Ted Tonks

Hufflepuff Alumni // Soft hearted // He/Him // Kind // Always messy // Always running late // Probably just bumped into something // Born and raised in Massachusetts, New Hampshire, USA!

[goldenhairedboy]

evnrcsicr:

Evan had to be very careful. Express too much disdain for the Ministry and his entire act threatened to go up in smoke, but he didn’t want Ted to think the Ministry’s response was the proper way of handling things. There were other options; more avenues then following a prejudiced system who only favored a small few of the percentages. Despite his best efforts of keeping Ted at an arms lengths–he couldn’t deny that he has grown incredibly fond of the other man and wanted to keep his far away from the corrupt sycophants running for office. But Ted had free will–and there wasn’t much Evan could do about that, “I don’t think you realize how important your role already is.” He began sincerely, “Healers are the reason our Auror’s and Hit Wixen are alive after bad missions. The reason why more people survived the horrors of last night. Don’t discredit that.” Evan wasn’t comfortable with displays of emotion, completely deficent at it if you asked anyone important, but something about Ted made him want to try, “You already are…more that is.”

Evan Rosier. Perhaps the reason Ted was so keen on him and his dark eyes was because he craved to open him up and see what lay inside the silent man he was. His words now, soft and quiet made Ted’s cheeks flush, a sense of intimacy in them. His words were kind and gentle and it made his heart skip a beat and his breath hitch at his throat as he looked at Evan with large eyes. “I’m sorry,” He whispered briefly, not knowing what kind of reply he’d have to what he would do next as his hand moved up and took the collar of his shirt. He pulled Evan gently towards him and caught his lips in a kiss. God, Ted had thought more times about kissing Evan than he should admit, but usually in his mind the kisses were rough, an explosion of passion, of anger, of challenge. Nothing like this. His kiss was gentle, soft, hesitant, but he had to know. After last night where he almost died he had to know what it felt like to kiss him. Him of all people. Him who he teased and flirted with ignoring the slight stab in his heart each time he rejected him. Him. Him. Him. Nothing else but him, and he hoped no one came their way now. No, not now. He wanted this to last, just this moment where he felt his lips finally touch Evan’s in a kiss that was unlike any he had shared before. 

[goldenhairedboy]

thevixenn:

Alice smiled. “Not every piece of art will call to everyone. Someone people adore Monet, others like impressionist art. It’s all personal taste. I wonder whether you’d enjoy comic book art? There is some fabulous canvas’ out there,” she mused. “What kind of video games do you like?” she asked. “I’ve dabbled in games, mostly with clients. Have you heard of Until Dawn? It’s this interactive horror game which is actually rather gripping.” she said. Alice waved her hand, however, dismissing her comment. “But I’d like to hear more about you,” she insisted.

“OH YEAH! Comic books I love!” He said excitedly as he leaned forward. “I love all video games, I love Zelda though,” He said with a bright smile as his eyes shone in excitement. “Until Dawn is amazing! Though I keep sucking at getting them all to live, I jump too easily,” He said shaking his head - though he wasn’t really sorry Emily kept dying. She was horrible. “What about me? I’ll answer a question for a question.”

[goldenhairedboy]

Ted Tonks + Charity Ball

[craintheodoras]

[goldenhairedboy]

@cornerstoneheart

[thequotejournals]

Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is The Night (via wordsnquotes) @catchlovc

[sorryish]

[goldenhairedboy]

@andromedab

[goldenhairedboy]

Living Nightmares // Ted and Barty

[goldenhairedboy]

crxcodile:

The background noise of the ministry, of his department, had always been soothing to Bart. It was silence he struggled with most, he would pace in his office and leave the door cracked so he could hear snippets of conversation, the whizzing of memos flying through the air, the whoosh of the floo network. He calmed down and resumed the paperwork on his desk, a new case was coming in in a few days. Bart continued to write out notes on the case, the reports were sloppily filed so it was taking more time than necessary, he’d be sure to have a word with whomever had done this.

When his door opened, no knock, to see a stranger. Heat shot down his spine but he smiled politely, if a bit tight. “Can I help you?” He called as the man was about to leave. If he could prevent him from bothering others then perhaps that could be good.

“N-nope! NO! No... Nope just... wrong place,” Ted scrambled as he smiled at the man and moved to close the door. “Just looking for... someone, uh... Evan Rosier, I’m his healer wanted to do a... check up-” He said noticing how sexual that sounded. “A FOLLOW UP!” He corrected as his cheeks turned dark red.

