#ranboo centric

[w3irdf0r3st]

All about Ranboo! +loved ones

[angelsandarsenic]

Apparently I wanna see benchtrio in every movie ever so peer pressure duo Wreck it Ralph au!

With Ranboo as the glitching Vanelope and Techno as Ralph

plus Phil as Felix falling in love with the most badass Mumza

[goldiesflag]

PLLLEEEAAASE GO LOOK AT MY FIC DESIDERIUM

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

I give u good description, I promise 🥺 also I find it easier to read the following if you read it like- “nUmbEr 15, buRgEr kiNg foOt leTtuCe”

SO IMAGINE- Ranboo is pretending to be an 18 years old when he’s really 16. He’s alone with a heart problem and (OBV ITS THE POINT OF THE STORY)- he dies. He’s a ghost.

Ghost hunter Tubbo and Tommy find him and do ghost hunter things while, believe it or not, a plot unfolds.

Some cool things to look toward to:

Medium/fortune teller Quackity

Ranboo gettin a found family

Funny or not so funny chapter names because I’m tired of naming chapters after poems I’ve written.

Real ghost hunting tools like EMF being used but also me coming up with the worst devices possible at the same time.

I hope you’re still reading it like the “nUmbEr 15” guy, because uwuwuwuwuwu I have no reason left to sleep and I have 5 fics I need to finish writing and three songs I need to memorize for the mArChiNg bAnD.

[loosiusgoosius]

Die Verwandlung, Vöglein

From his first gasp of air he never thought he’d feel again, he’d known something had changed. Of course it had changed, why wouldn’t it? Here he was after decades, staring into the eyes of the man who had left him to die, who had haunted his every living thought. But Dream stepped back and away from him, his perfect mask never giving sign of his intent. Techno stepped between the two. 

He didn’t think he’d seen the Blood God so stricken with grief. 

Ranboo covered his mouth to mask a sob. 

He had died. 

He was dead.

Except he wasn’t, he was here and breathing, but everything felt wrong. 

“Ranboo, can you hear me?” Techno says softly. 

Ranboo tries to speak, but a croak was all that came out. Instead he nods. Then Technoblade, the great and valiant warrior, wraps him in a hug. He doesn’t break down, not yet. Not in front of Dream. He hugs Techno back all while staring over his shoulder at the masked man. Techno seems to pick up on where his attention has gone and turns. 

“We’re even now,” Dream says. 

“Even, yeah,” Techno says, pulling out his axe. Dream takes a step back. “Means you should get movin’, Dream.”

“What, not even a thank you?”

“Fixing your own mistakes doesn’t make me very grateful. Move along. Now.”

Blessedly, Dream nods and turns, disappearing into the night. Ranboo doesn’t move until he’s out of sight. Techno turns back to Ranboo. “Are you okay? He didn’t do anything to you, right?”

“Fine,” Ranboo nearly whispers, “I’m fine. I’m okay.”

Techno nods and pulls off his cloak, wrapping it around Ranboo. The other doesn’t even seem to notice until Techno’s hand brushes his back. He hisses and flinches away. Techno freezes. 

“Are you hurt?”

“It’s nothing,” Ranboo says, and why is he hiding something already? Why did he feel the need to? “Just . . . not used to it yet.”

Techno nods. “Okay. Let’s get you home, yeah?”

Ranboo doesn’t want to leave Techno’s sights. Every movement, every mob in the forest makes his hackles rise. He finds himself snarling at a skeleton that has wandered too close. Techno pulls him away before he can properly dispose of it. Ranboo’s been gone so long, was Tubbo okay? Was Michael? Prime, he hadn’t even thought about Michael. He wants to run to them, but he’s sure his legs would give out as soon as he did. 

Techno helps him onto Carl and Ranboo dozes off leaning on Techno’s back. When a hand touches his shoulder, he startles awake to find they’re at Phil’s house. 

Techno pulls him off Carl and leads him inside, talking softly as he does. “Phil’s out for a while, he’s been . . . looking for stuff. We’ll get you warmed up, get you some food too.”

“Tubbo?” he croaks out, almost pulling back against the Piglin’s hand. 

Techno stops and gives him the softest look Ranboo can ever remember anyone giving him, much less Technoblade. “They’re on their way over.”

They. They. His heart soars with delight. Michael is okay. 

He lets himself be led inside and practically swaddled, though he insists on sitting at the kitchen table. He’s exhausted, sure, but he needs to be in the same room as Techno. Ranboo can’t leave him again. 

He does seem to drift off again, his mind overwhelmed with thoughts. He was alive. He’d spent decades in Limbo, forever drowning but just out of reach of the surface, held down by heavy chains. His screams reached nothing, his tears were dispersed in the ocean. He was on fire and freezing cold. He’d been so, so alone. It had been hell. He didn’t blame Wilbur for being a bit odd upon his revival. 

The pieces are put together easily enough. Techno had made some deal with Dream and got Ranboo revived. He hopes it wasn’t anything Techno would pay back for later. Even so, there was still damage to be undone, he can tell that by the rapidly deteriorating hold he has on his sanity. 

The door practically breaks open and Ranboo doesn’t even have time to blink before his lap is filled with a short boy. Tubbo clings to him and Prime, it hurts, but Ranboo doesn’t say a thing. He just holds his husband closer. There’s a bundle against his chest that squirms and he pulls back just far enough to see Michael staring up at him, little happy snorts leaving him. 

