Ranboo-centric Stories

Ranboo stood up as Michael lifted up his arms, showing he wanted to be picked up. Ranboo grinned at him, lifting him up high, making him give a high pitched squeal as he clinged onto Ranboo's arms. Michael wasn't scared, he knew Ranboo wouldn't drop him, he just was giddy, he loved being in high places, the highest place being in his dad's arms being lifted up high. Ranboo's hands were pretty big, long and slender but still strong and his hands padded slightly. His hands were almost a bed for Michael and he felt perfectly comfortable being in his dad's hands. Ranboo grinned at Michael as he squealed, "Alright then honey, time for b-" The door slammed open, releasing a bunch of cold air and snow into the room. Ranboo and Michael shivered as Tubbo got into the house and slammed the door shut with a harsh slam, making Michael flinch at the unpleasant noise. Tubbo was grumbling unhappily and throwing things off of him, Michael let out a soft wet snort, wondering why Tubbo was upset. (This is a series, a long and still ongoing series. This will have arcs with long chapters and maybe some inconstancies in the writing as I first wrote this on Ao3 with weeks to months in between chapters and arcs. This is full of angst and tears. By the way if you are expecting romance, don't. No one other than Phil and his actual irl wife are together. Everyone else is platonic. Unless stated otherwise in the fic. This is no self insert, or x oc, this is just a canon divergent story.)

In which Ranboo is adopted into a foster family where everything is not quite as it seems. Or where Ranboo discovers there's a reason why he never quite seemed normal... No shipping/romance because most of the people in this fic are minors and that's weird bro keep that shit somewhere else. Swearing and stuff. (powers + foster family au) (originally written on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29415528/chapters/72263997)