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spidernana · 2 years

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The Seeds We Sow, Act II

Thank you so much @ikustioa for commisioning me, and for your understanding with how long it took ^^; I hope you'll enjoy this.

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The radio switched off with a clink of the keyring hanging from the ignition switch, leaving in it and the car engine's rotations absence noticeably and heavily quiet. Night was falling, outside the small, dusty car, the aged but pleasant glow of the antique street lamps and string lights marching their way down the central street of Kingston casting everything they touched in a warm, golden glow, and in the driver's seat of said car, Frisk laid her forehead against the upper curve of her steering wheel, staring intently at the zeroed out speedometer on the dashboard.

Before her on the sidewalk she'd just parked against, newly returned from another day of hard but fulfilling work at the farm, stood the town's general store, its classically warped windowpanes clean, full of the remains of the day's pastries, and spilling the light within on passing evening strollers and swaying, blooming buttercups. It welcomed her, beckoning with more than just the sale posters pinned neatly to the corkboard mounted beside the entrance and the large welcome sign hung over the door, but she couldn't seem to move from her seat at all, her hands locked immovably around the steering wheel before her and her mind turning over and over, trying to convince her to switch the car back on and drive on home.

It wasn't necessary, after all... they were going to make as much of a fuss as she had with the comb they'd given her, and rightly so. She could hear them already, lecturing her about giving them presents on her own birthday.

The thought made her chuckle fondly, a warm smile cracking her nervous contemplation of the unmoving display in front of her. She'd never been all that great at birthdays, really, and she hoped to excuse the oddity of her offerings in such a manner. She just... the gift of the comb now sitting prettily in the nicest jewelry box she'd been able to find had moved her so much, and her paltry thanks had been so incredibly insufficient in comparison. All she'd had to give back was a tatty ribbon and a few chaste kisses, and leaving it at that had honestly been keeping her up at night, despite their gratefulness.

Frisk's cheeks flushed lightly, her smile turning from amusement to reticence. And grateful they'd been indeed... it seemed to her, perhaps wishfully, that they'd grown even closer in the handful of days that had passed, an unspoken but wistful longing in the quiet times they would sit together with her now. Sans kept finding reasons to work in the same areas as she was, was waiting up for her in the mornings and walked her back to her car in the evenings, and today had reached out to hold her hand in his while watching the newly hatched chicks explore their enclosure.

She could still feel the rough bone against her palm, his phalanges laced between hers and his thumb stroking slow circles on the back of her hand... how reluctant he'd been to let her go to part ways.

And Saejun... well. He was the same as ever, if perhaps a little quieter. He'd been lost in thought more often, the past few days, wandering into his own mind during conversations and sheepishly apologizing after having to be removed from it... she'd caught him watching her more than once, too, with a heaviness and an intensity to his gaze that she couldn't put a name to but which never failed to make her heart beat faster. He always had some excuse to give for the looks, a joke and the chuckle she loved so much moving them away from the subject of his staring, and everything would be back to normal within moments.

Frisk had worried all Monday afternoon if her gift of the ribbon would change things between them. She... well, she wanted them to change, for the better with any luck, but she'd fretted over if he would pull back instead, if, despite the signals she was so sure she was getting from him, she'd driven him off. The fear was only compounded when she'd seen his gardening hoe leaned against the porch railing that evening, missing the bow she'd tied around it; it was silly to assume he'd have been able to keep it on and work at the same time, but her heart had sunk at the sight... and had only sunk further when he'd told her he had something he needed to give back to her before she left for the night, so solemn that his voice was nearly as deep as Sans'.

She'd considered hiding for the rest of her life if he gave her back the ribbon, standing there on the welcome mat trembling like a leaf and so embarrassed she was flushed beet red... but after standing silently in place in his doorway for an incredibly long moment, one of his hands in his pocket as though to withdraw something from it and his sockets locked with hers, Saejun had instead reached out to the table beside the door and pressed a book she was certain wasn't hers into her hands, making some pun she hadn't been able to process in her utter relief (thank the stars...) before saying his goodbyes and retreating inside.

