This little thing finally made it across the world and landed in my post box. 7,100 km and 14 days later right on the day that have Tony and Ziva premier. 🤍
A fanfiction detailing all the scenes that aired off screen and that I've always wanted to see onscreen:
Ziva writing in the office she rented from Odette
Tony and Ziva ending up sleeping in the same bed during their trip to Paris
Tony and Ziva's first kiss
The morning after the night when they conceived Tali
What happened to Ziva while she was pregnant with Tali (how she mended the relationship with Orli, how Tali learned to recognize Ima and Abba in the picture, them buying the necklace Tali wanted for Ima)
What happened to Ziva when she went deep undercover to run away from Sahar
Tony looking for Ziva and all three of them reuniting in Cairo
Her trip to Paraguay
Reading Morgan Burke's mother last words to Morgan Burke's captor
Tony, Ziva and Tali finally reuniting in Paris
These and many more are the scenes I've always wanted to see on screen. I have worked 5 years on this fanfiction so that it could be the most incredible fanfiction ever written on Tony and Ziva's love story
Now it's time I shared it with you all :)
Thanks to all those who have helped me when I had writer's block or when I had to make sense of it all ;)
P.S. I know Tony can't set foot in France but hey, they're filming the new spin-off in Europe so I set their reunification in Paris anyway. Just go with it :)
Absolutely no one asked for this but I wanted to share my favorite fics I read this year. I’m bad at explaining why I loved these but trust me, if it’s on this list, it blew my mind.
(These are in the order I have read them)
Fuck It, It’s fine by R33sesPieces
The perfect right person wrong time. It takes them a long ass time to learn to be gentle with each other but oh how soft it gets when they do!
The Space Between; or, A Moon to All the Juice in Us by @emeryhall
I have never read anything like this. It’s so clever so creative so interesting.
Zen and the Art of Body Modification by @emeryhall
Wow. I don’t think I can find the words to describe how much I enjoyed reading this. It’s perfectly written. It’s so hot and so soft and honestly really funny. I constantly go back to read my favorite parts.
Lover, you should’ve come over by dykesiriusblack
The most delicious friends with benefits I have ever read, that’s it.
Adore series by @fiveht
The first time I actually enjoyed something with daddy kink. It’s done so so well imo. I loved it.
Beautiful boy (darling boy) by roaming_the_greenwood1
Honestly so sweet and so different. Featuring trans remus pregnant with their child, friends to parents then to lovers, and wolfstar raising harry and actually getting to protect him this time.
Ways to be gentle by quietlemonhush
The number of times I have read this is so embarrassing. As the title implies, the amount of gentleness and love in this is unreal, and I reach for it every time I want to read something comforting.
The Way We Fall by @theresthesnitch
This is my favorite wolfstarbucks I have read. The writing, the sex, the LOVE. So good.
To All a Good Night by MsAlexWP
I absolutely adore anything Alex writes, but this has to be one of my faves. Friends to lovers, emphasis on friends. I love how focused it is on their friendship and care for each other. Their first time is a scene I keep going back to.
I appreciate all the writers mentioned and not mentioned here for their wonderful work!! They bring so much happiness into my life without knowing it!
Well, here it is. The first (and second) chapters of my return to Tiva fic writing.
Summary: A Tiva-centric episode-by-episode fic marathon filling in gaps, peeking behind curtains, and reading Tiva into episodes with little or no Tiva... This should be a fun ride. Each season will be one fic, a chapter per episode.
May contain: missing scenes, internal thoughts of characters, and much much more! If you have suggestions, send them to me in an ask!
This first chapter is something of a prologue. The tone is a little different than what the bulk of these stories will be, but it's not without reason.
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Kill Ari: Part I
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Ziva David did not scare Tony DiNozzo. He was not intimidated by her, nor was he intrigued by her. She did not unsettle him. She did not confuse him. She was just a blip on his radar, someone whose name he would forget as quickly as he had learned it. Why should he remember her? Why should her entrance into his life mean anything in the grand scheme of things? He had just lost a partner, a friend. He wasn't looking to fill any gaps, and an emotionally unavailable Israeli assassin was not high on his list of desired new partners, friends, or anything more than that. Their meeting was a fluke, it never should have happened in the first place.
But in that moment, with her slouching provocatively in that chair across from him, something monumental shifted. He didn’t know it then. Neither one of them could have seen it coming. But these two souls, two ships passing in the night, were destined for something far greater. All the universe had conspired to bring them together, to this exact time and place, and from here on out, nothing would be the same.
