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Day 2 - Spring fling

A/N: three musketeers banter, tiva

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Spring fling

Word count: 482

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“Well, well, well,” Tony said holding up McGee’s phone to show Ziva the lock screen photo . “Looks like Timmy’s been hiding his spring fling from us.”

McGee rolled his eyes and snatched his phone from Tony’s hand. “Are you jealous, Tony?”

“Why would I be jealous, McGee, I’m happy for you, I’m just disappointed you didn’t share the good news with us.” He glanced at Ziva, walked back to his desk and sat down. “Honesty goes a long way.”

Ziva pursed her lips, and threw a paper ball at him.

McGee scoffed. “The way you were honest about your winter fling?”

Tony faked innocence. “What winter fling?”

“Honesty goes a long way, Tony,” McGee chided, and looked at Ziva. “He was seeing someone, right?”

“Hmm,” Ziva said and looked pensively. “He has been less annoying the past few months.”

Tony threw the ball of paper back at Ziva, only to have her catch it midair with a smirk.

“What happened to her,” McGee asked.

Tony turned to him, and crossed his arms over his chest. “She’s no longer a winter fling.”

Ziva narrowed her eyes at him. “So, what is she now?”

“Well, it’s spring, so…” He shrugged and held her gaze.

McGee’s phone beeped, and a smile spread on his face as he read the message. Absentmindedly, he told Tony, “Flings don’t tend to last half a year.”

“I’m going for a four seasons fling, Timmy, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Does she?” Ziva asked with an amused smile.

Tony frowned at her and tilted his head to the side. “Does she what?”

She briefly touched her earlobe. “Does she understand she’s more than a fling?”

“Of course, she does, she’s very smart.” His eyebrows raised at her tense expression, and he smiled softly. “Except when it comes to relationships…very romantically dysfunctional.”

Ziva chuckled. “Like you.”

Tony nodded. “It’s why we work so well together.”

Ziva glanced at McGee who was still glued to his phone. “Perhaps she would be interested in a summer fling.”

“Only a summer fling?” Tony challenged her.

“Some summers can last a lifetime,” she said, staring at him intently.

McGee put his phone down with a thud, startling them both. “Just admit it,” he said in mild frustration.

Tony frowned and briefly shook his head. “Admit what?”

“That you two are dating,” McGee looked at them pointedly, “each other.”

Tony and Ziva glanced at one another, ready to deny the allegation, but McGee didn’t give them a chance. “Look, I won’t tell Gibbs, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

Their eyes went wide.

“Tell me what?” Gibbs said from behind McGee.

McGee paled, and stammered, “That, um, Tony’s, his winter fling turned into a spring fling.”

“McGee!” Tony hissed.

Gibbs took a long sip of his coffee while staring at Tony, then Ziva. “Congratulations, didn’t think you two could keep it out of the office this long.”

#this is all i ever wanted #tiva fanfiction #30 days of spring

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Day 1 - Strolls among cherry blossoms

A/N: le sigh, here we go again, one last time, not sure I'll be writing and posting for 30 consecutive days this time, we'll see how it goes. as with the other 3 challenges, do not expect quality, do expect piss-poor editing and repetitiveness (apparently I basically plagiarized this first ficlet from the winter challenge, but if I don't post this now I'll never get this challenge started). prompts will be cherry-picked from different prompts list

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: Strolls among cherry blossoms

Word count: 475

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The vanilla scent of the cherry blossoms carried by a pleasantly warm breeze, made the day seem just a little brighter than when they had left the Navy Yard half an hour earlier. Tony smiled for no particular reason and glanced to his left, smiling wider for a particular reason he would never admit to. Well, not never, just, not yet.

Another warm breeze caressed his face, and his heart, as it gently brushed Ziva's curls, his fingers aching to do the same.

Someday soon, he thought, looking at his partner as his heart bloomed like the cherry blossoms all around them.

"What?" Ziva asked as she looked at him, her brows knitting.

He shrugged his shoulders, but not his goofy smile. "Nothing."

She looked him up and down with suspicion. "You have been very quiet … and pleasant."

He blinked slowly, confusion clouding his joyful mood. "I'm sorry?"

Ziva rolled her eyes. "If you are planning on pranking me..." she said and then suddenly reached for the top of his head, causing him to flinch slightly.

She scoffed at his reaction, and showed him the pink flower petal she had retrieved from his hair.

