#earanemith

[hookedonapirate]

Hey, maybe i missed something but did you take your fic a helping hand down???

Hello @earanemith, you are correct, I did take A Helping Hand down. I published it as an original novel called, Hard to Handle. I can send you a copy of AHH if you'd like.

[television-overload]

soft light

(My fic for November's Tiva fic challenge!)

@tiva-fic-challenges

Tag List (if you'd like to be added or taken off, lmk!): @benedettabeby @earanemith @hopeless-nostalgiac @indestinatus @loudlooks @mrsmungus @nicolem194 @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @tivafanfic @tivajunkie @tonysziva @whoa-myninja

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

New Tiva Fic (NSFW)

Title: only bought this bodysuit for you could take it off Rating: Explicit - read responsibly Characters: Tony/Ziva, little bit of Tali in the beginning What to expect: A piece of clothing becomes an aphrodisiac for Tony and Ziva.

“Yes,” she hummed, blindly feeling for his jaw, her trimmed nails scratching at the day’s worth of scruff. “I have been thinking about this since the moment I tried it on.”

NSFW

Click here to read on Ao3

Tag list: @earanemith @mrsmungus @loudlooks @pro-bee @indestinatus

@coffeedepablo @television-overload @paperclipninja @thatcaithness @benedettabeby

@saltedcaramela @benditlikepress @harmandmac @jungle-through-the-ferns @delicatefalice

(as always, let me know if you want on/off the list)

[undercaffinatednightmare]

Blackberry Summers - Chapter 3

What’s this? Another chapter and it’s not even Wednesday? 😱

The chapter count is up!

Tag!

@jrob64 @resident-of-storybrooke @lfh1226-linda @darkshadow7 @fleurdepetite @motherkatereloyshipper @soniccat @beckettj @zaharadessert @winterbaby89 @earanemith @everything-person @elizabeethan @elfiola @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @tiganasummertree @teamhook @caught-in-the-filter @ilovemesomekillianjones @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jonesfandomfanatic @kmomof4 @laianely @stahlop @gingerchangeling @hollyethecurious @exhaustedpirate @ultraluckycatnd @xarandomdreamx @belovedcreation @shady-swan-jones @ohmakemeahercules @bdevereaux-blanche @donteattheappleshook @the-darkdragonfly @poptart-cat-78 @snowbellewells

[benditlikepress]

left behind

a pre-21x02 fic

Words: 677

It was McGee that called to tell him. Tony had barely had time to think of a nickname, had barely got the "Mc-" out of his mouth, when he heard McGee echo his own name back and heard the tone. "Who?" was all he asked. Years working in a job like theirs, you get to know the tone.

Read here on AO3

taglist: @indestinatus @benedettabeby @delicatefalice @television-overload @earanemith @pro-bee trying and failing to remember anyones names from the past lol but hi guys its-a me mario <3

[jrob64]

Self-Promo Sunday

The other day, I heard the song "That's How You Know" from the movie Enchanted, and it reminded me of this story I wrote. I also recently read an article that said some of the men who danced for that song were original chimney sweeps from "Chim-Chim-Cheree" in Mary Poppins, and the flowers they're holding resemble their chimney sweep brushes. I thought that was pretty cool trivia!

This was originally posted on Valentine's Day 2023, but love stories aren't just for one holiday out of the year, and Captain Swan is my favorite love story. I also have to say I'm quite proud of the pic set I created for it.

This is a one-shot of almost 3300 words, is canon compliant (giving us some CS domestic married scenes) and is rated T. I hope you enjoy it, whether reading it for the first time or rereading it.

You can find it in these places: ffn Ao3 Tumblr

Tagging:

@qualitycoffeethings @grimmswan @cs-rylie @wyntereyez @kmomof4 @hookedmom @ultraluckycatnd @paradiselady19 @xarandomdreamx @motherkatereloyshipper @lfh1226-linda

@pawshapedheart @vampcoffeegyrl23 @tiganasummertree @bluewildcatfanatic @eleveneitherway @elfiola @kday426

@julieenchanted-swans @gingerchangeling @andiirivera @djlbg @jonesfandomfanatic @snowbellewells @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @cocohook38 @ilovemesomekillianjones

@zaharadessert @lyssapup27 @undercaffinatednightmare @winterbaby89 @jennjenn615 @xsajx @jackieorioncat @teamhook @soniccat @jarienn972 @softkilly @kymbersmith-90 @apiratewhopines

@hollyethecurious @laianely @resident-of-storybrooke @exhaustedpirate @caught-in-the-filter @stahlop @veryverynotgoodwrites @darkshadow7 @fleurdepetite @whimsicallyenchantedrose @earanemith @superchocovian @idristardis @captainswan-kellie @beckettj

[loudlooks]

Day 14 - Dandelion wishes

30 day challenge notes: quantity over quality, limited editing, stand-alone/unrelated stories unless specifically stated otherwise, not always tiva, chronologically randomly set in whatever pre-s11 season seems to fit

A/N: Set shortly after Ziva's return from Somalia...this was not at all what I expected to write when @earanemith send me the prompt (thanks again!)

