#aiden blood and chocolate

[cannibalismposting]

Face card goes hard. He gives me so much gender envy God

[moonheart1313]

Here's another fic for FAD's Monster Match! This time it's ChocolateHunt! Featuring Lucas (Jagten--The Hunt) and Aiden (Blood and Chocolate)!

[i-crav3-blo0d]

Aiden - Blood and Chocolate 2007

by i-crave-blood

[random-itmyname]

Do Aiden and Nigel have a ship name? If Nigel’s part of the name is normally ‘dogs’ (because of his shirt) and Aidens is normally ‘wolves’ (for obvious reasons) would that make their ship name DogWolves? Anyways, I was able to merge two photos together, and as my first time with photo-merging, I’m pretty proud of it!

[bloodydancy]

Blood and Chocolate (2007) | Hannibal 3.02 Primavera

[mistikfir]

Blood and Chocolate (2006)

[battlesuit]

Chocolate dogs Nigel/Aiden 🍫🐾

[insideapollo]

Patron request for ChocolateDogs!

Aiden x Werewolf!Nigel!

Comic Artist, Aiden, visits Bucharest to research werewolves and meets the leader of the wolf pack, Nigel! 🐺❤️✍️

[zipegs]

to see and be seen // 14k, E, Aiden/Markus

found footage, werewolf!markus, trans!aiden, dubious consent, pseudo-bestiality, eventual smut

Aiden is holding the camera, filming himself, and the shot judders a little as he adjusts his grip and fixes the framing. He looks directly into the camcorder and grins.

“Hi again. Did you miss me?”

A few unframed pieces of art poke out from behind him, various portraits and sketches made on unlined paper and taped up to the wall.

“For anyone who doesn’t know me, I’m Aiden”—he waves—“and I’m kind of a werewolf aficionado.”

Adam Towers' latest video upload, a compilation of footage he found while hiking in Denmark, might be his most shocking yet.

Read Chapters 1-3 Here!

Fic is complete and updates regularly Written for @folieadeuxserver's Monster Match challenge

Excerpt Below ⬇️

The video opens on a curly-haired young man sporting a broad, self-assured grin. He waves at the camera. “Hello, everyone. Adam Towers here.”

He pauses, smirks, and cocks his head to the side, which sends his curls bouncing over his forehead. Only once they’ve settled does he resume speaking.

“I’ve got something a little different for you today—a little…unusual.”

Another pause, ostensibly for effect. The ploy is obvious, but it’s effective; clearly, Adam has perfected his game of cat and mouse. It’s no surprise that he’s maintained the viewer base he acquired.

He backs up and extends his arm with a flourish. In his hand is an old DVD camcorder that’s clearly seen better days—dirt stains its silver surface, and a jagged crack splits the lens. Adam holds it up to the camera so the viewer can get a closer look.

“Yes, ladies and gents, that is indeed a handheld video camera.” He pulls the camcorder back from the camera and drums his fingers over it, keeping it within the frame. “Arguably the last thing I expected to find on my hike, but, well—Mother Nature provides.” He grins conspiratorially and cocks an eyebrow, then looks down at the camcorder and turns it over in his hands.

“I scrounged up a battery charger for it”—Adam looks up long enough to flash the viewer a grateful smile—“thank you, lennylovesfilm99, for your help on that front—and lo and behold, all this beautiful lady needed was a little juice.” He powers the camcorder on and flips open the LCD viewfinder screen, which flickers to life with remarkably little effort. Adam slides closer and holds the viewfinder screen up to the camera as he scrubs through the footage. The images jump around too quickly for the viewer to make sense of them, but when Adam stops, the picture he lands on is unmistakable.

He holds it up beside his face. Even on the tiny LCD screen, the resemblance is shocking. “Uncanny, isn’t it? Now, before you Negative Nancies out there start crying ‘wolf,’ take a look at that timestamp in the corner.” He lowers the camcorder and sticks it out in front of the camera again, holding it so close that only the lower right corner, with its pixellated all-caps timestamp, is visible. “October 23rd,” Adam recites. “2007.”

[desperatelyseekingcannibals]

Warm me (BlackWolves) - Chapter 1

Explicit // M/M // BlackWolves - Aiden (Blood & Chocolate)/Duncan Vizla/The Black Kaiser (Polar) // Tagged: Choose your own adventure/collaborative fic, historical AU, werewolf AU, werewolf Aiden, stranded in the snow, nudity, sharing body heat, sharing a bed, mutual attraction, secrets, nightmares, frottage, revelations, canon typical violence, physical fight, attempted forced mating (not between mains), anal sex, Happy Ending.

Out in the wilderness, Duncan encounters a mysterious figure.

This is a collab fic - each new chapter was voted on from various options by my Patrons and this is the result. Enjoy!

