For the AMA--What are your top ten ships from any fandom, not necessarily in any particular order? =)
Ooh! :D Fun!!
This post is part of my follower thank you AMA. If you want to send me a question, take a peek at the list for some suggestions, then fire away!
Every Doctor x Rose Tyler
No surprise, right? Ten x Rose is my ultimate OTP, just because I love the way David and Billie interact, but in the end, if it’s Doctor/Rose, I will love it.
Sam x Jack, Stargate SG-1
Oh man. Oh man I love this ship. I actually made a series of fake romance novel covers based on this ship.
Aragorn x Arwen, Lord of the Rings
Why yes, i do have a Thing for ships where an immortal falls in love with a mortal. But also, these two are just… They waited decades to be together. I love it.
Sherlock Holmes x Molly Hooper, Sherlock
I love the steadiness of Molly’s love and how Sherlock comes to see her as part of his inner circle. I love that even though Molly loves him, she doesn’t put up with his bad behaviour. I just… love them.
Elizabeth x Darcy, Pride and Prejudice
I love this relationship so much, I wrote a book about it.
Han x Leia, Star Wars
I had to go with this gif instead of one from the OT. Just… the way they’re comforting each other, I love it so much.
Josh x Donna, The West Wing
Seven years of UST nicely handled, finally. I love that the writers allowed Donna to grow over the years, and that they didn’t actually become a couple until she grew professionally.
Jeff x Annie, Community
So, full disclosure: I haven’t seen past… series 3? Series 4? Which means I have not seen the unsatisfactory note the writers left this ship on. (This show was a classic case of the writers not wanting to believe they’d written a ship, and then writing something shippy but saying it wasn’t, but it really was, and… death of the author applies here.)
BUT. Once again, we have a fantastic story of a slow burn where they both grow and learn before they are together. (Because they are. I don’t care what the writers say.)
Harm x Mac, JAG
Going old school for the rest. JAG was the show that got me into fanfic and internet fandom, so you should all be thankful to it. (Or cursing it :p)
Diego x Victoria, New World Zorro
(No, that’s not Victoria. But I had 2 gif choices, so…)
Speaking of old school ships that brought me into fic! This is the first ship I wrote fic for, eons ago when I was in middle school.
what she means: remember when Cresswell became the new JAG and Mac was scared he was going to separate her and Harm because of what had happened with her and her superior officer in Okinawa and she was basically on eggshells around him and then eventually they had this moment of understanding where he said he couldn’t judge people on who they were in the past and he wasn’t going to hold that against her and then like ten minutes later he was like “hey Mac I’m going to send you to California and oh by the way Harm you’re being reassigned to London” and then almost immediately goes to Coates who is like the definition of his subordinate like “so I’m separating Mac and Harm do you think that’s ok?” and then Mac and Harm get engaged and invite him to their engagement celebration all “oh it wouldn’t be the same without you it’s not like we had a strong familial relationship with the guy who just recently retired from your current job who probably should have been there instead”
Hello there! Me and @dazzlingstarlight decided to try
this writing challenge from @promptlywritingideas. We sent each other 25 words
so the other could write 25 sentences. Well, in my case these aren’t sentences.
I just couldn’t stop myself and developed it further, so most of it is pieces
of unrelated conversations.
Enjoy my TIVA take on the wonderful writing challenge
and don’t forget to read magnificent Harm/Mac version of dazzlingstarlight!
Ziva sighed in content, letting the sunrays to caress her skin as she
watched her little daughter and her little son playing in their playground from
her place at the porch. It was truly a brilliant idea to buy a house for their
growing DiNozzo family.
“What movie are we going to watch?” Tony asked Ziva nervously, fidgeting
in his armchair. As a huge movie fan and self-proclaimed movie expert, he
didn’t feel excessively comfortable with someone else choosing a movie.
“Stop being so mistrustful.” Ziva shoved him the bowl of popcorn into
his lap, feeling slightly annoyed as she had heard the exact same question for
umpteenth time this day.
She sat down next to him and pushed the play button. Tony just opened
his mouth wide as the opening credits for The
Little Prince movie began to play. Then his lips formed into a grateful
smile as Ziva squeezed his hand.
“With this ring I thee wed and I give you my heart under your
guardianship. I cannot imagine any other person suitable for this job than you,
my love. You may have not always treated it well, but it has belonged to you
since the first moment we have met. And there is so little I can do it about
it, that is why I am giving it to you to take care of it as I know that I can
trust you with my life. I love you with all my heart, body and soul and I will
spend the rest of my life by proving you that.”
There have been silent tears at Ziva’s eyes at first, then sob escaped
from her lips. She has never heard such a beautiful wedding vow. And being the
bride, it had been twice emotional. Her soon-to-be husband slightly caressed
her face, wiping away the tear in a way only Tony DiNozzo could.
“Bitten by a love bug, DiNozzo?” Gibbs looked at his agent inquiringly.