Tag for blocking/following: 30 days of spring

Prompt: dandelion wishes

Word count: 635

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The sun was bright in the midday sky as Tony exited the bakery. Squinting across the street where he had parked the car, he put on his sunglasses, and his eyes were instantly drawn to a woman sitting on the edge of a raised flower bed on the left. He’d recognize her anywhere.

His stomach churned, his feet were frozen to the pavement, his fingers curled tighter around the paper bag that contained his and McGee’s lunches, as he stared at the pained look on her face.

Ziva bit her lip, seemingly lost in thought, yet suddenly distracted by a small, white butterfly that landed on a nearby yellow dandelion. Her small smile faded as soon as the butterfly fluttered away, looking for another flower.

His heart ached at the memory of her abundant laughter, her smirks and sultry smiles, that small smile of empathy she reserved for painful situations, the snorts when he had made her laugh in spite of herself. He would give anything to make the pain etched on her face vanish into thin air.

Ziva gently touched the petals of the dandelion, then with a flash of determination reached for the dandelion next to it, bringing the fluffy seed head closer as she leaned in. Closing her eyes briefly, she took a deep breath, then blew it out, sending white puffs of seeds to carry her wish on the warm spring breeze. Her features softened slightly, as she watched the seeds fall, and flutter, and disappear off into the distance.

A jolt ran through his body, and with a mind of their own, as if carried by that same breeze, his feet brought him closer to her, right in front of her, with a cautious smile, hoping she wouldn’t mind the intrusion.

Emotions warred in her eyes as she looked up to meet his gaze. He removed his sunglasses, not wanting to hide from her.

Relief washed over him as he caught a glimpse of hope, a glimpse of a smile, a glimpse of a nod to the empty spot next to her.

He sat down, placing the bag of food between them, afraid of pushing boundaries too soon. The physical closeness they had, that complete lack of personal space, would grow back given enough time. It would be difficult, but he couldn’t imagine anything more worthwhile.

“What did you wish for?” Tony asked casually. Panic flashed in her eyes, and he wanted to kick himself.

Then she let out a self-conscious half chuckle, and said, “If I tell you it might not come true.”

Smoothing down his tie, he glanced away, then said, “I wouldn’t want that to happen.”

She bit her bottom lip, then looked away, brows furrowed slightly.

He loosened his tie, wishing he could read her mind. From the corner of his eye, he saw another dandelion seed head. He leaned back and plucked it, then held it out in front of him.

He gazed in her eyes, hoping she understood he would do anything to make her wishes come true, as long as they made her happy. Eased her pain. Made her smile.

Focusing on the dandelion, he blew, just as a gust of wind came from the opposite direction, blowing the fluffy seeds all over him. He scrubbed a hand over his face, wiping away most of the seeds and frustration. When he met Ziva’s gaze again, she could barely contain her laughter.

His heart drummed in his chest, and with a chuckle, he swiped blindly at the front of his jacket.

Ziva burst out laughing, and picked a few seeds from his hair and shoulders. “What did you wish for?” she asked with a glint in her eyes.

Resisting the urge to reach out and touch her, Tony smiled softly. “It already came true.”

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Tagging (let me know if you want to be added or removed): @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @indestinatus, @happygirl-0408

[indestinatus]

I'm pickin' up good vibrations

summary: Ziva didn’t care for Tony invading her apartment on the weekend. But she really did care when he started messing with the remote controls and had no clue that they were connected to the vibrating panties she was currently wearing.

NSFW (please check the tags!)

tagging: @pro-bee @benedettabeby @television-overload @hopeless-nostalgiac @loudlooks @happygirl-0408 @irish-trish @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @earanemith @corneliastan13 @wanna-be-bold @delicatefalice + whoever wants to be added (let me know!)

read it on ao3

[aprilqueen84]

A Toast To The New Year

A/N: Hello everyone! I wanted to first off by saying that I am very happy to be back writing and that I am thankful to everyone for being so patient for this story. I know that it's a little (three weeks) late but I hope you all love it. This is not betaed so any mistakes and grammar problems are mine, I just wanted to get this out to you. Also if you do not see your name on my tag or you wish to be added let me know!

