#rebenzo

[lovelyandproblematic]

incorrect quotes from the tvdu : source

[gxrlcinema]

I’m curious... you said bonnie x marcel and rebekah x enzo? did I read that right? I’m so curious as a bonenzo stan haha

Okay, let it be known that i too adore Bonenzo. And Rebel/Marbekah. I love the canon ships as they stand.

However,

Rebekah and Enzo would be hilarious, sexy and iconic. I would pay to see this ship for the banter alone. However, it goes deeper than that. Rebekah and Enzo share a lot of the same values. They’re both intensely loyal. They both were isolated for a long time. they both desperately want to be loved gently, and they’re both true romantics. I can see Enzo empowering Rebekah to want more for herself in her familial relationships (even recklessly standing up to Klaus like he confronted Stefan for making Caroline cry), and Rebekah empowering Enzo to believe that he’s worth loving and sticking around for (much in the way Bonnie does). They might be too similar for their own good, and the likelihood that Klaus would kill Enzo is high, but they share the most important values and I think they’d gel really well. Also, I think they're really well morally matched. One of my issues with TVD is that the ships always seem to be comprised of one person who tries to do the right thing and one who doesn’t care. While this can be interesting initially, it always turns into a game of who is going to change who, and the moral character always seems to lose the battle. Rebekah and Enzo wouldn’t save each other morally, but they also wouldn’t worsen each other, which would be refreshing. Two people who are on the same page loving each other in the way they’ve always wanted to be loved, but also they’re hot vampires with british accents. Sign me tf up.

Bonnie and Marcel are good for each other in many of the same ways. both pushed to the side and taken for granted by the most important people in their lives, Bonnie and Marcel have both learned the hard way that people won’t treat you right if they think they can get away with it. Both of them have hard-won self respect, and they’d really admire that in each other. I feel like she’d call him out on some of his bravado bullshit and remind him of his worth (much like she does with Enzo). For his part, Marcel would empower her to seize control of her life and use her power how she sees fit. I see him really admiring her strength of character, especially given how long she’s been in the supernatural game and what she’s been through. In turn Bonnie would validate that part of Marcel that is a good guy, which would be new, because nobody he’s ever cared about has ever really cared whether or not he does the right thing. Like I said with Rebekah and Enzo, they seem well morally matched. There would definitely be some tension given what Marcel sometimes feels he has to do to maintain control, but I’m really into that being something they work out between them (because these two actually know how to communicate). Also, Bonnie would make a great queen of NOLA. I think Bonnie has a lot of leadership potential. She and Marcel have the same “never stop fighting” spirit, coupled with a healthy dose of charm and a sense of self that a lot of the other characters lack. She’d be able to negotiate between the vampires and the witches, and I also think she’d just like being around people who don’t see her as the same person she was when she was a kid.  I can see her grabbing drinks with Cami and Josh, talking witch politics with Vincent, or even being a tough love sort of mentor to Davina. And we know the Mikaelsons wouldn’t get away with half their bullshit if Bonnie was in town.

Now, why not the four of them together? Because I really don’t think that Bonnie and Rebekah or Enzo and Marcel would gel well enough for that to work. But it’s a nice thought.

[klaroline-4ever]

[hellsbellschime]

wait how did rebenzo even become a thing? all i remember is almost every kc fic featuring stebekah for the rebekah ship... and then suddenly stebekah being replaced with rebenzo (not that i’m complaining cuz i love rebenzo).

IDK, perhaps a lot of people were like me and were just like goddamn, these two are hot, crazy, and need someone to love them, why not put them together!

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

Do u have any links to rebenzo fanfics?

Sure.x

First off here’s my Fanfiction Tag and a link to my Drabble Collection 

I am actually working on a Rebenzo drabble right now and hopefully, I’ll get it done if uni doesn’t kill me.

Be warned, some of these are Rebenzo centric but the majority of these are just Klaroline with background Rebenzo

http://thetourguidebarbie.tumblr.com/tagged/rebenzo-drabbles

http://kickassfu.tumblr.com/post/166028566516/if-youre-feeling-up-to-it-request-cherry-on

http://klarodrabblequest.tumblr.com/post/143753110951/this-is-a-sequel-for-this-drabble-also-by-our

http://lclrgsl.tumblr.com/post/133036944852/it-reminded-me-of-you

http://klarolinedrabbles.tumblr.com/post/154007271713/25-days-of-klaroline-day-3-secret-relationship

http://lalainajanes.tumblr.com/post/130942345817/so-today-i-only-have-a-teeny-tiny-snippet-of-a

http://austennerdita2533.tumblr.com/post/133943599914/an-this-transpired-from-she-walked-away-s

https://klebekahland.tumblr.com/post/117229542472/klarolinedrabbles-xxdonedirtcheapxx-if#notes

http://lynyrdwrites.tumblr.com/post/126956145858/interlude

http://lynyrdwrites.tumblr.com/post/123309481413/study-buddies-and-kinder-eggs

http://klarolinefanficdirectory.tumblr.com/post/152244142559/au-caroline-gets-pissed-because-klaus-wont-take

http://thenurseholliday.tumblr.com/post/136822524717/hello-gorgeous-an-involuntary-shiver-snaked-its

