Wednesday: is for Tattoos and Piercings

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Good morning lovelies! I’m untldeathtakeme and today's theme is tattoos and piercings. Prompts can involve either or both.

Just a few rules:
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Prompts should be formatted as follows: [Use the character's full names and fandom's full name]
Fandom, Character +/ Character, Prompt

Some examples to get the ball rolling...
+ Doctor Who, Any+/Any, alien tattoos are REALLY hard to get rid of

+ BBC Sherlock, Any+/Any, the last person you'd expect to have a tattoo has the last tattoo anyone would ever expect of them.

+ Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange+/Any, any AU that involves punk-esque costuming and piercings.

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Doctor Who, Any+/Any, alien tattoos are REALLY hard to get rid of

[Fill] Unexpected

[fairyniamh]

I took liberty with the timelines.

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"Why didn't you warn me off?" Rose complained.

The Doctor gave her an aggrieved look, "I did."

This only exacerbated her ire, "You most certainly did not."

"I most certainly did. I told you to be positive that you wanted a tattoo. When you said you wanted it, I offered to take you to an Earth tattoo artist., because you can have bad tattoos lasered off. Did you listen to me? No. You were so enamored with the Ood, you had to use that shop. Maybe next time, you'll listen to me," snapped at her.

"That's not a warning. Besides, I asked for a tiger and got a black and white kitten."

"I warned you that the shop was an empathic shop. You get the tattoo that feels right for you. At least it was a feline and it's cute," he said with a cheeky grin.

"It moves," she whispered back.

The Doctor smiled wider and nodded, "Of course it's moving. It's a sentient tattoo. The Ood told you to name it. Have you named it yet?"

"It's a tattoo," she stressed.

"Right, Inky it is then. How are you doing Inky?" he asked that tattoo as it settled on her wrist.

"It's purring," she muttered as she petted the tattoo.

"Right, I vote you keep the tattoo. Inky is rather fond of you," he advised.

The only thing she could do was give a nod and play with the kitten. How had the Ood known she had always wanted a kitten?

~Fin~

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BBC Sherlock, Any+/Any, the last person you'd expect to have a tattoo has the last tattoo anyone would ever expect of them.

Fill: John + Molly

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“Oh, goodness gracious, do pardon me, Molly,” John began, and paused. Stared.

Molly was clutching her scrub top to her chest in an attempt at preserving her modesty, but John could see her tattoo. It took him a moment to recognize it for what it was - an intricate green, gold, and blue snake, its scales like filigree. Its tail started at the side of one of her breasts, curved beneath the pale mound of flesh, down her belly, curved around her navel, and disappeared into her knickers.

John could only guess where its head was.

“You are not pardoned,” Molly snapped. “Get out and let me finish getting dressed!”

“Yes! Of course.” John whipped around and hurried out of the room, closed the door firmly behind him.

Molly.

A snake.

That ended down there.

Who’d have thought.

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, Stephen Strange+/Any, any AU that involves punk-esque costuming and piercings.

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Elementary, Sherlock Holmes+/Any, his tattoos are so very sensitive and people can't help but want to touch them

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, John Sheppard/Rodney McKay, Rodney is walking through the gate and spots John's back tattoo

[squidgiepdx]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne/David Parrish, David comes back from an off-world assignment with a tattoo

[squidgiepdx]

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams + Grace, Steve has to distract Danny when Grace comes back home with a tongue piercing.

[squidgiepdx]

(similar to my H50 prompt above, but I guess this is now my kink)

Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams + Grace, When Grace wants to get a tongue piercing, Danny rants - until Steve gets his tongue pierced with Grace. Danny still rants, but gets the benefits of a partner with a tongue piercing.

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Stranger Things, Mike Wheeler + Jane Hopper (Eleven), matching temporary tattoos

[squidgiepdx]

Grimm, Nick Burkhardt/Monroe, Monroe can smell a touch of blood and metal when Nick comes home and finds Nick got his nipples pierced.

Fill

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

From the kitchen, Monroe could hear the front door open, announcing Nick’s arrival home. He opened his mouth to call a greeting, but a moment later, a coppery smell hit his nose. Blood, that was the smell of blood.