Tag List: @hollyethecurious, @resident-of-storybrooke, @kmomof4, @jennjenn615, @pirateherokillian, @piinfeathers @enchanted-swans, @superchocolatecocoabear, @deathbycaptainswan, @winterbaby89, @kingofmyheart14, @a-faekindagirl, @kymbersmith-90, @ekr032-blog-blog, @laschatzi, @teamhook, @ilovemesomekillianjones, @capswantrue, @bmbbcs4evr, @kday426, @tiganasummertree, @Ifh1226-linda, @meganhinsley, @xarandomdreamx, @jrob64, @hannahhook7744, @klynn-stormz @therooksshiningknight, @earanemith, @snowbellewells, @motherkatereloyshipper, @emmythedaydreamer, @quirkykayleetam, @onceuponsomechaos, bdevereaux-blanche.

A Toast To The New Year

It was two weeks before Christmas when Emma brought the subject up to Killian as they were sitting around the kitchen table eating breakfast. 

“A  New Year’s Eve Party, Love,” Killian asked perplexed.

Emma nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Yeah. It’s at Town Hall. Regina is throwing it,” she said nonchalantly.

Killian raised an eyebrow at her. “And what, pray tell, does a New Years Eve party entail love?” 

Emma tilted her head at her husband in confusion for a few seconds before realizing her faux pas. “Oh! I’m sorry babe. Sometimes I forget that you’re still not familiar with some of our traditions,” she said sheepishly

Killian reached across the table and rested it on Emma’s. “It’s alright love, it just goes to show what a modern man I’ve become,” he joked. 

Emma laughed. “Too true. It’s basically just a gathering to celebrate the new year.” she explained.

“I gathered that love, but what does one do at these celebrations?” he asked.

“The ones I’ve been to in the past. Mostly drink.” she responds with a shrug of her shoulders.

“Aye? Sounds like my kind of party Swan,” Killian said jovially.

Emma smiled at him. “Some go out to these extravagant parties where there’s dancing and drinks while others choose the more laid back route and stay in with family and friends. But either way it ends with a countdown to midnight and when the clock strikes 12 you ring in the new year with a kiss.” 

“A kiss you say? Well I think I’m liking the idea of this New Years Eve business more and more,” he said cheekily, wagging his eyebrows at her.

Emma shook her head playfully at her husband. “Of course that would be the first thing that registers to you the most.”

“Can you blame me, love?” He said, giving her a devilish look.

Emma rolled her eyes at her husband's antics. “So what do you think?” she asked, getting back to the subject at hand.

“Well that depends, love. I assume this party is going to be more on the extravagant side?” he hedged a guess.

Emma grimaced a little. “Yeah. Probably. I don’t know all the details yet. Mom only told me about it last night.”

“Well if it means I get to spend the evening dancing with my beautiful wife then count me in,” he said lovingly.

Emma felt herself start to blush slightly. “Charmer.”

“Only for you my love,” he said, lifting her hand up to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles. “Just let me know the full details when you find out and we’ll go from there.”

Emma nodded her head. "Yeah. I'm meeting my Mom for lunch tomorrow and I'll see if she knows anymore about it. Hopefully Regina doesn't go too overboard." 

XX

"A what!" Emma exclaimed. When she asked her mother what the New Years Eve party was going to be like , a variety of scenarios went through her head but she was not prepared for what came out of her mother's mouth.

"A ball! Isn't that exciting!" Snow said gleefully.

Emma just stared at her mother in silence until it finally registered what she said. "What on earth possessed Regina to make the theme of the party a ball? And what kind of ball are we talking about? Fancy dress up, like black tie or..she trailed off, afraid of saying the next part out loud in case the feeling she had was right.

"An Enchantment Forest ball!" Snow said, confirming her worst nightmare.

Emma closed her eyes and let out a deep sigh. "Because of course it is." she mumbled under her breath.

Snow continued on, oblivious to the internal turmoil her daughter was going through. “Oh Emma, I can just picture it. Everyone dressed in their ball attire, dancing and mingling,” she lets out a sigh. “It’ll be magical,” she said wistfully.

As she listened to her mother, Emma felt most of her annoyance fade. She realized that it’s been a long time since Snow has been to a ball (the one in Camelot in her opinion didn’t count. She was the Dark One and a man died. Not really a fun celebration.) so she takes a deep breath and says, “That’s a big undertaking. New Year's Eve is only two weeks away. I take it you’re helping Regina out?” she asked.

“Absolutely! When Regina told me what the theme was I jumped at the chance to help. Let me tell you all about it,” Snow said.

