that grey-haired dance instructor (laslow/kamui) 1 by ribbonedskies, literature
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that grey-haired dance instructor (laslow/kamui) 1
August 26th, 20XX
His steps are taken with exact precision and carefulness, his torso movements are calculated minutes before he makes them. Laslow moves his hips to the left, to the right, and then back to the left again. It’s a dance he’s practiced since childhood, one that his dear Mother had taught him when he first learned to walk.
It’s uncomplicated; a second nature to him.
He does a turn and takes a careful right step, watching himself with hesitance through the mirrors that act as walls around him.
Although it would’ve never been his idea to watch himself dance, perhaps the incessant complaints of Odin and
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 36 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 36
“You look cute,” Your voice started to fill Sans’s waking thoughts, “There’s all this sunshine on your face.”
He turned his head to look at you, his eyes opening up sleepily. Your face is bright and happy, dimples starting to show on your soft expression. The laugh that fills up his non-existent ears is a small giggle. A dorky smile is implanted on your face, which Sans ends up starting to mimick on his own.
The skeleton yawns, feeling a bit confused about what exactly was going on. He sees the happy look on your face, sure, but that doesn’t necessarily explain the puffy and red look your eyes gave
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 35 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 35
Sans knew you had been watching him for some time. He’d heard the soft sounds of your door creaking, and the catching of your breath once he had said something a bit more personal and raw.
He knew he should’ve hung up or redirected the conversation he was having once he noticed you, but frankly he didn’t want to. Sans wasn’t quite sure why he kept going though. Perhaps it was just the idea of talking to you, apologizing for being a dick, and maybe even-
No.
You had enough problems, why burden you with his? You finally had been able to talk about your problems with a counselor; someone who could help you more than si
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 34 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 34
You felt yourself wake up slowly, feeling the grogginess and restlessness that came along with it.
Sitting up from your bed cautiously, you feel yourself yawn loudly as you stretch your arms. That sleep had felt like it only lasted a half an hour, perhaps an hour at best. Although you felt a smidge bit more rested than you had when you first fallen asleep, you still were perpetually exhausted.
Trying to wake up, you shook your head vigorously to get rid of the remaining tiredness in your body. Like, sure, you were tired but it was damn near impossible to go to back to sleep.
It was then you realized what time it exactly was.
You had slept
the scents of rain on dry earth (Niles/F!Kamui) by ribbonedskies, literature
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the scents of rain on dry earth (Niles/F!Kamui)
“Lady Kamui, I’ve heard you have called for me?” The gentle sound of a door opening, along with the sing-song pattern of Niles’ soft voice, swiftly interrupted the young princess’s thoughts. She turned her head slightly to view her brother’s trusted retainer.
Although a small smile was hinted on her face, she ultimately looked helplessly confused, “I... I did?”
Niles tried to hide a teasing laugh as he pulled up a chair next to the princess and sat next to her. It was only then when Niles’ realized the somewhat somber mood Kamui carried around her. She had a large quilt wrapped around he
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 33 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 33
The subway is unusually quiet for a Saturday evening.
You sit down on a seat right by the doors, watching them close soundlessly. The subway is off in mere seconds afterwards.
It’s quick business with subway trains. If you were just a moment too late, you’d be watching the subway go off by now. Not to say that it took them a while to come back, as it came by the half hours, but they were always in a hurry. You felt yourself wonder if they were on an automated schedule, with no one running the trains except for electricity.
You heard slight coughing from someone and turned your head at the noise.
Your blood ran cold as you caut
Perhaps Another Night (Sans/@XArtisticAmbyBunnyX) by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
Perhaps Another Night (Sans/@XArtisticAmbyBunnyX)
“Sans, Sans!” Amber yelled, throwing the door open and running up to Sans excitedly, “I’ve missed you so much!”
Sans looked at her curiously, raising an eye-bone towards his girlfriend curiously, “amby? you okay there?
Meghan and Papyrus came through the front door cautiously, watching Amber act excitingly towards her smaller boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him happily.
“Sans, I was wondering,” Amber trailed off, “Oh! Oh, that’s not a good idea to say that in front of Meghan and Paps, is it? I’ll have to tell you it later, okay? Just remind me!