There would be pain. There would be heartache. There would be suffering. But they had also just found the person that would understand them more than anyone else in the world. The person they would move heaven and earth to protect, and who would do the same for them. A love far greater than they could have imagined, or ever believed themselves worthy of. A mother or father to their future children. Their life's greatest happiness. Lasting peace after a life of tragedy and turmoil.
So maybe Tony DiNozzo was scared. Maybe he was intimidated. Maybe he was intrigued and unsettled and confused and everything in between. But it's not every day you meet the person you're meant to go through life with side-by-side. And somewhere deep, deep down, a part of him must have known that. Something in the air telling him pay attention, this is important.
No, he didn't know then what this wild young woman would come to mean to him. Nor did she see past the juvenile young agent he was. But this was where their destinies became inextricably linked. This was the beginning of something bigger than the both of them that would shape and mold them for years to come.
This was the beginning of the story of Tony and Ziva.
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Kill Ari: Part II
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If Ziva had known that opening up to Special Agent DiNozzo about her sister would result in him following after her like a lost puppy, she never would have done it. As it turned out, that was just the thing he needed to stop keeping her at arm’s length. Overnight, he appeared to have gotten over the healthy fear of her that she’d happily bestowed upon him at their first meeting, despite the fact that his suspicions of her had not ceased.
A pity. She liked it when a guy recognized how dangerous she was.
Now he was under the assumption that they were friends or something of the sort. Not friends. But he was far too comfortable around her for her taste, and it unnerved her. The moment the elevator doors opened and he spotted her entering the bullpen, his face lit up with the promise of lively conversation.
He talked too much for her taste, too.
“Ms. David, how nice to see you back here in our humble abode,” he said, dropping his feet from where they rested on his desk. As if the welcoming committee wasn’t bad enough already, he then stood to his feet and jogged to meet her in the middle, smoothly turning to walk alongside her the rest of the way to their desk area.
“Where is Gibbs?” she asked, tossing her bag behind one of the desks and plopping into the swivel chair.
“Now hold on,” Tony spoke, taking a seat on the edge of the desk. “You haven’t told me why you’re here. Spill.”
Was he always this annoying? Ziva wondered. Just once, she’d like to find the person she’s looking for without him standing in the way.
After a moment’s deliberation, she decided that keeping silent would only lead to more aggravating inquiries from the agent, which she didn’t have the patience for.
“Fine. I am here because Director Shepard called and asked that I come in. Happy?”
The man flashed a grin. She found herself equal parts charmed and irritated. And then even more irritated by the fact that she was charmed at all.
“Exceedingly,” he answered.
Ziva mentally added sarcasm to the list of languages she knew him to be fluent in.
“So what does our new Director need from you?” he said, deftly lifting a pencil from the pencil cup on the desk.
“I am not sure,” she responded. Best to keep the answers short to discourage further questioning. If it was even possible to discourage this man.
She suspected it wasn’t.
“You know, Gibbs was just here,” Tony continued, twirling the pencil between his fingers. “Had a real humdinger of a clue from Agent Fornell. Met him in a park in the rain, being all cryptic and stuff. You know, wink-wink, nudge-nudge. That kind of thing. It’s a classic FBI move, I wish I could have seen it. Would have been better too, ‘cause Gibbs didn’t have the slightest idea what he was referencing.”
Somewhere amidst all that babbling was an actual piece of relevant information, and it piqued Ziva’s attention. “I am confused—”
“Well, Gibbs really only watches old black-and-white westerns, see,” DiNozzo interrupted, “that’s why he didn’t get it at first—”
Ziva huffed in annoyance. “No, what I mean is I thought you found your terrorist. It is over, why would the FBI be passing information to Gibbs?”
He quirked a half smile again and shook the eraser tip of the pencil in her direction. “There’s something you need to know about the Gibbs gut. It’s rarely wrong.” He stood, pacing the small patch of carpet uselessly in a circle before adding, “And I only say rarely because it sounds crazy to say a man’s gut is never wrong. But it’s true.”
Ziva sighed, barely suppressing an eyeroll, and the chair squeaked as she leaned back. “Forgive me if I do not share your confidence.”
DiNozzo stopped again and raised his eyebrows, fixing her with that half-serious stare he seemed to have perfected. “You can be a non-believer all you want, Ms. David, but I’ve seen it in action. I am a disciple of the Gibbs gut.”