He was unfocused, seemingly having his head in the clouds, daydreaming all the
time instead of properly working. All proofed that he was head over heels in
love. And judging by the ‘secret’ look between him and Ziva, he had no doubt
who the lucky woman was.
“Do you keep any record on how many nicknames you have already invented for
McGee?” Ziva asked Tony out of sudden curiosity.
“I have no idea.” Was the answer as Tony tried to count on his fingers.
“Do you realize that we are undercover and also under the covers?” Tony
said while throwing the sheets across his body and Ziva rolled her eyes. He
would seriously never stop with assessing their situation of being on an
undercover mission and sleeping in the same hotel room AND in the same bed as
they had posed as a married couple.
“Shut up and watch the movie, DiNozzo.” She growled, trying to force the
fantasy of them using this cover and these covers for entirely different kind
“Stop laughing! I couldn’t sleep because of this nightmare!” Tony
exclaimed, regretting that he had ever decided to tell his co-worker about the
dream he had had last night.
“Ok, so let me summarize it.” Ziva said between her occasional laughs as
she tried to subdue her amusement. “Me and Jimmy had an affair and we decided
to kill you by performing autopsy while you were still alive?”
“Yes, and whenever he cut me, you kissed him.” Tony flatly added while
Ziva was overpowered by another wave of laughter.
“It’s a 1984 comedy horror classic, Jimmy. I even found a plushie for
you.” Tony waved the plush toy in front of the face of pale Jimmy Palmer,
setting in it on the DVD cover of Gremlins
“Thanks, Tony.” Jimmy said hesitantly, hoping that Tony would never come
up with ‘personalized’ gifts as he called it. Ziva, who had gotten a box of
paperclips, silently agreed with him.
“Can I talk for a second with Ziva in private?” Tony asked Abby, the
bridesmaid, anxiously. He needed to see Ziva before she would walk down the
aisle and marry CIRay right in front of his eyes. She nodded in agreement and
slipped out of the room, letting him to go inside.
The moment he saw the Israeli bride, all words left him. Her wedding
dress was the definition of beauty. The rich fluffy skirt, the lacy bodice
hugging her curves perfectly, the perfect cleavage showing just enough of her
natural treasures, the sequins, pearls and other decent decorations, the long veil
waiting for her to place it into her hair – she looked like a Disney princess.
And in that moment he forgot all of his prepared speech about his true feelings
for her. He realized that all he wanted for her was to be happy. Even if he
wasn’t the man with whom she would spend the rest of her life with.
Sound of breaking glass as she smashed everything made out of
transparent material against the wall. Hebrew curses. More sounds of things
being thrown in many directions. Thuds. Anger of losing a loved one, the person
she loved the most on this world, prevailing over any other rational thought.
All that was left was remorse. Wrath. Sadness. The second stage of grief over the loss of her husband Tony has
Abby persistently pushed the elevator button down in her floor,
wondering why the hell the elevator just wouldn’t move. She had important
results to show to Gibbs and considering his injuries from the previous case,
she didn’t want him to trudge to her lab. When the elevator finally arrived to
her floor and the door opened, she found herself face to face with Tony and
Ziva whose reddened cheeks were telling enough. Abby slowly smiled, no longer
annoyed. Her suspicions were confirmed. Those two were making out in the
“How many languages do you even speak?” Tony wiped his eyebrow that got
wet under the drops of sweat on his forehead. He was getting too old for such
quick running. He was no Usain Bolt. Yet, he was forced to start dashing when
Ziva had uttered apparently pretty vulgar remark towards the man they had been
speaking to. It was better to run than to involve in a fight with a bunch of
the man’s friends who appeared out of nowhere.
“It doesn’t matter, as long as I speak with the language of love.” Ziva
replied, pressing her lips on his, stealing his breath away.
“Are you saying that I’m supposed to be boss now, boss?” Tony asked
incredulously, watching the older man in front of him. Gibbs’ retirement was
something he expected to happen one day, but still dreaded it in the same time.
“You’re competent enough for that job, DiNozzo.” Gibbs squeezed his
shoulder, expressing confidence in his successor.
“Tell me, what are you wearing?” Tony whispered sensually into the
receiver, his legs propped up against his desk. He was alone in the darkened
office, ruining his back over the pile of paperwork.
“I’m not having phone sex with you, Tony.” Ziva refused and ended the
call, throwing her phone on the couch in her apartment. She stared at it for a
moment, biting her thumb in contemplation.
Half a minute later, the phone in the NCIS bullpen on the desk of
Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo rang.
Tony stared at the file in front of him. He refused to believe that the
investigation was over. Well, over… It was seized. Suspended. Listed as
unsolved. When you have no witnesses, no cameras, no traces of tires, simply
nothing to hold on to, you can hardly investigate a crime. And yet, Tony felt
that he hadn’t done enough. His father was killed. Ran over by a car in the
middle of an unlit street. Nobody head heard or seen anything. No clues. No
hints. No traces. No suspects. Only a victim.