Here’s the Rebenzo Ao3 and FF.net tags again most of them are just Rebenzo as a side pairing and many may have been already listed here

https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Rebekah%20Mikaelson*s*Lorenzo%20%22Enzo%22%20St*d*%20John/works

https://www.fanfiction.net/tv/Vampire-Diaries/?&srt=1&r=10&c1=111175&c2=72812

I would track both #rebenzo-fanfiction and #rebenzo-drabbles on tumblr as they are the tags that appear to be active.

If you see this post and you yourself write Rebenzo fanfiction, or intend to reblog this post and put a link to your writing.

Hope this helps anon.x

[imaginationisagift]

I just said goodbye to my best friend and now I'm pretty drunk so if people could just ask me things or send me drabble requests, I would love to be distracted.

[sensingdejavu]

I feel like I’m always bound to ship the ships that are outweighed by writers.

[hellotvshowtrash]

I LOVE THIS!!! The siblings feuding killed me 🤣 I love the rebenzo content we’ve been getting lately!!!! You wrote them very well 😊

Let's run around the world

This plan of yours is going to get us killed. I’m in. march2021promptchallenge

Pairing: Rebekah x Enzo

Word Count: 1277

A/N: First time trying this pairing. I’ve seen people talking about it and I think it would be fun

All errors are mine, I'm too lazy to look it up, sorry

Tagging: @hellotvshowtrash @elijahs-wife @elijahswife @umaficwriter @ronniemikaelson @lovelyandproblematic @mikaelson-emma @nikmikaelsonswife and sorry if I forgot people, I'm starting this '-'

She never thought she would fall in love again. Not like this, especially not with who this man was and his friendship towards her exes. Well, just one ex and another one-night stand. Whatever. Both were laughing loudly and drinking more than enough to inebriate them. Suddenly he got up, pulling her with him, stumbling wildly through the room, snickering like children.

“Oh, come on. Not this Original blonde, Enzo! What is your problem?” The vampires stopped, turning to face the owner of the voice, the brunette was frowning and the blonde was not in the best mood. Vamp speeding to Damon, she smiled wickedly, snapping his neck in a second, happily waltzing back to Enzo’s side.

“Where do you want to go? We’re too drunk.”

“We are not drunk enough to dance, gorgeous.” Rebekah groaned, pushing him away but was smiling at his idea.

“Don’t think you can act cute and all that just because you called me ‘gorgeous'.” He snorted, pulling her back to him, hugging her waist, and letting his head fall on her shoulder.

“Whatever you say, gorgeous. Let’s go.” She snickered once more and they left, going straight to Mystic Grill. If she was honest, Rebekah was extremely happy she wasn’t back in Nola. Since she returned to her own body, she was ready to kill her mother and be done with the family drama. And done she was when they turned their wretched of a mother into a vampire. Fleeing was surprisingly easy and the fact that Nik respected her was something she was still finding it difficult to believe.

The Original sister felt giddy with the attention Enzo gave her, being a true gentleman and funny. Of course, there were times where they fought and she snapped his neck, but no relationship is perfect. They both had their fair share of problems with family and were simply looking for a place to be quietly enjoying their lives. She could still remember the first time they finally slept together, the euphoric feelings, and the way they shared blood. If she could, she knew she would blush profusely. Their bed talk was so simple, so naive and full of dreams she knew how lucky she was to have come back and meeting Damon’s old friend.

“What are you thinking about, gorgeous?”

“Stop calling me that.” She asked fighting a smile that was slowly making its way to her lips. He nipped her neck and she bit her lip, closing her eyes while she enjoyed the feeling of being with him. A throat cleared beside them, making both vampires turn their heads not impressed and angry at the interruption.

“Hello, mate. We’ll want bourbon, will be easier if you just hand over the bottle.” Rebekah snickered again, seeing Matt roll his eyes before leaving them be. Enzo pulled the blonde with him, seating in the back, on a table where they would see everything but wouldn’t be disturbed if they didn’t want to. After they finally had the bottle of bourbon and were virtually alone, they drank even more, talking about stupid ideas and the plans for the future.

“You know... We could just travel around the world. I would show you so many places that I know you would love.”

“And where would take me first, love?” Rebekah smiled coyly, stealing his cup and drinking it in one go, much to his annoyance.

“Well, we could always go to Paris. France is amazing... Or maybe we could go to Tokyo. The girls surely would love your accent.” She dryly remarked, rolling her eyes and ignoring his growing smirk.

“There’s a place I want to go first.”

“And where is it?”

