#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 🍫🐾

[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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[insideapollo]

Patron Request - BlackWolves Beauty and the Beast AU 🌹❄️

Here’s a prompt from @hart-feathers !! I was very inspired by her suggestion!

“BlackWolves (Duncan/Aiden) Beauty and the Beast AU. Aiden stumbles across an unkempt but beautiful castle and has to sketch it. He wasn’t expecting the beast who resides there who, to him, is more breathtaking than the architecture.”

This fills the prompt for “Fairy Tale” on the Monster Match Bonus Board! I really enjoyed drawing the outfits and horns for this drawing! I’d love to revisit this AU someday! 😍😍😍

Every month I take drawing prompts on Patreon.com/Nunar from Omega and Alpha Patrons! 💞

[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.”

[cannibalismposting]

My man

[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!

[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

[shy-urban-hobbit]

When he was still living with his parents, Lambert would have given anything to have a Christmas like the ones on TV: The perfect tree, a loving father who would get mildly annoyed at the kids, but never angry and a whole bunch of presents. In the years following The Incident - with Christmas in various group homes being a bit of a non event - those spent under Vesemir's care came close, but - in a Christmas tradition of their own over the last twenty or so years - they were always met with disappointment from all parties at some point when Lambert either wouldn't or couldn't fit into the cookie cutter Perfect Family Christmas in the same way his brothers found so effortless (he still didn't think the old man had quite forgiven him for the first Christmas he could legally drink. He went barhopping with friends and left a puddle of vomit under the tree when he finally stumbled home early Christmas Eve morning). This year however was shaping up to be quite different for many reasons.

Lambert couldn't help but smirk to himself as he compared the decorations on the syrupy, Hallmark Christmas movie to the ones surrounding him. Their tiny, battery operated Christmas tree blinked at him cheerfully from the waist high bookcase they used as a marker to separate living room space from bedroom space, the ceiling was covered in the paperchains they'd sat making with Ciri last time they were babysitting after Aiden had found a huge pack of multicoloured craft paper on discount, the windows were covered in snowflakes in every colour of the rainbow made from the same stuff (which Lambert had found amusingly fitting, all things considered). Fairy lights had been a no-go unfortunately after an unexpected bill threw off their budget for the month, but maybe next year...

Sleepy snuffling and movement from the other side of the bookcase caught his attention and the smirk turned into a fond smile as Aiden emerged from under the covers and shuffled the five steps from the bed to the tiny kitchen area.

"Hey babe. Esk sent me home with a sandwich for you from lunch, it's in the fridge if you want it." Lambert called out, causing Aiden to grumble something and wave a hand in thanks and acknowledgement. Lambert turned his attention back to the TV, but didn't bother turning up the volume from the low murmur he'd set it at to avoid waking Aiden as he slept off a double shift at the bar; stumbling home in the early hours and briefly running into Lambert on the threshold as he was leaving for his own day at work with Vesemir and Eskel.

Aiden wordlessly handed him a mug of sachet hot chocolate and set his own on the coffee table before joining him on the couch, pressing into his side with a happy wiggle and a pleased hum as he took a bite of his sandwich. Extra cheese and extra relish - just how he liked it. They sat in silence for a few minutes while Aiden ate and Lambert sipped at his hot chocolate, one arm around Aiden's shoulder, his thumb stroking idly.

"Did you get a chance to talk to your dad about tonight?" Aiden asked as he dusted his hands free of crumbs.

"He was... surprisingly chill about it."

That was a conversation Lambert had been kind of dreading. It was tradition that the Lupeson kids and any partners (and kids of their own in Geralt's case) gathered at the family home Christmas Eve for a night of eating, drinking and wholesome family fun. He'd gone to Vesemir that morning to explain that Aiden and himself wished to be excused. He'd had a whole speech prepared about how they'd both saved for their apartment from the ground up - despite both Vesemir and Guxart offering to help with a deposit so they could get something better - and it was nothing personal, it was just after all the blood and sweat and crap they'd gone through together and individually to reach this point, they'd both come to the realisation the previous day that they just wanted to experience Christmas Eve in their own crappy little apartment. Just the two of them.

He'd been met with Vesemir's trademark mouth tilt and he'd gotten as far as "It's just that-" into his speech before the other stopped him with an "I understand lad. God knows neither of us ever thought this would be how things turned out for you." The easy acceptance had been a bit of a shock as was the back pat, "Enjoy it, you've worked hard enough for it. Make sure you're both around for midday tomorrow."

"Told you he wouldn't mind. I actually think things might improve between you two now you're not constantly in one another's space."

"Yeah?"

"Yup. Happened with Guxart and Axel. Now, what the bloody hell are we actually watching and why is that woman having a literal breakdown over a Christmas cake?"

The rest of the day passed more or less the same way. Drinking crappy hot chocolate and laughing at even crappier Christmas specials, snuggling under the blanket Lambert dragged from the bed once the temperature went down along with the sun and leaving their building only to grab takeout and treat themselves to a bottle of top shelf whiskey after Guxart dropped some cash into Aiden's account, saying it was a Christmas/housewarming gift and he'd try to visit after New Years.