As Emma listened to her mother go over the details, one stuck out to her the most. “Wait mom. Ballroom? Town Hall doesn’t have a ballroom.” As soon as she said that Emma noticed Snow grow quiet. When she looked up at her, she saw that her mother was looking down at the table, “Mom?”

“Well it’s not going to be at the Town Hall anymore. It’s not big enough,” Snow said, not quite meeting her eyes.

Emma frowned. “Well where is it going to be?”

“I told Regina that it wasn't a good idea but she was adamant. She said it was the only place that could hold everyone,” Snow said in a rush.

“Slow down Mom. Why are you so upset?” Emma asked.

Snow hesitated before finally saying, “The ball is going to be at The Sorcerer’s  Mansion.”

Emma froze. Memories of spiders and a bright light behind a door ran through her head. “Why? Why would she pick where Gold and Gideon tried to kill me of all places?” She said slightly sticken.

Snow sighed. “I know, I know. I tried to talk her out of it. I really did,” she paused, shrugging her shoulders. “But you know how Regina can get sometimes. You know, you don’t have to go if you don’t want to honey. Your father and I would understand.”

Emma nodded her head. “I know Mom. Let me talk to Killian about it first.”

Snow reached over and patted her hand gently. “Alright sweetheart.”

XXX

Killian watched Emma pace back and forth as she told him about the conversation she had with her mother this afternoon and to say he wasn’t happy about the news would be an understatement. Memories of feeling powerless tied to that fence as the Crocodile taunted him about stealing Emma’s magic and trapping her in that blasted hat. 

“So what do you think?” Emma asked, pulling him back to the present.

Killian glanced up at his wife from where he was seated on the couch. He saw that she was  wringing her hands together and biting her bottom lip. “Come here love,” he said, holding his hand out to her.

Emma walked over, took his hand and sat down next to him. She could immediately feel the tension leave her body. “I’m being silly right? I mean it’s just a building. I shouldn’t let it affect me so much.” 

“It’s not silly Emma,” Killian said softly. 

“I just,” Emma paused, trying to gather her thoughts. “I just hate feeling like this.”

Killian tilted his head at her in question. “Like what love?”

“Like that place has some kind of power over me. I was fine and then as soon as Mom mentioned the Mansion I froze and I was right back there, almost falling for Gold’s trap and fighting a giant spider.” Emma confesses wearily.

Killian couldn’t stand seeing his Swan look so dejected. “Emma. It doesn’t make you powerless. You’ve been through so much over the past few years, it’s only understandable that you would feel like that. Plus you’re not alone, we both have terrible memories of that place, the Gold men tormented us both there.” 

“What a pair we are huh?” Emma said with a chuckle.

Killian smiled at her. “So what do you say we conquer the memories together?”

“What do you mean?” Emma asked, confused.

“Well you said that New Years is a time for new beginnings and for leaving unpleasant things in the past and moving forward right?” Killian asked her.

“Yeah,” Emma replied, still not sure where he was going with this.

“How about we show those memories who’s boss and have the night of our lives,” Killian said animatedly.

“You mean go to the ball?” Emma asked, sort of unsure.

“Aye! Come on Emma. When have you ever backed away from a challenge?” Killian asked teasingly.

Emma playfully glared at him. “A challenge huh? Okay Captain I’ll bite,” she stopped, contemplating something for a few seconds before continuing. “ Under one condition.”

“What’s that?” Killain asked suspiciously

“I get to pick our outfits for the ball,” Emma smiled devilishly at him.

Killian narrowed his eyes at her. “What are you up to, Swan?”

“You’ll have to wait and see,” Emma said before leaning over and placing a lingering kiss to his lips.

XXX

TIme moved quickly after that. Christmas came and went and before everyone knew it, it was New Years Eve. The whole town had been excited for the party with people going into the local clothing shops in droves to find the right outfit to wear. When Emma came up with the idea of what her and Killians outfits were gonna be, she knew exactly the right person to help her. To say her mother was over the moon when she asked for her help (with several promises to keep it a secret)  would be an understatement. She had started to get a little worried because it had been taking longer than anticipated but when she had gotten the phone call the day before the party that they were done, she breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Standing in the foyer, Emma stared at the two garment bags hanging from the coat rack. She was equal parts excited and nervous for the big reveal. Killian had been trying to get out of her for the past two weeks what they were going to wear but she held strong even though he had been very persuasive. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Killians face when he saw them, he won’t know what hit him. Almost as if he sensed her thinking about him, Killian walked through the door at that very minute. Upon seeing her husband Emma quickly went over to him and threw her arm around him.