“New Orleans.” Rebekah choked, coughing loudly calling the attention of a few patrons, and glared at her boyfriend, clearly not amused by his choice. Enzo, on the other hand, simply smiled happily, having fun at her expense, of course.

“Do you hear yourself? It seems like you never heard a freaking word of what I said about my family!”

“Love, lower your voice, please. No need to fret.”

“Lorenzo, darling... We can’t go there... My brothers wo-”

“We’re going tomorrow. It’s decided.” She opened and closed her mouth like a fish for a few seconds, trying to process his words.

“Please tell me this is just a drunk idea.”

“Nope, gorgeous. I need to meet your family.”

“This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course, I’m in.”

Rebekah regretted many things in life, getting drunk was only one of them. But what she really regretted was the raging headache she was enduring after getting in New Orleans and hearing her brothers arguing over her newest lover. They had already threatened to kill Enzo in a million different ways and the bastard wasn’t helping with his smirks and remarks towards Niklaus.

“For God’s sake, Enzo, just shut up.” He pouted, making her melt and embrace him, kissing him slowly much to her sibling's disgust.

“This is a family home, Rebekah!”

“If you say anything else I’ll stake you, Kol! And if you give one more step towards Enzo, I’ll get Caroline’s heart and feed you with her intestines, Nik!” She screamed, making her brothers freeze in place.

“Children, please! Can't you behave for thirty minutes?” Elijah, bless her older brother, was already tired of the constant bickering and trying, uselessly, to control his family. Rebekah glared at her boyfriend, her face screaming at him ‘I told you so!’.

“You’re asking too much of our beloved brothers, Elijah.” She sneered, pulling her boyfriend away to walk with her and enjoy the quarter’s festivities.

“You know when Damon told me about their feud with your family... I never thought they would be so dramatic.” The Original snorted and hugged him, nipping his neck while he pulled her closer and caressed her body, kissing her sensuously. Their make-out session only stopped because a throat cleared, interrupting them once more.

“I swear to god I’m go-”

“Rebekah... When Klaus told me you were back I didn’t believe him. But here you are.” The blonde blinked and rolled her eyes, a smirk twisting her lips.

“Yes, well... Why would you be interested? I thought you were after that psychologist... What is her name again? Oh yes, Camille. Chop chop, go after the blonde woman.” She saw the way he was glaring at Enzo and entered in front of him, getting head-to-head with Marcel. “Go away, Marcel. We have nothing to talk about anymore.”

She felt hands enlacing her waist and her body being pulled back. Resting on her boyfriend's body, she side-eyed him curiously. “So... This is the ex-boyfriend.”

“Technically Stefan it’s my ex-boyfriend. Marcel was before him.”

“Should I get worried, gorgeous?” Rebekah closed her eyes, denying it while she giggled, opening her cerulean eyes to face Marcel, ignoring the way he seemed hurt.

“Not even in a million years...” Turning around in his arms, the blonde girl pouted, biting his lower lip and pulling it slowly, making him hiss. Grinning, she licked his lips, to soothe it gently and cackled when the presence vanished.

“You hurt his feelings, love.”

“Marcel and I weren’t meant to be, Enzo.”

“And we are?”

“Of course, we are. Since I let you drag me here, you’re going to let me choose the destination this time.”

“I think I can live with that, love.” They smiled knowingly at each other before vamp speeding away and stealing a car. The road trip had just started and they had all the time in the world to go anywhere they pleased. The rest, like the saying, says... It’s history.

[lovelyandproblematic]

Pirates of the Caribbean fusion edit & drabble for Klaroline AU Season, 2021 Week Seven: Fusions @klaroline-event

Klaroline ft. Ensemble Cast in... PIRATES OF THE CARIBBEAN: HYMN OF THE HIGH SEAS 🌊

"The only thing that owns a pirate is the sea, but there is good reason as to why Davy Jones tossed his heart in a chest and lost it to the ocean depths."

In retrospect, merging crews with Captain Niklaus Mikaelson was a desperate move, but you know what they say about desperate times...

Somewhere in the Caribbean, circa 1736

Caroline lived a relatively quiet life until she discovered she was the infamous pirate William Kidd's daughter.

It had slipped out in a screaming match between her and her mother when she vehemently refused to be married off to Sir Tyler Lockwood in exchange for not losing a parcel of unarable land their family held for generations.

The man was a known salacious brute that was as taken with harlots as he was gambling. Once he set his sights on Caroline, noble enough to protect his reputation, he claimed he would stop at nothing to have her hand.

But nothing came without a price. When the taxes rose too high for them to pay, it was clear he had enlisted his father, taxman Richard Lockwood, to ensure this debt and came to them with a deal: if she said the vows, she would save the land.  

The land was worthless, and Caroline would not simply up and throw away her life if it would not help what was left of her family. However, Elizabeth was desperate for money. She believed she could sell and deliver them from hardships, having been a single mother for the past eighteen years.