“Boo!” he squeals, “Boo back!”

“Hey baby,” Ranboo says, warmth curling in his voice. “Boo is back, yeah.”

Tubbo lets out a sob and digs his nails hard into Ranboo’s back like he might disappear, but instead Ranboo’s vision whites out in pain. 

He becomes aware of Tubbo’s hands on his face. “Boo, are you okay? What’s wrong, tell me what’s wrong, I can fix it!”

Ranboo’s hands are holding his wrists in a death-grip. His breath is coming out shuddering. Over his shoulder, Ranboo can see Michael being held by Techno, both looking very startled. 

“It’s fine,” he says, though he’s not convincing even to himself, “Just . . . not used to being alive. Been a while, y’know?”

Tubbo laughs; even if it’s full of tears, Ranboo can’t describe how much he missed that sound. Something settles in his chest and he finds a purr rumbling up his throat, though whether it is in joy or to aid the pain he isn’t sure. 

Tubbo is still sitting on Ranboo’s lap, but he’s leaned back considerably. Tubbo goes to remove himself, but Ranboo finds that his hands squeeze onto Tubbo’s arms, a whine escaping him. Tubbo stares at him for a second before settling himself more comfortably in the enderman-hybrid’s lap. 

Time passes like a kind of daze, after that. He’s exhausted, truly, in a way he can’t remember ever being. He eats something, potato soup maybe, and then Tubbo is pulling him to his feet. There’s soft words spoken that he doesn’t catch, then Tubbo is pulling him towards the ladder. 

“⍙⟒⌰☊⍜⋔⟒ ⏚⏃☊☍, ⌿⍀⟟⋏☊⟒ ⍀⏃⋏⏚⍜⍜.” Ranboo’s head snaps up and he turns to the source. Edward is looking at him, but when Ranboo makes eye contact, the other dips their head to him. His sluggish brain tries to decipher the enderian spoken to him. 

“I’m . . . I don’t understand?” he says. Tubbo has stopped as well, looking between him and the enderman. 

“⌇⏁⏃⊬ ⏃⍙⏃⊬ ⎎⍀⍜⋔ ⏁⊑⟒ ⏃⋏☌⟒⌰ ⍜⎎ ⎅⟒⏃⏁⊑,” Edward continues, ⊑⟒ ⌇⌰⟒⍙ ⋔⏃⋏⊬ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒⎎⍜⍀⟒.”

Ranboo stares, trying to understand. It was a warning, wasn’t it? Why would the enderman warn him? He glances at Tubbo. 

“What did he say?”

Ranboo shakes his head. “Just . . . happy to see me, I guess.” Still his eyes linger on Edward for a moment longer before he goes to climb the ladder. 

Sleep should come easily, but he finds himself uncomfortable. If Ranboo were to try to put it into words, he’d say that it felt like his skin didn’t fit. He shifted constantly, his skin feeling like it was on fire. It had been so long since he’d really felt anything, but he hadn’t thought it would be this bad. Still, when he curled around Tubbo, he felt like he was home again. 

[sbi-fic-recs]

my heart, your bones by pog_wizard

Official Summary:

"'Sorry, didn’t mean for that to slip out,' Ranboo apologizes, at the same time processing that he has somehow made it to the top of a staircase, with Tubbo leading the way down. Tubbo shrugs like it’s not a big deal, and turns around to continue heading down the stairs. The living room is a miscellany of furniture; three separate loveseats in different styles, not a matching pillow between them, one glass coffee table and one of an intricately carved dark wood, plants and books and papers and toys and crafts strewn around like the whole room was hit by a very centralized tornado. But, there’s definitely a pattern to it all. It’s homey."

A guy with no memory of the past few months walks into a foster home. This isn't a joke, how did he get here?

Status: Ongoing, as of February 2022

Word Count: 4.5k, 1 Chapter

Submitted by a lovely anon! thank you for the rec :D

a rewrite of i saw seven birds

Remember to read the tags!

[sbiauficrecsa]

Sounds of Someday by bloodonmysneakers

Bruhhh Cowboy au!!!

Oh so this isn’t exactly sbi, it’s Ranboo and Technoblade centric but the rest of the sbi + tubbo are in it

Anyway. Ranboo is a bounty hunter trying to catch a huge bounty, aka the one and only Technoblade

[nonsensicaluniverse20]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The second chapter of my magic au! Please give it a try and read it, I’m having fun writing it. If you want the premis, it’s a Ranboo centric found family story where the town and people are magic too. This is their stories and the adventures they go on!

[ardentiaa]

horizon in our eyes

ao3 link here

one-shot, 4k words | hurt/comfort, trauma, panic attacks | alliumduo centric

Tommy’s breath hitches and he finally whirls around, eyes alight. The bandages—stark white against the red of his cheeks, the ones that Ranboo had applied—are frayed at the edges just like the ones on his arms, and his breathing goes from slightly shallow to painfully ragged in a matter of seconds as he takes a step towards the taller man, who in turn takes a cautious step back, gaze quickly tilting downwards because Tommy’s eyes are burning.

“I said you can leave,” Tommy hisses through gritted teeth. “So fucking go, bitch. This is why I hate you.”

Ranboo swallows. “Tommy, your hands are shaking.”

Ranboo finds Tommy rearranging the bookshelves in the late hours of the night.