mcyt x reader oneshots

Tubbo x reader

Pronouns: she/her (not used excessively)

CW/TW: mentions hunting and torture, but never goes into detail - gun warning along with a few other weapons however there are no gory scenes, just small mentions

Pairing: Tubbo x reader

!!! this is majorly inspired by Sweet Tooth on netflix-

MIGHT BE SOME SPOILERS TO THE SHOW - HOWEVER, THEY ARE INTRODUCED IN THE FIRST EPISODE SO IDK
Few things you need to know that wont be explained as they are common knowledge if you arnt gonna watch it-

-Post-apocalyptic -majority of humanity has perished -disease wiped out millions -most of humanity at this point are evil -around the time of the disease children started to be born as hybrids of all kinds of animals -most of the humans that were left hunted the hybrids -hybrids are killed on sight most of the time or tortured for a cure -this is about 90 years past Sweet Tooth's timeline, the eldest hybrids now being over the age of 100 (as mentioned but not explained in this oneshot)

I live in California and I go camping a little past grass valley or Nevada city a few times a year and I would say I know those places well, because of that I made the destinations based on that rather than Yellowstone

Y/n's POV

"Tubbo?" I call over the roar of the rapids, knowing he could hear me as his ears were so sensitive to sound.

In just a few moments I saw him dart from in between the trees on the other side of the bank before easily making the large jumps from rock to rock to get over to me.

When his feet hit the ground on my side he didn't even break stride, instead, he skipped the rest of the way until he was standing next to me.

I smile with a relieved sigh when I saw that he was okay.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asks, seeing my expression change.

"Town was stressful today," I answer the ram hybrid, not giving much information.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, taking one of my hands in his.

I sigh, meeting his worried blue eyes, "I can't really not talk about it,"

His ear flicks in question, eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"Let's just say," I try and answer, still beating around the bush, "Their plan worked,"

"Who's plan,"

"Ours"
He perks up slightly, ears flicking rapidly.

"So what's wrong?" He gives me a confused glance.

"The poachers didn't exactly get the hint, Techno took out two when they were aiming for Phil but they had to make a run for it," I sigh, kicking a pebble from under my feet, "In other words, We won't see Techno or Phil for a while, all we can do is hope they're okay,"

He's quiet for a moment and I turn my gaze to him. When our eyes meet my shoulders slump slightly.

"Their the oldest hybrids known, Y/n, both over one hundred already and fit as a human in their twenties,"

"They wouldn't be killed," I start but Tubbo interrupts me.

"No they wouldn't be killed, but they have better fighting skills than most anyone as they have trained the majority of their lives,"

"But," He shook his head slightly and I pout.

"They will be fine," He continues with a slight smirk, a gleam in his eyes that wasn't there before, "they have practiced the art of blending in since childhood,"