Her reddened face crumpled with anger when she hastily flung the rebuttal, "Then leave my household and become a pirate like your worthless father!" The silence between hem was deafening. Seeing no other choice for her fate, Caroline did leave, of course—only after she gleaned the full story from her reluctant mother.

In a way, Caroline wasn't too surprised. She always knew her absentee father must be some sort of scoundrel, and the high seas had always called to her with a whispered promise of freedom and adventure rolling in their turquoise waves. 

Perhaps it's because there was salt water in her blood.

With no more than the clothes on her back and her old gray mare, Caroline roamed from city to city, doing random work like chores and housekeeping for pay until she gathered up enough money to leave the country.

How she landed in Port Royale, she still didn't know.

The bawdy city was comprised solely of colorful characters, loud noises, cheap liquor, dirty pastimes, and general debauchery, and for some reason, it made her feel alive. It flooded her senses as she realized there was so much of the world she hadn't seen.

As a barmaid, working by the sea only enticed her further to set sail and see for herself what kept her father from coming home to them all these years. Every day she passed by those waters, the sun on her shoulders and salt in the air, and she simply wondered as she stared out into that distant horizon. Maybe there was a piece of herself out there that she needed to find.

Somewhere in the middle of grappling with this existential dilemma, fate stepped in and Caroline met Katherine.

A comparatively upscale brothel ran across the street from Caroline's bar, hosting the nighttime company of all sorts of unsavory fellows, and she often witnessed a striking brunette coming and going at irregular hours.

Imagine her surprise when the woman came in and unceremoniously draped herself across the bartop, groaning in misery about her day.

Now Caroline was no stranger to listening to customers commiserate over a pint, but when she raised her head Caroline saw hues of purple and blue littering her olive skin, and she promptly pulled up a chair.

Katherine had migrated here several months ago, and after establishing her independence, she took up the job just to make ends meet. Caroline thought she would have been similar to the women Tyler thought irresistible, but one thing was clear: this woman could chew him up and spit him out before most people woke up for breakfast, and she unwittingly gained Caroline's respect.

There had been a tussle when a customer became too handsy after Katherine's insistence that she was on break, and as liquor obliterated his inhibitions, the man got rougher, angrier. Katherine was forced to defend herself and used a couple of quick moves that left him sprawled on the floor. That's all her boss caught of the scene and he warned Katherine that he would not tolerate a second impertinence.

She was miserable, and when Caroline divulged a little about her background, Katherine jumped at the chance of setting sail and never looking back. 

She leaned forward and whispered the rumors swirling around this seaside hotspot for pirates and common criminals, revealing that William Kidd actually used to hunt pirates before he decided a pirate’s life was for him, too.

And how was she ever going to know what the world was like if she never left this armpit of human civilization? Katherine pointed out. 

Before Caroline could protest or bring up her concerns, Katherine merrily strolled back across the street and quit her job.

Caroline begrudgingly took her up on the idea and was secretly excited to start this adventure. The two lived off of Caroline's meager tips as they formed a plan; it meant for nights of hungry bellies and too-visible ribs, but they made it work. (Caroline also found out that Katherine made a shockingly crafty pickpocket.)

The plan was to capitalize on the fine offerings right here in Port Royale and leverage their assets before setting sail to destination paradise.

After all, every pirate needed a ship and a crew.

Katherine was more than adept at rooting out the city's underground businesses, and finding the gambling houses was easy enough. More challenging was teaching Caroline to be a stealthy devil at cards (a common pastime from days at the brothel) and targeting a former regular of Katherine's, one of her wealthiest clients took a significant level of tact and discretion.

Caroline's stone-cold expression never broke until she beat retired privateer Alaric Saltzman, in a game, and she proudly flashed a victorious smile, much to the drunkard's grumbling dismay.

The girls' jaws dropped when they saw how vast the ship actually was, waiting for them at the docks as merchants coasted right by pandering goods. Caroline gave a loving kiss goodbye to her gray mare as she traded her for enough money and supplies to get them started.

That glorious first night, they slept on the deck under the stars before they hoisted the sails.

Katherine had exhausted herself dancing around until she was dizzy, placing a giant black pirate had she bought at the street market atop Caroline's blonde halo of hair, crowning her the captain before breaking off into a horribly off-key rendition of "O Captain, I Think I'm Madly In Love!"

With a faint smile, Caroline merely watched the moon hover above them, enjoying its gentle glow and listening to Katherine's quiet snores before dozing off as well.

It was remarkable just how satisfied Caroline felt at the helm of her ship.

They went on their way and collected a healthy amount of crewmates along their way, a collection of wayward souls looking for a new chapter in life. They indeed were a ragtag group of people, all with different backgrounds and reasons for why they chose to come aboard.

Katherine was happy to claim her stake as Quartermaster and enjoyed overseeing the daily operations. Of the rest, a few stood out to Caroline.

