A mix of emotions flew through both of them the moment the contact was made, Eret freezing in their tracks as Wilbur took a defensive pose. Unlike the last time they saw one another, Wilbur held no shred of the insane determination that led to his death, instead a wariness for his life that had been missing for far too long prior. Before words are spoken Eret spies the lone tear tracing its way down his sharp cheekbones as Wil's eyes fixate on the gold-gilded emerald hanging from their ear and they silently hold out their hands, showing no weapons were held. "Please don't hurt me." Wilbur sounds so scared Eret's chest clamps down, the rage dripping away upon seeing just how terrified the tall man was. ~~~ A non canon discussion post revival between a Ruler and a former President, leading to a realization they are both a lot more similar than they thought.

Judging pale eyes met their own in the water, their face twisted with disgust as the thoughts circled about what they did, what they allowed to happen. Taking another swig of the fruity wine, Eret walked closer to the water after placing the bottle down. Sneering at the still liquid where their portrait lay, they wonder if the person they are now is any less despicable than the one who made the deal then. Were they worthy to speak of forgiveness when they haven't even forgiven themself? "Eret?" ~~~ Eret and Tubbo have a moment deep in the cavern beneath where L'Manburg stood once, forgiveness is given and long-over grudges are put to rest.

"Wil, maybe you are immune?" "Just put a bullet through my temple Techno, be simpler than second guessing leading to me accidentally killing you." "I won't do that as long as you remain healthy, let's just keep going and wait out a few more days before I do something so permanent. Deal?" "...Fine." ~~~ Wilbur and Technoblade's parents go missing, one after the other when their mother leaves for a routine outing and never returns leading their father to follow suit. Scared but determined the pair of brothers leave their safe haven to search, facing the horrors of the world they grew up in on their quest to find answers. Along the way they make a concerning discovery after Wilbur is bitten, with the tears of losing a close friend on their face the twins find themselves with more questions than answers on this long road they travel.

Dear journal, Wait, that sounds fucking stupid. This isn't meant for only the page to keep, this will be a written record of my life changing. Dear diary, No. Dear you, I think that works well enough. Today was the day my life ended. Not literally, obviously, I am holding a quill to paper right now spilling black ink across the page but it may as well be my blood. ~~~ Or entries of a journal to a mysterious 'you' kept of Wilbur's thoughts prior to blowing up L'Manburg.

Just as he sits up to readjust some more a cloak drops across his armour-plated legs, the colours of their nation proud across the beautiful fur-lined piece. He looks up to see the amused face of his piglin friend, who gestures vaguely while holding two clay mugs. "Budge over, I made some hot cocoa." Techno rumbled, Phil giving a smirk but listened to his request to allow the pink-haired man a place on the blanket he sat on. Arranging the huge cloak over both their legs the frostiness begins to bleed from Phil's toes, cuddling close to his nether-blooded friend. He settles down with a grunt, flipping his long mane of lotus-pink hair over his broad shoulder. Phil carefully wraps one of his huge crow-feathered wings around the pigs back, holding him close while Techno drapes his cloak over the appendage with practised ease. Bundling close, their body heat combined made it much more comfortable to reside outside for longer while the avian fished. ~~~ Soft Emerald Duo sharing hot cocoa in their Antarctic Empire.

"Wil-Wilbur?" He stutters a bit, shuddering before reaching a tentative hand out to his son. Concentrating, he let the blonde feel his cool dead flesh, looking at how his father has aged in the time past. A deep echoed tone rings through his sonorous voice, an eerie marker that he returned from beyond the grave for unknown reasons. "Hello Dad!" Phil coos, reaching his scarred palm up to caress his son's strong jawbone. "My son, what happened to you?" "My own hubris." ~~~ Wilbur is watching flying lessons between Philza and his youngest chick, Tommy, when the sunshine blonde gets a little too ambitious and the phantom rushes to his side fearing the worst.

"Get away from him." Phil orders, voice loud across the rushing water. Technoblade had collapsed to one knee, a huge hand pressed into the side the Warden had injured. Niki drew her own gleaming blade to stand at his side, face burning with barely contained rage. Sam had just signed his own death warrant with the choice he just made, Phil would not lose any sleep over if he had to kill the creeper hybrid. "He was the one who let Dream free, why shouldn't I kill him?" ~~~ A non canon story where Technoblade gets hurt in the fight just outside the prison upon Dream's release.

This is an alternate good ending for Ranboo's story on the Dream SMP, a tale telling the lengths a teacher will go for his beloved student. One he never intended to find, but he can't imagine life without the shy enderman until it's a grim reality. Just how far can you push a weathered warrior before he will use all means to protect those he cares for, no matter the consequences?

Tommy learns of Dream's escape from prison and goes searching for the Axe of Peace, finding his aggressor waiting for his victim once more. Fleeing for his life, he runs to Technoblade and Philza's resident in the North, where Phil protects the young boy from the first one to walk the server.

This is a story about Niki during the fall of L'Manburg on Doomsday; her choices that day lead to her being badly injured and she collapses during her journey home. Technoblade finds her and protects the woman, deciding to bring her to Eret's castle to treat her wounds. A conversation is had between a trio no longer divided by sides, promising unity into their changing future.