KNOWLEDGE ON TAKING CARE OF OTHERS, SO YOU ARE IN GOOD PHALANGES! HERE, SOME OF THAT...SOUP...STUFF. I PERSONALLY WANTED TO SUBSTITUTE SPAGHETTI FOR EVERYTHING, BUT MY OTHER FRIEND MARIO TOLD ME NOT TO."

Scooping up a generous spoonful, Papyrus held it out to her with a practiced gesture, kneeling. Corrin prayed to the Twin Dragons that no one else was there and ate it, eyes widening.

"Ah, it's really good!"

"THAT'S GREAT! HERE I THOUGHT MAKING ANYTHING BUT SPAGHETTI WOULD END IN HORRIBLE DISASTER LIKE NORMAL!"

"...?"

Papyrus continued to smile, but his eyes took on a sadder tone. "I NEVER REALLY TRIED TO MOVE OUT THIS...CULINARY COMFORT ZONE, YOU KNOW? I-I DIDN'T REALLY THINK THAT I COULD DO IT, TO BE HONEST WITH YOU. I'VE ALREADY HEARD THAT MY SPAGHETTI WAS, ERM, SUBPAR, SO WHY BOTHER?"

"Papyrus..."

"WELL, AT LEAST YOU LIKED THE SOUP. I WAS THINKING OF THAT EXPRESSION A FEW DAYS AGO...I GUESS IT REALLY WASN'T GOOD, HMM?"

Corrin said nothing, looking away. Papyrus let out a sigh, but refused to let his smile slip. Patting her hand, Papyrus got up and moved to leave.

"AH YES, PLEASE RETURN THE BOWL TO ME WHEN YOU'RE DONE, LADY COLGATE! I WILL SEE YOU PERHAPS ANOTHER TIME!"

Papyrus left the room and closed the door with a soft click.

"Papyrus..."


S

"Ah, Papyrus!"

Corrin waved as she got Papyrus' attention, the skeleton putting down his hedge trimmers to jog over to her with a bright smile.

"HELLO, FRIEND! HOW GOES IT?"

"It's fine, I just came to, um," she fumbled for a bit, producing a clean glass bowl. "Return this to you..."

"OH, THANKS! IF THAT'S ALL YOU NEEDED, YOU COULD'VE GIVEN IT TO FRISK! SHE SOMETIMES USES THE POTS AND BOWLS AS DRUMS!"

"Well I did come for something else..." Corrin muttered, running a hand through her hair.

"Papyrus, I'd like you to know that your soup yesterday? It was fantastic. A-And about the spaghetti, I was shocked because it was incredibly flavorful, more so than the food I've eaten in my homeworld. Papyrus, I'd like to ask you something."

"SURE, LADY CARMEN!"

"Can you...m-makemethisfoodeveryday?"

"...HUH? OH! WELL, I ALREADY COOK FOR ALL OF US!"

Corrin's blush grew to her ears as she produced a small black box. "No, Papyrus, I want your hand! In marriage!"

Papyrus stared at her.

She stared back.

Papyrus' cheekbones grew a soft orange blush as he jolted back.

"WOWIE, WHAT NOW?!"

"Papyrus, I know it's sudden, but your charm, the dedication, the warmth I feel from your heart...it's captured me. I've...f-fallen for you. I know, it's silly, but..."

"NO."

Her heart sank.

"IT'S NOT SILLY. BECAUSE I, THE GREAT PAPYRUS, WILL TAKE YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE!"

Her heart soared.

"HOW CAN I TURN DOWN A REQUEST SO PASSIONATE? IT IS TRUE, I KNOW NOTHING OF MARRIED LIFE," Papyrus blushed, putting gloved hands to his cheekbones. "BUT WITH YOU BY MY SIDE, LADY...CORRIN, I FEEL AS THOUGH I CAN SOLVE ANY PUZZLE!"

Corrin wrapped her arms around Papyrus' chest, nuzzling against his scarf. "Let us tell the others that the rumors are true," she purred contentedly.

"WITH ALL MY- NO, OUR HEART!"

"BECAUSE FOR AS LONG AS I LIVE, I SHALL LET ALL KNOW OF MY LOVE FOR YOU...MY DEAR WIFE."

Corrin and Papyrus attained support level S.


"so lemme get this straight, glover."

Sans looked up at Master Hand, sockets devoid of light. Pushing aside his regular bottle of ketchup in favor of a shot glass, he poured a potent beer in it before downing the entire thing in one swoop.

"my brother got married to an interdimensional dragon princess who's wrapped up in some pretty serious stuff, y'know. and you didn't tell me for two. weeks."

"Well, in my defense," Master Hand replied, turning slightly away. "I did not get notified of this a day after they were officially wed-"

"but you're god 'a that place, right? how do you not know that two of your fighters got married?"

"Um...busy schedule?"

Sans stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Inebriation leads to very poor decisions, Mr. Skeleton, so I implore that you not attack me while I'm not at full pow-"

"prepare to get dunked on in seventy different ways, mr. handy."


A/N: April Fools, it's only my 5th favorite crack pairing.