He looked away, distracted by the breeze rustling through the trees, carrying away more blossoms. A flowery flurry landed on the gravel all around them, as something tickled the back of his head. Swatting in the general direction, his hand brushed against Ziva's.

As they both drew back their hands slowly, mischief fluttered in Ziva's eyes. "More flowers," she stated offhandedly. The grin on her lips grew along with his own suspicion.

Her hand brushed through his hair once more, deliberately, nimble fingers tickling his scalp. He narrowed his eyes as she failed to produce more flowers, and stared at her silently.

Tilting her head to the side, she asked, "Do you have a problem with my touching your hair?"

He bit his bottom lip, mulling over his reply. "I do," he said slowly, watching her grin fall like the blossoms from the trees.

Her lips formed a silent “Oh” and his heart fluttered in a breeze of courage. "But only because you don't touch it often enough."

The corners of her mouth lifted, a faint blush on her cheeks, as more flowers blew in their direction, covering their hair.

He absentmindedly plucked petals from her curls, getting lost in her eyes, and the softness of her hair, butterflies swirling in his stomach as she languidly ran her fingers through his hair.

It briefly occurred to him that they should probably get back to work, or at the very least move away from the cherry trees. And as her fingers lingered in his hair longer than necessary, his deliberately skimmed over one last flower in hers. A soft, pink remnant of a bright, warm moment between them.

And a reason to run his hands through her hair again, later.

#30 days of spring #tiva fanfiction #my heart is so happy

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You are allowed to feel all that (and trust me, it's pretty similar for me with my own writing), but just know you have at least me and likely other fans of your work doing this when you post:

Excuse me @loudlooks ?????? You started a 30 Days of Spring challenge and did not let me know????!?!!! I would be more upset if I wasn't overwhelmed with excitement

#i only tell facts

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If Tony doesn't call a "family campfire" at the begining of the spin-off to which Ziva and Tali reluctantly attend...and then later on, when there is a big choice to be made by Tony, both of the girls call a family campfire to show how much they support and love him and are ready to follow his lead, I will demand a refund

#tiva spinoff #if someone already said this i apologize #my rl is exhausting and can't tell up from down

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Excuse me @loudlooks ?????? You started a 30 Days of Spring challenge and did not let me know????!?!!! I would be more upset if I wasn't overwhelmed with excitement

#tiva fanfiction #you know i love me a 30 day by you #💜

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And a kiss that's partly for show during an undercover moment, but ends up feeling more real (more intense) than they expected

I'm hoping we get a lot of kisses in the Tiva spinoff, but the one I'm probably hoping for most is a "relieved, run to each other and kiss desperately because you're both alive" kiss

Also a morning wake up kiss

#tiva

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#inspo

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would you tell us more about The Waiting Room? (also just FYI I'm keeping an eye out for to be wanted (by you)!!!

The Waiting Room is Gibbs-centric, but Ziva and the David-DiNozzo family both figure prominently. It's basically a rumination for Gibbs on getting older and having to be in so many doctors' offices for one ailment or another. I should just sit down and finish it one of these days.

Honestly, all this talk about to be wanted (by you) is making me want to write on it! 🤭

#tiva fanfiction #ncis fanfiction #tat's writerly life

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For the WIP game; 8. The villa (mainly because I've been watching too much about roman history so it caught my eye, and it reminds me of a WIP of my own)

Once upon a time, I released The Villa as part of Tiva Amnesty, but I think I deleted it at some point. Tony goes searching for Ziva when all the Sergei Mishnev stuff is happening, and he tracks her to a villa in Italy. I like the writing, but I've never been able to finish it.

“I like what you’ve done with the place.” Tony spins in a circle, taking in the interior. It’s not rundown as much as meager.

“It is not permanent.” The look she pins him with says, And neither are you.

But for the night, at least, she isn’t kicking him out.

“I said I like it. You’ve got a whole Under the Tuscan Sun-vibe going on. You haven’t made any lesbian friends to replace me, have you?”

“They are vacationing in Germany right now,” she replies smoothly.

How had he forgotten the sly little smile she wears when teasing him?