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 32 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 32
Another day, another dollar.
Or that’s how the supposed saying went.
Despite Sans’s and Undyne’s constant worrying, you dragged yourself to work the next morning just as you typically would. It was great to know that they cared, yes, but you felt as if they didn’t know the line between caring and overbearing. (Hey, that rhymed!)
Your bandages, throughout the past four days, had been reapplied more than six different times just by Sans alone. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if that was even healthy for your wound.
“Hey, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Undyne’s voice filled up you
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 31 by ribbonedskies, literature
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The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 31
Papyrus had put your bag neatly on the bed of the spare room.
When you came inside the house, Papyrus had grabbed your other hand and led you and Sans towards the room immediately. It was quite a big room, considering it was used as a spare, with a queen sized bed in the middle of it. The bed was decorated with a floral patterned quilt and sewed pillows, which Sans explained Toriel had all made.
Apparently Toriel and Frisk had lived in this room for the first few months of living in the “Overworld”, which was a nickname monsters used for the surface at first, before leaving for the house they lived at now. It was an hour away fr
that grey-haired dance instructor (laslow/kamui) 1 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
that grey-haired dance instructor (laslow/kamui) 1
August 26th, 20XX
His steps are taken with exact precision and carefulness, his torso movements are calculated minutes before he makes them. Laslow moves his hips to the left, to the right, and then back to the left again. It’s a dance he’s practiced since childhood, one that his dear Mother had taught him when he first learned to walk.
It’s uncomplicated; a second nature to him.
He does a turn and takes a careful right step, watching himself with hesitance through the mirrors that act as walls around him.
Although it would’ve never been his idea to watch himself dance, perhaps the incessant complaints of Odin and
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 36 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 36
“You look cute,” Your voice started to fill Sans’s waking thoughts, “There’s all this sunshine on your face.”
He turned his head to look at you, his eyes opening up sleepily. Your face is bright and happy, dimples starting to show on your soft expression. The laugh that fills up his non-existent ears is a small giggle. A dorky smile is implanted on your face, which Sans ends up starting to mimick on his own.
The skeleton yawns, feeling a bit confused about what exactly was going on. He sees the happy look on your face, sure, but that doesn’t necessarily explain the puffy and red look your eyes gave
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 35 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 35
Sans knew you had been watching him for some time. He’d heard the soft sounds of your door creaking, and the catching of your breath once he had said something a bit more personal and raw.
He knew he should’ve hung up or redirected the conversation he was having once he noticed you, but frankly he didn’t want to. Sans wasn’t quite sure why he kept going though. Perhaps it was just the idea of talking to you, apologizing for being a dick, and maybe even-
No.
You had enough problems, why burden you with his? You finally had been able to talk about your problems with a counselor; someone who could help you more than si
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 34 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 34
You felt yourself wake up slowly, feeling the grogginess and restlessness that came along with it.
Sitting up from your bed cautiously, you feel yourself yawn loudly as you stretch your arms. That sleep had felt like it only lasted a half an hour, perhaps an hour at best. Although you felt a smidge bit more rested than you had when you first fallen asleep, you still were perpetually exhausted.
Trying to wake up, you shook your head vigorously to get rid of the remaining tiredness in your body. Like, sure, you were tired but it was damn near impossible to go to back to sleep.
It was then you realized what time it exactly was.
You had slept
the scents of rain on dry earth (Niles/F!Kamui) by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
the scents of rain on dry earth (Niles/F!Kamui)
“Lady Kamui, I’ve heard you have called for me?” The gentle sound of a door opening, along with the sing-song pattern of Niles’ soft voice, swiftly interrupted the young princess’s thoughts. She turned her head slightly to view her brother’s trusted retainer.
Although a small smile was hinted on her face, she ultimately looked helplessly confused, “I... I did?”
Niles tried to hide a teasing laugh as he pulled up a chair next to the princess and sat next to her. It was only then when Niles’ realized the somewhat somber mood Kamui carried around her. She had a large quilt wrapped around he
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 33 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 33
The subway is unusually quiet for a Saturday evening.