“Oof!” Killian let out a grunt at the sudden collision. “Not that I’m complaining love but what’s all this about?”

Emma pulled back and looked up at him with a beaming smile across her face. “They’re here!” She said, pulling him over to the coat rack.

“What’s here Swan?” Killian asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“Our outfits for the party!” Emma said enthusiastically, taking one of the garment bags and handing it to him.

Killian looked from the bag to Emma and immediately went to unzip it in anticipation. “No!” Emma called out to stop him. When he looked at her in question she said. “You have to wait.”

“Wait for what?” Killian asked. 

“Until you get upstairs! Everything else you need is in the guest room,” Emma informed him. She then kissed him and turned him towards the stairs. “Go on,” she said, giving him a gentle push. Killian gave her a playful glare before making his way up the stairs two at a time, excitement in his steps. As soon as she heard the guest room door shut Emma grabbed the other bag and headed up to the master bedroom

XXX

Emma stood in front of the full length mirror smoothing her hands over the red fabric of her dress. It was exactly what she wanted. Everything from the sweetheart neckline adorned with rhinestones to the full skirt, It’s perfect she thought. She thinks back to when she first wore this dress in The Enchanted Forest and how despite the circumstances she was in she had such a magical time and.. 

A knock on the door broke her from her thoughts. “Emma,” Killian said softly.

Emma turned toward the door, butterflies suddenly bubbled up in her stomach. “Come in.”

Killian walked through the and upon seeing his wife instantly froze. She was a vision in the dress, just as she was the first time she wore it. “Swan..I..You look,” he stuttered, unable to form the words he needed to say.

Emma walked over to him and took his hand in hers. “Are you surprised? She said with a smile.

Killian looked down at her lovingly. “Very much so.”

Emma reached her hands up to run them along the black lapels of his tan colored jacket. “You look just as handsome in it now as you did then.” she said.

“What made you decide on these outfits Emma?” he asked

Emma took a deep breath to gather her thoughts. “The ball in The Enchanted Forest was the first time in my life I felt truly free, where I could let go for a little while and that was because of you,” she told him.

“Emma,” Killian said softly.

“You give me strength. You did then and you do now and I wanted to recreate what i felt that night so,” she stopped and gestured towards their outfits.

Killian was silent for a few seconds before he swooped down and sealed his lips over hers in a passionate kiss. Emma let out a soft moan and gripped his lapels tightly. They stayed like that for several minutes until the need to breathe made them pull away. They rested their foreheads against each other's and just basked in their for one another. 

XXX

The doorbell ringing from downstairs had them pulling back from each other. "Our chariot awaits my love," Killian says, holding out his arm for Emma to take. 

When they made it outside they were greeted with the sight of a horse drawn carriage waiting for them. To keep with the theme, Regina used magic to conjure them to bring the guests to the ball. The driver of the carriage opened the door for them and Killian helped her up into it, before climbing in behind her. Once they were seated on the plush red seats, Killian knocked on the carriage wall behind him and they were off.

XXX

Emma watched through the window as the scenery changed from the lights and buildings of main street to the darkness of the woods surrounding the town. If she didn’t know any better she would have thought she was actually in The Enchanted Forest and she was a princess on her way to a ball with her prince. 

“Everything alright, love?” Killian asked, slightly concerned about how quiet she’s been.

Emma turned to look at her husband who was sitting beside her. “Yeah,” she said with a smile. “Yean, I’am,” and as she said it Emma realized she really meant it. She didn’t have any nerves or feelings of dread about the night ahead. The only thing she felt was excitement. Killian must have realized the same by the expression on her face because he returned her smile and lifted her hand to place a kiss on her knuckles.

The rest of the ride was made in comfortable silence, both content to just be. As they were looking out the window, lights started to appear in the trees on either side of the road, indicating that they had arrived. When they stopped in front of the mansion the driver opened the carriage door, Killian climbed out first then held out his hand to help her out.

When Emma excited the carriage her eyes widened at the sight before her. Regina and her Mom really went all out. Flowers lined the walkway and up the staircase leading up to the entrance of the mansion, tiki torches were also dotted along the walkway, illuminating the night. As they made their way inside, soft music was playing and lanterns were hung on the walls in the hallway leading into the ballroom.

When they stepped into the ballroom it was like they had been transported back to The Enchanted Forest. The room was decorated with white and gold twinkling strands of lights, tall candelabras stood in the corners of the ballroom bringing a soft glow to the room and round tables draped with white table cloths were placed on either side of the room leaving a generous space in the middle for dancing. 