He hadn't said a word about the occurrence since. The oddity of it had bothered her greatly, something the approximate size and weight of an elephant now left unsaid between them... but she'd decided to simply let it lie, at least until an appropriate time arose to mention it.

When that would be, she had no idea. She just hoped she'd know it when it came.

Whatever the case was in regards to the ambiguity of the ribbon and where it had left her and the older skeleton monster, there still remained the question of what to get Sans. It didn't sit well with her that she'd seemed to favor Saejun, hoped to hell and back that he didn't think she was playing favorites (she wasn't, she really wasn't, she just hadn't been able to think of anything worth as much as the comb to her, in either sentiment or actual value)... it had only been this evening, honestly, that she'd finally thought of something, sunnily happy from the way he'd lingered, as he'd said goodbye, the lingering feeling of his hand on her lower back as he'd helped her into her car.

She wasn't sure what he'd think of it, he wasn't really a jewelry kind of guy... but she couldn't conceive of anything better.

She'd been utterly consumed by the idea all the way back to town, watching the sun set over the rolling hills and light the wispy clouds aflame with satisfied contentment... and had then frowned to herself, guilt stabbing at her. She couldn't just bring Sans a gift and bring Saejun nothing, how rude would that be? She'd need to get him a little something too, then, no hardship in that... but then she'd have gotten Saejun two things and Sans only one. She'd get him a small thing too.

Which still left the balance a little off, saying nothing of the mystery of what to pick out for them and how ridiculous she felt trying to ensure neither of the monsters felt snubbed (why would they, they were just presents, no matter what they secretly meant to her), and had left her sitting here in front of the general store in the falling night, the shadows of flitting moths darting across the hood of her car as they gathered around the lamps lighting the street. She could hear crickets starting to chirp, and somewhere down the street, a car horn beeping jovially at someone on the sidewalk in greeting.

Why did this have to be so difficult...

Frisk sighed, bouncing her forehead lightly against the steering wheel in the hope that it would offer some sort of decision, since she seemed incapable of making it herself. It didn't, remaining taciturnly silent, and she sighed again in defeat, clenching her eyes shut to accumulate as much determination as possible before, at last, pulling her keys from the ignition, kicking her car door open, and forcing herself out of the vehicle entirely.

“Come on, Frisk. There's no going back now,” she murmured to herself as she straightened from the uncomfortable bend she had kept her spine in for what must have been at least half an hour, brushing her jeans as though anything but a good wash could rid them of the stains they'd accumulated, and set her jaw as she slammed her door shut a little too hard (she waved apologetically to beetle monster marching past, but he only waved jovially back, unbothered by the noise) and clomped her way up the cement incline to the shop's front door.

It opened on lovingly greased hinges, accompanied by the pleasant jingling of a bell and a waft of baked sugar, and drew the attention of the shopkeeper immediately, her long ears raising themselves and her doe-like brown eyes alighting on Frisk with a quickness and friendliness that instantly set her warring heart at ease.

“Well, Miss Frisk! What a pleasant surprise, and so late in the evening at that. Got that shipment of mint tea you were wondering about just this morning, if you were still interested?” the rabbit monster enthused from where she had been sweeping the neat, lacquered wood floor, leaning her paws on the handle of her broom and smiling both broadly and genuinely, and Frisk paused for a moment, so thrown off from her former pique that she drew a blank, blinking and cast adrift. She regained her head a moment later, though, and returned the smile fixed on her readily as she closed the shop door behind her and cast her eyes around the store she had just entered, the warm glow of the lamps hung from the rafters dusting all beneath their touch with a golden sheen.

