Moonblood: A Hale Reborn

🔥 Give In 🔥

Hope's dorm room was bathed in silver, the moonlight streaming in through the parted curtains. Shadows danced across the bed as Nova straddled Hope's waist, her palms planted on either side of Hope's shoulders.

The room was silent but heavy with anticipation, the air thick with want.

Nova's smirk curved slowly. "You've been giving me heart eyes all day," she murmured. "Time to put that mouth to better use."

With a mischievous glint in her eye, Nova reached between them, her fingers curling around Hope's hard length. Hope's breath caught sharply, her muscles going rigid beneath Nova's touch. Slowly, teasingly, Nova positioned herself, holding Hope's gaze.

Then she sank down onto her with a long, drawn-out gasp, her hands tightening in the sheets beside Hope's head. Hope's eyes fluttered shut, a low groan rumbling from her throat as Nova took her in, inch by aching inch, until they were fully connected.

Their moans mingled, soft and broken, echoing in the quiet room as the tension reignited and their rhythm began anew. 🌙💫🔥

Nova, already perched atop Hope, leaned in with that sly, predatory smirk—but this time, there was affection in her gaze, something softer curling at the edges. Hope's hands instinctively gripped Nova's hips, thumbs brushing warm skin, as Nova dipped her head to trail kisses along her jaw, then her throat, then back up to catch her lips. 💋💖😈

It started slow—almost reverent—but quickly grew breathless and wild. Their bodies moved in tandem, like they were remembering something they'd both been starving for. Clothes came off in pieces, flung blindly around the room as their mouths found each other again and again. 💨🩶🔥

Nova was teasing, playful. Her sarcasm threaded through each gasp, each sly comment against Hope's skin. "You gonna ask if I'm okay every five minutes, or are you just that obsessed with me?" she whispered, her lips ghosting Hope's collarbone.

Hope's voice was a breathy laugh. "Little of both."

But she did ask—more than once. Checking in, pausing just enough to make sure Nova was really okay. Not just physically, but emotionally.

And every time, Nova whispered the same thing, more breathless each time: "Better than okay. Don't stop." 💞🛏️💫

Hope obliged, thoroughly. Her touches turned reverent, desperate, intense. She kissed every scar, every freckle, every soft part Nova had ever tried to hide. She didn't worship—she claimed, in the gentlest way possible. Like she was learning Nova's body again, and this time making promises as she went.

Skin against skin. Fingers gripping sheets. Panting and gasping and breath caught mid-laugh as Nova tried to get in another smart remark only to lose it in a moan. Hope's hands were sure, her body steady but just as lost in Nova as Nova was in her. 💓🔥🫦

When Nova whispered, "I want to feel everything," Hope gave her everything.

Hope's hips rolled into Nova's, slow at first, a grinding rhythm that built in intensity. Nova's fingers curled against Hope's chest, head tilting back as her thighs tightened around Hope's waist.

"God, you feel—" Nova started to say, but was cut off by a low moan as Hope shifted her angle, pressing deeper, her breathing heavy and lips trailing down Nova's throat. Her hands found Nova's lower back, guiding her, grounding her. "Right there, Hope, fuck—"

"Still okay?" Hope asked again, voice tight with restraint.

Nova leaned forward, brushing her lips against Hope's with a smirk. "Less talking, more thrusting," she murmured seductively.

Hope growled in reply, flipping them so Nova was on her back this time. Her thrusts grew harder, controlled, but clearly intent on wrecking every smart comment left in Nova's brain. Nova clung to her, nails dragging down her back, head thrown back as pleasure surged through her like wildfire. 💥🔥🖤

The bed creaked beneath them, the room thick with heat and the scent of sex, skin slapping, breath catching, sheets twisted beneath them. Hope kissed Nova through every cry, every shiver, every plea. She didn't let go until Nova was trembling beneath her, gasping her name.

And when they came undone together, it was with eyes locked and mouths open, the moment crashing down like thunder. In that primal crescendo, their wolves surged forward instinctively—both Nova and Hope's eyes flaring with supernatural light, fangs bared. Hope bit down on Nova's scent gland at the right side of her neck, marking her as hers. Nova responded in kind, sinking her fangs into the left side of Hope's neck, where her scent gland pulsed. The dual marks burned with significance, sacred and ancient, as their bodies shook with the intensity of both orgasm and bond. They weren't just lovers now—they were claimed, soul-deep and irreversible. Neither gave much thought to the marks at the time, too caught in the afterglow—but soon, they would come to learn the ramifications of what they'd done, and what it truly meant to be bonded in such a primal, irreversible way.

🌙 It was heat and hunger, yes—but also something softer. Something that rooted itself in the curve of a smile, the trembling breath caught between kisses, the silent promise that neither of them were alone anymore.

They came apart slowly, still tangled. Nova's cheek rested over Hope's heart, one arm thrown across her chest, both of them drenched in heat and quiet satisfaction. Their hands remained entwined on Hope's stomach.