Before he even realized it, he was rushing to the front of the house, the salad he’d been preparing forgotten on the counter. He skidded to a halt when he saw Nick sitting on the couch in the living room, casual as could be. He didn’t look hurt at all, but it wouldn’t be the first time Nick pretended to be fine when he very much wasn’t.

“What happened, what’s wrong?” he demanded. He knelt in front of Nick, hands everywhere as he tried to find where the blood was coming from.

“I’m fine, really.”

Monroe snorted; he’d certainly heard that before. He could smell the blood even more strongly now, though it really didn’t smell like a large amount. There was the faint tang of metal underlaid as well, which was a bit odd. It didn’t smell like any of the other injuries he’d helped Nick patch up.

His hands, never still since he’d gotten to Nick, brushed over Nick’s chest and suddenly Nick gasped. He’d obviously tried to bite back on the noise, but Monroe had heard it. Immediately, his fingers were working at the buttons of Nick’s shirt, trying to get them undone so he could see.

“Monroe, you don’t have to worry,” Nick started, trying to bat Monroe’s hands away.

But he wouldn’t be dissuaded. He finally got Nick’s shirt open and his eyes zeroed in on the source of the blood. Which was not anything like he’d been expecting.

“You got your nipples pierced?” Monroe asked, at a loss. His eyes were locked on the gleaming metal bars through each of Nick’s pert nipples. They were a darker red than usual, a little swollen, and Monroe wanted nothing more than to taste them.

Nick sighed, a wry grin pulling at the corner of his mouth. “I was planning to surprise you with them later.”

“Well, I’m definitely surprised,” he said with a laugh that bordered on hysterical. He swallowed hard, trying to get ahold of himself. “Did they… hurt?”

“Just a little,” Nick replied, shrugging, because he’d been injured enough as a Grimm that his perception of pain was rather skewed in Monroe’s opinion. A moment later, his grin grew as he seemed to notice how Monroe still couldn’t look away. “Do you want to kiss them better for me?”

Without a second thought, Monroe was up and pulling Nick toward the bedroom, because that was absolutely what he wanted to do.

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Tolkien (any), any dwarf +/ any non-dwarf, explaining dwarvish tattoos (and piercings)

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Young Justice (cartoon), Connor Kent (+/ any), figuring out how to get a piercing that will go through Kryptonian skin

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

The Mummy movies, Ardeth Bay/Jonathan Carnahan, Jonathan appreciates Ardeth's tattoos very much

[reeby10.livejournal.com]

Person of Interest, Root/Sameen Shaw, corset piercings

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The Magicians (tv), Eliot Waugh (/Quentin Coldwater), magical tattoos

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Any, any/any, licking the other person's tattoo during sexytimes

Fill: drabble: Spooks (MI5): Adam/Lucas - PG-13

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Adam’s tongue licked the circle on Lucas’ chest, humming as he did so.

“Mmm,” Lucas said. “I used to hate you noticing my tattoos, but I’m starting to revise my thoughts.”

“If I do this, will it convince you it’s a good thing?” Adam licked down one side of the pair of compasses the Ancient of Days was holding, took a breath and then licked down the second side.

Lucas squirmed, his cock growing harder by the second. “Oh yes.”

“Good. Because I don’t think I’ll last long enough to work my way through all of Gnothi Seauton.”

“Me neither!”

[sherlockian-syn.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, getting matching and/or symbolic tattoos together

Not a fill but

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/10169057

Ronon/Evan. Get matching tattoos for their anniversary.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Any, any m/m, magical tattoos

Fill 1/2: SPN/GG/TMI AU, Sam/boy!Jess

[nagi-schwarz.livejournal.com]

Dean was disappointed when he made it into Sam’s apartment undetected. The kid had zero security - no wards, no alarms, not even decent locks on the windows. He felt a little better when he headed for the kitchen and the shadows shifted, coalesced into Sam, and they tussled.

Dean ended their struggle on top. “You’re out of practice.”

Sam hooked a leg over Dean’s calf, arched, spun them, landed on top of Dean.

“Or not,” Dean muttered.

Sam stood, offered Dean a hand. For a moment, Dean was tempted to pull Sam down, but he wasn’t here to start a fight.

“What are you doing here?” Sam asked.

“Looking for a beer,” Dean said.