A warm hand squeezed his shoulder and he was immediately grateful to
have her here with him. “How could you deal with it?” He asked her as she knew
the feeling of losing a father like no one else.
“The official investigation might over, Tony. But the one in your heart
and your mind will never stop until you know who did it and bring him to
justice.” She said in a knowing tone. “And I promise you we will find the
bastard who killed him. I will personally take care of it.”
Her eyes lowered and her cheeks flushed with dark crimson. The magic of Anthony DiNozzo’s smile was sometimes embarrassingly efficient and she found herself in a state when she couldn’t deny him a single thing. Maybe it had also something to do with the face she was a little bit in love with him.
The steady beeping sound of the life monitor seemed like a music to her
as opposed to the terrifying sounds of the explosion she’d heard and witnessed
a couple of hours ago. Tony lay in the hospital bed in barbiturate-induced coma
with scratches all over his body as the shrapnel had cut into his flesh while
the building he had been in had blown into pieces. She’d never felt to scared
in her life. And it had awakened something in her, as well. It was different
than with the members of her family who had been taken away from her too soon.
They were hers, they were part of her. Tony had never belonged to her as she
had been to coward to tell him how she felt about him. But she vowed, at this
very moment, that if he would pull through this, she would change it as soon as
she had the chance. Tony DiNozzo was about to find out the extension of her
love for him.
“I’m Special Agent Anthony DiNozzo, nice to meet you.” Tony introduced
himself to a witness they were supposed to question in their latest case. “And
this is my wife, Special Agent Ziva DiNozzo.”
Ziva stood in front the Eiffel Tower in Paris, France and watched its
glow as the darkness settled in. She was getting nervous, feverishly wondering
whether Orli hadn’t been joking and Tony had really found her secret message in
Israel where she’d informed him about couple of things that needed to be said,
including where he might find her. She had suggested a place and time for their
‘date’. She couldn’t imagine any better location for their reunion. Paris was
the symbol of their friendship, their love. She could never forget what had
happened here a couple of years ago. Suddenly, she had a feeling that someone
was watching her. When she turned around, her eyes welled up with tears as she
saw her daughter she’d missed so much over the last few weeks in the arms of
the man she loved more than herself.
She walked down the aisle on her wedding day and observed the faces of
the people she loved dearly and who came here to celebrate her and Tony’s
happiness with them. For a moment, she had doubts about being able to go
through this but in the end, it seemed as a piece of cake. When you marry a man
who had crossed the world twice for you to find you, defying all orders and
rules, you just know that he is the right one. And there’s nothing easier than
seal the mutual love in front of those who had witness their hardships and
supported them in their hard times.
“There’s something I want to talk to you about, Gibbs.” Ziva started,
feeling more nervous than ever in her life. “You are probably the closest thing
I’ve had to a father. Especially after my coming to the United States. You
somehow filled the void in my heart that was left there after my parents
divorced. And considering my own father is now dead and the wedding is just
around the corner, I wanted to ask you… Will you give me away?”
Gibbs approached her and kissed her on her cheek. “It’ll be my honour,
“With this ring I thee wed and I fully accept you as part of me. You
once told me that family is more than blood. That it’s something I build around
myself. My friends. People I trust. And people I unconditionally love. I
couldn’t ever imagine how right you were. You are the one I unconditionally
love. You are the one I trust with my life, my heart and my soul. You are my
dearest friend. You are my family. And I will do everything to preserve it
until the end of time and beyond that.”
Ziva’s quivering voice as she recited her vow had almost caused a heart
attack to Tony. This was really a wedding of their dreams. And he was marrying
the woman he loved the most. He was the luckiest guy on this planet.
“Well, that’s the problem, Ziva.” Tony countered to her words, “I can’t
be friends with you anymore. My heart just can’t accept it. Not when it knows
it has a chance.”
Ziva stood in front of him, running out of words. That was not how she’d
imagined their conversation, how she would tell him that he needed to be
patient as she was in a hard place and she had to be careful while making her
decisions. She couldn’t mindlessly enter a relationship with him, but he
couldn’t and didn’t want to understand it.
He turned away from her and started to walk away. That was end of their
friendship and practically everything between them. He couldn’t continue in
being friendly to her when all he was thinking about constantly was to show her
how much he loved her.
He was more than surprised, then, when her hand reached for his arm,
turned him back to her and her lips crashed on his in a passionate way that
made him lose his mind. That certainly wasn’t a kiss between friends.
“How are you going to name her?” Abby asked as she held the newborn
daughter of her friends in her hands, while McGee stood behind her back,
gushing over the baby’s cuteness just as her.
Tony looked at exhausted, yet smiling and incredibly happy Ziva. “Tali.”
They both answered in unison.
“Hell, it’s about time.” Gibbs uttered, seeing his two agents breaking
the Rule 12 right in front of his eyes. (This is sort of a honour of a
character named Tychus from Starcraft II: Wings of Liberty video game. I just
can’t get the sentence out of my head, always imagining Gibbs saying it.)