Beside the square counter at the center of the shop, on which stood an antique cash register that she had never seen used, was a mannequin bearing one of Bonnie's handmade dresses, surrounded by bolts of fabric and skeins of yarn; a tall, gangly monster that seemed to be made completely of wood and leaves was looking over the baskets of buttons and threads spaced among the fabrics curiously. Several other monsters made their way among the handmade, wooden shelving units that sat in neat rows around the main showroom floor, displaying their wares in just as neat columns and stacks and bundles. Against one of the walls, wrought metal bins lined with plaid fabric offered up fruits and vegetables grown only a few miles away from the dell the town lay within; against the other, gleaming counters and their glass display windows stood empty, this time of the evening, the meat and pastries that they usually contained stored away for the night. A stout rock monster inspected one of the rakes hanging among the other farming tools set against the back wall, and from the toy section, beneath a drooping bit of old fisherman's netting strung with fairy lights and glittering stars, there came the tinkling of a music box being wound, likely spun in the hand of one of the other patron's children.

Frisk's smile grew more fond, as she looked around herself and waved back to those that caught her eye and greeted her jovially, her heart filled with the sheer rightness of it all for the thousandth time since she'd come to the little town set in the shadow of the mountain. She shook away her wandering thoughts fully, and made her way to where Bonnie, the owner and proprietor of the shop, stood awaiting her reply.

“I absolutely am! Thank you so much for doing that for me, I know it can be a bother. I'll buy the whole case, so you don't lose out on your profit,” she promised as she drew closer to the rabbit monster, but before she'd even finished talking, Bonnie had raised a paw in denial, shaking her head and tutting.

“I won't hear it, ma'am, wouldn't ask it and won't accept it. It's a pleasure to be able to bring in the things that people desire, just to see the smiles on their faces. Especially yours, if you'll pardon me... you work twice as hard as any human any of us have ever known. You grace us by living among us. Consider it a thank you, for everything you've done and will do,” she insisted stubbornly, clearly ready for a fight if it came to it, but Frisk only held up her hands and let out a conceding laugh.

“Alright, alright, I'll accept that. I'll just make sure to come in and buy it a little bit at a time~” she teased, one hand on her hip and a clever smile on her tanned, still slightly dusty face, and Bonnie could only huff at that, picking her broom back up to sweep at the already spotless and gleaming pine floorboards.

“Wiseass,” she sniped goodnaturedly, sending the human girl a wink to show just how harmlessly she meant it (Frisk was fully aware, only chuckling to herself), then jerked a thumb towards the door that hid the storerooms from the public's view. “Need me to fetch it now, or you got more shopping to do?”

“Got a couple other things to get. Won't be but a minute, I promise,” Frisk replied, already striding towards the racks at the rear of the shop, and left Bonnie to her self-appointed task with gusto, eyes set on the farming tools she knew neither Saejun nor Sans would need. She still had no idea what to get for either of them, as her... makeup gift? Could she call it that? She was going to have to, she couldn't think of anything less stupid for her overarching attempt at gift giving...

She trailed back and forth along the aisle for a few moments, humming negatively at just about everything she stopped to look at or picked up from the endcaps of the shelves beside it, until, with a sigh and a rub of her fingers to her temple, she gave up on the errand entirely and started to stump her way back up to the front of the shop, berating herself for her own foolishness the entire way. She chanced a look at the aisle she was walking down as she did so, nothing more than a cursory and offhand glance, and nearly tripped over her feet when she saw the gathering of gloves, hats, knee protectors, and various bric-a-brac that accompanied the art of gardening.

One thing in particular jumped out at her from among it all, something she had given thought to before but had forgotten until just this moment, and as she turned to face the display, her hands reached out to take the item from its hook without even thinking, rubbing the material between her fingers dotingly. The vibrant green of the neckerchief reminded her inexplicably of Saejun's magic, and of the threadbare state of the one he wore every day... she could already see it tied neatly around his neck, a verdant accompaniment to his crooked smile, the warm glow of his sockets, the drawl of his accent-

The touch of his hand against her cheek, bared bones smoothed from centuries of living and hard work and tender care, his breath warm against her lips as he leaned in so close, so temptingly...

The deftness of those hands as he untied his new kerchief from around his neck to tie it around her eyes, his palms smoothing along the curves of her body, his breath a whisper against her bared skin, his voice lilting into a teasing chuckle.