Warm me (600 words)

Duncan trudged through the snow. He hadn’t expected it to come down so thick and fast, and was glad when he sighted his tent. It couldn’t come too soon, the snow had started to seep in through even his thick coat and if he got wet then there was the risk of hypothermia.

He was glad when he opened the flap and stepped inside, immediately protected from the biting wind. He dropped the brace of rabbits into the crate just inside the flap, and stripped off his outer layers, placing those on top to allow all the moisture to drain in one place.

He knew he’d return too late to his camp to be able to easily light a fire. The last of the light was gone and now it was too wet. Duncan was about to take off his boots and crawl under the furred blankets to hunker down until dawn, when he was sure he heard something outside.

It was hard to tell at first, the wind and rain making a racket of its own. But then it was gone again.

Duncan hadn’t got as far as he had in his profession without being cautious, so he shouldered his rifle and tentatively pulled back the flap, deciding to inspect the area around his camp.

He had barely reached the edge of the small clearing when something caught his eye. A lump where the day before there hadn’t been a rock or a fallen tree. The snow was coming down so thick that he could barely see a foot ahead of him, but as he drew closer he was sure that the lump was moving. It was barely any movement, and at first he couldn’t be sure it wasn’t just the snow clouding his already limited vision.

But then he heard the pained moan.

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[cannibalismposting]

He looks so submissive.

[bi-bard]

It's Got Me Hoping for the Future and Worrying About the Past - Aiden Galvin [Blood & Chocolate]

Title: It's Got Me Hoping for the Future and Worrying About the Past

Pairing: Aiden Galvin X Reader

Word Count: 1,504 words

Warning(s): none

Summary: [Inspired by "Help Me" by Joni Mitchell] Aiden was immediately smitten when he met (Y/n). However, (Y/n) was far more hesitant to ever entertain the chance that they felt the same.

Author's Note: I got this idea from an edit of another Hugh Dancy character.

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When I first met Aiden, I assumed he was the troubled artist type.

He seemed like the type of guy that fell in love quickly... and often. He would spend short bursts of time being completely enamored by someone. He'd make them feel like they were the only thing that mattered on the planet. A true romantic. And then, his art would drag him away to the next object of his desires.

Was that a harsh assumption to make? Maybe.

Was it based on personal experience? Pretty much.

I met him while I was out for coffee.

I was sitting on my own. I was taking some advice I had gotten from a family member. Allow myself time to relax. Give myself a gift every now and then. It would help.

I was getting used to it.

My mind was still racing with a list of things that I felt like I needed to get done now. I kept biting the inside of my cheek. I was switching between reading the book that I had brought with me and senselessly picking at my nail.

How did people spend so much time relaxing like this?

I took a moment to look around at the crowd around me. I don't know if I subconsciously felt someone glancing at me or if I simply wanted to understand how this was at all relaxing.

That's when I saw Aiden.

He looked exactly like every romantic lead ever.

That was the best way that I could describe him. The messy hair and the clothes. The sketch paper in front of him and the pencil that he seemed moments from biting clean through. The look on his face that gave the illusion that his mind was trapped in some other world of his own construction.

Cheesy.

He was looking at me when I looked at him.

In the moment when anyone else would look away out of fear of looking creepy to a stranger that didn't know them, he stayed completely still. He even let a smile form on his lips.

I looked away from him first, going back to my book. I bit my tongue to keep from letting my annoyance overwhelm the benefits that I was supposed to be receiving from this outing.

I assumed that was the end of it.

Then, I went to leave.

I can't say that I was stunned that he was still there. I was just stunned that he spoke to me.

"Hi," he said as I passed by.

I slowed my walk. I almost had to double-check that the greeting had been meant for me.

He seemed to just smile a bit more at my pause.

"Hi," I replied, never not skeptical.

He stood up and held out a hand to me. "I'm Aiden."

I reached out and shook his hand. "(Y/n)."

"Nice to meet you."

"Likewise," I nodded at him. "Can I... Can I ask why you stopped me?"

"I was going to apologize for staring earlier," he motioned to the seat that I had been sitting on. "I would offer to get you a coffee, but considering you just got done, maybe I could offer something else. Dinner? Drinks?"

I couldn't help the kind of shocked laugh that made its way out of my mouth. His eyebrows furrowed for a moment.

"Listen, that's very nice," I explained. "I'm just... not really looking for... anything right now."

"Oh," he nodded. I nodded back. "Well, maybe I'll see you around?"

Doubt it. "Maybe."

I waved as I walked away from the table.

I hadn't lied to him. I truly had no interest in pursuing anything.

The idea of going on another first date to "see how things go" made my heart rate spike and not in a good way. I would much rather stay where I was. Calm and free and unworried about everything that comes with a date.

At least for now, I was happier assuming that I would never run into Aiden again.

Not that the universe ever cared about what I was happy with.