The puckish Lorenzo made for a fantastic Sailing Master and a rather delightful cook. Their lookout, Lukas, was jovial, and their Master Gunner, Olivia, was cutthroat in a way that you would never expect the two to be twins. The even-keeled Meredith came aboard as their surgeon and patched up the other guys when their friendly duels became too unruly.

Hearing rumors of valuable treasures and gems abounding in Tortuga, they decided to sail north and find a port. Instead of chests filled with gold trinkets, they found a rather unique treasure by the name of Bonnie.

The girl's bloodcurdling screams rang through the evening air, audible even as their ship was a considerable distance away from the docks.

Strapped with weapons, the pirates rushed to the location of the girl's shrieks only to find the townsmen attempting to burn her alive under the accusation of witchcraft.

Caroline immediately forged a line leading to Bonnie, clearing a rather violent path through the ignorant bigots taking longer than she liked.

Their mutiny provided just enough of a distraction in the commotion underway that when they turned back, they discovered that the witch was gone, disappeared. Katherine only shrugged and proceeded to loot the place without exception.

When they made it back to the ship, they happened across the unlikely spectacle of Bonnie, still clad in her ash-coated rags, getting herself obscenely drunk on their dewberry wine and delicately wobbling across the tightrope that was the ship's railing. 

Caroline immediately pulled her down before she could fall and asked if she wanted to join their crew.

While Bonnie made a mediocre pirate, who went out of her way to avoid the sound of clashing swords and wore a pinched expression when her crewmates became too rowdy, she made up for it as an exceptional witch. 

She was crucial to their navigation after particularly severe tropical thunderstorms, and she aided their raids when they needed a distraction or ward of protection.

However, the wards only worked when Bonnie was awake, which is probably why they were left vulnerable on the open sea when it all went down.

Caroline awoke to the sound of canons in the dead of night.

Jolting, she instinctively reached for her trusty cutlass and took off upstairs, a polished silver pistol discreetly resting in the leather belt around her hip.

Katherine was already at the helm, hollering demands at the top of her lungs from the forecastle deck as everyone scrambled, the sound of fighting clear as a lightning strike. 

April, a wide-eyed boatswain, rushed by with a squeak of, "We're being invaded!"

Naturally, Caroline deduced that the second she saw the ornate ship stationed next to theirs, unfamiliar men swinging over on ropes and descending with blades drawn. Blinks of fire lit up the darkness as cannonballs launched into the side of her beauty of a vessel.

Caroline yelled for Enzo to help Olivia secure the cannons below and round up the gunners, and she joined the chaos down on the main deck.

Right away, she could tell that the opposing crew meant business.

A foul mist of chemicals burned at their eyes as stinkpots were hurled upon deck. Caroline quickly kicked one overboard as it crashed right in front of her, allowing Meredith to sweep by, pulling an injured man out of the way as she cursed under her breath.

"Bonnie, can't you do something? Now would be a good time to give them something else to look at!" Caroline hissed as she fended off an overly confident swordsman.

"I'm working on it!" Bonnie answered through gritted teeth, her brows scrunched together as she carried a few magical materials in her arms, scurrying to find cover so she could finish a spell.

"Everyone, stay calm! We're only taking over your ship," a rather arrogant voice boomed above her. "Join me and consider your lives spared! If you'd rather go down with this pitiful piece of driftwood, however, who am I to deny a deathwish?"  

"Seriously?" Caroline huffed as she squinted up at the impeccably dressed rival captain. How the hell did that bastard climb the mainmast so quickly?

Cannonballs sailed overhead, and the roaring sound was louder than the blood rushing in her ears, almost too loud for her organized thoughts to surface, her heart pounding as grunts and shouts surrounded her. 

Caroline hardly had to consider the appeals of shooting him before she was raising her pistol. 

An ungodly screech disrupted the sky and drew everyone's attention, a spray of water descending upon them. 

Everyone's movements came to an abrupt halt as the planks trembled underneath their feet. The boat suddenly rocked to the right, tossing their supplies overboard as they clung to wooden posts to stay upright.

It was a monster of legend, wielding strength so great it was said to wrap itself around boats and drag them into the abyss.

Staring up at the slimy gray tentacles slowly winding themselves around her ship, Caroline could instantly see why it carried its famed reputation of terror.

"Seriously, Bonnie?!" Caroline shouted in defiant outrage, glaring up at the creature that just emerged from the ocean. "You summoned a Kraken?"

Said Kraken blinked its enormous eye in response as if she had personally offended it with her words more than the cannonballs she commanded be fired its way. The long axe someone lodged into its nearest fleshy limb only spurred its temper.

"It was only supposed to be a giant squid!" Bonnie growled back in frustration, "And don't blame me, blame the slack-jawed imbecile who interrupted me!"

"Such hurtful language, darling," a dark-haired man with a twisted smile leered back at her. "I think you'll find the Kraken more agreeable to being drowned by my brother's crew."