“always loved the look of that blush on you, darlin'... 'specially when it's the only thing you're wearin'~”

Another length of material wrapped gently around her wrists, restricting her from reaching out to touch him in return, and the softest of kisses was pressed to the length of her neck, the solid form of Sans pressing to her back as his hands joined Saejun's in their exploration of her body, his bones just a little rougher from the hardness of his life. It was a pleasant roughness, though, accompanied by the fact that it was him, and when he turned her head to tease a kiss against her parted lips, she whined aloud at not being allowed to lean into him, thrashing from the simultaneous attention she was receiving.

“you work so hard to take care of us. let us take care of you,” he murmured in response, his voice rumbling deep in the chest pressed to her back, and she could only obey, trembling earnestly as their hands wandered her form and their bony lips traversed her throat, her cheeks, everywhere but where she wanted them most. They gloried in their teasing, the tiny sounds they drew from her in both frustration and pleasure-

“Just his color, I think. Saejun has always been fond of green. Perhaps the blue, for Sans? He does seem a little 'blue' every now and then, ahaha~”

Frisk, pulled very abruptly from the very vivid daydream she had been caught up in, nearly choked on her gasp of surprise, pulling away from the display of gardening paraphernalia and dropping the handkerchief she had been, without even realizing, rubbing against her cheek. Her eyes, wide as saucers in her shock, flew around herself to find who had interrupted her wandering thoughts (stars, her heart was beating out of her chest), and found the culprit standing just a little bit away down the aisle, smiling around gently pointed fangs and regarding her from over the edges of a pair of reading glasses, perched on the very edge of her snout.

The goat monster staring her down was a graceful being, despite her size (well over six feet tall, and built heavily as well), her pure white fur well brushed and her paws folded daintily through the handles of a shopping basket; her flowing purple dress was handmade, and exquisite for it, completely untouched by the flour and sugar that she, as the town's baker, usually was surrounded by. Frisk was fairly well acquainted with her, as she was with everyone that lived within Kingston, well enough to know she very much disliked her much more formal title of queen.

That one was a really long story, and one she still took the side of the town's floral shop owner on.

“Mrs. Dreemurr! I didn't... I wasn't...” Frisk fumbled the moment her breath returned to her, hurriedly stooping to retrieve the neckerchief from the ground at her feet, and the wise, smiling goat monster only let out a pleasant, gentle chuckle in response, waving a hand through the air dismissively.

“Mrs. Dreemurr was my mother-in-law, my child, may she rest in peace among the stars. Toriel is fine,” she insisted, clever lilac eyes gleaming from beneath the sweeping brim of her elegant hat, and Frisk nodded a few more times than was necessary, her cheeks still flushed a deep crimson and her breath still tight in her chest. She had no idea how she'd known she was thinking of Saejun, and dearly hoped the stately monster wasn't capable of reading minds.

That sure would be something to explain away...

“I-I... Toriel. Yes. Um. How did... how did you know-” she began awkwardly, unconsciously twisting the material of the kerchief between her hands as her thoughts scrambled and her heart did its very best to beat its way out of her chest, and Toriel smiled kindly, approaching to stand at her side and look over the assortment of gloves on display.

“I know the expression on your face well... love is a flighty thing, but very clear to those of us that have been around long enough,” she revealed, reaching out a hand to pick up one of the larger sets of gloves to inspect, and Frisk could only gape up at her, her cheeks even redder and her heart even more determined to imitate the beating of a drum.

She'd done her very best to keep from letting anyone know about her deep infatuation, just in case word spread and got to those who she'd done her utmost to keep from finding out... she'd only just begun to make her affections known to them, and already it was enough to make her lightheaded, each time she thought of their reactions to the bare and fleeting kisses she had given them. How could Toriel, a person she'd only spoken to on a few occasions, know already?

“I-I... I don't know what you mean.,” she stammered, belatedly realizing she was ruining the handkerchief and hurriedly working to fold it back into its proper shape, and Toriel, her shoulders shaking with silent but kind laughter, sent her a perfectly knowing look from the corner of her eye, putting the gloves she had been looking over into her basket.