“Wow! This is amazing!” Emma exclaimed, looking at Killian.

Killian nodded his head. “Aye! This is truly spectacular,” he said in awe.

A voice calling their names had them turning to see Snow and David coming towards them through the crowd. “Emma. Killian. You’re here,” Snow enthusiastically said, immediately pulling her daughter and son-in-law in for a hug.

“Hi Mom,” Emma said, returning her mothers hug. Stepping back she looked around the room then back at Snow. “Mom. Everything looks amazing!”

Snow smiled at her daughter. “I know! It all came together so beautifully. Better than I could have imagined.”

The four of them chatted for a few minutes until the music dimmed and dinner was announced. After everyone was done eating, Regina made a short speech thanking everyone for coming and hopes that they all enjoy the rest of the evening. The dance floor opened after that and couple after couple headed about onto the floor.

Emma watched as the couples spin and sway to the music, absolutely mesmerized by their movements.

“Do you want to join in love?” Killian asked her.

Emma turned to Killian and a refusal was on the tip of her tongue but she stopped herself. “Yeah. I would like that,” she said.

Killian quirked an eyebrow in surprise, obviously not expecting her to say that. He stood and held his hand out to her and led her onto the dance floor. Once they got into position, Killian could tell Emma was a little nervous from the way she was flicking her eyes over the crowd. “Hey," he said quietly, bringing her attention back to him. "Just follow my lead. Remember you picked a partner who knows what they're doing," he told her with a smirk. 

Emma smiled at him and then the two of them began to move to the movements of the music. She's never been big on dancing, especially this kind of dancing but with Killian it was effortless. They spent the rest of the night dancing and visiting with everyone there until there was an announcement to head outback because it was five minutes to midnight.

As they stood on the back lawn waiting for the fireworks to begin Emma reminisced about the past few hours.  She couldn’t stop smiling over how perfect tonight was. The dancing, the music, the atmosphere but most importantly the man beside her. She sometimes still can't believe how lucky she was to have Killian as her husband. That he was patient with her, was there for her and supported her through everything.

“Penny for your thoughts Swan,” Killian said from beside her. 

Before she could say anything, someone in the crowd yelled out that there was 10 seconds to midnight 5,4,3,2,1. The sky erupted in a multitude of colors as the crowd yelled out ‘Happy New Years.’ Emma turned to Killian. “I was thinking how there's nowhere I would rather be than right here with you, at this very moment. I love you.”

“Oh Emma. I love you so much.” They both leaned forward at the same time to seal their love and the new year with a kiss. The kiss was full of promise not for new beginnings but for the continued love they share, a love that they fought for and won. 

[benedettabeby]

@earanemith I couldn't post the photo in the comments but here

[earanemith]

Here is the second chapter of Hunting Grounds. What happens when Ziva returns with Ari's body to Israel.

Read here or on ao3

Sadness was all she had been able to feel down in agent Gibbs’ basement. Pain followed her back to Israel in the plane, where she could do nothing but look at the casket that carried her brothers body during the 12 hour flight. Grief was all she felt as they buried her brother. 

All of that made place for the anger she now felt. Anger focussed on her father. How could he have let this happen. A wolf did not turn rogue from one day to the next. Was it all a ploy? To get her to do his bidding, to test how far she was willing to go? Did he really sacrifice his own son to gain a closer relationship with the American agency? Ziva could have understood if Eli had sacrificed her. In the last eight years he had not had any love left for her. But surely for Ari, his one son, the one he had always been proud of, he still had love left? Ari might not have been born to his true mate. But to just a Palestinian doctor, a human none the less, which he left the moment he met his soul mate.  

“Did you know?” Ziva asked not stopping with the pacing she was doing in Eli’s office.  

“Did I know what Ziva? Speak plainly” Eli answered. Knowing what question was about to come. So he did not even bother with more than a glance to his only living child. 

“Did you know Ari turned rogue?!” She asked with much more force then maybe necessary. This was not Ziva asking alone. Both Ziva and her wolf wanted answers. Demanding them now felt like the only way to cope with the grief they felt over losing their last sibling. By their own hand none the less.  

Taking of his glasses Eli spared a longer look at Ziva. “I suspected it.” 

“Then why was I not told about this. You made me Ari’s control officer. If you suspected should I not know? Why was that information excluded from me?” In her mind Ziva felt her wolf taking up a protective stance. Wanting to bare her teeth. If Ziva had been told then maybe she could have prevented the foulness from setting in from taking over. “I could have stopped it, helped him, I could…” 

“There was nothing to be done. Ziva, you know once a wolf turns rogue there is no turning back.” 

“You do not know that!” 