#tiva fanfiction #tat's writerly life

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I adore all of these fics, but especially Date Nap. I go back to it frequently. 💕

Find The Word (Love Themed)

Tagged by @hopeless-nostalgiac

The rules are simple, find the given words in your writing (WIP, Published, a college essay - it doesn’t matter) or something close enough (I think conjugating verbs and finding synonyms are both fair game) share an excerpt, and tag some friends and some new words to play too.

Words for me to find:

Date, Kiss, Bed or Bedroom, Love, Promise

Words for you to find:

Hug, Care, Loyal, Friend, Dinner

Tags to play: @aksannyi, @freckleslikestars, @paperclipninja, @earanemith, @benditlikepress

Date

From Date Nap

Somehow he managed to look at her disapprovingly with only one barely opened eye. “We’re going to Da Giovanni’s.” His arms wrapped around her, and he languidly stroked her back. “Not my first choice for a first date, but we’re not postponing again, I’ve been waiting for this for years.”

Kiss

From Heatwave

Her fingers gripped at his shirt, pulling him closer, then fully against her as she moved to stand up on her tiptoes and wrap her arms around his neck. “That was barely even a kiss!”

Bed or Bedroom

From Home

As the door swung open, the first thing he noticed was the floral pattern. Everywhere. Even on the carpet. He suddenly remembered his dislike of country Bed and Breakfasts. The second thing was the single queen-size bed that took up most of the tiny room. He glanced at Ziva who stepped into the room—she had always been braver than him—dumped her bag on one side of the bed, then turned around slowly, taking in the decoration.

Love

From The way you said “I love you.“ - 28

I love you When she heard herself utter the words she had sworn she never would, never again, panic gripped her heart. This was not fair. She had never told him when he was alive. He was not supposed to die. But she repeated them anyway, like a mantra, they couldn’t hurt him anymore; he was already dead.

Promise

From A Special Snowflake

She had endured his whining good-naturedly, promised him a chocolate chip cookie, and brushed a few snowflakes off his shoulder. That’s when he had first spotted the snowflake in her hair.

#tiva fanfiction

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Oooh, your WIP list is fascinating. Normally mine looks a lot more like that too, but the inspiration has been running low lately. I'd most like to know about to be wanted (by you) and Separation Anxiety, please and thankyou!

I'm very low on inspiration, too. I need the tiva spin-off. Right. Now.

I got the idea for to be wanted (by you) from a post here. It's a tag to the episode where Tony thinks he's going to be on the NCIS recruitment poster or whatever, and at the end they choose Gibbs instead. Ziva tries to console him by pointing out that his shoulder made it onto the poster. In the fic, Tony is still moping later that day and Ziva endeavors to...help him through it. There is also some Ziva introspection about her instinct to absorb the emotions of others because I can't resist. Here's a snippet:

Now she caught herself. Did she sense when Gibbs was displeased with his agents’ meager findings on a case? Yes. Could she perceive Abby’s disappointment over McGee missing their friendiversary? Of course. But that was where it stopped, the awareness. She no longer felt the need to mitigate the emotions of others. Except, perhaps, when it came to Tony DiNozzo. Granted, it took concerted effort to ignore her partner’s antics on a good day. Years of practice afforded Ziva the ability to block out his incessant chatter and non-stop pop culture references, most of which she didn’t understand anyway. She could convince herself his over-the-top whines were wind chimes and his boisterous laughter the twittering of happy birds. The days passed smoothly if she achieved such delusion.  What she could not do so easily was dismiss Tony when he was hurt, even if the wound was to his ego rather than his flesh.

Separation Anxiety is Tivali in Paris, post 17x11, focusing on Ziva acclimating to family life. It's one of those pieces that I wrote a draft for, but I've never been able to continue it in a way that makes me happy. Maybe someday.

This was the pattern since she returned. To be with Tali. That’s how it started. To claw back time, the nearly four years they lost. Daylight hours were not enough. Ziva would climb in after Tony read exactly two picture books (or two chapters of a chapter book). Lullabies sung. A few whispers. Then sleep.  At the farmhouse, the reverse had been true. Tali knew only Ziva’s bed the first year, an arrangement of convenience for 3 a.m. nursings. The routine continued as Tali grew and Ziva grew accustomed to her little girl snuggled to her body, as if trying to return in-womb. Tali’s “big girl bed” in her “big girl room” was merely a prop after sunset.  Secretly, Ziva loved it. It was in that bedroom Tali was conceived; it was there that Tony gave her hope again, a reason to fight and live. How her daughter ever learned to walk was a wonder! The hours she was not holding her child close, on a hip or fully against her chest, were so few. Even in sleep, it was hard to let go.  Now, she clung to school-going Tali not in awe, but fear.