You sit down on a seat right by the doors, watching them close soundlessly. The subway is off in mere seconds afterwards.
It’s quick business with subway trains. If you were just a moment too late, you’d be watching the subway go off by now. Not to say that it took them a while to come back, as it came by the half hours, but they were always in a hurry. You felt yourself wonder if they were on an automated schedule, with no one running the trains except for electricity.
You heard slight coughing from someone and turned your head at the noise.
Your blood ran cold as you caut
Perhaps Another Night (Sans/@XArtisticAmbyBunnyX) by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
Perhaps Another Night (Sans/@XArtisticAmbyBunnyX)
“Sans, Sans!” Amber yelled, throwing the door open and running up to Sans excitedly, “I’ve missed you so much!”
Sans looked at her curiously, raising an eye-bone towards his girlfriend curiously, “amby? you okay there?
Meghan and Papyrus came through the front door cautiously, watching Amber act excitingly towards her smaller boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed him happily.
“Sans, I was wondering,” Amber trailed off, “Oh! Oh, that’s not a good idea to say that in front of Meghan and Paps, is it? I’ll have to tell you it later, okay? Just remind me!
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 32 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 32
Another day, another dollar.
Or that’s how the supposed saying went.
Despite Sans’s and Undyne’s constant worrying, you dragged yourself to work the next morning just as you typically would. It was great to know that they cared, yes, but you felt as if they didn’t know the line between caring and overbearing. (Hey, that rhymed!)
Your bandages, throughout the past four days, had been reapplied more than six different times just by Sans alone. Honestly, you weren’t even sure if that was even healthy for your wound.
“Hey, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Undyne’s voice filled up you
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 31 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 31
Papyrus had put your bag neatly on the bed of the spare room.
When you came inside the house, Papyrus had grabbed your other hand and led you and Sans towards the room immediately. It was quite a big room, considering it was used as a spare, with a queen sized bed in the middle of it. The bed was decorated with a floral patterned quilt and sewed pillows, which Sans explained Toriel had all made.
Apparently Toriel and Frisk had lived in this room for the first few months of living in the “Overworld”, which was a nickname monsters used for the surface at first, before leaving for the house they lived at now. It was an hour away fr
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 1 by ribbonedskies, literature
Literature
The Smell of Old Books (Sans/Reader) - ch. 1
Running a bookstore was easy; dealing with customers was not.
You've run this store for years all by yourself. A small but well-known bookstore that was hidden in the more vintage part of town. Other stores around you consisted of passed down family restaurants and used clothing boutiques.
Being in this well-worn building felt way more like a home to you than your miniscule apartment down on main street did.
Your parents gave you the keys to the store years ago and told you to make it your own. The books, the shelves, everything. The regular customers... They even told you that it would be okay if you decided to sell it. Mom was dying the
hello! ah, hi everyone!
as you may know, i am the creator of a somewhat popular undertale fanfiction called the smell of old books. i wrote this fic back in my freshmen year and i am now coming into my senior year. it's super crazy to me how popular ...
ok so like. it's been two years since i started writing tsob. compared to my newer works, it's so bad lmao. why do people like it (this is a redundant question.)
This journal entry is being posted with a very disappointed attitude and a message to anyone who decided to plagiarize my fanfiction.
Plagiarism is something that will never be okay. People work very hard on their works and it is very disrespectful to think it is ever okay to repost it without credit to the original AND having the original author pre-approving your decision.
The Smell of Old Books, a fanfiction that took me many months of hard work to get to where it stands today, is not anyone's original property except for mine and my best friend's. Only him and I are allowed to add more to the fiction, only him and I are allowed to repos
Just to let you know. Someone's been stealing your content (because honestly who wouldn't? its like the best fanfic ever). But your usernames weren't there and it was on quotev. They even called it 'smell of books'. I was jus worried because I hate it when people plagiariz like this.
okay so im sorry this took forever but holy shit someone really did steal my stuff im going to report it instantly but thank you for giving me this advice
Hey, I just wanted to know if you have a Wattpad or if you gave permission to someone to post The Smell Of Old Books on Wattpad because I found it on there. I can check to see if they gave you credit for it but if not I will report it.