“Well, I’m Jewish,” she answered back with a mocking smile.
That earned a laugh, or at least something like one. Ziva wondered how often Agent DiNozzo found himself outmatched in a battle of the wits. She enjoyed knocking him down a peg, even if she wouldn’t admit it.
“The point is, Gibbs said it wasn’t over, and now it’s looking like he might have been right.”
Finally, they were back on topic.
“The clue—What was it?” Ziva asked.
“Oh, it was brilliant,” DiNozzo began, smiling dreamily as he sat back at his desk. “He did this whole bit, about suggesting Gibbs go see a movie, it was genius. And then of course Gibbs had to come ask me, since I am the resident expert on all things ci-ne-ma.” The last word he enunciated in Italian. Needlessly, she might add.
“What was the movie?” Ziva asked even more forcefully, turning a few heads from other areas in the bullpen. She’d had just about enough of his meaningless drabble, if he didn’t get to the point soon, she’d shake it out of him herself.
“The Peacemaker!” he answered excitedly, seemingly oblivious to how close she’d come to wringing his neck. “George Clooney, Nichole Kidman? Directed by Mimi Leder? Made it in ’97, it’s a real action flick.”
This man couldn’t sit still, that much was clear. He hadn’t even been seated for a minute before he came back to encroach on her personal space, sitting this time directly in front of her on the desk. She shook her head and closed her eyes to maintain composure, momentarily pressing her fingers to the bridge of her nose.
He continued, “Clooney and Kidman have to find this stolen nuclear weapon before it’s used by terrorists, I can’t believe you never saw it!”
So now nuclear weapons were somehow involved? She’d like to see their sources for that, if she was understanding his implications correctly. This conversation was getting her nowhere, she needed to talk to someone who actually knew what was going on, and it was evident that that person was not Anthony DiNozzo.
“Where is Gibbs?” Ziva asked again, this time letting her impatience show through.
For an infuriating second, Agent DiNozzo merely stared at her, an extremely punchable expression on his face. The non-answer that followed was equally frustrating.
“You know, that’s the first question you asked me when we met,” he said, crossing his arms smugly in front of him.
Without blinking, Ziva fired back, “No, the first question was, ‘were you having phone sex?’”
She allowed herself a tiny smirk at his nervous laugh, at the way his posture tensed up. She had gotten under his skin, just like she wanted. Now it was her turn to look smug, narrowing her eyes at him and holding eye contact until they were interrupted by Director Shepard’s voice.
“Ziva.”
She waited just a second longer before breaking eye contact and standing to face the stairs.
“Deputy Director David is on teleconference for you,” her old friend finished, looking down at them from the balcony. Just as quickly as she’d put up her mask of confidence, it slipped away, replaced by an underlying current of dread.
Just as she’d suspected, Agent DiNozzo was quick to catch on. She hurried away, grabbing her bag as she breezed out of the bullpen with DiNozzo tailing her close behind.
“Ooh, Deputy Director David…” he said, jogging after her, “Wouldn’t be daddy, would it?”
Oh, she wanted to tell him to shut up, but he’d see through her right away.
“David is a common Israeli name,” she answered instead in an as unaffected a tone as she could muster.
“You didn’t answer my question.”
He rounded the corner to the stairs to follow her and she braced herself for what would inevitably be another prying question, but it never came. To her great relief, his path had been diverted by Agent Gibbs.
It irked her that he would likely soon know her secret, or at least be reasonably certain of it, but she had bigger things to worry about right now. Namely, what her father wanted to talk to her about, and what it had to do with nuclear weapons. Something didn’t feel right, and she didn’t like it. Unlike Gibbs, she preferred to use her brain to make sense of a situation, not her gut.
But if he was right about this, and she dearly hoped he wasn’t—she knew he wasn’t. He couldn’t be.
But if he was—then she’d have to be a believer.
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This is an ambitious project, I know, but since it has been a while since my last full-scale rewatch of NCIS, I wanted to do something like this as I go. Which means time between updates may vary, but I hope to keep it going. Your support will mean a lot!
On Tumblr I recently hit 1,000 followers, so I wanted to finally get back to my roots and take another whack at Tiva fanfics. Because Tiva is a ship that does not let you go once you've been consumed by it, which for me happened *ten years ago* when I was fourteen. It doesn't seem like it has been that long.
