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Snow Flurries (Nightmare’s Gang AU) - Neverniko101 - Undertale (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

Wedding Day

Featuring: Swapfell Gold Sans "Wine" x You (Core)

Today was the day! After almost two years, you would finally be marrying the love of your life. The journey had not always been an easy or pleasant one, but now you could do the one thing you had been longing for ever since you had confessed your true feelings to your partner.

Funnily enough, your fiance was probably even more excited than you were about today. You had talked through "what if" scenarios on and off before, but when the legislation went through to legalize interspecies marriage, Wine's enthusiasm only grew more and more with each passing day. Indeed, he had all but insisted on planning out the whole ceremony, which made sense because he had always been good at that sort of thing.

It was a small affair, but that suited you two just fine. While Wine had a penchant for grandeur and large displays of power, he knew when to hold off when it counted. This was to be the first human-monster marriage since the whole race was freed from their underground prison after all, and what happened today would set the precedent for any future ceremonies to come.

Another reason you two had agreed to keep the wedding small was the fact that there just weren't that many guests to invite. Sure, Wine's brother would be there in support, but he did not have very many friends he wanted to be there. Despite this, the Monster Queen would be in attendance, as would the human ambassador who had freed their entire race. Although you had tried to tell yourself otherwise, this ceremony was a political one, especially since Wine still held a high rank in the Royal Guard. However, there would be a few other monsters attending as well, such as the Royal Scientist, the former Monster King, and a few plus ones, but you didn't mind since you were friends with most of them already.

As for you, it was a bit of a similar story. A few of your good friends were coming, in fact they had been overjoyed to be invited, but your family had declined when they learned who you would be marrying. It was not a huge surprise, since your parents had pitched a fit when they found out you were dating a monster a year ago, but you would have been lying if you said it didn't still hurt. The one good thing was that you were joining a new family, one who loved and accepted you for who you were, not for what you could do or whether you made them look good.

When the time for the ceremony began, it felt as though your heart had leapt into your throat. You promised yourself you wouldn't cry, but a small voice in the back of your head knew better. If you could just make through your vows, you would count it as a win, although in reality you were already winning. No matter what happened in the next few minutes, you would end the day married to the one you loved more than anyone else.

Wine was already waiting at the altar when you stepped into the auditorium. You remembered thinking that he had always looked good, but seeing him like this - dressed up in his full ceremonial guard uniform - you felt like you could admire him forever. His hands were folded behind his back and he stood tall, as if ready to take on the very world itself for you. The gold accents of his uniform gleamed under the lights and really brought out the scarlet pinpricks that rested in his sockets. Despite his rigid posture, there was a warmth to his presence that could be felt throughout the whole room, as if he was just barely suppressing the sheer joy in his soul to be here today.

Your outfit wasn't a traditional wedding suit or gown, but something more fitting for this unprecedented event. You wore a dress shirt with lace detailing, smart-looking slacks, and a loose cloak with a gold clasp. Your normally shoulder length hair had been plaited and tied back into a sort of wreath encircling your head. Your makeup wasn't anything too over the top, but it brought out your ebony eyes and made your warm sepia skin glow beneath the lights. You felt good, like you could let loose and have a little fun, but still seem sophisticated and elegant at the same time.

Wine's permanent smile only seemed to widen the moment his eyelights landed on you. He couldn't seem to tear his gaze away either as you made your way down the aisle to stand by his side. Truly, if he was the happiest monster in the world today, then you were the happiest human as well.

"Well Now," he purred in a voice that was meant for you and you alone as the pianist wrapped up the refrain. "I Was Beginning To Wonder If You Might Stand Me Up, But I Have Never Been More Glad To Be Wrong, My Paramore."

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(Warning- LONG.)

