Could Have Been

Prologue

Wilbur sat on a cliff face looking over a sunset that only made his grand country glow. A small smile sat on his lips, his brown eyes soft and relaxed at another day ending. Soft footsteps made Wilbur look behind himself, seeing Quackity nearing the other with a fond smile. His blue eyes twinkled at the other, his black curly hair peeking out of his beanie he never took off, and his hands slipped into his blue hoodie's front pocket snugly. He was Wilbur's partner in more ways than one, and someone the brunette cherished greatly.

"Another successful day in L'manburg?" Quackity asked, plopping down next to the president with a bright smile. Wilbur huffed a laugh, eyes twinkling as he looked back towards the land he had made. The houses were slowly lighting up as the sun disappeared, making the place look mystic and beautiful.

"Another successful day indeed." A hand slipped into Wilbur's grip, his fingers tightening around the hand as he pulled the other into his side, two gold rings clinking together by the action. Qauackity easily fell into his side, eyes still watching over the country he now called home. It was an easy life, one the two were happy they were able to make.

Quackity had become the Vice in the last presidential election, and after the second one with Wilbur winning both times, the people decided to just leave the rulers how it was. Quackity was the Vice president while Wilbur was the president, and they ruled greatly.

"Tommy is still out with Tubbo and Ranboo, I don't know where they are exactly though." Quackity mutters. Wilbur laughs, looking down at the smiling avian who looked back up. "What?"

"You're still keeping tabs on him, Feathers?" Quackity rolled his eyes, cheeks turning red from the nickname.

"He might be an adult now, but that doesn't mean he's ever gonna grow out of his childish ways, Wil." Tommy was a childish character, even if he was eighteen now. Tommy began to mentor under Dream after the war, which had thankfully ended without any casualties. Wilbur can only imagine the kind of trauma that would have been inflicted on to the child, it was bad enough the kid had to fight in that small battle in the beginning.

Ranboo lived in the arctic with Technoblade and Philza, mentoring under the blood god himself. He showed up when he was around 16, with barely any memories and needing a family. Of course, Philza was happy to take the ender hybrid in with open wings. Techno just saw the potential in the skinny teen and decided to start training him. Ranboo and Tommy often dueled against one another, which was fun for the older brother to witness.

Tubbo was a quiet kid that just happened to be friends with two of the scariest people on the server, living his life on a bee farm on the outskirts of L'manburg. It was hard to miss it though, as his gardens were nothing but colorful flowers. Wilbur was sure you could spot the small cottage from miles away. Schlatt, Tubbo's father, had shown up a few years ago, leaving the bee boy stunned for a long time.

Philza, Wilbur's father, had raised Tubbo due to Schlatt abandoning him on his front door. He had left barely anything behind, only that he couldn't take care of his son and that his name was Tubbo Underscore. So, when a Schlatt Underscore showed up looking for his son, most of the server was bewildered. Schlatt now lived in L'manburg and was forming a father-son relationship with the boy he had abandoned.

The three were best friends, and it was hard to see them apart when none of them had nothing to do. When Tommy and Ranboo aren't training under their mentors or in MCC's they're wreaking havoc with meaningless pranks with their best friend Tubbo. That or relaxing on their favorite bench or exploring the server more. "I suppose you're right." Wilbur kissed the tip of the raven's nose, the other laughing at the action before connecting their lips. When they pulled away the brunette began to speak again. "How was the meeting with Dream and Eret?" Quackity shugged, a sigh leaving his lungs.