It was a few days after our initial run-in. I had paused for a moment too long while scanning my eyes along a shelf of book covers. I didn't even catch a glance of Aiden before he had started walking over to me.

"(Y/n), right?"

I looked at him, my eyes going a bit wide because what the actual fuck were the odds?

"Yeah," I replied. "Aiden."

"Yeah," he grinned at me.

"If I didn't know better, then I would say that you were following me," I joked.

"No, no," he shook his head. "I was checking out the books."

"Oh," I nodded. "Looking for anything in particular?"

"Mine."

"Your book?"

He nodded.

"I misjudged you," I noted. He furrowed his eyebrows at me. "I thought you were the struggling artist character, but clearly not."

"Who said that I'm not?"

"Are you?"

"Well, I would never admit that," he chuckled. "Maybe you could figure that out while we have a drink together?"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Good try."

"What was I trying," he asked, feigning innocence.

"You must think that you're so clever," I said. "Well, struggling artist, nice try... but I'll see you around."

He sighed as I walked around him and continued on my way.

We kept meeting after that.

They were usually short conversations. Stupid things about the weather or work or whatever we were doing when we ran into each other.

I hated to admit it, but Aiden was getting to me.

I found myself mimicking his stupid grins. I was nervous after we spoke. My heart would speed up around him. In a nice way.

And I felt like he could tell.

I felt ridiculous. Like a teenager.

I tried to ignore it. If I didn't acknowledge the feelings, then I didn't have to fight whether or not they were real. But he didn't seem to have any interest in hiding his feelings.

I was waiting for the moment he ran. The moment that someone else caught his eye and he started pursuing them. I thought that he was someone that enjoyed the action of falling in love more than that of being in love.

But as the days dragged on, turning into weeks, I was beginning to doubt that the shift would happen so easily.

Then, Aiden and I found ourselves at the very place that we had met at.

I was sitting with a book and a drink when he placed himself in the chair across from me.

I glanced up from the pages. "You can't corner me into having drinks with you."

"Who said anything like that," he replied. "This is just two people who happen to sit at the same table because all the other seats were full."

I looked at the other tables. They were all mostly empty. I raised an eyebrow at him.

He just shrugged and started drawing. I rolled my eyes and went back to reading.

I happened to glance up between sentences and catch sight of what he was drawing.

"Is that me," I asked.

He stopped and looked at me. "Yeah."

"Why?"

"Because I wanted to draw you."

I hesitated for a moment before placing a bookmark between the book pages and placing the book on the table. I moved my hand forward a bit.

"Can I...?" I motioned toward the drawing

He grinned and handed his sketchbook to me.

I felt like I was going to damage it. I tried to be as careful as possible.

"It's... It's lovely," I muttered. It was. Better than I felt like I deserved in terms of attention and detail.

"I'd hope so."

I grinned a bit.

"(Y/n)..."

I looked up from the drawing to find that Aiden had leaned forward on the table. We were maybe a few inches from each other. I watched his eyes jump from my eyes to my lips and back again before he leaned even closer.

His lips pressed against mine.

I leaned a little closer to him as I kissed him back.

It was a soft kiss. His hand touched mine.

I moved back after a few moments. Just far enough to stop the kiss. I couldn't remember a time that I had been so nervous about a single kiss. I chuckled as I looked down at our hands. I heard him chuckle too.

Aiden didn't lean back into his seat as I did. He stayed where he had been, continuing to let his eyes jump around to different parts of my face.

"Stop looking at me like that," I said, feeling my face warm up.

"Sorry," his hand slipped from mine as he leaned back a bit. "So... is this a good time to ask about that drink?"

"Maybe."

His grin broke into a full smile.

I found my smile mimicking his.

I was beginning to entertain the idea that he wasn't going to run away like I assumed he would.

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[lattewithatwistoflemon]

Ah, this innocent baby! It’s like an AU where Will Graham decided to become a comic artist and knows nothing of the horrors of cannibals and serial killers, and he can finally be happy like he deserves to be!

[random-itmyname]

During his time in Romania, Aiden has kept his eyes on someone. He’s tall, dark, and roguishly handsome…Or maybe he’s been reading too many werewolf and human lover stories. Although this man is more bear than wolf.

But either way, Aiden wants to see him again.

[super-who-locked-me-in-here]

Not gonna anon bc I'm responding directly to a reblog you did from my own Hannibal sideblog and people could figure out it's me anyways by scrolling through your blog

Given that this was specifically about gifs of Hugh Dancy saying he enjoyed being covered in fake blood, what if I don't have a blood kink what if I have a kink for people who have unusual special interests and aren't ashamed to talk about them 💗

But also come on. It's Hugh Dancy. Talking about liking being covered in blood 😍

who doesnt love hugh dancy. drenched in blood.

who. tell me honestly

[mistikfir]

Blood and Chocolate (2006)