"Bloody hell!" Enzo cried, leaping behind a ferocious-looking blonde as he gazed up at the beast. "Get rid of the slimy git! Now!"

His blonde attacker laughed openly at him; he sent a momentary scowl her way. "I must have mistaken you for a pirate. You're clearly nothing more than a misplaced port authority stooge."

Enzo shook off his incredulity and gave her a rather amorous once-over. "Now, now. I would say that is no way for a lady to talk, however..." He ran his tongue across his teeth, lips curving into something almost coy. "You're no lady."

The tall and shapely blonde gave him a smile that was more teeth than anything. "Why, thank you."

"Are you all impaired?" Katherine made a face that told them how much she believed it to be true. "Run!" She frantically waved her pistol in the air before firing a few shots at the pissed-off Kraken, and people scattered accordingly. "Abandon ship!"  

Just as Caroline made her way to the enemy's ship, a man was plucked straight out of her path, screaming in terror as the spongy tentacle flung him into the air.

Typically Caroline was not a fan of abandoning her ship (because she was a good captain, thank you very much!); however, given the way the Kraken had taken to eating it, she wouldn't have a ship to go down with in just a few more minutes, and fleeing was indeed the best plan of action.

"Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate." —Captain Jack Sparrow

Taking shelter aboard The Hybrid's Curse did not win them any favor, only suspicious comments, and darting glances.

No matter how much networking Katherine and Enzo pulled off, there was a handful of men and women who would not offer their support.

On the bright side, most of her crew had survived the morning's attack; on the downside, the other crew seemed to resent their perseverance.

"We raided your ship in the search for treasure," Captain Klaus said rather petulantly, looking far too complacent for a man with gunpowder on his shirt, the victim of a spiteful wind. "Not to rescue a horde of whiny tagalongs."

Caroline rolled her eyes and finished cleaning her pistols. The only reason they needed rescuing in the first place was all because of him and his crew.

"Well, your prize is currently sinking in the depths of the Caribbean," Caroline appeared unfazed, "but by all means, if you plan to go fetch it..." she trailed with a derisive smile.

He merely smirked, inspecting every inch of her with a raw interest unique to any sentiment she'd ever seen cast her way. "On the contrary, love... I believe my prize is standing right here."

As the sun peaked over the horizon, the early morning light made for a pastel wash of his features, softening them in a way. He was disgustingly attractive, she decided, but she would not forfeit her rank now.

She cleared her throat. "I have a proposition for you." A charming smile crossed his maddeningly red lips, and before he could release the unsavory retort she knew he had on the tip of his silver tongue, she continued.

"You allow my crew equal reign of your vessel, and we give you access to our stores of wealth. It’s a simple deal, and I think the price is more than fair," she proposed in what she hoped was a professional voice. Truth be told, she wasn't used to sharing nor bargaining for power.

Klaus barked a laugh. Admittedly, it was a beautiful sound as he drank in her boldness.

"We, in all of our honor, saved your crew from a fate worse than death," he sent her a sideways glance. "Now you want to take my ship, too?"

"Co-captains," she blurted the first thing that came to mind and then cursed herself. "I mean..." she amended off of his curious look. "Just until we can find ourselves another ship. Escort us to the closest port, and we'll be out of your way. Plus, you get gold."

"We have gold. And we aren't heading towards a port anytime soon," Klaus said tersely.

She frowned at that.  

"Although I am feeling particularly magnanimous today," he continued before she could dwell on his statement, "I suppose we can put it to a vote."

A whistle gathered attention from his crew. "All those in favor of an alliance?"

"Aye!" A round of cheers sounded, and Klaus mentally tallied up the votes.

There was plenty of shifty glances and whispering as Caroline scanned the crowd for her people. The only reassuring part of this spectacle was that if Klaus went back on his word, the considerable number of seafarers would take note, and a skirmish might allow her group to escape.

He turned to her with a tilt of the head, held out a hand in a silent offer. "It's a deal, love."

It was rather unfortunate how warm and secure her hand felt in his. She chuckled, and he surmised her approval, cheeks dimpling as she stepped closer.

"If you try anything funny, I'll leave you marooned on the closest spit of land with nothing more than crushed barnacles for company," she smiled sweetly at him. 

A warm feeling blossomed within her as she felt his eyes follow her the entire way back to her crew.

Katherine leaned in and muttered conspiratorially. "If you desire a mutiny at any time..."

"Just say the word, Gorgeous," Enzo quietly finished with a wink.  

"Marcel, weigh anchor!" Klaus called. "Set a course for Isla de Muerta."

A few men spared him surprised glimpses, but they kept their feet moving as the ship changed route. The island posed many dangers, but with great risk came great reward.

Why not try to find the fabled Aztec treasure, too? The man who held that treasure became one step closer to the title of king of the seas.

His numbers just doubled, as did his resources. He wore a contemplative gaze as he watched Caroline go to her friends. Suddenly, a new world of possibilities opened up and invited him inside.