“I'm sure you don't, dear. Saejun tells me the same when he comes to tea, you know... must be catching.”

Her tone perfectly conveyed just how little she believed either of them, even as her words allowed for them to continue to keep to their own affirmations, and Frisk, struck by this information (could... could that mean...?), could only blink up at the much taller monster, once again breathless with the thought of the clearly more stubborn of her desired partners actually returning her own feelings.

“...he does?” she whispered, trying to withhold showing too much hope despite the clamoring of her heart, desperately wishing for it to be true, and Toriel, with a mock gasp and a hand pressed to her cheek, made quite a show of pretending to have let something slip without notice, though the pleased sparkling never quite left her eyes as she turned to face the human at her side, skirts swishing gracefully around her feet and her long, snow-white ears jostling at the sides of her face.

“Oh, I don't think he will be pleased I told you that. Let's keep it between ourselves, hmm?” she proffered indulgently, sending Frisk a wink and a sideways, charming smile, but let out a hum immediately afterwards, shifting her hand from her cheek and to her chin to tap a single finger against it, her smile once again bearing a knowing lilt to it. “Such a curious thing, though... Sans has never bothered to deny it~”

Now that was something she had never truly expected to hear, and the reality of the words finally put a stop to the thundering of her heart, what felt like her entire body freezing up with the fullness of her surprise.

The implication was beyond anything she'd thought to hear. Not only was Toriel aware that she felt deeply for two monsters at the same time... she knew that they also felt for her. There was no judging in her gaze, nor her teasing... she seemed very much at ease with it, in fact. Was this something that was much more common than she'd thought? Was she being ridiculous trying to talk herself out of a love that could truly be fulfilled in the arms of both monsters that she adored?

She had so many questions, so many left roiling in her mind that she could barely grasp at one without causing an avalanche of many others. At last, she found one that she could give voice to without collapsing right where she stood with sheer and utter joy, her hands unconsciously grasping to her heart the handkerchief she'd been abusing.

“Wh-” she began to ask excitably, practically vibrating where she stood, but Toriel, with a glance at her wristwatch and a heavy sigh, spoke over her before she could even really begin, reaching out with one large paw and gently patting her on the head.

“I am afraid I must be on my way... much preparing to do for tomorrow! Have a wonderful evening, my child. Do feel free to stop by for tea... perhaps we can speak on this subject in a more private setting,” she invited, her smile holding many secrets in it as she turned and strode away, and left Frisk right where she stood, with far more questions than answers and a whirling maelstrom of thoughts within her mind.

The thought that she might be right, that perhaps they had been waiting for her to show her hand first, was one that consumed her most of all, and she simply couldn't help herself as she searched along the aisle for another gift for Sans, her mind already on the gathering Saejun had arranged for them the very next night.

She already knew she wasn't going to be getting much sleep that night, nor any work done, not with just how excited she was at the prospects that lay ahead.

#the seeds we sow #farmtale #horrortale #frans #polyamory #act 2 #toriel #frisk #pining #suggestive thoughts

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absurdumsid · 4 months

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I need info on saejun an you obviously know him better than me, so can i have you favorite hcs, theories (how he joined the mtt), or interactions on him w/ the mtt :)

OF COURSE U CAN !! so sorry, it took me a bit to compile all of this from my older notes aaaa have a compensation doodle bc i took SOO long GHGHHHGH

anyway saejun nation pspspspss

saejun !! THE beloved if u will

he regularly speaks korean but learned english after meeting nightmare and killer

i love to think he's very very strong, he can beat the mtt in a fistfight kind of strong (not like he would, but he'd win)

he can cook decently but he'd choose his brother's cooking any day (even if pilsu is still um learning)

he also really likes spicy dishes !! he bonds over that with dust !

