Ffxv Tattoo Novels & Stories

Couldn’t they talk about something else? “Can we skip the whole sir thing?” Anthony sighed. “I’m not your commander, Felix. Just call me Anthony—or Tony.” He cleared his throat. “I own a tattoo shop downtown. If you ever want ink, I’ll give you a discount.” And there it was—Anthony sliding in his marketing pitch. “Or your friends,” he added. Felix smiled nervously, clearly flustered. “I’m not brave enough for a tattoo. But… I can mention it to my buddies.”

As he takes Addison’s hand and stands up, Addison glances down the length of his body, eyebrows raising. She had been so distracted while she and Javan were fucking that she didn’t even notice it, but with her shorts off, Javan’s thigh tattoo is in full view. It’s a floral piece, a black and white arrangement of tiger lilies and peonies. It’s gorgeous. The design perfectly accents the curve of his muscular hip. “Your tattoo is pretty,” Addison murmurs. She reaches out and brushes a finger across it lightly. “I always wondered what it was. Especially after all your tormenting.”

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

I couldn’t call him now as we were on the road heading to the location of a vampire coven. Felix was driving as I checked my two guns and strapped my other weapons to my legs and arms. I had started adding tattoos to my arms, one for every ten kills and I had almost completed my second sleeve. Felix had laughed as I sat in the tattoo parlor and then to my shock he sat for one too and our arms looked almost identical. We had become best friends over the last nine months and we had declared ourselves brothers of other species. We had vowed to always have each other’s backs and to never back down from a challenge. It was two months before my nineteenth birthday and we had big plans for it.

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

She took a deep breath and focused on the task at hand. With a delicate touch, Hazel began assisting Francisco in removing his shirt. As the fabric slid off, her gaze inadvertently lingered on his well-defined physique. Despite her efforts to maintain professionalism, the sight was undeniably captivating. Glancing away, Hazel reached for a black shirt and a maroon tie, choosing the combination for him. Hazel delicately touched Francisco's broad shoulders; she couldn't help but notice the multitude of old scratches on his back and chest. However, what caught her attention the most was a striking tattoo—a snake—etched across his entire back. The intricate design added an element of allure and

Then he tossed it onto the boat seat like it was the most normal thing in the world. I didn’t even get the chance to roll my eyes because...yeah. That tattoo. The deep black phoenix stretched across the side of his chest and his left arm. Mix of abstract design, Russian calligraphy, ancient symbols, and fragments of sentences I’d read years ago and still remembered. Max looked at his dad in awe. “Daddy, why’d you take your shirt off?” “So I can move easier,” Pascha said casually. “Like a fish?” Max asked. “Like a shark,” Mischa answered.

Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.

They came together during the tattooing, moans muffled in the table padding, juices dripping on the floor. Jax finished, wiping the fresh ink. "Looks good." The stamps matched perfectly—curved script above their asses, claiming them as mine. We paid and left, the twins walking ginger with the fresh marks. In the car, they hiked their skirts, showing off the tattoos. "Touch them," Vanessa begged. I did, fingers tracing the raised ink while driving, smacking their asses light to make them sting.

In black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.