Sam’s bitchface was the same, even if he’d gained a couple of inches since Dean saw him last. “You could have called.”

“Like you would have answered.”

The kitchen light snapped on.

“Sam? What’s going on?”

Dean stared at the other guy in the doorway. He’d seen the kid on campus, hanging around with Sam and Sam’s other friends. The kid was pale-skinned, dark-haired, like a boy Snow White, only with a Mediterranean cast to his features, like boy Snow White as a skinny mafia bookie.

“Jess,” Sam said. “This is Dean.”

Jess scrubbed his palm over his face. His dark hair was sticking up everywhere. “Your brother, Dean?”

“Ah - sorry. Didn’t realize you had a Mundane roommate,” Dean said. And then Jess stepped further into the kitchen, and Dean saw he had Shadowhunter Marks on his torso.

Joyous. Loyal to. Poetry. Promise. Sharing. Eros. Storge. Mania.

Dean was surprised the guy didn’t have wedded union marked over his heart. He looked at Sam. “Really? After that huge fight you had with Dad about wanting to be Mundane and your roommate’s a Shadowhunter too?”

Jess frowned. “What’s a Shadowhunter?”

Dean’s eyes went wide. “You - you marked a Mundie? How is he not dead?”

“They’re just tattoos,” Sam said quietly.

Dean was across the kitchen in an instant. He grabbed Sam’s wrist hard enough to bruise. “Our Marks aren’t just tattoos. You better than anyone should know to respect their power.”

Sam went to pull himself free, failed.

Dean squeezed harder.

Sam glared and twisted himself free. “This from the guy who barely bothered to learn the Marks.”

Jess stepped forward, put a hand on Sam’s arm and yanked him away from Dean. “You’d better leave. Before we call the cops.”

“I’m Sam’s older brother,” Dean said, “and we have family business to discuss, so get lost, roomie.”

Jess curled his hand around Sam’s arm. “I’m the person who’s been here for Sam for the past three and a half years. Anything you have to say to him you can say in front of me.”

Then it clicked for Dean. Sam’s Mundie roommate, shirtless, covered in tattoos of the kinds of Marks that married couples often had, that described their love and loyalty to each other. Sam’s Mundie roommate, clinging to Sam’s arm, defensive and protective of him. Sam’s Mundie roommate, who’d just come from the direction of what Dean had thought was Sam’s bedroom.

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Atlantis, Evan Lorne +/ Any, designing the perfect tattoo

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Hawaii Five-0, Steve McGarrett/Danny Williams, aftermath of non-consensual branding

[brumeier.livejournal.com]

Stargate Multiverse, any OT3 or OT4, matching tattoos to bind them together

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Any, any m/m, character A gets character B all riled up with a fake piercing

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Are you okay with original work? If so I AM ON THIS.

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Any, any, angel wings tattoo

FILL: Shadowhunters, Alec/Magnus (mundane au), Trace

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Alec lay on his stomach, fast asleep and snoring softly as Magnus lay beside him, gently tracing the black lines tattooed on Alec's back. He had seen the tattoo before, but this was the first time Alec had been in Magnus' bed since they started dating several months ago.

He smiled to himself as he traced along where the angel wings spread down his back, memories of the previous night running through his mind. He bit his lip, fingers following the wings down to where they ended on the bottom on Alec's back. He briefly wondered how Alec had managed to sit through such an impressive tattoo. He would have to ask him when he woke.

Magnus' hand moved lower, laying it to rest just above where the sheets lay on Alec's butt. As he took in what he could see of Alec's body, and all his ink, he realized he hadn't heard Alec snoring for a few minutes now. He risked a glance at Alec's face to see his eyes open and a soft smile on his face.

Magnus felt a blush rise on his cheeks at having been caught, but then Alec was reaching out and pulling him in for a good morning kiss. "Good morning," Alec whispered against his lips, wrapping an arm around Magnus and pulling him closer.

Magnus smiled and returned the kiss. "Morning," He whispered. "I didn't wake you did I?"

Alec shook his head and rolled to lay on his back, sighing softly. "I don't even remember the last time I felt this content."

Magnus scooted closer and rested his head on Alec's chest, tracing a different tattoo near Alec's hip. "Me either." His fingers followed along a rune before coming to a rest. "How long did it take to get your wings?"

