Harley Quinn Tattoo Placement Novels & Stories

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

Her tattoo was a uniquely carved half moon and it rested just a little below her chin, and I’d know that tattoo even if i was awoken from a trance that lasted a million years because it was the same tattoo that I’d been given the minute i clocked 16, and it was in that exact same location. My head spun as I stared back at it and I blinked rapidly to check if my eyes were deceiving me or not. All of the women from my pack that had been born into royalty or had some form of relation to the royal lineage had that tattoo, and I’d assumed that I would be the last person to ever walk the face of the earth with it.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

"Why do you have that tattoo between your shoulder blades?" The tattoo of a tree covered in blossoms and surrounded by a tribal styled border taunted me. It was so much like my own snow covered tree, and Lana's fruit laden one. Harley's eyes darted around the room, obviously looking for an easy escape. "Answer me, dammit!" I heard myself shout, gripping her upper arms with my hands. "Why do you have a similar tattoo to mine? Why do you have one like the one I'd presume April would have?"

“Have you decided where you want your tattoos?” “Primus wants to place his over his heart,” I announce. “But we talked about it this morning and I think I convinced him to place it somewhere a bit more hidden, like along his spine underneath his hair. But I can’t think of a place on my body that will be just as discrete. I would do the same, but what happens if I wear my hair up one night and forget it’s there and the wrong person sees it? Primus might get reprimanded, but a human like myself would be killed.”

the tattoo artist asked, and Athena was thoughtful for a few seconds. "Here," she moved the hair that covered her neck. "Behind my ear, make it small but with every stroke quite detailed." "Won't it hurt her?" the Italian asked the man. "It will be slight, you will only feel discomfort or some itching," the tattoo artist explained, preparing his equipment of tools. "Good, proceed." The penetrating aroma of the ink permeated the tattoo studio while Athena settled into the chair, slightly nervous. The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear.

I dropped into my chair and waved off my wolves as they tried to rise. “Good of you to show up,” said my Beta, Harley, with a snort. She was a tomboy, her black hair cropped short and her ears glinting with multiple silver piercings. It still seemed odd to see her with her natural hair colour – back before the Eternal Winter, before our trade with the other packs had dried up, she’d dyed her hair pastel pink. Tattoos inked her whole body, with the words love and hate across each set of knuckles respectively. She flexed the hand with hate on and smirked up at me.

"So, let's address the obvious. Werewolves. Does this tattoo mean I am part of the club now?" Quill smirked but didn't look up from the curved line he was working on. "You were in the second we showed you." Hawk shifted uncomfortably. "We're really doing this now?" "Absolutely," she replied. "I mean, I set up a business basically on the border of werewolf territory, and now I'm getting tattooed by one. It feels worth discussing." Quill paused long enough to clean the area before switching needles. "And it doesn't freak you out?"

He pushed my shoulders back to look at my face then I nodded with pursed lip in incertitude. He took off his shirt and lied on the tattoo chair. Cartel came over and adjusted the chair for him to lie flat. "Where do you want it?" he asked. Jason pointed just above his pelvic, around the side of his abdomen. Cartel wiped the area with Alcohol, then adjusted the light to that area and stenciled the design on Jason's skin. He flashed a mirror at it and asked Jason if he liked it. Jason confirmed give him a thumbs up with nod of approval.

"The tattoo behind your ear, that's to cover the mark my daughter gave you, right? It's not really to cover it, but to bind it. You've also marked Noreen. I saw it behind Noreen's ear." Thiery stared at Maria intently. "You... Which pack are you from, Ma'am?" Maria opened the long sleeve of her blouse, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. "Ah," Thiery said. "I see."