Gumball X Tobias Novels & Stories

“Come back after you’ve freshened up. I’ll prepare a meal.” Tobias nodded, grateful for the invitation. “Thanks, Mirabella,” he said sincerely. Then he turned to Hunter. “Boss, I’m not far if you need me.” He crouched a little to Rena’s level. “Hey, princess, see you later, okay?” “Bye, Uncle T!” Rena said with a cheerful wave. “Oh, I like uncle T." Tobias chuckled and headed for the door, leaving the three of them in the quiet house. The door clicked shut, and Mirabella said, “You know, I still don’t get how you people go to new places and somehow make it look like you own everything.” She turned and noticed his eyes on her, “what?"

And damn it, that’s not fair. ‘Please, what’s wrong?’ ‘It’s nothing. Alice just mentioned something that happened last night. Apparently, people are saying it’s obvious we’re sleeping together… and I…’ Tobias promptly chokes on his glass of orange juice, spraying it halfway across the table like a broken fire hydrant. I stare in horror as he splatters at least three people; including one of the bear delegates and a very unimpressed Aiden. Once he finishes coughing and throws out a string of apologies that only half land, he puts his glass back down and mentally growls ‘Who the fuck is saying that?!’

“Sorry. No offense. You don’t look seventeen and eighteen is all I meant by that. Which is a good thing. You don’t have to suffer the cons of old age so soon. Me? I’m debating whether to ask Toby to convert me into a robot or not. Everyone thinks they would want immortality until they’re actually faced with the choice.” Did he just say…? This time, Beau did stop, his legs stilling just before the entrance. “Hold up. Toby? As in…” Garrett nodded enthusiastically, his spikes flopping a bit. “Tobias Irons. Yup! Biggest name around and my best friend. You could say I’m pretty famous myself.” The lycan never considered himself to be lucky, especially when he was younger, a time when he was desper

"Me? Break my promise? Hah! I've only broken a tiny one! It's worthless to exploit. Did you really expect me to give you a house? Dream on!" "Tobias Chambers!" Gia grabbed a vase in frustration. "You're not a man!" Tobias, however, was smug and pointed directly at his own head. "Go ahead, smash it here!" "Ah!" He didn't expect Gia to actually follow through with it! The vase shattered on the ground with a loud bang, leaving a gash on his head with blood gushing out...

We still had to wait for Cass: she'd headed back into the pub to let the proprietor know why the police were outside his pub—and to assure him that we weren't being arrested and were in fact coming back the next night's gig. Toby revved the engine, which made its customary struggling effort to start, and hit the AC. In the mirror, I saw his expression: a resigned look that was half exasperation and half exhaustion. "You know, you're one of the most blessedly, incredibly gullible people I've ever met," he said wearily. "And I say that with all the love in the world. You have no idea if that girl was telling the truth. And you just gave her a bunch of money and your phone number."

Hunji deadpanned, indicating that Tobias’ dick was less than average. “Excuse me! There is nothing small about my manhood, I’ll have you know!” Tobias feigned hurt but grabbed his dick in his hand and started flopping it side to side. “See, nice and big and not even at full attention.” He smirked. “For fuck's sake man, put it away,” I grumbled, trying to find the humor in the banter but failing miserably. I could already tell the three of us traveling together could go one of two ways between Hunji and Tobias.

Yet, as a cockroach climbed out of his food, the childish attack made me feel happier. Killian coughed once, slamming his fist against his chest as he laughed from two seats down. Even the corner of Tobias's lips twitched as the disgusting insect stumbled from the ceramic dish onto the table. I couldn't pull my eyes away from him if I wanted to. His heated gaze was filled with amusement as he lifted his large hand and slammed his fist down on top of the bug. My jaw dropped open as Tobias picked up his fork and scooped up a bite of his food. He sent a wink my way as he shoved it in his mouth in a silent declaration of 'Game On.'

The werebear is suspended in midair, caught in a whirling globe of dull enchantment, but the spellcaster isn’t me, or Ivy, or any of the scouts. It’s Tobias. He looks like shit: he’s breathing difficult, dying from a nasty-looking head wound, and he’s trembling from the effort, but that doesn’t halt him from keeping Cassius contained, in spite of his claim dull enchantment attacks. “What the fuck are you doing?” I yell, as confounded as I am exhausted.