Alec was silent for a long moment before shrugging. "I didn't do it all at once," Alec replied. "It took several sessions before it was done and we only did a couple hours at a time. It was quite the experience."

"What made you decide to get them?"

"It was a joint decision," Alec replied. "Izzy and Jace have wings too, mine are just bigger."

"They're beautiful," Magnus said, tracing an arrow on Alec's arm. "I really like them."

"I could tell with all the attention you were giving them last night."

Magnus smiled and lifted himself up enough to kiss Alec. "Would you like more attention on them?"

Alec laughed and returned the kiss. "Good thing I don't have to be into the shop till noon today."

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Marvel Cinematic Universe, any, AU where some kind of tattoo gives them their power

Fill (adjacent to my Good Hunting series): Wanda + Nat

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It was Natasha who spotted them first, Wanda’s tattoos. While Wanda dressed as cute as any other girl her age (as cute as she could manage, having lost her homeland to destruction and being forcefully uprooted and stuck in Stark Tower, part guest, part prisoner), she usually wore long sleeves, and even though midriff tops were coming back into style, she always kept herself covered.

Sometimes Wanda and Natasha shared a changing space when it came time to get suited up for a mission, so it made sense that Natasha had spotted them first, the delicate black lines into Wanda’s torso, like filigree or lace or webbing. Wanda never mentioned them, so Natasha didn’t ask about them. She knew Wanda’s childhood, being treated like an experiment and a freak, had been difficult. Natasha didn’t know if Wanda’s tattoos were voluntary.

And then they were in the thick of battle, and they were outnumbered. The enemy had been watching the Avengers, studying them, and Natasha and Wanda had been cut off from Steve and Sam and Tony. Natasha was on the radio for back-up, but all she got was polite apologies from Steve, snarky excuses from Tony, and half a reply from Sam before he was cut off my swearing and an explosion in the background.

Wanda’s control over her power was tenuous at best.

A dozen armed fighters had them surrounded. Natasha was running low on ammo.

“Got any magic tricks up your sleeve?” Natasha asked.

“Now that you mention it, yes.” And Wanda tore open her own shirt, baring her breasts like an Amazon or gladiator of old.

The attackers paused.

One of them wolf-whistled.

Natasha saw the tattoos for what they were, some of them pictures, others of them arcane sigils from obscure languages and religions and mystical practices. Wanda began to murmur, and Natasha felt something thrum in the air as certain tattoos glowed, shimmered, and vanished, leaving pale, unblemished skin beneath.

And then Wanda brought her hands together, flourished her wrists like a lotus blossom, and -

Natasha came to in the med bay on a Heli carrier.

Wanda was wearing a faded old USAF t-shirt - probably Sam’s - and sitting beside her, looking anxious.

“What the hell was that?” Natasha asked.

Wanda offered her some water from a plastic cup. “I don’t use my deeper magic often, but -”

“Your magic is in your tattoos?”

“Some of it, some of them.”

Natasha said, “Explain it to me.”

Wanda said, “My father had powers of his own. My mother was an ordinary human, or so he thought. She was actually a -” She paused, murmured under her breath in Sokovian, searching for a translation. “A Woman of Letters. She had magic of her own. She taught me. Pietro never wanted to learn, but Mama tried. Without these tattoos, I would have no control of my magic. Some of these tattoos give me types of magic, some of them bind it. And some of them amplify it.”

“I’ve never heard of that.”

“Magic has existed for a long time,” Wanda said. She hesitated, then added, “I could teach you some magic.”

“Would I have to get tattoos?”

“Some suffice with henna.”

“I’d like to learn. But first I want to get rid of this headache.”

Wanda pushed up the hem of her t-shirt and revealed a black sigil that looked like a flower but was, in fact, some kind of ancient script. “I can help you with that.”

A few weeks later, Tony poked his head into the gym where Natasha was teaching Wanda some basic hand-to-hand.

“Henna?” he asked.

Natasha glanced at him. “What about it?”

“Friday said you put in a request for some.”

“So?”

“You ladies didn’t strike me as the tattoo type, temporary or otherwise.”

“We can’t try new things?”

Tony considered. “Want me to hire a henna artist? Friday -”

“Let us have fun ourselves,” Natasha said. She glanced at Wanda.