Hope ran her fingers through Nova's messy hair, content. The silence stretched, thick and warm.

Then, softly, Nova murmured, "This feels like home."

Hope smiled into the dark, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "That's because it is."

🌀Morning Glow

Sunlight streamed into the room, soft and golden, casting patterns across the bed. Hope stirred first, blinking groggily and smiling when she found Nova still draped across her chest, breathing steady.

She brushed a strand of hair from Nova's face and whispered, "Still here."

Nova grumbled without opening her eyes. "You're warm. Shut up."

Nova yawned. "Morning. Coffee?"

Hope snorted. "Only if you want to explain to the nurse why your baby is vibrating."

Nova groaned. "Ugh, right. Decaf it is. How am I going to survive without caffeine"

Hope chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "We've got class in thirty."

"Then we're skipping," Nova mumbled.

Hope blinked. "You? Miss Alpha overachiever?"

"I just had mindblowing sex. I deserve a nap."

Hope's hand drifted to Nova's stomach protectively. "And so does the baby."

Nova cracked one eye open. "You're already a helicopter mom."

Hope shrugged. "You've seen me with a crossbow."

Nova winced slightly at the mention, her smirk faltering. The words stirred something sharp in her chest—an old ache, an unwelcome reminder of Allison. She forced a weak laugh, but her eyes darted away.

Hope, catching the shift, frowned gently. "What's wrong?"

Nova waved it off quickly. "Nothing. Just... old ghosts."

They both laughed, the tension from days before melted away in the light of morning. For once, it felt easy—until Hope noticed the flicker of something in Nova's eyes, a shadow quickly masked. She opened her mouth to ask again, but Nova leaned in and kissed her cheek with a lopsided grin that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Let it go, Mikaelson," she muttered. "I'm not made of glass. Not yet, anyway."

They dressed slowly, exchanging lazy kisses between clothing layers. It was almost domestic. Almost normal.

🔥 Section Three: Rumors and Reactions

By midday, the campus buzzed. Jed had found out that Nova was pregnant—and while no one knew who the other parent was, that didn't stop the rumor mill from turning.

Hope and Nova walked into the cafeteria and instantly, whispers followed.

"Did you hear?"

"Nova Hale's pregnant."

"With who's kid?"

Hope's jaw clenched. She pulled Nova close, her hand firm at her lower back. Nova didn't flinch, but her expression was steel.

They sat, facing the room. A few students dared to stare. One whisper too loud—something crude—reached Nova's ears.

She stood.

Jed turned from the food line, seeing Nova and smirking, voice just loud enough. "Guess someone really did knock you up, huh? Who would ever get with you?" Hope's eyes darkened. Nova froze.

In a blink, Nova stormed forward and slammed her fist into Jed's jaw. He stumbled back, eyes wide in shock—just in time for Nova's knee to catch him square in the groin. He crumpled.

Hope rushed forward. "Nova!"

Nova kept yelling even as Hope wrapped both arms around her waist, pulling her back.

"You got your ass kicked by a girl! A pregnant one! Twice!" she snarled.

Malia whistled low in the background. "Damn."

Isaac muttered, "That's gonna leave a mark.""

Hope was already at her side, wrapping an arm around her waist and tugging her gently but firmly back. "Okay, okay. Warrior queen, time to sit."

Nova hissed toward Jed, "You really thought spreading rumors wouldn't have consequences?"

Students scattered. Faculty appeared, wide-eyed. But no one dared step between Hope Mikaelson and Nova Hale.

Hope spun Nova toward her. "Are you trying to get on bed rest early?"

Nova huffed. "Worth it."

Hope shook her head, fighting a smile. She turned on her heel to face the room, voice rising. "Yeah, we'll talk about this later—after I remind everyone that it's my baby. And if anyone even thinks about messing with my Nova, they're gonna find out exactly what happens when you fuck with a Mikaelson."

🛏️ Section Four: The Weight of Change 🌙

Back in the dorm, Hope was quiet. Nova paced.

"I shouldn't have done that," Nova said. "But he—"

"Started it. Yeah. Still, you're almost three months pregnant, and you shouldn't be throwing punches or knees."

Nova flopped onto Hope's bed. "It's just… everyone knows now. The staring, the rumors. And I'm scared, Hope. What if this is just the beginning?"

Hope knelt beside her. "Then we face it together."

Nova looked up, eyes glassy. "What if I mess this up?"

"You won't. You're not alone."

Nova's voice wavered. "It's already hard. The exhaustion, the hunger, the mood swings. If it's this bad at three months, what happens when I'm seven or eight?"

Hope's heart cracked, hearing the uncertainty behind Nova's sarcasm. "Then we handle it. One craving, one swollen ankle, one back rub at a time."

Nova let out a shaky laugh. "You're too good at this."

Hope shrugged. "Guess I'm a natural."

End of Chapter Eleven

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