Harry Potter Couple Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her eyes were blue colored and she had full kissable lips she painted over with some clear lip gloss. She had a large watercolor tattoo of a Phoenix on her left side in red orange and many other colors. On her thigh was a watercolor tattoo of a wolf howling to the moon. What bothered her the most was the three most personal tattoos she had. One was on her right forearm it was a watercolor tattoo of a Celtic Love knot the read “Love is real”, Rhys has the same one that read “Real is Love”. Another one was the was of their fingerprints that came together and formed the shape of an heart, Rhys also had the same thing. And the last was the obvious one, It was and eternal love tattoo right above

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”

That was supposed to be the Gryphon to the Andrea. Charlotte then gasped as she remembered: “Mommy, your hands! You have the same mark as His Highness! Did I get the answer right, Ashley?” Andrea then looked down at her right hand, which bore the tattoo she had gotten with him. Instead of an expensive diamond ring, what they had were these ink rings and bracelets that forever tainted them with each other. Andrea was his lioness, and Gryphon was her eagle. Moreover, unlike that lion tattoo on his body, he kept it from fading… just as much as she did for hers.

I can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features. “I love spending time with you.” I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing. “So have you thought about it?” “You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.” “Let us get matching tattoos.” Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare. “Tattoo? And matching ones?” I nod. “We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.”

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

Now he smiled at the memory, his fingers finding the matching tattoo on his own body, her name in the same script along his ribs, right over his heart. “Our markings,” he corrected softly before kissing her again. As they dressed each other slowly, helping with zippers and buttons with lingering touches and soft kisses, Raya knew that this was only the beginning. There would be more tattoos, more markings both literal and figurative. There would be challenges and joys, sorrows and triumphs. But through it all, there would be this, this unshakable certainty that they were meant for each other. That somewhere in the universe, their souls had been designed to fit together like puzzle pieces, li

Shít! I had completely forgotten about my tattoo. In the early days of our marriage when I was still drunk in love, I had suggested to Harry that we get matching tattoos. Maybe a heart or our wedding date on our wrists. I am not sure exactly when the tides shifted but we visited a tattoo shop and I walked out with a tattoo of his name on my lower back, right above my waistline, while he got no tattoo. Maybe the fact that it was on my back and I didn’t see it often, combined with how long it had been since Harry commented on it, contributed to the tattoo being nearly non-existent in my books.

Hayden grinned at me, like it was all effortless. “Let’s get out of here,” he smiled. 🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸 By the time we walked into the tattoo parlor, my hands were shaking. The artist nodded at Hayden, clearly aware of who he was, and then glanced at me. “You two getting matching tats?” I nodded, heart racing. “Yeah, we are.” “You have anything in mind,” he asked. I reached for Hayden’s wrist and traced a line. “Half a raven. The wings. He gets one, I get the other. When we’re together… it’s complete.”

Already breath intercepted, and the heart began to pound in his chest like a hare's tail. Probably because of the new tattoo. On her ankle, the very one she was chained to, is now the name "Harry" crossed out by prison bars. Honestly, he doesn't like this tattoo. He would have preferred to forget this nightmare quickly, and for Kit to forget. But she sees it differently. Lou kissed the warm hollow several times and pulled the girl closer to him. - And we ran out of bread ... Are you going? she asked, twirling a strand of his dark hair around her finger.

I teleported there and ran my fingers across the beautiful sculptures my wizard had magically carved in limestone. I snapped my finger and changed into a purple single piece and sat on the stair letting my knees sink in the cold water to adjust my raising body temperature. I was admiring his every perfection of muscles! The tattoo really looks good on him; the burning sensation on our back when we consummated was actually due to my symbol of snake and cloud being imprinted on his skin by nature. I got to know that any physical contact on either of us would be felt by both of us. So that tattoo appeared on my back too. "You arrived sooner!"