Before Eli answered her this time he threw just a bit of his alpha vibes out at her. Making her pay attention, forcing her to remain silent. “Ari was only part shifter, his human side in conflict with his wolf. He always had a higher chance of turning rogue than a full shifter. You know this. He can now rest.” Pulling his alpha vibes back let more air into the room again. No longer filling Ziva’s senses with it. With a short nod Ziva knew this would be the end of it. Eli no longer wishing to discuss it. 

Turning on her heels she did not say goodbye before she left his office. Walking outside of the building and taking the car as fast as she could to pack territory. She needed an outlet for all the emotions she felt. She nor her wolf being satisfied with the answers they had gotten. Feeling as if her heart was nothing but a mix of anger and sadness. 

Barely was she there or she parked the car, not caring where it went or if it was in anyone’s way. She undressed and shifted. Hands and feet becoming paws, naked skin being covered in fur. Always having been able to shift faster than was average came in handy now. For barely had the change finished or she was off. Running through familiar paths. Trying to outrun the pain.  

Ari was gone. He had left her. Sure, she had been the one to end his life by pulling the trigger. Even so Eli had been right. Once a shifter turned rogue, lost the balance between human and wolf, there was nothing that could be done. Why had Ari not confided in her. Ziva kept thinking that if she had known at the start no matter what anyone said she might have been able to turn it all around. To not lose another person she cared for. 

Now there was no one left. The last person that loved her died. Her mother, murdered. Her father, practically rejected her from his personal life. Her sister Tali, murdered. Her brother, turned rogue and killed by her. Where throughout her life she had felt lonely this was the first time she truly was that. Alone. Had she been in human form she would have felt the tears stinging in her eyes. Threatening to fall down, sobs wanting to be heard. In her wolf form however she did the only thing she could, she howled. Having a pack, a home, but still feeling as nothing but a lone wolf. Unloved. While she continued to run that feeling almost overwhelmed her. When she felt close to breaking was when her mind pictured a face. Before she could comprehend what exactly she saw part of the hurt left her. For the face she saw settled her if even slightly. Not wanting to give in to this she continued running until the moon was high in the nights sky. It was a mistake her wolf was wrong. How could she think about such a thing when she had just buried her brother. The last of her siblings, her brother that she killed with a single bullet. As if it meant nothing. The green eyes she saw were the ones of who her wolf made out to be her other half. Try as she might, she was not able to shake them from her mind. Stopping only from exhaustion she curled up, still in her wolf form. Being comforted by only one thought…Tony.  

tagging list: @mrsmungus @happygirl-0408 @loud looks @benedettabeby @tivafanfic @hopeless-nostalgiac

If you want to be added let me know

[loudlooks]

Tagging some Tiva writers to get the word out: @hopeless-nostalgiac, @mrsmungus, @earanemith , @television-overload , @indestinatus

✨ 30 Days Of Tiva ✨

Calling — all Tiva fans!!!

I’m embarking on a project for July 2024 titled: #30DaysOfTiva!!

I was looking at the tag of the new show (NCIS: Tony and Ziva) on A03, and I know it has only been wrangled for a short period of time, but it made me sad to only see a very small number of fics in it — the majority being mine! (I’ve written 9/13 of them!).

Of course, I know that this will increase as time goes on, and people start adding their fics to the tag, but I thought: wouldn’t it be wonderful to have a giant arsenal of fanfiction in the tag, before the show even airs? Not just for lifelong Tiva lovers, but for newcomers to the show who may go in search for new/extra content!

Thus, the idea for 30 Days of Tiva popped into my head, and I invite all Tiva fans to participate! The more the merrier! 🥰

Rules:

✨ Upload one piece of Tiva fanfiction to A03 every day, between July 1st and July 30th.

✨They can be any length. Ideally, they’ll be one-shots, drabbles, or dialogue-only, and should all be standalones. However, if you have a multi-chapter fanfic you’d like to write, uploading one chapter every day is fine!

✨ They must be new fanfics — i.e not adding anything on to WIPs. The idea is to create as much new content as possible.

✨ There should be limited editing to each one because we’re aiming for quantity over quality. You can always go back and rewrite and the end of the challenge.

✨ Try and write as many fanfics for the new show (NCIS: Tony and Ziva) tag as possible. Of course, they can be about Tiva at any time — but it would be great to get a large bank of fanfics in the tag before the show airs!

