Ticci Toby Headcanons Novels & Stories

Alicia shook her head and noticed that crystal tears still clung to Tobias's eyelashes, resembling miniature diamonds glistening with the joy of a setting sun. "Oh my gosh, I can't believe it. Our pup is growing in your belly," Tobias remarked, shifting his focus to Alicia's flat stomach. With a goofy grin, he reached out to touch her abdomen but stopped midway, muttering, "Oh no, it's probably asleep. I wouldn't want to wake our little pup."

What anyone could call smooth talks but they didn't sound like that to her. Was she weak? It was something she was going to ask herself over and over again. But then, there was something about the guy. What was his name again? Toby. Right. He sounded like he could see something different which she never could see. Like he could see a whole new world which looked beautiful. Something she'd never notice. Maybe she'll never even notice. The first time she saw him when he talked about beautiful clowns and even though she still believed his ideas were delusional a tiny part of her wished she could accept being that delusional even though it was just for a second.

A long time passed by before Toby came back, or maybe it just seemed that way to Becca because of the situation. In her irrational mind, she kept imagining Toby appearing with Ryan behind him like a god of war, demanding that she release his daughter to him immediately, and banishing her to a lifetime of not seeing her daughter.

Toby shakes his head, which serves to tell us he believes that Lilly is lucky to be alive. “Is she going to be all right?” Toby looks at Mum and sighs. “To be honest, Luna, I’ve never seen anything like this. Lillian, I can understand why she reacted this way; rejection can cause problems for an Omerian most will never understand. It’s Bastian that I can’t get my head around.” “What are you talking about, Toby?” “My Alpha, Bastian, is a mystery right now.” I keep my eyes on Lilly as Toby speaks to Dad. I love my sister; she’s everything to me, to Luther too. I’m not ashamed to say that my brother and I are feeling some of Lilly’s pain right now. It’s almost unbearable.

"Oh? It's interesting. Already, I didn't like his tone. "Don't begin," Darian cautioned. Innocently, Toby raised his hands. "I'm not going to start anything." then turned back to face me right away. "You really came from Taryn Reed, then?" I tensed up a little. "Yes." He gave a low whistle. "That man is a complete mess." I blinked. "Yes." Toby nodded as if we were in agreement about the weather. "I hope you get over that." I frowned. "Healing?" Darian looked at him.

She made a mental note to herself never to drink from any open carton. “I don’t know; you are just so carefree and so friendly, quite unlike the people in this house, and honestly, I can’t even believe you are the war general of something.” Toby shook his head, a tiny lip on his lips, but he was relieved that he wasn’t going to be pretending with her anymore. “It is called being a gamma, but yeah, I understand you. Being a wolf is just part of who I am, just like being a human. It doesn’t change anything about me.”

Harry looks over my shoulder at him, "They get eaten by night goblins." Toby is at the tender age of four, and he believes in anything and everything. His eyes turn as round as saucers, lower lips trembling, "Night goblins?" Harry nods seriously, "Nasty little creatures. They like to chew your toes like candy. But they only think little boys who lie taste like candy." I elbow my younger brother, muttering, "Stop giving him nightmares." Toby immediately buries his face in my shoulder, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I ate the candy! I don't want the night goblins to eat my toes!"

There was a table in front of them with a generous breakfast spread. “Sakura is pregnant,” Toby said, coming up behind me. “All she finds joy doing now is eating.” “Congratulations,” I said. Toby followed my piercing gaze to my mate. “You look like you want to kill her and then bend her over a table…in that order.” Definitely in that order. “Are your warriors here?” I asked. He did not comment on my changing the subject. “Though I do wonder if we would feel the infamous pressure from the Luna today. She looks rather chatty.”

“Are you really this bored, Toby? Waking me up from my sleep over an outcome this painfully obvious?” He was lying. He hadn’t been sleeping at all. He hadn’t let me sleep either, continually whispering in my ear to hang in there a little longer, promising he would let me sleep the entire day tomorrow. But Toby had no idea. He was shaking so violently with rage that he couldn’t even see the dark, fresh hickeys marking my neck. “These stupid prophecies don’t mean a damn thing!” Toby barked, his voice cracking. “It’s just cheap entertainment, not a final verdict!”

He shakes his head and then tips his bottle back. I take a drink of my own, hoping it will calm me down; I can’t lose my shit just yet, not until he admits that it’s Ella. Instead, I smirk and shake my own head in response, “So who was this piece of pussy you were trying to get?” Toby just waves it off, “Ah, she’s just a nobody.” So, this is how he’s going to be? I decide to push it just a little bit, “Doesn’t sound like a nobody if Baker was protecting her.”