[goldenhairedboy]

queenofthequillls:

“Unless you want to be turned away at the door, I’d say it’s a good idea,” she replied not bothering to hide a laugh. “You seem very excited by the idea of a ball. Why’s that?” Most people, it seemed to her, might think it was too soon for such a thing. Rita couldn’t have cared less except it was bound to be good exposure.

“Man there goes my plan of wearing my jammies,” He joked with a laugh. “I’ve never been to a ball, all the balls I’ve seen are-” He stopped himself giving her a grimace. “You know it’s like a magical Ball, like those in stories and love maybe kiss someone under the chandelier and find true love,” He said with a sigh and a big grin - he wondered if Evan would turn him down to dance. “Aren’t you excited?”

[goldenhairedboy]

cornerstoneheart:

Regulus furrowed his eyebrows, leaning slightly against his hand. “Ted… What are you talking about?” he asked softly, genuinely confused.

“Regulus, I knew from the moment we started sleeping together you wouldn’t love me, not in that way, because your heart already belongs to another,” He said as he inhaled deeply - he hated doing this, hated breaking whatever this was. “Your heart belongs to Helena, and I don’t think you even realize it, how you look at her, it’s how I used to look at Andy - fuck, it’s how I still look at Andy, and sometimes even Greta, but we almost died tonight, and... If you would have lost her and never got to tell her you love her or hold her... Love, that’s what life is about, what’s worth fighting over... I... I support you and her, she loves you just as much and I know I’m just some American idiot, but what you two have? That’s worth something, dude, so don’t let her go...” 

[goldenhairedboy]

catchlovc:

Greta looked at him, stunned. Her eyes glazed in a deer-in-the-headlights flash. “I’ll take you as you are- human or ogre, but absolutely not in a swamp.” She chided, but failed to keep her stony expression. Her silence was cut short with a small giggle before breaking into a sunny peal of laughter, her mouth wide open in a smile. There was a such a gentleness here, something in him that others so often said they saw in her. She had grown up with him, yet she couldn’t put her finger on it. Yet, she wasn’t frustrated. She would be able to crack his code in time, one so complex she didn’t think he even knew it existed within him.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted guiltily. She loathed talking about her problems. Greta didn’t think to was fair to dump her own personal affairs onto somebody else to fix, especially Ted. He didn’t deserve that in the slightest. It was selfish to tell him, yet it slipped out so effortlessly. Despite her years of political cunning and negotiation in the Ministry, every strategy fell to ashes around Ted. She couldn’t keep the truth from him. “The attack at St. Mungo’s made everything a little darker. But loss comes with the job.” She said aloud. Her fingers brushed through his hair, resting her cupped palm comfortably around the delicate nape of his neck. “The plants are growing well, much better than you.” She teased. 

As she began laughing how could he do anything else but match her. He laughed freely and in a way that would remind anyone of a child’s laugh, pure and innocent. “Not a swamp, fine, I’ll try my best to make a better home so you won’t leave me,” He teased as he practically purred under her hands, relaxing as she caressed his hair. She was so beautiful, he thought as he looked at her, thank God for this ray of sunshine in his life. He didn’t know what he ever did to deserve it but he would cherish it as best he could. Over a decade now he’d had her in his life and he could hardly imagine it without her. 

He hummed in agreement as she talked, placing his hand over hers and caressing it. “I understand that... it took a while after the attack for me to walk the halls of Mungos again, but people like us, we try to make the world a little brighter, and I think that’s worth it, is that all that’s bothering you?” He asked softly as he pulled her hand to his lips and kissed it softly. “When a Minister is chosen, things will be better... It’s a bit of a sensitive topic, but... Who are you rooting for?” He asked as he intertwined his fingers with hers and began playing with them a scoff leaving his lips as she mentioned her plants growing better than he was. “You can try saying that again when I don’t have to look down to see you, you munchkin,” He teased as he extended his free hand to mess up her hair with a throaty laugh. “Do you think that’s why you’re so short? You keep putting all your growth into plants?” He teased back with a smirk. 

[goldenhairedboy]

Living Nightmares // Ted and Barty

It wasn’t too much. Ted had convinced himself it wasn’t too much as he walked down the Ministry halls feeling more like a foreigner than he ever had. He had no idea where Evan’s office was, mostly because Evan tended to come to him not the other way around. Now here he was with a brown paper bag with a sub in it that he didn’t know if Evan even liked as he walked down the hallways peeking his head into each room and smiling apologetically each time it wasn’t the room he thought it was. He was just about to give up when he looked into the last room and his eyes met the shape of someone he would be able to recognize anywhere.

