Harry Potter Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

"Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike." — Albus Dumbledore, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix * H U N T E R J O N E S | The Lovestruck Bad Boy It had been a really good day. I had gotten to spend time with Mey, helping her with homework and telling her my life story. I let out a dreamy sigh, which made me look like Ron after he accidentally drank the love potion. Except that I didn't need a love potion to be crazy about Mey.

My mother called me one Saturday evening to her room, "we shall be paying a visit to somewhere in the city." She told me. That sunday about 3 p.m. we entered a public transport mode and straight away to the Crimson park. She bought two pairs of snacks, one for me and the other for her, as we look the snacks, we loiter around the pack and talk, "Paloma," my mother called me, "you must be careful with the boys that come around you. Be careful not to look into the eyes of any boy, you could be hypnotized by a love potion they have applied on their eyes, be careful not drink any drink offered to you by any one, you could be a victim of the love potions." "Mummy, how does this work, I mean? Does

I asked, trying to follow the conversation as I tied off the yellow string of yarn to start a row of light green. “The tattoo by his eye, of course,” Nicolette pressed. “It’s a love mark.” I glanced up, not expecting to hear such a term, especially not about the stern-looking prince who’d arrived today with his sister. “A love mark?” “Pfft. It’s pure absurdity is what it really is,” Yasmin muttered. “Soren says the entire tradition behind those damned tattoos is a bunch of evil sorcery, plus a lousy excuse for them to mate below their station if they wish. Hell, before you know it, they’ll rut with the livestock and try to excuse it by saying the mark told them to do it.”

I knew the whole scene was meant to show his power, yet it was so over the top I had to suppress the urge to roll my eyes at him. As his hair blew back from his face, I noticed the tattoos were not only more elaborate but also brighter. They were marked in silver and tinged with a hint of purple that reminded me of the planet in the night sky. They swirled over his forehead like a crown, then down one of his cheekbones streaking hard and dramatically over to the other side of his face to his ear lobes. With a strong bolt of recognition, I knew instantly who this man was from the lessons that I'd had with Nerrian.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

But he is just like any other male I have ever met and only wants one thing… A stray tear falls from my eye and I feel a calloused thumb brush it away. “Miss Delaney, I am sorry for you to hear that. But if someone had said that about me. I would like to know. But don’t let him see this tear. Him nor his words are worth that.” He says with such a genuine smile… I didn’t really pay much attention to Kylo’s appearance earlier. But he is pretty hot. Raven black hair, messy on the top, shaved on the sides. He is really tan, like all he does is lay in the sun. His eyes are a golden honey color. And they shine. His arms are covered in beautiful tattoos, mostly of forest trees, moons, and wolves. I

So I walked to the full length mirror in my bedroom and turned my back to it, looking at my naked reflection on its shiny surface. There it was. The word ‘Harry’ written in clear cursive handwriting. Harry had chosen the tattoo shop, the tattoo artist — he insisted it be a woman, the tattoo design, everything. Thankfully, it was a small tattoo and he didn’t ask for his face to be drawn on my whole back. With a sigh, I wore my robe again and returned to bed. What a fool I was.

“I’m going to have to agree to the fucking tattoo she wants me to get.” “She wants you to get a tattoo?” I asked. This was news to me. Kam sat up and nodded. “It’s one of the things she likes from her books. When two wolves mate, they bite each other and leave a mark on the base of the neck. She wants to get matching tattoos since there’s no magical healing in real life.” I had to laugh at that. “That is so, I was going to say ridiculous, but it’s actually kinda cute! Are you that serious about Rose?”

“If you have the firm intention, then you are. Let’s let them know my existence. They must already know about the existence of the tattoo on your back. You’re my mate so of course, you’ll carry my branding.” “Branding?” “Wizards, brand their mate with whatever defines them. I’m also a werewolf, so are you, hence you received the wolf tattoo in the colour girls like- pink.” “Oh! I was baffled too.” “Come on, time’s not gonna wait for us. Let’s go visit them. Don’t worry, I can turn myself invisible but only you can see me.” “Okay.” Lavana rose and headed to the door. “Wait. I can’t see them for the first time looking this way right?”