Wanda smiled hopefully at Tony.

“Fun,” Tony said warily. He eyed them for a long moment. “Yeah. You two have fun.” And he ducked out of the gym.

Wanda and Natasha smiled at each other, and training continued.

The next time Natasha went into battle, it was with some magic on her side.

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Any, any, explaining the meaning behind their tattoo(s)

Fill 1/2: SPN/GG, Sam/boy!Jess, AU

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“That was how I knew you weren’t him,” Jess said, tracing a fingertip along the tattoo over Sam’s heart. It was a long vertical line with extensions and curlicues swooping off of it. “He wasn’t the kind of guy who’d have tattoos.”

Sam, curled around Jess and half asleep - sex always made him sleepy; he insisted it was because Jess was warm and cuddly, not the mere fact of orgasm - said, “I still think it’s kind of weird that there’s some square out there who looks the same as me but has the same name as my brother. And that he dated your ex-girlfriend.” He opened one eye. “I can totally see you putting the moves on another guy’s girl, though.”

“This from the guy who was dating a blonde beach bunny girl named Jess,” he retorted.

“I never cheated on her,” Sam said, “and I never said I didn’t swing both ways. It was just - frowned upon, in my family.”

“Because your dad was a Marine.” Jess said nothing. At least Sam knew his dad. Jess had met his father for the first time when he was sixteen and the man walked into the diner where Jess was working. They’d listened to Suffragette City and then the man had bugged out.

Sam’s entire body was covered in a network of dramatic, sweeping black tattoos and also a spiderwebbing of faint white scars, some of them the same symbols over and over again. They were clearly deliberate markings, either ritualistic or artistic or something else. Something darker.

Sam didn’t strike Jess as a kid who’d been abused growing up. He felt pretty free to criticize his father, an ex-military authoritarian religious fanatic of some kind who’d refused to let Sam have a normal life, always moved him and his brother around, hated Sam going to school and screamed at Sam when Sam said he wanted to go to college. Sam’s mother had died when he was a baby, and best as Jess could tell, his father had gone on a permanent emotional bender, dead set on avenging his wife’s death, leaving Sam’s older brother Dean to take care of Sam even though Dean was a scant four years older than Sam and had been all of four and a half when Mary Winchester died.

The first time Jess saw Sam, Sam had come into the indie bookshop where Jess was working, having escaped from the East Coast and hopefully all his family’s drama (and removing himself from the temptation of Stars Hollow). Sam had been with Jess and Brady and Luis, interested in finding some used copies of books required for their English 1010 class. They were all freshmen at Stanford.

Jess had thought Sam was, well, Dean Forrester, and he’d gone to have words with him - and then Sam had turned his head and Jess had glimpsed ink on the side of Sam’s throat, trailing down beneath his t-shirt collar.

No way did Dean Forrester have ink.

Jess liked ink on boys, and Dean Forrester had been pretty hot, but -

So Jess had gone to say hello instead, and Sam had smiled his big, dimpled smile. There’d been some confusion when Sam said his brother’s name was Dean, but he pulled a picture out of his wallet so Jess could see him and his brother. The boy in the picture with him looked nothing like him (people besides Jess were hard-pressed to see the family resemblance between Sam and Dean Winchester).

“What do they mean?” Jess asked.

He and Sam had dated for a month and a half before they’d finally had sex. At first Jess taken Sam’s hesitation for inexperience or lack of emotional commitment, but finally Jess got Sam’s shirt off and saw the extent of his tattoos - and the similar-patterned scars. Sam had sat on the edge of his narrow dorm bed, golden-skinned and muscular and shy, and Jess - he’d gone a little wild.

Pinned Sam down to the bed and traced every single one of his tattoos with his lips and tongue and teeth and hands, and Sam had come before Jess even attempted the main event.

Sam never took his shirt off in public, usually wore multiple layers and long sleeves and long pants to keep himself covered. Jess understood why. Few people expected polite, serious, straight-laced Sam to have that many tattoos (or be such a freak in bed).

The first time Jess asked about the tattoos, Sam said they were a family thing. Cultural. Religious.

That Sam had a tattoo over his heart was intriguing.

“For your soulmate?” Jess asked, only half joking.