“Man cannot discover new oceans unless he has the courage to lose sight of the shore.” —Andre Gide.

It didn't take long to learn why the Mikaelson siblings traveled so sporadically and avoided docking: they were trying to evade their father, who condemned them and endlessly sought their deaths by any means necessary.

As an Admiral in the British Royal Navy, Mikael commanded intimidating forces and was last seen behind the helm of the HMS Dauntless. Thus, they always went to town in pairs and used aliases when they gathered supplies or collected intel.

Getting to know Captain Mikaelson's crew wasn't as unpleasant as Caroline first expected.

There was Kol, with his mischievous eyes and regaling tales of triumph and revelry, and he'd taken to pestering Bonnie about the grimoires she somehow managed to save from the wreckage. Finn held a stoic stare and tendency to sharpen his sword in times of dispute, preferring peace over quarrels.

Frizzy-haired Rebekah bemoaned her battle with the merciless humidity but offered the most dazzling smiles and humorous jokes at her brothers' expenses. Enzo quickly found that banter came as easy as laughing with her did, and the two often sparred to whittle away the dull hours.

Katherine became subtly besotted with the intensely handsome and refined Elijah, who appeared pleasantly surprised by the fire in her eyes when she rebuked his aid while tying knots in the long ropes. "I know my way around ropes, thank you," she told him with a derisive scoff. "If you really want to be helpful, you'll show me where you keep the rum."

Stored in white oak barrels with liquor made from cane molasses, one of the only redeeming parts of the Mikaelsons' ship was their bounty of exquisite rum. It often lent the crew a guiding hand on their quest to get blisteringly drunk.  

Elijah granted her an indulgent smile in return and offered his arm. Never one to back down from a challenge, Katherine linked her arm in his and listened to his tale of how they acquired their ship from a ruthless Spanish fleet off the coast of Havana. Spending time together soon became as natural as raising the sails.

Caroline leaned against the taffrails and listened to the ocean push them along their route, a vast array of stars speckling the blanket of darkness above her.  

The mythic Aztec treasure lay just up ahead, and there was a chance everything could go south very quickly.

Living in close quarters turns the two crews into one fairly quickly amongst the daily squabbles about food rationing and distribution of work. When push comes to shove, they all know what to do to keep the ship afloat, and their collective tenacity was a comfort.

All of this time onboard, and Caroline thought she would have had Captain Klaus more figured out by now, but alas, the man resisted simplicity, preferring to remain as puzzling as the day he set his pilfering foot aboard her ship.  

She didn’t dwell on how quickly she sensed him approaching, a natural awareness of him that she couldn’t seem to shake. 

"You could have tossed us overboard by now," Caroline said in place of a greeting. "Any other pirate would."

"A pirate such as whom?"

"My father."

He stopped at the edge and turned to gaze at her. The spun gold of her locks seemed absolutely disheveled, red rimming her cornflower blue eyes as she fought off a lack of sleep. A captain to her core, she did not rest when she could instead watch over her slumbering crewmates as they curled up on the deck, the only space suited to hold their numbers.

There was a weariness in her voice that he knew was not simply from restlessness.

"And who might that be, love?"

She bit back a humorless chuckle. "Ever heard of William Kidd?"

The shock that briefly crossed his face was enough to answer her soft inquiry.

Of course, he knew. Most people did. After all, sea shanties were written about the bloodthirsty pirate who betrayed his own for loot, glory, and anything that saved his head from the gallows.

A thousand questions buzzed in his mind, but he couldn't reconcile the enigma that was Caroline with her lively spirit, sunny disposition, and gentle hand with the cruel shadow of William Kidd. "I never would've expected that man capable of raising such greatness," he spoke honestly.

She shrugged, unbothered as they listened to the waves lap against the ship's siding. "He didn't. I doubt he even knows I exist."

She supposed it would be apt to regret everything that's happened since she left home. 

The nights she spent scraping away at unfulfilling jobs from her time on land, running off with a willful soul such as Katherine. The beckoning of wickedness that was the life of a pirate, being responsible for people she loved and inevitably lost as everything she built for herself sunk to the bottom of the ocean.

But somehow, she didn't regret it. Perhaps that made her an awful person. She felt how every day was an opportunity to craft a new story, carve out opportunities and live a new version of life she hadn't previously known existed. It connected her to people, places, things that challenged her and intrigued her, and she couldn't ignore the meaning of it all.

Pirates were known for sailing the seven seas, always looking for treasure. And sometimes the treasure they search for are helpless people trying to escape their lives and find their happiness at sea.

It's true, Caroline made a conscious effort to never become the kind of pirate her father was. The sea put a song in her heart, and she would not forsake it for heedless immorality.

Klaus's mouth quirked. "His loss, love."

She hummed. That much they could agree on.