"Think he'll ever take Ves up on his offer to spend Christmas over here?"

Aiden shook his head as he poured them both another measure, a couple of drops falling onto the blanket they'd spread out on the floor along with the booze and food earlier in a living room picnic, "Guxart hates traveling around the holidays. Plus, I don't think any of us would survive the sexual tension between them for a whole two days. Hey!" He scooted over until he was sat in Lambert's lap, shoving his phone in his face, "It's gone midnight." He said with a grin and a firm kiss, "Happy first apartment Christmas, Pup."

Lambert snorted, pulling the other further into his lap, "Really. That's what you're going with?"

"Humour me, please."

"Fine, fine. Happy first apartment Christmas, Kitten."

Lambert guided Aiden back into a slower, deeper kiss as footage from a midnight carol service somewhere started playing. Screw Hallmark. As far as he was concerned, this right here was the perfect Christmas.

[mistikfir]

Blood and Chocolate (2006)

[numbuh-72]

"Chocolates..." and "Plushies..." - "I Left Treasures..." Scenario Response

(This response goes to @kandykatz for her kiddos Aiden and Carol~)

(WARNING: CONTAINS S.H/BLOOD)

After Carol and Aiden received their presents....both separated ways to go home....

Once Carol made it home, she could only sit on her bed...to stare at the present and letter that Salvador handed to Carol. After moments of blank stare and silence...Carol reaches for the letter first....and begins to read it;

"Carol, my little ferret,

I had to reserve this special gift to you because...It would pain me to see you suffer the way you are right now...A world if you ever stop eating chocolate...."

Before Carol could even continue, she grabs the present and opens it...to reveal a box of chocolates...

Tears soon start to form on Carol's face...speechless about the present. She then continues to read the letter.

"This gift I pass to you is my favorite box of chocolates I would get if craving for such. My mom traveled to Japan to get these specially made chocolates for me everytime. Consider this my treat to you and as a message to please keep eating. Consider these chocolates as energy to keep pushing for my sake. Savor and enjoy every bite ferret <3" - Gianna

After reading the letter....Carol couldn't help but silently cry to this gift Gianna passed down to her. Carol was a chocolate addict and after Gianna's passing...she completely stopped eating chocolate. It was mainly because at the time Gianna was alive, she would try and control Carol from her addictive ways and try to eat moderately....worried that Carol would get sick from overeating.

Hesitant at first...Carol carefully picks up a piece of chocolate, and eats it. After a moment of chewing it...her eyes sparkle as this was some really good chocolate. Tears formed again from Carol's eyes and...a very tiny smile?

As much as she would have another piece of chocolate, she puts it away somewhere safe for when she wants another piece...After all, Gianna always wanted her to eat modestly. Hehe...

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Meanwhile with Aiden....

Once he got home, he went straight to his room and closes the door...Sliding down against it to sit down on the floor. He grabs his satchel and pulls out a tiny blanket ball...soon revealing the two plushies and letter that Salvador handed to Aiden. He could only stare at the plushies with a saddened expression....He couldn't believe that Gianna was actually gone. He couldn't....protect her from Alice's fate. Tears formed in his face while he grabbed the letter and opens it to read the letter...

"Aiden, my beloved brother,

I'm...so sorry that you had to witness what Alice has done to me. I thought I was able to fight back and escape in time...only to die in front of you and our friends. Though do know that...it's not your fault...it's no one's fault. None of us could've seen this coming...none of us would've predicted what to do in a situation like such.

For my gift to you...I pass down not only my brother Joseph....but another plushie....of myself that I've made. You may of noticed that our hands are stitched together.

May this be a symbol to you that I won't be alone in heaven....I can finally be with my baby brother Joseph.

Although...I do have one request...please protect these plushies...don't let anything happen to either. I guess you can consider it...a chance to somewhat protect me still...along with Joseph. Take extra good care of us...We will be by your side no matter what.

And...please don't fret...everytime you look at me...I will be sad...if you are sad....I want my brother to please keep pushing...Know that once Alice is defeated...I can rest easily...knowing that all of you are safe and ok. I'll always be with you til the very end...I love you Aiden." - Gianna

Aiden could only feel tears escape his face while he was reading the letter. Gently squeezing the plushies and hugging them close...Sobbing quietly. He slowly gets up, gently putting the two plushies on his bed, and soon covering his face to scream, letting out the negative emotions...his rage. Aiden soon punches a wall to try and calm himself down. It...somewhat work...but it did leave a mark on his fist....following some blood. He looks at the plushies on the bed and realizes that what he did was wrong...and Gianna was sad. More tears fall from his face while he went to treat his hand with some bandages.

After the day he had....Aiden could use the rest...He got in bed, and held the plushies close to his chest, closing his eyes while whispering one more thing before falling asleep...

"...I'm sorry, sis...please forgive me..."