So, I hope there's still lots of Tiva fans out there. I have hope that one day we'll get a happy conclusion to their tale on-screen, but until then, we have fanfiction. And this one goes out to all of you!
summary: The evidence box sometimes holds unusual objects, and when Tony and Ziva decide to play with a cursed crystal pendulum, things escalate quickly.
A/N: I just want to quickly thank everyone who showed any kind of support for this project!!! I’ve been working on these stories for a while now, and I can’t wait to share them all with you <333
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“How does it work?”
Ziva eyed the shining crystal Abby held in the air carefully, observing with a certain degree of wonder how it reflected her lab lamp with its various streams of purple light. Yes, it was part of the evidence, but that didn’t mute its eerie, almost mystical quality as Abby made the pendulum slowly sway from side to side.
“First you make your mind ready,” Abby said in a low tone, eyes glued to the lapidated crystal, “Then you ask a question, and then you verify the signal.” She demonstrated what meant yes (front to back) and no (side to side), while Ziva was still deciding whether to be skeptical about it or afraid they were certainly about to damage some evidence, perhaps even crucial to the case.
Trying not to reflect upon it too much, she blinked away the tiredness of the late hour - there on the lab, she wasn’t certain what time it was, but it sure made her eyelids burn with fatigue - and focused on the way the streams of light danced on Abby’s hand instead.
“Just that?” Ziva found herself saying, fighting back a yawn.
Abby appeared to be as excited as ever, and Ziva briefly wondered how many Caf-Pows she had consumed to be smiling that enthusiastically.
“Wanna try?” she asked cheerily, and Ziva shrugged, raising a hand to hold the crystal Abby presented to her.
summary: Ziva wakes up to a sound coming from her front yard, and it seems like someone is messing with the piles of dry leaves.
A/N: In my heart, the present-day Tony and Ziva only do soft things 200% of the time, so this is one of them :’)
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Still a bit dazed from sleep, Ziva crossed the living room to open up the windows that led to the front of the house. Morning dew condensed the glass, and it was early enough to still hear the birds singing outside, their song entering the house as quickly as the cold gust of air.
She was almost turning towards the kitchen to make their breakfast when an indistinct blur of color caught her eye, running from the middle of their front yard to hide behind the wide trunk of their maple tree.
Glancing at the clock to confirm the time, Ziva found that it was not even 6 am - which was right by her calculations but made her question why one would be awake so early on a plain Saturday, especially in that weather. With a frown, she eyed the figure behind the maple tree again and didn’t know whether to be angry or relieved once she recognized who it was.
summary: Ziva makes use of the early morning to bake. Tony is too sleepy to process anything. Established Tiva.
A/N: I took some liberties with the pumpkin spice prompt lol it has pumpkin? in a way? haha very fall-themed, I think. Slightly NSFW, so watch out for that.
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She tried to find a nearby surface to clean her flour-covered hands, but nothing was close enough or clean enough, so she decided it would be easier to just finish the dough and tidy everything up later.
Ziva eyed the table for a while, processing the time she would need to do that afterward. Half an hour? Twenty minutes? With the bowls used to make the fillings and the various measuring cups and spoons spread across the jam-stained tablecloth, she had made quite a mess without realizing it.
Still focused on calculating the needed time, Ziva jumped a little when she felt his hands hold her by the waist, coming from behind.
“Hmm, what are you doing?” Tony’s voice was slurred with sleep as he nudged his nose in the crook of her neck.
“Baking,” was Ziva’s reply, and she felt his chuckle reverberate across her back.
to name just a few that I’ve personally dealt with
-it’s ok to be living with your family over the age of 18
-it’s ok if you’ve never had a relationship, and if you still haven’t had your first kiss
-it’s ok to have cellulite. it’s ok to not to work out
-it’s ok not to have a huge friend group, or a big social media presence
-it’s ok if you’re not “conventionally” attractive bc that concept is made up!!!!
-it’s ok if you aren’t good at make up, and don’t want to be. it is not lazy for a women to go bare face.
-it’s ok if you didn’t go to parties and drink excessive amounts during high school, high school is so glamorized in tv and it’s not a true depiction. high school is NOT the best four years of your life. neither is college. you did not miss out.
-it’s ok to not know what you want to do, or change your ideas 1000 times. if you want to go back to school @ 28, do it. there is no age limit on education
-it’s ok to have body positivity for others but not yourself. you are growing.
Ziva pulled Tali’s door closed quietly, and with her asleep and Ziva and Tony finally alone in the hallway, there was an almost audible exhale. As though they’d just survived something. Ziva supposed they had, in a way.
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