Oh.

Right.

This is why he didn’t come to the ministry.

He felt his blood run cold and the hair at the back of his neck stand. He should have turned away and acted like he never saw him but he was like a deer caught in the headlights, frozen and likely to be hit by the incoming truck. “B-barty,” He said trying not to sound so shaken by seeing him as he cracked a smile that was anything but happy. “Sorry, wrong room, dude... I’ll go,” He said as he began stepping backwards. 

@crxcodile

[goldenhairedboy]

“A BALL?!” Ted said excitedly as he walked into the room. “Like, Cinderella?! With true love and magic and all things grand?! I’m gonna need a tux, aren’t I?” He said as he scrolled through the news on his phone.

[goldenhairedboy]

calamityofagirl:

Marlene stared at him in confusion. Any single one of those things would have been enough to set Marlene off on a rampage. But Ted was totally cool with it. And as clear as day she saw just how different they were. “Okay but the self confidence thing is great and all, but doesn’t it bother you? Don’t you want people to like.. not do that?” she pressed, furrowing her eyebrows. 

She gave a sigh “Probably, if Helena wins the election. Maybe I’ll get lucky” she said, half-joking. She glanced at her hand. “Is it done? Can I go home now?” she asked, raising her eyebrows at him.

“Hm...” He thought for a moment. “Yeah, sometimes it does depending on who says it, but sometimes you can’t change people’s mind and I rather be happy doing my own thing than trying to fight back someone who is just gonna hurt me, you know?” He said as if it were simple. It wasn’t. It had taken a lot to be where he was today. 

“Ah... Yeah,” He said blushing slightly with a chuckle. “Yes, you’re done and free to go,” He said with a smile. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Marlene.”

[goldenhairedboy]

Thoughts from the past // Ted and Andromeda

Fine like silk, soft and tender. She walked with grace and a peaceful face, there was always a soft smile on her lips that she didn’t seem to notice. Oh, but Ted did. She pouted her lips slightly when she read, mouthing the words silently in such a way that you wouldn’t notice unless you were truly looking. She was a fairy, or a mermaid, or perhaps an angel, something magical and other worldly.

And him?

He was a troll, a giant, with calloused hands and dirt filled feet. His grin was big and crooked and his teeth were not straight in a line. No, braces were too expensive, and so were fixing them magically. He walked without glamour, often tripping over his own two impatient feet. His clothes were rarely primp and proper and his tie was often wrapped around his head rather than his neck. 

But oh... He loved her.

His hands were rough in her gentle hands, and she picked the leafs off his hair as she tried not to giggle. She was fresh water, pure and beautiful, and he was mud, messy and dirty, and somehow they made a beautiful river flow.

Still, Ted knew he was nothing but an oafish ogre with a beautiful butterfly, so when she left...

Was it really a surprise?

Something so beautiful should have never been his in the first place. 

[goldenhairedboy]

andromedab:

The apprehension that had built up within herself dissipates at his response which was only explainable in a way that was so wholesome and entirely Ted. Tension leaving her whilst her heart welled, her shoulders started shaking with that in-between sensation of not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the sheer hilarousity that he was asking about her wellbeing when he was in direct line of fire. Typical, typical Ted. Sighing heavily and melting into their embrace, a sensation that she hadn’t had the opportunity of experiencing for a lengthy time (without anyone to blame but herself, surely), she was shocked at her reluctance when he stepped back. Without much of a moment for relapse, she was greeted by two dogs, one familiar, and one less. Of course Rosie had grown a ton, as when she last saw her, she was a babe.  Stepping in, she awaited until the pups returned inside, she tried to collect herself while bending down during her reunion with Pamela. The sensation of guilt had settled in her stomach, still uncomfortable as if she should not be here, because of what she did. “Hi Pam, oi– now now. How are you? I’m sorry, don’t be mad. I’m sure Ted’s taken good care of you, yes?” She smiled sadly, not wanting to implicate anything despite the fact that the husky didn’t comprehend everything she was saying, because well. English.

“Of course I’m safe, but the better question is are you?” Giving him an all-over look, her eyes narrowed skeptically. She could put a bet on that fact that Ted was likely more worried about everyone else in the vicinity rather than himself, and then return home to find some gaping wound- she wouldn’t put it past him. “Don’t tell me that you’re fine, how are you actually feeling?” 