he'd forgive ppl who steal from the farm but he wouldn't forgive harming the crops

he HATES pesticides (i think this is canon actually) but also really hates strong smells in general

sleepy 24/7 he lays in the grass to photosynthesize (he just passes out, pilsu wakes him almost every time)

probably knows a lot of offhand herbology/biology trivia (he can explain the aerobic and anaerobic cycle by heart)

his general attitude toward the mtt/bad sanses is not to pry unless they're the ones who open up to him (even now he only rlly learns about their situations through nightmare who doesn't talk that much about it anyway)

he accepts mtt with open arms and its that accepting (almost forgiving) nature that makes them so super attached to him !!

for me, it's the concept of meeting a version of yourself that lives the most peaceful life and being happy for him, but ALSO not being shunned by that alternate version for being violent and hurting the people that you both love

as for how saejun met mtt, my general interpretation of it is that nightmare struck a deal with saejun for food supplies in exchange for manual labour (so mtt and nightmare help a lot with the harvests! the only ones who really know about it is pilsu, saejun, anseung, and suggu)

killer // 고통씨 (Mr. Misery/Grief)

saejun meets killer first and was the only one helping around the farm

i don't think saejun would be the type to pry into their pasts so he doesn't question killer about himself or anything

killer is the one who opens up to him one stormy night after a stage 3 episode where he holed himself up in the shed and saejun found him cold, shaking, and curled up embracing himself

he calms killer down and tells nightmare abt it and that's how he finds out about killer's past (he doesn't bring it up, but he's always there to help killer after his panic attacks)

he likes to do the chores with killer most of the time just in case he has a run in with chorongi or suggu (the kids are very silly and tend to mess with him and he doesn't know how killer is with children)

they photosynthesize together and sometimes nightmare just comes to get killer in the evening and finds them in the grass

horror // 취급주의 (Handle with Care) or 주주씨 (Mr. Vermillion)

he meets horror second (after he gets kidnapped by nightmare) and saejun isn't really scared of him because he figured that he probably has some hidden issues like killer

saejun thought horror was really fragile at first (because he was very thin and had a skull injury) so he actually had him do mostly little chores like going to the market or gathering eggs from the chickens

after a few months killer doesn't come in (was sent to a mission somewhere else) and saejun needs someone to handle the heavy hay bales (<- he could've done it himself but hes lazy) and horror just kinda Does It and surprises saejun

he starts to depend on horror more and actually admits that he was underestimating him out of concern for his wellbeing and horror says its ok because he was also underestimating saejun (until he saw him carry killer AND a bunch of crops home that one time)

they start to cook together and do the heavier chores (while making silly jokes abt killer) together

horror starts to learn korean by talking with dorihye, saejun, and pilsu as well as asking nightmare for some reading material ! (after finding out that dust also speaks korean, he starts practicing conversation with him !)

dust // 유골씨 (Mr. Ashes)

saejun's meeting with dust was noooot planned at all, nightmare just kinda forced mtt into a portal to farmtale during one of errors visits

horror mostly stayed with dust at first who was just dead silent and stayed in one spot (saejun asked if he wanted any drinks and it took ten excruciating seconds before horror had to answer water for him)

its not until pilsu comes into the house and greets killer and horror and makes a remark about a new brother that he starts to actually talk

dust doesn't exactly warm up to pilsu and more like forces himself to because pilsu starts to ask him what his favourite pasttimes are, his favourite food, if he wants any snacks, etc (killer and horror went through the same thing)

dust eventually gets carried off to the kitchen to cook with pilsu and that's how pilsu finds out dust speaks fluent korean even though they have different dialects

saejun goes into the kitchen and has a little talk with dust (where he learns they both speak korean !! and that that's why dust wasn't speaking that much !) and they bond over pilsu's silliness (dust talks about how his papyrus also loved to cook etc etc, saejun notices that its in past tense but doesn't dig any deeper)

dust eventually starts to visit farmtale with horror frequently to exchange makguksu and ramyeon recipes with pilsu !!

dust is also relatively close with dorihye, anseung, and suggu who tend to remark that "the other saejuns dont really talk much" to which horror always chuckles

that's all (for now) !! TYSM FOR ASKING ABT MY BLORBOS BGHGHRGRHG

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