"It's true, I could have sent you to the seafloor instead of giving you refuge," he agreed after a long but comfortable silence, "these winter waters and shark-infested reefs would not be much kinder to you."

She raised a delicate brow at that.

"Perhaps I consider you to be far more valuable alive than dead."  

It should have sent a foreboding chill down her spine, but she was oddly content as she replied, “What do you want from me?”

“I want what every well-witted pirate wants, my dear. Divine treasure." Klaus idly gave a final glance into the black waves sloshing before them, highlighted by the waning moon before turning to head back to his cabin.

"And there’s no fairer gem than you.”

[thetourguidebarbie]

what are your thoughts on Rebenzo? or Rebekah/Marcel?

I like Rebenzo! I don’t really ship it, but it doesn’t squick me and I do write it a lot. I kind of lowkey ship a loving Bonnie/Enzo/Kol threesome, but I’m perfectly happy to read/write Rebekah with Enzo. Tbh it’s kind of grown on me over time, so maybe I’ll start shipping it more.

I don’t like Rebekah and Marcel in canon. I have never seen TO but from what I’ve heard of their storyline I think it’s creepy, rapey and incesty. I’ll read them in AU/AH if it’s a side-pairing, though they’re not my favorite.

[gxrlcinema]

rebenzo, for the ships thing!! mwah

when i started shipping them: probably read it in a klaroline fic somewhere and got hooked.

my thoughts: iconic banter, iconic fights, iconic enzo meeting the mikaelsons potential

what makes me happy about them: the way they are so similar and could really bring out some of the best parts of each other without having to neutralize what makes them dynamic as characters

what makes me sad about them: they. never. met. in. canon.

things done in fanfic that annoys me: there isn’t enough rebenzo fic for me to have an opinion so, this is general. i really hate when fics simplify rebekah to like, vapid or bad bitch because she’s really layered and complex. no, rebekah mikaelson is not you woke feminist girl power icon. but she’s also not simply an entitled bitch. give rebekah the nuance she deserves in fics!!!!

things i look for in fanfic: them to be the main ship

who i’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: (rather obviously) bonnie and marcel

my happily ever after for them: i guess them taking the cure and having kids and shit. idk i don’t see these two as necessarily endgame.

who is the big spoon/little spoon: enzo is big spoon because sleep time is when bex can admit vulnerability.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: dancing. they go out to jazz bars or swing clubs and just show up every old person in the joint.

[fiercerebekah]

♔ Rebekah & Enzo —- Hope for you yet. ( @aneckperson )

[dontbeallupinmyfriesdawg]

SEND ME A WORD + A PAIRING AND I’LL WRITE SOME HEADCANONS

[imaginationisagift]

I'm literally the biggest multishipper around

Like yall know how I ship Klaroline? Well I also like Forwood, Klonnie, Klefan and I don't hate Klayley as much as the rest of yah. And I ship Kalijah so much but I also like Gilijah and go through a hardcore Koltherine phase at least once every few months. I ship Kennett, too, but I love Bonora and Bonkai (and Koltherine and Klonnie again). And I ship Rebekah with Enzo, Stefan (despite also shipping Stelena and Stayley), Matt and Katherine. But I have never shipped D*lena

[gxrlcinema]

gonna have to agree to disagree on that one, however i do love me some carenzo. thanks anyways love!

everyone should go send lottie some moodboard requests, and in general show them some love.

hey, i was wondering if i could request a moodboard? i would like to see what you'd do with my fave crackship, rebenzo (rebekah x enzo). no pressure if you don't want to!

Ma’am I really thought about this one but I truly cannot see them together 😭 maybe it’s my carenzo heart but I just think Rebekah would get annoyed at him and take his head off 😪💀

[hellotvshowtrash]

#March2021promptchallenge masterlist

Hey all! We got through March!! I’m so excited to compile all the wonderful works that you wonderful authors posted this month <3 I will update this if any more are posted today! Thank you to everyone who participated in this months challenge, I loved reading all of them!

The prompt was: “This plan of yours is going to get us killed. Of course I’m in.”

Catch up with February’s masterlist!

Without further ado!

Credits to @firefly-graphics for the divider!

Let’s Run Around The World (Rebenzo) by @raemikaelson

Together (Elijah Mikaelson x reader) by @nalledimessi

Runaway Queen (Hayley Marshall x reader) by @mikaelson-emma

Dating Damon Salvatore Would Include.. by @rippahwrites

Keeping Secrets (platonic Davina x Marcel) by @imaginearyparties

historic cemetery (Klaus Mikaelson x reader) by @auroracalisto

For The Quiet Days In The Quarter (platonic Kol Mikaelson (and family) x reader) by @klausownsmyass

Corn Syrup, Like In Carrie (Mikaelson Brothers x reader) by @dizzydancingdreamer

Life of Crime (Elijah Mikaelson x reader) by @hellotvshowtrash

One Last Conversation (Damon Salvatore x Reader) by @xxwritemeastoryxx