She didn’t mean to be so blunt. She had half the mind to ease her personality back into this scenario, but for someone she’d known for such a long period, there was no need to have any false masking with their interactions- Ted would likely call her out on it if she did such a thing anyway. The dogs were still lingering about, and she found herself glancing back at Pamela often. “And I would like to apologize for showing up out of the blue. Owls are still shellshocked, and texts aren’t going through as far as I know,” Andromeda turned back to face Ted, unable to finish her sentence with that she was glad to see him alive and well, letting that remain unspoken. She didn’t know what he was up to, other than when his name would get dropped in conversations she’d overheard. His life could have entirely switched around in the time they’d been apart. He could’ve possibly moved and she’d be none the wiser. How does one apologize for dropping off the radar, yet still be selfish enough to wish she’d kept tabs on him? It was something that was not possible. The clean cut sever was nearly less painful than the routine others did, being an arm lengths apart but not maintaining the same relationship. Maybe they’d have the chance to talk about that one day, but it was still too early to determine if that would arise today.

“If you’re busy, I can stay briefly and show myself out,” allowing both of them the respectful option of letting her out without an uncomfortable scene. It wasn’t natural for her to be this guarded again around him, but the reversion was again, her fault. She would deserve whatever came her way. Moving around the home, she set her belongings to the side, where she’d always dump her jacket and book bag on the chair out of habit. “If you’re not busy, I wouldn’t mind a kettle of tea.” 

It wad hard, the familiarity blanketing around her was nearly suffocating, but the time in between could not be erased. 

Andromeda was the ocean. Beautiful. She looked calm like the ocean but could easily conjure up a storm, and yet nurtured more life than anyone could see. In many ways, Andromeda saved Ted when he was nothing but a shell of himself after so many years being yelled at and bullied. “I feel like I was run over by a truck, but I’m alive, and that alone is enough to make me feel like a million bucks, it’s nothing I can’t handle,” He reassured her with a small smile but a tired face. He really could use a nap right now, but he’d lose all sleep he had left for the chance to see her again, like this, once more. 

How cruel, he thought as she entered the house. She moved about the house like it was hers, like she belonged here, and the house accepted her as if she was the missing puzzle piece it’d been missing. How cruel that to Ted it was what he knew so well, she walked in and placed her belongings where she always had and Ted couldn’t help but think of all the times she had done the same thing as they built a life. The truth weighed on him despite it being all in a small red box in the back of his closet. Even now he looked at her and his heart that he’d closed off in a box from loving more than he should rattled the cage and asked to be let out and scream about love and it’s splendor and yet he just chuckled as he walked into the kitchen and moved to put on a kettle. He hadn’t known how to make tea until Andromeda came into his life. Into his home. Into his heart. “I’m off work today and I have no plans, so I’m more than happy to catch up with you,” He said and he tried his best to sound like his heart wasn’t beating out of his chest and at the same time crumbling into pieces. 

“It’s been a while,” He said as he looked for the different teas he owned. He didn’t like tea, but... even now he bought them, someone always came here and asked for it. Yet, he kept hers, her favorite, always stocked up just in case. “And... don’t apologize for coming, wherever I am, you’re always welcome,” He said and he didn’t intend for his voice to sound vulnerable and honest, he heard it between his words - wherever I am you have a home.

He clutched onto the counter as he turned to look at her, leaning back on the marble stone to keep himself from running to her, hugging her. His heart screamed, why? Why did you leave? Didn’t you think of the heart I had to mend when you left? Why did I need to be the understanding and bigger person? Why couldn’t you love me enough to stay? Why...? Why am I never enough? But he said nothing of the sort. “How have you been...? I...” I’ve missed you. “I’ve been meaning to talk to you again, but with the attack it sort of... derailed things, are you... feeling better?” He asked and he begged Merlin that she’d answer truthfully. That she wouldn’t show him the mask she often wore, he’d be able to see it and it’d break his heart even more to know he was no longer worthy of seeing who she truly was, but then again, time did that. Pushed people apart no matter how much they wanted to be together. 

[goldenhairedboy]

catchlovc:

 I think that acceptance is a wonderful lesson. But Ted,” she chastised, “would you really want to live in a swamp? It’s a good growing environment but, you know, I don’t think you’d want mud to sneak into your toast.” Greta said. Things were always easy at Ted’s house. She was surrounded by memories of sleepy afternoons and quiet mornings with his dogs. Even a few choice encounters with his cat arose in mind. Everything in Ted’s house had its place where it belonged. She let her thoughts wander further- is this how Ted sorted people too? Into their own little containers and boxes? If so, where did Greta belong in Ted’s life? Anywhere? Because despite her hope and wanting to believe she had a permanent place, she had seen how Ted fell in love with others only to push them away. Worse, she had seen how others left Ted, something she couldn’t quite comprehend. Had she missed something? 