Thanks for the interest!! *hugs*

#tiva fanfiction #tat's writerly life

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Find The Word (Love Themed)

Tagged by @mrsmungus,who's single-handedly keeping me connected to my writing. *hugs*

The rules are simple, find the given words in your writing (WIP, Published, a college essay - it doesn't matter) or something close enough (I think conjugating verbs and finding synonyms are both fair game) share an excerpt, and tag some friends and some new words to play too.

Words for me to find:

Affection, Heart, Kiss, Romance, Spark

Words for you to find:

Date, Kiss, Bed or Bedroom, Love, Promise

Tags to play: @loudlooks @indestinatus @television-overload @jeanmoreaux @wanna-be-bold

@pro-bee @mcgeekle and anyone else!

Affection

From After Midnight: “You are drunk,” she says, reiterating the fact for good measure.     His pliable lips stretch sideways in a silly smile that taps into the pocket of affection she’s long had for his sweet, playful side. “You’re drunk,” he accuses with a scrunch of his nose.  He is half right, and it’s so hot in the backseat, and she knows she should pull away, or push him away, backhand some sense into him even, but something in a momentary flash of sobriety over his expression keeps her from moving at all.

Heart

From Now Playing: They’d filled up a lifetime’s worth of heartache and turmoil and redemption in just a few short years, and it followed them—their collective history—like scars, souvenirs from battles fought both side-by-side and against one another. If their bodies got too close, would they see how well the marks lined up? If so, what would that prove about them? Something once, twice broken. Something messy and complicated… Something, Tony decided shortly after bringing her home, he never wanted to lose again. 

Kiss

From a WIP, New Year Normal: Tony sighed and held her tighter, dragging his teeth over the spot she’d kissed. “It’s definitely not how I thought we’d be spending our first New Year’s Eve as a couple, that’s for sure.”

Romance

From smiles that give you away: Now there were no boundaries. Personal overrunning professional. The endless volley of looks–ranging from playful to uncomfortably intimate–sent across their desks, seeming to convey more without words than with. Touches that lingered on arms and low backs and waists anytime they crossed paths, like two spies who hadn’t yet mastered the brush-pass–who no longer cared that their cover was blown.  McGee couldn’t have written an office romance better himself. (He’d tried.) But they still had jobs to do.

Spark

From Full Mischief: Tony held the butcher knife out to her, the green in his eyes sparkling like jewels. He was pleased with himself, clearly. As if this was his plan from the beginning. “Take a stab, sweetcheeks.”

#tiva fanfiction #tat's writerly life #writing

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Last Sentence Tag Game

Another lovely tag from @mrsmungus

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

This is from the New Year's tiva story that haunts me late at night.

Or perhaps her arousal was finally edging out logic.

Tagging: @wanna-be-bold @pro-bee @indestinatus @television-overload @loudlooks

@laurelsalexis @jeanmoreaux @earanemith @benditlikepress

#writing #tiva fanfiction #tat's writerly life

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WIP Game...

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

@mrsmungus tagged me, but I'm not sure she knew what she was asking for. I have lots of unfinished stuff. Lots. And all my stories are categorized in their own folder, so often the fic title isn't in the file name or it's the abbreviation and the chapter/scene. But here they are!

WFG_11

NYN_Scene 2

to be wanted (by you)

Fresh Draft CMH

LIG_2 Sensitivity

Football Dilemma

Separation Anxiety

The Villa

TC2_Secret

Night Five fresh draft

Homefront

The Waiting Room

Q3_Landing

Next_part2

soft colors_hannix

Tags to play: @wanna-be-bold @pro-bee @loudlooks @indestinatus @television-overload (my brain can't remember anyone else - join in if you want!)

#tiva fanfiction #tat's writerly life #writing #hannix fic

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Cote de Pablo behind the scenes footage in NCISverse: The First 1,000

#cutie pie

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one of the best parts of shalom was when it was revealed that tony had been going over to ziva’s place every week to hang out, and then it was never mentioned again

#the best? #or what keeps me up at night?

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Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry written in October 1920, featured in The Diary of Virginia Woolf: Vol.2, 1920-1924

#quotes