✨ Promote your content with the hashtag #30DaysOfTiva across platforms — twitter, tumblr, and tag in the works, so anybody who wishes to search for it, can find it! 😊

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Of course, everybody is welcome, even if you’re not fanfiction writers! Perhaps you make gifs, edits, manips, or artwork?! Come and join in the fun!!! Just make sure to upload one new piece of content every day from 1st to 30th July!!! 🤠

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I shall do my best to upload links to each work here every day too, if I remember — but follow my twitter @guiltyastiva, just in case! 😊

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If you do choose to take part — have fun, and I can’t wait to see what you choose to create! 🥰

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Note: Should this go semi-successfully, I may consider doing something similar again in the future!

[television-overload]

A Place Called Home

(an NCIS/Tiva fic)

Summary:

"The fear that there would be no place for her in their lives fills her with immeasurable dread. Is there space enough for three in their apartment? Is there space in their hearts?" ~or~ Ziva returns home to Paris following the events of 17x11 "In the Wind."

read on AO3

Tag List: @benedettabeby @butwhenthesuncameup @earanemith @hopeless-nostalgiac @indestinatus @loudlooks @mrsmungus @nicolem194 @putthekettleon @slippery-soapbox @tivafanfic @tivajunkie @tonysziva @whoa-myninja

[hopeless-nostalgiac]

Tiva Fic - Land I Grew, part 1

She didn’t have his luxury of pretending nothing had happened since their last shared bed. A new start meant her, it meant them. Everything.

Read on Ao3

@loudlooks @mrsmungus @slouchingprovocatively

@indestinatus @delicatefalice @hundan @harmandmac

@benedettabeby @benditlikepress @television-overload

@bettersafehouseroomie @thatcaithness @earanemith

@jungle-through-the-ferns @saltedcaramela @mcgeekle

Let me know if you want on/off the list <3

[undercaffinatednightmare]

@captainswanwipwednesdays

The fic that’s haunted me longest

Death on the Nile

“Emma, this must stop.” Killian snapped when he found her on the observation deck.

“What must?” She returned his anger. The few passengers and crew on the deck with them scurried away to avoid being caught in the middle.

“This childish game of yours. I married Eloise. You need to come to terms with that.” He told her.

Emma shook her long blonde hair in the night breeze. “It isn’t my fault you’re following the itinerary for our honeymoon. I don’t see why I shouldn’t enjoy it. After all, I paid for it.”

Killian stepped forward and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Gods, Swan. You’re a vision tonight.” He murmured.

“We can’t.” She whispered as her head fell back against his chest. “You know we can’t.”

“Soon.” He pressed a whisper to her bared shoulder.

“Soon.” She promised.

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Tag!

@jrob64 @resident-of-storybrooke @lfh1226-linda @darkshadow7 @fleurdepetite @motherkatereloyshipper @soniccat @beckettj @zaharadessert @winterbaby89 @earanemith @everything-person @elizabeethan @elfiola @anmylica @booksteaandtoomuchtv @tiganasummertree @teamhook @caught-in-the-filter @ilovemesomekillianjones @whimsicallyenchantedrose @jonesfandomfanatic @kmomof4 @laianely @stahlop @gingerchangeling @hollyethecurious @exhaustedpirate @ultraluckycatnd @xarandomdreamx @belovedcreation @shady-swan-jones @ohmakemeahercules @bdevereaux-blanche @donteattheappleshook @the-darkdragonfly @poptart-cat-78 @snowbellewells

[shadydreamerdonut]

Thank you @dontworrymum-differentiscool for the tag ^^ Sorry for the delay.

Tagging @ugle-beffus @earanemith

The Tide is High by Atomic Kitten

Pink Pony Club by Chappell Roan

Guilt by Chappel Roan

New Soul by Yaem Naim

Good Luck Babe by Chappell Roan

New Horizons by Flyleaf

Yong and Beautiful by Lana Del Rey

Le plus beau du quartier by Carla Bruni

So alright, cool, whatever by The Happy Fits

It's OKAY by Nightbirde

Music tag

Thank you @savage-flirtation and @epifaniacintilante for the fun tag!🥰🤩🥰🤩 Rules: shuffle your spotify (or youtube) 'on repeat' playlist and list the first ten songs.

Spice girls - Spice invaders

2. Zolita - All Girls Go to Heaven

3. David Bowie - Labyrinth ost - Within you

4. Spice girls - Stop

5. Laura Branigan - Gloria

6. David Bowie - Labyrinth ost - As the world falls down

7. Claude Francois - Cette annee la

8. Janet Jackson - Togheter again

9. The B-52's - Deadbeat club

10. Les Rita Mitsouko - Marcia Baila

I would like to tag😊☺️: @travelinlesbiann @stillcomethenight @orbeavariegata @miss-atropine @shadydreamerdonut