She reached for one of the throw pillows on the couch, stretching her tiny torso as far as she could to grab it. Smoothing a garden-worn thumb over Ted’s forehead, she snuck the pillow underneath his neck. She doesn’t look at him for a moment. Instead, she stared at the TV, sliding her eyes over its glossy surface. She didn’t know why she was there, and if she could, she would have pressed the pause button on her life so she could try to figure their- their– whatever you wanted to call it out. When she finally looked at Ted, any sort of sign of previous lostness was gone. “We can do whatever,” she said, trying to sound as relaxed as possible. Her voice was airy and bright like an open window. “whatever you feel like. But whatever it is, no Shrek. That is where I draw the line, Ted.”

“That depends, would you live with me?” He asked hopefully as he turned his body around and hugged the pillow she had put under his neck, the fluffy thing forming a barrier between his chest and her legs. This what what came to mind when it came to Greta. Home. Comfort. Sunny afternoons barefoot in the grass, flower blooming in spring. People often compared Ted to sunlight, but to Ted he was nothing but a window letting sunshine in, Greta on the other hand was true sunlight. Happiness. Her gentle touches were routine between them and yet every time she touched him even in the most innocent way he felt his face heat up and her skin leave a trail of heat behind it. He took the small moments while she looked at the TV to look at her instead, a small smile on his lips as he remembers her, only eleven as she walked into the Hufflepuff Common Room with large and bright eyes much like the ones he had come in with and how that day an unbreakable bond was made. Greta was ingrained in his heart and there was no way to remove her from there.

“How about we just talk with something in the background, then?” He offered as he leaned his cheek on his hand as he looked at her. “How have you been? What have you been up to? Have your plants been growing well? Have you grown an inch since I last saw you?” He asked though his tone was gentle, like the hushed tone between children hiding from their mothers as a secret romance bloomed. “Have you been well?” He asked more sincerely now.

[goldenhairedboy]

evnrcsicr:

Evan lost his smirk the minute he saw Ted’s brittle expression as he collected his needed documents. He couldn’t begin to imagine the level of trauma Ted and the other healers had gone through last night. Watching as collegues and friends die senseless deaths, while all you could do is watch as a massacre unfolds before your eyes was bond to leave its mark. Evan swallowed sharply as the thought of his sister filtered through his mind. Suddenly the hug he gave her at the office didn’t seem enough, and he made a note to check up on her at a later convienence. Right now he had someone else who needed comfort, and Evan suddenly wished that it was anyone but him here–not because he didn’t care for Ted–the opposite, really–but because the things he was saying was pushing foreward memories of his childhood and opening the pandora’s box would not be helpful. But Ted was right…you keep moving foreward…But it wasn’t because of the Ministry, no–his battle started long before his career. Evan hesitantly walked over to Ted as he stood by the Printer, pausing to gather his resolve he reached out and rested a hand on Ted’s shoulder–not really knowing if this would be okay or not but giving it a try regardless, “Because there is no other option.” He started, voice firm, “Because giving up only feeds into their sick and twisted performance–whereas pushing ahead is an act of defiance you get to control.”

His words were hard, like steel molded through fire and trials. Ted looked at him, truly looked, and wondered what his past had been. He knew it was unlikely he’d ever know despite his curiosity but he truly wanted to know Evan. Hell, he’d wanted to get to know even since their school boy years and yet he’d never allowed Ted closer than arm’s length, physically and emotionally. Somehow, Evan was still someone Ted looked up to, he knew from his visits to Mungos that he was a hard worker, and he wondered if the Ministry knew how lucky they were to have him. How lucky Florence was. “An act of defiance, huh?” Ted repeated as he smiled, and since the two had seen one another, Ted felt... hope. He felt lighter knowing this was indeed an attack but it wasn’t the end. Ted was still alive, and he’d use his life to make sure nothing like this would ever happen again. “If you or the Ministry need anything, let me know, I want to help in more than just... healing people... I want to protect them, last night I didn’t do anything to... to really fight, I’m good with my hands but my magic... is honestly shit when it comes to offensive spells,” He admitted as he blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I want to do better... Be better... It’s not enough to just help people... I need to start paying attention to the people running for Minister and be a part of... more than just me...” He said as he hesitated a moment as he looked at Evan. “I want to be more than the foreign goofy kid, I’m more than just that.”