Killer Sans is the type of person to put the most god awful characters on the hear me out cake or even put one of the Sanses in the room on the cake as a joke

Color Sans would actually have reasonable hear me out characters but one out of all of them is gonna be the most confusing thing ever

Nightmare Sans would refuse to print out pictures (because he doesn’t know how) and just draw one singular person on the cake with his finger into the icing, and this fictional crush is a person from a ye old ancient scroll

Horror would pull out the most shocking, horrifying, scandalous hear me out, like something nobody expected, and act like it was normal

Ink would put himself on the hear me out cake (self love babbbyyyy)

Dream would say ‘MY WORD! WHAT IS THIS TOMFOOLERY YOU ALL ENGAGE IN? THY PEOPLE ARE FOOLS!’ And dramatically gasp then gallop away on a toy horse like a medieval king

I believe that a masterpost of all Stardust Sans-related posts/reblogs is necessary now. The posts listed below are in semi-chronological order by when they were posted; however, I will break that order to put stuff at the top if I think it's really important. This will be signified by all caps.

A MESSAGE I WANT TO SHARE

A MEME THAT CONTAINS A TRUTH

RELEVANT REBLOG OF A REBLOG

UPDATED STARDUST SANS REDRAW DESIGN (ft. A new background and marketable plushie Stardust)

DETAILS ABOUT STARDUST SANS

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME #8

ASKBOX RESPONSE ABOUT STARDUST #6

SLICE OF THE RAGTAGVERSE (#1)

STARDUST SANS'S THOUGHTS ON AU SANS/PAPYRUS (The list of those most relevant to him)

STARDUST SANS'S THOUGHTS ON AU SANS/PAPYRUS (PART 2)

NEW VOIDSTARD EXPLANATION POST

LAST RESORT (A literary Stardust adaptation of Murder!Sans's rationalization to increase his LOVE)

THE FIRST FRATRICIDE (A short scene that I wrote)

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME! #1

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME #2

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME #3 + 4

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME #5 + 6

STARDUST SANS FUN FACT TIME #7

STARDUST SANS X READER: GENERAL STUFF

Proto Stardust Sans (akin to a beta design)

Stardust Sans's first official design

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #1 (mildarka)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #2 (returntosunder) (<- new account is edentornasunder)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #3 (alcordipper)

Stardust Sans Fanart (from ravenmccookies)

Stardust Sans Fanart (from cafeketo)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #4 (rryurei)

Incorrect Quotes With Stardust Sans! (feat. Murder Time Trio)

Post about my Google Photos Album of Stardust Sans art

Guest appearance on daily-dusttale (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #5)

Request from cafeketo to alcordipper

Talking about shipping Stardust Sans with Fell Sans (Contains an outdated ship name. Their current ship name is Voidstard)

Stardust Sans Redraw Design

Askbox Response about Stardust #1 (Canineverse pt. 1)

Askbox Response about Stardust #2 (Canineverse pt. 2)

Askbox Response about Stardust #3

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #6 (rexfordus)

A Glow In The Void, by totallynotavampir3 (Stardust Sans x Reader that I sent a writing request for)

Coincidentally finding another Sans named Stardust

Dreamcatcher (Sans OC) and what Stardust would think of them (Askbox Response)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #7 (crosshq)

Requesting Voidstard Art #1 (papirussian) (the first reblog is chronologically here, but I've linked to the latest reblog I've made. Please read papirussian's post before reading my reblogs)

Askbox Response about Stardust #4 (ft. Plushie-fied Stardust Sans with different eyelight design)

Stardust Sans Fanart (from saltyfryz)

Requesting Voidstard Art #2 (hold-please-hyperfixating)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #8 (dust-uppy) (ft. Chiikawa-style Stardust and a nice animation meme)

Askbox Response About Stardust #5

Coincidentally finding yet another Sans named Stardust (through the first encounter with another Stardust)

Requesting Voidstard Art #3 (kitkat3854)

Requesting Voidstard Art #4 (rev0lver006)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #9 (endercreep25)

Requesting Stardust Sans Art #10 (applekrsp)

Post about my Google Photos Album of Voidstard art

Requesting Voidstard Art #5 (buggyrulez)

