It was two weeks after Cross had proposed to you, several preparations having to be at up while selecting few people to come to the wedding for just close friends and family as well as decorations around the venue they had gotten for this special day. Today was a wonderful day for the both of you, and you were overjoyed from the moment he said those words to still now as the stylist fixed up your clothes and face. However there was something different that you wanted to tease Cross for later, so you had changed up the outfits…

You finally exited the dressing room with a warm smile as you walked up the runway to stand at the end of the venue to wait for your soon to be husband. Moments later, Cross came out with Papyrus having his arm out with the shorter brother hanging onto it as he was sprinkled darkly with purple blush from wearing the dress you had picked out. Even Papyrus and a few others from the group had stifled laughter clear in their face.

Cross had on a long dress that reached down to the floor, elegant black sides that flowed with the smooth fabric while the rest was covered in dainty white as the top corset was a complimenting gradient of purple. The skeleton stood across from you when you reached the stepping plate, Papyrus going back to a seat as the officiant started his usual speak serenely.

“Did you have to make me wear this hun? I love you and all, however I’m gonna be a laughing stock…”

Cross uttered to you in a hushed tone, a faint tone of purple still highlighting his skull as his eyelights glanced to the others with a grimace before looking back at you with a softened look.