Dust and Stardust's Staring Contest (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #11) (nightmaresabsolutesimp)

A Misunderstood Meeting With X!Tear (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #12) (marisunshine903)

An Awkward Meeting With A-Sans (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #13) (meowzcw)

Requesting Voidstard Art #6 (ikanin)

Render Practice (Reblog) (kwatanghulu)

Requesting Voidstard Art #7 (cuppug)

An Assumptive Meeting With Medi Sans (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #14) (perihelion-of-the-night)

A Christmas Askbox Response (ft. impromptu official Christmas Party AU design for Stardust Sans)

An Unexpected Rectifying Meeting With Memory Sans (aka Requesting Stardust Sans Art #15) (bawmbo)

2026 (Late) Birthday Art

Neko Sans AU-style Stardust Sans (drawn by me)

daily-dusttale Guest Appearance 2.0 (AUpril 2026 Day 19 Alt. + Day 20 Prompt)

Stardust Sketch (Reblog) (creatorsdaystar)

How would the edge of a multiverse look? Could an edge even exist in theory, perhaps it could. If it did how would it look? Maybe bright and swirling, or it loops back around on itself, but then it wouldn’t be the ‘edge’ would it…

Perhaps, it’s dark. Quiet. Where the land starts to crumble and rivers of grey flow into the abyss defying physics, up and down. Their flow is not infinite and not that of liquid, scattering into dust that reaches for the darkness.The solid fragments of rock host pastel crystals that incase souls, pulsing and glowing with static energy, nowhere to go and nothing to host them. A sea of stagnant souls shining as if they were stars. 

The silent peace is broken by nothing but a singular figure, cloaked by a hat hemmed with string cascading to the ground and broken by a singular limb, brandishing a tool, shining and gold against the sky sea. The head turns and tassels sway, light from a singular eye shines through the dark strands. A slash of gold-

“INK! Ink! Have you been listening to me at all?!” A golden glove waves in front of his face as he opens his eyes, the vision breaking as the feeling of the ceiling beneath him, hard and rough, comes rushing back, “You haven’t been listening! Ink, this is important.” Dream’s voice rings in his ears and he feels his face scrunch.

Expressions have always felt off after coming out of a deep thought, emotions in general, but they feel so wonderful in his bones, bright and real and- green? No, orange? Maybe. He looks down, or up- he’s upside down, why should it matter? Checking his sash, ah, red and green, that makes sense.

“Oh why do I even try with you?!” Oh perfect! Dream’s leaving- stomping off oh… 

He scrambles spinning in the air as his limbs flail and he lands on the floor with a thunk, “Wait, Dream! I’ll listen this time, I swear!” Scrambling to his feet he almost gets lost in the texture of the wooden floor, the dents and grooves- no, Dream. One foot in front of the other he chases after the taller yellow skeleton, “C’mon, I promise!” 

“I have told you three times now, Ink.” Dream turns to face him, eyelights dull, “We can try again tomorrow, you have other things on your mind right now…”

It takes a moment but then his scarf is in his hands soft and covered in notes, dark ink decorating the brown fabric, he loves it, NO, words. Read the words. He scours the scribbles and notes, his name, favourite food, which colour correlates to what emotion, but nothing about Dream talking to him just now… Just the vision, The edge of the multiverse, it felt so real, like he could touch it. But when he looks up to talk to Dream again, his companion is gone.

He could find the guardian easily, if he wanted to… But there’s something more important on his mind, etched into his bones, new and undiscovered. He has to find it, he has to get there. Just where is it?! Inky portals only seem to be able to get him so far in the doodlesphere, but he can get anywhere, right? He’s the protector of au’s. He can get anywhere.

Just not there apparently.

He stops, floating in the golden sea, blue, red and orange pouring down to swirl around him as he catches his breath. It has to be somewhere. He stares up, up, up into the golden infinite of the doodlesphere, broken by islands and pouring colours, the worlds that he protects, and black?

No, dark purple. He sits up, staring at the dark smudge infecting his bright sanctity. It’s wrong. But oh, oh so so right. 

If only swimming through air was possible he’d be moving faster but his blasters top speed will have to do, no wind rushes past his skull, there is none to do so, but the growing darkness is a hint enough that he’s going in the right direction. The paint buckets start to empty becoming less and less as the islands begin to crack, more, more the further he goes, until one is fractured in half before him and his feet touch the fragile ground.

No crystals of souls yet but a river of dust flows upwards before his eyes, He can’t help but to reach out and touch it, it flows past his fingers, not a liquid. No, it’s dust. Monster dust. Pulling his hand away he stares at the residue on his bones, feeling it under his thumb. It’s coarse, no different to normal monster dust, rough and wrong between his phalanges, yet without the weight of LV tainting it. He wipes his hand on his trousers and hops back on his blaster.

Winding between dustfalls and broken rock, the gold of the doodlesphere is lost behind him as his search continues, but specks of souls in the distance beckon him forward, keeping him moving. He has to find him. Must find them. He must understand and learn.

He lands again, unstable ground beneath his feet again, there’s a thin layer of dust beneath his feet now, not an unusual feeling in his line of work. But before him, tall and strong stands a crystal enclosure, lavender in colour and holding three souls. Two monster, one human. The latter being a bright perseverance purple, all three pulsing as if alive, just with no body for their power. Nothing to puppet.

He once again reaches out, enamoured. The crystal sparkles at his touch and he understands, it is a protector just as he is. An inanimate one, yes, but another protector none the less. He backs off, never one to interrupt another's work. Either way, he has one more discovery to make. A final destination so he can fully understand. To his blaster once more.

The further he goes the more the landmasses crumble and the souls shine. They have to be somewhere. There was someone here. There is someone here.

It’s been hours, no, minutes..? He doesn’t know, but he needs a break. Landing on another crumbling island he hops off his blaster, giving her a pet and a head bonk as a thank you. There is more dust beneath his feet than before, like sand off a beach, three more crystal benefactors stand, hosting souls and colours of their own, yellow, pink and red, determined red. A fraction of the red fractal has broken off and is floating nearby, so he grabs it expecting hard rock, but he finds the inside to be squishy and plush. Like ecto or jelly. A smile crinkles his eyes as he pokes at it.

“You aren’t meant to be here, protector.” A voice behind him rings out through the silence, a voice… a voice! He whips around only for a figure to be looming over him, obscured by black cords dangling from a wide brimmed hat. His smile crinkles further.

“I found you! Well- you found me… but you’re real! I knew you were. Who are you?! What is this plac-” he’s cut off, blinking a few times as a finger is shoved against his teeth, silencing him. 

The figure retracts his arm and glides to the red crystal, taking out their tool, an intricate golden chisel, and starts to whittle away at the colourful rock. Speaking as they do, “I have no name. But you may call me Promise or whatever you wish.” Promise carefully extracts a soul from the crystal, holding it in their hands as they turn back to him. “Magic, like matter, cannot be created nor destroyed, just stored. I cultivate it.”

They release the soul and he can’t help but stare as it breaks and scatters, Promise blows the remnants in the direction of the doodlesphere before it can reform, and a new universe carves itself into his bones. Full of potential and pouring red paint for his later use. “...I’m going to call you Promise! Promie for short!” A grin stretches back onto his face and he cocks his head to the side.

Promise sighs and turns with a swift motion, taking off from their current island with nothing more than a small push from their foot, there is a flash of gold boots beneath the darkness of their hat before Ink is flung backwards, backwards, backwards. Dark indigo is quickly infected by bright yellow before he’s slammed into an island, breath knocked from his chest by the impact and vision blurred from the sudden brightness.

The small skeleton surrounded by unending gold is left breathless and blinking as his thoughts race and vision clears. “Promie… how wonderful.” No one hears his words, but a new universe is springing to life, a new waterfall of red in the sky of buckets and doors. Now with a known source.

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